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When the door finally closed and Andy saw the doctor for the first time, he started violently shaking his head and yelled, "Huh-uh, this ain't happenin'! She ain't lookin' at or touchin' my dick!"
"Andy! That's enough," I admonished the squirming boy. I turned to the doctor, "I'm sorry, Dr. Finney. He's not normally like this."
"That's quite all right, Mr. Sanders, is it? My name's Marcia. Do you mind if I use Max? I've found over the years patients and parents seem to feel a bit more comfortable when I use first names."
"Not at all. Young Mr. Squirmy here is Andy."
"Good morning, Andy, it's nice to meet you," she greeted, extending a hand, which I shook, but Andy ignored. "And what brings you to my office this afternoon?"
"Well, Andy has recently joined our family. He's noticed that his foreskin doesn't roll back completely like one of his brother's does. Since I lost mine many years ago, I'm not really in a position to know if there's a problem or not. That's the main reason we're here, but I think overall checkup would be a good idea."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. Fortunately, with newer research into the function of the nerves and mucosa of the foreskin, and better education of doctors, circumcision is on the decline, but there's still a long way to go."
"I obviously don't remember it and what's done is done."
"Well, let's get this young man up on the table here and see what makes him tick. Andy, would you join me over here, please?"
"I don't wanna'."
"Andy, look at me," I chided. When he turned his attention to me, I continued, "You know why we're here. You need to let Dr. Finney examine you so we can make sure there's no problems with your penis and foreskin. When I called to find a doctor for today, I was told that Dr. Finney is the best pediatrician in town."
"I don't care. She ain't lookin' at my di ... you know what." Dr. Finney started to say something but I held up my hand so I could continue.
"Think about this for a second, Andy. You've been swimming with Gramma Estelle, right, and you've been around Aunt Lee when you're nude, right? Did it bother you for them to see you that way?"
"Well, no, I guess not. But they wasn't touching me there, either, were they?"
"No, they weren't, but when you asked me to look at the problem and I touched you, did that bother you?"
He developed a grin and answered, "Well, no, but you're a guy and that's different." He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Besides, that felt kinda good." I barely controlled my snort of laughter before carrying on.
"But you still let me do it because you trusted me and you knew I wouldn't hurt you, right?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so," he muttered.
"That's all Dr. Finney wants to do. I trust her. And since I do, you can trust her, too, and I promise she won't hurt you. She needs to make sure you don't have any serious problems. And I'll be right here with you the whole time. Will you please be a brave boy and let her do her job?"
"I guess," he moped. He turned to the doctor and said, "Okay, let get his over with."
"Thank you, Andy. Why don't you let your dad lift you up on the table?"
"I can do it," he chirped, then he stepped up on the stool and hopped the rest of the way to the table.
"I can tell you like to run and jump, don't you?" she asked.
"Yep," Andy answered proudly.
She sat on the stool and looked up into his eyes so she knew he was focused on her. "Okay, Andy, before I do anything during your exam, I'm going to tell you about it, just so you're not surprised, okay? And I promise that nothing I do today will hurt you in any way. There's going to be some poking and prodding, but none of that will hurt a bit. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Good. I want to start by listening to you heart, lungs and bowels. I need you to lift your shirt up, or, if you think it's okay, you can just take it off." He didn't waste any time lifting the shirt off his shoulders, then peeling it over his head and tossing it to me. Marcia warmed her stethoscope in her hands and then moved it from spot to spot on his chest and back. "Everything sounds good here. Would you like to hear it, Andy?"
"Can I, really?"
"Sure, let's just slip these into your ears." She pulled the stethoscope from her own ears and gently placed them in Andy's. As soon as she put the other end on his chest, his eyes opened wide in fascination.
"Wow! That's really cool, lub-dub ... lub-dub ... lub-dub. I never heard my own heart before." He pulled the ends from ears, handed them back to Marcia and added, "Thanks, Doctor Finney."
"No problem, Andy, the more you know about your own body, the better care you can give it so it lasts a long time. Now, would you lay on your back so I can listen to your gut?"
"What's listenin' to my belly gonna tell you?"
"It'll let me know if everything moving through your digestive system properly."
"What's a `gestive system?" Andy asked.
"DI-gestive. Here, let me show you on this model." She removed the front panel of a model of a human torso that was sitting on the counter and proceeded to give Andy (and me) a three-minute tutorial on what happens to the food we eat. When she finished her explanation, she added, "And by listening to the sounds in your gut, I can make sure everything is moving through all that the way it should be." After he laid down, she placed the stethoscope in several places around his belly, listening intently. Andy giggled a couple of times and she commented, "Looks like you're a bit ticklish." He nodded his agreement and giggled again as she hit a new spot. "Okay, everything sounds good there, too. Do you ever have trouble going to the bathroom, Andy?"
"Um, no," he answered with a slight blush.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed about it, young man, everybody poops. In fact, there's even a book for little kids just learning to use the bathroom named, just that, `Everybody Poops'." She next pulled an instrument from its holder on the wall and said, "Okay, Andy, the next thing I'm going to do is look into your ears, nose, throat and eyes. I'm going to use this instrument, called an otoscope. It has a bright light and a magnifying glass so I can see into those dark places easier, okay?" A simple nod was his only response. She performed all those checks in about three minutes with the usual request to open wide and say `ahhh'. "See, that didn't hurt a bit, did it?" she asked as she tossed the scope's hood in the trash and replaced the device in its bracket.
"Nope," he replied, "except for the light in my eyes, but it wasn't too bad."
"Good. You're doing just great, Andy. Next, I need to feel around your neck and throat and under your arms to make sure your glands feel okay. You ready for that?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
She did her exam and, as I expected, when she started feeling under his arm, Andy started giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, my," she said, "you're really ticklish there, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded, "I hate when my brothers do that."
That part of the exam completed, it was time to move on. "Okay, next, I'm going to tap around your chest and belly to make sure I don't hear anything unusual. You ready?" Another quick nod and she proceeded. When she finished, she had Andy sit back up and commented, "You're looking and sounding as fit as a fiddle so far, Andy. Let's take a look at your hands and feet next." We waited a minute while he removed his shoes and socks and handed them to me. Once he was resettled, Marcia carefully checked both hands including the fingernails, then moved on to the feet, eliciting even more giggles from him. "I'd say everything there is in good shape, especially those ticklish little feet."
"Okay, Andy, next I need to check your reflexes."
"How you gonna do that? Try to scare me and see if I jump?"
After a short giggle, she replied, "No, I'm going to take this little rubber hammer right here and lightly tap special places on your arms and legs to see if they react the way they should."
"Cool, let's do it."
"Can you pull your pants legs above your knee so I can make sure I tap the right spot on your knee."
"Um, I don't think so, they kinda tight at the bottom."
"Well, the other option would be for you to go ahead and take them off. They'll have to come off in a few minutes, anyway."
The boy's eyes widened in surprise at that reminder. "Um, just a sec, I gotta talk to my dad." He hopped off the table and nervously came over to me. He leaned in and whispered, "Uh, dad, I got a problem."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I ain't wearin' no underwear," he hissed in my ear.
"And...?"
"Well, if I take my pants off, I'll be naked!" giving up all pretense with whispering.
"Yeah, and...?"
"You ain't helpin' me here, dad," he admonished me rather seriously, placing his hands on his hips.
"Andy, you're going to end up nude, anyway, so Dr. Finney can examine your foreskin, remember? What's the difference if it's now or five minutes from now?"
"Oh, yeah. Duh!" I couldn't help but chuckle. "But what if someone else comes in?"
I looked to Marcia and she responded, "Andy, all the people who work here know that when an exam room door is closed, they don't just walk in. They need to knock and wait for an answer. If someone does knock because they need me for something, I'll make sure to cover you up before I respond, okay?"
"See, Andy, the same rules we have at home, right? And maybe this idea will help you, too. We're nude most every evening and weekends at home, right? So, just think you're at home and watching a movie. You can close your eyes and imagine the movie in your mind. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah, I think so. Will you stand next to me and hold my hand?"
"You bet, buddy. Now, shuck off those pants so Dr. Finney can finish with us and go help some other kid, okay?"
Resigned to his fate, he mumbled, "Yeah, all right." He untied his sweats and let them drop to the floor around his ankles, then stepped out of them and handed them to me. As he did that, I could see a light pink tint of embarrassment flush his body from head to toe. I placed his clothes on the chair, then took his hand in mine and guided him back to the exam table. He was walking backwards and covering his crotch with his other hand. Since he was in no mood to climb onto the table this time, I slipped my hands into his armpits, hoisted him up and set him on the end, leaving his legs dangling. After wrapping his left hand in mine again, he closed his eyes and Marcia continued the exam.
"Okay, Andy, I need you to lay your right arm on your right leg and just let it relax." Without conscious thought, he took his right hand away from his crotch and laid his arm on his leg as she asked, leaving his left hand in mine. She proceeded to tap his arm in several locations, looking at the muscle reactions. When she finished with the right arm, she asked, "Okay, your dad and I are going to swap places so he can hold your right hand and I can check your left arm. Just lay your left arm on your leg like you did the other and we'll be good to go." Andy followed her instructions and she did the same to his left arm. "Excellent Andy, time to check your legs." After a quick check of his knee and ankle reflexes, it was time for the reason were here today.
"Okay, Andy, we're ready for your final check. Would you slide up the table and lie down for me, please?" Without opening his eyes, he did as requested and was soon stretched out and as ready as he would ever be. "Very good, Andy, thank you. Now, I need to touch your penis so I can see what's going on with your foreskin. It's very possible you will get an erection when I do. Do you know what an erection is?" A curt nod told her he did. "You don't have any reason to be embarrassed about that if it happens. It's a perfectly natural reaction that you have no control over. You ready?" Another quick nod of acceptance was his only response.
Dr. Finney slipped on a pair of gloves and began her exam. As soon as her fingers contacted his penis, Andy opened his eyes, giving up on the movie in his mind, and he watched her every move. She started by trying to roll the foreskin back to expose the glans. She discovered the same thing I did, that it just wouldn't stretch quite far enough, even when his penis was flaccid. The head of his penis was about a half-inch around, but the foreskin wouldn't open more than three-eighths of an inch or so. She next inserted a cotton swab on the end of a plastic stick inside the foreskin. I could see the slight bulge at the end of the swab make a ring around the inside of the foreskin as she gently moved it in little circles around the glans several times. This elicited a little giggle from Andy. By the time the swab was removed, nature had taken control over his penis and he had, indeed, developed an erection.
"Well, the swab is nice and clean," Marcia commented, "so it appears Andy's managing to adequately clean inside the foreskin. You can see how the penis is being held back from full extension when erect by this slight bulge where it meets his pubis. That's fairly common in cases of phimosis. Also, you could see the foreskin has properly separated all the way around the glans when I used the swab, so that's a good sign. I also don't see any scarring or damage to the foreskin from trying to force the issue or from repeated infections. The only real problem I see is the opening at the tip of the foreskin just isn't stretched far enough to allow for complete retraction. Andy's fortunate in one respect as the foreskin does retract just far and wide enough to not interfere with urination. He's obviously received some instruction as to how properly clean the inside of the foreskin, and that's good, also."
"Yeah, my mom showed me what to do a few years ago," Andy volunteered. "But I never knew it was s'posed to go all the way back until I saw my brother T.J. with a boner. Oops, sorry doctor, I meant `rection."
"Don't you worry about it, young man. I've been doing this job for many years now and I've seen and heard most anything you can think of."
"So, what can we do to help remedy the problem?" I asked.
"There are a few options for you to consider, Max. First, Andy's still fairly young and as he grows, the problem may resolve itself. It's not too uncommon for situations like his to continue into puberty or even a little past puberty. Since the foreskin opening is so close to allowing complete retraction, I'm inclined to believe that's what will happen with Andy.
"Second, I could also prescribe a steroid cream to be applied to the foreskin twice a day. This will sometimes, but not always, help loosen the foreskin and speed up the natural process. It also has the nice side effect of feeling rather pleasurable." My eyes popped open wide in surprise. "Oh, come on, Max, don't try to tell me that boys, even as young as Andy, don't masturbate." Another giggle escaped Andy which caused both of us to chuckle, also.
"It's not that, so much. I'm just surprised you'd talk about it so freely."
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked. "Masturbation is as normal and natural as urinating or defecating. No matter what you say or do, it's going to happen, with both boys and girls. There are just some kids who are a bit further along on that particular road of self-discovery than others." Andy let out another giggle and raised his hand a few inches in acknowledgement that he was one of those kids. "I've always been very open with my own kids about their bodies and what I know happens. Open discussions about sex and masturbation are very important to your kids growing up to be well-adjusted adults.
"Now, back to the topic at hand. The third option is gentle stretching of the foreskin. You saw how I used the swab to check for possible infection inside the foreskin. You can do the same. Just insert the swab inside the foreskin and gently roll it around the glans. That has the added benefit of helping ensure proper cleaning while also gently stretching the opening at the same time. I'd recommend using swabs with a plastic center section as opposed to paper or wood. The plastic will be much smoother and cause less irritation to the inside of the foreskin.
"The absolute last thing you want to do is force the foreskin back over the glans. That can cause a condition called paraphimosis, which is where the foreskin gets stuck behind the glans. That can cause severe pain and the blood circulation can be cut off to the glans and create all sorts of nasty problems. Should that happen, you'll need to take Andy to the emergency room to resolve the problem. And I can almost guarantee their first recommendation will be circumcision.
"The last option is surgery. And I do mean last. I absolutely hate to recommend circumcision in any case. I just don't understand the desire or need to mutilate an otherwise perfectly functioning body part. But, in rare instances, it's the only permanent solution to the problem. In my twenty-five years of practice, I've only had to refer one child to a urologist for the procedure. I truly hated to do it, especially since he was a teenager at the time, but his foreskin was so damaged from so many infections and poor care, there was simply no other option. With the proper care, treatment and attention, I see no reason for Andy to ever have to undergo that.
"So, there you have it. Any questions?"
"Yeah, can I get dressed now?" Andy asked with another chuckle.
"You certainly may, Andy," Marcia replied, patting his thigh. "Thank you for being such a good patient." Andy wasted no time in hopping off the exam table and getting dressed. When he rejoined Dr. Finney and me, she asked, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, Andy?"
"No, I guess not. You're a really good doctor, ya' know."
"Why, thank you, young man. It's always nice to receive a compliment now and then. Now did someone else come with you two today? I'd like to talk to your dad for a minute if you have someone to sit with you in the waiting room."
"Yeah, my pops came with us, too. He was getting stitches taken out of his head, but I don't know how long that was gonna take."
"Well, give me his name and I'll find out."
"Tom Wright," I replied. Marcia picked up the phone and called the reception desk. After making the inquiry, she hung up and told us, "Yes, your Pops is waiting out front for you two. An aide will be here in a minute to walk you out so you don't get lost along the way." We waited for just a moment before there was a light knock on the door. Marcia stepped over and opened it. "Ah, Janie, thanks. Would you please guide young Andy, here, back to reception and connect him up with his pops, Tom Wright? Thank you." After Janie took Andy's hand in her own, they left the room as Andy gave a quick wave over his shoulder and Marica closed the door.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked rather nervously.
"Max, don't get all defensive on me. I just wanted to you ask about something I heard you tell Andy and mention one other thing you could do to help him."
"Sorry, but we're a rather unconventional family and I guess I'm worried about certain things. Go ahead."
"First, I heard you tell Andy that your family spends most of its evenings and weekends nude and at least his gramma and aunt have seen him nude. I assume from those comments that you live a nudist lifestyle. Would that be a fair assumption to make?"
"Yes, I suppose so. You don't have a problem with that do you? You're not going to report us to DCFS, are you?"
"No, absolutely not. While my own family has never fully embraced a nudist lifestyle, we weren't what you'd consider body shy in our home. I've found through my reading and own personal experience that simple nudity promotes a positive body image. It also helps resolves many normally unasked questions from kids who are naturally curious about what other people look like under their clothes. I personally have no problems with casual nudity in the family home, but you should be aware there are many other doctors who don't share the same opinion and they are likely to report you. I think you should a bit more circumspect about how much information you share with others."
"Thank you, Dr. Finney. I appreciate your concern. One solution to that potential problem would be for you to become our family doctor. Are you in a position where you're accepting new patients?"
"Of course, I love taking care of kids. The more the merrier."
"Can you handle five more?"
"You bet! What ages are we talking about?"
"Two that are nine-years old, one who is seven and two more that are six-years old, one of which is Andy."
"By all means, let's get them set up as patients. Then we can get them all in for checkups."
"Why don't we wait until the start of school this fall. Their adoptions won't be finalized until mid-June and I'm not sure yet whether Andy will actually be adopted by us. Right now, were just fostering him. I'm sure once the adoptions are completed, I won't have any problems getting whatever medical records they have up to now and that would give you a good starting point of what's needed next."
"That sounds great, Max. I'll look forward to it. Now, there's one more thing I wanted to talk about as a possible therapy to help Andy with his foreskin issue. I didn't want to say anything about it with Andy in the room in case he might be uncomfortable with this idea. You can also have Andy soak in a bathtub of warm water two or three times a week and again, gently stretch the foreskin after he's out. The warm water will help soften the skin tissue and make it a little easier to stretch. Since it sounds like he and his brother T.J. are pretty close to the same age and they are both intact, perhaps T.J. would be willing to help Andy with that."
I stuck a finger in my ear and wiggled it around, then asked, "Excuse me, did I hear that right? Are you actually suggesting his brothers be allowed to help with this?"
"Max, I'm not our normal stuffy doctor. I'm a realist. I've raised two sons and a daughter and I know full well what my boys were doing to and with each other from the time they were babies. Despite what many parents think these days, I know that type of curiosity and interplay is a normal part of growing up. Both sons are now married with sons of their own who enjoy the same sense of discovery my boys did."
"T.J. already made the offer to help Andy, but I told him not until after we'd seen a doctor and had a professional opinion. He'll be more than happy to help, as will the other six-year old, Mike."
"It sounds like you have a plan of attack to help Andy with this, then. Do you want a prescription for the steroid cream so you can use that treatment in conjunction with the others?"
"That sounds like a good idea, we might as well do everything we can."
"I'll give you a few samples that will get you through a few days until you can pick the prescription up, then, and we'll get you folks on your way."
"I appreciate the way you took care of Andy today. He was really scared about seeing any doctor about his problem, but he really freaked out when he saw you were a woman."
"I'm used to that, Max. A lot of older boys react that way, but I've found over the years that as long as I'm open with them about what I'm doing and why, they tend to be more accepting of a female doctor. Younger boys, of course, have absolutely no qualms about being nude around anybody."
"You don't have to remind me of that, not with five of them at home," I laughed.
"No, I suppose I don't," she laughed with me. "Why don't you head on up front and I'll have them get those samples for you. Thanks for coming in. It was a pleasure to meet you and Andy and I look forward to seeing your other boys when the time comes."
"Thank you, Dr. Finney." I weaved my way through the seemingly endless hallways to find my way back to the reception area. When I finally rejoined Tom and Andy, Andy jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug while Tom leaned in and lightly kissed my cheek. I turned Tom's head so I could see where the stitches had been and commented, "Looks like the ER doc knew what he was doing. You can barely see the scar."
"That's what the doc here said. He was impressed."
"How does it feel to have them out."
"It's still pretty itchy, but at least I feel like I can scratch it without ripping my head back open. That's gonna be a big relief."
"Good, that also means can I give you a smack upside the head now and then when you earn it."
"Gee, thanks, love you, too."
"Don't mention it. Hey, we gotta get movin' if we're gonna beat the others home. Let me get something for Andy and pay the bill and we'll get out of here." I held Andy out and added, "Do me a favor and take this little monkey."
"Happy to, babe," Tom replied with a grin as he took Andy, who promptly laid his head on his pops' shoulder. After receiving the steroid cream and settling our bill for today, we headed out of the building and climbed into the car for the short trip home. As I pulled out of the parking lot, Tom asked, "I wonder if John and Bob are still there working on the twins' new room?"
"Hell, I'd forgotten that supposed to happen today. That'll be another nice surprise for them, won't it? I can't wait to see what it looks like."
"How'd your exam go, Andy," Tom asked.
"It was okay, I guess. I didn't much like a strange lady touching me down there."
"But, once you got over your initial fear, Andy, you did just fine," I commented. "I'm proud of you for overcoming that. And you got some good news, didn't you?"
"Yeah, at least I don't have to get my dick cut. I didn't like the sound of that."
"And after you left us, the doctor said it would be fine if T.J. and Mike wanted to help you."
"Now, that sounds like it'll be fun," he giggled. Tom and I had to laugh along with him.
Ten minutes later, I looked at the clock on the dash as we pulled in the drive. Seeing as the bus should arrive in just a few minutes, I parked by bus shelter to await their arrival. It didn't make sense to have to drive back out. We didn't have to wait long before the bus pulled up and four wild boys flew down the steps and ran like demons to join us in the car.
When they'd all settled down and I started the short drive to the house, Alex asked, "Hey, when did you pick up the new car?"
"We got it yesterday, but with the party last night, we kinda forgot about it," I answered. "You guys like it?"
"Yeah, dads, this is a sweet ride," Joey answered.
Tom asked, "You guys have a good day at school and did you learn something new today?"
"Nope," was the resounding consensus from all five.
"Oh, c'mon, surely one of you learned something you didn't know before you woke up this morning," I commented.
"Well, Dad, I guess I did, but I don't know if it really counts," Alex meekly replied.
"Good, Alex, what did you discover today that you didn't know before."
"We-e-e-ll, I found out our friend, Brent, has a really long peck ..., uh, penis."
"What!?" yelled Joey.
I damn near drove the car into a tree as I laughed my ass off. When I got myself and the car back under control, I commented, "Um, no, Alex, you're right. That wasn't quite what I had in mind."
"What is it with you, bro'? First Andy, and now Brent. My dick not good enough for you, anymore? Are you really that freakin' horny?" he asked amongst giggles from T.J., Mike and Andy.
"Guys, as interesting as this conversation may be, you're gonna have to put it on hold for a while," I said, pulling into the garage. "John and Bob are here working on your room and I don't think they want or need to hear about this, okay?"
"Okay, dad, but we are gonna talk about it later," Joey demanded.
"That's fine. And thank in advance you for your restraint." After shutting off the car, the fantastic five hauled ass into the house while we were a bit more sedate about it. As Tom and I finally entered the house, the boys were flying back out of their rooms on the way to check out the changes in Joey and Alex's new room. A chorus of `cool', `neat', and a simple `wow' filled the room as Tom and I joined the others.
I nodded my head in agreement with their assessment and added, "Bob, this all looks great. And, John, thanks for helping get it all in here and put together. I was worried it would seem too dark in the room overall, due to that one wall, but the lighter wood really mutes that."
"Thanks, Max," Bob responded. "My guys worked their tails off since last weekend so we could get this all done and here today. If you and Tom are willing to help, we can get the mattress moved from the other room into here."
"You bet, Bob. Boys, go make sure your bed is empty of whatever you might have just dropped on it." As they ran off, I added, "Go ahead and grab your pillows, too. Bring it all in here and put it on your desks." Just as the four adults were turning into the old room, we were almost run over by two anxious and very excited boys headed the other direction, packs, coats and pillows in their hands. With Tom and John on one side and Bob and me on the other, we manhandled the king-sized mattress out of the bedroom, into the hallway and back into the new room. Once the mattress was in place, Joey and Alex wasted no time putting the pillows on it, climbing in and laying down. They were soon joined by T.J., Mike, and Andy as all five gave the new frame a good checking out.
"I sure hope that frame's strong and put together well," Tom laughed.
"I hope so, too," Bob laughed along.
"What do we owe ya', Bob?" I asked. After hearing the price, I gave an appreciative whistle at the total. "That's a little more than I expected, but I can tell it's worth every penny. Everything looks absolutely perfect. Follow, me, and I'll get you a check. I owe you anything for today, John?"
"Darn right you do, but I'll just tack today's time onto the invoice for the other work we've done, Max. I was holding onto that until I knew how much to add for today. Plus the required fifteen percent gratuity, of course," he laughed.
"Sounds fine to me, John, you've all earned it this past week getting these two rooms redone for us so quickly." I turned and left the room with Bob following to pick up his payment. When we reached the study, I sat at the desk, offered Bob a chair on the other side and pulled my checkbook out of the center drawer. "Before I write the amount on here, do you need any extra to get the materials for Tom's desk and bookshelves. Or do you need more to cover overtime or anything for your crew?"
"No, Max, thanks for offering. I order maple by the truck and always have plenty on hand. As for my guys wages, all that is already included in the number I gave you."
"Just wanted to make sure." After completing the check and handing it over to Bob, I added, "I really thank you for getting their room done today. Their friends from school are coming tomorrow for a pool party for the twins' birthday and I know Alex an Joey really wanted to show off their new digs."
"No problem. I knew that and that's why we worked as hard we did to get everything done."
"Now, what about the new furniture for Tom's office? How soon do you think you'll have it done?"
"Well, the shelf units aren't a big deal. They're just cutting, gluing, sanding and finishing. I plan to split that long wall into three smaller units just to make them easier to handle when we bring them in the house. The desk is an altogether different story. I'm going to build that myself and it will probably take two weeks to complete it and get it right. None of my crew are quite up to that task, just yet."
"No rush, Bob, I was just curious. Also, once Joey and Alex get moved into the new bedroom, we're going to redo the room they were in for the other three. So, we'll need desks, shelves and a bedframe for that room also. The only difference I can think of, we will be wanting three desk areas instead of two."
"Sounds good to me, Max. I'll leave room in my schedule for that."
As we stood to leave, I extended my hand and when we shook, I slipped $500 cash into Bob's hand. "That's just a little something extra for doing such a good job and doing it so quickly. Take your wife to a nice dinner, throw a party for your guys, whatever."
Bob slipped the cash into his pocket without looking at it and said, "Thanks, it's been a pleasure and I'm sure it will be, again. Hope you guys have a great weekend and good luck with your party tomorrow."
We left the study and ambled back across the house to find five boys crowding the hallway, loaded down with clothes. "You guys moving out already?" I asked as we drew closer.
"No way, dad," T.J. answered.
"We're just helpin' `em get their junk out of our room," Mike added with a laugh.
"That's good of you guys, thanks." I turned to Bob and commented, "Look like we may need the other bedroom's furniture before Tom's. You okay with that?"
"Whatever you want."
"Then let's do it. Tom's in no real hurry to get back to work anyway," I laughed. We found Tom and John in the garage. "John, looks you better plan on attacking the second bedroom starting next week."
"Why next week? I planned to take the week off so the wife and I could get out of town."
"All five boys are in there, right now, moving Alex and Joey's things from their old room to the new one. When I asked if they were moving out, Mike answered they were just helpin' the twins' get `their junk of our room'. I think they're pretty anxious to get moved into their room, too." We all enjoyed a good laugh at the boys' excitement.
"Well, okay, then. I'll tell her our trip has been delayed."
"Oh, don't you dare. I'll hold `em back best I can, but when you start on it the next week, you better do it fast, or they're liable to string you up."
"Thanks for the warning, Max. My guys and I will be here. Well, I hope the boys like their new room. We'll go ahead and get out of your way. See you later." He turned, collected Bob and they left the garage. Tom and I returned to the house to supervise the move to find everything had already been moved and boys were busy putting clothes away and putting things on the shelves.
Out on the drive, Bob pulled the cash from his pocket. Upon seeing the $500, he stopped dead in his tracks, baffled at his good luck.
"What's up, Bob," John asked.
"Max slipped me some extra cash and, while I appreciate it, this too damn much."
John gave a quick laugh and said, "Yep, that sounds like something he'd do."
"I'm can't accept this."
"Bob, do you have any idea who Max is?"
"Why?"
"His full name is Maxwill Sanders. He's a writer and he's pretty damn rich. 500 bucks is a drop in the bucket to him."
"That may be, but this is still outrageous."
"Please, Bob, don't offend him by trying to return it. He'll tell you if you don't want it to give to some charity. That's just the way he is."
"Damn, I'm not sure, John. It just doesn't seem right. My bill covered everything, including a very nice profit for me. This seems like stealing to me."
"No, that's just Max showing his appreciation for a job well done. If you want to keep doing work for him, you better get used to it, and real quick-like. If you refuse him, he'll find someone else to do the work who won't be so uptight about a little unexpected bonus."
"Well, okay, then. Guess the wife and I will take a trip to St. Louis this weekend and do some gambling," he grinned.
"Don't blow it all on one bet, okay," John laughed as they separated and climbed into their own trucks to head for home.
Back in the house, T.J. asked, "Is anybody coming by tonight?"
"Not that I know of, why?" I asked.
"'Cause I'm sick and tired wearin' these stinkin' clothes," he answered as he started stripping down, quickly followed by everyone else. Everyone, that is, except for poor Alex, who had the saddest hang-dog look I'd ever seen on another person. Everybody then picked up their discarded items and headed to their rooms drop them in the hampers.
While Tom and I were in our room, I said, "I got somethin' I'm thinkin' `bout doin' but I want your input before I do it."
"What's that?"
"Well, you're gonna to be getting back to work in a bit and I think a lot of my time is going to be taken up with the running kids here and there, plus I'm starting to get an idea for a new book."
"C'mon, babe, cut to the chase."
"What do you think about hiring someone to help out around here with cleaning, laundry, cooking and stuff like that? I don't know how busy you're going be, or how busy the boys are going to keep me, but I think we could use some help, if not right now, but in the near future. What do you think?"
"If that's what you want, I'm all for it. I hate cleanin' and doin' laundry. To me, it's worth it to get someone else to deal with that shit."
"Good. I was hoping you'd be okay with it.
"You got someone in mind or you just gonna place an ad in the paper?"
"Actually, I do kinda have someone in mind. He ..."
"HE!?" Tom exclaimed, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh, this should be good," he added with a laugh.
"As I was trying to say, Ron was one of the members of a cleaning crew I had come before the boys' visit. I hadn't given the place a really good cleaning for probably a year and I wanted it shined up a bit, so I called Merry Maids in Springfield to come take care of it for me. Ron took care of the patio around the pool first so I could get the pool shelter installed. Then, he took the comforters from the three bedrooms to get them cleaned."
"And what, exactly, do you know about this Ron? Age, race, background, anything?"
"Well, not a whole lot, I guess. We really didn't get to talk much that day, but he's about your age, I'd say, kinda cute, white, and I thought I might take a shot at getting to know him better. I even slipped him an extra fifty bucks, but he never called back. But that was before I met you."
"Hm, interesting," Tom opined humorously while stroking his chin. "And what would you have done if he called back?"
"Invited him to come out for a swim some evening, see where things went, if they went anywhere."
"So, you want to hire this cute young guy, who turned your head once or twice, to come out here and help take care of us, the boys and the house? Is that it?"
"Well, now that you put it that way, it does sound pretty ludicrous, doesn't it? All right, forget about Ron and we'll put an ad in the paper. The only reason I was thinking about him was I thought with him bein' a guy, he'd be less bothered by the dress code we don't have. I figured if we found some lady to do it, we'd probably have to make some changes around here I really don't want to make."
"Listen, babe, I'm just givin' ya' shit. This is the first I've heard `bout you havin' any interest in another dude. You just caught me a little off-guard is all. I actually think it's pretty damn funny. Overall, you seem to be a pretty good judge of character, and if you think Ron's a good person, I'll take your word for it. But I reserve the right to do a background check on him and make sure of that before he gets hired."
"I'm sure he had to have one to get hired at Merry Maids, but I don't have a problem with you checking him out. Um, his background, that is. Don't you go checkin' out anything else about him, got it?"
"We'll see, Max. The thoroughness of my checking him out will all depend on how cute he is." After seeing the wide-eyed and open-mouthed expression on my face, Tom added, "Babe, you got nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."
"I'm glad to hear it. I guess I'm just a little insecure about things. I know we belong together and wouldn't hurt each other for anything. And we both love the boys, too. I guess I'm just a little bit scared about how I thought you'd react after what happened yesterday. I wasn't sure you'd still want me with my brain being as fractured as it is," I said, looking down at the floor as I did.
Tom put his fingertips under my chin, lifted my head up and turned it so he was looking directly into my eyes. "I told you this morning that I'm yours, until the end of time. And I mean that, fractured brain and all your other warts. Whatever troubles you face, we face them together."
"Have I told you how much I love you today?"
"However much it is, I love you more," he replied and followed that with a sweet kiss.
"Okay, one more thing before we go fix supper. We need to talk to Alex and Joey and make sure the Muellers never abused them. Do you want to be in that conversation or do you want to amuse Andy, Mike and T.J. while I talk to the twins?"
"Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Well, honestly, no. But then, I don't think I'll ever be ready for it. Still, it has to be done and in my mind, the sooner we know, the better off we'll be. I'm just gonna have to suck it up and do it. Besides, it sounds like one of them might be having a little issue with wandering eyes and I want to get to the bottom of that, also."
"Tell you what, why don't you start the conversation yourself and if you need me, I'll join you. I think if I'm with the other three, they'll have fewer questions we aren't ready to deal with quite yet."
"You're probably right, although, with T.J. being linked in with Joey and Alex, it probably won't be long before he knows what's going on."
"Crap, I didn't think about that. We'll just have to play it by ear, I guess."
"Okay, let's go get supper going and I'll talk to the twins after. Plan?"
"Plan, babe. Let's boogie." I let go a laugh at the thought of what I'd done this morning after that statement. "Um, on second, thought, how `bout we just walk to the kitchen. I don't think I can handle seein' you boogie again," he laughed. When we reached the kitchen, we found the fantastic five lined up on their stools and from the looks on their face, we were going to have to get some food going fast or Tom and I could end up in a pot on the stove.
"What're we havin' for supper, dads." Alex asked.
"Grilled ham and cheese, tomato soup, carrots and cabbage," I answered. "Sound good to you guys?"
"Yummy, dad," Mike answered while rubbing his belly.
"Good, why don't you guys get busy and set the table while we get the sandwiches going?" They'd hopped off their stools and got to work before I even finished my sentence. Tom and I got busy putting together seven sandwiches. Thankfully, I had a large griddle plate that covered two burners on the stove. Once the sandwiches were going on low heat, I pulled out a bag of baby carrots and a head of cabbage to add a little something to the meal besides chips. We'd not really pushed veggies on the boys yet, but I figured it was time for them to start munching something better than chips.
Once the table was set and everything else was ready to go we sat together for a bit so I could tell the others about Andy's visit to the doctor. The boys were all ears as I explained the exam to them. T.J. and Mike get real excited when I explained the various treatments we would be doing and that their assistance would be welcomed. "When you guys go to bed later, I'll show you how to apply the steroid cream. And, there's one more thing you need to know before I'll allow you to help."
"What's that, dad," T.J. asked eagerly.
"Never force Andy's foreskin around the glans. Doing that will cause him severe pain and a we'd have to take Andy to the emergency room to fix it. I do not want that happening."
"We'll be careful, dad, we promise. Won't we Mike?"
"You bet. I wouldn't hurt my brother."
"Good. I'm glad you understand. Oh, and one more thing. While I'm sure you're all going to enjoy helping Andy, this is not just to give you a reason to play with his penis. Not that you need one." After receiving looks of shock from all three, I added, "Look, we know you all enjoy some sex play now and then, and we don't have a problem with that. But you need to separate your sex play from helping Andy with his foreskin. Got it?"
"Got it, Dad," they answered together.
"Good. I need to go flip the sandwiches and I'll be right back. I have more thing to tell you boys." That done, I came back to rejoin the others. The boys were chattering away about how they were going to help Andy, but quieted down when I took my seat again. "Okay, about another seven or eight minutes and they'll be done. After we get done eating and the cleanup is taken care of, I need to talk with Alex and Joey. Tom will stay with you other three and maybe read some more Huckleberry Finn to you."
"Why just them?" T.J. asked.
"Yeah, why not all of us," Andy added.
"Part of what I want to talk them about is what you heard about in the car. And I'm pretty sure they don't want you in that chat, either. The other part, you three aren't involved in and don't need to know about."
"What kinda crap is that, Dad?" T.J. vented.
"T.J., mouth," Tom scolded.
"Young man, trust me when I say you're not effected by what I need to talk to them about. If you were, you'd be included in the conversation. Someday, I may need to talk to you about something and I'll keep the others out of that, also. Right now, you don't need to be involved. In time, you'll all be told, but it will be a while."
"You know they'll tell us, don't you?"
"Yes, I know there's a chance they will. But that's a chance I have to take. I'm hoping I can trust them to keep our discussion to themselves. If they break that trust, well, I guess we'll cross that bridge if we get to it. Now, let's go eat."
We headed to the dining room and the boys took their seats while Tom and I continued to the kitchen to retrieve and then deliver the food. Everybody got a sandwich, soup, some carrots and a chunk of cabbage. With the plates filled, we joined the boys. Before the boys could take a bite, I warned them, "You guys need to be careful with the sandwiches and soup. The cheese is going to be really hot and runny and the soup is really steaming. You might want to munch a couple of carrots or cabbage first to give the other things a chance to cool a bit."
"But I don't like carrots or cabbage," Mike whined.
"Well, you're going to get to like them, buddy. Their good for you and really tasty, see?" I asked as I took big bite of my cabbage. The rest of the meal was a pretty quiet affair since the three youngest were in a foul mood. The grilled ham and cheese did seem to brighten them up a bit, though. With the meal finished and the cleanup completed, it was time for me to have my chat with Joey and Alex.
Before we disappeared into the study, Tom quietly asked, "Uh, I know why we have to have this chat with them, but you're not telling them everything you told me last night, are you?"
"Absolutely not," I answered. "They're getting the bare minimum and only if they push the issue. I'm not going to volunteer anything I don't have to."
"Good, that's a relief. Just out of curiosity, why did you tell me all of it? It's not like I really need to know, either."
"Come here a sec," I said, then turned down the hall towards the study. When I stopped and turned around to face him again, I continued. "I figured if I didn't tell you everything, one of two things would happen. One, you'd still have questions that you wanted to ask, but were afraid to in an effort to spare my feelings. Two, I also assumed that, over time, you'd probably end up hearing most of it from Dylan or someone else. I didn't want that to happen. I wanted to be the one you heard the details from and now that you have, I don't have to worry about either one of those other things happening. By getting it directly from me, nothing was lost, mistranslated or misconstrued."
"Okay. I just wondered. You ready for Alex and Joey?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Send `em on back here. Thanks." After a quick hug, I turned and entered the study while Tom returned to the living room. When the twins came in, I quietly asked, "Will you close the door, please?" and after Alex did so, I added, "Thanks. Have a seat guys."
"What's up, Dad?" Joey asked.
"A couple different things. First, I want to ask about what Alex said in the car and your reaction to it, Joey. It seemed to me you overreacted a bit and I just want to make sure I'm not missing something."
"Nah, you're not missing nothin'," Joey responded. "I just never thought he'd ever want anybody `sides me. We've only had each other the last five years, ya' know."
"I know that, but you two just turned nine. Did you expect you'd be together your whole lives?"
"I guess I thought so, but maybe not no more," he grumped
"What about you, Alex?"
"I don't know. I love Joey, always have and always will. But I think I might be able to love somebody else, too. Is it possible to do that, Dad?"
"Of course, it is. I love you guys, I love Tom, I love all our parents, and I love Aunt Lee and Uncle Carl. But it's a different kind of love for each of you. Do you understand that?"
"Sure, we do, Dad," they chorused.
"That's good. As long as you both understand that you can find someone to love the way I love Tom and still love each other as brothers, then you won't have any problems as you get older. "
"I was just pissed off at the little horndog, here, for screwin' up last night. And hearin' him say that about Brent just pissed me off even more. I mean, why would he ever want to look at another's guy's dick when I'm right here?" Joey commented.
"I remember you saying you were going to try something new last night as a sort of special birthday present to each other, but that Alex messed it up by getting in trouble and not being able to be naked. Do you want to tell me what you had planned?"
"Um, I don't know," Joey answered. "I don't want to say nothin' that'll get me in trouble."
"This is an open discussion, boys. You can say anything you want and I promise you won't get in trouble. Once we're done here, though, we go back to normal."
"Well, we was finally gonna fuck each other," Joey responded. "We figured our dicks were finally long enough to really be able to do it, but I didn't want to have to deal with no clothes getting' in the way. We been plannin' it for a while, now, and he went and fucked it all up."
"Okay, that explains a lot. I kinda thought that might have been your intentions. I'm sorry you didn't have the chance to follow through on your plans. But, tomorrow night, you can."
"Yeah, Dad, I know, but it won't be the same as doin' it on our birthday," Joey whined.
"Look, Joey, only two days will have passed. In the total of your lives, two days is nothin'. I waited thirty-four and a half years to find Tom. You'll be able to do whatever you want to each other tomorrow. It's not the end of the world, you know. And since you're having another birthday party tomorrow, it really won't be that much different from last night. Just think about it as one really long day, okay?"
"Yeah, I didn't think `bout that," Joey said with a smile. He turned to his brother and added, "Alex, I'm sorry I was so pissed off. I was just upset we weren't gonna be able to fuck each other like we wanted to. We'll do it tomorrow night, though, I promise."
"I'm sorry for looking at Brent's dick, too, but I couldn't help it. I walked into the bathroom to pee and he was in there already and it was just hangin' out it plain view. He didn't try to hide it or nothin'."
"Is it really long like you said?"
"Damn right, it is. He at least an inch longer than we are, maybe more. I didn't have a chance to measure it, though." I noticed Joey was mindlessly stroking himself while the conversation took place between the two of them and he was soon fully erect. Yeah, I didn't think they'd have any problems with enjoying the ultimate intimacy with each other tomorrow night. "You'll probably get to see it tomorrow since he'll be at our party, ya' know."
"Oh, yeah, that sounds good. I can't wait."
"Um," I interrupted, "You do know that I expect swimsuits or shorts on you and all your guests tomorrow, right?"
"Sure, Dad. But we gotta change into `em, don't we?" he grinned evilly.
"Yeah, I guess you do. Okay, just makin' sure you know the rules."
"We know, Dad," Alex lamented. "What else did you want to talk about?"
"Before we get into that, I need to ask about the link you two have and seem to have added T.J. to. Just how far can you go with it and are you able keep certain things to yourselves?"
"Does this have somethin' to do with what happened yesterday with you and Dr. Kirkland," Alex asked.
"It does. Now, please answer my questions."
They looked at each other guiltily, then refocused on me. "Well, after bein' here with you and the others for the last month, we can pretty much pick up on what anybody's feeling at any time," Alex answered. "Right now, it's still pretty much limited to feelings with you guys, but T.J.'s getting the hang of it quicker than anybody we've known."
"Can you actually pick up the thoughts of others as you can with each other? Or is it limited to just feelings?"
"The longer we're together, the more we'll be able to do," Joey said. "And the way T.J.'s goin', he'll be caught up with us soon."
"Okay, now answer my other question, can you keep T.J. from picking up anything."
"Yeah, we both know how to keep something to ourselves. If there's something I don't want Joey knowing, I can kinda hide it and keep it away from him."
"Good. What I need to ask you, I don't want your brothers knowing about until they're older. They're not ready to know this and when they are, it will come from me, understood." They both nodded their heads in agreement and I continued, "First, I need to ask if the Mueller's ever did anything to either of you while you lived with them."
"You mean `sides treatin' us like dog crap?" Alex asked.
"Unfortunately, yes, besides that?"
Joey's eye grew wide and he asked, "Wait, you're talkin' like some really sick shit, aren't you?" After I nodded, he continued, "Yeah, I saw that picture that just flashed through your mind. That's gross. No, if they'd ever done that shit to us, I'da cut that fucker's dick off in his sleep."
Despite his language, I couldn't help but laugh. I knew exactly how he felt. "I don't doubt that for one second, Joey. And I'm very glad to hear that it didn't happen to you guys. Ecstatic, actually."
"But, why you askin' `bout them," Joey asked. "'Specially `bout sick shit like that?"
"Because, they did it to him, dummy," Alex answered, shock filling his face at his revelation. "That's what I was feeling from you yesterday, wasn't it, Dad? I just couldn't sort it all out then because it was too jumbled. They fucked you, over and over, didn't they? But it was years ago, why didn't I pick it up before now?"
"Because I'd buried it deep, Alex, and it didn't really resurface until yesterday. And you're right, it was very jumbled up in my head."
"Oh, crap, I knew!" Alex cried. "I knew something was wrong between y'all at Steak `n Shake. When that bastard saw you, I felt a flash of somethin', but I couldn't put a name to it. It was like a combination of hate and disgust. He knew who you were before you could tell him, didn't he? But he acted like he didn't. Why?"
"I don't know Alex. Maybe he thought he could somehow continue to torment me. I really don't know. And in some twisted way, I guess he has been."
Alex looked to Joey and asked, "You remember all those names we used to pick up between the two of them?" Joey nodded. "They were all boys' names, weren't they? And the one we thought was Mack, I bet it was Max." The flash hit Joey like a bolt of lightning as his jaw dropped.
"Wait, you know names of other boys? How?"
"Well, we lived with them for a long time and we'd pretty much tuned `em in. They used to think `bout `em all the time. And whenever I picked up a name and looked at `em, they always had kind of a dreamy look on their faces. It's seemed pretty creepy, but that's all I ever got was names. None of that other crap. I don't know why, though. Emotions that strong usually have something visual to go with `em, but I never saw any of that."
"Do you still remember the names? Can you write them down for me?"
"Sure, Dad, but why?" Joey asked.
"Well, Dylan and Carol will be investigating the Mueller's and if they had a list of names to work from, it would help them out immensely."
"You bet, give us some paper and we'll do it right now. We'll do whatever we can to help put those fuckers in jail." I handed a notepad and pen over to each and sat back while they furiously scribbled their lists.
A few minutes later, when they handed the pads back to me, it was my turn to be shocked. After quickly looking through both lists, I moaned, "Oh my god, you must have sixty or more names here. And it looks like none are duplicated."
"Yeah, I listed the ones from her and Joey did the ones from him."
I walked around the desk and gave both boys a hug. "I can't thank you two enough for giving me those names. As hard as it is to remember what those two did to me, I hate that they could have done the same to you or any other kids. I'll have to give these lists to both Dylan and Carol, and they may want to talk to you about anything else you might know. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not if it keeps `em from hurting another kid."
"Thanks. And remember, please, keep this to yourselves for now. We have enough to deal with, we don't need the others knowing about it, okay."
"You got it, Dad," Alex answered.
"We'll do our best," Joey added.
"Good, scoot on out of here and ask your Pops to come in, please." They hightailed it out of the study to rejoin their brothers and after a short wait, Tom came in and closed the door. "Well, you were right," I said.
"Was there any doubt about that?" he laughed. "How'd it go with them?"
"Turns out, they kinda knew already. Apparently, the longer they're around someone, the more they can pick up. And we're going to use that to our benefit and the Mueller's detriment."
"How?"
"They've written a list of what looks like over sixty names that they picked up those two thinking about over the last four to five years."
"Holy shit! I can't believe that."
"I don't know what to think, Tom. They're both so smart already, and add to that their ability to read emotions the way they do, anything's possible. When I first asked them if the Mueller's had ever done anything to them, Joey said he caught a glimpse of a picture in my mind that told him what I was really asking. I don't even remember having an image in my mind when I asked, but he still found it."
"Oh, geez, I need to figure out some way to keep him out of my head. There's shit up there he don't need to see. So, what's next?"
"I need to talk to Dylan and Carol, give them both these names. It may help them narrow their search somewhat."
"Will they need to talk to Joey and Alex?"
"I don't know, but both boys said they would. I just don't know if I should call them tonight or wait until Monday. I'd hate to ruin their weekends, but I think the sooner they know we have some names for them, the better off they'll be. What do you think?"
"Call `em. At least let `em know what you've got."
"Okay, here goes nothin'." I picked up the phone and dialed Carol's home number first. She didn't answer the phone, so I left a message for her to call me back as soon as she could. After hanging up and dialing Dylan's number, I commented, "Her plans with her parents for the weekend must have started tonight."
Dylan answered the phone with, "Yo, Max, what's up? I didn't expect to be hearing from you tonight."
"Hey, Dylan. I've got something for you that you're not going to like."
"Oh, shit, now what?"
"I talked to the twins a bit ago and found out the Muellers never abused them, not like they did me, anyway."
"Well, that's great news, Max, why the hell wouldn't I like that?"
"Well, okay, that part you'll like, but you aren't gonna like what comes next. The boys have given me a list of names that they picked up from the Muellers over the last several years. And they're all boys' names."
"What, exactly, do you mean by `picked up'?"
"I'm sure you've heard stories about the mental link some twins share, right?"
"You mean, like one gets hurt in California and the other knows about it in New York? Yeah, who hasn't heard about that happening?"
"Well, with Alex and Joey, it goes deeper than that. They have ability to talk to each other without using their voices. They also have the ability to sense emotions in other people rather accurately and if they're around you long enough, they can pick up words and thoughts, also."
"Damn, that's spooky, man. Glad they ain't livin' with me, they'd be traumatized by the shit in my brain," he laughed.
"Yeah, Tom feels the same way, but I think it's pretty cool."
"You go right ahead and think that, boy. Now, what is it you ain't told me yet?"
"The lists they gave me has sixty or more names on it."
"Ah, fuck, you're shittin' me, Max. Give me one good reason I shouldn't go kill those motherfuckers right now."
"Oh, they're gonna die, all right, but I think we should let Beefcake Bubba and Slutty Sally take care of them for us after they're behind bars. You know they won't last a week inside once word of what they've done gets out. Besides, I'd kinda like to hear that both of them have been mercilessly raped to within an inch of their lives before someone sticks `em with a shiv in the chow hall."
"Oh, you are one evil motherfucker, but I like the way you're thinkin'. Might was well let the trash take out the trash for us, right?"
"Exactly. No sense any of us doin' time when someone who already is will solve our problems for us, don't ya' think? Besides, I think I might know a few people who just might let their, uh, dalliances, shall we say, be known amongst their new friends and neighbors."
"Undoubtedly. Though I can't imagine who would do such an evil deed as to spread such rumors and lies," he chuckled. "Look, I haven't received any notification from Dr. Kirkland, yet, so you just hold on to that list. As soon I get his report, I'll make arrangements to pick it up."
"No problem, Dylan. I thought you'd want to know I have it for you. I left a message for Carol, also, and she'll probably get it on Monday. It might be easier for you to get it from her."
"I'll do that, Max. Thanks for callin' and I hope you guys have a great weekend. Good luck with the party, tomorrow. I have a feeling you're going to need it."
"Thanks, Dylan, I do, too. Talk to you later."
"Okay, that's done, now who else was I supposed to call today?"
"What about the twins' friends who live around the corner from the scumbags?"
"That's it! Thanks, big guy. I'm dealing with some serious CRS right now."
"What the hell is CRS?"
"Can't Remember Shit," I laughed. "And what little I do remember right now, I'd just as soon forget." I looked up the Jackson's phone number in the directory and dialed the number, then punched the button to put the speaker on.
"Jackson residence, may I help you, please?" a young voice asked.
"Hi, may I talk with your mom or dad, please?"
"May I tell her who's calling, please?"
"My name is Max Sanders. I'm Joey and Alex Allison's new dad."
"OHMIGOD, REALLY!? This is José, how are they!? We haven't seen them for a month and we miss `em really bad. They just disappeared one weekend and we didn't know what'd happened, or where they were."
"Hi, José, nice to talk to you. They miss you and your brother, Jesse, also. That's why I'm calling."
"Hang on, I'll get my Mom!" I heard the phone rattle as he dropped the receiver and scream, "Mom! Get on the phone, it's Joey and Alex's new dad and he wants to talk to you." He came back on the phone, panting with excitement, and added, "Hang on, she'll be right here." José must have been holding the phone out to his mom as she crossed the room because we could hear him squealing, "C'mon mom, hurry up, please." I then heard him yell, "Jesse, get in here, Alex and Joey's new dad is on the phone."
"Hello, who is this, please?"
"Mrs. Jackson, I presume. My name is Max Sanders. I'm in the process of adopting Alex and Joey and becoming their new dad."
"Oh, Mr. Sanders, you don't know how happy I am to finally hear where those two disappeared to. My two have been worried sick this past month, and more than just a little bit lonely. Joey and Alex were the only other boys in the neighborhood their age."
"Well, the mystery has been solved, Mrs. Jackson. And please, call me Max."
"I'll do that, thanks. And my name is Karla, by the way. Now that we have all the niceties out of the way, how are those two fiendish rapscallions?" she laughed.
"As fiendish as ever," I laughed and Tom joined in. "Actually, the reason I'm calling is their birthday was yesterday..."
"Oh, I'm sorry my boys had to miss that. They would have loved to have been there."
"Well, there's still a chance, Karla. I apologize for the late notice, but we're having a pool party at our home tomorrow with Alex and Joey's friends from school and just last night they told me they'd love it if Jesse and José could come out and join the fun."
"Oh, that sounds great, Max, and I know they'd love it, too, but isn't it a bit chilly for a pool party?"
"Don't worry about that, the pool's in-ground, heated and inside a heated shelter. I've also hired two lifeguards from the `Y' to be here. I don't think my partner and I could adequately supervise twenty-some boys."
"Max, could you hold on for one second, please, I'm about to be mugged by two wild boys who are bouncing off the walls. Thanks." We could hear Karla telling her sons about the party tomorrow and by the reaction she received, we'd be adding two more to the guest list. "Okay, Max, it's all set. I think these two would bury me in the back yard if I'd said no."
"That sounds, great Karla. Joey and Alex will be thrilled to have them here."
"Do we need to bring anything beyond their swimsuits?"
"No, the twins certainly don't need any more gifts and the food, drink and everything else is being handled. Let me give you our address and some directions." I took care of that and asked Tom, "Can you think of anything else?" After a quick shake of his head, I returned to Karla. "That should be it. The party isn't supposed to start until one, but if your boys would like come out earlier, that'd be fine with us. Seems like there might be some catching up they'd like to do before the rest of the guests arrive."
"That's perfect, Max. My husband and I have some running around to do tomorrow afternoon. Would it be okay if we dropped Jesse and José around eleven?"
"That'll be just fine, Karla. We'll look forward to seeing you and the boys then." After hanging up the phone, I looked at Tom and said, "We should probably go make sure we still have a house to have a party in, don't you think?"
"Ah, they're good kids, how much damage can they do in a few minutes?"
"They're boys, Tom, do you really to see the answer to that question?" I laughed.
"Uh, now that you mentioned it, no, I don't think so," he answered as he laughed along with me.
"Can you stand another hug and kiss?"
"Gee, let me think about it." I didn't wait for an answer and when we separated, we headed out to join the boys. "Can I tell the twins the good news?"
"Sure."
When we had rejoined the boys, Tom wasted no time announcing, "Joey, Alex, we just got off the phone with Mrs. Jackson and she's bringing Jesse and José out ...". If he said anything after that, you sure couldn't hear a word of it as the twins went stark raving crazy, screaming in joy like banshees and jumping around like kangaroos. When they finally calmed down, Tom added, "I'm guessing that's a good thing, huh?"
"Understatement of the year, big guy. How about a movie before bed, guys?"
"Yeah!" they yelled.
"Good, can we watch the one you watched last night? Up was it? I want to see what this `squirrel' thing is all about." All five immediately started laughing while Tom and I looked at each other, confusion etched deeply on our faces. "Popcorn, as usual, I assume?" With a round of nods, we all got busy in the kitchen popping corn, pouring drinks and getting ready for our movie. Joey had gone to their new room to retrieve the movie and when he returned with it, I asked, "So, did you five get everything moved to the twins' new room?"
"Moved and put away, dad," Alex answered.
"Good job, guys. I'm proud of you three for helping your brothers."
"No sweat, dad," T.J. answered. "Now that John guy can start work on our room."
"Uh, bad news there, T.J., you're going to have to wait a week before he starts on it."
"Why?" Mike asked.
"John is taking next week off so he and his wife could take a trip. But he promised me he'd be back the next week and would get started on your room that Monday."
"Well, that stinks," T.J. griped.
"That may be, T.J., but he's entitled to a little time off. You'll survive an extra week in your current room, I'm sure."
"Yeah, okay. Not like we have much choice, is it?"
"Not this time, buddy, sorry. Okay, everybody got their popcorn and drink?" With affirmative nods from all, we adjourned to the theater for our movie. I had Joey start the movie since he stated last night that they `weren't little kids anymore'. I still found it quite humorous how one day in a life can seem to make such a big difference to someone. While Tom and I didn't normally watch the animated movies with the boys, I had to admit we enjoyed this one. At least I got see what was so funny about `squirrel' and why the boys found it so dang funny.
When the movie ended, it was time to hit the sack as I had a feeling tomorrow was going to a very long day. The fantastic five dropped their bowls and cups in the dishwasher on the way through the kitchen and I got it started so I could empty it in the morning. With that done, we followed in the boys' footsteps for our nightly ritual. With the twins being in their new room, we stopped there first.
"Wow, you all did a great job getting everything moved and put away," Tom commented as we entered the room.
"Thanks, Pops, the help from Andy, Mike, and T.J. made it a lot easier to do."
"Well, it looks great boys, like you've been in this room since you moved in. Good job, all of you."
"Night, Dads," they both said as we got our hugs and kissed their foreheads.
"G'night, guys. Get some good sleep, you've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Love you both," Tom said as we turned out the light.
"Love both of you, too," they chimed as we closed the door. Next stop, the terrific trio.
As we walked through the door, we could hear giggling emanating from within. And once in the room far enough to see the bed, we found Andy on his back in the middle of the bed, Mike on one side and T.J. on the other. Both had their hands roaming all around Andy's body, but rather intently focused on one particular spot. "You two ready to learn how to help Andy?" I asked.
"Yeah, here's the cream you brought home," T.J. volunteered.
"Here, Tom, why don't you do it?"
"Why me? I never done this before."
"Well, neither have any of us, so you might as well. I'll tell you what the doctor told me."
"Okay, if you insist. You okay with me doin' this, Andy?"
"Sure, Pops, go ahead."
"Okay, Max, what am I doin'?"
"Just put a little bit of the cream on your fingertip, then spread it around the outside of his foreskin. You want to make sure you get all the way around it, especially the very end where the opening is. Then you just kind of massage it into the skin."
"But what if he gets an erection?"
"Trust me, bubba, he'll get an erection, won't you, Andy?"
"I got one with the lady doc, didn't I?"
"The doctor was a woman and she touched your dick!?" Mike exclaimed.
"Yeah, I wasn't too happy with the idea, but it wasn't that bad, I guess."
"Okay, Andy," Tom interrupted, "you ready?"
"Anytime," he answered with a mischievous grin.
Tom put a little bit of the cream on his fingertip and then started to rub it around Andy's foreskin. As with any male, with the touch of a hand not his own, Andy's penis was immediately erect. It didn't seem to faze Tom one bit as he continued to gently rub the cream around and around the turgid member until you couldn't see any more of the cream.
"Okay, next, you very gently pull the foreskin back to stretch it a little. I know I said this earlier, but whatever you do boys, do not force the foreskin back over the glans."
"Can I do this part?" T.J. asked. "I had to do this with my own so I know how."
"Sure, T.J., go ahead." After watching him for a minute, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. "Good job, T.J. Why don't you guys do this? Mike can put the cream on and massage it into the skin and T.J. can do the stretching part. Sound good to you?"
"Yeah, dads, we can do this. It'll be fun."
"Now one other thing," I started, "If you want to do any kind of playing around, do it before you apply the cream and do the stretching, got it?"
"Got it dads," T.J. answered.
"You okay with them helping you, Andy?"
"Yeah, this'll be lots of fun. And it feels really good, too."
"Okay, you three, time to hit the hay. Long day for all of us tomorrow." We exchanged our hugs, kisses, love yous and goodnights, then pulled up the covers, turned out the light and closed the door.
"I think you rather enjoyed that, big guy," I commented as we started down the hall.
"Oh, what makes you think that?" Tom asked.
"Oh, I can read the signs," I whispered as I reached a hand over and wrapped it around the dripping eight-inch cock jutting out from his crotch.
"Can't get anything past you, can I?"
"Not with that monster you can't. What say we go take care of that?"
"You got the leash, lead the way, babe."
I led the way to our bedroom pulling Tom along by his hard cock and, after closing the door, I made love to that beautiful slab of beef with my mouth for the better part of an hour. I also included his balls and sphincter in my roaming tongue bath. When Tom finally reached the point of almost losing total control over his body, I slowly impaled his sweet ass with my cock until my bare pubis was smothered by his hairy ball sack. I heard him moan lightly, "Oh, god yes, fuck me, babe." I could deny this man I loved nothing and gave him exactly what he'd begged for. I started slowly, then increased my speed ever so slightly until I had a nice smooth rhythm going. I was feeling electric jolts surge through my body all the way to my toes and I could tell Tom was feeling much the same as I poked and prodded his prostate with my cock.
After the extended oral bath, it didn't take too long for Tom to reach the point of no return. The growl of lust he emitted when he came sent me over the edge, also. Of course, the rhythmic clamping of his sphincter muscle around my cock also provided another stimulus. Both of us spent, I remained in position as my cock slowly wilted and retreated from his ass. With the final expulsion, I rolled over to his side, panting, and held on to my lover. When I felt I'd regained enough strength in my legs to move, I helped Tom off the bed and into the shower, much the same way he'd done for me the night before. Once we were both clean and dry, we fell into bed and I held my lover until early the next morning as we both enjoyed a good night's sleep.