Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 09:57:26 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-17

                         TURNING THE PAGE

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.

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
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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. 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.  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.
     Nils meets Jake, a friend of Jack's at the airport.  Jake is an
undercover agent with the DEA who is under The Boss, trying to identify him
and get evidence.  Jake had called Mike to warn him about what The Boss is
plotting. Roy and Sean have become partners, living together.  Ben and Joey
visit Nils at home and they have a hot threesome. Joey reports the huge
amount of money he will receive as Rocco's heir for him and for Ben, too.
Joey and Ben have a sex bout with Nils.  Ben stops his Dad from committing
suicide. GB wants to see his friend, Pete, whose parents took him away from
GB, an evil influence, they thought.  Pete is returned to GB by Mike and
Brian, GB and Pete sailing in Mike's boat. GB and Pete will live with Mike
and will be home schooled by Adam.  Adam and Nils ran into a relative of
Joey and Tony Montoni in Columbus on a part business and part holiday in
the capitol city.
     Adam and Nils agree to help Tony Montoni and his twin brother, then
bring Tony and Ricco to River City to see their cousin, Joey, and his
lover, Ben. Adam is preparing to home school Pete and GB for which task he
has brought teaching materials back to the cabin where he will work with
them. Mike meets with his opponent, Kevin Rogers, on his sailboat in the
middle of the night in the middle of his lake after sneaking Kevin onto the
grounds. He needs help from the threats of Jacob Howard.

CREDITS: I would like once again to thank my dear friends, the retired
sax-player and the retired drummer, for their encouragement, their interest
and consistently helpful suggestions to the story which they have supported
from the beginning. I love you two very much. Thanks. P.D.

                         CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


     The time was late when Adam, Nils and Tony drove away from the front
entrance of the Hyatt Hotel to head for Tony and Ricco's home near the
University.  Tony directed them out Broad Street a few blocks to where they
could turn left and down the ramp to slide in north bound traffic on
Interstate 71, the F350 of Adam's easily carving room in the lines of
vehicles.
     Traffic was not thick and they soon reached the Hudson Avenue exit,
turning west on Hudson itself, soon finding Gudron Road following Tony's
directions.
     "Pull into that driveway, Adam," Tony pointed toward a large dark two
story house, very little showing in the dim streetlight, "as usual there is
no on-street parking this time of night. But I think this monster should
fit in the drive."
     Adam shut down the powerful diesel motor, indicating for everyone to
get out.  Tony led the others to the front porch, a light showing only in
the large picture window.  Getting closer, Nils could tell the house was
probably seventy or eighty years old, but seemed to be in good condition.
A man's head appear in the big window, then vanished and reappeared in the
ancient door with the large oval window taking up most of the center part.
     "Tony, is that you?"
     "Yes, Ricco, it's me and I have a couple men here I want you to meet."
     The body pulled back, then the door opened wide, the man stepping back
out of the light.
     "Jeez, Tony, I thought that was you for a minute, but you are here."
He chuckled, "Yes I know you are twins but that's remarkable."
     "Come on in, guys," Tony led them to the door and inside, indicating
for them to turn to the right into a large living room filled with fairly
old, but presentable overstuffed furniture. "Let me go find Ricco and we'll
be back."
     Adam and Nils heard whispering in another room, almost loud enough for
them to be able to understand, but not quite. Soon Tony reappeared in front
of them dragging his brother, Ricco, with him until they were standing
before the sitting duo.
     "Guys, this is Ricco, my brother. Ricco, this is Adam MacLeod on the
left and Nils Berger on the right."  He faced Ricco, "Nils' is the police
lieutenant in River City.  And, now listen to me, Ricco, they both know
Joey very well.  They helped him out when he was having trouble with
Rocco."
     A depressed Ricco couldn't manage a smile, but did nod to the two
large men.  He started to leave again, but Tony caught him and forced him
into a chair, practically sitting on him to keep him there.
     Adam stood up, pulled his cell phone from his pocket, "Tony, I know
you really don't know anything about us except what we've told you, so I'd
like you to call your cousin, Joey, to ask him about us.  Ok?"
     "I guess so.  It is kind of late, though, isn't it?"
     "Tony, I would bet that Joey is awake, especially if he and his lover
are in bed together as they usually are."
     "Ok, but I don't have the number."
     Adam responded, "The number is in the phone window right now, just
push the call button."
     Tony and Ricco squeezed into the chair side by side so that Ricco
could hear Joey too.
     "Hi, Joey, it's Tony and Ricco, cuz. How's everything?  Hope I didn't
call too late."
     Joey answered, "No, we were awake, Tony, not doing much."  He laughed,
"Oh well.  What are you calling about?"
     "Tony, I met a couple guys today, and our last name came into the
conversation. You know I work at the downtown Hyatt Hotel, right?"
     "Yeah."
     "Well, they asked me if I knew anyone in River City?  I had to say
yes." He paused, "Then they asked if it was you and Uncle Tony.  Had to say
yes.  So, they want me to talk to you and ask you about them.  We have some
problems and they agreed to help us.  We're to ask if we should trust them
or not."
     "Well, Tony, who is it?  Someone from River City?"
     "Yup, it's a man named Adam MacLeod and another named Nils Berger.
What do you think, can we trust them?"
     Joey roared with laugher. "Hell, man, you can trust them with anything
you got plus your life. Count on it."
     "The one says he's a policeman.  Is he?"
     "Sure, Tony, that Lieutenant Berger of the River City police.  They
are just great.  They helped me so much when I was having trouble with
Rocco, I lived with Adam and his friend for a while." He made a kissing
sound, "Oh, and one of them is loaded, really, I'm talking millions."
     Tony looked at Adam and Nils, "Ah, Joey, that must be the bigger one,
right."
     "Right on, man."  Tony looked at Adam with a lot more respect, and a
broad smile.
     "So you're saying that we can trust them."
     "Sure, you can trust them to do anything they say.  As sure as you
still got those big balls and that long, hard cock for certain."
     "Ok, thanks, Joey, we may see you this weekend, I'll let you know." He
snickered, "And you can see if I have those big balls and long, hard cock."
     "Hey, keep 'em hangin', Tony, it'll be great to see you, and you can
meet my partner, Ben, say hi, Ben."  The sound of a loud, wet kiss echoed
in the receiver.
     Ben spoke up, "Ahem, hi, Tony, happy to meet you.  Joey said there's
two of you. The more the merrier."
     "Tony, if you come over, plan to stay with us, we got a big house all
to ourselves.  Please."
     "Ok, Joey ... and Ben, we'll see ya.  Keep straight!"  Then Tony
laughed loud and long while he disconnected the call.
     As Tony returned the phone to Adam, he admitted, "Well, Joey says you
guys are super great so we can't argue with that."
     Adam and Nils smiled at that, "Now, we'd like to help you out.  First,
Nils knows an excellent attorney in Columbus, Walter O'Morrow, whose
associates love to force insurance companies to their knees and cough up
lots of money.  There will be no charge to you guys.  We'll take care of
his fees, if any."  He looked at Nils who nodded agreeable.
     "We'd also like you two to come to the Hyatt tomorrow night about 7:30
in the evening.  Do you have to work, Tony?"
     "No I'm finished until Monday. I'm not going to school this summer."
     "How about you, Ricco?  Classes?"
     "I have classes just tomorrow morning, I've gotten all my work made up
for what I missed and just need to turn it in."  He thought, "And nothing
else until Monday."  Ricco looked much better than he had when they'd
arrived, not despondent or depressed.  He was as gorgeous as his twin
brother, a matched set.
     "That's great, guys, we'll leave for River City when you get to the
hotel.  Bring stuff for the weekend.  I suppose you only need one set of
everything since you obviously can wear each other's clothes.  Now that I
think of it, I know which one is which at this moment, but how can I tell
any other time."
     Both Ricco and Tony laughed, "The only way you can tell us apart is to
see us naked."
     That statement brought confused looks from Adam and Nils, wondering if
they had different birth marks or something.  Well, they'd have to find out
about it.
     Adam stood and spoke, "It's getting late so we better be going.  See
you tomorrow, guys.  If something comes up, we'll give you a call.  Oh,
Walter O'Morrow may call you, or one of his associates for information or
something. Stick around. Walter should have something for you by the end of
the afternoon."
     Nils and Adam shook hands with both boys along with pats on their
back, "Just take it easy, we'll get things all fixed up, count on it."



     Back at the hotel later in the night Adam reaches over Nils to pick up
the cell phone, chirping impatiently.  He leans on Nils, "Yes, Mike, I'm
with you. Go ahead."
     "I'll be on the news, or see the latest edition of the Columbus
Dispatch in the morning.  I put a bill on the floor of the House which
probably won't pass, but some of the media caught it - Saving the Dumpster
Kids - and I had to explain how I personally have some cast-offs in my
temporary custody, to teach, train and take care of Dumpster Kids - and
remarked about my staff (that's you and Brian), what we're planning.  I
mentioned no names, just qualifications.  And that I had a trustee of the
Stuart MacLeod Whitlow Foundation who will help support the project
temporarily.
     "The compound will be besieged by reporters and other idiots.  Call
Brian to tell him, or call yourself to get guards on the gate - full time,
and perimeter guards.  They could hire some helicopters or small planes,
overhead.  Some guys will try to trespass on grounds.  Everyone at the
cabins must be fully dressed, acting normally, no screwing around, swimming
would be Ok with full sized bathing suit - no speedos or less. Don't let
anyone talk to a reporter.  Phones only answered by you.  I'll see you on
Saturday, day after tomorrow, ah ... well today looking at the time. Bye."
     Adam explained to Nils, "We'll have to go back in the morning.  We
need to be there to help Brian. And we'll have to cancel our party with
Ricco and Tony. - or rather postpone it. " He grins as a thought hits.
"First thing, Nils, lets rent a car and leave it for Tony and Ricco to
drive to River City on tomorrow evening for the weekend.  All paid for."
     He hated to wake Tony and Ricco.  "Hi, Tony, sorry to wake you but we
got problems."
     He explained who Mike is and his call from Washington, check out the
Dispatch.
     "So, guys, we'll have to head for River City in the morning.  Now
here's what we'd like you to do if you want.  We'll have a car rented at
the hotel, just for you two to drive to River City this afternoon. Or later
after classes.  OK?"  The excitement he heard in Tony's voice, and the echo
in Ricco's, told him that they would sort of like that.  "All the rental
fees will be paid up to Monday morning or later if you want."  He listened,
"That's right, ok, see you in River City, Joey will know where we are.
Joey lives in the same house he and Rocco shared before."  He broke the
connection.
     Adam cuddled with Nils, smiling, "Shall we rent them a Mustang, Nils,
huh?"
     Nils kissed Adam on the lips, "We''ve just met them and you're going
to spoil them, Adam, but what the hell, let's do it, they've had a hard
enough life so far.."
     Trying to sleep, neither man could get the sex out of his mind that
they'd had that night in this very bed with a beautiful young man and his
uncut cock.



     Mike had been calling at his desk in House Office Building.  After
hanging up with Adam, he reminisced about Brian - whom he originally met in
that office a year and half ago, before Brian started his year as a page
for the House members.  He and Brian knew each other in the House or Office
Buildings, but no where else.  After his year was up, last June, Brian came
to a celebration party given by Mike in his condo - from then on they
became closer and closer.  Mike couldn't help bring to mind the first
actual mutual sex between them.

      ><><> Brian bent over Mike's face, slowly lowering his full warm lips
to his
     friend's thinner ones.  His tongue slid out to lick between the lips,
then
     further into the hot mouth, around the cheeks and gums, polish the
white teeth
     he found there.  Finally Mike woke up to start dueling with Brian's
tongue,
     sucking hard to pull the slippery organ farther into his mouth.  Both
men were
     hugging each other, rubbing soft flesh and hard muscle.  Brian was
reveling in
     Mike's slightly hairy chest, tweaking the nipples and licking them
     alternately. ><><>
     ><><> Suddenly, Mike acted, rolling Brian onto his back while pressing
his
     body on top.  He started thrusting his cock and balls against Brian's
own
     organs, slowly at first, then faster.  Both organs were oozing
pre-seminal
     fluid, slippery and warm, which created a juicy, slick surface on
Brian's
     abdomen.  Brian grabbed Mike around the shoulders, rubbing on down his
back
     onto the full buttocks, gripping them tightly, clasping the heavy
flesh, just
     slightly covered with dark hair.  Both bodies were sodden with sweat,
darkly
     flushed with blood, and hotter than ever. ><><>
     ><><> "Oh, Mike .... Mike, I'm going to come ... don't stop ... go
faster,"
     Brian groaned. ><><>
     ><><> "Brian, I love you so much.  I'm almost there too.  Hold me
... here
     goes ...aahh" ><><>
     ><><> With a sudden shudder, Mike's cock thrust into Brian's body,
expelling
     with great force four or five spurts of his sex juices between their
two bodies. ><><>
     ><><> Brian came a few seconds later, throwing his body right and
left, up and
     down, shoving his pulsating cock against Mike's. Having released his
semen,
     Brian collapsed. ><><>


     Mike was lonesome for Brian, he need to talk to him, late as it was.
He called the number of the cabin and found Brian awake because the boys
were in his bed and making like kooky monkeys. "Mike, these boys are going
to wear me out completely.  I need help."  He pouted a little, knowing Mike
could tell a pout even over the phone line.
     His lover laughed, "I know, Brian.  Adam will be there in the morning,
by noon at the latest and will give you some help.  I'm just reminding you
again about talking to no one, keeping kids in line and in full clothing,
regular bathing suits if they go swimming, mostly no fooling around.  They
should look like they are in school - even from overhead. That's it,
Brian. I'll be there probably for the weekend.  This is going to be a very
busy time."
     " And be very careful on the phone as to what you say.  Regular or
cell phone - anyone can pick up the conversations."
     "Mike, I have already talked to Security Company and guards will be on
the gate full time, others will be on the property perimeter, more cameras,
more motion detectors around. I will meet with them first thing so they
know what to do and who to do it to.  Don't worry, Mike, we'll be OK.  I'll
just sit on the kids all day.  Miss you. Bye!"'


     A little earlier on that same evening Sean Pratt, RN, leaned against
the counter at the airport where Jack Frost presided over his airline's
ticket sales.  "Sean," Jack said, "how come you're hanging around here?  I
did see Roy head out for Washington early this morning, didn't I?  But I
didn't see you.  You guys have a little tiff?"
     "Jack, you know better than that. He just went home today to see his
parents, and called this afternoon, saying he'd be back tonight on the
midnight flight.  Can you see the passenger list if he's on it?"  Jack
wondered, 'Gone and back the same day?  More to that story.'
     Jack tapped away on the computer keyboard finally discovering the Roy
was actually on the list of passengers.  "Yup, Sean, he'll be in the
terminal in .. ah ... about five minutes."  He wrote on an orange tag and
handed that to Sean. "Here, Sean, this will get you through security so you
can meet Roy right at the gate."
     "Hey, man, that's great, Jack, I'll really owe you one.  Let me know
when Jake is available and we'll get together for dinner or something." He
grinned broadly at Jack, enjoying the looks of the shorter and slender man,
glad that they were friends, even though they weren't buddies. "See ya
later, Jack."  Sean waved and smiled back as he took off for the gate.
     Standing by the agent's kiosk, Sean watched person after person climb
from the ramp to the plane, entering the terminal through the gate door.
'Where is Roy, he thought? He should be out by now.' He grinned, 'Roy is
usually the first one off, very strange' he thought, 'he's rarely held back
by anyone.'
     More people came into the gate area, men, women, children walking or
in carriages, all with some sort of carry-on baggage, for ten, fifteen more
minutes, then stopped completely.  Two flight attendants came up the ramp,
talking volubly and noisily.  Seeing Sean, they giggled and pointed back
down the ramp, "Your friend is coming up the ramp just now.  Won't be
long," said one. The other noted, "Man, you sure are a redhead, aren't
you."  They tittered again.
     Sean defensively rubbed his hand over the short, carroty curls,
scratching a little.
     The attendants sailed off down the corridor, pulling their small,
black bags on little wheels, swaying their butts with a definite exotic
rhythm.  Sean shook his head slowly, amazed at them and their passage.
Turning back to the gate, Sean was happy to see Roy, then not so sure when
he appeared in a wheelchair, pushed by a very lovely flight attendant.
     Roy was pretending to crack a whip, "Mush, my slave. Get me to my
friend apace."
     Sean's friend was smiling, but Sean could see that his eyes were not
smiling, in fact seemed nearly dead.  The attendant pushed the wheelchair
in front of Sean and dropped a pair of crutches to the floor.  She knelt in
front of Roy, gave him a tender kiss on the lips and said, "Dear, Roy, you
can fly with me anytime.  Now I'll let your friend get you home to rest.
Bye, sweetie," she waved back as she took off, following the other
attendants.
     Picking up the crutches, Sean helped Roy stand, taking care of his
lower left leg which had a brilliant white cast on it with lots of
signatures written on the surface. "Come on, sweetie, we'll get you home."
Roy got the crutches working more or less, but he obviously hadn't had a
chance to practice them.
     Roy looked into Sean's eyes, "Get me home, Sean, I'll explain later.
I've got to sleep and try to rest from my former parents kicking me out
again."  His eyes glistened with incipient tears, so Sean hurried them on,
got him home and into bed where he stripped them both, covered with a sheet
and cuddled together where they were meant to be.  Sean worried about Roy,
how he was hurt, why his parents kicked him out again.  How could parents
treat their child so badly?
     Finally, both asleep, two heads on one pillow, Roy's straight (?)
brown hair along side Sean's short curly bright red hair, faces turned
toward each other, practically breathing through each other's noses.  The
room was dark except for a slice of moonlight crossing the bed exactly over
their faces at rest.  Just before dropping off, Roy knew that he could
never go home again, he had no home. He had no one but Sean; even Brian and
Mike and Adam were just friends, not close loved ones.  He felt a sense of
deep depression and rejection.


     Joey and Ben were still awake, talking over the exciting news that
Joey's cousins would be staying with them over the weekend.
     "Wait 'til you see the twins, Benny, you just won't believe how
gorgeous they are, and exactly alike except for one difference."
     "What's that?" Ben asked.
     Joey smiled, "I'll let that be a surprise, a nice surprise."  He
thought for a moment, "Ya know, Benny, I'd be willing to bet my truck that
Nils and Adam have had some fun with one or both of the twins.  That was
the way Tony sounded on the phone."  Then he shook his head., "No, I know
Ricco hasn't been well lately, so ..... it must have been Adam and Nils at
the hotel with Tony, cause that's where he works."  He grinned, "That must
have been some fun alright, kind of wish we'd been there."  He shook, "Oh,
God, Benny, that's good."
     While Joey had been talking, Ben had rubbed his hand over Joey's
muscled chest and down to his crotch, where, amidst the dark curlies he
found a very hot, very hard cock.  Then nothing could stop him or keep him
from his favorite toy and shoving it in his mouth.
     "Damn, Benny, that feels so good.  That hot mouth of yours is just the
best ever."
     Joey started to turn in the bed so they could sixty-nine, but Ben held
him down. "No, Joey, this is my turn, I want to make love to you and your
raging inferno of a cock. Please?"
     "Ok, Ben, I'm all yours."  He smiled and raised up on his elbows,
getting hotter and more excited to watch and feel his fully hard cock slip
into Ben's mouth and out, disappear between Ben's lips which were taking
his prick to the root, into the dark curly hair.  "Oh, man, that's so
fantastic, Ben, you've become the best cock-sucker.  Oh, yes, tongue that
head and the piss slit, oooh Ben, you got me goin'."  He thrashed around
under Ben's arms and hands, the hands which were pulling on Joey's large
balls down the wrinkled sack. Ben looked up at Joey with his mouth full of
Joey's cock, and even managed to put a smile on his lips at the same time.
     Suddenly, Ben shoved his hands under Joey to grip his tight, hard
buttocks which he squeezed and then lifted with a jerk.  Joey's elbows
slipped and he was lying mostly on his shoulders while Ben held his butt up
in the air, still ramming the goal of his attention into his mouth, all the
way down.
     Joey thought, 'I didn't realize that Ben was that strong.  Must come
from all his work on their farm, helping his Dad with the plowing and
animals.'  This position was a first for him, his butt up in the air and
only his shoulders and feet on the bed.  Ben was cuddling his whole middle
body, pulling at his buttocks, his fingers inching toward the rose bud of
an asshole he wore.  He had an idea.
     "Benny, do you think you could suck me at the same time you fucked me?
Could you?"
     Ben stopped sucking and slowly pulled his mouth off Joey's cock, "I
don't know, Joey, do you want me to try now?"  He immediately sank the
throbbing, drooling cock back into his mouth, sliding his tongue all over
that fiery prick, head to root.
     "No, no, not now, Benny.  Just a crazy thought."
     Again, Ben lifted his head off the tasty morsel on his tongue, "Would
you like me to practice to see if I could?"
     "Ni, ...  well .... ah ..... well, let's think about it later.
Maybe."  Joey again concentrated on the electric sensations from his sex
organ, pounding now as he thrust as best he could up into Ben's throat, and
again, Ben was lifting his buttocks higher and faster while Ben's middle
fingers had found the hole and entered.  Sinking in to the second knuckle,
those fingers in his ass sent Joey over the top with an overload of erotic
stimulation, forcing his semen from inside out his piss hole, running
around Ben's tongue and gums, then sliding smoothly down his throat.
     Ben held on tightly, his lips in Joey's pubes and pressing into his
crotch, his fingers still slithering in and out until Joey weakly asked him
to stop, too tender and a bit sore.
     "Oh god, Benny," he panted, breathing quickly in and out like an old
steam engine, "you are the greatest.  I love you so much and I'll repay you
soon, whenever I recover if I ever can."
     Ben shook his head, "No, Joey, that was my gift, no repayment
necessary, just your love.  Anyway, if your cousins will be staying here
tomorrow night, maybe we better save up some of our juices for them, eh?"
     "You are right, as usual, Benny, let's get some sleep.  It's really
late. Good night, love."
     "Night," Ben answered, nestling deeply into Joey's body.



     Kevin Rogers, Mike's congressional opponent, was relaxing in his law
office in the Rhodes building, tired but not ready to go home.  He knew it
was late, but was too tense and exasperated to sleep, though twenty minutes
ago he'd have gladly gone home to bed.  During those twenty minutes he
received a phone call from Jacob Howard, the father of Bryan Howard who was
killed, or, maybe, killed himself, just last month.
     "Hello, Kevin Rogers here."
     "Mr. Rogers, Jacob Howard agin, wonderin' if ya'd help me out now.  I
told ya what I got, proof the Mike Keith is a homo, a fag.  I don't want
much, just a little to tide me over, ya know?  This'll garantee your
election, right?"
     Kevin spoke strongly, forcefully, "Mr. Howard, as I told you before,
I'm not paying you anything, I don't want your sordid story at all.  We
talked about this the last time you called, you have no proof.  Just
because you heard funny noises from Bryan's bedroom the last time Mike
stayed overnight, fourteen years ago when they were fourteen years old,
means nothing. Do you hear me?  Nothing.  The only thing you have is a
scurrilous rumor with no basis of fact. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Mike Keith was a good friend to your son for many years until they split in
high school.  I wasn't here then, and I don't know why they split, but my
understanding is that they disagreed about something in their freshman
year."  He then stressed his next words, "I strongly suggest, Mr Howard,
that you stop trying to dirty the name of Mike Keith.  I will oppose you
with everything I have." He paused, "Do you understand you are talking
about extortion at the least and blackmail at the worst.  For that you go
to jail, and," he waiting, "I'll do my best to see you go there if you
persist."
     Jacob Howard retorted, "Ya kin do what ya think, but I know he's a
queer and everbody is going to know it when I git done."
     "Well, you are going to jail then.  I've recorded this phone call and
we'll see what the police think about that!  Goodbye."
     Using a handkerchief, Kevin wiped the sweat from his brow, laying back
in his padded desk chair, thinking that there is a dangerous man.  He knew
his recording, which he really had made, would not be worth anything in
court.  He certainly didn't think Mike was gay, not at all, but even if he
were, that would be his business.
     Kevin liked Mike a lot, they'd had legal classes together way back and
palled around in law school a bit.  He remembered Mike as being a stud with
the ladies, lots of ladies.  That isn't the actions of a gay man, not even
one trying to hide a gay truth.  There were too many girls for that.  Maybe
he'd better call Mike, tell him who he'd recorded and have him listen to
it.  They could figure out a way to stop Howard.  Rogers didn't want to win
by default.
     He thought, "I'll call his office as soon as I can. Man, he's made a
splash today.  How could I ever compete with that."


     Adam and Nils showered together in the huge bathroom of the suite,
limiting themselves to a quick mutual masturbation, spraying their semen
against the walls of the shower.  They also were taking Tony's advice,
trying out their kissing styles while clutching each other's body with
strong arms and hands, their tongues licking teeth, gums and the opposite
tongue itself.  Both Adam and Nils were becoming lovers of the power of
male lips on male lips sensuality, without any feeling of effeminacy.
     Breaking away, they dressed, packed and sorrowfully left their
luxurious suite to drop down to the lobby of the Hyatt. Leaving their
luggage at the desk, they first visited the coffee shop for a quick
breakfast before leaving.  Then Adam visited the Hertz office just off the
lobby while Nils called Tony and Ricco.
     "Hi Tony, this is Nils.  Hope you finally got some sleep."
     "Yeah, Nils, finally, but we feel pretty good."
     Nils gave them the news.  "Adam is renting a Mustang for you and all
the material will be at the Hertz rental office in the lobby of the
Hyatt. Ok?"
     Nils then heard some fierce yelling and what had to be High Fives. "I
take it you like our choice of cars, right?"
     "Hey, man, that's the greatest.  We'll probably be at Joey's house
before nine tonight, if not sooner. Would you tell Joey for us?"
     "Right, Tony, and we'll get in touch with you at Joey's.  Take care
guys and drive carefully.  Oh, has Walter O'Morrow called you yet?"
     "Yes, Nils, he did call, I gave him the information he needed.  He
said no sweat. He knows those insurance bastards and we'll have money by
Monday, for sure. He even talked about suing them for extra."  He breathed
heavily, "I'd hate to go against that guy.  He's a ball breaker. "
     "By the way, Ricco said to tell you that we'll be very careful."
     "Good, by the way we will have bought insurance for as long as you
have the car.  Be sure one of you has a valid driver's license. Right?"
     Tony laughed, "Yes, Uncle Nils, we'll do everything right.  See you
later.  Bye"
     "Bye, guys, love you."



     Adam and Nils tore up the pavement on I-70 heading for the Ohio River,
the monster F350 truck riding very well for its size and configuration.
Adam decided he want to drive the whole way so Nils slept a good bit,
sometimes snoring, sometimes dreaming as Adam could tell because Nils'
crotch expanded to showing a large mound of his swollen sex equipment.  He
hoped that Nils was dreaming about their adventures into the orgasmic
pleasures of their love.
     Turning the big machine into Mike's drive, Adam was pleased to see two
well-armed guards at the gate, now manually operated, not automatic.  He
stopped and gave their names.
     "I'm Adam MacLeod and this is Police Lieutenant Nils Berger.  Tell
Brian we're hungry," he smiled at the fierce looking militiaman who didn't
smile back."  Adam thought, 'Good, that means he knows what he's doing.'
     "Hello," Brian answered the gate phone in the cabin.
     The guard repeated the names, then added, "The Ohio license on the
Ford 350 bright red truck reads B-I-G O-N-E."
     "OK, guard, that's all Ok, Let them in, thank you."  Nils had
previously called a patrol car to meet them at Mike's gate, so he had them
take him to his office.


     Adam walked in the cabin and noticed that the boys were running around
absolutely naked, their little dicks flopping from leg to leg and their
tiny buttocks waving at him.  He loved the sight, but knew they needed
their butts whacked.  He sat on his unmade bed, and called to them.  "Hey,
Pete and GB, come here a minute," he used a very calm pleasing voice with a
bright smile.  Once they came close enough he grabbed both with an arm
around their waists, pulling them to him and finally laying them across his
lap on their stomachs, butts in the air along side each other so Adam saw
four exquisite butt cheeks in a row.
     "Now boys," he still spoke quietly, "didn't Brian tell you that you
had to wear clothes, all the time, all your clothes?"
     They spoke together with a bit of a quaver, "Yes, Adam."
     "Well, why aren't you wearing them?"
     Pete spoke up, "I guess we didn't feel like it."
     "Does that seem the way it went, GB?"
     GB spoke in a much more worried voice, "I guess so."
     The boys jerked a bit as Adam placed his right on their buttocks, wide
spread, just rubbing them around and around, gently but with incipient
severity intended.
     "Do you remember back a few days when we talked and I said you had to
do what we said and that you were to obey Brian just like Mike or me?"  He
paused, "Or, where would you go if you didn't obey us?"
     The shaking boys kept silent.
     "Then I take it for granted you remember the district institute for
delinquent boys or some horrible other foster home."
     Shivering violently now, they nodded quickly.
     "I really don't think you understand the seriousness of our
request. You know Mike, he's the Congressman for this district in the House
of Representatives in Washington, D.C., one of 435 congressmen from the
whole country.  This election is a little over a month away and is very
important to him and to all of us.  Anyone up for an election is watched
very carefully, often just to find something bad about them.  That's what
we don't want here.  Someone seeing you naked running around the grounds or
cabin could start unfounded rumors that couldn't be stopped. Do you
understand?"
     Slowly they nodded their head bent over Adam's left leg, watching the
floor soberly.
     "Now boys, normally I don't believe in physical violence on young
people.  I raised Brian whom you know, without ever smacking his butt or
anywhere else."  He looked at Brian, "Is that right, Brian?"
     Solemnly Brian said "Yes, sir."
     "Boys, I don't think you have ever been spanked or been spanked for
the right reason and in the right way."  They didn't move.  "However, I
think I have the right reason and in the right way.  That means that you
freely agree that I should do it.  How do you answer that?  Remember your
options, institute or home, either I whack you or you leave."
     "Adam," Pete started, almost crying already, "I agree, but I've never
been spanked.  G ...  g ... go ahead."
     GB croaked an answer, "I've been spanked a lot, and hit a lot, but you
go ahead. We deserve it."
     Adam was still rubbing those beautiful buttocks, tall and round,
perfectly shaped, those he hates to have to hurt, but he believed he had to
wake them up to reality that this wasn't a country club where they didn't
have to do anything.
     "OK, you've agreed.  You won't believe me, but this will hurt me more
than it does you."
     Whack! Whack!  One slap on each pair of butt cheeks.  A red hand shape
appeared.  He softly rubbed them again, but suddenly laid out two more
slaps, then two more quickly.
     Both boys groaned, Pete more than GB who'd experienced this before.
Their butts had tensed tightly and Adam waited while they relaxed a bit.
Then, quickly, Whack! Whack!
     This time tears were flowing down their cheeks.  These boys were just
12, and a very young 12 emotionally, Adam thought.  He decided they'd had
enough.  He leaned over their butts and kissed them softly, each one, then
licked across the four melons and back again, trying to cool them off.
     With an arm under their chests he lifted them up to a standing
position.  He was not at all surprised to see that their cocks were fully
erected, but if he had continued a while, they'd have probably climaxed,
shot their wads all over his leg.  He smiled inwardly at that thought.
     As one, they mumbled, "We'll be better, Adam, we love you all.  I
guess we didn't understand why you wanted us to be dressed.  We want to
help Mike all we can.
     "Ok, good, boys, I love you too, so, where's lunch, I'm starved."
     "We were waiting for you to fix it, Adam," GB teased.
     "Hey, I just got here," Adam complained.
     Brian spoke up, "Adam it's all ready, just warming in the oven." He
looked at Pete and GB, "boys, I think you better do the dressing thing,
right now."  He smiled to ease the threat.


     Joey and Ben had been pacing across the living room and back,
impatiently waiting for Tony and Ricco, having expected them sooner.  They
had called with the cell phone they found in the rental car, a really hot
Mustang convertible though they rode with the top up.
     Finally they hear a car slide to a stop on the gravel driveway, next
to Joey's pickup that once belonged to his older brother, Rocco.  He had
been buried with the highest honors possible from the police department,
and he left quite a bit of money to Joey plus part of his retirement and a
considerable 401K investment.
     They rushed to the door, swinging it wide open just in time to see
Tony and Ricco, the Montoni twins climb onto the porch.  Ben stood back a
ways while Joey hugged his cousins, one then the other, commenting how good
it was to see them.  Finally, Joey had the presence of mind to introduce
Ben to his cousins, "Guys, this here's my lover, my partner and my life
mate. Ben Heskett, this here's Tony, I think, and this is Ricco, I think.
Well, I really don't know unless I see them naked.
     Ben moved forward with his arm out to shake hands with them.  They
moved toward him as one and ignored his hand, grabbing him all round his
body, holding on tightly.
     "Ben, any lover of Joey's is our lover, too." Tony looked around at
Joey, "Well, Joey when does this party get started?"
     Joey laughed, then laughed again when he saw 'his' Ben being mauled by
the twins, his crotch being knocked about and his butt grabbed with
grasping hands.
     "I do have a late snack ready, I thought we might last longer if we
have some food in our bellies, OK?"
     "I guess."

     Having eaten, the boys (Joey and Ben were 18, Tony and Ricco were 22)
started upstairs in single file, each one teasing the buttocks in front of
him, more than a few being goosed.  Having entered the spare bedroom, the
twins saw two double beds pushed together on one side of the room, giving
them a fairly large playground.  They stared with a twinkle in their eyes.
     Joey shouted, "It's time to get rid oft these clothes," he yelled,
"get rid of them now!"
     With no reluctance at all, the four of them were naked within a couple
of minutes. The first to speak was Ben, "Aha, now I see.  I know why you
have to see them naked to know which twin is which.  You are cut and you,"
pointing to the other twin, "are uncut.  Now, please tell me which is
which."
     Joey answered, "Uncut is Tony and cut is Ricco."
     Ben snickered, "How did a mistake like that happen.  I'd supposed both
of you would be cut or uncut."
     Ricco fluffed his rising cock with eager fingers, "Well, I was born
first and my parents assumed they would be asked before I was
circumcised. They knew there was another baby coming and concentrated on
that event. I guess my father just assumed they would leave me uncut, but
the message didn't get through and before they knew it, I was cut and the
foreskin discarded. And that can't be put back on."
     Tony spoke up, "Alas, the sad sage of my brother, Ricco."
     Ricco answered back a bit heatedly, as he probably usually did, "Tony,
I've told you, I like it, so no more shit about my cut cock.  IT WORKS
GREAT!!!"  He looked at Tony, "Doesn't it, love?"  He smiled erotically at
his brother.
     Tony grinned seductively, "Yes, my loving brother, it does work
great."
     The others laughed in sympathy for Ricco, telling him it looked great
and being cut was no problem and had positive assets, too.
     By that time all four had large hard cocks, sticking straight out of
their pubes, two dark wiry ones and two blond curly untrained mats under
the roots.  One uncut, and three cut over balanced the odds.
     All of a sudden, Tony pointed to Ben and announced, "I want this one,
any objections?"
     Ben smiled, "Ok with me."  Both twins were gorgeous, body and face and
cock, but to him Tony just seemed more lascivious than Ricco, just a bit
more luscious and sexy.
     Ricco concluded, "Well, that leaves me with cousin Joey for which I'm
very happy.  Right, cuz?" He moved to Joey's side, pulling him down on the
nearest bed.  They bounced once and immediately hugged and started french
kissing, tongues and lips flowing with saliva, their faces red and excited.
Ricco tried to get his whole mouth inside Joey's and almost succeeded
before Joey thrust back into the other mouth.  Their hands were roaming
forcefully over each other's body, hands here and there, on shoulders and
butts, legs and chests, the back of heads to pull these together.
     Joey whispered, "Ricco, let's start sixty-nining, Ok?"
     Without answering Ricco turned around on the bed, his head ending up
in front of Joey's crotch and his own crotch and cock thrusting to Joey's
mouth.  But they immediately grabbed the nearest butt, pulling the loins
toward their own head, inhaling a hot, hard cock, already drooling precum
all over the bed.  Who cared.  They didn't. They were hard at it and didn't
notice Ben look at Tony with a question on his face.  This finally tore
Tony's attention away from his brother and Ben's lover.
     "Hey, man, let's get with it, lay down on your stomach."  Tony's order
fit well with Ben.
     Ben happily bared his back and buttocks to Tony, thrilled with the
idea that Joey's stud cousin, senior in college, was most likely about to
turn him on more that he'd ever been.  Tony knelt on the outside of his
legs and lay directly on top of Ben, his chest on Ben's back and his
turgid, uncut cock between Ben's buttocks.  Tony's foreskin had pulled back
to his root as he slipped up Ben's ass crack, then down, then up.  His head
was beside Ben's, his lips on Ben's ear, then cheek then mouth as Ben
turned his head sideways.
     Tony whispered, "Ben, have you been fucked before - ever?"
     Ben smiled broadly, "Never before I met Joey, but at least a hundred
times since."
     "I'm a bit bigger than Joey, is that going to make a difference to
you?"
     "Hell, no. the bigger the better.  I'm a confirmed bottom, although I
do make appearances as a top on occasion.  Such as the time we fucked Nils
at the same time."
     "You did what?"
     "We both stuck our dicks in Nils asshole at the same time, then fucked
him in contrary motion, that was the greatest, man, we'd love to do it
again."
     "Any chance of Nil stopping here today or tonight?"
     Ricco stops sucking having heard them talking, "What you guys talking
about?"
     Joey told Ricco that he and Ben had both fucked Nils in the ass, both
cocks at the same time, so fuckin' sexy their two cocks together, rubbing
each other's and still getting the hard pressure from Nils sphincter.
Brought them off faster than anything.
     Ricco said, as did Tony, "We'd sure like to try that."
     "If Nils happens to stop, I'm sure he'd be happy to accommodate you
guys," Joey replied.  "Nothing he likes better than be fucked by a huge
cock or a pair of cocks like ours."
     At that point Tony whispered to Ben, "How about we join the others,
Ben, you and I can get together later, we're going to be here all weekend."
He snickered, "I'm suggesting that we go fuck them while they are sucking
each other off."  He breathed in Ben's ear, "What do you say?"
     Ben shoved Tony off his body, turned over and kissed Tony hard,
passionate, "I think that's a great idea.  Let's sneak up on them, they'll
be in their own world right now."
     The two young men, each as sexy as the other though of slightly
different physical types, got on their knees and crawled quietly to where
Ricco and Joey lay sucking each other's swollen, rock hard cocks.  Gently
the two slid beside them and started to lick butts.  Tony wanted in Joey's
ass as much as Ben wanted to ram his hot as a poker prick into Ricco's ass.
     Neither of their targets seemed to notice until Tony and Ben both
spread those handsome butt cheeks wide apart then started licking the
puckered bud of an asshole they found there.  Neither Joey or Ricco had
much hair over their assholes, just a bit of dark on Joeys and light on
Ricco's now winking rear hole.  They tried to get as much saliva on and
into the holes, but soon found they had attracted some attention from Joey.
     "Ben, go get some lube from our bedside table, quick!  We don't want
to get tore up!"
     Ben jumped off the bed, raced into their room and returned in a flash
with sone albolene, their favorite lubricant.  Back and forth they passed
the jar over Ricco's and Joey's bodies, lubing the favored assholes and
their own cocks.
     Ben spooned behind Ricco, hugged him and placed his swollen hard
cockhead directly against his asshole.  Ricco groaned once, then twice as
Ben's long but not too wide pecker breached the protecting muscle enough to
slide in just beyond the flange. Ben tried to go slow so as not to hurt
Ricco, but Ricco expressed his disapproval.
     "Hey, Benny, shove it in. I'm all right, Tony's cock is bigger than
yours and he doesn't hurt me.  Go do it."
     With this encouragement Ben rammed his whole meat muscle into Ricco's
rear end, feeling the heat, the smoothness and the thick juices surrounding
his penile intruder.
     "Oh, Ricco, you're so tight.  Tony sure hasn't stretched you at all. "
He rode Ricco quietly, slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. His throbbing
cock was beset by Ricco's heat, his soft insides and the boiling juices in
his rectum, slowly, steadily Ben gradually speeded up his pace."
     Meanwhile, Tony was playing with Joey's ass, sticking one, two then
three lubricated fingers in his molten hole, the fiery tissues grabbing the
fingers, almost trapping them dead. But, since Joey enjoyed the finger
fucking, he let them go to excite his passion more.  Turned in the opposite
direction on the bed than Ben, Tony also spooned his cousin, Joey, as he
had always wanted to do with Joey, but any time they'd met before, either
Rocco was around or Joey was scared he'd catch them.
     Ben was becoming too excited, too near to cuming so he slowed down and
started to caress Ricco's muscular chest, his square pecs, full and defined
but not bulgy.  He also twiddled Ricco's large nipples, pinching the nubs
easily then twisted a bit.  He played with his navel, an innie as he had
noticed the Tony's was too.  Joey's mouth had taken all of Ricco's cock,
pulling on his balls and sack with his hands.  So Ben continued fondling
Ricco's abdomen, ridged by the defined abs he'd developed.  Ricco had a
body to be admired and loved, Ben thought. Both twins certainly did,
absolute perfection in his eyes.
     Tony slowly entered Joey's love tunnel, that dark, damp and heated to
molten steel hole where Tony's cock found smooth walls, slick juices and
also Joey's prostate.  Pressing his cock on that gland, Tony stimulating
some of Joey's still unawakened rapture.
     "Oh god, Tony, do that again - that's my sweet spot, jump on it
again. Please!"
     Joey was shaking and jolting, his body was full of shocking
sensations, and with Tony's big cock up his asshole and Ricco's velvet
steel cock in his mouth he was so excited and pumped up than ever.
     Tony was grabbing Joey just as Ben was gripping Ricco, trying to get
closer, get their thick cocks farther inside their bodies to feel the
softness, the warmth and sexual stimulation.  With their right arms both
Tony and Ben reached over their partners' body to put their fingers on part
of the cock they sucked in their mouth.  Ben fingered Joey's cock as it
emerged periodically from Ricco's mouth while Tony grabbed his twin Ricco's
prick, throbbing and drooling into Joey's mouth.  Both Ben and Tony started
to pump the familiar cock in their fists while the other two attacked the
cock heads, practically chewing and champing on the soft, swollen spongy
glans, drinking the flowing precum all over their tongue.  They sucked with
their best suction.
     "Come on, Ricco, suck Joey off, suck all the cum out of that big
prick, suck 'em, man, and I"ll fuck you silly, you damn sexy fuckin' hunk."
Ben started to hump Ricco's butt, smashing his balls against those two
melon like butt cheeks, round and firm but still supple and resilient.  Ben
was still pumping Joey's thick spike pole.
     Even Tony started yelling, "Hey, Ricco, get with it, just like you
suck me off. Here, I'm gonna help drain your spigot muscle, I'm rubbing,
Ricco, and Benny is searching for the depths of your bottom tunnel.  Don't
let him leave his hot organ in there, I'm gonna want to get inside there
later."
     Both Ben and Tony were getting into the ecstatic twisting of their
bodies, trying to fuck their cock through the sphincter muscles in their
lover, then caressing the back and neck muscles and kissing and licking
those long, striated muscles.  They were in hot, boiling lust along with
real honest love with their own partners and with their new friends and sex
buddies.
     Joey hollered, "Ricco, I'm cu ...  cum ... cumming .. take me in your
mouth, all my cum."  He was panting, groaning and humping into Ricco's
mouth, "Here .....  it ......  comes .... Ahhh."  Joey's loins thrust again
and again, practically shoving his long, slender prick clear down Ricco's
throat.
     Ricco was very quiet, accepting Joey's offering of his body's seed,
swallowing swiftly, but taking time to taste this unfamiliar semen from his
cousin.  Besides that, Ricco was quietly pushing his bigger cock into
Joey's mouth, waiting for a moment while his prick started streaming his
semen down Joey's throat.  Ricco's semen just flowed, didn't shoot a number
of squirts, it just streamed.
     Both Ben and Tony realized what had happened and redoubled their
efforts to come in their partner's asshole, their rectum and depths of
their inner selves.  They sped up their plunges inside, through the anus,
enjoying the tightness of the sphincters of Ricco and Joey as they spurted
their semen, squeezing the cocks moving in and out, slick and stiffening.
     The boys collapsed on each other, exhausted and over excited, but so
well stimulated.
     After a few moments Joey raised his head off Ricco's softening prick
and mumbled, "Hey, guys, I've got stuff for us to nibble and drink
downstairs in the big kitchen, don't need to get dressed, I like to look at
everyone nekkid anyway," he laughed softly, "And, one shower is in the
bathroom in the other bedroom, the other bath is through that door over
there, so Ben, why don't you show them where, while I get stuff set up in
the kitchen."  He patted all the butts he could reach, "I'll tell you, man,
that was great sex.  Great!"
     Ben put in his opinion, "Ya know, Joey, maybe after we rest, we could
get dressed and maybe Tony and Ricco would take us cruisin' in their hot
Mustang.  Huh?"
     Tony and Ricco laughed. Tony spoke," Ok, guys, but it's a rental. Adam
and Nils rented it for us when they had to get back here by this
morning. It's pretty late, but I guess we can go ridin', I guess, but no
picking up any hitchhikers.  Ok?"  He leered lasciviously at them.
     Everyone agreed, but seemed eagerly awaiting for the next session.
Tony was especially anxious about seeing Nils again, and maybe, with Ricco
they could try the double fuck with him.  Tony had told Ricco all about the
docking with Nils and being sucked by Adam in the hotel.  Ricco was a bit
sorry he missed that, but didn't begrudge Tony having had that experience
with them.


     Very late that night a slender figure slid quietly out of the big bed,
limped out to the shiny, immaculate kitchen.  He could barely see, the city
lights hardly penetrated that room, but he knew where the pedestal of
knives rested on the counter.  In the black of the room he knew just where
he was and his palm lay on the butt ends of the wooden handles where his
fingers found one handle to pull from the holder.  As he started to draw
the large knife upward, another figure, much taller and larger, silently
connected against the smaller figure, pressing one hand over the other's
hand, pushing the knife back into the holder and wrapping the other arm
around the first figure's body, drawing him against himself.
     "Baby, you are home, don't you know?  You aren't going anywhere
because you are home in our home.  This place, babe, is .... your
.... home! I don't want you to ever leave."  Roy was silent, motionless,
just hanging in space.
     Sean was holding Roy upright, wrapping him tightly in his own cocoon
of arms and shoulders and limbs.  In the dim light Sean could see the
glistening drops of tears on Roy's cheeks, running down soundlessly, his
breathing so shallow and tentative that Sean couldn't hear it, just barely
feel his chest expanding.
     "Roy, listen to me.  You belong to me and I belong to you, we are each
other's for good. I don't know what happened in Washington, but I'm so
sorry you've been hurt again."  Sean turned Roy around in his arms, pulling
his lover to him, front to front, both as naked as possible, as guiltless
as any two men can be with each other.  Even Sean's eyes began to cloud up,
began to shimmer with his liquid sorrow for this man he loved beyond
dimension and limitation.
     Sean reached down to cup his hands around and under Roy's buttocks,
lifted his young man's butt level with his own waist, kissing his wet face
and mouth then carrying him back to their bedroom and into a feverish
fondling and caressing until finally, Roy began to respond, to wake to his
love from the depths of despair.
     Roy's arms clutched Sean with all his strength, even enough to cause
Sean pain though he wouldn't have admitted it.  Roy began breathing full
breaths, deep in his chest, his whole body shuddering in acceptance of his
new life.
     "Sean, I'm sorry, I guess I was lost. I couldn't find my way.  I
almost ruined our life together before it actually started.  Forgive me,
Sean."  He kissed Sean's cheek, tenderly yet eagerly.
     "Of course, Roy, but we're on our way now, right?"
     "Yes, we're on our way," he waited, squeezing Sean again, "now hold me
tighter and I'll try to explain what happened to me."  He smiled in the
dark, "Sean, love, I do know I'm home now.  Thank you .... for my life!"



     Very unusual for him, Nils was alone, driving a patrol car which
turned into Mike's gate area from which he was passed onto the grounds of
the compound.  The area was pitch dark, Brian had cut off all the flood
lights and spots, and the cabin was dark too, but Nils knew the house was
open to him.
     He slipped out of the patrol car whose interior lights did not come on
when the door opened, and he was practically invisible.  By the hazy light
of the stars Nils was able to detect someone in Mike's sailboat, sitting
quietly in the stern, just waiting.  After Nils entered the cabin, the rear
door of the patrol car quietly and carefully opened just enough to permit a
man to leave the car.  He moved slowly and bent over, keeping to the dim
shadows of the starlight. The moon had already set.
     This heavy set man gradually made his way to the sailboat at the dock
along the shore, a bit north of the cabin, and damn near stepped into the
water instead of the boat but he was helped by Brian, sitting in the stern.
     Brian whispered, "Ok, now, step easily and down into the cabin.  He's
waiting there."
     Brian smiled to himself, still thinking all this sneaky, spy nonsense
was kid stuff.  But, he decided, I guess that all this was necessary if
Mike thought so.  There was a lot riding on the balance of this meeting and
the results of their collaboration. And Mike didn't want any media knowing
he was home.
     Brian had been truly surprised when Mike appeared in the cabin like a
ghost from the foggy moors, no notice, no warning.  He finally understood
that Mike had to come back to River City quietly, no notice, no one else
knowing he was there. He hugged Mike so desperately having been very
worried about him the last few days.  Pete and GB were solidly asleep in
their bed in the guest cabin, their bodies and limbs tangled so one
wouldn't know whose leg or arm was whose, well away from the sensitive
activities. No chances taken.
     Mike explained that he had to meet with Kevin Rogers, his opponent in
the congressional race, immediately, that was why he sneaked back home,
coming in by back trails on the property that he'd learned from childhood
foraging about his uncle's domain.  To be sure that no one could hear their
conversation, Mike and Kevin would talk in the sailboat cabin, playing a
noise tape on Brian's boom box, hoping no one could detect their
conversation while Brian quietly motored them around the smooth water at
idle speed.
     Mike and Kevin sat in the sailboat cabin on one bunk beside each
other, their heads close together to hear over the 'noise' from the boom
box.  This was as good as Mike could do on the spur of the moment without
more sophisticated electronic gadgets.
     Mike whispered as they shook hands, "Kevin, thank you so much for
helping me work this silly charade out."  He snickered, "Kevin, have you
ever seen reruns of the old sitcom, Get Smart, starring Don Adams as
Maxwell Smart, the 'phone in the shoe' hapless spy?"  When Kevin nodded,
Mike continued, "This reminds me of their "Cone of Silence" contraption
that never worked, in fact they couldn't hear each other."  The two men
laughed quietly, enjoying the absurdity of the situation.  "Good ol' Max."
     Kevin pulled a very small tape recorder from his pocket and pointed,
"Mike, this is the tape I made of Jacob Howard, you know, Bryan Howard's
father, and his phone call just yesterday to me, accusing you again of
being gay and also threatening exposure.  I knew you needed to hear it and
decide what you want to do about it."  He handed the player to Mike,
pointing to the 'Play' button, "Just push that to listen and get it right
over your ear."
     Mike managed that and listened to the vitriolic words on the tape.  He
knew he had to find a way to defuse the situation without hurting the old
man too much.  He didn't like Jacob Howard, but would try not to injure him
in memory of Mike's old friend, Bryan.
     "Kevin, you're a good lawyer, do you have any ideas about what I could
do?  I hate to bring a lot of attention to his accusations, and if I sued
him that's what would happen, whether he's right or not. But right now I'm
at a loss.  Any denials from me would just be doing his job for him by
myself.  I don't know who would listen to him anyway."
     Kevin thought, then revealed his notion, "I'm afraid I know who would
listen to him. You don't know my campaign chairman, Ed Moore, but I'd bet
he'd listen eagerly, ready to use it against you.  He wants to win, no
matter how or in what sneaky way.  I really can't blame him, but he just
doesn't have any scruples or morals, come to that. He's out to advance
Mr. Moore, no matter who he injures or damages, including you or me."  He
paused, "And I'm sorry, Mike, but I'm not sure that I can really control
him. I could fire him, but that wouldn't stop him.  That's why I wanted
this meeting to be super secret.  I'm sure his ferret nose is already
twitching, wondering just where I am."
     "Well, Kevin, I'll have to do some serious thinking.  I appreciate you
agreeing to this silly plan, but I thought it was necessary.  I hope, no
matter which of us wins, that you and I could get together sometimes.  We
were pretty good friends in Law school and could be again, I think. So,
Brian will take us back and Nils will get you home again.  Good luck, my
friend."
     Kevin and Mike shook hands and disassembled their "Cone of Silence"
with some silly remarks about calling on their 'shoe phones' next time.
     After Kevin and Nils had left, Mike was seriously worried, wondering
how he would counter Jacob Howard's attack.  A strange thought came to him,
what if he admitted that he was gay, then Jacob would have no hold over
him.  But, he reconsidered, that might be the end of the election for him.

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