Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2012 00:51:00 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revised 10

Amoral
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

10:  Expanding Horizons


I got the idea that we should host a huge Thanksgiving dinner in the games
room.  I broached it to Andy, one night in bed.  Mistake, he grabbed it and
would talk about nothing else for the next hour or so.  Okay, one night
without sex once in a while is acceptable.  I made up for it on the next.
Andy has grown to be the most desirable 16 year old imaginable.  He is now
5' 7", with broad muscled shoulders, beautiful legs and a compact little
round butt.  The wrestling has done wonders for his overall muscle
development and his flexibility.  I found he needed to be controlled a bit
at 14 and 15 but he is making good choices now.  He and I are still lovers
as well as brothers, but as I said before, it is not romantic love, or is
it?

We had a head count of about 30, so I ordered the food from one of the
local restaurants.  That was my second date with Elsa.  Not a real date
mind you but kind of a date.  Everyone came except Leon and Grover who were
visiting Leon's parents.

Andy wanted to do something special for Christmas, too.  Since we did not
need to be open for business I let him pick.  He chose Hawaii, so Hawaii is
where we would go.  I made reservations.  Leon and Grover would join us for
a few days of surfing and snorkeling.  I got all that organized.

Barney called me.  He has another client that is organizing a Canadian gas
play and is looking for 500K.  That was just about all I had left in my off
shore account.  My biggest question was can the fellow be trusted.  Barney
assured me he could be.  After looking over the prospectus I figured it
would be a good deal.  I usually don't get into these quick money schemes
but this one seemed to have legs.  I checked out the principals as best I
could.

The idea was to raise 3 million by issuing shares at 10 cents, then after
getting the land and perhaps a well or two drilled, go to the market at 50
cents and get the initial investment plus profit back, by dumping a portion
of the original shares.  If all went well I should be out with a handsome
profit by June 08.  I did not quite believe this but since little was
happening anyway, I thought perhaps it was a good idea.  I instructed him
to have the off shore company borrow 500K based on the CD's in the account
and go for the stock.  Using a letter of credit to be activated only when
the deal was 100% ready to proceed.  Since my 500 was the last to make up
the 3 million they should be ready to go by Jan 1.  He would take 15% of
the profit. (Auther's Note: In 07 and 08 natural gas prices were
considerably higher then in 11 and 12.)

The principals were not happy, for they wanted cash.  I told them those
were my terms take it or leave it.  I think Barney told them this was a
performance test and if they performed I would be willing to participate in
future ventures.  I didn't completely trust these boys, whether they were
Barney's friends or not.  I knew this type of financier: completely
motivated by greed and totally enamoured by their own self importance.
They could be trusted to do only that which lined their own pockets.
People like this have no ethical standards.

I made sure Barney was on their board of directors but if push came to
shove that would not protect me.  By using Barney as my representative they
had no idea who I was or just how large my asset base really was.  Compared
to them it is quite small.  What they are proposing is a classic pump and
dump.  I had only read about these, but never been part of one before.  My
plan was to get out as quickly as I could, without causing a panic.
Natural gas prices were high and going higher, along with oil.  I could not
see this continuing for very long.  It was best to get out quick.  Assuming
the Canadian management team was competent, the thing would probably pay
well in the long run.  I was not interested in that at this time.

I explained all this to Andy.  He was beginning to show a little interest
in this investing thing.  Over the years I had always paid him for the work
he did around the resort.  He was not a saver but I made him take part of
it into an educational fund.  I upped his weekly allowance to $30 when he
got his driver's license.

We flew from Green Bay on the 20th of December.  I must admit traveling at
this time of the year is one pain after another.  Traveling by air is one
pain after another anyway.  During peak travel periods it is just that much
more.  Most air carriers give an illusion of customer service.  A few have
even stopped pretending.  A few seem to try.  I have always believed most
would not recognize true customer service if it bit them in the ass.

It seemed that in every airport we met people we knew.  Most were former
resort guests.  That was strange, for I had never had anything like this
happen before.  Some of these young men set my motor running to full
throttle too.  It was in L.A. that I got a fright to end all frights.  We
were heading up an escalator when I saw one of my former associates heading
down on the parallel.  Fortunately, I noticed him before he noticed me and
turned my head to speak to Andy.  I was not sure if he saw me or not.  He
did.  When he got to the bottom he turned and started up.

"Andy," I said, "don't ask any questions just do as I say, rush for the
boarding lounge and do it now."

We sat in the lounge across from where we needed to go.  This flight was
scheduled for Dallas, via Denver.

"I think I have been recognized.  Just play along with what ever I say."

I looked around, the fellow was standing off to the side giving me a good
once over.  Man am I glad I grew this beard and let my hair go real long.

"Call my cell and pretend to text someone as soon as I pretend to answer."

The guy was starting toward me when I answered the phone.

"Oh, hi mom... yes Andy and I are in the boarding lounge... that is because
he is texting his girlfriend... Here brother talk to our mother..."

I handed him the phone.  We were both talking just loud enough for anyone
close to hear us.  Andy played the game and handed the phone back.

"No mom the flight schedules are not changed.  We go from here to Denver
and then Dallas."

Andy continued to pretend to text.  Andy had lost his accent in a few
months.  It had taken me about a year, unless you were highly tuned in to
things like that.  My Oklahoma drawl was gone.

We had about 40 minutes yet and the Dallas flight was to leave in 45.
After about 20 minutes, Andy put his phone away.  I was still talking to
mom.  Andy looked at me several times wondering how I could come up with
all patter I did.  I figured if I stalled long enough the fellow would just
go away.  He had been on his way out, so someone was probably holding for
him at the baggage claim.  His phone rang and he quickly departed.  I am
sure he was still not completely convinced I was not his former colleague.

Andy and I went to the men's room and returned to our proper boarding
lounge.  We were hiding way off in the back corner with a bunch of old
ladies.  I did not realize until we sat down how nervous and shook up Andy
was.  I opened my phone and showed him the pictures I took of the fellow.
They were not good ones as I was taking them while I pretended to talk.
Neither of us saw him with his phone out, until he answered the call.  I
figured he did not take our picture.

"We did good brother.  You need not concern yourself in a place like this.
No weapons are allowed and lots of security types lurking around.  That guy
did not know me all that well anyway."

He took my hand and squeezed it.  I was thinking he remembered things he
had long put aside and it was just a bit disturbing.

"We have been in this together for a long time now.  As long as we have
each other's back we will be okay."

God do I need a cuddle and long fuck with my boy.  I guess it will just
need to hold off for a few hours yet.

Once on the beach with all the nubile young ladies and boys, Andy did not
know where to start.  Nor did I.  I spotted a surf board rental and so we
started there.  Andy got the hang of it right off.  I was, shall I say, a
slow learner.  We went to most of the islands and saw all of the tourist
places.  I was working the camera overtime and filling memory cards faster
then I could purchase them.

Andy gave me a Christmas present early.  He thought it necessary.  It was a
15" Mac Book Pro.  I felt a little bad in not having anything for him.  He
just laughed saying this vacation was present enough, besides he didn't
have quite enough cash so I made up the difference.  He posed for me in all
kinds of places.  I had realized some time ago that Andy wanted to be a
model or thought he did.  Now that he was being asked, to do that, I think
the bloom is off that rose, for a while anyway.

He and Grover had enormous amounts of fun all centered on the beach and the
young people that populated it.

Just as we were getting ready to leave several of the Chicago men arrived
in the hotel lobby.  We had a brief chat, mostly focused on the resort.
One of them suggested we find another location and have it managed by
professionals.  Perhaps forming some kind of private club.  They assured me
money was no real object and that I could be associated as a management
consultant or something like that.  We needed to head for the airport, so I
agreed to think about it and would come to Chicago for a meeting, at the
end of January.

On the trip home I thought of using the old Hellfire Club as a kind of
model.  In fact we could call ourselves a religious organization.  Now I
needed a name.

Andy was kind enough to suggest not one but two, good ones at that.
Peow/phallos (penis/phallos in Greek) or pintel (in OE).  He found them by
searching Google while we were changing planes in Chicago.  This brought
the usual giggles from his teenage mind.  I did not giggle but did wonder.
Penis, peow or phallos, pintel are all of Indo European roots.  When I did
a quick search in other languages, same root and only slight differences in
spelling.  Okay, it makes sense to me.  Things that are that basic to
humanity would have been named very early on.  I did another quick search
for words like mother and brother, again lots of obvious root connections
and not that different.

Phallic worship goes way back, I knew that. Again, a little searching
showed right to the root.  Every culture I am aware of, all the ones we
studied in Anthro 101 and 102, had them.  I thought at the time, and have
found nothing to dissuade me that some of these phallic symbols are in the
eye and the mind, of a beholder.  I remember some author auguring that
trees and other vertical natural objects, being used by some ancient
culture or another, were phallic symbols.  Well like us moderns today,
maybe yes and maybe no and probably sometimes.

I did a search on pintel and found things like: Pintel is a character in
Disney's "Pirates of the Caribbean"; on Old English noun; a computer
supplier in cyber space; a flow control valve with two stage pintle and
concentric valve seats, from a place in Florida; and so on.  I then came to
the conclusion all these nouns also mean shaft.  Now shaft has many, many
meanings.  The first that comes to mind is a shaft of light in this
context.  That brings to mind Apollo.  It also brings to mind "Jesus, a
light unto the world" and so on.  I am quite sure Andy was having some
difficulty in following my logic here but he played my game, also making
suggestions.

"It is settled then," I said, "Pintels, just that."  He went off noting we
would then be the pricks, cocks and 50 other slang words for penis. I
brought him back to shaft or shafts and if worded well, it would not be
obvious, exactly what kind of shaft we were talking about but a shaft of
light, synonymous with truth could be our symbol, as well as what our
literature suggested.  As I write this, I am immediately struck by the
references to Jesus and Apollo, who are both symbolized, i.e. represent,
"Light" or Truth or The Way. (That is all your author is going to say about
this, as interesting as this scholarship might be.)

One thing that always seemed to bother me, is our societies' penchant for a
single overriding cause or answer to complex things.  Many of the things in
the Anthropology texts were like that.  Often several authors arguing over
this or that point as if no others could possibly be as important.  When we
are looking at stuff today, we may want to attribute this or that to one
single cause but we know it is almost never that way.  Usually it is some
combination of things.  How in hell can we try to do that for cultures,
thousands of years ago, with fragmented information?  Drives me wild to see
this.  Maybe that is the cures of us Amoral Bastards, we don't view things
through any lens, just window glass.

We went to Chicago for a weekend and had our meeting.  I was most surprised
at the number of people that showed up.  Our host, a fellow named Jason,
assured me that everyone there was a certified boy lover.  We had the
meeting in his condo's meeting and party room.  Judging from the number of
older boys and young men, I believed him.  All of our pervious Chicago area
clients came and many, I did not know.  We had 74 names on our list by the
end.  I outlined my business plan.  I thought it best to begin on that part
and leave the other stuff for later.

I had found a very nice and very private resort, in northern Wisconsin,
which had its own lake and was surrounded mostly by forest.  The land was a
little hilly but not too bad and some abandoned farm fields were adjacent.
The lodge had just been rebuilt, at a substantial cost.  They had hoped to
attract well healed patrons which they did.  It was just too remote for
passing traffic and too difficult to get to for short visits.  They are in
financial difficulty and the place is mortgaged to the hilt.  The bank that
holds that mortgage is also in some difficulty.  They will be devastated if
interbank borrowing becomes more restrictive with poorly performing loans
on their books, and that is what they want to avoid.

If a group of members, using a gulf or country club model, were to purchase
the mortgage at face and foreclose, that group would only need to finance
operations.  I worked out the working capital and operating for the first
five years.  That would mean an annual subscription fee and fees for usage,
meals and the like.  The fees I proposed were far less than gulf club
memberships but the initial initiation fee was about the same.  I thought
we should fix the number of memberships at 300 but my economics were done
at 250.  I also proposed not to restrict membership to those with boys,
i.e. singles or couples of our persuasion, boys or not, were welcome.
Bottom line: the place could be purchased for 1.7 million.

It had 30 rooms and would only be open from June 1 through Sept 31 full
time and on weekends and holidays the remainder of the time.  Operating
would be roughly 325 thousand.  If we had 250 members all paying 1000/year
and utilization was at only 50% the place would make money.  That profit
could be reinvested in amenities as the members saw fit.

Then I explained the Pintel Society.  I structured it on the old model of
fraternal societies like the Masons, Moose and so on with the Hellfire Club
twist.  I think the check books were ready to come out when I finished.
One of the men asked what the time fuse was on the purchase.  I told him I
could arrange a 90 day option, if they voted tonight for me to do so.
Another was afraid we would not be organized in time and wondered if some
kind of lease to purchase arrangement could be made.  I did some fast
calculating and told them yes, I could do that but the price would go to 2
mil and I would need at least 7.5% annual interest on the unpaid balance,
and a 6 year term.

Jason asked what I would charge as management consultant.  I could see
Andy's brain was now in high gear.  "If we lease to purchase, I will throw
in my time and that of my brother's for the six year period.  If not 25 K /
year plus my annual membership fee."

Andy said from the floor, "I am that brother, if you gentlemen are
accepting of the `society' concept, that Mat has outlined, two things must
happen.  One, volunteers are needed with skills such as legal and
accounting to help organize it and two, I think at least a couple of us
boys need to be on your committee."

Jason asked the question, "Do we wish Mat to proceed with the purchase and
how?"  The answer was to the affirmative and as a lease to purchase.

"Can I offer our banker friend your business, at competitive rates, of
course?"

They agreed to that too.  In the next few minutes we had volunteers to form
the executive/organizational committee.

Over all it was highly successful.  This little group collected the names
and phone numbers of all interested.  Almost all were.  A few thought it
just a little rich for them.  They were assured the full 25K was not needed
on day one, that was the reason for the 6 year lease to purchase.  I
reminded them the term could be extended just as easily as shortened should
either become desirable.

This new executive met in Jason's condo and over several beers we hammered
out the details, such as who is to do what by when.  I was impressed by
this group.  They would exchange their time and talents for the annual
membership fee.  We had all the professionals one would want, including an
artist and a musician.  Andy and their boys were quizzed about what
concerns they might have.  It turned out mostly over the rules and
regulations of the society and the boys' status in it, should he and the
man have a falling out.  They were assured, the interest of the boys was as
important as of the men and they would be protected and consulted.

One of the boys, Mike, I would guess 18 or 19, offered his take, "All of us
here know we can trust our men and we do.  We don't know about those who
are not here or will join later."

I know his man was proud of him and so was I.

One of the lawyers, the artist and the musician offered to form a rules and
constitution writing, sub committee.  They asked Andy and Mike to help
them.  One suggested many gay and bi men he knew, would gladly join so he
thought boys should be junior members.  Their fees at greatly reduced
rates.

"Waved for those over 16 and under 21 who no longer have a man," Mike
suggested.

This went on for some hours and it was quite late when I climbed into bed
and snuggled up to Andy's perfect little butt.

Now I had to find 1.7 million or the better part of it in the next 90 days.
Andy was most concerned.

"Mat do you have that kind of money?"

"Yes we have more than that in assets.  The trick here is finding enough
free cash, but I have an idea."

"I know you have lots of ideas but..."

"If this gas deal goes as planned, I will have the 1.7 + in my Caiman
Islands account by the end of February."

Jason's boy took Andy shopping in downtown Chicago, while Jason and I
cemented our friendship and working relationship.  He told me that his boy,
Willard called Will, came to him at 14 from the modeling group.  He was the
second lad to have lived with him.  His first is now flying for a small
charter airline out of Midway.  I must have got my bright idea or some kind
of expression on my face.

Jason just smiled.  "Yes that will solve the transportation problem for
short visits now, won't it."

"Chicago, Milwaukee, Madison, Rockford and so on," I added. "I suspect we
could even put in a small grass strip on those open fields."

Jason would look into it next week.  "You know, well you don't know, the
owner is as queer as they come.  I think he should be a member too, if for
no other reason but to support this gay initiative."

"I don't know about that.  I don't much care either.  The fellow is in
business, he needs to keep his aircraft in the air, otherwise he does not
make money.  I would guess his membership would be a tax dodge, a cost of
doing business."

"What about the lesbians, should we offer them?" I asked.

Jason was not sure about this.  He would think it over a bit and ask some
of his "sisters" what they thought.  "The women often don't yet have quite
the economic clout but it is coming.  I think our staff needs to be from
our community too.  I'm thinking about boy lovers not just gays.  I think
we need to offer discount memberships to our important staff, chief,
manager and so on."

"That's why I did the economics on 250 not 300.  I suspect we will get some
who won't even use the place but you never know.  I also suspect, over
time, some will drop out but that is years away."

We headed out Sunday afternoon.  Chicago is a bit of a hike from Amherst.

Right on schedule the cash arrived in my account.  Now that is a bit of all
right.  I could also see the next lot would be much more difficult to raise
and that may not even be possible.  Loose money in the market was beginning
to dry up.  I phoned my broker and told him when to sell the remaining
shares.  Not so much when but at what price.  Since this is over the
counter, I had him bundle the shares in units of 20 thousand.  Post one
unit at a time, holding off for a day or two between sales.  I phoned
Barney and told him his 15% was being reinvested in a secured mortgage and
he will be paid his share of the interest plus principal on a quarterly
basis by the offshore company.  Then I offered him and his friends
memberships in our new organization.  Details to follow if interested.  He
faxed me the names and numbers of himself and his associates a few days
later.  I sent those along with Leon, Simon & Carl's names to our
organizing committee.

I next visited my friendly banker and arranged for my Caiman company to
purchase the mortgage, 90% now and the remaining 10% once they foreclosed
and handed it to me.  I promised the societies business to the bank and
local administration of the lease to purchase.  The societies lawyer
insisted on a back out clause, which I accepted.  Carlton insisted on
stronger than usual, save us harmless language, making them responsible for
all property taxes.  The bank would make sure they were cleared on my
behalf, if necessary.

Once the society was properly constituted the agreements could be signed.
Andy was delighted with the whole arrangement.  Then it kind of dawned on
him, to enjoy this new place he would need to travel there and be away from
home.  I had a thousand details to look after.  This semester was a hard
one with three advanced courses in economics.

When the spring break came I was ready, oh was I ready for it.  I wanted no
school, no business, no friends.  All I wanted was my Andy.  I have no idea
how I came to love him so completely and to need him so much in my life.  I
just woke up one morning and realized it.  He thought this was all very
funny.

"Mat I have always known that I needed you that way and you needed me in
the same way."

I guess we have always had a partnership of mutual need and respect, and
that has just grown into devotion.  We are still not equals in all respects
and probably won't be for some time yet.

It turned out we did not go anyplace.  We closed the gate.  Turned off the
telephones and refused to even look at email.  We laid in a week's supply
of food and we just stayed home.  We worked together in the yard and
cleaned the house.  We slept in and fucked as much and as often as we were
capable of.  The weather was warm and sunny.  We made the most of it,
spending as much time outside as possible.

Andy and I fucked each other in the shower, sauna, bed and in every other
place we could find.  He is tall enough now to take me standing and he sure
did that.  He has this wonderful way of fucking me, while I am on my knees.
We both took the time to make love, not lust.  I think that was the most
pleasurable of all.  In the house we are almost always naked.  We both like
that.  Sometimes it is quite funny to see your partner naked and erect or
part so, doing mundane things, dusting or making beds.

I think the most exciting was just after a shower, we were both steamed up.
Andy stood in from of the sink with a huge mirror.  He raised his left leg
placing his foot on the counter, "Okay Mat, let me feel you inside," as he
spread his butt cheeks.  What could I do, other then what he wanted me to.
I rolled on a condom and greased the pole.  He took me in as always, with
one easy push I was into the fifth dimension, the sex dimension.  His ass
is simply the most desirable in Amherst, and probably Wisconsin.  He takes
me full in and likes to hold on, so I have difficulty pulling out again.  I
just love it.  In this position my balls don't get to slap his butt but we
all need to make some sacrifices, now don't we.  Once I ejaculated I sat on
the floor, Andy fucked my mouth until he filled it with ejaculate.  I can't
imagine not having him on the end of my erection.  He tells me the same
thing.  Andy at 16 looks 13, if you only see his face.  His long blond hair
and hairless body lend to that notion.  Only viewing his broad shoulders
and height, 18 might be more like it.  When you get your hands on his long
cock and cup his large balls you know this is no boy.  He is every bit a
man.

We talked a lot too.  I was glad we did.  Lovers and brothers both need to
communicate with each other and not just through our bodies.