Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:28:20 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Cruelty to Children Final Pt. End of the line for book one. I hope you enjoy this closing chapter and observe all the rules as well. Chapter 16 Reminiscences The years were rolling by so fast it wasn't until John finished high school that I wondered where they had gone. Tim was playing college football and already being approached by the big teams. John was going to study to be a physio. He knew half of what he needed already. At school he had understudied the physio there so that he could tend to Tim when he got hurt, which was frequently. Tim loved it to the point where he wasn't at all shy about throwing a solid erection whenever John touched him. Lying on the massage table in our gym, naked and with a hard penis sticking up would have embarrassed a lot of guys, but not Tim. Six years prior to Tim leaving college I had said to his biological father that he would be sorry when he saw my son run out for a major league team and be lorded as one of the future greats. Well it happened. The Miami Dolphins paid a lot of money to sign him after college and the sports papers were predicting that he would be one of the truly great players. An absolute natural was how they put it. They also wrote about his family, his thirteen brothers and the adopted father who was the best known and most successful child psychologist in the country. Praise indeed. Of course I took a ton of photographs when he signed pro, and the papers gave us prints of the signing and Tim stood with his thirteen brothers. I had all the paper articles copied and put in a scrap book along with all the photographs and took them round to Tim's biological father. He didn't recognise me at first and was very wary when he realised. He let me in to the house and we sat down while I showed him the scrap book. "Tim is a credit to me, he has grown into a truly delightful young man. We call him Tiny Tim and he is one of the most gentle and caring people I know. Thank you for giving him to me, you have no idea how much joy he has brought into my life, my other sons and every one he comes into contact with." I got up then and started to leave. I looked around and saw a sterile house with no love in it. I dropped the scrap book on the coffee table and said. "You can keep that, I don't need pictures and newspaper articles I have the real thing to show me the love and respect that should have been yours." Cheap shot huh! I had a string of young men now in whom I was inordinately proud. Ryan was a Social Worker already making a name for himself working to get as many kids as possible out of state facilities and into loving caring homes. Kent who had worried me was a carpenter, and as far as I could make out, a bloody good one. He was always making things that the other boys wanted, designing from scratch where necessary so it was no surprise when he asked me to help with funding a furniture design company. I did of course, the foundation had money and so did I. Eric was going to be a lawyer and was engaged to be married, as soon as he had passed the bar. "I told Valery that I would make love to him whenever he wanted me Dad, but I don't want to go with any other boys." So it had come to pass, Eric was bi but with strong leanings to straight. It was only his love for the timid little boy he had shared with for so many years that could bring out his gay side. Adam, my other timid little boy who had been raped by Kent was studying accountancy. "I'll look after Kent's business Dad and give him a boost whenever he needs it." Who would have believed that? Kent had protected Adam physically after we got over the rape trauma and they were lovers, but Adam proved the stronger character ready to do battle on the business front for his big brother and lover. The stories were endless. Matt and Kevin bought a home together as permanent lovers but we still had threesome's occasionally, always with love and tenderness. Problems with Ryan and sex? No, he had become my permanent lover and never worried about my romps with Kevin and Matt. Of course there was a good reason for that as I found out one day when I arrived home early and found Matt and he making love in our bed. I did the devastated dying swan bit until the three of us were rolling round the bed almost hysterical . The boys started to leave home to do their own things and I kept two bedrooms permanently free as guest rooms for when they visited. The remainder of the rooms I filled with new Daniels boys. The judge changed, Jane Simms was promoted and moved to state where she works tirelessly for the kids, but no one tries to stop my adoptions so the Daniels family has just got bigger. Most of them love having a brother who is a major league football player even if they don't see very much of him, and another one that builds them individually designed furniture. Most of them are gay but the odd straight boy joins us. Tim gave me my final chunk of joy from the original bunch. When he renewed his contract, a clause was added that made it compulsory for the club to employ Big John as a physio. Most people soon realised that the two were lovers but no one said anything. Tim was too good to ditch and too nice for anyone to want to. Gay sportsmen would become less intimidated over the years thanks to Tim and John's lead. Matt joined me at the house one night when Kevin was on call at the hospital and told me I should write a book about the Daniels boys and here it is. I'm still in my forties so I guess this can only be Book 1 because I am sure before I retire there will be many more Daniels boys all of who will be smothered with the same amount of love as the originals.The big difference will be that none of them will become my lovers. I have the two best, the remainder will just be my sons to love and cherish and perhaps guide through their first homosexual encounters, I am after all inordinately well qualified for that task. If/when I write Book 2 there will be a good dose of trauma involved, particularly when Jason is asked to try to rehabilitate the boys who raped Ryan. There will be tons of loving as well and some sadness when the family gets unexpectedly and tragically smaller. Whether it happens depends on you readers having the ability and volume to convinve me I should do it, and me finding the time to write what equates to another book.