Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2011 22:31:24 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Delta Cubed 8

Delta Cubed
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) edited by Hap.


8: Expanding world

I had experience and knew what university life was all about, but Judy and
Alex were just a bit overwhelmed by it all, at first anyway. By Christmas
break, the end of the first quarter, they had things pretty much under
control as your first year or two are more-or-less general studies. Alex
was in engineering, I chose geology and Judy was into the visual
arts. Being a large school, even though we had some common first year
courses none of us had the same sections or lectures. It was hard on Judy
and I since she was in a large dorm and Alex and I shared a room at the
Delta house. We went through the pledge week stuff but for Delta's it is
quite mild. We made two trips to UK for weekend events that fall. It was
good to visit, but you can't go home; it's just not the same. Almost
everyone was new and things had been redecorated. Alex was impressed with
my old high school. Most of the teachers were the same and remembered me. I
showed him and Judy the Batta wing of the library but it did not mean all
that much to them, not knowing the full story.

When we got back from the second trip, Alex made sure all our brothers knew
about my organizational skills and reputation at the UK. I was quickly
delegated all kinds of stupid events and parties to arrange. I would have
been just a bit upset had anyone else done that, but you can't be mad at
the roommate you fuck on a regular basis; we have to much history for that.

At Christmas we all went skiing again but this time Alexandria and Wilson
were along; May went to St. Louis. Neither of them had done much skiing
before and being so far from any real ski hills I was not all that good
either. Oh, we would go to Rib Mountain in Wausau, Wisconsin several times
a winter but it is still a far cry from Sun Valley or Aspen. This year we
went to Banff in Alberta. Wow! was all I could say; these are real
mountains.

Come morning, Wilson would get in bed with Judy and me or with Alex and
Alexandria. He would snuggle between us and just talk and talk until we
either tickled him into submission or just got up.

I don't have any special talents for music or art. I can pick at a piano
and carry a tune more-or-less. But Wilson, he sings like an angel. He has a
clear boy soprano voice and even without training he sounds
great. Alexandria was also quite good and Judy played about any keyboard
going. Alex was credible on the guitar.

We had lots of fun singing around the big piano in the hotel lobby. As soon
as Wilson would start singing a crowd would assemble and we would get
everyone to join in. The kid was a natural showman. Fred is a bass, Alex
and I are tenors, Wilson is boy soprano, Alexandria a soprano, and Judy and
Sara sing high alto/mezzo-soprano. Grandma Elizabeth and Grandpa Rupert
came for a few days and although they did not ski they sure liked the music
and often joined in. While they were at the hotel they asked Wilson to stay
with them in their room. I missed the kid in the morning, but not all that
much when I really just want a tit or cock to suck before rising. Wilson
liked Alexandria's grandparents and her parents, too, although they never
seemed to be around much.

Sara and Fred were so impressed with Wilson's singing that they got him a
voice coach as soon we returned home. I did not learn about that until much
later.

Our hotel was right across the road from the hot springs in Banff
Park. That is just one wonderful place to soak in the hot water after a day
on the slopes. It is so cool to sit in the water and watch snow flakes
drift down but never get to the water. After a relaxing soak, nothing is
better then a nice massage from your lover(s). Unlike Sun Valley or Aspen,
in Banff we had a hotel rooms, not a chalet. All our rooms were clustered
at one end of the same hall so that made it simpler but not as communal as
a chalet. Each couple had a room and Wilson went between us. I wanted him
to stay with Judy and I but he wanted to 'float,' as he put it.

Whenever we were alone, Judy and I would go at each other's bodies like we
had not seen each other for a year. I suspect Alex and Alex did the same,
but they see each other much less often the Judy and I do. Fred and Sara
brought Wilson's school work along so when ever he was free he hit the
books. I was quite impressed and asked Sara how she got him to study so
hard.

"Oh, I just showed him your 4th Grade report card."

"Isn't that a bit unfair."

"No Sam, I did not say he had to do as well as you or anything like
that. He just saw that you were at the top of your class and decided he
wanted to be at the top of his."

"But he is not me. That is putting a lot of pressure on him, isn't it."

"Like no one ever put pressure on you?"

"Well that's different, they only pressured me to do my best."

"Well that's all we are asking Wilson to do. He knows he is not you nor me
nor Fred. He knows who he is and now all he needs to do is find out what
his best is."

"But, I don't know what my best is; how will he ever know?"

"Ah, this brother is smarter than the average park bear," she said to end
that conversation.

On our last day in Banff the weather was too cold and windy to ski, so Fred
and Sara took Wilson shopping in the village. He made sure that each of us
had a t-shirt or something else with Banff, Canada on it. The two Alexes
and Judy and I went for a quick hot pool soak and a long, long fuck. The
four of us did about every kind of sexual thing to each other that we could
think of. Every orifice on every body was licked, kissed, sucked, fucked,
poked and proddedÑone at a time or all at once.  By dinnertime we had just
about run out of steam. I was beginning to wonder if Alex and I needed some
Viagra as we were being drained like nothing we had ever experienced
before.

It started easy enough, each couple on a bed, the boys eating pussy until
the girls climaxed. One of them said 'switch' and Alex and I traded
partners. This was my first go at Alexandria and she was everything my
fantasy had imagined. She did have some freckles on her pussy, too. Her
smell and taste were a lot like Judy, only different. Not better or worst,
just different. I like differences. She was wild, pushing her pussy into my
face and bring her clit into my mouth. She liked my fingers up her ass,
poking in the same rhythm as my tongue in her vagina. Her clit was longer
and harder then Judy's and her pussy lips were smaller. I sucked the
miniature cock into my mouth with the tip of my tongue dancing over its
head. She wrapped her long legs around my head and dug her heals into my
back to press me into my work. My cock was rock hard from before, so now I
was close to ejaculating without the benefit of ever a human hand.

"Why don't you give us a show?" Alexandria said.

So we did. Alex and I 69ed with each other for the pleasure of ourselves
and our lovers. We showed them how to deep throat a long hard cock by
taking its full length into our warm wet mouths with our tongues playing
along the length, wrapping around the head and pressing in the piss hole. I
had two fingers of my right hand in his anus as my left fondled his lovely
balls. Alex fucked my ass with his long index finger and would suck my
balls into his mouth, first one then the other. We were both about 3/4 gone
before we started and soon I was ejaculating down his throat and he down
mine.

"Your turn!" we said in unison and Judy moved to Alexandria.

Their fingers played music on the other one's pussy. Slowly and
deliberately tongues and lips were brought into play. Alexandria was now
breathing so hard I thought she would cum at any instant. Somehow they had
both hands and mouth making love to each pussy until they both exploded in
orgasm.

The girls engaged their men again, kissing and fondling while taking a bit
of a breather. Soon I was half hard and fucking Judy's mouth, easily
sliding my cock in and out with her head propped up by several
pillows. Once fully hard I wanted to fuck but the ladies had a twist or two
on this in mind. With Alex and I were both ready, Judy knelt on a bed.

"Right here Sam", she said patting the place.

I lay down, cock straight up skyward, Judy fondling it. I looked over at
Alex and Alexandria had his cock in her hands keeping him firm.

Judy squatted over me and said in a raspy low voice, "guide it into my
butt." Well, guiding it into her butt was what I would do, and she slowly
lowered herself onto my cock. Damn did that feel good! Judy is soooo
tight. She wiggled her ass left and right until she took the entire
length. Alexandria guided Alex to the bed using his cock as a handle.

"In my pussy, fuck boy", she cooed kissing him.

Alex lay on his back legs toward Judy and moved up, spreading his legs wide
and over mine. As he moved his legs over me I could feel the touch of his
skin and my cock twitched inside Judy's ass. "

"Oh! you like the feel of his long sexy legs, do you?" she cooed as she
began playing with my balls. Alex's cock was at Judy's pussy now and
Alexandria guided him in. I know he likes Judy's pussy almost as much as he
likes my ass and he likes my ass second only to Alexandria's cunt.

Everyone else he fucks is great, but we are best. Once he was in to the
hilt, Judy began to undulate her hips back and forth so she was fucking
both of us at once. It was great, and I could feel Alex in her and he could
feel me. Alexandria stood on the bed and presented her pussy to Judy's
mouth. I could see Judy's hands around her ass and moving over her body as
she fucked us and ate her. Alex had the best view. He could see
Alexandria's ass and Judy's fingers working in and out of Alexandria's bum
hole preparing it for him. Alex and I soon got the rhythm and began bucking
gently in and out of Judy's holes. I could feel his legs rubbing mine and
hers rubbing both of us. I'm sure Alex could feel mine to. We lasted a long
time but I came first, followed quickly by Alexandria, Judy and Alex.

After a brief rest and lots of kissing, fondling and tit sucking,
Alexandria got us boys to 69 each other again.

"Get each other nice and hard for me now," she commanded.

The two girls lay next to us and 69ed each other. I managed to reach over
and finger fuck Alexandria's ass hole. Once hard again, we repeated the
previous scene with Alexandria riding top, Alex in her ass and me in her
pussy and Judy getting a tongue job. This time I had a clear view of Judy's
butt, but with her legs spread a bit for height adjustment reasons I had a
good view of Alexandria's tongue and her fingers in my woman's rear end. We
boys lasted a lot longer for her than we did for Judy and she had nice
multiple orgasms before the three of us finished off.

By this time the place reeked of sex and we were spent. We lay in each
others arms talking and fondling and kissing and just enjoying the
afterglow of first-class lust. Sara came into the roomÑwhich surprised
usÑand suggested we get showered and changed for dinner. We had not noticed
the time as we were otherwise occupied. I think she was just a bit jealous
that we had all that great sex without her, but Sara said nothing.

The girls went to Alex's room and Alex and I got in the shower
here. Suddenly Wilson appeared at the bathroom door demanding to join us in
the water.

"Sure thing kid," Alex called out, "as long as you don't mind us playing
with your 'don't touch' butt."

"Yeah, you've got my permission," he said, stepping in.

"Why the change of heart?" I asked.

"Oh, the way it smells in here you to probably couldn't get them up
anyway."

He was right, but we did fuss a lot over his little boy butt. Not that
either of us wanted sex with him, but only because in the past he had been
so touchy about it. Alex and I soaped each other as we always do, paying
close attention to assholes, cocks and balls. Wilson was observing, and as
soon as we had soaped each other we went after him. He loved the attention,
and we loved giving it. His little ass was just so adorable and his penis
was just so little and so hard that I enjoyed touching him. He touched us,
too, running his soapy hands over or manhoods.

While we dried him off, one on each side with big white towels, he asked if
he would have a big cock like us when he grew up. We assured him he would,
and probably bigger. He laughed and told us that we were going to sleep
different that night.

"Oh, yeah," Alex said, "the girls are sharing one room and we men are
sharing another, but not this smelly place."

Did that boy girl division include Sara and Fred?

"Yeah, that's who told me. I think the women have been planning this for a
while," Wilson confided, "I overheard them talking about it."

"Oh, I see, but if Fred and Alex and I are all fucking each other, what are
you going to do, little one?"

"Watch of course," he responded with a flip of his hand and nod of his
little head.

"Alex", I said, "do you think the little fart has let his entertaining
success go to his head?"

"Yeah, I think so. Let's get him!" We chased him around the room, all of us
still buck naked. Once we caught him he received a long and perhaps a bit
of a cruel tickle.

We got dressed. Wilson and I had our clothes in this room, but Alex didn't,
so he just wore some of mine. We are pretty close in size anyway. When we
finally went to bed for the night, Wilson was asleep in seconds, leaving me
the chance to give Fred a cock suck like he had not had for, oh, a day or
two perhaps, and crawled in by the sleeping boy. I could hear Fred and Alex
going at it so I just fell asleep holding on to my little brother.

The next morning we packed, drove to Calgary and flew home.

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

I was persuaded, perhaps railroaded, into running the spring fundraiser
talent presentation for the house. I rounded up all the bothers and sisters
from our two houses and recruited some from other Greeks along the row. The
spring fundraiser was amateur to semi-pro theatrical talent, mostly from
the fraternities and sororities in the area, as well as anyone else I could
find. We sold tickets and all proceeds were donated to a local
charity. This year it was the battered women's shelter. I worked my little
buns off on this one.

I asked if Alex would be the Master of Ceremonies. He agreed, but he did
demand a high price: four butt fucks. I willing paid it. I had no idea he
was such a smooth talker on the stage. He just took to it like a
natural. I, on the other hand, get all nervous and tongue-tied. I got some
of the theatre arts students to look after stage management and technical
details, and one of the other frat houses provided the pit band.

I finally got the program set. We had over twenty acts plus a brief
presentation by the representative of the national fraternity to the local
house. A few opening remarks would be made by local dignitaries, the dean
of students and so on. Overall, it would be a three-hour show, not
including half-hour intermission.

I discovered this place is just full of talented people, all kinds of them,
as little groups and singles. I have no idea why it surprised me. Madison
is a medium sized city, plus-or-minus 200,000 plus the surrounding
area. The UW is about 50,000 alone, about the same size as Lexington.

Sara, Fred, Wilson and May came down. They had also asked for six extra
tickets. I had them all in the front row. I should have known something was
up when the national rep did not show and Rupert appeared to fill in for
him. I didn't. Alex was doing a first-rate job. Alexandria had said she
would not come, but she showed up with grandparents and parents. They used
the six extra tickets, but I still didn't get the message. Alex was
delighted with all this. Judy was helping me backstage, so I wandered out
to the lobby and watched the show from the doorway. Alex introduced Rupert
by saying he was there to make a presentation, but he had been given no
notes so Rupert would just have to speak for himself.

Just before that, Judy called me to the back for some emergency. When I
went by the front row I didn't see Wilson in his seat, but figured he went
backstage with Rupert. I thought that was a bit strange that he would do
that towards the end instead of asking me at the beginning. Judy lead me to
a stool and just said "sit!" Alex came and sat on the one next to
me. Rupert was onstage talking about the tradition of the Delta's
representing the whole community of fraternities and sororities by
presenting these spring fundraising shows and how the fraternity honors its
members who do extraordinary things. He announced the creation of a new
award: The Delta Cubed Medal of Bravery. I looked at Alex and he looked at
me. We were just about to run out of the place when Fred, Sara, Alexandria
and Judy blocked our exit. I wondered where Wilson was and I soon found
out. Rupert called Alex, Alexandra, Sam and Judy to step forward as the
first recipients of the Delta Cubed Metal of Bravery. Alex had been walking
on that stage all night long but my knees were knocking, Judy just seemed
relaxed.

"How you doing buddy?" he asked.

"I'm scared."

"Yeah, so am I."

We went out and Rupert hung the ribbons around our necks and shook our
hands.

"These three Deltas and their friend, my granddaughter, put their personal
safety on the line to defend and protect an injured child they didn't
know. The criminal they overpowered was a dangerous felon with a record of
violence who was armed with several weapons at the time. That child is with
us tonight to celebrate his deliverance and their courage."

The curtain parted and Wilson appeared. He was sitting on a stool with the
spotlight on him and the Delta house a cappella quartet behind him. My, no
our, angel started to sing. Alex. Judy, Alexandra and I just started to
cry, his angel voice was singing 'Stand by me'. The whole thing was so
emotional I thought I was going to faint. River Phoenix and Ben E. King,
eat your hearts out.

He was not just good, he was great. I had never heard such a pure clear
voice before, or at least I thought so at the time. The quartet was mighty
good too. They sang together like they had all be doing it for years. Well
the crowd just went wild when he finished. He ran over to us and Alex
picked him up and held him high in the air while the audience, the quartet
and all of us on stage (except Alex, who had his hands full) clapped.

Rupert then said, "This is Wilson, the little boy Alex, Alexandria, Judy
and Sam rescued," and the crowd went wild again; "Wilson's name is not on
your programs, but you will find corrected programs in the lobby."

Rupert handed the mic to Alex, as he placed Wilson back on his feet,
thanking him for sharing the stage, "Mister Master of Ceremonies."

Alex, Judy and I were at a loss for words, Wilson grabbed Alex's hand,
pulling the mic down to his level and said, "I think my new brothers and
sisters are just being modest and I know they are all choked-up right now,"
he looked at us, "so say thank-you to all these people; then you can get
off my stage for my last songÉit's the right thing to do."

Alex pulled his hand to his mouth saying "Sam, Judy, Alexandria and I
appreciate the support and recognition from our fraternity brothers and
sisters, you the audience and last, but never least, Wilson, thank you."

I stepped up, and with a lot of emotion in my voice, which cracked at least
three times said, "Thank-you Deltas and thank-you audience and thank-you,
little brother," nodding toward Wilson.

"Alex, Judy and I would like the Delta's to name this award 'Wilson's
Medal' because he has been the bravest of us all."

Everyone went wild again and Wilson started pushing us off the stage. As we
went offstage, he rejoined the quartet, this time standing on a riser to
reach the stand mike and the house fell quiet.

He started out saying, "My brothers and sisters, and they are my family
nowÑand these guys too," pointing at the Delta quartet, "want to thank all
of you for your support. That's called being up-staged boysÉ" everyone
laughed, "and on behalf of all the entertainers, other fraternities and
sororities and the Delta Cubed men and women, thank-you. The battered
women's shelter appreciates this support and they asked me to tell you
something: everyone in this room is a hero even if you didn't get Wilson's
Medal. Wilson's MedalÉ I like the sound of that," he said, flipping his
head. "Its just the right thing to do."

That got another laugh and more clapping. As soon as everyone quieted a bit
the bass started and each one came in on the next word, Wilson's voice
being the last: When...you...walk...through a ...storm.....

He had the audience in his hands. Hell, he had Alex and me in his hands,
but then he always does anyway. Backstage, after the curtain came down, we
were all mobbed. Everyone wanted to see our medals, shake our hands, ask
questions and, of course, everyone wanted to meet the boy wonder who sings
like an angel. Fred and Sara flanked Wilson as he met his most admiring
public, all of the other entertainers and crew, the fraternity brothers and
sisters, local press, and so on. Wilson just took over. He introduced Fred
and Sara as his foster parents, his new mom and dad. He said everyone
already knew his brothers, and Judy and Alexandria were his new sisters as
they were his brothers steady girls, as he put it. Alex's parents, Alf,
Jim, May and many of my old UK Delta House buddies were also gathering
around. It was a real back home week compressed into an evening. Okay, it
would stretch into a full weekend by the time we were all done.

In short order we were all taken to the Delta House. The men's residence is
the bigger house with the party rooms and library. The women's residence is
attached, but a smaller building. Only about a quarter of the members stay
at the house. That's all the room the place has anyway.

As the evening progressed, I figured I would need to do a lot of explaining
to a lot of people who matter to me. Many of my former UK brothers were
telling stories about me growing up, about Batta and how I came to live
with them. I learned later that the family made sure everyone who cared was
told about my adoption. At one point in the evening Wilson asked me how the
fates were treating us. My smile was his answer.

Wilson and the Delta quartet sang and sang, I never knew Wilson knew that
many songs. It was some party! It was obvious that his talent had made a
hit with everyone, especially the quartet. They wanted him as a permanent
member, a quartet plus one as it were.

Alex's parents had never been to a fraternity party before. They thought
all those stories about sex and debauchery were true. Well, they usually
are, but not when guests are invited. They were impressed with our
accommodations, the food, the general organization of the place and the
quality of the people they were meeting and talking to. We knew they did
not approve of Alexandria and Judy staying with us overnight, but since
Alexandria's parents and grandparents didn't object, I guess they just went
alongÑand Wilson had surely charmed them anyway.

Speaking of Alexandria's parents: her mother is a concert violinist who
travels widely and her dad is a big-time international lawyer who is often
at important trials in international courts. That is why they are away so
much. Her mom, Rita, was also very much impressed with Wilson. She would
make sure his talent was publicized in the right places, but only if we
wanted.

The idea for the bravery award came from Jim and Fred, and, of course,
Wilson. They cooked it up on a visit to Chicago with Rupert. I never
realized how much stroke he carried with national, but I should have: his
picture is in lots of Delta publications. It's not like me to miss
something like that, but I did. It is not like me to miss a lot of the
stuff I have been missing lately. I should have know something was up with
Alex and me when we were railroaded into running the show. Being so
involved in the running and organizing of the show, plus classes, we had
little chance of finding out about this little surprise.

It was quite late when everyone decided to go. Wilson begged to stay at the
Delta house. His little eyes were almost closed but he refused to surrender
to Morpheus. Alex and I would gladly have him, and Judy and Alexandria were
almost insistent. Sara was a bit hesitant to have a nine-year-old sleeping
overnight at the Delta House. The quartet's tenor came to the rescue. He
piped in that his roommate was away and he had a spare bed for Wilson. Well
that sealed it. Nothing that anyone could say would justify him not
staying. He was just like me after I got into it at the UK house: he was in
his little-boy glory with all these older boys and girls paying full
attention to his every movement or word.

Fred and Sara had arranged for everyone else to stay at a nearby motel.

More about that later, but, in the mean time, it seems Fred's MBA has been
working overtime.

Alex and I learned later that while in Banff, at the suggestion of a local
who heard Wilson sing, they had him tested at the Banff School of Fine
Arts. Since then, they had been bringing him to Madison once a week for
voice lessons.

More about this later too.

The next morningÑwell, closer to noonÑthe four of us struggled out of bed
and made our way to the dining hall. Wilson was holding court. He was on
stage and everyone knew it. He was into everything and already knew just
about everyone's name. He arranged for the quartet to visit our home for a
weekend of singing and was just about running the place.

He ran up to me and almost knocked this 6'2" brother down as I scooped him
into my arms. I was trying not to drop the kid as he leaned his little body
over kissing Judy and Alexandria. He would have kissed Alex too, but he was
just out of reach.

Did we like his musical gift to us? Did we like his singing? Isn't this
place neat? I want to have a whole crowd of brothers and sisters like you
two have. Wasn't the quartet great? Talk about a motor-mouth!

"I thought everyone performed well. Alex was a great host, ne's pas?
(wonder where he is learning the French) And how about that opening number
by the band? What was it again?"

'Fanfare for the Common Man,' Judy told him. I wanted to know how Judy,
Alexandria, Wilson and the others managed to keep this a secret from Alex
and me.

Wilson just re-quoted me again, "It was the right thing to do, bro," in his
off-hand matter-of-fact tone of voice and flip of his head. That got one
hardy laugh from everyone in the room.

By Sunday Wilson had an open invitation to visit the house any time, for as
long as he wanted, and to never mind what Sam and Alex might say. Wilson
did not want to leave, and we did not want him to leave. Alex did not want
Alexandria to leave either. Her dad told Fred and me that she was a chip
off the family block. His mother had picked his dad out in a registration
line up at university, and he had chosen Alexandra's mother, when he first
saw her play the 'fiddle' at a high school band concert.

If she picked Alex out after a crash in the pool then Alex was part of the
family and that-was-that. You can't mess with tradition now, can you? Randy
also thought Wilson was a natural entertainer and with such a lovely
voice. We all agreed that at this time in his life it was more important to
be a boy and do boy things than to build a career. Perhaps both would be
possible. Randy and Rita also invited Judy, Wilson and me to join the
Alexes in Holland this spring for a mini European tour. "I think it is
high-time we got to know our future son-in-law and his oh so loyal
friends."

Alex and I went to our room early Sunday evening intending to study, or at
least try, and to try and wind down from an emotional high like neither of
us had ever experienced before. I wanted to explain to Alex why I never
told people about how I came to live with Sara and Fred, but he brushed it
off saying he knew enough details and he also knows how important family
is. We made love that night like we had never before nor since. Lust is a
great thing, but boy-to-boy love, well, that is even greater. Besides, it
was the right thing to do.

As spring approached, Alexandria prepared to graduate high school. We
prepared to write our final exams. Fred and Sara were preparing to expand
our family business. Jim moved up to district sales manager. May prepared
to graduate and Alf prepared for her to join him in St. Louis. Wilson was
working hard at his studies and his singing. Judy and I were beginning to
talk about setting up our own household and she was preparing her first
student art show.

I talked to Sara and Fred about Judy and me. Sara related a conversation
she had with Alexandria who was declaring her intentions for marriage with
Alex. "Why don't you two boys think up some romantic way to ask the ladies
to marry you."

"But they already know our intentions, well, mine anyway, and I guess Alex
is along for the ride from what you just said."

"Sam, a woman wants to be asked, courted and romanticized, even if you are
already sleeping with her on a regular basis. It's a female thing, just
accept it."

Fred to the rescue. He got Alex and I to talk with him about it and we
called Randy. It was Randy's idea of what to do and Fred's idea of how to
finance it.

As soon as our exams were over we got ready to fly to Amsterdam. Alexandria
wrote early exams and Wilson was excused from a few weeks of school, but in
fourth grade not much happens anyway.

Sara sat us down and told us about some of Rita and Randy's plans. She had
arranged for Wilson to attend special classes with the Vienna Boys' Choir
and for him to sing before several groups in Holland. Randy would meet us
at the airport in Amsterdam. Fred gave us tickets and had passports and
other documents ready. He gave me a large sum of money and several credit
cards. Wilson was to have anything he wanted. Judy's and Alex's parents
gave each of them goodly sums of money to spend too. I take it that the
Walthum's had convinced Alex's parents that the kids were bound to get
engaged and they should just accept it as they did, and they did.

Wilson had his singing clothing along, a tux, that made the boy look quite
grown up. We were armed with film, cameras, and all sorts of stuff. You
would have thought we were going for six months, not three weeks.

As soon as we landed in Amsterdam, Randy whisked us off to the diamond
district, to an old friend's diamond showroom, so Alex and I could buy our
ladies the engagement rings of their choice. I was a bit taken by the
prices, but Randy just whispered that that's what the Amex card is for and
not to tell the girls how I am paying. "Fred and I have that arranged. "

Randy introduced us to his friend Jason Adonis. We were impressed as he
couldn't be much over 25 and was obviously the man in charge here. In fact,
I kind of liked the fellow, who was not at all like I would have
thought. While the girls discussed settings with the staff, he told us a
bit about himself and his family. I could see on the wall a picture of him,
his Uncle and brothers, most of them looked to be our age or perhaps a bit
younger.

(Jason Adonis and his diamond factory and family are from another of my
stories, you guessed it, Jason Adonis. It was completed last year.)

After they picked out the settings and we paid the bill we met Rita at a
restaurant. Alexandria and Judy were so excited, I guess this was romantic
enough. The three women went to pick up the rings while we men sampled the
local beer, and being Holland, Wilson could join us.

We did all the tourist things and Wilson sang to and met all kinds of
important people. It was great to be officially engaged to our ladies. I
did not quite know what to say to Judy. We had never talked about getting
married but we never talked about not either. Judy was just delighted
though. Both girls thought this was just so romantic and they were
appreciative of our thoughtfulness. I am sure they knew it was not our idea
per se, and I later found out Alexandria told Judy not to ask about the
cost or how it was being paid for as she was sure our families had made
some arrangements. It was just to well planned to be otherwise.

"This kind of thing has my dad written all over it," she flatly stated.

At our first hotel in Amsterdam we had flowers and letters of
congratulations for everyone in our rooms, a dead give away that she was
right.

We did not want to leave, but we had to get back to work and Wilson had to
get back to school. Rita had one more concert in two weeks. She said she
would see Wilson in Canada. Now that was a mystery.

Judy and I made love that first night. It was not lustful, but a slow,
passionate, measured and very comfortable kind of sex. If this is what
being married is like, I'll like itÑbut only if we can punctuate it with
some wild and passionate lust once in a while.

I don't know what the others saw, but the human view on the Dutch beaches
was something to behold for me. I could not imagine so many great looking
young bodies, both boys and girls, in one place. It was a leg and ass man's
wet dream come true.

When we returned home, it would be to some really big changes in all our
lives. The fates were at it again, but this time I knew just who those
fates were: Rita and Fred.

Wilson was just in his glory. He ran from place-to-place. He seemed to know
everyone even before we got in the room. I know he loved most of the
museums, and we had a wonderful time hiking in Germany and Austria. Most
importantly, he seemed to pick up languages like a sponge. In one afternoon
on the beach near The Hague he picked up enough Dutch to make about 50
little friends (Okay, only about 10 but it seemed like 50).

Rita told me she was just a tad jealous of Judy and Alexandria as they had
Wilson. She always wanted a son who was musical and a showman like he is. I
thought Sara would share but was not sure about Judy and Alexandria. Wilson
charmed everyone, and in Vienna they wanted us the leave him right
there. Such a voice and such showmanship. I said no, perhaps in a year or
two, but not now. Wilson would have none of that anyway. Alex and I fifty
miles away was far enough, and that was that. In France, someone asked
Wilson who he belonged to. He thought for a moment and said, "all of them."
The poor French lady was quite puzzled until Randy, who speaks better
French then any of us, explained that since the four of us rescued him he
claimed us all as his family.

We returned home just in time for the wedding of one of Alex's
sisters. Wilson was asked to sing, which he did, and Alexandria and Judy
played organ and piano. Then we threw ourselves into our work. Fred had
hired several more young men for us to train.

The big news came in July: the four of us were to take Wilson to Banff, to
meet Rita and Randy. Judy and Wilson would spend most of the summer at the
Banff school taking intermediate and master classes. Rita was offering
classes in the violin but none of us play that, which is probably a good
thing with her as a relative.

Alex, Alexandria and I were to work at one of the Banff hotels, so we had a
week-long intensive course in Japanese as soon as we arrived. It was Wilson
who picked up Japanese the best and fastest. Judy studied painting with
several notable instructors.

Fred had decided to invest in this property, but only as a partner. He did
not want to run the place. Sara would make a number of trips to Banff over
the year in her function as accountant. Wilson was studying and doing
social and physical activities with the other students; he was the
youngest. The four of us spent as much time enjoying the park and each
other as our jobs and classes allowed. Not only is the place full of
tourists, but like home, full of college students during the summer.

Fred wanted Alex and I to gain experience working for another
organization. We all needed to expand our hotelier backgrounds, since we
would need them in the fall. He would not say much more yet, but I
suspected he had some ideas relating to our all attending the same
university. Alex was concerned that those ideas involved us not living at
the Delta house. Now that we were officially tied to our women it would be
expected for us stop playing around and begin doing things for real.

We all liked the mountains and the laid-back attitude that is so common in
Canada. We hiked, fished, climbed, rode bikes and horses, boated and just
lay in the sun and the hot springs. We met a number of young people from
all over the world. Judy was able to spend lots of nights with me. I was a
bit concerned about money for the fall with the short working season and
the lower value of the Canadian dollar. I was covered and Alex's
scholarship was almost as good, but Alexandria would not have one and
Judy's needed supplementation. Rita was able to spend a lot of time with us
over the summer. Alexandria appreciated having her mom close by the most,
but that's understandable. We all got along well with her. Alex has been
calling her "Mom" since Holland. Well, she did always want a son.

Fred had the money issue covered, too, but we did not know that until our
return. In August, Fred came up for a few days and brought us his car. I
had asked him to bring camping gear so we could camp on the way
home. Alexandria and Wilson had never camped before. We visited many of the
sights: Yellowstone, Little Bighorn, and the Black Hills as we drove from
Alberta to Wisconsin. Wilson's only complaint, which was made more in jest
than anything else, was how hard it is to sleep when you have your brothers
and sisters fucking on either side of you. He would not have his sleeping
bag placed anywhere else than between ours and the Alexes' either.

Alex and I related all the history we could remember to Wilson, and I was
able to relate some of my geology courses too. Wilson asked at one point if
we knew everything. Judy and Alexandria thought that was really funnyÑat
least they sure laughed.

By summer's end Wilson was in a real growth spurt. You could almost see him
getting taller by the hour. He was now in Grade 5, and his singing lessons
would be two times a month on Saturdays.

We got home about a week before our classes were to start. Alexandria could
skip freshman orientation as we would show her around the campus, and Alex
would provide the rest. Randy and Rita and Rupert and Liz were at the motel
with Fred and Sara and Judy's parents when we pulled in about
mid-afternoon. Alex and Alexandria went to his parents' home to bring them
over for Sara's welcome home party. It turned out they had a big surprise
engagement party for us. The Delta Quartet came and the Four-Plus-One
provided the entertainment with lots of barbershop harmony and 60s a
cappella. I think everyone in the community came, and those that had not
been privileged to hear Wilson before were more then impressed. The girls
showed off their rings and all the girls commented on how romantic it was
of us boys to surprise them that way.

Alex's parents were now a lot more comfortable with his and Alexandria's
relationship, but they still remained a bit reserved about it all. Our
families had more surprises for us. They had been informed of the
engagement by phone and Fred filled them in with background details.