Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2012 20:04:18 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 3 (corrected)

Amoral Revisited
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

You know the legal stuff so if you are not 18 go away until you are.
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3: Oklahoma Organized

We went to the mall and stocked up on new clothes for us both.  Everything
from socks to shirts.  I got Andy an ipod and some games for my laptop.  We
got some books and movies and just all the stuff young boys and older boys,
who think they are still young, need.  Some wag said, the only difference
between men and boys is the cost of their toys.  Maybe so but Andy's toys
are getting as costly as mine.  I guess as Sandy he never had much and his
desires were mostly ignored or unattainable.  I seemed to do the thinking.

He almost seemed afraid to ask, something his namesake had no problem ever
doing.  I reminded him of this.  Andy just smiled.  When I bestowed Andy on
him, I made it clear that he was not expected to live up to any standard
and I realized he was a different person.  I don't know how much of that he
believed. I'm not sure how much I believed.  When we got back to the hotel
I took most of my old clothing and put it in the bags the new stuff came
in.  We would make a Good Will donation in the morning.  I would never be
able to reclaim my belongings, from my old apartment base and I had lots of
them too.  "All is replaceable," I thought.

We got to sex lesson two.  Andy and I modeled all of our new clothing for
each other, including the sexy undies I purchased for myself.  I had wanted
to get him some too, but in his size the selection was limited.  That was
okay, he looks good in what ever he has on, or not.  After showing him how
to give himself a enema and cleaning both of us out.  Not that I expected
anything of size up my butt, it made him feel better knowing I was doing
the same thing.  I laid him on the bed and began our oral exchanges.

I still needed to get some butt plugs and dildos for him.  I used my
fingers and after just a little discomfort and the newness of it, he
settled right into my finger fucking his little anus.  Once I got his
prostate properly stimulated he was in boy heaven.  I knew he would be
wanting this kind of treatment again and soon.  My plan was to give it as
often as possible.  After giving his perineum a good work over I slipped in
my index finger in and went for his prostate from that side.  With him on
his back, I started that come-a-long motion and he came right along.  Oh,
did he come, dry but powerful.

We picked up the car in the morning and looked after our task list,
extended our stay for another day and headed out to see the legal eagle.
Jefferson is about an hour's drive from Oklahoma City, around 50 miles.  On
the way I told Andy about his new home town and some of the people that
lived in it.  Mostly, I told him about the second and third cousins, he
would never meet and my lawyer as an old boyhood friend.

Barney Bantrell is a few years older than me.  I was never quite sure why
we were friends but we were.  I know that part of it was my willingness to
play sex games with him and let him fuck me.  I was not much older than
Andy and Barney was almost 15 at the time.  He was a strange one for sure.
He and I shared all kinds of boy sex in those years.  He was into girls
too, big time.  I know he liked them young, in the 13-14 age range.  The
strange part of it is, he still does.  By the time I hit high school he was
in college and I didn't see him all that often.  I got into girls and
whenever he came home we would double date.  I know he enjoyed fucking them
as much as I did.  I think more than he did fucking me.  Thinking back, I
preferred boys, well his ass anyway, to any of the girls.

Barney is a bachelor and I know he still goes after the young ones, if he
gets a chance.  I tried to prep Andy as we drove, without giving him to
much detailed information. Jefferson is the county seat and a town of about
25,000.  We got in just before dark and stopped at the cemetery to visit my
parent's grave.  The head stones listed them and Andy.

"I never thought about this before but it's kind of weird being a dead
guy," Andy whispered.

"I guess, but it's only for a few weeks at most."  I put my arm around his
shoulder and pressed him into my body.  "I am going to have his death
certificate disappear and we will put another name on this marker.  I think
Sanford (Sandy) Maki, let me see, Died August 29, 2005, Born... "When is
your birthday?"

"It was April 27, 1993".

"I know it feels funny becoming someone else.  I did that once, as you
know.  You will get accustomed to it."  We got some take out pizza and pop,
on our way to Barney's.  "Andy, I want you to give Barney this money."  I
pulled a couple of hundreds out and handed it to him.  Andy looked at me
like I was nuts.

"It's okay Andy, the money is a retainer for legal services.  What that
means is, anything you tell me is protected by privilege.  I can't tell
anyone without your permission and no one can make me tell either," Barney
told him.

He took the cash and wrote out a receipt to Andy Maki and dated it.  "Okay
kid, tell Barney your story, just like it happened or you remember it
happening anyway."

"But you told me not to ever tell."

"I know and I was serious and I still am, Barney is just a little
different.  Being your lawyer, he is bound, as he said.  Also we need his
help, you need his help," I explained.

Andy was reluctant but he did as requested.  Since he only knew Tony and
Jacks by their first names, which were not their real names anyway, it was
not so bad. "Well, you two have had quite an adventure.  I can see why you
need a new name and I can see why Matte has chosen Andy for you.  You know
Matte, if Andy is alive he in entitled to half of your parents estate?"

"Yes, I know.  Don't concern yourself, I have lots of my own cash."

"Ill gotten I am sure," Barney said.

"Hay man, I worked hard and dangerous for it."

He just smiled.  "Well Andy, I think this is your lucky week.  Zeus has
smiled on Ganymede once again."

I don't think Andy understood the classical reference, I'll explain it
later.

"I have a couple of friends that owe me big time.  It will only cost Matte
a small bundle but he just told us, any price is worth it." Barney had the
goods on the county judge, sherif, DA and police chief.  He didn't say
exactly what he had, but I took his gestures and innuendoes to mean, he
supplied or arranged for under aged girls and boys for them.  From what he
said he is still into the 13-14 girls and on a regular basis.

The police chief, is into his daughter and the DA boys, the other two girls
over 14 but under 18.  I figured they were his pass alongs.  I doubt that
Andy picked up on this.  If I didn't know Barney, as well as I do, I would
have missed most of it myself. He asked a bunch of questions, like how well
Andy did in school and where he had been living.  I told him our story was
Jackson, Miss. to account for his accent.  Andy also gave him his mothers
name and the name of the drug dealer.  He even thought of stuff I hadn't.
I would move the 25K into Barney's off shore account from one of mine.  He
could draw on our inheritance money for expenses, since he was the Estate
Executor.  We were to get lost for about four weeks.  While Andy was in the
restroom, he winked and asked me if the boy was more than a substitute
brother.  I smiled and nodded yes.

"I often wondered what it would take to melt that heart of ice.  Now I know
it is a pair of blue eyes and a need for love," Barney quipped.

"Ya, he captured my heart the instant I saw him."

"Are you intending to settle around here?"

"No, too many people know me and would know Andy.  I am thinking we need a
smallish city, that is one hell of a long way from the Gulf Coast or we
need one hell of a big city like Chicago or New York."

"What about school for him?"

"Ya brother, what about school for both of us."

"That's not a bad idea.  You realize the best place to hide is in a crowd.
Why not look at a smallish school, in a small city in Wisconsin or
Michigan.  You know Matte, in northern Wisconsin there are lots of Makis.
It is a popular Finnish name in that part of the world."

"I'll think about it.  How are you going to get Andy some school records,
or do you have some dirt on a local principal?"

"Just never you mind.  One other thing is his age and his state of
development.  Look, I think we shouldn't change Andy's date of birth from
1993, since we are issuing new documents anyway.  That will make the Will
and stuff simpler as well, also explaining why he never had a Social
Security number or anything like that before.  If, for example, you ever
run into anyone who knew the first Andy, you could always tell them this
Andy," he brushed his hand through his blond hair, "is adopted and just
happened to have the same first name.  Since the original Andy, was in fact
Anders and this Andy is really Andrew.  The adoption records can be sealed
by the court.  Now that makes everything even simpler and cheaper and I
won't need to call in as many markers."

"It will also mean, if any genetic tests are ever done, you have a good
explanation.  I will build up some correspondence to indicate this was your
parents idea, but they were killed before the lad could be picked up, but
after the papers were signed.  That will explain everything, just in case
anyone ever back tracks to this place.  That will also explain why he was
not named in the Wills or the news stories.  I think we should leave the
grave marker alone but erect a memorial to Sandy and his mother," Barney
explained.

"I have got to hand it to you Barney, that is brilliant.  Even better than
my own perverse plan."

"You mean you are going to put up a monument to my mom and my old me?"

"Yes, brother that is exactly what he means and what I intend to see done.
We will just say "Victims of Katrina" on it, the names and dates too of
course."

Barney could have it put up in Mississippi, perhaps in his old home town,
using another local lawyer.  That would further isolate us. As we drove
back to the motel Andy fell asleep.  It looked like a restful sleep too.  I
was thinking along the way, Andy would be in grade 6.  I could always say
his records will be slow due to the disruption of Katrina, which will give
Barney time.  Now that his plan, well our plan modified, as it is, is being
implemented, I needed to do some serious work.

Being refugees from Katrina's destruction, also explains why, what little
we have is new and why we had so little period.  This hour long nap was
just what Andy needed.  He was charged up and ready-I-mean-ready-sir for
his next sex lesson.  I think he was a lot more comfortable with being
Andrew Maki then Andres Maki.  So was I.  Why I didn't think of that myself
is a mystery, I guess that's why team work is often the best approach to
complex problems.

My twelve year old angel was just so bubbly and happy I was reluctant to
settle him down.  A feeling I quickly overcame once he stripped to his
undies.  We cuddled on the bed, watching some stupid reality TV program.  I
doubt that either of us were interested in it, since the next set of
commercials produced many kisses.  They, of course, led to a full court
press.  My mouth engulfed his boyhood and my slick fingers, now two, began
engaging his prostate, driving his orgasms.  This time he did not
immediately fall asleep but did lay quite still and quiet for about 5
minutes.  Time to turn off the TV and bring out some of the toys, purchased
earlier in the day.

The word on the street was, kiddy porn could be had at one sex shop on the
south side of the city.  I remembered overhearing a conversation between
two drug buyers, about the place.  One was telling the other what pass
words and phrases were required.  Fortunately, one of my many talents,
fostered by my late boss, is my ability to remember names, dates and
amounts, in minute detail.  Pass words are no different.

A quick look at the phone book produced the address.  After amassing a
collection of butt plugs, vibrators, lube and the like, all small or
obviously used in training, I spoke the magic phrase and was immediately
escorted to a small room in the back.  On a small table was a box of index
cards.  On each card was a title and some abbreviations and few comments.
I selected several cards, assuming I had understood the abbreviations.  I
knocked on the adjoining door, signaling I was ready and left $200 on the
table, with the three cards.  My license plate number was written on one of
the bills.  I paid for my purchases at the counter, asking where one could
get a good cup of coffee.  The clerk said Denny's, just up the street and
that they had lots of parking in the back.  I left the car unlocked and
took about 30 minutes to drink my coffee.  When I came out, a small package
was under the passenger's seat.  I put it in the back, with my other
purchases and departed.

Since this hotel did not have a DVD player in the room and I was not keen
on my lap top's small screen, I thought better of looking at them now.  The
butt plugs and lube would do for the next few days anyway.  Andy was
fascinated by what came out of the bags.  I took a medium length, slim
little vibrator out of the packaging and after explaining it, slipped it
home.  Being less thick then my two fingers it went right in.  After about
15 minutes I slipped in a little, bullet shaped, silver thing.  Andy was
giggling since it kind of tickled.  I just left the thing turned on at a
very low level and positioned myself head to toe, next to him so we could
69.  Andy was on my erection in a flash and I was on his too.  While he
sucked and licked his lollypop, I took one of the larger vibrators and
pressed it against his perineum.  He was driving me crazy with is tongue
and I had him writhing on the bed from the triple action.  I eventually
ejaculated and he managed to take most of it down his throat.  A little
more effort and he climaxed again.  I took out the silver thing and slipped
one of the smaller butt plugs home. In the morning after we did our oral
and anal hygiene we continued to run pickups and renewed our room for
another couple of nights.  Over the course of those days, I had Andy use
the butt plug for a couple of hours and then rest for a couple.

By the time we hit the road north he was taking the largest I had, with
minimal pain and no apparent discomfort. At every chance we would kiss and
hug and feel each other.  He seemed to like this game as much as I did.
Taking Barney's suggestion about northern Wisconsin to heart, I got on the
internet, using the hotel's connection and got busy.  Andy joined me and we
surfed together.  After all he was going to be a part of this.  In my
searching around I settled on the area near Sevens Point.  S.P. has a
campus of UW, and is reasonably close to large centers like Green Bay,
Wausau, Oshkosh.  Oshkosh also has a UW campus and so does Green Bay.  I
searched around on the map and came up with the idea of living in the
country, near a small town that is not too far from the Point, as I see it
is often called, and Oshkosh.

Andy was much interested in the annual snow fall, having never seen snow
before.  This place averages 12 inches in January so that should do.  The
average January temperatures of 12 F were less impressive to him but he was
still game.  I did a phone book search on one small town called Amherst.
Why I picked this place I do not know but it seemed to be close to several
good sized lakes and had just enough amenities to keep us.  Lots of German,
Polish and Scandinavian ethnics in the mix.  I got the phone book on line
and searched Maki.  I found 12 all in the surrounding area, none in the
village.  So as I thought, it was a relatively common name but not too
common.  The population is about 1400 with 52% males.  All the time we were
searching around our hands seemed to find each other's maleness.  I kept
working on him so that about very 2 hours he would have some kind of
pleasurable experience, like another dry orgasm.  I didn't like hanging
around Oklahoma City all that much but I needed the bulk of our new
documents, specifically Andy's birth certificate, his guardianship papers
and so on.

We eventually gave up and I bought one of those little DVD players, to keep
the boy entertained, in addition to a big fist full of movies.  The biggest
immediate hit was one of the porn movies I had selected.  It was all about
a man's boy and his adventures with his man and some of that man's friends.
Andy sure liked it.  The boy was not much older than him so the plot said.
He was not an acting or story critic.  He knew it was fiction but the
fucking sure looked real.  When he first saw the man's 7" going up the boys
butt his eyes were glued to the screen.  I also found a few internet sites
of interest, like the adult-youth and young friends stories on Nifty.  Andy
liked to read and he began devouring the stories.  By the end of our second
day in this research mode, he was using one of the larger butt plugs in his
ass and bouncing up and down on the chair, while reading.  That in addition
to playing with both of our cocks.  I knew my plan was successful, at least
to date, when he looked over at me and said, "It's time to make this boy
happy again, I sure need some of Matias' love attention."  It was two hours
since the last time.  Right on.  Pavlov if you only knew.

By the time we got on the road north, he was addicted to sexual pleasure.
I think we are all addicted to it.  Comes with being primates.  We made a
few tourist stops along the way.  I avoided the larger cities where I could
or just zipped through them.  I wanted to get us established as soon as
possible.  The kid needed to get into school.  He may not have realized it
but he does need the social contact of other children.

We drove north, staying on the west side of the Mississippi River to the
Twin Cities and turned east.  It took us four solid days. Andy was getting
quite restless just sitting in the car.  Sure he had lots of attention from
me, his ipod, portable DVD player, the car radio and navigation system, not
to mention all the new and different scenery out the window.  It was the
sitting still that was the hard part.  We took motels each night, where he
could get some of that loving he needed and I desired.  I had wanted to go
camping but figured it would take longer.  It would be better to take him
camping locally first.  Besides we needed all that gear and I had not been
camping since a boy of 14 or 15, and I needed to relearn. Along the way, we
talked a lot about how he should answer questions.  With the new scenario
it was much easier but he would still need some family memories to draw on.

In St. Louis we stopped at the Gateway National Monument.  He was as
impressed as I was.  The view from it is quite something.  I found a sex
shop not too far away and stocked up on more toys, including an adjustable
butt plug, that would work to stretch him out a bit more.  Andy liked it
right off and by the time we reached the Point he was ready for phase three
of his training.

I found a small motel that had some cooking facilities but no internet.
Being a university town, I found a number of hot WIFI's that covered the
motel area.  On our first night in this new place, I moved Andy into his
third phase of sexual training.  He was in fact quite excited about the
whole process.  Andy had seen all the DVD's, so he knew what to expect. I
wanted to let him fuck me first, so he would understand the pleasure
involved but he is just too small yet.  The nice part of dry orgasms is
they can be repeated in quick succession.  I used a series of dildos and my
lips to bring him off and then built him up again.  Once I figured he was
ready, I got him to position himself over my erection and to squat.  I
guided my cock into his hole and let him press it home, at his own speed.
Even with all the preparation, I could see it was painful.  He did not yell
or squeal but tears were running from his eyes until I broke through.  He
dropped and my balls pressed into his butt.  I held him and pulled him down
as I stretched up to kiss him.  He shuddered and then relaxed.  I could
feel his sphincter tightening and relaxing against my erection.  Once the
shock had passed we both started to move.  Before we both came I had him in
about four different positions.  His only comment was, "Awesome, absolutely
awesome."

In the morning we had another little talk about keeping silent about
certain things.  The thought of losing me was more than he could tolerate.
Andy was a torrent of tears.  It took about an hour to calm him down.  Our
first task was to find a lawyer.  Barney had given me a list of names and
phone numbers, which I called.  After three interviews we picked the middle
one.  Next was a bank.  I needed to establish my credit here and set up the
usual kind of accounts.  We found the local mall and got cell phone service
organized.  I had been telling everyone I had been a "Day Trader", until we
had to get out of Katrina's way.  That explained the apparently mysterious
income and my off shore company.  I never mentioned my boating and
managerial experience.

The lawyer advised me to purchase everything, like housing through our
family trust or my trading company.  I would let him and Barney sort out
the details.  The next morning was real-estate time.  Andy and I 69ed for a
while and I fucked him again, this time side by side.  He seemed to like
that the best, since I wasn't crushing him.  He liked to cuddle and cling
but he was not all that fond of my weight pressing on his little frame.  I
used a couple of the dildos to open him up again, before sliding my manhood
into his pert ass. In the morning he climbed right on and rode the pony to
another mutual climax.

The agent turned out to be a middle aged lady, who just went into mother
mode, as soon as she saw Andy.  He is cute and looks so young and innocent.
We spent a few hours in her office looking at rural listings and some of
the small towns in the area.  In the afternoon we headed out to see some of
them for real.  The little town, officially a village, of Amherst turned
out to be quite nice.  Not fancy but small and welcoming.

It had just what was needed.  Schools, a few stores and shops, a few
churches, a couple of cafes and so on.  The area has a number of lakes and
a river or two.  The village is kind of spread out and is mostly a farming
community.  The street names extend into the farm area.  It looked like a
great place to use snowmobiles in the winter and quads in the summer.  It
looked like a great place to ride your bike too, either kind.  The place
was just spread out enough that I assumed all the kids must use bicycles to
get around.

The last place she showed us was on Lake Emely Road.  It is about three
miles from the town center.  The lake is not that large but large enough
and it looked like a nice place to swim.  The house was quite nice.  It was
only a few years old and came mostly furnished.  What I liked, it is mostly
in the woods and the nearest neighbor was about a half mile away.

The house had huge windows and was a giant, log cabin.  A two story log
cabin, with the upper being open and looking down into the huge living
room.  It has a very nice and large kitchen, a three car garage, boat
house, dock, some lawn but mostly trees, with a small orchard and berry
patch and three modest log cabins for guests.  Beyond the patch of trees
were farm fields, mostly potatoes, corn and hay.  The agent told us lots of
deer in the area and there was good fishing, since the lake was stocked.
It has its own well and a recently installed septic field, back from the
lake, in a good sandy area.  We would need a 4 X 4 in the winter, unless we
kept the road plowed, the snow can get deep.  The place came with a couple
of small row boats, a snow blower, back up generator and satellite TV.  No
sauna but I could have one built and probably would. I was sold and Andy
was too.  I told her right there and then, I wanted it and we should
prepare an offer.  Since the place was not occupied we could get almost
immediate possession. Andy was most interested in the local middle school.
He would be in grade 6 and middle school is 6, 7, 8.  The school is located
on North Main Street, along with the elementary and high school.  I was a
bit mystified as we drove down School Road and past School Street, past
St. Olaf's Lutheran Church. Quite a campus too.  I was impressed.

The town has a public library, fire station, post office, community center,
Scout Hall and a boat landing on the mill pond, which is a wide spot in the
Tomorrow River, as it flows through the place.