Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:34:42 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Chinook 1

Chinook
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


If sex between boys, boys and men, men and women or men and men offend you,
read no further.  If there is some legal impediment to you reading this
story, you know what to do.  The level of descriptive sex in this story is
not as great as some would like in the opening chapters.  I retain the
copyright an Nifty the posting rights.

This is a work of fiction.  This story is set in Alberta, Canada, largely
in Calgary approximately 5 years ago.  Names of Alberta cities, places,
events and geographic features are often used without complete locational
references or full descriptions.  I mention this for the geographically
challenged.  A good map and air photo of the area is avaible on Google
Earth and Google Street Views show many of the neighborhoods mentioned.

A Chinook, is a warm wind that sweeps eastward from the Rocky Monunains.
Calgarians look forward to them all winter long.  Chinooks always bring
change with them.  Chinook is a Cree word meaning snow eater.  I am sure
everyone that lives here has his or her Chinook story or experience to
tell.

This is a work of fiction, the plot, protagonists and minor characters are
not real.  If anyone thinks they can identify a real analogue, it is only
because I write so well and my imagination is so vivid. (I wish)

Last but not least, please remember these characters live in my mind and on
my hard drive.  They can not get STD's.  If you have unprotected sex, you,
being a real person, can.

Chinook
By: dnrock (dnrock@rock.com)

1:  A Boy Has To Do, What A Boy Has To Do.

Schoosh -woosh - clickity clack - clickity clack - schoosh - woosh - ding,
ding, ding.  schoosh - woosh -.  "Where the hell is that damn thing!"
Royce was in a minor panic, minor because he was being jolted from a sound
sleep, he was hung over so far his head resembled a beach ball.  He just
wanted to "Make the world go away".  (Hank Cochran)

"Where is the damn thing anyway?"... Schoosh -woosh - clickity clack -
clickity clack - schoosh - woosh - ding, ding, ding.  schoosh - woosh.

"Royce, not! at your service."

"It's Harvey, Royce I'm sorry to intrude on your beauty sleep."

"This had better be good, that's all I can say."  Harvey was one of Royce's
former roommates and part time lovers.

"I need your help buddy."  Harvey was not one to ask for help at the best
of times, he was probably the most independent spirit Royce knew.

"I've got two children that need emergency care."  Harvey is a social
worker with a very large case load, most involve children.  Royce knew this
and he knew Harvey would not ask for his help, especially for clients,
unless this was truly some kind of emergency.  Hell what Royce knew about
children was less then he knew about rocket science, a big fat nothing.
Harvey knew that too, Royce figured this must be a real emergency.

"Yes, but," Harvey interrupted Royce.  "Good, I am in your building,
apartment 103, just get your beautiful buns down here, PDQ."  Well at least
Harvey remembered how good his buns looked.  The location also signaled him
why.

Royce struggled to find his underwear, finally settling for clean ones and
his pants, which were laying over a kitchen chair.  He pulled on a T-shirt
from the pile on the floor, found his runners and sans socks, headed down
the hall for the stairs.  The door to 103 was standing open.  Royce placed
his hand on the door frame and peered in, not exposing his body, just his
head.  He could see the paramedics moving between the living room and the
bedroom, he could see Harvey sitting on a sofa with a sullen looking boy
about 11 or 12.  He remembered seeing the boy in the neighborhood and the
building.  He had never spoken to the boy but he knew he was a neighbor.

Royce needed a shave, he needed a haircut, but more then that he need his
hair combed, he looked like someone who just got woken up from a drunken
stupor.  Royce had been spending time, too much time, mostly sexual and
drinking time, with several boys and girls, arts and craft hopefuls in the
neighborhood.  Royce was the only one in this group to have had any real
commercial success.  Across the street was Quiana, she was hot as hell,
fucked like a rabbit when stoned, when not stoned she just fucked.  Except
for her sexual gymnastics, the lady was average in about every other way.
Between the sheets she sported a hot box, that was unbelievably tight and
hooker ready.  Royce was not all that into controlled substances but he did
like his beer and he sure liked to dip his long hard penis in her honey
pot.  Down the street was another artistic type, Lewin.  He was a natural
bottom and a reasonable cock sucker.  A lot better then Quiana.  Lewin was
a sculptor and highly feminine in his manor and speech.  Royce liked to
fuck his ass but wished his butt was just a bit smaller.  The person he
preferred to have sex with was Harvey.

"Come on in buddy.  This is Cliff.  Cliff this is my friend Mr. Evers."
Royce advanced and shook the limp hand that belonged to the boy.  Cliff
hung his head looking at the floor.  He was not a happy camper, that was
for sure.  Royce thought he noticed tears in the boy eyes.  "Sit please,
I'll explain."

Royce sat but just as Harvey was about to explain the paramedics wheeled a
gurney out of the bedroom.  Cliff jumped to his feet rushing to the gurney.
"Mom, mom," He called in that crackling alto voice of prepubescent boys.
The paramedic stepped aside as the boy pressed his cheek to his mother's
body.  Her hand, a pasty white and very thin appendage, raised to touch his
arm.  "It will be all right son, we will take good care of her," the
paramedic said, placing his arm around Cliff's shoulders and steering him
toward Harvey.

Just at that point the other bedroom door opened and a smaller boy, perhaps
8 or 9, dressed in teddy bear pajamas and holding a large brown bear in his
arms, came bursting into the room.  He was on a dead run toward the gurney,
having dropped the bear, when Royce reached out and scooped him into his
arms.  Royce was surprised at his action, the boy was shocked, Harvey just
smiled.  "Take it easy, take it easy," Royce admonished, in a cool, slow
baritone voice.

Royce still holding the lad rose and carried him to the gurney.  The boy
bent over in his arms, kissing his mother on her cheek.  She whispered
something to him that Royce could not hear.  The boy straightened up and
Royce stepped back, making way for the Calgary EMS crew to exit.  Once the
hall door was closed Royce put the boy down, who immediately raced over to
retrieve his teddy.  Holding the stuffed animal close to his body, he
slowly advanced toward Royce.  Harvey was trying to comfort Cliff; who,
from what Royce could see, didn't want any comforting.

"Are you with him, I've seen you before, you live on the third floor, do
you know my mom?"

"No, I don't know your mom and I am not with Mr. Fanto and I do live on the
third floor and my name is Royce, what's yours?"

"Oh, I'm Romer but everyone calls me Rom, why did they take my mom away,
why is Cliff crying, you look like you just got out of bed?"

"Well little man, you sure are full of questions.  Why don't you hop up
here and we will let Mr. Fanto explain."  Rom hopped into Royce lap and
pressed the back of his head against Royce's chest.  As if programed,
Royce's long arms engulfed the boy and his bear.  Royce's hangover headache
seemed to vanish, that was good.  The boy sitting on his lap gave him a
very comfortable feeling, in his intellectual self, that was, he didn't
know what it was, but he guessed, good.  The boy's small butt pressing
against his manhood, giving him a different feeling, as his penis began to
stiffen, this was not good and he knew what it was.

Having settled Cliff down sufficiently to listen, Harvey explained the
situation to Royce.  This family was one of his clients, that was obvious.
Mrs. Rundle has AIDS, currently under control but one of the complications,
from the old style meds, had forced her to the hospital tonight.  The boys
have no supervision until he could arrange some.  He did not want to split
them up like last time or disrupt their schooling and finding a foster home
in this neighborhood, to take them together on such short notice, was
impossible.

"The social services cutbacks, in a province as rich as Alberta, is
unseemly," Royce thought.  Mr. Evers had offered to let them stay with him.
Rom's eyes were getting heavy, Harvey talked on and soon Rom was pressed
against Royce asleep.  Harvey had the knack of spinning any brief thought
or statement into a minor story.

Cliff was not so sure about any of this but his mom had told him to
cooperate with Mr. Fanto, so he would.  His cooperation was under protest,
just so everyone but Rom who was asleep, realized that.  Royce suggested
that they all adjourn to his apartment for the balance of the night.  "Do
you have your own key Cliff?"  Cliff nodded.  "Good then all you need to
bother with tonight are your pajamas and tooth brushes.  We can get what
ever else you need later.  I don't know about you but I need to sleep and
Rom is already there."  Cliff was a bit sullen as he went into the bedroom
and bathroom collecting the needed stuff.

"Thanks buddy, I own you big time, you know I would not have asked, on such
short notice, if it were for me, but."  Royce cut him off.

"I will collect big time too, smiling at his former roommate and friend.  I
only hope you know what your getting these boys into, saddling them with
me?"

"Probably better then you will ever imagine.  Royce you need them in your
life as much as they need you."

"What the hell was that to mean," Royce thought?  He did not need children
in his life, especially now.  His life had been one series of, one step
forward and two steps back for several years now.  Hell, it all started
when he and Harvey had split, hadn't it?  The year and a half they shared
the apartment and each other, was probably the best since he left school.
Here he was 26, single, drunk most days, bouncing from one bad relationship
to another, totally fed up with the single bars.  Striking out with both
male and female relationships.

Hell he didn't know what he wanted or what he should do.  He couldn't keep
him self together for more then a few days at a time, under the best of
conditions, how in hell would he look after two children.  Shit he didn't
even know where the boys would sleep.  His apartment was such a mess, even
he couldn't find stuff, let alone a place for these two precious children.
"Interesting word choice," he thought.  "Interesting I would use the
adjective precious."  He never thought of children in any terms but
bothersome, before.  But now as he carried the sleeping Rom in his arms, up
those two flights of stairs, no "this is stupid," he admonished himself.

"Reach in my right pocket Cliff and get the key please."  Cliff hesitantly
pushed his small hand into the tight pocket of Royce's jeans, pulling out
the keys.  Royce was about to make some rude comment, like he would to an
adult, but for once kept his mouth shut.  Four keys on a small rig with a
small leather fob.

Cliff examined them briefly, two car keys that said Ford, one front door
key like his own and one apartment door key, also like his, but different.
He inserted it into the lock and swung the door open.  Royce advanced to
his bed, the only uncluttered spot in the place and placed the sleeping boy
on it, pulling the duvet over him.  Cliff closed and locked the door,
looked around at the mess and just sighed.  Royce looked at his new friend
with his usual raised eyebrow expression of puzzlement.  Cliff a perceptive
lad got that nonverbal message.

"This place is one hell of a mess.  My mom would have a cow if she saw it."

"So would mine," Royce replied, thinking, "if she were alive to see it,"
but he knew better then to say that, given the circumstances.  "That was
twice in ten minutes," he thought, "am I learning?"

Cliff smiled and the ice had been broken.  Royce thought about some hair of
the dog but realized that he didn't have any left, the child was to young
to drink and it would not be responsible for him to do so anyway.  He knew
how much Harvey thought of all his child clients, he owed it to him, at
least try and be responsible.

"Coke or something?"

"Yes sir, coke would be fine sir."  Royce opened the frig and found about
all it contained was soft drinks and a few condiments.  He got two cokes,
handing one to Cliff.  Cliff opened his and looked for a place to sit.
"Just set that sfuff on the floor for now."  he did, clearing a seat at the
kitchen table.  The table was piled high as was every available piece of
counter space.

I don't want you readers to get the impression the place was dirty, it was
not.  In fact, it was very clean.  No dirty dishes to speak of, no pan's in
the sink or trash, garbage or uncleaned spills, just stuff.  Royce makes
his living as an artist and it was his work or unfinished parts of it, that
occupied everything.

"I know all about you, you know."

"Oh, you do now and just how did you come by all this useless knowledge?"

"Mr. Fanto told me you and he shared this apartment some time ago and that
you were a rather messy person.  He said, you may look and act like a man
but you were still a boy emotionally.  He told me you had no experience
with children, so I was to go easy on you.  He also told me you were the
most honest and straight up person he had ever known.  He said, you and I
would get along well, because neither of us had any use for phonies.  I've
seen you around the building too.  You seem to have lots of different
people staying with you but never for very long."

"That's because most of them turn out to be phonies."

"Like that man who dressed as a women."

"Ya like him or her or what ever.  He is not a phony because he is a
transvestite.  He is a phony because he is so wrapped up in himself, he can
see or feel nothing for or about anyone else."

"Your an artist?"

"Well yes, I try to make my living that way.  I'm lots of other things too,
things not even Harvey, Mr. Fanto knows about.  Look it is getting light, I
think we should get some sleep."

"Mr. Evers, where do I sleep?"

"That's a good question Cliff, the bed in the other room needs to be
cleared off, which I can do, its not a problem or the sofa or I am willing
to share.  Please call me Royce, when ever I here Mr. Evers, I think my
father must be close by."  Cliff chose the sofa and Royce found him a
blanket and pillow.

"Brush your teeth."

"Awh,"

"Brush, the paste is in the cabinet."  Royce could hear the lad's progress.
He was surprised at himself, was he becoming his father?  Cliff appeared at
the sofa and removed his pants and socks and shirt.  He must sleep in his
undies Royce thought.  Sure enough that was the case.  His young, very lean
smooth, body was eye candy for Royce.  He was not all that sexually
stimulated by the boy.  It was more the stimulation of a perfect, all be it
young, human form.  That artists eye is always active.

Cliff covered himself.  But not before Royce could see the lads underwear
was to small, thin and ready for replacement.  He tucked the lad in,
wanting to kiss his forehead, as his dad had so often done when he was a
boy.  Royce hesitated gently stroking his hair.  "A kiss good night?"
Cliff smiled up at his new friend.  Royce bent over, kissed his forehead
and softly told him, "Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."  It
slipped out, he was not going to say that.  Cliff giggled.  He had never
said that to a child before, he had not even heard it spoken since his
mother died.

Royce climbed into bed making sure Rom was covered.  Royce usually slept in
the "all together" but with two young boys in the house, he kept his briefs
on.  The lad was clutching his teddy bear, laying almost as Royce placed
him.  He looked so peaceful and almost angelic.  "He would make a good
model," Royce thought.  "Maybe a child series of some kind, hum."  He lay
in the semi light of the early morning, looking up at the celling but the
focus was poor, those damn tears were making it hard to see.

Harvey said he needed these boys but did he need to be reminded of his
mother?  Did he need to be reminded of her death when he was not much older
then Cliff, of the pain and loss and loneliness?  Is that what Harvey was
alluding too, by them needing him.  Someone who had experienced his mother
dying right before your eyes and the feeling of total helplessness, of not
being able to do anything about it.  He had felt sorry for himself for all
these years. "What could he teach them, how to do that, how to screw up
their lives like he was screwing up his?"

Schoosh -woosh - clickity clack - clickity clack - schoosh - woosh - ding,
ding, ding.  schoosh - woosh - Royce stretched for the phone, this time he
knew where it was but something was blocking his progress.  Cliff moved a
bit and Rom sat up, that allowed him to stop the damn racket.  Royce sat up
and in doing so pulled the covers away from his two little bed partners.
The boys reacted by pressing their bodies tight to him and pulling the
cover up.

"Royce Evers."

"Good morning buddy, I hope I didn't disturb your slumber again."

"Yes you did but I guess it is that time of the day anyway.  What news?"

"Mrs. Rundle is resting well, in room 727 at Foothills Hospital.  Visiting
hours are... would you bring...."  The boys pressed against his body and
they shared each other's warmth and presence.  Like he and Junior had, when
they were young, snuggling with dad.  It's not like snuggling with mom.
Men and boys share something different, subtle but different.

"This phone is way cool, a steam engine.  I'll bet you have lots of cool
stuff underneath all this clutter."

"And good morning to you too."  Royce leaned over and kissed Cliff on the
forehead.  His face was smiling even before and was even wider now.  He
turned to Rom and kissed his forehead.  "Yes it is cool, unless you have a
major hangover.  Now I guess we got to get our day started, oh my it is
late, anyone hungry?"

"That was a dumb question to ask of boys, of course they are hungry," he
thought.  "I wonder why Cliff came in to my bed," he questioned himself?
"I've slept on that sofa, it is not that uncomfortable."

Cliff went to his apartment to retrieve fresh clothing for himself and Rom
while Royce and Rom took a shower.  Rom was thrilled to be showering at
all, he usually just gets baths, and with his new friend, well that was
just too much.  Royce shampooed the lad's hair, soaped his body then his
own.  Rom was a small kid and very thin.  Not undernourished but just very
thin.  The kid was so small he almost disappeared in the large bath towel
Royce used the dry him off.

He ran naked around the place, dressing one article of clothing at a time
and inspecting the piles of clutter in-between.  Something would attract
his attention and he was off, regaining temporary focus and then off again.
Cliff was a bit more modest, slipping into the shower while Royce was
shaving.  Royce was fond of standing in from of the sink naked after his
shower; to shave and brush his long sandy locks which seemed to have a mind
of their own about how they would lay.  He left a dry towel on the toilet,
telling Cliff and exited the bathroom.  Royce had a good look at his body
in the mirror, he could see for an 11 year old, Cliff was also very slim,
was blond and had a few freckles and no appreciable body hair yet.

Cliff had a good look at Royce too.  Royce is just under six feet, sandy
hair, smooth skin, wide shoulders, long legs with a small round butt.  He
presents himself with a gentle masculine air, a baritone voice, modest
amount of body hair and the look of someone into fitness.  He is not that
fit, he just looks that way.  Royce is well hung, with large low slung
testicles and a short thick penis that expands to over 19 cm (seven
inches), when erect.