Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 21:45:06 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 4

Amoral
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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4: New Home

It was now almost the end of September and Andy had missed a month of
classes.  I had no idea how smart he is.  I figured the small town
Mississippi school he had attended would be less effective than this one
and he may need more than a little help.  Hell, I'm a smart guy, I can do
that.  I would need to hold off until the new year for my classes, anyway.

The deal closed on the 25th of September.  We met the realtor and she
handed me the keys and all the papers.

Andy and I drove to Amherst and had lunch in one of the little cafes.
After lunch we went to the school and got him registered.  They showed him
around a little and told him where and when to meet the school bus.  He
would start on Monday next.

That would give us a little time to get supplies and more or less settled
in.  I found the contact information for the utilities at the city hall and
established my accounts.  Getting high speed internet proved simpler than I
had thought it would. Our new mailing address would be a box number at the
local post office.  We went out to the house and took inventory.  Not so
much of what the place came with but what we would need.  The place had no
food but did have basic furniture and a few linens, pots, pans and dishes.
It also a few small appliances like a toaster.  I turned on the
refrigerator, freezer and made sure the tv and radio worked.  Then I
corrected the clocks and so on.  Andy wrote while I dictated.  I found some
old magazines with recipes and a couple of basic cook books.

We decided to purchase fresh stuff and perishables from the local
supermarket.  That completed we headed back to the Point and hit the
stores.  I could see right off, the Pacifica was not the machine we would
need for moving lots of stuff, so I rented a van.  Now we had the space
required.  Three shopping carts later, we headed for the computer store and
purchased two new desktops and all the routers, hubs, wires, 4 in one
printer and so on, needed.  J. C. Penny supplied most of the other stuff
like a coffee maker and huge bath towels.

In the Men's Department I told the salesman, a youngish fellow with a big
smile and figurative drool from looking at us, we were Katrina refugees
that just moved north.  I know he was drooling over my body and maybe
Andy's but the commission potential overpowered all else.  He outfitted us
for the up coming fall and winter, with jackets, coats, hats, gloves,
mittens, boots, shoes, pants, dress shirts, suits, parkas, sweaters, long
underwear and $2500 later we piled it all in the van.  It took us four
trips.  I pushed Andy into the Gap for his school clothes, mostly Tee
shirts and baggy pants.  The clerk, a youngish woman, seemed to know
exactly what he would need.  We went with her recommendations.

We found furniture at one of those box stores that always has some kind of
"blow out sale" but I couldn't make up my mind and Andy had no real idea.
We wound up at Ikea, just 20 minutes before closing.  I rounded up two
computer desks with large side areas, for working on real paper stuff,
several dressers and cabinets, lamps, chairs and things like that.  I knew
we would need lots more stuff but we had enough to start.

That night Andy did not want to sleep so we fucked instead, several times
until I could not come again, then sleep arrived.  We experimented with
several different positions.  Andy's favorite seemed on his back with his
legs bent so his knees tucked into his armpits.  As long as I kept my
weight off of him, of course.  I like to have him face down with his legs
spread wide and his hips rotated up.  That is no matter, as long as the
position is not uncomfortable for either of us.  For now and the next
while, I like to start with boy superior.  Once stretched a bit other
positions are much easier.  Mostly, I like my better than average cock, in
his tight hole.  As soon as the widest part is in, he seems to just suck
the remainder, right to the root.  Once in, we both need a brief moment for
him to relax and me to gain control of myself.  The feeling of a cock
slipping into your ass is incredible.  The feeling of your cock slipping
into an ass is also incredible.  As long as it is pleasure, not pain, that
is being felt, it is all good, very good.


In the morning I checked out of the motel and we crammed our few belongings
in and prepared to head out; but not until after Andy had his medical check
up.  I had to find a physician who would take him on a Friday and complete
the forms I had, so he could start school on Monday.  I called the county
health department and after explaining what was needed, they suggested a
couple of physicians that were new to the community.  As luck would have
it, the first one I called had a opening and we went right over.

The physician was so new that parts of his office were still being painted
and equipment was still being unpacked.  No matter, this was a simple
examination.  I did need to explain why we had no records or even a
physician's name to share, and he accepted it.  We also made future
appointments for us, to both have a complete going over and establish some
baselines, he said.  I kind of liked the fellow but I was not sure exactly
why.  I had good feelings about the lawyer too but even better feelings
about this young doctor.

I know I am good at sizing people up quickly and accurately.  Lots of
experience at that and in my former business was fairly critical too.  He
struck me as being okay and probably someone I could get to like.  He
expressed some concern that Andy was so small for his age, seeing that his
puberty had started.  I assured him we would return for a follow up in a
couple of weeks.  He told his receptionist to book us together and for a
couple of hours.

It was afternoon by the time we started unpacking and mid Saturday morning
by the time we had everything assembled, stored, connected and ready for
the next round of purchases.  This time we made two lists, one for stuff
that was critical and one for stuff that was not.

I didn't like shopping on Friday night, too many people. I hated Saturday,
way too many people.  We returned the rental and stopped for a burger,
stuffed the Pacifica full to overflowing and headed out again.  I had just
dropped ten grand on stuff and 375K on the property.  Oh well, it was money
well spent, since we were now more or less secure and almost established.

Barney arranged for the trust fund to loan me the money for the house.  I
would need to pay it back with interest but only an interest rate relative
to some stable investment, like term deposits.  They pay shit for those.  I
would just start sending money from off shore to the trust fund, again at
just under 10 grand a month. That is like making 8 payments a month.

Andy and I would need to lose these southern accents as soon as possible.
For kids his age it is relatively easy but for us adults, it takes work and
thought.  The Oklahoma accent is less extreme than the Gulf Coast, but I
could probably do it with just a bit of effort.

In a small place like Amherst, word gets around fast.  I had no idea how
fast until we went to a local eating place, for an early Sunday dinner.  It
seemed like everyone knew our names and that we were new in town.  These
people are accustomed to tourists, so strangers are not strange.  New
residents however, are more unusual.  One of the servers, a pleasant
looking youngish woman, asked if we were related to the Makis that live
south of town.  I told her no but we had distant relatives in Northern
Michigan and in Ontario.  "Oh", was the reply.  I am sure we do.  I am sure
we are related to some of the Makis in this area too.  It is just very
distantly, that's all.

When we got home I read my email.  The only person I get email from is
Barney.  He told me all of Andy's school records were sent by FedX to the
school and they would have them in the morning.  Somehow he was able to get
his actual grades put on a Jackson Elementary school letterhead and showed
real teachers names, just not ones he actually had.  Andy read it over so
he knew what school he had attended and who his last couple of teachers
were.  He already knew how he did in the various subjects.  He even had
Andy's Iowa fourth grade test scores.  They were okay.  Not impressive but
okay.

I figured he never got much help at home.  I didn't know much about his
mother.  I guess I knew nothing about her, except what Andy told me.  I
just assumed she didn't have much time or perhaps much education herself.
Well that was going to change.  I am quite bright.  Perhaps not ever very
motivated in school but bright, never the less.  I have no idea what her
expectations were but I know mine are quite high.  The kid is quick, I
could see that.

We snuggled in bed, having laid out his school clothes, book bag and other
stuff.  God I love the feeling of his smooth skin against mine.  That is
when I noticed he had gotten clingy again.  He clamped on me and just would
not let go.  Not that I wanted him to but he and I had reached a kind of
space sharing arrangement in the motel.  Now he was back in the lay on
Matias mode, press yourself as tight to him as you can.  I guess he is just
a bit nervous about going to a new school and meeting new kids.  He never
talked much about his friends back home.  I just assumed he had them, but
maybe he didn't.  Maybe the concern he showed when he saw pictures of his
school, in a rubble pile, were just general empathy for other children,
ones he knew but not friends.

"Hay little brother, are you all right?"

"Ya, I guess."

"That does not sound very positive."

"Uh, well, it is I guess, I mean, sure I'm a little nervous and just a bit
scared. I don't know anyone and what if they make fun of my accent?"

"That is a possibility.  If someone were to say, Andy you talk funny, you
know. Just reply, so do you and giggle or smile.  That will disarm them."

"You think."

"I am sure of it.  Look, just go in with a smile on your face.  Be willing
to accept them as you find them.  Admit when you don't know something, they
will respond, you will see."

"I guess you're right.  I just never went to a new school before.  That old
place was small enough that you knew just about everyone.  I know in
Jackson I wouldn't have known everyone.  What if the 8th graders start to
push me around?"

"Just stand up for yourself and remember what the principal said about
bullying and you can call me for backup 24/7."

"I love you Matias, I mean it. I love you more than anything."

"I love you too Andy, more than anything.  You're the best thing that ever
came into my life and I'm not letting anything or anybody hurt you or take
you out of it."

He started to cry a bit and I started to kiss his tears way.  When I licked
them he started to giggle.  I guess he will be okay but he still was not
about to let me go.  I didn't really want him to either.

We got up early and I made him a good breakfast and packed him a lunch.  I
still can't believe how much he eats.  Andy had some money to buy a drink
and a snack if he wanted.  We checked his pack: gym strip, shoes, notebook,
paper, pens and pencils, calculator, cell phone, his physician's report.

The bus was to pick him up about 8:40 am.  It is a bit of a hike to the
road.  I walked with him.  When we got to the road we could see a couple of
other kids about two blocks away.  I thought that is good.  Maybe there is
a playmate or two in the area.  The bus pulled up and the door opened, the
driver called out, "Are you Andy?"

Andy nodded and bounded up the stairs.  The driver gave me a nod and closed
the door.  He moved the two blocks and picked up the others.  I had wanted
to kiss Andy good by but figured I had better not.  There were already
other kids on the bus.  I didn't want to embarrass the lad, after all he is
12.  After all he has been through and seen more than most 12 year olds.
More than any 12 year old should ever have too.

I am a bit confused about it myself.  I had never needed anybody, and I
didn't much care for or about anybody.  Maybe a reaction to my family's
recent demise.  Anyway I never thought I would fall for the kid like I
have.  I just figured we would use each other and keep an eye on each
other.  I never figured I would fall in love with him.  I guess that is how
parents feel about their children.  Not the sexual feeling, I don't mean
that.  All I know is, where Andy is concerned I love him like a parent.  I
love him as a lover too.  I think he feels the same about me.  This gay or
perhaps bisexual, amoral, introverted, lone wolf was hit by a truck called
Andy.

I puttered around the place for a while getting bored and lonely.  Instead
of eating in I went into town and began making acquaintances.  I decided to
let my appearance take some changes, like a beard and longer hair.  I got
us library cards and applied for a Wisconsin drivers license.  I purchased
a bike rack for the car and two nice mountain bikes.  Getting home just
before Andy, I parked by the main road to wait.  He bounded off the school
bus with the biggest smile imaginable.  I guess he liked his first day in
the new school.  Perhaps it was the bikes on the roof rack.  Maybe the
combination.  He jumped in the car and kissed me several times.  I have
never seen him so excited before.  I didn't really know him all that well
either.

It turned out he made several new friends, one was the boy named Dennis
that lives about a half mile away.

He also was thrilled about the bike.  I guess he never had his own bike
before and it is blue, his favorite color.

We rode them for a couple of miles into the country just to see what the
place looked like.  After dinner he pulled out a pile of homework and got
right to it.  I was impressed that I didn't even have to encourage it.  He
needed help with his math but just an explanation or two and he had one
huge pile of reading to do.  I was impressed with the quality of the text
books, they seemed very well done.

While he studied I spent some time on the internet getting stock
information sent to my box number.  What I discovered was lots of locals
show up at the post office around 11 and then one of the diners for coffee,
lunch and conversation.  If I was playing the part of a day trader, I
needed to establish credibility.  Not only that, I did need something to
do.  I was not sure if stock and commodity trading was my bag or what my
bag was.  I had better find it.

We soon settled into a routine: up early, school, post office, meet the
bus, wind down and chores, dinner, homework and entertainment, sex and
sleep.  That is not the only sex of course, for we often had sex after
school and sometimes in the morning.  I found Andy did not like clothes any
more than I do. We would often strip to our undies once inside the house.

I noticed he was paying lots of attention to the young men, on the few gay
porn sites I subscribed to.  I would often see him posing before the full
length mirrors that seemed to be everywhere in this place.  Most of the
closets have sliding or folding mirrored doors.  I guess we kind of put on
a show for each other.  He liked the girls too but I think more from a
curiosity than sexual stimulation.  Maybe that is just my wishful thinking.

It brings to mind the Brian Adams song (I Wanna Be) Your Underwear (1997).
It may be old but I think it expresses my feeling about him and I think his
about me too. He just looks so good in those tight little briefs.

I began spending lots of time reading up and learning about making money in
the stock and commodity markets, that and being "Mister Mom".  I tried to
do as much reading as possible while Andy was chained to his homework.  I
thought I was setting a good example and being fair, if he had to work, so
did I, so he wouldn't feel that he wasn't missing out.

I had some fun as well helping him with things like math.  They are
beginning to get into simple algebra and he was becoming just a bit
confused.  I remembered how I got the hang of it and made some fun out of
the process.  He already knew how to use simple formulas like area equals
length times width or circumference equals pi times the diameter.  I showed
him how to rewrite them into algebraic expressions and solve for the
unknown but by applying real examples he could relate to.  We started with
circumference i.e. c=Ïd.  He remembered Ï=3.14.  It may be built into
his calculator but I made him memorize it anyway.  Now I had him get the
tape measure.  When he came back I told him his task was to calculate the
diameter of my erection at it's widest point.

Andy just started to laugh but I told him, I was serious.  Pointing him to
my massive swelling in the pouch of my white thong.  He reached in and
extracted the now very engorged object of his sexual desire.

"But the diameter is to hard to measure at the widest point since that
point is not on the end," he stated.  All the while he was examining my
erection, which, if it wasn't before, was now as large as it could possible
be.

"Okay," I said, "let's see what we know and what we can measure how about
using the tape and finding the total length and the circumference at the
widest point."

 "Ok," he responded with a smile that would melt the coming snows.

"Do it in metric, the numbers are so much bigger."

"Yah um, length is 20.57 cm," giggle, giggle.  I wrote it down.
"Circumference is 12.23 cm.  You are right, it is much more impressive in
metric," giggle, giggle.

Now write down the formula for circumference of a circle.  He wrote:
C=Ïd.  "I still don't see how we can get "d"?" he said.

"Now write the numbers into the formula that you already know."

He wrote 12.23=3.14d.

"Now," I said, "from the algebra we know that if C=Ïd and we divide both
sides of the equation by 3.14 we can isolate d on one side of the equal
sign or on one side of the equation, try it".

He wrote it 12.23/3.14=3.14d/3.14.  I showed him how to use brackets to
keep stuff separated even if they were not in the original formula being
often implied: (12.23/3.14)=(3.14/3.14)*(d).  He solved each side: 3.9=1d.

"Oh I see, 1 d is just d so d=3.9 cm."

"That's right and if you substitute that into the original formula and
solve for C you should get 12.23."  He did and he did.

"Wow Matte, that is awesome and fun too."

I think the fun part was fondling my penis but no matter.

"Now if you just look at C=Ïd, you can work the same thing, try it."

He wrote c/Ï=Ïd/Ï and crossed out the Ï's on the right side
leaving c/Ï=d.  And what if you know c and d but can't remember Ï?

"Same thing: c/d=Ï."

"I think you have it now, let's see what we can do with the length..?"

Not only is it fun to learn but by the time we finished he demonstrated his
ability to deep throat all 20.57 cm (8.1 inches for you metrically
challenged).  God is the kid good.  God am I glad he is too.  I have no
idea how I taught him to take the thing full into his throat and literally
milk it using only his throat muscles but he sure knows how now.

I tried to work in the yard, a little each day, to keep in shape and to
keep my mind from getting over taxed, from the reading I was so heavily
into.  The air was getting nippy and by thanksgiving it was cool by local
standards and cold by mine. The fall color had passed and we were spending
a lot of time inside.  Andy had several boys he played with.  Often they
would all gather here, we had the toys, no mom to complain when they used
poor language or wanted to run around half naked. Hell they could run
around all naked, as far as I was concerned.  We took weekend day trips to
see stuff and just relax.

I was getting well into this trading thing. After reading several books and
tons of stuff on the net. I began charting and modeling a number of stocks.
The charts come right off the net, so I could just build up some files and
update.  I did my research and selected a few to follow, pretending to
invest.  I was running about 62% on my pretend portfolio.  I also decided
day trading was not my bag but short and medium term stuff was more to my
liking, time and information base.  I also started to try and understand
economic indicators and how they influenced prices and even dividends.

I had 15 stocks and 9 were winners, 2 losers and 4 did nothing.  I
pretended to invest 10K in each. After 60 days I analyzed what I had right,
what I had done wrong and what I should have done to maximize my return, as
some had peaked during the period and were settling back by the end.  I
next took on futures and derivatives as well as a new pretend portfolio.
Doing the same thing.  I figured I would be ready to work with real money
starting in January.

I registered for several courses at UWSP.  The spring semester begins
toward the end of January.  I would take introductory economics, English
and business math.  I figured three courses were enough for me to start
with.  Having been out of school for almost 5 years I had forgotten how to
study, as if I ever knew.

Just before Thanksgiving, one of the regulars at the coffee shop, asked me
for some stock recommendations.  I did not want to give any but I figured I
needed to say something.  I asked what his investing philosophy was.  It
turned out he was looking for some kind of steady but not spatular growth
and a mix of dividends and price growth, with minimal risk.

I suggested several of the stocks in my original test portfolio that were
still solid performers.  I had noticed that several analysts had them on
their buy lists, so I felt comfortable.

After Thanksgiving I took the car into the nearest Jeep dealer and made a
trade deal, to lease a Grand Cherokee, complete with a big V8 engine.  The
dealer didn't like the idea of taking back a car, leased by another dealer,
all be it one from another state, but when I wrote out a check for the
balance, after trade in and was willing to take the one he had on the lot,
a deal was struck.  I figured if I was traveling back and forth in the
winter, it was just a good idea.

Andy's test results came back and the physician's concerns were mostly
confirmed. Andy was precocious.  He told me that was to mean: Idiopathic
True Central Precocious Puberty (CPP) needs to be looked at very carefully.
In boys with normal puberty, the first sign of sexual maturation
(i.e. testicular enlargement, Tanner stage 2) appears at age 11.7 ±
1.3 yr.; Tanner stage 3 is reached at age 13.2 ± 0.8 yr.  The
transition from Tanner stage 2 to 3 takes 1.5 yr., and the duration of the
whole course of puberty is 3.5--4.0 yr.  Precocious puberty in boys is
defined as the appearance of pubertal signs before age 9 yr.  As precocious
puberty may be complicated by significant psycho social problems and may
compromise final height (FHt), gonadotropin-suppressive therapy is
recommended.  His and his advisor's experience has shown, that in boys with
true CPP, as in some affected girls, the rate of pubertal development is
slow and attenuated, and puberty is completed close to normal age.  By
contrast, there are children in whom puberty appears early within the
physiological age range and progresses at an accelerated rate, leading to a
state of sexual precocity for age.

In Andy's case he started just a bit early but it was going very slowly
after an initial good beginning.  It has stalled.  If he is to reach what
would be a target range for his final height he would need a little help,
mostly with growth hormones and just enough additional testosterone, to
keep it ahead of the natural estrogen his body produces.

I didn't know that men produced estrogen but the Doc assured me we do and
that women produce testosterone too.  It is just not in the same ratio
between the sexes and when men reach a balance they stop growing.  Okay,
that makes sense I guess.  Anyway he would start Andy on a regular regimen.
Regular blood tests would be required to monitor progress and if his
natural systems cuts back in we would drop off the meds.

The side effects to look for were increased tendency to pimples, which he
could also treat if needed and possibly an increase in sexual drive, which
Andy would just have to learn to control.  I didn't tell him I would see
that was dealt with but having given him a very complete physical, this
time, including a prostate examination, I think he already figured some
adult was doing that already.  Although he didn't say anything, he sure
smiled when he mentioned the increased libido.

Andy didn't like the idea of shots but he liked the idea of being small
even less.  When we got home I looked it up on the web.  I was now even
more confused than before.  I guess we will just have to trust
Dr. Strommer's judgment.  Usually they try to slow down the early phases of
puberty so it can be stretched out.  That Andy and I understood but in his
case it appears to have started early and stalled.  So they will make sure
and kick start it if necessary.  Right now no shots are needed.

He wants Andy to ingest some natural sourced anabolic-androgen tablets, a
couple of times a day.  Given his body weight, this should do the job and
be safe.  He still needs to be tested every other week.

Since we had no plans to use the three cottages this winter, I had the
plumbers come out and drain the water lines and we turned off the electric
and propane to them.  I also arranged for a contractor to come and plow the
driveway out after each snow fall and deliver a load of fireplace wood.  We
had the thing, I thought we might as well put it to use.

Andy's grades at the first reporting period were solid but not outstanding.
He was nicely in the middle of the class.  We talked about it and he
thought by the midterm he would be up a full letter grade level.