Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 22:33:09 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation 3

This is the third chapter of this story.  All characters, places,
etc. are completely fictional.  The story involves sex between
consenting men and boys.  If this offends you please leave. 
Nothing here is meant to encourage breaking any local laws.
Copyright 1998
                        Arkansas Vacation:  Part 3
                              Vacation's Over
                                 by Sid G.

     Except for pit stops I drove straight through to the Tasty
Buns restaurant.  We made it right before the supper crowd
started rolling in.  There were hugs and kisses all around and
the rest of the Jorgenson clan made Shawn and Chris feel right at
home as we sat around a table in the rear of the restaurant.  For
the next couple of hours Daniel related his adventures in New
York City and New Jersey in agonizing detail.  Thank God he
hadn't brought a camera or we'd never have gotten done.  
     Oh, all right I was really pleased that he had a great time
with me and that despite his amazing maturity was still a small
town kid.
     "So Marc, how did everything go on your end?"  Elija
Jorgenson, Daniel's father, asked.
     "My boss understood and wished me well.  We both knew I was
never going to become a partner and the hotel business is really
hard to break into up there.  Some of my friends were jealous but
I reminded them they could come visit sunny Peckertown whenever
they wanted."
     "How about your sister?"
     "Surprised but accepting.  She hadn't heard of Peckertown so
I didn't fill in all the blanks, including Daniel's age."
     "Understandable, but in time you will and she'll accept it,"
Francis said.  "After all, who couldn't love one of my children."
     "True, very true."  I leaned over and kissed Daniel's cheek.
     "How sweet," Benjy drawled.
     "Benjamin, be good and get going.  You have a show in thirty
minutes,"  Elija said.
     "Yes father.  Welcome home guys, I missed you."  He came
around and hugged us both.  "And welcome you two, I'm sure you'll
like it down here."
     "Thanks Benjy," Shawn answered.  "We're looking forward to
working for your family."
     "You're hiring already Marc?"
     "Actually we both did father.  You've been saying we need
another waiter and Lars really wants the chance."  Daniel said.
     Elija nodded and held up one finger.
     Daniel took a long breath.  "If its all right with you I
want to stop working here and go to work in the new office with
Marc and learn that side of the business."
     "How do you feel about that?" Elija asked turning his head.
     "As long as he remember who's boss, at least in front of
others.  Besides, I can honestly say I don't like the idea of him
parading naked in front of strange men."
     "Hey, that's how we met."
     "Precisely."
     Elija laughed and held up a second finger.  "Welcome boys,
you'll stay at the inn tonight, move into the barracks tomorrow
and start working the day after."
     "Thanks Mr. Jorgenson, we'll work hard.  Don't worry about
that." Chris said.
     "As for you two slackers." Daniel's father put an envelope
on the table and pushed it over.  "Tonight you stay at the inn as
well and tomorrow you move into your new house.  Four bedrooms,
three baths, pool and some other extras.  Day after I want to sit
down with you Marc and discuss your plans."
     I opened the envelope and clutched the keys in my hand as I
unfolded the papers inside.  Daniel stood and looked over my
shoulder.  It was not quite a standard employment contract. 
Besides the usual salary and benefits it included a clause
calling for my immediate dismissal if I hurt Daniel in any way or
misused any of the boys in the family's employee.
     Daniel pointed out the final article.  At the end of four
years if Daniel and I are still together we get full and complete
joint ownership of the house.
     "Any questions Mr. Fogel?"  Mr. Jorgenson asked."
     "Just one.  Do you have a pen so I can sign this?"
     He handed me one and I signed it.
     "Now get going you four and get a good nights sleep.  You've
got a busy day tomorrow."

     As we drove over to the inn Daniel looked at the dashboard
clock.  "You in the mood for some ice cream Marc?"
     "Sounds good, gives us a chance to show Shawn and Chris some
of the sights."
     Lion's roar almost drowned out a voice from the back seat.
     "Uh, Marc, we don't have any money and you've done so much
for us already,"  Chris said shyly.
     "Hush up boy," Daniel drawled, "when you're with me you
don't worry about money, just having a good time.  Understand?"
     "Yes boss man," Shawn said, "I'm sure ya'll going to show us
a good time tonight."
     We pulled into the In Boy Inn's parking lot, checked the
boys into their room and walked down to the Big Lick ice cream
parlor.  Chris and Shawn walked just in front of us and I could
sense their amazement at all the boy flesh visible and available
for sale.  When we reached the door Chris turned and hugged me.
     "Thanks Marc, Dan, for everything.  I don't know if I could
do what those other boys are doing.  I mean I'll be able to
handle what comes with the job because its in a safe place but
this."  He shuddered and hugged me again.
     "I know my friend, its a hard life and not for everyone. 
Now lets go in and have some ice cream to celebrate your
arrival."  I said as I returned the hug.
     "Sure, thanks."  He looked up at me as he broke and I
brushed a tear from his eye.  Shawn put his arm around Chris and
they followed us in.
     Big Sol, the owner, came over as we entered.  "Welcome back
guys.  Aaron called and told me you were coming.  Your table by
the stage is waiting for you.  And I see what he meant about
watching out for your new employees."
     Daniel waved at people as we walked to the table and I
recognized a few familiar faces too.  People I figured I'd be
getting to know better as I settled in.
     "Marc, I didn't say a word to Aaron.  I swear."
     "I did, you just suggested it before I could."
     Right after we got our ice cream the lights dimmed and Big
Sol walked up on stage.  "Gentleman, I've finally stopped saying
and ladies,"  the crowd roared as usual, "tonight is a special
show.  The stars of our show, The Olson Triplets, have been
entertaining you for a while now.  Today is their thirteenth
birthday and to celebrate they've brought a special guest star
into their act.
     "Boys, come on out and strut your stuff."
     As the music of the Backdoor Boys biggest hit, "Come in me,
Come on you" started Lance, Richie and Bobbie ran onto the stage
and waved to the audience.  Richie and Bobbie grabbed Lance and
while Richie sucked his cock Bobbie rimmed his ass.  
     Now you've got to understand this, a Bobbie rim job is not
your ordinary asshole licking or even little insertion.  Do you
remember that guy in the rock group KISS with that incredibly
long tongue?  Well the two must share some genes because Bobbie's
tongue is incredibly long.  He held it out straight, curled it
and slowly inserted it up Lances hole and literally and truly
tongue fucked him.
     The song ended and "Mmmbop" took its place.  One of the
spots swung to the left and bopping onto the stage came a younger
version of the triplets.
     "Friends," Lance said, "give a warm welcome to our younger
brother, he's ten, he's queer as can be, and the newest member of
our act.  Here's Frankie."
     Once again I prayed that Big Sol had his proofs of age and
parental consents in order as the youth strutted back and forth
on the stage, gyrating his hips and fondling his breasts and
balls.  About 4'6", 80 pounds, shoulder length brown hair, deep
blue eyes and without a bit of hair on his body.
     Frankie slapped Richie's ass and they switched places. 
Lance's cock was hard and glistening with saliva and younger
brother slowly swallowed it down to the balls.  He slowly sucked
on the boy cock, pulling almost all the way off and then back in. 
Richie went around and played with Bobbie's cock for a bit and
then went behind his baby brother.
     Richie stuck first one, then two and then three fingers up
Frankie's ass and twisted them around.  For a minute I thought he
was going to fist fuck him but he pulled out and rammed his rod
up the tight, prepubescent asshole.  Bobbie stood up and rammed
his raging hard on into Lance's ass.  This daisy chain kept going
for ten very hot minutes.  
     Lance came first, shooting his load into Frankie's mouth and
we watched the cum drip out of the boy's smiling lips.  When
Lance was finished Richie pulled out and shot all over Frankie's
back, coating it from the base of the neck to the ass.  Finally
it was Bobbies turn.  He pulled out and pushed Lance's back till
it was flat to the ground.  The first shot flew over Lance and
landed on Frankie's hair.
     Daniel and I led a standing ovation for a fantastic show. 
When they came into the audience after the show Lance led Frankie
to our table and sat him on my lap.  "Watch him for us guys, I
don't want any of these guys getting their hands on him."
     I gave Lance a quick kiss on the cheek.  "No problem, come
back when your finished."  I felt the tiny naked butt wriggling
around on my ass.  It wouldn't take much of that before I'd shoot
my load.
     After a half hour or so the triplets returned.  Hands full
of money.  Lance was the last to arrive.
     "Thanks baby brother, we had a good birthday because of
you."
     "Great, now can we have that party you promised?"
     "Oh, with my friends back in town I think we can have a
better party than we'd planned."
     Frankie started bouncing up and down on my lap again and I
caught him in mid-bounce.  "Settle down boy or I'll waste a
load."
     He turned and inserted his tongue into my lips.  "We
wouldn't want that," he said a minute later.
     "Want to move the party to the inn?" Daniel asked.
     "Not like the last one," Richie said.
     "Just the eight of us, OK?"
     "We'll lock the money up and be back in a second."
     When the triplets emerged they were wearing t-shirts and
flip flops.  I looked at Lance who only wore clothing in bad
weather and he nodded at Frankie while he handed the little boy
his clothes.
     As we walked back to the inn I felt like the luckiest man
alive.  I was with the love of my life in a place where loving
and having sex with a fourteen year old boy was accepted.  And
the two of us were going to party with six other boys ranging
from ten to thirteen.
     
     Back in the room the Olsons had their shirts off before I
had closed the door.  I called down for room service and ordered
beer, soda and chips.  By the time I hung up all seven boys were
naked and on the king sized bed.  It was impossible to match a
given limb with its mate, much less its owner.  I stripped and I
debated between joining and watching.  
     I was still thinking it over when there was a knock on the
door.  Opening it I found myself gazing into the eyes of a
luscious redhead dressed only in a loin cloth with the I-B-I
logo.  "Your order sir.  Where would you like it?"
     "On the dresser, what's your name?"
     "Bruce sir.  Is there anything else I can do for you?"
     "Call downstairs and tell them you're needed up here to
serve."
     As he picked up the phone I pulled the Velcro strip and
watched it fall revealing a tight, firm ass.  He hung up, turned
revealing an eight inch long, three inches thick hunk of boy
meat.
     "Bring me a beer and one for yourself Bruce."
     He brought the two drinks and sat on my lap.  I played with
his cock as mine swelled against his buns.  His free hand found
my nipples and played with them as we watched the others.  
     All the boys but Frankie were sitting in a row on the bed. 
Frankie was going up the row sucking on each cock for a couple of
minutes and then moving to the next.  When he reached the end of
the bed he ran around to the other side and started over again.  
     Shawn turned to Bobbie, "Your younger brother's hot but that
tongue fucking you did looked so cool.  Will you do me?"
     Bobbie licked Shawn's face.  "First my tongue then my cock?"
     "Cool."
     The two got off the bed and went by the full length mirror
on the closet door.  Shawn spread his legs and bent over and
grabbed his ankles.  Bobbie knelt down and rubbed the newcomers
cheeks, smelling them, licking them, kissing them.  Finally he
spread them apart and let the full length of his tongue come out. 
After moistening Shawn's crack he started tongue fucking the boy.
     Back on the bed Lance and Daniel were in the middle of a hot
69.  Frankie was sucking off Richie while being fucked by Chris.
     I looked down at the solid piece of meat in my hand, kissed
Bruce and said, "Fuck me boy."
     He got off my lap, pulled me up by my cock and found an
empty space on the floor.  "On your back sir and put your legs on
my shoulders."
     Bruce shoved three fingers up my hole and twisted to loosen
me up.  After a couple of minutes he pulled out and before my
sphincter could react refilled it with his man sized cock. 
Filled it to the hilt.  His head was well past my prostrate and I
swear it was pressing against my ball sacks.  From the inside!  
     Over by the mirror Bobbie pulled his tongue out of Shawn's
ass and replaced it with his rod.  On the bed Richie had moved
behind Chris and was fucking him while Chris continued fucking
Frankie.
     Bruce was as turned on by all this action as I was and
started fucking my butt harder and faster every minute.  Chris
was the first to come which brought off Richie.  As soon as they
had broken the chain I called Frankie over.
     "Sit on my face and let me rim you."
     "Yeah man, and then I'll sit on your cock."
     "That's the idea little one."
     I know I've told you before about the wonderful taste of
young boys cocks, balls, etc.  There is something different,
special, to the taste of a ten year old's.  A scent that hasn't
been altered by puberty and the hormonal changes it brings. 
Frankie's, cum filled as it was, still had it and his ass tasted
good.  So good that I squeezed mine over and over bringing Bruce
over the edge, filling my ass with cum.
     When Bruce pulled out Frankie squealed, "Goodie, its my turn
for a man cock."
     I lowered my legs and my cock stood up straight.  "Its all
yours Frankie."
     He sucked on it for a couple of minutes and then squatted
over it facing me.  Slowly he lowered himself, taking all my
manhood inside.  When I felt his ass on my bush I let out a moan
and he started slowly rising and lowering himself over and over. 
It didn't take long before I was filling that beautiful boy ass
with sperm.
     The nine of us ended up in different combinations for the
next couple of hours until we finally drifted off to sleep.

     When everybody finally woke that morning Daniel and I sent
them to Shawn's and Chris's room to shower and dress.  When the
door closed my lover and I were alone for the first time in a
couple of days.  I locked the door and lay back on the bed next
to him and drew him into my arms.
     Our lips met and held for a long luxurious kiss.  Hands
gently touching loving bodies.
     "Welcome to Peckertown," Daniel said.
     "It's great to be here."
     I thought I caught something in his eyes but it was gone and
I started to let it slide.
     "It's great to be here, there or anywhere with you.  And you
alone."
     "Mean it?"
     I looked into his eyes and remembered that despite
everything else I was still dealing with a teen and how fragile
that psyche could be.  "I mean it with all my heart.  Four years
from today we will own our house.  Promise."
     "I'll be eighteen then."
     "And I'll be fifty-two and there will still be a thirty-four
year difference in our ages.  But you know something?"
     "What?"  He said with a smile.
     "It won't make any more of a difference to our love than it
does today."
     "Not in four years or forty."
     The ensuing kiss was passionate and when we broke I brought
Daniel into my arms and rested his head on my chest.  "I know we
both had a good time last night and we said that it was all right
to have sex with others as long as it wasn't in our house but did
it bother you at all Daniel?"
     "Man, what a run on sentence."  We both giggled and then
silence returned.  "Yes and no.  I haven't changed my mind about
having an open relationship but somehow watching that boy fucking
you bothered me."
     "I understand.  When it was you and Lance it didn't really
bother me but watching all the different combos wasn't always
fun."
     "So no more orgies?"
     "At least not with both of us together unless we agree
before hand."
     "Deal, now lets get dressed and move into our new home."
     "Yes honey."

     After showering and dressing we got in the car and I pulled
out the envelope with the house keys.  "174 Davis St.  I presume
you know where it is."
     "174 Davis St!  How'd dad get his hands on that one?"
     "I don't know but it sounds special.  Give me directions and
tell me about it while we drive over."
     "OK, make a left out of the driveway, make a right at Ron's
Corner Store go down two blocks make a right onto Davis and its
the fourth or fifth house on the left."
     I repeated the directions and Daniel nodded.  "OK, you seem
to know the house well.  Why?"
     "We're moving into the home of the Right Reverend Joshua
Erikson, former minister of the First Southern Baptist Church of
Peckertown.  Also the former home of Cody Erikson who made 3rd
team All-State in soccer as an eighth grader last year."
     "That's where the story begins I guess."
     "Ends.  Reverend Erikson was one of the leaders of the fight
against the law.  The only concession they got out of Little Rock
was a local option where a city could vote on keeping the sex
industry out.  Well he talked the city council into putting it on
the ballot but by election time the boys and boy-lovers had
started coming and it lost by a wide margin."
     "Thank God."
     "Not quite what Fire & Brimstone Joshua had to say.  He
pulled up stakes and with as many of his followers as he could
get moved to Alabama.  He got plenty of offers for the house but
vowed it would stay empty rather than be lived in by sin."
     "Guess he changed his mind."
     "Guess so, but this is where it gets interesting.  As I said
this was a good Christian family and Rev. Erikson had taught his
four boys and two girls that charity begins at home and to help
those less fortunate than themselves."
     "And that brings us back to Cody."
     Daniel nodded.  "The boys had started arriving and Cody met
one of them, Justin.  Fourteen then too but looked younger and
really innocent.  He'd been thrown out of his home and drifted
down here.  Cody started talking with him, sneaking him food and
then a couple of nights before they were to move he invited
Justin to spend the night.  Cody and Justin were talking, or so
he claimed, when the Reverend  came in and caught them in bed
together."
     "Don't tell me, I can hear him clear enough."
     "Your right, he kicked Cody out of the house and left him
behind." 
     "What did he end up doing?"
     "Last I heard they're working at a bar right outside of
town.  He dropped out of sight like he'd gone with his family."
     "Shame."  
     With that we pulled up in front of the house and it was
impressive.  Large, two stories with a railed in porch.  Fresh
coat of paint, newly mowed. 
     "Dad really went all out, The Reverend let it get rundown
once they moved out."  We sat for a couple of minutes until
Daniel got out of the car and stretched.  I followed suit and he
turned and looked over the top.  
     Smiled.  
     Shook his hair.  
     And let out his Lion roar.

     On the front door was the notice that explained one mystery. 
The Reverend had stopped paying his mortgage and property taxes
so it had sold in a Sheriff's sale while we were gone.  I
unlocked the door and Daniel walked in first.  The house, no, our
new home was spotless, freshly painted and carpeted.
     "I know things are cheaper here than in New Jersey but this
must have cost your father a fortune."
     "As you'll discover he's worth a big one.  Unlike some of my
friends we never worried about having enough anything and could
always invite them over when things were tight at their homes."
     "I guess you were raised in a proper Christian home too."
     "Regular Baptist, not Southern.  We still go fairly
regularly."
     "Maybe I'll join you."
     "I'd like that.  But lets see the rest of the house."
     I wondered why I'd brought anything besides clothes and
personal mementos from New Jersey.  The house was furnished
beautifully but simply.  Lots of room for our own touches.
     Speaking of rooms there were king size beds in each of the
four bedrooms.  But as we opened closets we saw they'd put
Daniel's clothes in one bedroom and mine in the master.
     "My parents don't really think?"
     "No, but I like that they don't take it for granted that
we're going to share the bed.  It also says, 'we aren't going to
ask and don't want you to tell."
     Daniel put his arm around my waist.  "I never kiss and tell
anyway."
     "Uh Huh.  Let's get the stuff in from the car and then check
out the pool."
     It took us two hours to get everything in and put away.  We
also found the real reason the Jorgenson's had put Daniel's
clothes in the other room.  The closets and dressers in the
master bedroom weren't big enough to hold both of our stuff.
     We were drinking sodas we'd found in the fridge when the
door bell rang.  I opened it cautiously only to find an older
lady holding a steaming pie.  She reminded me of the neighbor I'd
left behind.
     "Hi there, I'm Mrs. Maple Thorpe and I live next door."  She
pointed to the right.  "I was so glad they finally sold this
house and fixed it up so nice.  It'd become such an eyesore. 
Well, I know you must be busy but I baked you a pie, you know as
a welcome to the neighborhood present.  I'll just leave it with
you and hope to see you around."
     "Nonsense Mrs. Thorpe, come on in and have a soda with us. 
We don't have any coffee in the house yet."
     She was past us and looking all around on the way to the
kitchen before we could close the door.  "You know me and Mrs.
Erikson were really close.  It was a sad day when they moved
away, I mean they wanted me to go to Alabama with them but I've
lived here all my life and Mr. Thorpe's buried in the church yard
so I wanted to stay near him.  And its just Maple, you hear?  Is
it just the two of you?"  She finished as she got three plates
down from the cabinet.
     "Yes," I said, "I'm Marc Fogel and this is Daniel Jorgenson. 
We'll be living here together."
     "Elija and Francis's boy?"
     "Second son ma'am.  Mr. Fogel's going to be our business
manager and I'm going to be his assistant."
     Maple didn't even blink.  "So good you're going to learn a
trade.  Not like so many of these poor boys.  Don't get me wrong
I don't mind them being here or any of what they do but I used to
be a school teacher here and most of these boys don't have any
education worth talking about."
     No, that wasn't the end of her monologue but she'd gotten me
thinking and besides, her apple pie was delicious.  When she left
two hours later we knew everything about everybody on the block
and returned a very clean pie plate.
     "I guess we have time to check out the backyard before Mrs.
Belami from across the street comes along with her pie and
version," I said.
     Daniel smiled and deepened his drawl two more levels. 
"Ya'll behave now boy.  This is The South and we take our
hospitality and neighborliness seriously.  Besides, if Maple and
evil ol' Mrs. Belami want to ply us with pies and gossip I don't
mind if the pie's that good."
     "Ya'll got a point there," I responded in my best fake
accent.  "Now lets check out the back."
     The yard was enclosed by a ten foot high solid fence and
stretched back about a hundred yards.  The in-ground pool was
about twenty yards from the end of the porch and at least twenty-
five yards long.  "Is the fence new?"  I asked while I took it
all in.
     "No, the Reverend, like most people around here, was of the
good fences make good neighbors way of thinking.  He just took it
a little higher than most."
     I took his hand and we walked down to the pool.  It was full
of sun heated water with a half dozen lounge chairs around the
side.  I pulled my young love close to me and kissed him gently
on the lips.
     "Lion, this is so much more than I ever expected when I came
down here on vacation.  To find you, your family, the job and
house of my dreams.  Much more than I ever dreamt."
     He bit my nipple.
     "Youch, I know its not a dream.  I could never dream you
up."
     "You're what I was looking for too Marc.  I didn't want to
settle down with someone like Lance or Billy Ray.  Nice kids and
I love them but they're just boys and I wanted, needed somebody
more mature who could appreciate me for more than my body and I
didn't think was a gold digger."
     We embraced and kissed long and passionately.  I'd love to
tell you what happened next, but I think there's something
private about the first time you and your lover have sex in your
new home.  Suffice it to say we ended up floating naked in the
pool.  Very tired and very happy.

     The next morning we crawled out of our bed, showered and
padded down to the kitchen.  We investigated cupboards and found
some corn flakes and bread to go with the milk and butter in the
refrigerator.
     I looked across the table and saw the boy I had fallen in
love with.  Lion was sitting there running his fingers through
his long black hair, occasionally shaking it out of his eyes.  As
I'd thought our first night a true, natural beauty.  Inside and
out.
     Our eyes met and his smile grew a little.  "Happy?"  He
asked.
     "Oh yes, very happy."
     A bigger smile.
     "You've got to get to work.  My dad does most of the office
work before the lunch crowd and he'll expect you by eleven."
     "I'll call and set up a time while you clean up the kitchen. 
What I'd like to do is drive around and see the various
properties I don't know about and the closed hotel by the slave
barracks."
     "One, we never use the word slave outside of the club or
when dealing with the boys who work there."
     "Understood."
     "Secondly, how did you know there was more that you hadn't
seen."
     "In the old South land meant wealth and vice-versa.  I just
figured that you own some of these buildings and just rent them
out."
     "Uncle Ezekiel, who owns the bank, actually has most of
those investments.  Though you'll probably find some joint
ownerships when you get into that."
     "Are you sure you're just learning this end?"
     "Aaron was always the hands on type.  Kristen loves to cook
and Benjy.  Well Benjy is Benjy and has enough responsibilities
on his hands for a ten year old.  I've always been into numbers
and organizing.  This is truly a family business."
     "Now lets go run it."
     On the wall by the phone was a list of numbers and I dialed
the office.
     Upstairs I reached for my suit but stopped when Daniel asked
if I wanted to be laughed out of town.  I still took slacks and a
dress shirt but left the noose, I mean tie, and jacket home.  The
first place we went was a huge warehouse on the outskirts of town
by the Interstate.  There were a dozen company names over the
different doors, sixty cars in the lot and a third of the bays
had trucks backed in, including eighteen-wheelers.
     From there we got on the interstate for about five miles and
pulled into a truck stop.  Daniel pointed out its mate on the
other side of the highway and nodded.  Next exit was a strip mall
with a pizza place, supermarket and a couple of clothing stores.
     "This is purely a rental property and there's another one on
the other end of town," Daniel said, "let's head over to the
hotel.  It's the next exit."
     I pointed at a seedy restaurant on the other corner.
     "No, that's not ours.  I think that's where Cody works
though.  Come on, we don't have much time."
     I put my arm on his shoulder.
     "Next time, I promise.  OK Marc?"
     "Fine love.  Let's go."

     It was 10:50 when we arrived at the small office building
across the street from the Tasty Buns restaurant.  Daniel pointed
to a spot in front of the end office and we pulled in.
     "Yes, we own this one too.  I'm going across the street for
something to drink.  Come get me when your done."
     I waited till he was safely across the street.  OK, there
isn't much traffic but you always watch out for the one you love.
     The front door opened onto a maple paneled reception area
with one door in the back and a hallway leading off to the right. 
It was furnished with a matching desk which came with a pretty
young lady.
     "Welcome to Jorgenson Enterprises.  Can I help you?"  She
asked.
     "Hello, I'm Marc Fogel."
     She got up before I could continue and came around.  "It's a
pleasure to meet you Mr. Fogel.  I'm Margaret Jorgenson,
Ezekiel's daughter.  My aunt's had such nice things to say about
you."
     "It's a pleasure to meet you and call me Marc please.  I'm
sure we're going to work well together."
     "I'm looking forward to it.  Is it true Daniel's coming to
this side to work too?"
     "Yes, I hope that's not a problem."
     "Not now, don't tell him I told you but when he was younger
he had such a crush on me it was embarrassing.  Now before I keep
talking Elija is waiting for you."  She glanced at the
switchboard.  "Go on in he's not talking to anybody."
     "Thanks Margaret, see you later."
     I took a deep breath and reached for the knob and the door
opened.
     "Hi Marc, I see you've met Margaret.  Where's Daniel?"
     "Across the street, I guess he took your wanting to talk to
me literally."
     "Good, he's always been a good listener.  Now come on in and
lets talk."

     The "talk" lasted about two hours and ended only when
Kristen called that they needed him to help cook.  Without going
into details we were on the same page and he even agreed with my
thoughts about the shuttered hotel.
     
     Elija showed me my office and Daniel's smaller but adjoining
one down the hallway.  There was a small conference room and a
bathroom across the hall.  The three offices and conference room
were all decorated in light woods as well.
     As we walked back into the lobby the outer door opened and
two neatly dressed boys walked in.  Both gorgeous, about fourteen
and athletic.  One blonde with freckles on his nose and one with
long brown hair.  Definitely not whores or even newly arrived
runaways.  I looked at Elija and saw amazement in his eyes.
     He reached out his hand and took the blonde boy's hand. 
"Why as I live and breath its good to see you Cody.  Everything
work out all right after the auction?"
     "Hello Mr. Jorgenson.  Yes it did and I want to thank you
and your brother for arranging everything."
     "Well you deserve it.  How are you Justin?"
     "Fine sir," the brown haired boy mumbled.
     "Good, look why don't you come across the street and say
hello to everybody.  They'd love to see you."
     Cody fidgeted and glanced at Justin.  "Maybe another time
sir," Cody said.  "What we really came for is to make an
appointment and get some advice, maybe some help."
     "Sure boys, I can't right now since they need me across the
street.  Shoot, where are my manners.  This is Marc Fogel, my new
general manager.  Why don't you talk to him now and if he thinks
there's something to go with we'll take it from there."
     "Fine Mr. Jorgenson, thank you again," Cody said.
     "I'll see you later Marc," Elija said and winked.
     I led the boys to the conference room and we sat around the
table.  Margaret came in with a pad and pen for me as well as
three sodas.  
     To tell the truth I was feeling good.  Just starting and my
boss was showing some confidence in me.  All right the fact that
I had two cute boys across the table from me helped as well.
     "I'm glad to meet you Cody, Justin.  Daniel's told me a
little bit about you."
     Cody blushed a little and Justin glanced in his direction. 
"How is Daniel?"  Cody asked.
     "He's fine.  The two of us are living in your old house. 
Its quite a place."
     "Mr. Fogel, I think we should keep this professional,"
Justin said.
     "Fine, but please keep it Marc.  Now what's your idea?"
     "You may not know but after paying off the bank note and
taxes owed Cody cleared just over ten thousand dollars."
     "You got the money Cody?"
     A brief smile crossed his lips and it lit up his face. 
"Well since my family left the state and 'nobody knows where they
are' I was the only one legally available to receive it."
     "Good for you.  Please continue."
     "Thanks," Justin said, "for the last year we've been working
at this small bar outside of town right off the highway by the
mall."
     "I've seen it."
     "Well our boss, Mr. Granger, heard about the windfall and
offered to sell it to us.  Between the house money and what we've
saved we can swing the purchase but it would leave us with
nothing to fix up the place.  We'd like to make it into a sports
bar.  Get some satellite dishes and show the games on a few sets. 
Peckertown doesn't have anything like it and we think it'd work."
     "What kind of business does the place do now?"
     "Gets by I guess.  Its never packed, its mostly locals who
want a non-sex place." Cody answered.  "Its just been let go so
badly that nobody but regulars go there."
     "Look, I'll come out tonight and get a look at the place. 
Treat me like any other customer.  Then we'll talk again."
     "Thanks Marc, you'll see it can work."  Cody said.
     I thought for a moment.  "Look boys, you've got to keep this
secret but I've got an alternative for you.  You know the closed
Holiday Inn an exit up from your place."
     "Yes," Cody said, "they made Mr. Jorgenson close it after
the law changed."
     "Well we're talking about reopening it soon and there's room
for a restaurant and a separate bar.  I want you to think about
opening, lets see 'Cody's Sports Bar and Grill' there instead."
     "We'd run it the way we want to?"
     "We'll discuss things but I don't imagine there'd be any
real problems."
     "Don't take this the wrong way but we don't want another sex
place.  No nude busboys or sex shows."  Cody said.
     "Fine, as I said I'll see you tonight and we'll meet again
tomorrow morning at ten and you can tell me what you think and
what your plans are."
     Cody looked at Justin who nodded.  "Sounds good, but you
might want to dress a little more casual tonight."
     "Fine, I'll see you then."  We got up and shook hands.
     I escorted them out of the conference room only to find
Margaret gone and Daniel sitting behind the reception desk.
     The two teens stared at each other.  Justin and I
instinctively backed away.  
     Cody broke the silence.  "Good to see you Daniel.  How you
been?"
     "Fine, you?"  You could hear the anger.
     "OK, busy working."  Cody replied nervously.
     Daniel stood and walked around the desk.  "Too busy to come
and say hello to your best friend.  Oh that's right, you can't be
friends with a faggot, can you?  Willing to throw a lifetime of
being pals away because I'm gay."
     "Daniel, that's not fair."
     "Its the truth."
     "Yes, but that was before I met Justin, before my father
moved away."
     "If you've changed your mind why didn't you come see me?" 
Daniel's tone softened a little to bitter questioning.  I could
see tears beginning on both boys' cheeks.
     "Shame, shame on how my father treated this town.  Shame
over how I'd treated my best friend in the whole world."  Cody
closed the gap between him and Daniel.  "Forgive me Dan Dan, I'm
sorry about what I said, how I acted, everything.  Please."
     Daniel looked at Justin.  "Are you happy with Justin?"
     "Very."
     Daniel looked at me and I nodded.
     "I'm sorry too Cody.  I should have made an effort after
your family deserted you."  Daniel held out his hand and Cody
took it and they hugged.