Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 14:09:08 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Chinook 4

Chinook
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


4: More Getting Organized

"Did you pick your puppy," Cliff asked?

"No, he picked me," Cliff and Royce gave Rom an incredulous look, "I was
playing with all the puppies and when I went to leave he started to cry and
wimpier until I picked him up."  Rom opened a button on his jean jacket and
this little golden puppy face, with shiny black eyes and a bright pink
tongue, peaked out.

"Does he have a name?"

"Yep, I called him Tumble, because he tries to run and tumbles over his own
feet.  Grandpa said he was the runt."  With that Rom streaked across the
barn yard.  "Aunt Mary, aunt Mary can I show my puppy to the pony?"
Grandpa was hot on the lad's trail with his new video-cam in hand.

"Ok son, now this is very important.  Always keep a supply of sugar cubes
and carrots in your pocket and reward Zephyr often, when ever he does
something correctly.  You should be the only person to give him sugar.  Pet
him and praise him often.  Never get angry and never yell at him.  If he
does something incorrectly, don't give the sugar or carrot, gently tell him
what you want him to do and always pet or stroke him while you do the
telling.  Horse and rider are a team, they need to trust each other.  They
need to be friends, so go make a friend."  Cliff was to walk around the
large coral leading his horse, talking to it, making friends.

Royce went off to see what Rom was doing.  When he returned the horse was
following Cliff, the lead was completely slack.  Royce called him but with
a fresh breeze from the west, Cliff did not hear.  Zephyr snorted to get
Cliff's attention.  Wow, was all Royce could say.  He had never seen a boy
and horse bond so quickly.  What was even more impressive was what
followed.  Cliff dropped the lead and started to walk toward Royce.  Zephyr
stayed put, the lead was down he stayed.  Cliff realized his error, ran the
few steps back to his horse, gave him a sugar cube and spoke to him.  The
horse kind on nodded, at least that is what Royce thought he saw.  The boy
placed the lead in the horses mouth and ran to Royce with Zephyr right
behind him.  Cliff stopped, Zephyr stopped and dropped the lead.  Cliff
reached round and patted his mussel.

"I think we are ready to ride, don't you?"

"Yes I guess so.  Do you know what to do?"

"Ya, you put your left foot in the stirrup and mount up like a bicycle."

"Take the lead off first and don't forget your helmet."  Cliff handed Royce
the lead and Royce handed Cliff the helmet.

"Awh, I won't fall off just walking in the coral."

"And if Zephyr throws you off?"

"He wouldn't do that dad, he's my friend.  Would you throw me off Zephyr?"
The horse shook his head sending the helmet flying out of Cliff's hand and
over the coral fence.  It was a bit of a stretch but Cliff made it up into
the saddle and picked up the rains from the saddle horn.

"Ok now tell him what you want him to do, use your feet against his ribs
and a gentle tug on the rains for right or left.  Use verbal commands gee
for left and haw for right, in conjunction with physical signals."  Cliff
patted Zephyr's neck and said lets walk, pressing his heals against the
animals ribs.  Zephyr began to slowly walk around the coral.  Cliff kept
telling him how well he was doing and Zephyr was holding his head high with
pride.  Cliff was getting the idea of how to steer and Zephyr was slowly
picking up speed.  It seemed like every circuit was a little faster then
the last.  As they hit a full trot Cliff's small butt was receiving a
gentle put persistent pounding.  Royce figured he would get the hang of
posting befor long.  Cliff did.

Grandpa and the boys headed into a near by pasture and Royce and Mary-Jo
took their mounts in the other direction for a hard and relatively long
run.  Cliff was not all that pleased at first, since grandpa insisted he
wear his helmet like Rom.  "Novice riders on novice horses need helmets."
Rom did not seem to mind.  He had an old back pack, Royce had used to cary
his school books in, on his back with Tumble looking out the open top and
his own pony, he was one happy little boy.  Between the copious stills and
dad's new video recording all this, he was certain to have more then enough
material for his first boy series of paintings.

"Thanks little brother," Mary-Joe said, as they slowly crossed the last
field before the barn.

"Thanks for what?"

"For sharing your new family with dad and me.  Thanks for being you.  By
the way did you know that puppy has not been weaned yet?"

"No."

"That's Ok, I have enough formula in my truck until you get back to the
city."

"We can't have animals in our apartment building, its against the rules."

"Well, I guess you will just have to bend the rules for another week, your
good at that as I recall."

"Ya, but don't tell the boys how good until they are a lot older, like over
21."  His sister always did have his number.  "I figured you would
disapprove of this."

"And when has my approval or disapproval ever influenced you before."

"Good point."

"In all seriousness can you afford to take care of the boys over the long
term?"

"Probably not if we continue to live in Calgary but do you think dad will
stand for that.  He wants his grandchildren close at hand and with Junior
in Edmonton and you still childless; I don't imagine my economic position
improved or not, will matter much, do you?"

"What does Mrs. Rundle think?"

"Don't know, about the same as mom would have, I guess ... you know dad
expects them here for July and August."

"Yes and he is pressuring me to move my office from Nanton to the ranch,
has he offered you studio space yet?"

"No, but I figure it is only a matter of time."

"What will you do?"

"I think I will accept, at least for the summer, that should take the
pressure off you, for a while anyway.  I figure you need to be in a center
like Nanton but I can paint or draw anyplace that is warm and dry.  I also
think the boys will benefit from this kind of environment."

After they got back from the ride Mary showed Rom how to prepare the milk
based formula for Tumbler.  She had some special feeding bottles, a lot
like baby bottles but with larger and stronger nipples.  A puppies milk
teeth are sharp.  Unfortunately puppies don't have dippers so poor Rom was
cleaning things up a lot.  Cliff had warmed to the dog but it was obvious
he was Rom's and other humans were tolerated; good for petting and tummy
scratching but if Rom was in the room, it was his attention the animal
wanted and demanded.  After their baths Rom and Tumblers that is, Royce
read them some stories.  Junior's old room had two single beds, just right
for two young brothers.  Rom insisted on sleeping with Tumbler so Royce
tucked the two in.  As long as Rom was in bed and under the covers it was
all right with Tumbler.  Young boys and puppies play hard and sleep hard,
they were both out before Royce turned off the light.  Cliff being so much
older, all of two years, he got to stay up later.  Grandpa taught him how
to play Cribbage.

Royce had hours of video and still editing ahead of him.  Later he checked
on the boys, brushed his teeth and settled into his old room.  This had
been one hell of a period.  Royce had not had a sexual partner for two
weeks now.  He was beginning to feel deprived.  He had nothing against auto
eroticism.  In fact, he rather enjoyed it.  Royce managed to masturbate at
least once a day, usually in his shower; often assuming a wide stance,
spreading his legs apart and stimulating his testicles and anus with this
hand held shower head.  Tonight he was alone again, in his bed, the same
bed he had so often masturbated in as an adolescent.  His hands drifted to
his swollen penis, the left fondling his testes and right gripping his
penis and slowly pumping, allowing his fingers to spread precome over its
head.  He used his briefs to catch the ejaculate and drifted off.

Royce was dreaming, getting the last of that all important REM sleep, he
dreamt of men and women, he dreamt of oral pleasures, of anal pleasures, of
vaginal pleasures, he ejaculated.  Royce had not had a wet dream since he
was a teen but then he had not gone without some form of shared sexual
contact for more then a few days, since he was a teen.

Royce was being woken up.  He opened one eye.  Yes this was his room, the
same one he had always had.  Yes this was his father home, the same one he
grew up in.  Something was different this time, his half awake, half still
dreaming brain, was trying to make sense of it, this new and strange
feeling.  He had felt it before but never in this context.  He pried open
his other eye and once focused, saw the smiling faces of his boys.  The
wide grin of joy and happiness.  They were standing by his bed.  What was
it?  What is wet and warm and rough and blond and furry and cold all at the
same time.  Only one thing produces such sensations on a sleeping man's
face.  A dog, a dog licking your face, pressing his cold nose against your
warm flesh.

Just as he was about to move Rom scooped his puppy from Royce's chest
laughing and giggling.  Well there are worst ways to be woken up, like that
damn train phone.  He smiled.  "And good morning to you too."  The boys
giggled again and ran out calling to grandpa that dad was awake.  The old
man must have sent them to get him up.  Royce had woken up with a monster
erection.  The boys had seen the bulging in his briefs before, they thought
that was funny too.  Prepubescent boys think lots of things are funny,
especially bodily functions.  By the time Royce got himself dressed and
collected, Rom was just about finished feeding Tumbler.  Tumbler would
sleep for a bit now that his tummy was full, Royce thought.  He thought
wrong.  That puppy was just like his young master, or more accurately his
human brother, full speed ahead, taking no prisoners.
........................

Calgary's early spring weather had done its usual magic, turning cold and a
bit wet.  Several dumps of wet snow, which lasted the better part of a day,
along with over cast and rain set in.  Royce and the boys made daily trips
to the hospital.  Jewely seemed to be recovering, at least a bit.  She had
some color and did not become so exhausted as before.  She now had a
roommate, an older lady suffering with complications of type two diabetes.
Once stabilized she would probably go home.

Jewely watched the movies of Cliff and Rom interacting with their animals.
Royce could see how happy this made her and made sure to bring in new ones
every week.  Royce became the puppies other buddy by the end of the week,
since he was home with it and feeding him during the day.  After the third
week in the regular hospital and three different roommates, Jewely was
moved to an extended care facility.  This place was more easily accessed by
transit but Royce still brought the boys.  In this facility she had a
privet room and a great wall to hang the portrait and some of Royce's other
art.  He was making good progress on the concept sketches for his Boy
Series and would leave working sketches with her for several days at a
time, until a new one was ready.

After the move to the extended care facility Harvey began stopping by the
apartment more often.  He was getting some pressure to place the boys in
"proper" foster care, with licensed foster parents.  Royce was glad for the
money social services was prepared to pay him but if he had to loose that,
so be it.  Social Services was not willing to continue paying for an empty
apartment beyond the end of June and it did not look like Jewely would be
out of the care home any time soon.  Royce could deal with that he figured,
Jewely didn't have all that much stuff anyway.  Harvey was only doing his
job, Royce knew that.  Harvey had collected statements from the school and
others, attesting to Royce's fitness as a foster parent and if push came to
shove would use the temporary guardianship but once in the system it is
damn hard to get them out.

Junior came down to Calgary and after a meeting at the extended care
facility with Harvey, Royce and Jewely, he proceeded to file for adoption
but once granted that would cut off any help from Social Services.  In the
intervening time Junior wrote several letters to Social Services on behalf
of the boys, to try and forestal any rearrangements that might upset them
or Jewely.  Harvey did not see any problems from the Calgary office but one
never knows about Edmonton bureaucrats.

Royce had sold several more works of art and for the moment anyway, his
financial position was reasonably secure.  He could not believe his good
fortune.  All his reserve was now on display, that would make a total of 15
non commissioned works.  He had not had any new commissions for about 6
months but having delivered his most recent, the piece he had been working
on when the boys came to live with him, he received another large payment.
Large for him anyway.  He needed to make a lot more money on an annual
basis, if he was to properly support his new family.

It never occurred to Royce, this new family was totally changing his life.
It never occurred to him, his commitment to these boys was life long.  It
never occurred to him, for the next 10 or 15 years his was number two and
these boys were number one in his life.  He never thought about any of
that, all he knew was, he would do and was doing, what he believed to be
the right thing for the boys.  Royce, while he was reluctant to admit it,
also knew it was the right thing for himself.  .......................

Tadd and Royce wound up screwing one of the girls at the same time.  Royce
shoved his cock up her ass while Tadd pounded her pussy.  The feel of
Tadd's cock running along side of his inside of her was one super turn on.
Royce though the feeling of the other mans penis sliding by his within the
confines of her bowel was even more stimulating then the butt fucking
itself; the sex act he favored, be it male or female.

Jeff was laying on the bed, receiving head from the other two girls while
Tadd and Royce were screwing the blond.  Royce was being turned on by
watching Jeff's cock go from mouth to mouth.  His attention had drifted
from his present task until he realized he was ejaculating in Tracy's ass,
he pulled out to let Tadd finish.  Royce got off of the bed and went over
to where Jeff was and Mandy and Sherry were sucking on him, Royce laid down
next to him.  Royce really thought that maybe the girls would try to revive
his cock until Jeff reached over and started jacking him off.

Mandy reached over and started playing with his testicles while she
engulfed his penis in her mouth. It felt so cool.  Between her oral
ministrations and his active hand didn't want Jeff to stop, but about that
time he shot his load all over the girls' faces.  Royce was now fully hard,
so Mandy jumped onto him and slid down over his erection, Jeff's ejaculate
dripping off of her face and onto her breasts.  Royce liked sex.  Most
human persons like sex.  Royce liked it with girls or boys.  He liked it
oral, anal, vaginal, manual or with toys.  He had only two addictions in
his life, at least to this point of it, sex and art.

Jeff started eating out Sherry, as Royce reached over and grabbed his cock
to jack him; he smiled before his face disappeared between her legs.  Jeff
and the other were bisexual, Royce always felt lucky to have found so many
other bisexuals living in his neighborhood.  Royce felt him getting harder
and harder in his hand and finally he pulled away to slide into Sherry.

Mandy finally got Royce off, catching him off guard, going over to where
Tadd was fucking Tracy she started licking Tadd's balls.  That put Tadd
over the edge and Royce could see his come dribbling out of Tracy's pussy.
Mandy did, too, and she started lapping it up. Tadd slid out and she sucked
his cock clean, then she started licking the ejaculate out of Tracy.  Tadd
stood up to watch it, and he turned to see what Royce was doing.  Tadd
didn't realize Royce was so close to the bed, or maybe he did as his cock
slapped Royce in the face.

Instead of moving away, Tadd just stood there, his cock just above Royce's
lips as an invitation.  It got closer and closer to his mouth, and the next
pushing the head of his cock into Royce's open and inviting mouth.  Royce
had few preferences as to being giver or receiver he just liked sex.

It was so great, the taste of Tadd's cock drove him crazy.  Royce could
smell the sweat and the come in his crotch.  Tadd started to fuck his face,
his cock getting hard again in Royce's mouth.  He laid down on the bed next
to Royce, his head down toward his crotch, and after a few minutes, Royce
felt something warm engulfing his cock.  He'd started licking it.  Royce
got hard again, very quickly as Nad sucked his manhood into his mouth,
taking it deep into his throat.

Royce walked the short block home, thinking that was a nice way to spend an
afternoon, fucking with your friends.  Well they were not friends in the
sense of good buddies.  They were people Royce knew reasonable well and
felt comfortable having sex with.  What he really needed was his butt
fucked.  That did not happen on this day, perhaps it would in the not to
distant future.  .....................


4a: The Business of Art, is the Art of Business

"Here is my idea."  Royce laid out his concept sketches for Richard Hutton
the gallery owner.  "I will do these in "Acrylic On Canvas" as a series of
15, these 10 sketches represent the general theme and style."

"Royce, I think this is excellent and we can handle the series."

"I need to make a lot more cash from this series now that I have real
responsibilities.  I was thinking of originals and a folio series of
limited editions, perhaps based on a subscription.  That would mean the
paintings go on display but can't be sold or if they are, must still hang
here until all 15 are done and folio produced."

"You know that is brilliant.  I think we can handle that, I wonder if we
both could make even more money.  If we took orders for the folio and only
produced about as many prints as we have orders for, to make up the folio;
then you could use the same separations but not the plates, to make posters
or non limited editions, on a work by work basis," Hutton said.

"In that case we should not sell the originals at least not until the other
commercial things are taken care of."

"With 15 LTD's in the folio it would be be very expensive," Richard Hutton
commented.

"True," Royce said.

"Perhaps we should just go with the 10 you have ready, no better yet, why
not go with The Boy Series: A, B and C of 5 each.  If you can get these 5
ready for this year's Stampede, we could release at that time and start
taking orders.  That will keep the folio cost to something like 7 or 8 K
each.  We could ask for 25% down and give a discount if ordered before the
end of August and close the ordering say October 31st.  How does that
sound?  We should not promise a limit and I will give a framing discount if
they are all done at once in my shop.  If we release at Christmas and
Stamped we can keep this going for some time."

............................

"Junior, I need your help again.  I am using the boys as models for a
series of paintings and I think they should have some kind of contract and
be fairly compensated."

"That is correct, lets pay them a token in cash and put the remainder into
RESP (Registered Educational Savings Plan), which I will administer as
trustee.  I'll send you the papers and instructions like I did before."

"Will you be bringing the girls to the ranch this summer?'

"I don't think dad would be very happy if I didn't, besides they need to
meet their new cousins don't you think?  I assume Rom will share his pony?"

"Yes, I think, and I also think a Girl Series may be in order."

"Lets see how the Boy Series goes over first, little brother.  Unlike you,
I have a spouse to deal with.  She will need some convincing but the
quality of your work should do that for us."

"Tell Marcy I love her.  By the way what are your plans for the May long
weekend?"  (In Canada the long weekend in May is the closest to the 24th
and is a hold over from colonial times.  It is Queen Victoria's Day, well
the Queen of England is still the Queen of Canada, and the official head of
state is still the Queen's representative who is called the Governor
General.  Most were good men but since the 1950's they have been Canadian
born men and women, many outstanding and remembered for more then an
athletic trophy like Grey, Bing or Stanley.)

"This year we are spending the weekend with Marcy's family in Sherwood
Park."  (Sherwood Park is the worlds largest hamlet just east of Edmonton.
It has over 50 thousand residents in the urban part and another plus 30
thousand in the rural portion.  "Only in Canada, you say!")

...................

"Harvey, I can't afford to buy a house, even if I had the down payment,
which I don't, you know how cash-flow is for independent artists."

"I know that but I also know if you want the adoption to go smoothly,
showing the court that you are able to provide a "good home" for the boys
will help."

"Is there something your not telling me?"

"Yes, but not that I don't want to, I am hampered by departmental rules.  I
think you should have the boy's solicitor dig into the department's files.
That's all I can say."

"That's enough and this conversation never happened."