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January 4 – 14, 1989
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It was just after New Year's Day, 1989. Chris was back in school, and Bill and Dylan had returned to the community center. Dylan, was now 10 months old.
"Hey Bill, welcome back. Ready to spin up preparations for summer camp?" The Center director said poking his head into Bill's office.
"A little early, dontcha think? All I have to do is change the dates on the flyers and send then to the printer." Bill replied.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Ah, you aren't thinking of taking Dylan along this year, are you?" he asked stepping into the office.
"Well yeah, I am. Why?"
"Well, the camp director and I were talking on the phone verifying our reservation for this year, and he indicated that the camp insurance doesn't allow campers under the age of 11."
"Okay," was all Bill said.
"Are you going to be able to make other arrangements for him?"
"They seemed ok with him being there last year. He's not exactly a camper, he doesn't eat their food or participate in any of their activities."
"Yeah, he mentioned that too, said all the campers really enjoyed him, kinda like a mascot. Then he got a call from the insurance company who heard he was there, and told them their policy didn't allow anyone that age."
"Damn."
"So, then I got to looking at our insurance, and found similar wording."
"But we have kids here all the time." Bill pointed out.
"Yes, for special events, like Family Night Swim and Satur-game-day. Those events are specific inclusions. According to the policy Dylan is considered a member due to his regular attendance even though he doesn't pay for a membership.
"Damn!" Bill said again, with a higher tone in his voice and more emphasis. "Have you checked with the carrier, see if I could take out a special policy to cover him or something?"
"No, I didn't want to stir up a hornet's nest, I thought we could take care of this internally and leave the insurance company out of it."
"So, you're asking me to leave Dylan at home till he can become a member at age 7?"
"I'm afraid so," the director agreed.
"That's going to severely affect the hours I can work. Let me work on it a couple days, see what I can do. I'll still teach the computer lab tomorrow; I'll have Chris stay home and cover Dylan for me."
"I knew you'd understand, we'll work around your schedule till you get it sorted out, and get back on a regular schedule. Thanks Bill."
The director thought he'd dodged a bullet. If only he knew what he had started.
When Bill packed up to head home, he packed all the baby stuff he normally leaves in the office, and took it with him.
That night Bill told Chris, "I need you to come straight home from school tomorrow to take care of Dylan while I teach the computer lab."
"But, I'm in that class," Chris complained.
"I know buddy, but apparently there is a problem with Dylan being in in the center. They said he's too young. They've asked me to stop bringing him in."
"That sucks!"
"I agree, I'm gonna have to look into child care if I'm going to continue volunteering."
Bill, was agitated the entire next day at home about what the center had asked him to do. He needed antacids to settle his stomach. He'd see Dylan playing in his pen and realized he couldn't leave him with a babysitter. His thoughts throughout the day obsessed on the Community Center and their insensitive attitude.
What really irritated him was the director's unwillingness to even attempt a compromise; the director wouldn't even talk to the insurance company. It churned inside him.
Chris came home after school and took over for Bill so he could get to the after-school class. Bill was distracted while teaching. When it was over, he sat in his office and looked at where the baby items had been, but were now, just empty spaces.
He pulled a business card from his wallet and called the (714) area code number in Laguna Beach, CA.
"Million Dollar Homes, Aaron McKinney speaking."
"Aaron, it's Bill Foreman. Say, I'm still thinking about it. Is the offer still on the table?"
"I haven't made any new friends that I'd like living next door, in the past 3 weeks, so, yeah, it's still available. What's going on buddy? You sound upset."
"Yeah, I am." He told Aaron what the center director had done to him yesterday.
"Oh, I'm sorry Bill, that really sucks."
"That's exactly what Chris said too."
"So, what are you thinking?"
"If we move to Laguna Beach, Chris loses his best friend, his boyfriend, Willie. Hell, he loses all his friends, except Sean."
"Well, he'll have Tim and Tom as big brothers, and John and Eliza visit occasionally. That is a tough call though. Kids are resilient, he'll get over it. He'll find new friends in school."
"Most of his friends are through the Community Center."
"Laguna Beach has a YMCA. Tommy keeps trying to get me to volunteer there. He'd LOVE to have you."
"That's all good, but try explaining that to a kid, who's lost his mother and is about to lose his best friend in the whole world that helped him through that time. They're more than friends, they're boyfriends."
"Oh, I see. I didn't realize they were THAT close. Willie could always come to visit. Hell, we'll fly him down in the jet if that helps. Holidays, spring break, Thanksgiving, Christmas especially, whenever he needs. He could even come for the whole summer."
"Not sure that would be enough for Chris," Bill said sounding dejected.
"Have you asked him yet?"
"No, I need to talk to him. I'm doing it tonight. Thanks for listening and keeping the offer open. I'll let you know how it goes."
In his mind, he was ready to take Aaron up on his offer, Chris would be disappointed at moving away, but kids get moved away from friends all the time. Look at the military families. He'll get over it once he makes new friends and swims nude in the Pacific Ocean on Steve's Beach.
Bill's emotions were all over the place. He was pleased the offer was still open. He was disappointed at the action of camp. But the Community Center? That just incensed him. Almost 12 years and they tell him not to come in with his kid! The more he thought about it, the more furious he became. They took away the one thing that gave him a reason to stay in Hibbing.
They wouldn't even contact the insurer to see if something could be worked out. They didn't want to rock the boat.
"Fuck them!" Bill yelled at his office walls.
He looked around his now nearly empty office, a few books he took to camp, some certificates for his volunteer work. He found a bag. He lined the bottom with his books, he wouldn't need them here anymore, if he wasn't going to camp. He looked through his drawers. A couple pictures from the wedding in California, Dylan's first nude event. It only served to strengthen his resolve. A pen and pencil set with his name on it, another gift from the center. He hesitated deciding whether to take it home, he threw it back in the drawer. A set of large plastic keys that Dylan chewed on and a pacifier he missed yesterday. A phone book of important contacts, it had come in handy when he took down Saeed at the Quik-E Mart. It made him wonder how he was doing back in his native Iran. He dropped it in the bag. `An entire office where I've worked for 12 years, and this was all there is?' he thought, looking down in the half-empty bag.
He took the master key off his key ring that opened every door in the center, and left it in the center drawer. He left the certificates for his years of volunteer work on the wall to remind them of him and his 12 years. He was. . . disappointed. Crushed.
He walked to his car and for a couple minutes just sat behind the wheel. He looked over at the bag of stuff he was taking home. He started the car and drove off. He didn't feel like cooking, so he picked up some fried chicken dinners from the Courtyard Cafe.
He was met at the back door by a nude Chris holding Dylan, which elevated his attitude considerably. Who could stay upset when a giggling baby responds to your voice as Dylan had begun to do. "Anyone else here tonight?" he asked Chris, never knowing if any of his friends might be hanging around. Bill traded the bag from the office and the bag of chicken dinners for his bubbling baby boy.
"Nope, just us. Why did you bring this stuff home?" Chris asked looking into the bag from the office and recognizing most of the stuff.
"That's something we need to talk about later tonight, after dinner, please."
Bill put Dylan in his highchair, and went about making his soft foods dinner, while Chris got out plates and silverware to upgrade their Styrofoam take-out to dine-in sophistication. Bill slipped out of his clothes before sitting down to dinner.
Bill ate more slowly than Chris, having to feed the baby as he ate too, so Chris always got excused from the table first. Bill finished up, put Dylan in his playpen, and went into the living room to talk with Chris. Chris even paused his game.
"So, I told you yesterday that there was a problem with Dylan being in in the center. That they said he's too young, and they've asked me to stop bringing him in."
"Yeah, that still sucks."
"Well, I talked with Aaron, down in Laguna Beach today. Remember that house he was trying to sell me?"
"Yeah."
"It's still available, and I'm thinking of buying it." Bomb dropped. Where's the shrapnel going to land?
"And we'd move to California?" He asked excitedly with a very happy expression on his face.
"Yes." Bill replied in an equally up-beat tone.
Then Chris' face started to melt as the realization of the consequences of that statement sunk in.
`Awe shit, here comes the shrapnel.' Bill thought to himself.
Chris said the same thing every kid says in this situation, "But my friends are here! I don't wanna leave them. I can't leave Willie! I LOVE WILLIE! And all the other guys. No. I won't go. You can't make me." Chris stormed off stomping his feet as he climbed the stairs and ran down the hall, slamming the door to his bedroom as he entered. A door he never closes.
"Well, that couldn't have gone any worse," he told Dylan. Dylan blew some bubbles.
Bill followed Chris up to his room and stood quietly outside the door. He could hear Chris crying in his room. Then another cry could be heard, from downstairs, something had upset Dylan and he was crying too. Bill gave up on talking to Chris and went to soothe Dylan's issue.
A wet diaper was all that was wrong. If only repairing Chris' crushed world were as easy as changing a diaper. He went upstairs to the closed door again. The crying had stopped, "Chris?" he softly said.
"WHAT!" came the angry reply.
"Aaron said he would fly Willie down in the jet. Holidays, spring break, Thanksgiving, Christmas at Natural Arches, he could even come for the whole summer."
"What about all my other friends? Does he have a plane big enough for all of them?" came from inside the room.
Any answer to that wouldn't go over well, so Bill didn't even try.
Then, the phone rang, downstairs, so he left Chris to further wallow in his self-pity.
"Hello!" Bill snapped, at the unsuspecting caller on the other end.
"Shit, sorry, should I call back later? You sound more upset." Aaron said.
"Sorry Aaron, I'm trying to talk with Chris, and it's not going too well."
"Well, yeah, that's coming across loud and clear."
"He wants to know if you have a plane big enough for all of his friends." Bill said.
"Ouch, little guy has quite a bite, doesn't he? Well, that's why I called back, I have an idea."
"I'm all out of ideas, let's hear yours."
"Move Willie here with him."
"Did you forget he has a mother?"
"No, I didn't forget. You said Pam manages your mini-market, right?"
"Yeah. . ."
"We have mini-markets in southern California too, and I'm willing to bet we have more per square mile than you do. She could manage one here.
"Do you remember seeing the one on PCH just above my place?" Aaron asked.
"What's PCH?"
"Oh, sorry, Pacific Coast Highway. It's that 4-lane divided road at the top of Seacliff Drive. Right across the street was a 7-Eleven with two gas islands. You probably thought it was a gas station, because it is, but it's a mini-market too. It'll never be a community market like you described, where everybody holds hands and sings Kum-Ba-Yah, but these places make money between the gas and lottery tickets.
"You can use your Miss Piggy Merchandising, LLC to buy it. You'll just have to register it in California as a foreign LLC. Tommy can do that for you."
"That's, Miss Sally Merchandising."
Piggy, Sally, what's the difference.
Miss Sally is Mr. Bill's girlfriend."
"You have a girlfriend now?"
"No. Not me. The Mr. Bill clay-animation figure."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind, I can tell you about it later."
"I'm going have Tommy, do his thing and investigate the market. If he decides it's worth pursuing, he can take care of everything. Simple."
"I assume there's some money that gets fronted for this?"
"Yeah, half a million, maybe. I don't really know."
"That's a lot."
"You can't think like you're in Minnesota, this is California. A market like this takes in more in a week, than yours does in a whole year."
"Look I need to go talk to Chris, he's up in his room crying. I'll go see if Willie going with us would be enough. Talk to ya later."
Bill walked back upstairs and sat on the floor next to Chris' closed door.
"Hey Buddy, that was our friend, Aaron on the phone. He made an interesting suggestion. What if Willie and his mom could move with us to California. She could manage a mini-market there just as well as she can here."
It was quiet on the other side of the door. Bill wasn't sure if Chris might have fallen asleep or something. But then the knob turned and the door slowly opened.
There had been tears, but they had been wiped away leaving horizontal streaks on his cheeks. "You'd do that for me and Willie?" He flopped down on the floor inside the doorway, opposite Bill.
"I'll have to talk with Pam, and there'd be some scrambling around, to get it accomplished, but I'm willing to see if we can make it happen. Her being willing to move isn't exactly within my control. She could say no." Bill explained the problems that may lay ahead.
"Willie told me he wants to move there when we do, when we were on the beach playing in the water. And he said you'd be dumb not to buy that house."
"Well, that's on the plus side. And I've realized I gotta agree with him," Bill admitted.
"You know, most parents that move, just make their kids move with them." Chris explained.
"So, sue me for taking your feelings into account."
"Thanks dad. I'm sorry I was being such a shithead about it, and sorry I slammed the door so hard. It was a lot harder than I meant it to be."
"It's ok buddy, I don't think you broke anything."
"Oh, good, I was afraid the pictures in the hall might have fallen off."
Bill and Chris were able to laugh over that and they hugged, and they sat on the floor talking about Southern California until Bill remembered Dylan was still in his playpen.
Bill got up, but Chris stayed on the floor. "Dad, if Willie can't go, it's ok. I'll go with you and make new friends down there."
"I love you so much." He said helping Chris off the floor.
"Yeah, but you're supposed to, I'm your son." He got a playful slap on the butt for that one.
"But that's why I'm going with you, otherwise I could go live with Willie." He was out of Bill's reach when he said that, thankfully. His butt safe for now.
"Don't tell Willie, till after I talk with his mom." Bill said from the stairs.
Willie and his mom were home, but it was too late tonight to get together and this is something you don't do over the phone. So, he called and invited them over for dinner tomorrow night for the purpose of discussing the market. That wasn't even a lie, they would have to discuss her replacement if she agreed to the plan.
First thing after Chris left for school, Bill called Aaron. It went to the answering machine, and Bill announced, "I'll take it! Call me back."
Aaron returned the call an hour and 45 minutes later. "Good morning, Bill, you do realize there is a two-hour time difference between Minnesota and California? You left a message at 5:45 a.m."
"I'm sorry, I forgot about that. But at least you got my message."
"So, what is it you'll take?"
"The house. We'll take the house, Chris told me he'd move with me, even if Willie can't move. He even apologized for being a shithead."
"You better keep that kid. When is the conversation with Willie's mom?"
"Tonight, I'm having her over for dinner to discuss the market."
"Call me sometime after dinner to let me know how it goes, not before breakfast."
"Alright, talk to you later."
While Chris was in school Friday, Bill began making plans. They would have to live with Aaron and Jenifer at first, so he made a list called `Need in Laguna' for things they would need as soon as they arrived and for the first several months.
All the baby things Aaron and Jenifer brought to Minnesota would have to go back with them, at least whatever he hadn't outgrown already. Clothes could go, some at least. Their heavy winter stuff wouldn't be needed there, and less flannel, and more shorts. Any other clothes could wait, he'd probably need new clothes by spring based on how fast he was growing. Even his dick was getting bigger, fatter and longer, nearing 4" already. So was Willie's willie, it was growing at about the same rate.
Aaron and Jenifer had four open bedrooms and Bill could get by with just one, two if Willie and Pam go. Bill could take one room with Chris and Dylan, they were large rooms, and Pam and Willie could take the other till construction was complete. Pam and Willie could even live with Bill after the move, his new house had 5,800 square feet over three levels. And on the other side of PCH, were plenty of apartments and town houses Pam could choose from if she preferred her own place.
He went out to the garage to see if anything there needed to go. He certainly wouldn't need Chris' favorite masturbation machine, the riding lawn mower, his new place wouldn't have any grass. He would miss not having grass, but then he didn't have a beach and an ocean here in Hibbing. Or 82° days in the winter. He spotted camping equipment, and added the pie irons and roasting forks he'd won playing BINGO, to the `Need in Laguna' list. They would be useful on trips to Natural Arches or those campgrounds on Ortega Highway.
Then he looked at his 1984 BMW 3 Series. He loved it when he was single, but now hated it. Hated wrestling with the front seat every time he had to put Dylan in his car seat in the back. He dropped what he was doing, grabbed Dylan, the stroller, and his checkbook. He drove to the Chrysler dealer's lot, and drove slowly through it. Didn't see anything that reached out and grabbed him. He drove on north. He had an idea of what he was looking for, but needed to find the right one.
He drove up the road that fronted the Ford dealer. He spotted it. The vehicle reached out and pulled him into the lot. Kinda like love at first sight, but not really love, more like appreciation of a fine machine. He parked, got the stroller out, wrestled with the front seat for the last fucking time, and he and Dylan started walking the line of new Ford Explorers. The salesman hustled out to catch up.
Bill liked the salesman. He wasn't an asshole like most car salesmen. Still too young for that yet. He showed him the 1989 model line and the leftover 1988 models. The differences between them were insignificant in Bill's eyes, or Dylan's for that matter, he didn't seem to have an opinion one way or the other. "We also have a nice clean '88 demonstrator, driven by our sales manager. Only 9,000 miles. I can get you a good price on it today," the salesman offered.
"Now there you go, trying to ruin the favorable impression I had about you. I didn't think that you were just another asshole car salesman till you said that. You know damn well you could get me a good price on it today, or tomorrow, or the day after that, so don't give me any bullshit salesman talk if you want to earn your fucking commission." Bill snapped.
"I'm sorry sir," and he held his tongue.
"So how much is it?"
He knew the exact price and told Bill. "Show me."
Bill ended up buying the demonstrator, as a bonus, it also came with a trailer hitch. It would be the perfect camping car for trips to Natural Arches or those campgrounds in the Cleveland National Forest or the mountains to the northeast of them. The San Gorgonio mountains where the city of Big Bear is located. There, at 8,000 feet elevation, they have alpine skiing. He considered 9,000 miles a good thing, it was just broken in and the bugs worked out and had been serviced regularly by the dealership. He traded in his BMW which reduced the used car price. When he offered to pay cash, he got another small discount. The dealer would handle all the licensing and stuff. He wrote a check.
He and Dylan drove home in the Explorer with the dessert tan exterior, roof rack, cruise control, all the bells and whistles that a sales manager would demand on his personal vehicle. A top-of-the-line vehicle.
He parked it in the garage and appreciated not wrestling the front seat when he got Dylan out through the back door.
It was time to feed the small beast and he took Dylan inside. He added Chris' bicycle to the `Need in Laguna' list. Then remembered the traffic on PCH and scratched it off.
He considered it a successful morning. Over lunch he started a `Donate' list. He put winter clothing as the first item. It had been cold out there at the car lot. He added the lawnmower and the bicycle on it too, Chris could give it to one of his friends. He added garage stuff, meaning all the lawn tools and stuff in the garage. Except his tool box. His tool box would go with them. You never know when your car will need a tool on a 2000+ mile trip. Then he changed his mind, the stuff in the garage would go to the next owner of the house. They would need it.
He put the garage freezer on the `Need Eventually' list to put in storage. He looked around at all the furniture throughout the house. Some worn items went on the `Donate' list, most went on `Need Eventually'.
Would there be room for a TV and a Nintendo in their bedroom? Better not push their luck, `Need Eventually'.
School records, supplies, and immunizations, `Need in Laguna'. School clothes? Definitely. But he'd have to ask Tim or Tom what the dress code was at Laguna Beach High. He bet with Dylan that it wouldn't be jeans and flannel shirts. Dylan didn't take the bet, or have any opinion one way or the other.
He created another list, because that's what engineers do, they make lists. `To Do' was created, and he put real estate and forward mail as the first items. Then added disconnect phone, turn off utilities, the bank, and lawn service.
Willie came home with Chris direct from school. The boys took off their clothes in Chris' room and returned to the dining table to do their homework. They stopped to talk to Dylan first, and to see if he would grab their dicks as they flaunted them within his reach. Dylan's hands moved from the playpen railing to their penises. Willie pulled his dick from Dylan's grasp, kissed the closest thing he had to a little brother, and went over to Mr. Bill. "Chris said you're going to tell us something big tonight, but didn't say what. Will you tell me if I guess it? I think I know, but if it is what I think it is, I'm not going to like it."
"Somebody has loose lips," Bill said, frowning at Chris.
"I didn't say what it was about, just that you had this really, really big surprise" Chris said defending himself. He too pulled away from Dylan and joined Willie talking to Bill.
"Yeah, his lips aren't loose, they're just right." Willie offered.
"That's not what I'm talking about. It's an old, World War 2 slogan, `Loose Lips Sink Ships'.
"What's sinking ships got to do with the surprise," Willie asked.
"It has to do with the ability and responsibility of keeping a secret." Bill explained.
"Anyway, I won't tell you if you guess, you'll just have to wait. And you're either going to really like it, or really hate it. Depending on your mom." Bill said, confusing Willie.
"You guys should go out to the garage. I bought something today."
"What did you get me?" Chris yelled as two nude bodies with erections tore out the door headed for the garage. They were out there 15 minutes before returning.
"Did you buy that today?" Willie asked. Bill nodded. "Now you'll look like you belong in Minnesota."
"What took you guys so long?"
"We had to try out the back seat." Chris explained. Only then did Bill notice their penises were no longer erect.
"You didn't get anything on my new seats, did you?"
"Course not." Chris claimed.
They returned to their homework at the dining room table. They spent a half hour or so, before finishing and moved over in front of the TV and started up a game on the Nintendo.
Pam arrived shortly; her schedule of 8-hour shifts were working very well. She entered through the back door as she now does, and hung her clothes on her regular place on the patio. She entered the kitchen and asked what they were cooking. She went on into the living room and greeted the two boys with a kiss on their heads, who didn't even look at her nude form.
Bill had dinner things laid out, but not started. Pam always likes to help prepare the meals that they were constantly being invited to. Tonight, it was leftover Swedish something. Bill realized it was now or never for what little remained from Judy's funeral that was still in the garage freezer.
"I have more Charles news," Pam started. "Remember when I told you Charles was moving in with his girlfriend's family over Christmas? Well, that move may have not turned out the way they hoped. I'm going to be a grandmother.
"How long has she been. . .?"
"Well, no one is quite sure. She missed her period at the end of December, and took a test that came back positive. It probably happened before he moved in, to her room, sharing her bed. He says it was Christmas eve. But they've been fucking like bunnies for a few months. She won't admit to stopping her birth control, but I guess it has been known to fail. But not fucking likely. If you ask me, she just didn't want him getting away and let herself get pregnant.
"Oh well, at least he picked a nice girl from a well-off family. Her dad owns the Ford dealership. He'll be going to work for him after graduation. And he's required to take classes at the community college, but he planned to do that anyway." Pam explained.
"That was where I bought my new Explorer today." Bill considered what he was hearing, and figured that was good. With Charles on his own, so to speak, that would free up Pam a little, make it easier for her to move away.
"You bought a new car?"
"Yeah, I was tired of fighting the front seat to get Dylan in and out of his car seat."
"Boys, dinner time, and bring your brother." Bill yelled.
Chris set Dylan in his highchair and sat himself next to him. Chris was getting bolder about feeding Dylan and positioned himself to take that responsibility tonight. It pleased Bill immensely to see him taking that kind of engagement with his brother.
The adults ate slowly enjoying watching Chris try to feed Dylan. He made a mess of his face, chest and stomach. "I'm gonna give Dylan his bath in the tub upstairs, I guess I missed his mouth a couple times." Chris said taking Dylan out of the highchair. "Come on Willie, you're going to help me."
"Ok," Willie said way too easily.
"How does he do that? In the big tub, or does he use baby tub inside the big tub?" Pam wondered aloud.
"He gets in the tub with him and holds him. He won't let him stand without holding on to him. And he understands how slippery a soapy baby can be." Bill explained how Chris bathed Dylan.
"And what's Willie's part in this?"
"He'll be in the tub too."
"My 14-year-old son, in a bath tub, with your son and a 1-year-old. This I have to see." Pam stated.
"Let's give them a few minutes. It's a drawn-out process. More playing than washing. There's something I need to tell you first." Pam had started to get up, but sat back into her chair.
"Remember the house that Aaron showed you that was under construction?" Pam nodded. "I bought that house today. Chris, Dylan, and I are moving to Laguna Beach."
She looked shocked, and took a moment to gather her thoughts. "When?"
"As soon as possible. Next week. The new semester starts next week, and I want to get Chris moved and into his new school sooner rather than later. I'm planning to leave next Friday, if we can, and take a week to drive down.
"Is the house done already?" Pam asked.
"No, it hasn't changed since you saw it. Aaron and Jenifer have invited us to live with them, till it's finished. That could be 6 months."
Willie came bounding down the stairs, his hair full of shampoo, his body dripping everywhere, and adorned with soap bubbles. His flaccid dick flopped as he navigated the stairs. "Mom, you have to say yes, please, please say yes."
"What are you talking about, son?"
"I'm not allowed to say, but say yes, I want to go!"
"Go where?" she asked, very confused.
Willie looked over at Bill.
"Go ahead and tell her," Bill told him.
"They're moving to Laguna Beach, and want us to come with them. You have to say yes!"
She looked over at Bill, huge question marks in her eyes. "Ok, Willie, go on back upstairs to the bath, your mom and I need to talk." Bill told Willie.
"Please Mom!" he begged again as he turned and walked to the stairs.
Pam's shocked face turned back to Bill.
"Initially, Chris didn't want to move without Willie. So, I figured we could just take you and Willie along," Bill explained.
"But what would I do there?"
"That's the other thing I need to talk to you about. You're doing a fantastic job at the market. How would you like a promotion to a manager of a combination mini-market and gas station in Laguna Beach?"
"I don't know anything about running a gas station."
"And you didn't know anything about running a mini-market either, until you did. You'll learn."
"Where would we live?"
"This was Aaron's idea. He's extended his offer for you and Willie to stay with them too, till the new house is done, or other arrangements are made. There's lots of options for you. You could live with me and the boys, once the house is finished, It's twice the size of this one, we could even build you a little apartment inside the house. Or, on the other side of Pacific Coast Highway, there are townhouses and apartments for rent if you prefer, but you'd have time to decide, construction will take 6 months."
"What about the market here?"
"I'm keeping it. I made a promise to the community at Judy's funeral, and I intend to keep that promise. You'll need to find and train your replacement to run it the way Judy and you run it. Any change in the future must be to make it a better place for the community."
They sat at the table and continued to talk about the planning of how it would or could work.
They took a break and went upstairs to see how the bath was going.
One boy was sitting on either end, their legs apart, feet touching, their knees raised protecting Dylan from the sides of the tub. The water level was only a few inches, not even enough to cover the boy's dicks. Both of which, were hard as could be. Dylan was between their legs, playing with whatever was within his reach, and the boys made sure their dicks were within his reach. Dylan was splashing, and having a great time.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," Pam stated. "My 14-year-old, bathing with a toddler."
Bill had grabbed his camera on the way and took a couple pictures. Each of the boys posing with Dylan holding him so his cute little dick stuck straight out, their own dicks doing the same thing in the background.
They returned to their conversation downstairs at the dining table. "I can't split up a friendship like that. My god, I must be crazy, but I'm going to accept your offer even though it has more holes than Swiss cheese. But I know I can trust you. I thoroughly enjoyed Christmastime in Southern California, and I've seen how much Willie had enjoyed it the past two years, and he's continuing to tell me how much he enjoyed it almost every day.
"Willie was with us when Aaron first made the offer to sell me the house. I heard him tell Chris that we had to bring him, if I bought it, and that I'd be dumb not to buy it."
"With Charles's life on a new track with a new family, there's nothing to hold me here anymore. We'll have to come back in July for his wedding and again and after the baby's born."
"I think we'll all need to come back for his wedding," Bill added. "If I'm invited."
"Oh, you're invited, I saw his invitation list. You and your boys were right under me and Willie."
She agreed with Bill, that the boys should transfer sooner, rather than later, to give them more time to acclimate to the new environment and their new school. But finding and training her replacement could take some time, two months, maybe three.
Chris, Willie, and Dylan came down from their bath. Dylan ended up on the living room couch between his brothers while they played a game. His eyes watching all the action on the screen.
"What if Willie were to go with us now. That would free you up to concentrate on finding and training your replacement."
Pam liked that idea. "Willie come in here please." Pam called to her son.
"Are we moving? Please say we're moving," Willie pleaded walking up to the table.
"Yes, I've agreed to take the new position. But I won't be able to move for two or three months, till I get my replacement for the market trained. Would you be ok, with moving when Mr. Bill, Chris, and Dylan leave next week?"
She knew it was one of the dumbest questions of all time, but it had to be asked. Willie didn't answer verbally, he just nearly choked his mother, wrapping his arms around her neck. She struggled to get out of his death grip. It was like he was 10-years-old again.
Willie returned to the couch and took little Dylan's face in his hands, "I'm moving to California with you. What do you think about that!" Dylan responded to the excited voice with giggling and words that no one could understand but him.
"Dad, can we have one last sleepover before we leave?"
"Sure, but you better do it tomorrow night, there won't be another opportunity. We're leaving at the end of the week or sooner."
Bill called Aaron, after his dinner time taking the two hours into consideration. "Arron, she agreed, I'll take the 7-Eleven and the house. If you and Tommy think it's a reasonably good deal, do it! You said it yourself; I can afford it! If it doesn't work out, I'm sure another opportunity will come up.
"Chris, Dylan, Willie, and I will be leaving by Friday, earlier, if we can. Pam won't be down until after she trains her replacement here."
"You're, keeping that promise you made to the neighborhood. You're a good man Bill," Aaron complemented him.
Aaron, turned on his lawyer to purchase the market, and told him he was about to get a new near full-time YMCA volunteer, as long as a baby tagging along wasn't a problem. He explained the issue with the baby, and Tommy's reply was, "Tell Bill, the YMCA provides in-house child care."
Chris and Willie hit the phone too, calling all their friends for a sleepover tomorrow, with the promise of a big surprise.
Jimmy-14, and Raj-15, along with Jimmy's brother Kenny-12 were their first calls and acceptances. Willie's brother Charles was invited, but they knew he wouldn't accept due to his new situation with his pregnant fiancé. Next was Michael-13, Mike-13, & Mikey-13. And they invited Jase-16, Eddie -16, and Pat-16, Eddie couldn't make it, and their friend Ken had moved away just before school started last year.
This group of boys had kept in touch from as far back as 1988. If that's what you can call what they do on the third floor of the Community Center.
Boys arrived after lunch, Saturday afternoon and were quickly engaged in a game of strip poker. It had become a tradition of Chris' sleepovers to start off playing cards to get everyone naked. There were no consequences. Dylan was having fun too, as he now had 10 older brothers to play with, and they took turns holding him and he got to hold their dick, if he wanted.
They didn't even notice when Pam arrived. She came in the back door already nude as is her custom these days. She was here to babysit Dylan while Bill sprang for the Saturday afternoon matinee of Tango & Cash at the theater and pizza after. She was standing among them in the living room, when Willie went over to her, gave her a kiss, and said, "Hi Mom."
Most of these boys, had never seen a nude female before, and they went from nude to naked in a heartbeat when they noticed a woman was in the room, a nude woman at that.
Pam, of course, was enjoying their reactions immensely. Some tried to act cool, and a couple hands sought out penises to cover. Michael was balls deep in Kenny's ass, bent over the arm of the chair, but it was too late for him to do anything about it. He was cumming in Kenny and couldn't have stopped if he wanted too. He just continued pumping his ass while looking at Pam's face. Fortunately for him, she looked away on purpose to save him a little embarrassment.
Mike & Mikey were too busy to notice. Mikey was fucking Mike missionary. Mike's eyes were closed just enjoying the dick in his ass, and Mikey's back was to her. They were in their own little world totally absorbed in their pleasure. They didn't hear Willie's greeting, and didn't stop, but did continue to moan their enjoyment.
Raj was behind the couch, and had his hands on the top, bending him lightly at the waist. Jase, the largest youth dick in the room, now equal to Bill's, was standing behind him, shoving it in deep. His balls were swinging free. Pam had walked right up next to them. When Willie said hi, Jase stopped, fully buried in Raj. He just stood there not knowing exactly what to do. He left his dick in Raj so Pam couldn't see it.
The two boys playing the game just continued.
Deciding she had caused enough trepidation, she reached for Dylan. "There he is, my little man, how are you today?" She took him from the flustered boy's arms and went back into the kitchen with Bill.
"You had fun with that, didn't you?"
"Oh, yeah. I don't think many of them had ever seen a nude woman. Wouldn't it be fun to take the whole bunch of them to Natural Arches?"
The sounds in the living room were murmured voices except for Jase who resumed fucking Raj, and for Mikey, who was orgasming vocally and shooting in Mike, oblivious as to why it was so quiet.
"You've come a long way in your comfort zone." Bill said to Pam. "They would too, they're already comfortable around males, it doesn't take long to get used to females, according to Chris, girls don't have anything as interesting as a boy's dick."
"Oh, he says that now, wait a couple years and he has a girlfriend." Pam offered.
"That's not likely to happen, I think he's like me. No interest in young maidens," he replied.
"Ok boys, time to get dressed, the movie starts in 45 minutes." Bill yelled out to the stunned crowd. The boys got dressed, some still not sure what just happened. They piled in Bill's new Explorer, spilling into the luggage area to get everyone in.
They watched the newly released movie and after, went to eat in their favorite pizza parlor. Bill directed them to a couple tables away from other diners. They had almost forgot about their earlier interruption, until Bill brought it up.
"I thought we should take a moment to talk about what happened at the house today. You all know that Chris, Willie, and I are naturists and have been to a family naturist camp, well, that includes Willie's mother, Pam, as well. She is just as comfortable in her skin, as you guys are in yours. I need to know if her presence in the house is a problem for anyone. If it is, she will leave after we get back with no ill will towards any of you, she won't even know who had the issue, just that someone didn't feel comfortable.
"Willie, Chris and I are going to order the pizza. I want the rest of you to discuss what I've just said. Let's go boys. The rest of you have till the pizza's ready to talk it over."
They barely had time to place the order before their spokesman, Jase followed them to where they were waiting. "You can come back and wait with us, we already talked about it." They walked back together and sat with the group. "It isn't that we have a problem with her, we were just surprised the way she just showed up, we thought we were busted. We all thought we were in trouble."
"She scared the shit outta me," Michael offered, "I was fuckin a little kid."
"I'm not a little kid, stop calling me that, I can cum just like the rest of you." Kenny said, standing up for himself. Interesting what measurement he used to differentiate between being a little kid or not; the ability to ejaculate.
"She's just like you Mr. Bill, just another adult. Just no dick, I guess. Chris and Willie have told us about the rules at that camp you go to, about not staring and talking to their eyes and all, not sure we can do anything about the overt sexual acts, but according to Chris, the camp doesn't enforce that one either. So, if she can put up with us being naked around her, we can put up with her being naked too," Jase said for the group.
"But we might still stare a little, she is a girl," young Kenny offered. That comment reminded Bill that these boys, still hadn't had the female sex-parts talk. He had been promising that he would do that, and now it was down to today or never.
"That won't last long Kenny, you'll get used to her quickly enough, but that leads us to another subject. I understand Chris and Willie warned you about a big surprise?" There was lots of nodding in concurrence. "Well, that news is that Chris, Dylan and I and Willie, are moving before next weekend to Southern California, not too far from the naturist camp you just mentioned. Willie's mom will be moving there too, as soon as she can take care of some market business."
There was lots of talking suddenly, everybody wanting to know everything.
Pizza arrived and little can be done to keep 12- through 16-year-old boys away from good pizza, and this joint has good pizza.
Four pizzas and pitchers of root beer, didn't survive 10 boys and one old dude.
They went back to the house, as they approached, Chris and Willie led the way stripping off their clothes before they pulled into the driveway. Getting into the garage they had to pass Pam's car, so they were all reminded that she was here taking care of Dylan. But leaving the Explorer, they were all nude and carrying their clothes. Ready to face a woman.
Ten nude boys filed in past Pam holding Dylan. Chris stopping to give him a kiss, then Willie did the same thing.
"Everything cool with the boys?" Pam asked as Bill was the last to stop, and took Dylan from her.
"Yeah, they thought they were in trouble. You scared the shit out of Michael, he was the one fucking 12-year-old Kenny. He thought you were going to bust him for fucking a little kid. I told them that wasn't your intent, and they're cool with you being here. They said you're just like me, just another adult, but without a dick." Pam found that extremely funny.
"Are you ok with what Willie's about to participate in?" Bill asked Pam.
"Yeah, I know he can take any of their dicks, none are bigger than you, and he loves your dick."
With Pam taking care of Dylan, Bill was able to be a part of the last orgy, much to the delight of several of the boys.
But tonight, was primarily about a last fuck with Chris and Willie. They started with Debbie Does Dallas. Bill momentarily slipped away and added porn tapes to the `Need in Laguna' list. Then returned to the action.
The boys were just warming up mostly stroking their dicks or a friend's dick. Michael was stroking himself and Mike, Mike was stroking Mikey, and Mikey was just lying there in sexual bliss, enjoying the action on the screen and on his dick. Bill made his presence known sitting in their midst, willing to take any dick in his mouth that was about to ejaculate. And if the current conditions continue, he wouldn't have long to wait.
He was to be disappointed though, before any could explode and need his mouth, they ceased self-manipulation and switched over to their evening's priority, to send Willie and Chris off in style. Pat took Chris to the floor and rode his dick, each time he rocked forward, Pat thrust his tongue in Chris' mouth. An unknown hand wiggled its way under Chris' butt and a slick finger went in his ass and played with his gland, sending him to nirvana as he pumped a load in Pat.
Little snippets of conversation reached Bill's ears. The boys were talking among themselves about Pam and her lack of a penis as Jase had put it. There was confusion as to what her body parts were called.
Bill made excuses to slip away and go upstairs where Pam was sitting with Dylan. "How would you like to enamor yourself to the boys?"
"And just how would I do that?" She asked.
"Let them see what makes you different. You're right, I think, except for Chris and Willie, I'm not sure if any of them had ever seen a nude female before, much less learned about one."
"What would you have me do?"
"Not much, just let the boys see the parts that make you a woman, and maybe touch them, if you're ok with that."
"That could be exciting." Pam admitted. "Yeah, sure, go set it up."
"What if we let Chris and Willie do the actual teaching?" Bill asked.
"Why not? They know the proper names, and if they mess up, we'll be right there to help them out."
"I'll go set it up," Bill said returning to the great room.
Pat, no longer needing his orgasm to get Chris off pulled off his dick and took his ready-to-blow dick over to Bill as he descended the stairs. Bill barely had time to get to his knees and get his dick in his mouth and was rewarded with a man-size, man-flavored load of cum from the 16-year-old. This wasn't his first time with the older boys. While not sleepover regulars, they've been here a few times.
Bill stood and clapped his hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "Hey guys, listen up a minute, I have a question I need to ask." Bill's timing couldn't have been worse. It's one thing to interrupt an orgy, but to try and interrupt just as three couples are on the verge of orgasms, is a bit too much to ask.
He had the attention of four of the boys, but six others were in the final throes of orgasmic bliss. "Ok, we'll give these guys a chance to finish up first." The three couples continued as if they hadn't heard to begin with, which they may not have, considering.
While they waited, five of the six boys orgasmed with their partners, the sixth came up to Bill, "Mr. Bill, you want my load?" he asked jacking his dick.
He kneeled before 13-year-old Mike, pulled his hand away and sucked his spike in his mouth. He was already on the edge, brought there by Raj's excellent fucking style, and only took a few seconds before unleashing his load on Bill's tongue.
Bill rose to his feet and addressed the group, "Ok then, can I have everyone's attention now?" He saw all 10 faces looking back at him with anticipation of why they had been stopped. "I have a question for you," he started. "Based on the encounter this morning and some of the conversations this afternoon, I'd like to know, with a show of hands, how many of you know what a vulva is?" Two hands went up, Chris and Willie's. "Ok, how many know what a vagina is?" Several hands raised, maybe 8. "Now I don't mean you've heard the word vagina and know the definition of one, but actually know about a vagina, seen one." A couple hands went down. "Maybe even touched a vagina."
"Didn't we just see Pamala's this morning?" Eddie asked with his hand up.
"Nope, you did not see a vagina today." Eddie's hand and a few others dropped, leaving only Chris and Willie's raised. "Ok, just as I thought. You boys need a little education. Chris and Willie, can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?"
Chris and Willie followed Bill into the kitchen where he told them what he and Pam were thinking, then asked, "Willie, remember the time you learned about a woman's sex parts at Natural Arches when we showed you Judy's body?"
"Yeah."
"Well, your mom has agreed to do the same thing for these boys. And we'd like you to give the tour and show everyone all the girl parts."
"Why me?"
"Because she's your mother and you know the parts. We just want you to give them the basic names. 10 or 15 minutes at the most."
"Ok, But Chris has to help me."
"That's ok, and if you forget a part or a name, Pam will help too."
They went back out into the great room and had the boys all sit on the couch, love seat, or the floor in front of them. Bill moved a dining room chair across from them where Pam would sit.
"Ok, Pam, we're ready for you." Bill yelled up the steps.
Pam appeared at the top of the steps holding Dylan in her arms, and descended to the living room. Each of the students watched her every step, most staring at the juncture of her torso and her legs. Most didn't know the female name of that area. Groin would have worked just as well. She walked between the two major pieces of furniture and sat on the chair provided for her. Dylan still sitting, happily, on her hip. Just for this special occasion, she had removed his diaper as well so everyone would be nude.
Willie stood in front of his friends, nervous as all hell, like a 7th grader having to stand in front of his English class and give an oral book report with no notes. The only thing that didn't bother him about being there was that he was nude. He stumbled all over himself trying to get started, not knowing where or how to start. His mom whispered part names to him, giving him something to talk about.
Once he got going, with occasional prompting from Pam, he did a fine job of showing and explaining the basic function of her breasts, included the areolas, and nipples; the vulva, which he explained that everyone saw this morning, but is not actually a part, but an area of the female body; then the individual parts inside the vulva. The 8 boys new to this information all got to come up close to examine the specific part or parts being described, and in most cases, prod or touch, the part being described. Showing her clitoris and her vagina took the longest as each boy got to rub her clit individually, and got to push his finger inside her vagina. The promised 15-minute maximum went out the window quickly as each boy learned firsthand, the mysteries of female genitalia. Willie led the discussion for nearly an hour.
Through it all, Dylan was happy to sit on Pam's hip, and have all the boys pay attention to him as they waited their turn to examined her.
When it was all over Willie and Pam received rousing applause from their audience.
When Pam went back upstairs, things started back up, slowly at first but gained momentum as the boys paired up.
What Bill really wanted was little 12-year-old Kenny who could cum now, it was a recent development in his sexual growth and Bill wanted to taste him. Bill glanced around the room and sighted his prey. Kenny, while he had a tight ass, he still had a small dick, which didn't get invited to participate too often. Sure, the guys would use his ass, but were less likely to return the favor. He caught Kenny's eye and motioned for him to come over.
"Hi Mr. Bill," Kenny greeted. "Do you want to fuck me? I'm not sure I'm big enough for you. Jimmy told me Pat and Jase weren't allowed to fuck me, and you're a little bigger than them."
"I would like nothing more than to have sex with your sweet ass, but your brother is right, your anus, without a lot of preparation is too small to handle larger penises. What I would like, is for you to have sex with me."
"Oh, that's cool," Kenny happily agreed, "I hope I can reach."
"But you're going to make me a promise, when you cum, you are going to cum in my mouth. I want to suck that sweet juice of yours right out of your balls."
"Okay!" Kenney enthusiastically agreed.
Then Bill's devious mind conjured up a plan to get two loads of his semen. "How about we start with me rimming you. You even been rimmed, Kenny?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Well, you're going to like this then. Lay down on your tummy and spread your legs." The excited boy was fully hard. His 2¼" dick at lower end of the size chart for his age, but he didn't let that curb his enthusiasm. He flopped down on the floor next to Bill and spread his legs. From what he'd heard, he knew rimming had something to do with his butt, and he reached back and spread his cheeks apart stretching his anus to an oval instead of round.
Bill rolled over between his legs, "Ready or not, here I come!" and he drove his tongue right into the center of his target, but only in him ⅜ of an inch.
"That feels just like a dick," Kenny said, but knew it wasn't. Then Bill wiggled the end of his tongue. "Oh fuck! What are you doing to me?" Kenny exclaimed.
Bill pulled his tongue out and started circling the outer rim, that line between pink and brown. Kenny let go with his hands and tried to raise up and twist around to see what Bill was doing back there, but could only see the top of Bill's head. He saw his brother. "Jimmy! Get over here, whatever he's doing, you gotta learn how to do this."
Jimmy came over, and could see Bill eating his brother's ass. "Ewe, isn't that gross?" Jimmy asked as he moved in for a close-up view.
"You should try it, here." Bill said moving away and directing Jimmy's head in the right direction. Jimmy didn't resist, or Bill would have stopped. Jimmy's tongue flicked out tentatively licking across his brother's anus, and Kenny reacted, pushing his butt back against the new tongue.
"That doesn't taste like anything," Jimmy said.
"Push your tongue in as far as you can, it's ok, I've already been in there." Jimmy tongue circled a little, then stopped in the center and pushed in. Kenny's anus opened for him, and Kenny moaned. "Wiggle your tongue around inside him," Bill instructed. It can be assumed he did, as Kenny moaned "Oh fuck," again.
Bill grabbed the lube and prepped his finger for phase two. "Keep it up, Jimmy, in and out, wiggle around inside, then come out and circle his hole, that's why it's called rimming"
As intuitive as it is to thrust when you're fucking, when you're rimming it's intuitive to put your hands on the cheeks and spread them apart, and that's exactly what Jimmy was doing. Kenny was writhing on the carpet.
"Let me in there a little," Bill told Jimmy. He moved his face away some but never left contact with the anus under his control. Bill's hand with the slickened finger moved in. "Take your tongue out and work on the top part." As soon as the tongue cleared, Bill's finger entered, just the first part, an inch maybe. Jimmy got the idea and licked and flicked his brother's anus around Bill's finger. They had it coordinated, Bill would move his hand around and Jimmy's tongue would seek anus areas now clear for the licking. Bill pressed gently against the anus and it slowly let Bill's finger in, a couple inches now and Bill could feel the hard little nut inside him. He wiggled his finger against it while Jimmy continued to lick the outer surface. Kenny hips raising against them increasing the pressure and the pleasure he felt. Bill pressed into the nut and circled it internally.
"I'm gonna cum! Shit, oh shit, I'm cumming!" Kenny exclaimed.
Bill rolled the younger brother away from him so Kenny was on his hip, freeing the hard little prong from the carpet. He noticed there were no testicles now, they'd been sucked back up into his body. "Oh Fuck!" Kenny yelled. Bill barely had enough time to get his lips over the boy's glans when his body convulsed. He pulled his finger out and Jimmy put his tongue back in, he got to feel Kenny anus constrict around his tongue. His hips thrust towards Bill, and he released his dribbles of semen, shooting it onto Bill's tongue, the taste was sweet.
It reminded him of that time at summer camp in 1988, when Chris ejaculated for him the first time.
But it wasn't Kenny's first time and a second pulse dribbled into his mouth. Bill sucked on the small dick, and he sucked the semen from him, then leaned over his brother who had stopped rimming him. Bill kissed Jimmy and pushed his tongue through his lips. He released a little bit of Kenny's semen into his brother's mouth, just enough for a taste, Bill was savoring most of this precious elixir, and he swished it around his mouth coating every surface with the boys sweet offering.
"See what you could do for your brother? I bet he'd do the same for you. He loves you; you know." Bill told Jimmy.
"Yeah, I love him too, I guess."
Brothers! Only an `I guess'?
Jimmy, now hotter than ever, rolled his recovering little brother back on his front and moved up his body, till he hovered over him. His dick seeking entrance where Bill's finger had left lube behind. He thrust in him with practiced precision and laid on top of him. He kissed the side of Kenny's face and his hips thrust. Once, twice, three times. The fourth time was with meaning and he held it in deep, releasing his semen in his brother, that he only guesses he loves. He gave him another kiss as he pulled out of his ass and got up in search of something else, food maybe, or more sex. He really does love his brother.
"Ok, Kenny, your turn, you're going to have sex with me now." Bill said. The kid's eyes lit up like it was Christmas again. Bill got on his back and stuffed the firm bolster pillow, purchased specifically for this purpose under his back, not too far, gotta be at the right height for Kenny to get in him.
Kenny got nervously to his knees and scooted around behind Bill, between his legs. Bill reached down with a little lube on his finger and wiped it on Kenny's stiff little rod.
Bill likes Kenny's dick. It's cute, like Dylan's dick is cute. Well, everything about Dylan is cute. Puberty has Kenny all messed up, his body is releasing semen, but he still has that little boy slender pencil-dick. Soon though, puberty will realize his dick is too small and the boy is too short and all those and their related things will begin to grow catching up with his sexual capabilities.
Bill lifted his legs up and spread his cheeks as wide as he could to give the short dick a chance at penetration. Bill felt it enter him and felt Kenny's pubis against his ass. That's as far in as it's going to go. He didn't even get through the anal canal. But his glans is through the first anal sphincter and that should be enough for Kenny. "Remember, when you're about to cum, you get up on my chest and feed me your dick, so I can suck it out of you again."
Kenny nodded as his hips began thrusting. Kenny knew not to make his strokes too long or he'd slip out, just short fast ones, like a bunny.
Kenny tried to go slow, he even slowed down a couple times, but always returned to the rapid bunny fucking that he knows will get him off. He's obviously been fucking his brother.
Kenny's eyes glazed over as a sexual fog clouded his brain, he became a fucking machine and nothing is going to stop him, not even a promise to pull out. It's not in a boy's nature to pull out before an orgasm, it's to push it in, deeper. Bill knows this and watches and waits for the clues.
There it is. Kenny's back arches and his head leans back, ejaculation is imminent. He picked Kenny up, pulling him out of his ass and laid him over his face, his dick going straight into bill's mouth. Kenny doesn't stop thrusting, he's in hormonal automatic mode. There was nothing else he could do. He bunny fucked Bill's lips now, and Bill was able to allow his whole penis in his mouth. He tried to get his balls too, but they were nowhere to be found. Sucked all the way up into his body again.
The new sensation was too much for Kenny, he shoved his pelvis into Bill's nose, and his dick all the way in his mouth. He orgasmed. Success! Bill got the coveted second cumming and didn't have to share it with anyone. He held Kenny's penis and semen in his mouth letting the semen trickle into his throat a little at a time, while Kenny recovered and his dick softened and shrank, till Kenny struggled to his knees pulling his dick out. "Wow, Mr. Bill. That was awesome, thanks!" He leaned over as kissed Mr. Bill's lips, then struggled to his feet.
Mr. Bill, I'm gonna cum. Came the voice of another boy standing over him slamming his dick with his hand. Bill sat up and took Mikey's dick in his mouth just as he blew his wad. "Thanks Mikey, good job," Bill told him. Mikey returned to the pile of boys that brought him to orgasm.
Many more boys would follow Bill's cum-in-my-mouth rule that evening. Bill took in more cum than ever before. But this was a larger than normal orgy.
Somewhere along the way, Pam took Dylan up to the nursery and rocked him to sleep. She watched a while from the top of the stairs which allowed her an overview of the action. She wondered if all these boys were gay, or just experimenting. She knew Bill was gay, but he had fathered his son now sleeping in the next room. So maybe there was hope that Willie would give her grandchildren, gay or straight. Whichever it was she loved him whole-heartedly.
She longingly watched Jace and Pat. She'd let either one of them fuck her, with a condom, of course. She wasn't getting knocked up like her friend Judy.
The hosts of honor were the focus. After Pam retired for the evening, Chris put in the kiddie-porn movie Young Campers with the four 13-year-old boy actors. Everything done in that video, was done to Chris and Willie. They got sucked, masturbated, massaged, finger fucked, butt fucked, face fucked, spit roasted, everything. The orgy went on till 3:00 a.m. Kenny didn't make it, he lasted to about 1:30 and slept in the recliner. Blankets were passed out and the kids slept on the furniture and the floor, everyone cuddling with someone, Jimmy even joined Kenny in the recliner, covering them both with the blanket he claimed.
Bill went upstairs and slept in his own bed after looking in on Dylan. Pam was asleep in the front guest room.
There was no morning `conversation' with Chris or anybody. Only Dylan woke in the a.m. hours. The kids slept till noon. Bill got up when Pam did. She had that Sunday off, and they enjoyed breakfast at a normal breakfast time, while the boys slept just a few feet away.
Bill called the same real estate agent he had bought the house through 12 years ago, telling him he was ready to sell. He told Bill he thought he could get at least, $10,000 more than what he paid for it. He told the agent he was a motivated seller, and that he would be gone by Friday.
Only $10,000? 12 years and the house only appreciated $10,000? That's not even $70 a month. If he were in Laguna Beach, his house would have increased $288,000. He wasn't even going to get that much selling it.
The kids began waking up around 12:30 p.m. and were sent upstairs to shower, they all stunk of cum and sex.
They were all picked up after their 1:00 p.m. breakfast. They were sad that Chris and Willie were leaving, but would at least see them in school during the week.
Bill, Pam, Chris and Willie sat together to have their afternoon conversation without the sex. The boys were to start packing today. Everything they would need for the next 6 months, was to be put in boxes for the move. Bill had lists for each of them with reminders of things they might want to take, what to leave out for school, and what to donate, and what to put in a travel bag for the week-long drive to California. Bill was shooting for departure Friday morning.
Pam and Willie went home to start his packing and to have some mother/son time before Willie would leave with them in a few days.
Bill and Pam each called the school to inform them of their move to California. Pam told them Bill would be picking up Willie's transcripts.
Bill went by the post office and filled out the change-of-address card forwarding his mail to what would be his new address. Even though the house wasn't complete, it had a mailbox and an address.
The real estate agent came by the house with the sales contract, and a For Sale sign for the lawn and one for each side of the road where passing traffic could see it. It was officially listed in the multi-list by close of business.
Bill called the phone company and made arrangement to disconnect the phone effective Friday.
By Monday afternoon, all of Chris and Willie's school friends and acquaintances knew they were moving. They didn't go by the community center. But by evening the news of Bill, Chris, and Willie leaving had spread through all the kids at the Community Center as well.
The director of the Community center went by Bill's office, not finding him there he asked around if anyone had seen him.
After school, Bill took Chris to the bank, where he closed his savings account receiving a cashiers' check he could use to open an account in California. Bill withdrew $3,000 for expenses during their trip, and informed the bank that he would be electronically transferring his funds to new accounts in California. They reluctantly gave him the information to accomplish the transfer, he was one of their largest depositors.
Pam's search for her replacement didn't even last an hour. She poached the manager of another mini-market, that was run the more traditional way selling alcohol, cigarettes, and junk food. He lived in the Dylan neighborhood, had spoken with Judy and later with Pam and expressed admiration for the way she was allowed to run their store. He had even been at Judy's funeral. He heard Bill's promise to the neighborhood and wanted to help him do that.
Bill was pleased she'd been so successful, but still wanted to talk with the new guy. It wasn't an interview, so much as it was a warning. Bill reiterated his ban on alcohol, cigarettes, and partial ban on junk food. Bill explained he had friends still living in the neighborhood and they would have his number in California. Call them secret shoppers if you will, but they wouldn't hesitate to call Bill, if something was amiss with the store. While he intended to maintain a hands-off style, the new manager had to live up to Judy's legacy.
"First, you are there to serve the community of Dylan, second, and only if the first is successful, is to make a profit. We are paying you well for a mini-market manager. I expect you to uphold my promise to the community. If you can't, I'll find someone else."
"Bill, Judy's legacy is why I wanted this job. When she greeted me by name the second time I entered her store, I realized she was special. I will uphold her standards, and run the store with her ideals as my guidelines. I'll make you proud to be the owner of the Dylan Community Market."
"Welcome aboard." Bill said.
A crew from the climate-controlled storage locker company arrived right after Chris left for school. All the stuff on the `Eventually Need' list was hauled off to storage. It didn't leave much, but made Bill realize just how extensive the `Need in Laguna' list was. Moving a baby is a major undertaking.
While they were packing his furniture, Bill went to the local U-Haul and picked up his reserved trailer for the one-way move. He was very pleased he'd bought the Explorer with the trailer hitch.
During the afternoon, Bill started packing. He separated out enough baby supplies for a week with a few extra days as a buffer. These would go in the Explorer. All the items on the `Need Now' list went in the trailer. All the baby stuff, not related to travel, was dismantled and packed into the trailer. He realized the humor in what he was doing, returning all the baby stuff to the house that gave it to him.
Director Clueless at the Community Center went by Bill's office again, he was becoming concerned, Bill's computer class was tomorrow, if he wasn't going to be here for it, he'd have to find a substitute.
When he got home from school, Chris looked around "Where are we supposed to sleep or eat?" Chris asked.
"We're eating at the Courtyard café, and sleeping at the Hibbing Motel."
"That place is a dump! I feel like I'm homeless,"
"Would you prefer to sleep at Willie's?"
"Can I?"
"Yes, I'm, just messing with you, we're staying there tonight. Pam has already offered me Charles' bed and you two can sleep in Willie's."
Pam reported that the new guy started today. He couldn't wait to get going. And he knew the accounting method they used. All she had to do was show him where things were and he could take care of them."
"How much longer does he need before he can take over?"
"If I didn't show up tomorrow, he could run the store."
"Really?"
"Yes really, he's that good, and I caught him memorizing customer's names today. He writes them down but he's working on it."
"Then could you go with us Friday?"
She thought about everything she would need to do. "I need to clean out my apartment, I wouldn't take any of this with me, it's all thrift store crap anyway. I assume they have thrift stores in California."
"Then leave it. What's your landlord gonna do, keep your deposit?"
"Yes, it's $600."
"Fine, I'll refund your deposit. What else?"
"She was lost for words, I, uh, need to pack."
"I'll help you with that, should take an hour. What else?"
She looked surprised, and said "Nothing. Just mail, and bank, and I don't need anything else."
"I would like to give the new guy a couple more days of introduction."
"That's reasonable, we can leave Saturday morning instead of Friday."
Bill made one last call with reference to the Community Center. He called Ralph to inform him that they were moving, and that Bill wouldn't be available for summer camp. Ralph had already heard through his son and expressed his disappointment at Bill's leaving, but wished him well in California.
Bill took Pam to work using her car. After dropping her off, he stopped at his mechanic to have him service her car for the trip, including 4 new tires.
At the Community Center, no one had seen Bill since last week when he taught the computers class. The director hadn't seen him since their talk about summer camp on Jan 4 and was beginning to wonder what was going on with him.
He started looking for someone to teach this week's computer class. Everyone he asked, he got a similar answer, "I don't know anything about those computers." One group leader reported a rumor passed on by some kids, that Bill was moving.
Finally in midafternoon, he had his secretary cancel the class and make signs announcing the cancellation of today's Computer Class.
Bill went by the school to pick up the transfer paperwork, and let them know the boys would be in school Friday.
After Bill missed his class Thursday evening, the director tried calling Bill on Friday, but due to the efficiency of the phone company, got a recording. "We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."
`Why would his number be disconnected?' the clueless numbskull wondered. Someone did mention a rumor that he was moving. He probably needs the weekend to get settled in his new place.
The director decided to go by his house.
He saw the For Sale signs at the street and turned in. A United Charities van was in the driveway, cleaning out the house. "Where's Bill Foreman?" he asked.
"Don't know any Bill Foreman, we're just here picking up some donations from some guy who moved out of state." He went to the door and looked in. The house was empty.
Bill and Chris had moved, they were staying one more night at Pam's and they would all be on their way in the morning.
At school, Chris and Willie were having a great time saying good-bye to their friends. Their good friends said good-bye in the school toilet stalls with one last fuck for old-times-sake.
The director returned to the Community Center and went to Bill's office. He looked around, it seemed strangely empty. There were framed Center certificates on the wall, and he looked through the desk drawers. There in the center drawer was the Center's master key. It finally dawned on him, "That son of a bitch quit, without even giving notice!" Like a volunteer needed to give notice.
It took a couple weeks, but when Bill missed the monthly Board Meeting, the Chairman of the Board, tracked Bill down through the mini-market. He called him at Aaron's number and asked why he had left so abruptly.
The board of directors met in an emergency closed session. The director confirmed everything Bill said about their discussions. He tried defending his position that he was protecting the Center from a potential problem with their insurance carrier. They fired the director for ineffective leadership. It was suggested that Bill be offered the position of Director.
The Chairman said, "I already did, he turned me down."
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Bill and his family are done with Minnesota except for Charles' wedding and the birth of his baby. So, this is where I'm going to end this story for now.
Originally this was only going to be about the strip poker game at summer camp of 1988, but like most of my stories, it took on a life of its own. I hope you enjoyed it.
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