Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2022 05:45:54 +0100 (CET)
From: saamilarsen@tutanota.com
Subject: His Name is Saami

His name is Saami
By John Mathews

Ilha da Alegria (Island of Joy) is a tropical island paradise off the coast
of Brazil. It has some mountains in the north and plains in the south. It
is roughly an 18 to 20 hour trip between Macapá in Brazil and
København (Copenhagen) in Denmark, my home country. It is then a
short flight, about two hours and a bit from Macapá to Rive Sud, the
capital. The island is home for two major indigenous groups, the Kham and
the Falgo. There is a Kham reservation and a Falgo reservation. These are
in the south of the island and are tourist free zones. Strictly. The two
groups mutually respect each other, but rarely intermarry. Four times a
year they come together for a festival and a huge market day. There is
always a soccer match, with lots of friendly rivalry. The Kham are ancestor
worshippers and see spirits and dragons (mostly benevolent, some vicious)
everywhere. The Falgo have something similar, but with a patina of
catholicism thrown in. Intentional violence is virtually unknown.

There is a hospital on the Kham reservation, but all are treated there,
Kham, Falgo and anyone else. There are a few Brazilians but they live in
the north. A number of mixed race islanders live in the south, and are
mostly professionals such as nurses, police or shopkeepers. There is also a
small refugee population. They are refugees from violence in other South
American countries.

The governor is the boss. He, with a small council rule the country. It is
not repressive, and things like gay marriage are perfectly legal. However,
there are some strange customs among the indigenous population which will
become apparent.

The island had been ruled by the Portuguese, then the Brazilians and then
the English. It has three official languages, namely Portuguese, English
and Kham-Falgo. The island lobbied for and was granted independence from
the English, without much ado, and the islanders are fiercely proud of
their independent status and will brook no incursions either diplomatic or
martial into their Island of Joy. In truth it is a beautiful, peaceful
place.

This island was where I was going to work.

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"You're stuck with him," said the doctor.

"Huh?" I answered stupidly. I really did not understand.

"He's a Kham, and you saved his life."

I had indeed saved the kid's life. He was drowning and I swam to him and
pulled him in to safety. He was unconscious and I gave him mouth to
mouth. I didn't think about it. I just did it. It's what I do. I'm a
doctor.

"You saved his life. So he belongs to you now."

"Waddaya mean?"

"The Kham believe that you have stolen food from the river dragon and, so
to his family, he is dead. They don't want the river dragon coming after
them. They are preparing for his funeral even now. They will have a mock
funeral to fool the dragon, and they will never speak of or to him
again. He does have some options though. Firstly, he can become a street
kid. Secondly, he can throw himself in the river and drown, thus giving the
river dragon her food or lastly he can become your property."

"You mean own him, like a pet or something."

"Yes."

"And if I don't??"

"He'll probably starve and die. There's only so much I can do here... I
already have two kids in my shack who were saved from drowning." (Some time
later I discovered the `starve and die' and `street kid' bit -- no such
thing on Ilha da Alegria - was far more than a gross exaggeration. It was
pure emotional blackmail.)

"Well that's a bit of a no-brainer, isn't it? I guess I take him."

The doc looked at me and said, "I was hoping you'd say that. The kid's
about 13 and just on the cusp of puberty and is in good health. I know this
because I do 6 monthly health checks on Kham and Falgo people to ensure
they are free from TB or any other infectious diseases. Finn, it looks like
you got yourself a son." He smiled at me. "Incidentally his name is
Saami. I know the kid because I circumcised him about 2 years ago. I did
his little brother about a month ago. I like to cut the kids myself rather
than have them go to that bloody old witch butcher they call 'doctor'."

There was a bit of a noise behind us and what sounded like a sob.

The doctor exclaimed, "Keeva, what are you doing here?" A little copy of
Saami was in the room. "You can't be here, lad," he said not unkindly. "Go
away and I won't say anything..."

"No, replied the little chap. "I stay." He walked to the bed and took his
brother's hand and kissed it."

"What's going on?"

The doc looked at me with a kinda sad and hopeful expression.  "Can you do
two kids?"

"Why?"

"Keeva has just signalled his intention not to move from his brother's
side. He won't, either. His family will know he's been here and they will
send him away. He's dead to them as well. I'm going to leave you three
alone. You might want to have a chat with Keeva. You will not be disturbed
at all. Close the door, just to make sure. If Saami wakes, check that he's
okay. You can take the mask off when his oxygen saturation is at
97%. Remember, he is totally and completely yours, as is Keeva."

I walked over to Saami to check all was well. On a sudden impulse I kissed
him on the forehead. He smiled in his exhaustion induced sleep and
continued on sleeping. Keeva grinned.

"Okay, Keeva, let's you and me talk."

He looked around. I had planted myself in the only chair, a comfortable
armchair. He looked at me and decided my lap was where he would sit. He was
cute in an overly large t-shirt and some very floppy shorts. He was bare
foot. He planted himself sideways on my lap and the leg of his shorts
rolled up. On impulse I pushed my hand up under his shirt and kissed him on
the lips.  He responded. He responded, all right.

He held my hand to his chest as if he was never going to let go. My other
hand he grabbed and pushed it up to his now stiff cock. I felt a little bit
of fluff at the base of his iron hard dick. I rubbed my finger across it
and decided I liked the feel. This all took less than a minute, but it
defined where we were going.

I had come to the country to work as a surgeon and I knew my task was not
going to be easy. Saami's doctor, Sven, was to be my colleague and unlike
me, Sven was not a surgeon, but could operate when he had to. We were
desperately needed in this rural area, and the government had invited me to
come with promises of a house, a car and a more than substantial
salary. Infant mortality was low, which was a blessing, but kids tended not
to be brought to the hospital unless they were very ill.

The less educated individuals, mostly Khams, saw the hospital as a place to
die, not a place for healing. The doctor who was looking after Saami was a
Dane, like me, and he had done a lot of work to raise the positive profile
of the place. He also knew me by reputation and recommended me for the
position.

The local Kham shaman-witch doctor was a real problem. He wielded an
immense power over the Kham people who were deserting him in a slow trickle
to modern medicine. Kids weren't seen as real people until about the age of
10, when boys were circumcised and girls became women when they got their
first period, at about 11 or 12.

Feeling little Keeva on my lap and thinking about my current dilemma I was
certain there was no way I could leave the kids to fend for themselves. I
gave the little fellow a kiss and lifted him off my legs. He stood up and
looked at me, a bit disappointed. His eyes were chocolate brown and his
eyelashes seemed to be a mile long. His hair was ebony black and his skin
café au lait. A total contrast to blond, blue-eyed me. He really was
beautiful. I tore myself away from those eyes. His brother was breathing
steadily but I thought I had better check. The equipment measured his
oxygen level at 98% so I removed his mask. The movement woke him. He
recognised me immediately. We had seen each other by the river several
times and just smiled at each other and waved.

"Hello," he said.

"Well hello," I replied. "Have a good sleep? Feeling okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

I thought this kid had good manners.

"What do you remember?" I asked him.

"I was swimming, and I just woke up. Someone kissed me." He touched his
forehead. "What's your name?"

Keeva looked up at me. I realised he didn't know either.

"My name's Finn."

"Finn," he repeated.

"I guess you guys are going to live with me now." I had made up my mind.

Saami leapt from his bed and hugged me. All he had on was a hospital gown
which flew open at the back. As I hugged him back, my hand came to rest on
his backside. I gave his arse a squeeze. He giggled and then gave me a
lip-slapper of a kiss. This was certainly something the brothers had in
common. Happily.

"Keeva, will you leave Saami and me alone for a few minutes please. Just
wait outside and I'll get you shortly." Keeva had hugged me around the
legs.

The little fellow exited with a giggle and left me with his brother. Saami
shyly walked towards me and his flimsy hospital gown slipped off. He was a
perfect lad. His torso had no puppy fat and his stomach was totally
flat. Like his brother he had jet black hair, brown eyes with impossibly
long eyelashes and beautiful, smooth, soft skin. I knew this from seeing
him at the river from time to time and admiring him. He had smiled at me a
couple of times so I knew what he looked like above his shorts. Now I saw
the rest. His arse was rounded and firm but soft. I had felt that when we
had our hug. He also sported a nice, cut, half hard-on of approximately 12
cm. pointed straight out. His belly button was a little nautilus. His balls
hung neatly in his sack. He had a small black bush. He was altogether the
full enchilada of sexy boyishness.

"Do you want to live with me?"

"Yes please." His eyes filled with tears and he hugged me again. I felt
everything that made him boy. It was substantial, but boyish too. By this
time I was getting fully turned on, so I thought it best to go about
hospital type business.

"I'll find you some clothes,"

I took a deep breath and decided it was time for us to leave. I asked Keeva
to wait with Saami, and I went looking for Sven.

I found him having a coffee in the MO's room.

"Velkommen til Kham oprindelige reserve," he said to me in Danish. "Welcome
to the Kham Indigenous Reserve," he repeated in English, for the benefit of
another MO who looked at him oddly and then in Portuguese just to make sure
everyone understood. "Bem-vindo à reserva indígena Kham."

The other MO laughed and said to me, "My home is in Brazil and I speak
English quite well as I trained in Scotland." Apart from his slight burr, I
detected a further underlying accent.

I laughed and replied, "Dis goed. Ek praat ook Afrikaans. As jy Brasiliaans
is, is ek die aap se esel." The doc's face registered a very great surprise
and when he had picked his jaw up from the floor He laughingly said, "It
looks like we've crossed the language barrier!" Then " Where did you learn
Afrikaans?"

"I taught at Tygerberg for a while and as Stellenbosch is multi-lingual I
just had to learn Afrikaans. I was a dismal failure in trying to learn
isiXhosa."

He turned to Sven. "Where did you find this bastard?" He smiled at me. "He
just said if I was Brazilian, he was a monkey's arse." He looked at me. "
Well, I am actually Brazilian, but I was born in Joberg."

I laughed. "Touché."

"Anyway," he stuck out his hand, "I'm Piet, and you are..?

I took his warm, slim hand and replied, "I'm Finn."

"I love it... a Dane called Finn." He laughed at his own good humour. I
rolled my eyes at the very old, to me, joke. "Anyway, my name's Steyn. Just
think `Stain'. This bliksem," he indicated Sven with his thumb, "says I'm a
stain on the face of medicine. Incidentally, everyone here speaks English,
even the Kham."

I laughed. He made a sad face. This guy was definitely a clown.

"I'm Larsen."

"Well Dr. Finn Larsen, it looks like there's going to be a bit of "Larsen"
around here. Brighten the place up. I also hear you've made a bit of a
splash with our Kham community... or rather an un-splash and you have
collected for your very own self two little Khams. A very impressive
introduction to our weird world of Kham culture. Whatever you do with them,
they're yours now. They are literally dead to their family. Personally, I
have three boys; an 11 year old, a 15 year old and a 20 year old. I
actually adopted them. The 20 year old lives in Brazil and is studying
medicine. The other two still keep my bed warm. Actually the 15 year old is
a Falgo."

I was a bit startled at this. My face certainly registered it.

"The Kham and Falgo have no inhibitions and that is a very big bonus for
guys like us."

"Err, um. Waddaya mean."

"For chrissake, Piet. Finn's only been here a few days." This was Sven.

"Two Kham boys; three days... I rest my case."  Piet laughed. "Also my
gaydar is never wrong." He sat down with a huge smirk on his face.

"Er, speaking of two Kham boys," I thought to bring this somewhat
embarrassing dialogue to an end, "Saami needs to be officially
discharged... I don't actually work here until Monday, so I can't do it."

"His oxygen and other vitals are okay, then?" asked Sven.

"Yep."

"Consider him discharged to your care. I'll do the paperwork in a little
while."

Sven then let out a piercing whistle. It startled me.

Moments later a nurse stuck his head through the door, then marched in. He
salaamed to Sven.

"You whistled, master?" he queried.

We all laughed.

"Some clothes for our little Kham in room 12, please; and get a wriggle
on."

"Yes, oh Lord of the Far Horizon." He then wriggled his backside and
started to trot off to his allotted task.

"Oh and incidentally get two coats and four sets of scrubs for Dr. Larsen
here. Assign him a locker while you're at it. And please do not molest the
boy as he is Dr Larsen's. So, incidentally is the little one. Hence, hands
off."

"Sire, your merest wish my most mandatory and binding command." He toddled
off. "I hear and I obey..." echoed after him.

I was staring after him in disbelief.

"His name is Orso, but we call him Bear. He is a brilliant nurse; the best
theatre nurse we have. He has unbelievable rapport with patients,
especially kids - they often call him Dr Bear rather than Nurse Bear, and
as you may have guessed is a consummate fun guy, as gay as a giddy goat and
universally loved."

"Right," I said, still befuddled at the obvious informality. "I had better
get my new charges and take them off home."

"Yep you do that and have a brilliant evening of fun."

I escaped this bewildering little scene and ran straight into Bear.

" Oh hi Dr. I have assigned you locker number 1 because I like you, and
left scrubs and some white coats. You start on Monday, don't you?"

"Yes; and please call me Finn."

"I'm Bear. And I can be in more ways than one." He grinned wickedly. "
Incidentally, you have scored yourself two gorgeous boys there." He
indicated over his shoulder with his thumb. "If you intend to keep them,
you had better let the police know. They like to keep their finger on the
pulse of everything that's happening on the reserve. They won't interfere -
they just like to know. And as you are new, they will take something of an
interest in what's going on with you. Reporting this incident quickly will
put you in very good stead with them. I'll come to your place and help you
through the police shit tomorrow, if you like."

"Thanks Bear, that will be very much appreciated. I'll get the kids."

I entered room 12 and there were the two lads. Saami and Keeva were sat
side by side on the bed. The quick movement of Keeva's hand and the dopey
smile on Saami's face indicated to me where the hand had been.

"Okay, guys, let's head to our new home."

Suddenly I had an armful of boys, and a million kisses on my cheeks and
lips. I disengaged from the small fry, and with a boy holding onto each of
my hands left the hospital and headed to my new car.

We arrived at my very nice (thank you, government) home. The ground floor
was the living space. Upstairs, on the first floor were the three bedrooms,
each with an en suite. Water was not an issue and there were litres of hot
water from the solar panels. In a separate bathroom, there was a huge
shower which could easily fit four people, a sunken bath and a separate
WC. In the back yard there was also a dry sauna and a hot tub. A large
one. Likewise there was a 25 metre swimming pool. There was also a smallish
bungalow connected to the house with a bull-nose corridor for any servants
I might want to live-in. My house was set in a sort of tropical orchard and
was completely private. If I wanted a servant or gardener I would have to
find them myself. Chez Finn was very comfortable, thank you very, very
much.

We had stopped off at the little general store on the way, and I bought
clothes for the boys and some food. They had nothing save what they stood
up in. The climate was always warm to hot, so clothing tended to be
minimal. I let the kids choose their own clothes and underwear, which they
did quite quickly. I noticed they tended to floppy, but nice clothing. They
also chose several scraps of nothing for underwear. I told them about the
pool and suggested they get some swimwear as well. They both chose very
small speedos. I didn't object. I thought I would like to see them in
speedos.

We finally arrived at the house and the oohs and aahs were delightful to
hear.

"Okay guys, let's put your clothes in your bedroom, and we'll have
something to eat."

The lads had a king size bed in their room, and I had an emperor size
bed. I showed them my room and they giggled. I wondered why.

"I hope you guys don't mind sharing a bed." Again they giggled.

"We always sleep together." This was Keeva.

"Right... let's have something to eat."

After eating, I cleaned up and the kids watched a bit of Netflix. The time
marched on and at 21:00 I decided it was time for bed. The kids looked
drowsy and, to be honest, I was exhausted. I sent the kids to their
bedroom.

Though the day had not been totally busy, it had been emotionally
draining. I still hadn't properly come to terms with having two young lads
to care for. I checked on them. They were both asleep, cuddled next to each
other. A single bed would have been sufficient. The room had a faint odour
of soap and washed boy. I smiled to myself. Suddenly, through my
exhaustion, I felt very, very happy and content. I leaned over and kissed
each one on the forehead. Saami smiled in his sleep, and a very cheerful
Finn wandered off to bed.

I was awoken some time later by a presence next to me. Saami had sneaked
into my bed.

I turned towards him and cuddled him to me. We were both naked and his
little erect spike poked me in my stomach. It seemed to be about 12 cm.

"Saami, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

"Do you like me, Finn?" he whispered.

"Of course I like you... I love you, and Keeva. You are now my boys."  I
whispered back to him.

"Not yet... you have to make me totally yours."

"What do you mean Saami? You are totally mine, aren't you?

" I am yours to do with what you want. But, you have to put yourself in me
and give me your juice to make me your boy, your son."

"We can talk about this later."

" Okay, but Keeva wants this too. He is much sexier than I am."

"You, Saami are one sexy package, and we will talk about it in the
morning." I was being firm. I was also a more than a little confused.

I hugged him tightly and he kissed me. His kiss was not a friendly or
filial type of peck, but a full on kiss, with a touch of tongue. His hand
caressed my hip and fell on my now hard cock. I caressed him as he played
with my dick. As my hand roamed over his arse he opened his legs and I was
in no doubt as to what he wanted. I ran my finger down his crack and he
opened his legs further. By this time I was uber horny, but I wanted to
talk to him first, and Keeva as well. I pulled myself back from the edge
and eventually drifted off to sleep. Saami was almost purring from the
caressing, and I guessed he resigned himself to the fact that nothing but
cuddles was happening tonight.


Part 2

It was around 6:30am when I awoke. I had a naked boy either side of me, and
a morning wood that could hold up a big top. I also needed to piss.

There was no way I was going to get my dick pointed down to piss in the
lavatory, so I turned the shower on and got in and pissed up the shower
wall to my heart and bladder's content. It was a phenomenally good pee.
Everything felt good this morning. I could only put it down to my new
sons. This was really crazy. I hadn't known them for 24 hours yet, but I
felt totally bound to them.

At about 7 the lads finally arose, but didn't bother with clothes. I
realised that I hadn't either. Their dicks were in a default state and
their cut appendages looked absolutely sweet. Their naked bodies were doing
things to me and I hastened to pull on some underwear and grabbed a
t-shirt.

"Come on lads, do morning things and come on down for breakfast."

They raced into the bathroom and peed. A naked Keeva sat on the loo, farted
then pooped. He wiped himself quite carefully then jumped into the still
running shower where Saami had made himself totally at home. I watched the
kids washing each other quite robustly but carefully and left them to their
devices.

"Finn," came the call from Saami. "May we have some towels, please."

I gave them towels and the toothbrushes we had bought yesterday. I had
noticed they both scrubbed their arses totally clean, or at least I thought
so. I was later to be proven 100% correct. By this time I was part way
decent and went down stairs to dash up some toast and scrambled eggs. The
kids arrived with towels around their hips, and it was impossible not to
notice how damned sexy they looked.

Keeva wandered up to me and coyly asked if he could give me a good morning
kiss.

"Of course Keeva."

Before I had finished he climbed up my frame and gave me a smacker on the
lips and slipped straight down.

"You can do that anytime Keeva; and where's my kiss from you, Saami?"

This time I bent over to get my kiss from Saami. I was not disappointed.

The kids wolfed down their breakfast and drank their milk. Keeva let go a
little burp and went as red as any kid could. I laughed.

"Sorry Finn."

"No problems, Keeva. I take that as a compliment. And incidentally kids, I
want a good morning kiss every day before breakfast."

They beamed at me and nodded okay.

"Right guys. After you clean your teeth, come back here because I want to
talk to you."

The kids disappeared for a short while and returned, wearing only
underpants. They looked terrific. Keeva in bright red and Saami in lime
green. They had bikini underdaks and I could feel myself stirring.

I could feel a certain amount of tension from the kids.

"Okay guys, I have more than a few questions." We sat on the lounge, one on
either side of me. I put my arms around their shoulders and neither
flinched. They pulled themselves closer to me. I loved the feel of their
warm, soft skin. I gave each of them a peck on the head.

"Well now," I kicked off, "Tell me how you speak such perfect English."

Saami started. "We learn from kindergarten, and Keeva and I watch Netflix
in English all the time. We also spent a lot of time at Paul McDonald's
house; even sometimes for a whole week." (Paul McDonald was the doctor
whose place I took. He was a New Zealander.) "We only spoke English, though
he could speak Kham and Portuguese."

"Well I have to say your English is faultless." The kids beamed. Keeva
hugged my chest.

"We talk Portuguese good, too."

Saami peered around me with a severe look at Keeva.

"Sorry," the little bloke said. "I meant we speak Portuguese well, too."

"That's great. Maybe I'll teach you Danish as well." The kids beamed. I
could see Saami might be a bit of a martinet with his little brother, at
least as far as language was concerned.

"The other thing I want to talk about is something Saami said to me last
night." I squeezed his shoulder. "Do you remember, buddy?"

He nodded.

"Well, please explain to me what you said."

He took a deep breath and started. "You called Keeva and me your boys. I
nodded. "Well to make us your sons, you have to take us and put yourself
and your juice in us."

"Are you sure you understand what you are saying, Saami?"

"Yes. Keeva and I both want you to take us and blow your manhood into
our..." He hesitated a second. "Arses," he finished. "We want you to, umm,
fuck us. Then we will be yours. Always."  He spoke to me slowly, as if I
were the dumbest student.

"Okay, I understand. I want you guys to stay here and talk about this for a
little while with each other. I want you to know that what you ask could
hurt. A lot. I want you to be 100% sure that's what you want. If you decide
it isn't I will love you just as much. If you do, then come to me in my
bedroom. But, you have to be sure... really sure."

The kids looked at each other and smiled. I padded off to my bedroom,
stripped off and waited. Somehow, I must have been tired because I drifted
off.

Before I was properly asleep, I felt a light rustle of the sheets and two
little naked elves slipped in beside me. I got two luscious kisses, and
Saami whispered to me they were really sure.

I gave Keeva a kiss and ran my hands down his body. His cock was stiff, as
only a little boy's can be. I gave him a quick suck. He tensed and was
obviously disappointed when I pulled off.

"I'm going with Saami first, since he is your elder brother. He will be my
elder son." I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my lube. "Do you
know what this is, Keeva?"

"It's to make everything slippery," he responded.

"That's right. Now put some on Saami's arse and then my cock. But before
you do," I turned my attention fully to Keeva, "Give your brother a kiss, a
good one."

He did. He leaned over and kissed Saami's mouth, his nips and his cock. He
used his tongue everywhere. Keeva felt his brother's erect cock and his
balls. I felt Keeva's. This was a hands on, live porn show I was very
pleased not to have missed. I couldn't resist and went down on Saami. My
tongue tickled his muscly ring and it opened a little for me. I really ate
him out.  At this moment Keeva grabbed my dick and lubed me. Saami seemed a
little dazed from the windup his brother and I had given him. I lifted the
kid's legs to my shoulders and I penetrated him. I totally nailed him up to
my balls. I was never one for the little by little approach.

Saami was a wriggling mass of boy under me. I was thrusting in as deeply as
I could go, then back so my cock was nearly out of him, and then deeply
again. His cries were a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain waned very
quickly and all that was left was pleasure.

"Go deep, please, go deep."

I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel my arse contracting and
expanding as my release grew. I also sensed a gentle lapping. Keeva's
tongue was on my hole. It added to the total climax which came in
torrents. As I blew Saami obviously could feel this.

 "I'm yours... you are my daddy."

His kisses were just totally filled with love. My balls tingled and I knew
I could go again. I rolled off him and grabbed Keeva.

"Are you sure, Keeva?" I asked.

He grabbed my wet cock and placed it at his already lubed hole.

"Just push into me, please," he plaintively asked. "Just push."

I did. I met some resistance.

"Push harder!"

I did and slid in with a bit of an effort. His tight little arsehole held
me firmly, but I was in.

"Push hard."

Again I did. I was totally in. Keeva went off like a fire cracker. He knew
the moves and had me hanging on the edge in a matter of minutes. I pulled
on his cock hoping he would have an orgasm. He was now openly weeping.

"Is it too much for you, little fella?"

"No, no, no... keep doing it. Do it harder."

I obeyed. At this point Saami had recovered some, and was caressing my
arse. Suddenly I felt his tongue replace his finger on my man cunt and it
was just too much. I blew another mighty load. I think five or six. I
wasn't counting.

"You are my papai now. You are my daddy. I am your real son, now."

I cuddled him to me and pulled Saami in as well.

"I now have two beautiful sons." I smiled to myself. This had been quite a
morning.

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Part 3

The lads nestled into me. Keeva was playing with my now soft cock. It was
very pleasant, I had to say. In my life I had never been sex-starved. I am
reasonably good looking, fit and apparently have some sort of sex appeal.
It had been about two weeks since I had been with anyone. My neighbour's
son, a beautiful 15 year old, kept my hormones at bay. He was as close to a
boyfriend as I had ever had. I did love him dearly and was actually
thinking of marrying him. He didn't know this. He would be 16 in a couple
of months. When I was packing to leave, Joris' mother came over to see
me. She told me Joris was truly upset at me leaving and could he stay over
the night. I told her sure, and indicated he could come and visit me during
his holidays.

"You have treated Joris really well. Helped him with schooling. Helped him
growing up. I always knew he was gay, and I am so happy he found a guy like
you to help him through. Thank you so much. He thinks of you like a father,
and you have been, as well as a lover."

I could feel my face go red at this.

" Of course I knew you guys were making love, and I always knew when." She
laughed a little. "He sang ABBA songs whenever he had been here, especially
Lay All Your Love On Me. Remember, I wash his clothes, and that includes
his underwear. Sooooo, he would just like another night with you before you
go."

" Oh!" I replied. I felt a bit sheepish at this news.

"I also want to make you his legal guardian in case of my demise."

"Does he know?"

"About what?"

"About the legal guardian...  and the cancer?"

She gave me a hard look.

"It's not hard to tell. I am a surgeon and you were unexpectedly on my
surgical list for an exploratory. I had to back out because I know you. I
also know they opened you up and closed you straightaway. I also know you
have about 18 months. But with a positive attitude and the chemo you can
fight it, you know."

Her look told me I knew too much.

"Is it still okay if I make you his guardian? He really loves you, you
know. He does know about the guardian thing."

"Of course it's okay. But he will be a grown man before that comes into
force." I was trying to keep this up-beat. "Dr. Iversen is a brilliant
oncologist."

"Yes, yes, so I've heard. I like him, too." This conversation was a bit
more than awkward. "You leave tomorrow, I guess," she added.

"Yup, in the evening." I was glad for the change of subject.

"Okay, I'll send Joris over. Better he mopes here, than at home, under my
feet. Bloody moody teenagers in love," she said with a laugh. " He knows I
have treatment, but he thinks it's for a stomach complaint. Okay?"

"Ja. Okay on both counts."

She left.

A beaming Joris arrived.

I opened my arms and he was in them in a flash.

"I love you, Joris," I whispered to him. He started to sob.

"That's the first time you said that to me. Can I say it back to you,
Finn."

"As many times as you want. Every day in my email or texts I will look for
it. Because that will keep my heart beating."

"Will you fuck with anybody else while you're away?"

"I guess so. But I will tell you." I tickled him. "Unlike you, lover boy,
who has been fucking Jannie Pedersen after school, I don't keep secrets
from my lover."

He had the good grace to blush. "I also know you have been fucking his
little brother Rex. He's cute, isn't he? Hmmm? I love him in those yellow
swimmers he has. Really shows off his package. Nice package too. Last night
we were alone in the swimming pool. He asked me to help him with a knot he
had in his swimmers. He had a hard on, and I asked him was it the knot or
the weapon in his swimmers he needed help with. He giggled and said both. I
brought him up here. We played cock games, but I didn't fuck him. He asked
me to, but I didn't. He sort of told me 'You love Joris, don't you?' I told
him yes, and he told me that Joris, (that's you baby -- I poked Joris in
the ribs) said you loved me very much, but that he liked playing with
Jannie and him. So you see, lover boy, that's how I know the story."

"Why didn't I know this?"  Joris asked slightly grumpily.

"Because I haven't seen you until just now, smart arse." I gave him a
kiss. "He does have a gorgeous little prick, though, doesn't he?"

"Yeah he does." Joris laughingly agreed.

"C'mon my lover, we're going out." Joris looked disappointed, but rallied
round.

We climbed into my old Volksie and chunka-chunka-chunked off. If ever I get
back to Denmark, I was going to buy a new car.

We stopped at a shopping centre and climbed out. I asked Joris to get a few
things from the supermarket while I paid some bills. This was not unusual
and he raced off to the market. I didn't have any bills but I slipped into
a jewellers shop. The rings I had pre-ordered were there and I picked them
up and paid. They were nice but not over the top. Each was engraved with
Finn and Joris on the inside. I was satisfied. I was going to leave Joris
my poor old car, the key to my unit as a private space for himself (the
proviso being he kept it clean - his mother agreed) and a ring to remember
me by. I was also going to leave him a sore arse tonight. Sometimes, not
always, he liked a bit of rough.

He was back and we met up. I leaned over and whispered to him, "Let's go
home and make love." He didn't have to respond. The smile on his face said
it all.

We arrived home and Joris was all but glowing. We went to my bedroom and
suddenly he went all shy.

"That was the first time you said to me let's make love. I want to be
perfect for you."

"Joris, you are always perfect for me... always. I love you."

He flew into my arms and I began slowly to undress him. I knelt in front of
him and took off his socks. (Shoes at the door.) Next came his shirt. I
kissed his chest and then slowly suckled on his nipples. They stood up for
me, and I caressed them with my tongue. I removed his trousers. I knew he
had no underwear from our earlier make out session. There stood his
cock. It was a beautiful, a glorious 12 cm of rampant, cut, boy cock. I
started to suck him. His hands went up the back of my tee and circled round
to my pecks. He started to play there. I just had to get naked and get this
beautiful boy into my bed.

We were in bed after a long slow love-making session. It wasn't rough at
all. Joris and I had gently entered each other. Each of us lovingly took
the other and our love, more than at any other time, was cemented. I
reached over to get my trousers which were next to the bed. I pulled out
the little box inside.  I extracted the rings, put them on my little finger
and pulled Joris to me.

"My love, my Joris... Will you please be my boyfriend?"

For a moment the lad went almost catatonic. He slowly nodded and hugged me
tight to him. I managed to slip the ring on his middle finger. He looked at
it then saw the second ring on my pinkie.

He knew instinctively what to do.

"I am your boyfriend forever."

He took the other ring and slipped it onto my middle finger.

"Forever and ever. I just love you." He was very emotional. So was I.

Our emotions took over and our tears mingled.

We joined again with our love. This was beautiful...


My daydreams were interrupted by the jangling of my mobile.

I kissed my two new sons and answered.

"Yoh! Finn here."

"Wipe the sleep out your eyes and dry off your dick and come downstairs and
answer your door." Bear was on the other end.

"Bear, what are you doing at this hour of the morning."

"It's eleven o'clock and you should be out of bed. No! You have Saami and
Keeva with you, don't you?"

"Oh shut up Bear. I'm on my way down."

I disconnected, pulled a dressing gown around me and trotted to the front
door. I opened it.

"Hello Finn," a beaming Bear was grinning from ear to ear. "We have a date,
remember?"

"Yeah, I remember... C'mon in."

He came in and at that moment my boys, no wait, my sons appeared.

"Hello Dr. Bear," they shouted together. They smelled fresh and clean and
mercifully had underpants on. The undies didn't hide much, though. God,
they were gorgeous. Their little bulges weren't so little, and their boyish
bushes peaked over the top. At that moment my phone pinged a text message.

"I love you," it read.

I smiled to myself.

"Who's that daddy."'

"I'll tell you a story later." They seemed satisfied.

"Go on, eat something you two, and show Bear where he can make coffee. We
all have business to attend to. I'm also going to have another shower and
get dressed."

"Finn you smell lovely. You don't need a shower." Bear was being cheeky. I
could have done without the cheek. I had known this guy for less than 12
hours and it felt like I had known him forever. Things certainly seemed to
move fast on this island.

"Daddy, another morning kiss, please." This was Keeva. I laughed and
received my second morning smacker from Keeva, followed by one from
Saami. Saami lingered a moment on my lips and I could feel something
happening below.

I shot upstairs, had a quick shower and came into the kitchen. Each of them
had a coffee and a roll and were chowing down. There was a cup for me and I
relished it. My roll tasted like ambrosia. Bear in his infinite wisdom had
brought the sweet treats with him.

"My housekeeper makes them every day except Sunday. Sunday she insists on
having off. She goes to do some sort of christian voodoo called mass on
Sunday. I had her make a major batch today because I knew I was coming here
and I told her you were adopting two little Kham boys. She said she'd light
a candle for you. I thought a pay rise might be better, but hey, we each do
what we can." He chuckled. I earned in excess of 1,120,000 Krone or about
150,000 Euros so I really did not need a pay rise. Surgeons get paid well.

We bundled into my car and took off. The government supplied Merc fitted us
all nicely. Bear insisted on driving. He kept up a constant patter, and
explained bits and pieces of the landscape as we drove along. I half tuned
out. However, something he said brought me back with a shock.

"Waddaya say?"

"I said, oh Lord of All He Surveys, that I called my friend the notary and
if you wanted to adopt a couple of natives, it could be finalised today."

"I want... simple."

"Then let's make it so." Bear doing Star Trek.

When we arrived at the police station it was like old home week. The
sergeant was a jovial islander (our island) and had coffee and cakes and an
evil looking soft drink for the boys. To me, it tasted as vile as it
looked. The boys loved it. The sergeant introduced himself and filled me in
on what is happening.

"Orso rang me and told me you and a nearly drowned lad and his brother were
on their way to be adopted . We can do that today. I know in your country
this can take months, if not years. I believe old Da Silva the notary is on
his way to approve the papers and the adoption. So let's get this paper
work finished and ready for him to notarise. I have organised with head
office in Rive Sud to send by email the completed documents and the kids
are totally yours. Now I just need to get names.

He looked at my boys.  "What are your names, lads?"

Saami spoke. "I am Saami Larsen." Then Keeva added, "I am Keeva Larsen."

My eyes filled with tears as I realised the kids had taken my last name as
theirs. This was totally unexpected. They looked at me with grins so big,
they seemed to go round their heads and join up on the other side. My boys
really wanted to be mine. And shortly, were going to be. I noticed the
time, and I had had Saami initially in my arms and then gotten to know him
for just a little over 24 hours, Keeva for slightly less time.

"And you, doctor."

"Dr Finn Larsen."

"Your signature here, please. And you boys, your signatures here
please. This is just to say that you are not being in anyway forced to be
adopted, and that you desire Dr Larsen to be your adoptive father. You are
no longer legally attached to your natural family."

Without hesitation my sons wrote, then printed their names on the
documents. Mr Da Silva had arrived, and after greetings and a few words
with my boys in Kham, stamped the documents and said quite formally in
Portuguese, then English, then Kham, you Saami Larsen and you Keeva Larsen
are now officially, legally and morally the sons of Dr Finn Larsen. Do you
agree? They both said yes. Saami said yes, yes, yes and jumped in my
arms. Keeva shouted out a single yes and hugged me about my waist.

I was ecstatic.

"Where do I pay?" I whispered to Bear.

"That's easy," he replied. "You don't. You take us all to lunch
instead. And, we drink champagne."

"You don't come cheap," I whispered to Bear as I kissed him on the cheek.

The sergeant was talking to the boys in Kham. I asked Bear what he was
saying. Bear told me if I understood the Kham custom of making them my
sons. Apparently they had answered emphatically yes, and that I had already
made them my sons. The cop smiled and nodded at me. He was Kham.

"Congratulations, you have two wonderful sons. Be in good health together,
Larsen family. We all trooped off to the restaurant. The little party
consisted of the sergeant, Mr Da Silva (I never did get to know his first
name), Bear, the boys, and a couple of ORs from the police station. The
food was plentiful and delicious. We all drank champagne... (I noticed Bear
only drinking a little, barely a glass) but the boys gulped it down. I
thought at least they can be a bit naughty, like boys should. I put a stop
to that on their third glass. Bear was not so watchful. I noticed him grab
a bottle from the waiter and wander outside with a couple of glasses. The
boys had moseyed out as well. I was plying myself to the food, and chose to
ignore. Bear and two giggly, unstable boys came back to the table and
started eating again.

"Where have you lot been?" I asked.

Saami replied, "Oh we just went outside with Dr Bear." He giggled. Keeva
giggled. Dr. Bear tried to look innocent and failed miserably.

"Hmmmm," I thought to myself. "Oh well, it's a party. They'll pay the price
later." I was so wrong. Sometimes I don't mind being wrong. Dancing started
and everyone, me included, was on his feet doing some kind of circle
dance. It was a traditional dance and as we all held hands I felt a sort of
binding together, even with the two extraneous guys from the police
station. It was weird and beautiful at the same time. We got faster and
faster until finally the music abruptly stopped, and moved into a slow
sensuous beat. The circle broke and we all somehow were hugging each
other. It was an amazing group performance, and we finally separated and
resumed our seats at the table.

It was time to go home. I checked with Bear as to how much he had drunk.

"I'm on duty in a couple of hours. I had one glass and a sip outside with
the boys and I drank two bottles of soda water. I am not going to work
smelling of alcohol, nor will I drive pissed."

Driving home was a merry time. I was in the back seat with my sons. For
some reason, Keeva stripped off and made comfortable across my lap. He
wasn't particularly horny as he didn't have a hard on.  Saami, who looked a
bit dozy, reached over and tickled his cock and balls. Keeva's boyhood was
quickly at attention. Keeva turned his body towards me and said "Daddy,
will you suck me pleeeaase." Of course, I was only too willing to oblige. I
really enjoyed myself, with my tongue running around his head and his
wriggles and oohs coming almost continually. I also managed to get my hand
down Saami's shorts and was totally feeling him up.

"I like you playing with me, daddy."

"Yes, and I like doing it."

"So do I," giggled Keeva.

We managed to get home in one piece. Neither boy had had an orgasm, just
the nice feeling of having their dick played with. Both lads were dozy and
I really didn't feel like cooking, especially after our huge lunch. I had
been surprised at how little it cost, but found out I was only charged for
the wine, as the food went on the police tab. When I asked why, the
sergeant told me because I had saved two lives and also had given them a
LIFE. Though I could do whatever I wanted with them, torturing and
murdering them was definitely out, even though there would be occasions
when I would be sorely tempted to do just that. We laughed together, and I
felt I had made a friend.

We ate a little and Saami reminded me I was going to tell them a story
about my text message.

"Yes, I did," I replied. He had picked up my phone and started to look for
the message.

"It's the last message I received," I told him.

"Are you really sure," asked Saami.

"Yeah, why?" I had forgotten I had had my phone on silent while we were
out. I had received another message from Joris. It actually had a pic. A
full frontal of Joris, with an erect prick. The message read, 'Just so you
don't forget. I love you. J.' He was shaved.

"Wow daddy, he's beautiful."

I grabbed my phone and looked, indeed stared, at the pic. It was indeed my
Joris. His hands were at his sides and I could clearly see the ring on his
middle finger where I had put it.

"Look daddy, he's got a ring, just like you." Keeva was pleased he noticed.

Saami slowly looked up at me. "He's your boyfriend in Denmark, isn't he."
It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes he is, and I love him very much. As much as I love you boys, but in a
different way. His name is Joris." I spelled it for them. "The `j' in
Danish is like `y' in English."

"Our first Danish lesson," beamed Saami.

I laughed. "Yes, or 'ja' in Danish, if you want Danish. Joris is visiting
in the school holidays and he doesn't speak English, ahm, too well, so you
will have to learn Danish to communicate." (I thought I had made a
joke... I hadn't, as it turned out.)

"Ja!" the boys responded emphatically.

"Daddy," questioned Keeva, "How do you say 'I love you'.

"Jeg elsker dig," I replied, "And I do love you, more than you will know my
sons."

I blue toothed the pic over to my big screen TV and it was perfect. I sent
a text to Joris. I told him `beautiful picture'. I also mentioned I had
some very, very big news and I would ring him at 11 am at home which would
be 7 am for me, even if it was Sunday. A text came back in bold
letters. "Can't wait, ring me now."


So I did. It was about 19:00 my time so it was 23:00 his time. It was
Saturday night, so I wasn't too worried. I asked him if we were private and
he said his mother was downstairs in the kitchen. So we were private. The
Skype reception was perfect. My Joris was as beautiful as ever. The boys
stayed out of camera range. Then I told Joris the story from beginning to
end. I did not leave out our Kham son-making ritual.

He asked if he could become a son like that. I laughed and moved on. I
asked him if I could have a private word with his mother. He said sure, as
he had to 'take a dump anyway.' He said that in English which was getting a
little better, if not improving. It was a little too colloquial.

His mother appeared. "Hi, Freyja. Let's speak English... "

"His English has improved marvellously since he heard he was going to Ilha
da Alegria. He has his passport. He's saving like crazy. He's become a
total miser. He doesn't go out. He spends all his time playing video games
with Jannie and Rex Pedersen."

"I bet that's not all they play," I thought but didn't say. My face must
have given me away.

"Ah Finn, you are so transparent. That's how I knew you truly loved my
boy."

"Okay, I'm not sure that's good. He's 15, he has to go out... to the
movies, to Tivoli Gardens, have some fun with his friends. I have all the
money he needs for when he gets here... How are you, Freyja? How's the
pain?"

"Not bad."

I knew she was lying. I could see the lines on her face.

"I'm on a good pain management regimen, so I cope. Joris can hardly wait
til Easter holidays when he is coming to see you."

"When does school finish and restart?"

She gave me the dates. Even though I would be working I would still have
three whole weeks with my love.

"The 25th is his birthday. He will be 16 and over with you. You have my
100% blessing... 200%... He will be old enough then, but please come back
for at least a short time in the winter so I can see my son married. He
must not quit school, though. You understand. He will be married to you but
he will live with me until he finishes school, preferably in a blaze of
glory." She laughed. "One can dream."

She hadn't realised that he would be finishing school at the end of July,
probably in a blaze of glory.

"Finn, don't look so amazed or shocked or something. Of course I knew you
were going to ask. Your face says everything. But not until the day of his
16th birthday. You understand." Freyja gave me such a look that would have
frightened her goddess namesake, who was no slouch at being a warrior.

"Absolutely, Freyja... no question."

"What's no question?" came Joris' voice.

"Getting you back here in time for school, you little terror." said his
mother. She left.

"Now are you by yourself again?"

He nodded.

"I want you to meet the two new members of the family. This is Saami and
this is Keeva."

The kids waved, then pulled off their shirts and dropped their
trousers. They were completely naked in front of Joris. "We saw you, so we
thought it fair if you saw us. Vi elsker dig. We love you. Visit
soon. Daddy loves you very, very much."

Joris replied," I børnene er de bedste." he wiped his eyes. (I
interpreted for the lads, " You kids are the best.")

It's like the kids had rehearsed this. They hadn't because they were in the
room all the time. But where had the kids learned 'vi elsker dig'? They had
learned `jeg' meaning `I' but not `vi' meaning `we'.

Joris and I disconnected after a couple of minutes.

I gave up thinking about it. "I'm going to bed. Where are my sons
sleeping?"

"With you, daddy, with you!" they chorused.

"When we're snuggled in, I have a big, big secret to tell you guys."

Nothing like the promise of a secret to get things moving. Two naked boys
were in bed with me quicker than a flash.

"Oh, maybe it can wait until morning."

I was suddenly attacked by two naked young lads, who found out very quickly
I was super ticklish and I would do anything to stop it.

"Okay, okay I'll tell you now." They had pinned me, and Saami's delicious
arse was in my face. I licked his hole and he exclaimed, "You can put it in
me after you tell the secret."

"Okay... here goes; and no one is allowed to know - only my family and you
guys are the only family I have - And the secret is, I'm going to ask Joris
to marry me."

Saami kissed me, and Keeva said, "That means we're going to have another
daddy. Yay! You will be daddy and he will be papai. Or would he prefer
Far." I was thinking where are these kids learning these Danish words? Far
is Danish for daddy.

It made me doubly happy now that my sons were on side with me. I couldn't
believe my luck to have two such wonderful sons and such a beautiful
lover. The loving that night was superb. I slept and my dreams were of my
wonderful life.


Part 4

Sunday morning came and as I drowsily arose from my bed, I was aware of my
Saami cuddled up next to me. As always his hard dick was poking into me and
I wondered how I had gotten this far in my life without Saami. Keeva had
obviously trotted off somewhere. I tried to figure in my sleep fuddled
brain... I thought back...

Last Friday at about 10 am I decided to have a bit of a swim in the river,
a very pleasant place I had visited twice before. I had seen Saami there a
couple of times and thought what an attractive lad. At about 10:15 I was
swimming like a demon to rescue the kid who was definitely drowning. Nobody
helped. I pulled him out of the river and when I got to the grassy verge,
there was not a person in sight. I gave him CPR and he vomited a fair
amount of water. I raced to my car and drove to the hospital. I announced
to the triage nurse I was Dr. Larsen and this kid needed oxygen in a
hurry. I was immediately shown into a booth and the oxygen was administered
to Saami. I checked his vitals. His heart was beating strongly, his
reflexes appeared to be stable, but oxygen saturation was around 89. He
really needed the oxygen and if not already, we would end up with a kid
with hypoxaemia. I sat next to him and I was quietly saying, "C'mon kid,
breathe, breathe..." At this point, and it would have only been a couple of
minutes at the most, another MO made his appearance. I had met Sven Jensen
a day or two before when I presented my credentials and he made me very
welcome at the hospital. The first words I heard were "You're stuck with
him... " and those words led me to where I was today, this Sunday morning
at 10 am. In 47and 3/4 hours, I had saved a kid's life, and had adopted him
and his brother. I had also received the blessing from my 15, nearly 16,
year old lover's mother to ask him to marry me. From a relaxing Friday
morning swim to this moment in time my life had become whirl that was going
to change me forever.

I went for a morning pee, and checked in on Keeva. He was curled up in his
bed (I hadn't noticed him leave during the night,) cuddling a pillow. I
didn't disturb him.

When I got back into my bed Saami said to me, "Daddy, will you love me
please."

"Of course I love you kid," and kissed him on the nose.

"Yes I know. You showed Keeva and me last night. Now will you show me by
myself."

"I love you Saami," I simply said. His hand was around my erect dick and he
guided it to his love hole. I pushed in and somehow, his and my love melded
together and an unbelievable warmth, a blanket of love wrapped around us
and more than ever before we were joined as father and son. Our orgasms
were profound and an expression of the unfathomable depth our unique love.

A short while later there was a quiet knock on the open door and Keeva came
in carrying two cups of hot chocolate. It was thick and sweet with a
slightly bitter taste. It was delicious. So was Keeva. He had no clothes on
and was hard. His boyish cock standing up and just begging to be sucked.

At that moment my phone pinged a message. It was blank, save it had a file
attached. The file was a music file of "I will always love you" from the
gorgeous, young French singer Léo Ristorto.

I immediately sent a text back 'If you should stay you will NEVER be in my
way. I love you.'

"Keeva," I said "I haven't had my morning kiss yet."

No sooner said than done. I had a little naked Keeva on top of me, his
tongue tickling my tonsils and his dick raping my navel. Well, at least
trying to make some progress inwards. It was a real Keeva 'good morning,
daddy,' and I loved it.

Naturally, this was interrupted by a loud rapping on the front door. It was
accompanied by an enthusiastic and somewhat prolonged and rhythmic doorbell
ringing.  It could only be Bear. It was. I grabbed a dressing gown and
answered the door.

"Well, are you inviting me in or not. I need coffee." was the somewhat less
than gracious greeting I received. He had a huge Bear smile on his
chops. As he swished past me, my semi-hard was visible. He reached out and
tweaked it.

"Bear!" I remonstrated, "Not in front of the kids. Puuulease."

He laughed and bent over to give each of the naked lads a kiss. They
laughed.

"Hi, Dr Bear," they chorused. I couldn't believe how friendly we had become
in such a short time. I certainly was not put out by his familiarity. I
really enjoyed his ebullience.

As we sipped on our coffees, and boys on their chocolate milk and ate their
(for god's sake) cereal, I asked Bear what prompted this morning's welcome
visit.

He launched into his explanation.

"I noticed you have a servant house out the back. You need a gardener and a
housekeeper. So I decided that today I will get you the appropriate
manpower. Incidentally you have made quite a splash here in Alegria."

"Hmmm," I replied non-committedly. "Okay, what's the deal."

"I have in mind a couple of refugees who will fit the bill perfectly. They
will cost you $100, that's Alegria dollars, per month for the both of them,
plus food and accommodation. The younger will do the housework, including
cooking, the elder will keep the yard looking trim. The only catch is, you
will have to keep them for 12 months, at least. They will be indentured to
you, in a sort of way. If they fuck up, they will lose their refugee status
and be sent back to where they came from. They speak their local language
and Portuguese, and I think Spanish." Saami said something in Kham, Keeva
giggled and Bear nodded his head. I had to learn Kham.

"Okay, what was that about?" I asked somewhat querulously. "Hmm?"

Judging by the giggles, I could guess.

Bear replied, "Saami asked me if they fuck and were they decent looking. I
replied yes. That `yes' bit I understood.

"Okay, let's go and meet these guys."  Bear had become my de facto manager.

I threw on some clothes under the watchful gaze of Bear, who claimed he was
looking to make sure of my size to ensure my scrubs fitted. He seemed to
think my tackle had to be the basic criterion for scrub size.

"Are we going to the refugee camp?" asked Saami.

Bear nodded.

"Way to go!" yelled Saami and punched the air. I looked at him askance. He
spoke perfect English, but I thought his grip on colloquialisms was getting
up to a too perfect standard.

Saami saw my look. "Netflix," he simply said.

"Hmmmmm," I ruminated.

"You say that a lot," he said.

"Hmm," I replied.

He laughed and we trotted out to my car. We all piled in, and Bear took
over the driving. We drove for about 40 minutes. We ultimately came to what
appeared to be a smallish enclave of neat tents. The enclave had a large
playing field for I presumed football (soccer) or other ball games. There
were a few guys milling around just chatting. It wasn't fenced but we still
had to go through a check-in procedure. We produced ID, for me my passport,
for Bear his ID card.

The guard said, "Ah, Dr Larsen. Your fame proceeds you. You have been very
kind to the Kham people. These are your sons, eh? Well they are a couple of
lovely boys. They are very lucky. All you doctors seem to be kind to the
Kham and Falgo kids. You especially... two sons just after three days on
the island. Amazing! The police have ordered you are to be shown every
courtesy, and you can look around freely. We have a private room for you to
interview and rest in if necessary. I hope it is adequate. It is generally
used by the night guard, but he is having a sleep elsewhere at the moment."

I was more than a little taken aback at this speech.

The guard continued. I have two lads, brothers who may fill your
needs. "One is 17 and the other is 20. The 17 year old cooks like a French
chef - he will be a loss to our kitchen and the other is a dab hand in the
garden. They are good boys and have never been a bit of trouble. They speak
no English, but do speak Portuguese. Their names are Marinho the 20 year
old and Thiago the 17 year old."

"Okay, let's talk to them. Wheel 'em out."

They arrived and they were gorgeous.

Bear whispered to me, "If you take these two you will have the most
beautiful household in all of Alegria."

"You ain't kidding, are you Bear."

"No sir!" he emphatically stated.

"Well, I suppose we had better have a chat with them, eh Bear?"

"Oh no, most honoured and noble master. They are all yours. Separate or
together?" Bear was being silly again. I was getting very fond of Bear. In
Portuguese he said, "In you go, Marinho."

We entered the room together. I heard him say to the guard, "That's them
for the next half hour or so." I heard them laugh. Marinho walked up to me
with his head down. I had sat down at a desk.

"Marinho, lift your head. I want to see your face. I want to see your
eyes."

He did very quickly. He looked at me full in the eyes himself, as if he
wanted to look into me.

"Good, that's better. Now please take off your shirt." His chest was now
bare.  I looked him over. He seemed quite muscly, and he was very strong, I
subsequently discovered. His skin was golden, almost Asian in appearance,
but tanned. His nips were large and brown and I had to restrain myself from
licking them.

"Do you wish me to go further, sir?" he asked, rubbing his thigh up to his
groin.

"Sure," I replied.

He dropped his trousers. He was commando. I got to see his lovely, firm,
round arse. It really was lovely as was his dick. It was about 13 or 14 cm
in length, with a foreskin that covered the head and came to a point. His
balls were medium size neither too big nor too small. They were in perfect
proportion to his dick.

"May I feel your balls, please."

"Certainly sir."

I felt his balls and there was distinct movement in his cock. I took hold
of his cock and pulled the foreskin back.  The head peaked through then
suddenly the whole organ became erect. He was a stud! I ran my hands all
over his body, then reached down and pulled his lips to mine. He accepted
my tongue and it was heaven.

"This could easily be one of your duties," I panted at him.

"It would be my pleasure sir." He smiled a very warm smile.

"Okay. Let's get something clear right now. No, I think I'll wait until you
brother is here."

I called for the second lad. He came into the room. He shot a quick glance
at his naked brother. They smiled at each other.

"Okay, let's get something sorted from the beginning. You lads do not and I
repeat, do not, call me sir. My name is Finn, you call me Finn. Sometimes
you may refer to me as doctor when the circumstances are right, and I leave
that to your judgment. Do you understand me?"

They nodded and said almost together, "Yes s... Finn." I laughed and our
relationship, if there was to be one, was off to a good start.

"Good. Thiago, please take off your clothes."

He stripped. He was a carbon copy of his brother, with one small
difference. He had a very short foreskin which only covered part of his
dick, halfway along the head. I could see the little eye peeping
through. He was cute, no doubt, and I had a quick flash of Joris on my
mental screen.

"Okay lads, here's the deal as I understand it. You will have a contract
with me for a year. Thiago will look after the house, cooking and sometimes
my sons. Marinho will look after the yard and all outside jobs. You will
have your own little house outside the main house. I will give you each an
allowance of $100 a month..."

"Sir, I mean Finn, we are meant to get $100 between us."

"I will decide what to give you. If you do well, you will get more. Is that
clear." I could see a tear in Thiago's eye. "You are not slaves and you are
not whores. If I want sex, and I will because you are both beautiful, you
are totally free to say 'no', and that will be that. My sons are horny
little bastards, and the same rule applies. Do you understand?" They both
nodded and smiled.

"Further, as Thiago is our cook, you guys will eat all your meals with
us. Do you understand? If there is a meal you don't want to eat with the
family for some reason, then that is okay. You will be part of our family,
and as such you should take part in our family. Do you understand?" Again
they nodded.

"And lastly, I understand you are not to leave my compound without my
permission. This is a legal requirement and the police can ask me anytime
as to your whereabouts. I have to tell the truth. Do you understand." They
nodded again. "Do you have any questions or something you want to say. If
so, say it."

Thiago looked at his brother. Marinho started. "Finn we are very honoured
you should treat us like this. But please remember, with all due respect,
we are basically outcasts in our village, little more than dogs. You treat
us like people. How can we thank you. I can give you my brother and my
brother can give you me, but we don't want to be gifts, we want to give you
ourselves from ourselves."

"Thiago, have you been fucked before."

"No Finn. Marinho wouldn't let it happen."

"Good, then I shall be your first." I leered at him.

Both lads were still naked and I asked for a kiss from each of
them. Marinho got to me first and gave me a kiss that made my toes
curl. Thiago likewise clamped his lips on mine, and not only did my toes
curl but my cock hit 10 on the Moh scale of hardness. I told the guys I
would sign the papers today, and collect them tomorrow afternoon or evening
after the papers were processed. I almost forgot tomorrow was Monday, my
starting day at the hospital.

When I arrived home, my sons, who had had a robust game of soccer with some
other kids at the camp, were dozing quietly in the car. Bear, who was
bright and cheery, informed me that our little expedition had gone very
well. I told him that I couldn't thank him enough. He suggested a quick
fuck might do it. I told him I had two kids to feed and preferably get to
bed. He suggested he stay and eat with us, that the kids could bathe, get
ready for bed then he and I could have a quick fuck and while we were doing
that the kids could do their thing. They should get out their clothes for
school as well.

The kids and school. Sheesh, I had forgotten totally about that. "They
won't be allowed in the Kham Reservation School," Bear said. "They'll have
to go to the volunteers school. I'll come here at about 7am have breakfast,
make sure they're ready and take them to the school to enrol them. You just
go to work and leave it all to me."

I hugged Bear and told him I couldn't live without him. I also told him no
quick fucks. We would put that on pause and wait for a more appropriate
time. He had a night shift and started work at 23:00. He would be back as
soon as his shift finished.

"I think you have given me the most exhausting weekend of my life."

 Saami and Keeva also seemed to be beat. They had their bath, together I
might add, and when I stuck my head in to see how they were going, Keeva
was sucking on Saami's dick while Saami gently pulled on Keeva's. I went
right in and both boys stood up. I looked at them, smiled and told them
that I loved them. I also told them how much I admired each one's
manhood. They smiled at that. Pleased I had called their dicks their
MANhood. My little men.


I had come to Ilha da Alegria to work. I was lured by the tropical climate,
the perqs and the money. I certainly did not know about the sexual
freedom. I arrived at the hospital on Monday, all bright eyed and bushy
tailed.  I was greeted by a tall man, obviously someone with authority. It
was in his bearing. He was with Sven and introductions were made. He seemed
an imposing but genteel soul.

Sven introduced Mr Oliveira as the island supervisor for both the clans,
the Kham and Falgo.

"Welcome to Ilha da Alegria and especially to the Kham reservation
hospital. I am your titular boss, but in no way do I deal with or interfere
in hospital matters. All this is dealt with by the hospital administration
which in fact is Dr Jensen here, and Dr. Steyn and yourself. I understand
you have met with these guys already in a somewhat professional
capacity. You have already made a name for yourself, an excellent one, I
might add, and after three or is it five days on the island you have a
family. Congratulations." He smiled a huge, warm smile, and I could only
smile back.

"Orso, or rather Nurse Bear has told me lots about you. He is,
incidentally, my nephew. We are a very small island. If you sneeze in the
south someone in the north will hand you a tissue. Again, welcome to our
island, and on behalf of our council we wish you a very enjoyable and
profitable stay. Er, just one more thing, I have copies of all your
documents and I happen to be flying over to the mainland tomorrow and I
will be in Brasilia. I'll pop into the Danish embassy there and get the
kids naturalised and passports. By Friday, you will have a couple of tiny
Danes on your hands. They will never lose their Ilha da Alegria
nationality, and neither will you. (What??)  And if you should marry, your
partner will automatically have Ilha citizenship. (What! What!???? I was
stunned.) As I said, you have already made a very significant contribution
to our island, and this is just a small thank you." He handed me a small
red book stamped with an Ilha da Alegria crest and the words Passaporte da
Ilha da Alegria in Portuguese and Passport of Ilha da Alegria in English,
as well as something in Kham script which I was currently unable to read.

I stuttered out a bit of an emotional "thank you, sir" and he interrupted.

"No, thank you, sir. And incidentally, my name is Pedro, not sir. Remember
that please. I would like to talk with you a bit, but unfortunately I have
to leave. I will see you soon. Farewell." And he was gone.

I looked at Sven and said "What the fuck?"

He laughed and said, "You have just been made an Alegriano by none other
than the governor. He is a very powerful man. Everything he said is
true. He is the supervisor for the Kham, he is the minister for finance,
and his word is law. I mean it." Sven was most emphatic.

"Where does all the Alegria money come from? There seems to be plenty
around. The roads are good, the buildings are well maintained the place
looks prosperous, but I haven't seen any industry."

Sven explained. "You haven't been to the north yet. We have natural gas
reserves which we sell to all of South America. Enough gas, so I am told to
power the world for 200 years, we also have a very expensive crop we
sell..." I looked at him quizzically. "No, no, not what you're thinking. We
are not Columbia or Mexico, we sell saffron. The climate is perfect for
this delicate crop. It brings in millions of euros every year, and I mean
millions. We also have a very robust tourist industry, but this is
constrained to the north as are all of our industries. It's very beautiful
up there and you must go there. Give me your passport, please Finn."

I handed over my Alegria passport. It had a stamp in it which said Entrada
e Saída Ilimitadas Unlimited Entry and Exit, in English and
Portuguese and the same, I presumed, in Kham.

"That's for the checkpoints to the north and back to the south. Like me,
you are obviously not a native islander, so until you are better known up
there you could be suspected of all sorts of things. Further, tourists are
not allowed in the reserve or anywhere else in the south. C'mon, we've got
work to do."

We walked off to the MO change room. I stripped out of my woollen suit and
got rid of my tie. I slipped on my scrubs.

"You wear jocks under your scrubs?" asked Sven. "You're crazy. Free ball
it, You will be more comfortable in our glorious heat."

He wasn't wrong. The cool air was lovely on my gonads. The scrubs were of
the softest cotton and my badge of office, my white coat, was likewise of
soft cotton.  This tiny hospital certainly did not stint on the comfort of
its MOs. I assumed the nurses had the same comforts. My assumption was
correct. The hospital had 60 adult beds, and a paediatric ward that would
make any hospital turn positively green. No expense had been spared to make
the environment as kid friendly as possible. For the boys there were 20
beds in the shape of aeroplanes, cars, trains, and in the girls' ward, 20
beds which were fairy gondolas, elegant swans and unicorns pulling sleighs
(the actual beds). It was like a trip to Euro Disney. It was magic.

Sven showed me the operating theatres. There were three of them. And though
theatres are not very interesting in themselves, I could see the equipment
was the latest and not a penny had been spared. The Radiology Department
and Pathology were the same. I was introduced to the surgical nurses and
each of them was as charming as the next. One lass got the giggles, and (I
think on a dare or a bet from the others or Bear) invited me out for a
drink. I told her as delightful as that would be, I batted for the other
team. This brought on a chorus of good hearted "Awwwws" and someone
whispered a little too loudly "I'm going to kill Bear." I thought, "Not
before I do." Chuckled and wandered off.

Suddenly my reverie was interrupted by an announcement, "Dr Finn Larsen to
E1 please."

"Prep Op1 please." Whoever was on the PA system, was on the ball. My work
had started.

I got to the emergency ward and there was a young lad, glassy eyed with
what looked like a tree branch stuck out of his middle. It did not look
good. There was a lot of blood. He was on his side as the branch or
whatever had gone right through him and come out of his back. It was off to
the side, so had missed his spine.

"I need blood, and a lot of it. Crossmatch. If not enough blood give me O."
I looked at the object sticking out his back and it was a fishing spear. It
was nasty. The kid was losing a lot of blood.

"Saline, stat." I ordered. "X ray, and as soon as he is matched, whole
blood."  The boy had been X-rayed already, and miraculously no organ had
been damaged.

"Now please."

"Sir, matching takes a little time."

"Of course. I really apologise to you... And my name is Finn, not sir. Do
you have a decent blood bank here?"

A couple of nurses started to wheel him off to prep him for surgery.

"Oh yes. It's law that every person over 18 and under 60 on the Island must
give blood every 12 months. It's a good law. We can often help someone on
the mainland as well as our own, said one of the nurses."

Well I performed the surgery. It wasn't difficult as almost unbelievably no
internal organs had been damaged, neither had his spine. He was going to be
sore for a bit so I had him pumped full of morphine for the first day then
onto less addictive analgesics, as well as antibiotics. He came through the
op fine. A little later I got the surgical team together and told them what
a wonderful group they were, and working with a new doctor is never easy. I
let them know that they had made it easy for me, and thanked them.

This was apparently appreciated, and they let me know that.

When I sauntered into the MO's coffee room, Piet was there and said I had
something on my nose. "It's brown," he said. As quick as a flash, I put him
in a headlock and gave him a noogie. He wriggled out from under and said,
"I hear you are one of us now... oh citizen of Alegria."

News travels fast, I thought.

"We all are, because I, for one, don't ever want to leave this heaven, and
I think it's the same for Sven.

"Yeah, I know. I haven't been here a week and it seems to be a total
paradise."

Piet came back with, "I told you my gaydar is never wrong." He smiled to
himself.

It was getting towards the mid-afternoon and Sven told me I should go home
and see what was happening to the boys. They were going to be looked after
by Bear. He was to organise the boys for school, come back to my place have
a sleep, then pick up the lads from school. He would call me if there were
any problems. I had received no calls so I was pretty content that all was
well.

When I arrived home the boys were all agog at how good the school was. They
were just totally bubbling over with energy and excitement. Bear was asleep
on the lounge. He must have been dead to the world to sleep through the
ruckus.

"Okay kids, trundle out to the car because we have to pick up Marinho and
Thiago."

"Yay!" was the roar of approval from the lads.

"We'll leave Bear to sleep."

We drove the distance to the refugee camp, and at the gate I showed my
passport with the magic stamp to the guard on duty. I went into the little
office and there were the two young men, waiting for me. They looked a bit
dejected, but immediately brightened when they saw me.

"Oi rapazes," (Hi guys) I said in Portuguese.

"Oi chefe," (Hi boss) they responded.

I laughed. "You do remember our chat from yesterday." They nodded. "Well
neither sir nor boss works for me, but Finn does." They smiled at me and
Thiago added, "Sure, but we decided that boss was going to be our nickname
for you. In private." He giggled. I figured out that Thiago was the
cheekier of the two. None of this was lost on my two boys and I introduced
them to our new, I guess, employees.

I noticed Keeva giving Thiago a speculative look and I thought that he
wouldn't be a virgin too long if Keeva had his way.

The guard gave me some papers to sign which I did. He then gave me the
lads' documents, which included their passports and visas to work in
Alegria. The boys were Colombian nationals, but curiously spoke
Portuguese. I wondered at that a little, but moved on. I ordered everyone
into the car and they piled in. Thiago was shotgun and the others climbed
in the back. Marinho was between my two and both Saami and Keeva were
showing him how to fix the seatbelt. They took their time about it. I
showed Thiago, and not without a little feel of his bulge. He smiled at me
and whispered "Yes, please" then "Thank you". I looked over my shoulder to
check if Marinho was properly fastened in and he was, with an added hard on
in his shorts.

I said to the kids, "C'mon boys. Let's get the lads settled into their
accommodation first, eh."

"Hmmm." Each boy had a hand on one of Marinho's legs.

"Do you guys have any luggage or bags or something?" I enquired.

Thiago replied, "No. it all belongs to the camp. All we have is what we
have on and this." He pulled a toothbrush out of his pocket.

"Right," I said. "We stop off at the store and get you some clothes. I want
you to get work clothes, and some underwear, and some nice clothes to
change into after work. You especially, Marinho, as you are likely to get
dirtier than your brother. Okay?"

"Finn, we don't have any money."

"Money is not a problem. That is my responsibility."

I stopped at this remarkable little shop where Saami and Keeva got their
clothes. The shop seemed to have everything, including groceries and formal
wear and everything in between.

"Hello Doctor," was the cheery greeting from the owner. "So you have a
couple of new employees, I heard. Need some clothes, do they?"

I was more than a little startled at this. The grapevine in this region was
extremely efficient. Who needed a newspaper?

We collected work clothes for Marinho and some clothes appropriate for my
new chef - white shirts, nice slacks, and some roustabout clothes for when
he might help Marinho, or just want to play. They also collected a pair of
trainers each and some comfortable leather shoes as well. They were wearing
flip-flops so they were off the list. They needed underwear and Saami and
Keeva found it for them. Marinho went to pick up a pair of boxers and Saami
said 'nope' and slapped his hand on them.

Saami said, "You're not an old man, take these." He picked up bikini briefs
and Thiago and Marinho were given several pairs of the tiny objects. Keeva
gave them both a pair of speedos. "We have a pool," he said.

My employees looked at me and I just shrugged and gave them the go-ahead.
Finally I made them buy a couple of formal shirts and some nice slacks for
dress-up occasions.

"Thank you Pablo. I think that's the end of our clothes buying, but these
guys may need something from time to time. This guy is Marinho and he may
need stuff for the garden and this guy is Thiago and he will need
groceries." I pulled out my wallet, and though I had Krone and Euros I was
short on local dollars.

"Doctor," said the owner whose name was Pablo, "Your credit is good here
anytime. I'll just give you a bill at the end of the month."

"Thanks Pablo."

"You're welcome, Doctor."

We arrived home, which was only a 3 minute drive from the store and we went
in. I noticed Bear's car was nowhere around, so I assumed he had gone home.

We went out to the yard and I showed my two employees their cabin. There
were two bedrooms, the usual facilities, a shower over a small bath and a
little kitchen. There was also a comfortable sitting area. It was joined to
the house by a bullnose walkway. The guys were ecstatic.

"Okay guys, I'll give you a little time to put your clothes away and settle
in. Have a shower if you like. When you are done, come over to the house
and we'll have a talk. Okay?"

I left them to it. I heard one of them say, "Mi hermano, él es muy
amable." (My brother, he is so kind) They spoke Spanish. I couldn't speak
Spanish, but I understood it rather well.

I didn't listen anymore. After about half an hour, the guys rather
tentatively came into the house. They softly called my name from the
kitchen from where the bullnose led out to their cabin.

"Come on in, guys," I called. They were freshly scrubbed and arrayed in
their new clothes. Their hair was neatly combed and they looked all the
world like young Latinos cruising for a night out. They looked great. My
sons (I never got tired of saying that) were just lying about reading. They
had on the barest minimum of clothing.  I had my nightly text from Joris
and I texted back that I loved him more every day. He texted me back saying
only six weeks to Easter holidays. I told him I couldn't wait. I told him
about my two new employees, and he replied he hoped they weren't too
handsome. I sent him a smiley face emoji and wished him good night. That
was the end of texting for the night.

"Okay Marinho, I am going to leave you in the hands of these two predators,
and Thiago and I are going to the kitchen."

"Right, kiddo", I said to Thiago, "I've got ya. This is the kitchen. This
is the pantry... and this is your cock. Can I play with it tonight, do you
think?" His eyes glistened and he smiled a huge smile that showed off his
sparkling white teeth. I pulled his mouth to mine and we had a very serious
kiss.

"Tonight you will fuck me, yes?"

"But first, can you make a meal for five, so we don't all starve to death?"

"Oh yes, that's easy."

"Do it." I simply said.

I went into the family room and the boys and Marinho had disappeared.

"Poor Marinho," I thought aloud to myself. "I think the predators have
predated."

I wasn't wrong. As I approached the boys' room I heard Keeva say I just
love how it goes into its little house and I heard Saami say I love how
it's so soft and fun to chew on with my lips. Then I heard a high-pitched
squeak followed by an oooo sound. I knew that to be the sound of Keeva
having his balls tickled.  I must have laughed out loud because all sounds
stopped and a giggle ensued from one boy, I didn't know which one.

"Marinho," I exclaimed in a fake shocked voice, "I warned you they were
predators and now they have you in their clutches. Oh well, enjoy." I
laughed and waved bye-bye." I looked over my shoulder at all three, and
added "And remember, no means no." I somehow thought that I wouldn't be
hearing 'no' tonight.

About 30 or so minutes later I heard a shout of "à mesa" (come to
the table) from the kitchen. I wandered in. The table was beautifully
set. There was a pile of golden tortillas, a bowl of savoury mince, salad
of tomatoes, lettuce and yellow peppers, grated cheese, a carafe of wine,
and soda water. The cooking spaces were immaculately clean as, and the pot
in which the mince had been cooked was washed and drying on the sink, as
were the chopping boards.

"Christ, what a feast," I first thought. Then "Where did he get all the
plates and glasses and the food?"

He answered my questions when I articulated them, and he simply looked at
me and said, "In the pantry." I didn't know I had half of the stuff
there. Then I thought "Bear!".

Indeed it had been he who went out and did a bit of shopping, and he told
me he was certain that corn flakes wasn't going to feed five people. The
crockery and glasses had been there all the time, along with the
cutlery. After we had stuffed ourselves with tortillas, we started to
relax. However something in the oven smelled good. I mentioned this and
Thiago excused himself and came back into the dining area with 5 mini apple
pies on a tray.

"Please be careful," he said, "They are still hot."

He used an oven mitt (where did that come from?) to hand each of us a hot
little pie in its own ramekin and we hoed in. The apples and the cloves
joined with honey to make this a most delicious desert. We ended with
coffee, and hot chocolate for the boys. How did my 17 year old do it. When
we had finished, he started to clear the table. I told Saami and Keeva to
help. Nobody quite knew how to stack a dishwasher so I showed them how to
rinse then stack. Thiago had not seen a dishwasher before and was amazed
when I told him it would actually clean the dishes. The little ramekins
needed a bit more of a scrub before shoving them in the dishwasher, so
Thiago and I decided to wash and dry them by hand. Not a big job by any
means.

"I'm sorry Finn. That was a poor dinner, I will try and do better
tomorrow."

"That, my little Thiago was the best dinner I have eaten since I came
here. Everything was delicious and everything was perfect. And, the table
setting was beautiful. It would take me hours to do that. I'm not
joking... And the kitchen is so clean. Where did you learn how to do that?
You have really won a place in my stomach."

"There's a place in my stomach waiting for you to feed me too, boss." He
gave a me wicked sideways grin.

"Huh?" He kept grinning and cast his eyes towards my crotch. The penny
dropped.

"Oh!" I said. "Let me check on my sons and then I will tuck you into bed."

"Only tuck me in boss?"

"Well, maybe a goodnight kiss as well. Is that okay?"

"Sure is." And he laughed. I'll wait here for you, shall I?"

"Sounds good to me." I shot off to see my sons. They were naked and
sleeping soundly next to a naked Marinho. I kissed all three of them. The
kiss woke Marinho and I told him if he was comfortable to stay there. Or if
he wanted to he could go to his cabin. I'm putting Thiago to bed now, but
where you want to sleep is up to you."

"I think I'll stay here for a while, if that's okay. I did promise the
kids."

"That's cool. Don't let them wear you out. Good night Marinho."

"Good night, boss."

I knew the 'boss' was really a term of affection so I wasn't miffed. I
hurried down stairs.

Thiago was waiting for me, He smiled as I arrived.

"C'mon buddy, let me tuck you in."

We went to his room. I walked up to him and kissed him.  He really let
himself go. I ran my hands up and down his body. His tongue never stopped
playing with mine and we really began to feel the passion rise.  My hands
were inside his shirt, feeling his soft skin. I ran my fingers over his
large nipples. He slipped out of his shirt. Next came his trou, and there
he was in a pair of the tiny jocks he had bought that afternoon. His hard
cock was trying its best to escape. I helped it.

I went down on his uncut cock but there was no skin to get in the way of my
mouth on his dickhead. There was a light taste of man/boy and it added to
the deliciousness of the encounter. His bush was trimmed and I nuzzled
it. He arched his back and my tongue went to his taint. I licked down and
found his virginity. His hole was tight closed, but a lubed finger soon
opened that door. He was really very quiet but his body contortions were in
full racing mode. Suddenly he let out a moan that startled me but I kept at
it. I enquired if he was okay and he nodded. I kissed him full on and he
opened his legs wider.

"You want me to go in?" I asked.

"Oh yes please," he panted.

"It could hurt," I warned him.

He pushed down on my arse and that was my answer.

I entered him up to my balls, just like I did the boys. No slow entry, just
do it.

"Ugh," was the only sound I heard from him.

I started to fuck him. He seemed to know the moves and for a virgin he did
okay. He wasn't like Joris, or Saami or Keeva. He was more passive. But his
sensuous, sweaty body movements rubbing over my sweaty flesh was a sweaty
symphony of pleasure. He squirted his happy juice everywhere. I also came,
when his arse tightened around my cock. I'm sure my juice almost came out
his nose. Man that was a good cum. I kissed him or he kissed me, I'm not
sure which. But who cares. We locked lips and did tongue battle with our
hands going everywhere and our tongues tied in knots. Oh, it was a really
good fuck, a solid, friendly fuck. For me it wasn't making love, it was
just a fuck with a friend.

"Thank you, boss," he breathed out. He rolled over and started to doze. In
minutes he was fast asleep. I climbed out of bed, pulled on my trousers,
kissed him on the forehead and left. I hadn't forgotten he was only 17, and
this was his first time.

When I was back in the house I thought a drink of water might be
good. Marinho was in the kitchen and he too was drinking a big glass of
water.

"Sheesh Finn, Keeva is one little hot tamale. He wouldn't leave me alone."

I said to him, "You do remember that no means no, don't you?"

"Yeah I do, but I have to say it's impossible to say no to a cutie like
that."  He grinned.

I responded with, "Hmmmm."

He flashed his impossible smile at me, and I laughed.

"And Saami," I asked.

"He was dead to the world."

Again my response was "Hmmmm".

"Good night Marinho."

"Ah Finn, how's Thiago."

"He's fine... sleeping like a baby. A no longer virginal baby."

Marinho smiled wistfully.

"Finn, I should tell you about Thiago."

"Go on," I responded.

"I explained to you we were outcasts in our village. This is true. Our
people do not like love between men and boys. But it was obvious Thiago
only liked boys. Me, I like girls too. So Thiago was beaten often, and men
tried to rape him. I wouldn't let that happen. We were very much
outcast. Not me, so much as Thiago. One night we just ran away and a nice
truck driver took us a long way, to Rio. I had to let him fuck me, but I
wouldn't let him fuck Thiago. Thiago has wanted it since he was 13 or
14. But I always told him one day a prince would come and Thiago would
know. Please know that you are Thiago's prince and he will worship you."

Marinho was finished. I pulled his face to mine and gave him a light kiss
on the lips.

"Thank you for telling me that, Marinho.  We will talk some more later."

"Thank you. Good night, Finn."

I waved a good night to him and climbed up to my bedroom.

I stuck my head into their room and my boys were sleeping soundly.

I went to bed and slept.


Part 5

The weeks seemed to zoom past. I was quite busy at work. I did a fair
amount of surgery. I delivered four squalling infants by C-section. This
was mostly at the last stage. All survived. This lost the witch doctor a
lot of his mana or spiritual clout, as mother or baby or both would usually
die at his hands. The hospital's influence was growing. My colleagues
worked very hard dealing with medical matters and I got nearly all the
surgical matters. Sven was a very skilful radiologist and worked with quite
a few cancer and other types of patients who needed radiation therapy. Piet
was the most intuitive diagnostician I had ever seen. He seemed to go the
crux of a problem unerringly. If someone presented at the hospital with
some complaint, and vague signs and/or symptoms, he would be right on the
issue. It could be anything from a nagging wife to bowel cancer. He was
always right. He called it the Scottish Feeling that he got from training
in Edinburgh and being shagged by an intern from the Northern Isles who was
quite fey.  I called it a fucking good doctor. However I was really spooked
on one occasion, the first I had seen of now many.

He told me to scrub up for an emergency appendectomy. He told me an
important patient was coming with a ruptured appendix. And 5 or so minutes
later a man arrived with a retinue of Kham elders and the man was barely
conscious and in obvious agony. I was scrubbed and the OR was ready for
this emergency. The guy was babbling incoherently and we gassed him. He was
wheeled off to the OR and I performed the removal and cleaned the abdominal
cavity. I prayed to a non-existent deity that I got all the muck that had
spilled from the ruptured appendix, clamped him up and sent him off to the
recovery ward. He was still not out of danger as there was a continuing
possible problem of peritonitis. I hoped the strong antibiotics would do
their job.

Piet came into the post op followed by Sven. Bear had assisted and was
disposing of his bloodied and muck encrusted theatre gown.

"Well, what's the prognosis?" enquired Piet.

"Next 24 hours will tell. I'm pretty sure I got it all. He's on high dosage
antibiotics. I would say we have a 60/40 chance he'll survive."

"Not to worry you or anything, but the fate and mana of this hospital hang
in the balance. You just operated on our colleague, the witch doctor," said
Piet.

"Oh fuck!"

"Yeah," added Sven. "If he dies, we're fucked. If he lives... well he will
have lost a lot of credibility, and it's possible he will become an
implacable enemy. Heads he wins, tails you lose."

"Do you mind if I take a look at the old goat, Finn," asked Piet.

"Look already," I shot back, "And let me know how the old cunt is. I need a
beer."

"C'mon mate, I'll buy you one." This was Sven.

Bear, who had hitherto been silent came with us to the doctors'
lounge. Sven got us each a beer out of the fridge.

Bear looked at me and said, "That was the most elegant bit of surgery I
have seen in a long time."

"Bear, it was routine," I argued.

"I'm serious. The way you cleaned the abdominal cavity was a work of art. I
mean it." Then he smiled and I knew something else was coming. "In fact it
was so amazing, I'm thinking of hiring you to clean my house, waddaya say,
eh doc?" We all laughed. Bear left to go home -- or so I thought.

Just as I was about to get out of my scrubs, Piet came back with a 'where's
mine?' look on his face. "The old bastard will survive. He's going to be
sick and sore for a few days, and I would recommend sedation, heavy
sedation, for three days with half hourly obs, then he'll be okay."

"Piet, how did you know about him coming to hospital?"

"I just knew, Finn. I just knew. It happens sometimes."

"Piet, you are weird," I said.

"Yeah, I know... and don't you just love me for it." I blew him a kiss.

The three of us then had a serious discussion about various medical and
administrative matters. I was a little puzzled as to why the guys brought
up some unimportant admin issues, but I mentally shrugged it off. After
about an hour Sven received a phone call ending with "I'll kick him out if
I have to. Ciao". I was left in no doubt as to whom he was referring when
he said `him'.

"Go home, Finn. Your family needs you... not an emergency, but it has to be
attended to," he reassured me. "Have a nice break." I was off for a week or
10 days. It would in a couple of days be Easter and Joris would be with
me. The kids had virtually forced me to buy an on line Danish course and
they were devouring it. They spoke to me in Danish as much as they could,
and I spoke to them. Keeva was a great mimic and when he spoke he was
virtually without accent. Saami had a sweet lilt to his Danish and sounded,
to my ear, a bit Swedish. I just loved my boys even more for trying so hard
to please me. When I mentioned this, they both said it wasn't for me it was
for their new papai and Far, Joris. I felt happily put in my place.

I finished changing and went home leaving Sven and Piet to hold the fort.

When I arrived home the house was deathly quiet. Not a sound from
anywhere. I thought I had seen Bear's car parked out the front, but not a
sound did I hear. If Bear were here, that would be almost impossible. There
were no noises from the backyard, but there was a huge pot of something
slowly simmering on the stove. Thiago was nowhere to be seen, and neither
was Marinho. No one was in the house, or so it seemed. My boys could have
been in their room and just being quiet. A definite improbability. I
mentally shrugged and decided everyone had gone for a walk with Bear. I
ambled upstairs to my room. I thought I heard a giggle.  Again a strange
thing. I dismissed it for a moment and stripped out of my work clothes and
was just about to wander naked into the shower when "Surprise!" was shouted
from a number of voices as the kids, Bear and my two employees jumped from
out my walk-in closet. I almost shit myself.

"What's this then?" I shouted.

"It's a surprise," yelled Saami. "And you're dressed perfectly for it."

I was of course naked, and everyone had shit-eating grins on his dial.

"Okay, that was a surprise," I conceded, "Now may I have my shower."

"No," they all said simultaneously. From out behind the boys walked my
Joris. His smile all but circumnavigated his head, and the love in his eyes
pierced me to my heart. I was gobsmacked.

"Wha... what... What are you doing here?" I pulled him to me and started
hugging him like there was no tomorrow.  We kissed. Oh, did we kiss. My
hands were everywhere. Suddenly, and mysteriously, he was as naked as I
was.  I couldn't get enough of his body, his mouth, his tongue, his cock,
the firm but soft mounds of his arse. As I kissed him and he kissed me, I
just knew I never wanted our loving to end. I loved him so much I felt I
would burst. Suddenly my bedroom was empty of everyone save Joris and
me. We fell onto my bed.

The friction of our bodies made me blow my bolt. Joris came at more or less
the same time. I was still speechless save for `I love you' which poured
out of our mouths. Finally our initial rush of energy began to ebb, and we
made some cogent sentences together.

I began to untangle the web of intrigue that went on behind my back.

I was officially on leave for a week or so, as I really hadn't any days off
since I had started work at our hospital. I hadn't minded, but Piet and
Sven had insisted I take some time to spend full days with my brood. Maybe
go somewhere for a break. I was thinking of having a look around the North
of the island.

Saami and Keeva had filled Bear in on my love of Joris. Bear, through his
uncle had sorted out airline tickets to get to Rive Sud. The kids had
plundered my mobile for Joris' contact and organised for him to come 10
days earlier. Joris' mother was trickier to convince, but after speaking
with Bear, she relented. I swear that Bear could charm the horns off Satan.

She later told me that she threatened Bear with emasculation if Joris did
not get home in time to start school after the Easter break. It was obvious
that Bear had won another heart. Freyja thought Bear was wonderful.

The next few days were filled with loving and more sex than I could ever
have imagined. Joris and I made love all afternoon into the evening. We
just loved each other until we were interrupted by Bear. He tentatively
knocked on the open door and told us dinner was almost ready. Joris and I
quickly showered and went downstairs. Five grinning monkeys were waiting
for us. Thiago and Marinho had been totally integrated into our family
along with Bear. We had a big group hug and couldn't thank everyone
sufficiently for the surprise. We sat down to eat. Thiago had surpassed
himself with a Danish feast of meatballs, pickled herring and potatoes. It
was all served with rye bread and liberal doses of local `champagne', of
which the boys also drank a little. I disgraced myself by farting... even
though I had tried to get away from the table quickly. I excused myself but
Saami, smart of mouth, laughingly said, "Oooo, daddy needs to change his
cologne."

I gave him a withering look, or tried to, and all the table burst into
laughter. He also said it in Portuguese and Danish. I just went `hmmmmm'.

We finished up with pastry and coffee. A fantastic holiday festa. I hadn't
thought about it much, but our conversation at table was a mixture of
Portuguese and Danish. Mostly to amuse myself some days previously I told
the kids they were `cunning linguists'. As one they went "Ew". Saami said
"That's disgusting," and Keeva added, "That's a dad joke." From that little
episode I learned my kids' English vocabs were somewhat broader than I
thought.

I decided it might be politic to give Freyja a call and I did. She was
happy to hear that her son had arrived safely. She spoke to him and then
again to me. She warned me that his birthday was this coming Saturday and
she expected that I was ready for that. I noted that Joris was playing with
the boys and not listening to our conversation. They easily called him Far
and he just as easily accepted it. Sometimes they called him papai in
Portuguese. He was happy with both.

"You have everything ready for Saturday?"

"Yes," I replied. "Everything."

"Good. Make sure you give Bear my love. Then I will hear from you on
Saturday. "

"You sure will. Bye now." We rang off.

I had a surprise for Freyja as well. After I proposed to Joris, I was going
to introduce Saami and Keeva to her. She was going to be a grandma. I knew
she would be really pleased about that.

"Bear," I shouted, "Freyja sends her love." Bear preened.

"Oh Finn, I need a couple of hours kip," he said. "I have to work a double
tonight, so I won't see you `til Saturday afternoon."

"Okay," I said. "Let me know how the old bastard is doing, will ya. I'll be
back about 2 on Saturday."

Joris didn't know I had decided to take a drive with him to Rive de Sud
about 2 hours or so away in the North. It was to be just him and me; our
little getaway. I had a bit of a plan in mind as I had heard the scenery
was beautiful in the north. I wanted to give Joris a day he would
remember. Friday came and Joris and I spent the day being lazy and loving
each other. We just mooched around the house after breakfast, had a swim,
went to bed made love, cuddled a lot, had lunch and repeated the
performance. It was a hot day, so the lovemaking was hot and sweaty. When I
ate Joris out, his sweaty tanginess was like a double or triple dose of
Viagra. My cock never fell over and neither did his. We both blew litres
(or so it seemed) of cum that Friday. I couldn't get enough of him. When he
entered me his slim hips were like pistons. He pummelled my arse so well, I
didn't think I would be able to walk for a week without wincing. I loved
that he was shaved. He seemed to be my little Joris again, the boy I had
taken when he was 11. However he was one day away from 16, and thus no
longer a little boy. I did however love the memory.

Joris reminded me in one of our lovers' chats how we had become connected.

Back then, there was always this little boy called Joris hanging around my
apartment. We got talking and he seemed to have a kind of a hero worship
glint in his eyes. Over a couple of months he told me he didn't have a
daddy but his mother was lovely. I had met his mother a few times and I
liked her. More than once she came to collect him from our communal
swimming pool. In virtually no time at all he was calling me Finn. When we
showered and changed he showed absolutely no modesty at all. He often
caught me looking at his naked form and on several occasions sported a
boner. I told him very nice and he giggled. I was pretty sure I had a
little gay boy in front of me.

One time, shortly after we met, his mother asked me if he was bothering
me. I told her no, of course not. And I added, at the time somewhat
injudiciously, I really like him. She looked at me very hard, and somehow
satisfied, smiled at me.

"Come and eat with us tonight then."

"Well thank you very much. I would love to."

It was the beginning of a great friendship I had with Freyja.

That evening when I arrived Joris jumped me shouting to his mother that
Finn was here.

"That's Dr Larsen to you, young man."

"No, no, all my friends call me Finn and Joris is my friend." I protested.

"Am I really your friend?" he enquired seriously.

"Yes... And my best friend."

Freyja looked hard at my eyes, seemed satisfied, and looked at Joris who
seemed to be glowing.

For the first time I got a kiss from Joris. My cheek burned where his lips
had touched and suddenly I was in love, only I didn't really know it. I
kissed him on the forehead and my lips burned where they had touched him.

Dinner was delicious and I tried to help the clean-up. I was firmly told to
relax and drink my coffee.

" Are you really a doctor, Finn?" enquired the little chap. "A real one,
not a university one?"

I was a bit surprised at that. Not too many kids know the difference
between a medical doctor and a PhD.

I nodded.

"Mum, can I show Finn my room please."

"Yes Joris, just behave."

"And you Finn," she added, "You beware. You are entering the lion's den."
She chuckled to herself.

It was definitely a boy's room. It was a bit of a mess, but he had more
books than any kid I have ever known. A quick glance told me all I needed
to know. There were Sci Fi books, a couple of gay teenager sex books
(graphically illustrated information books -- not porn), some youthful
novels, text books for school, and some medical texts. I knew the medical
tomes. They were anatomy and surgical texts. I sat on the only seat
available and pulled out a surgery book. At this point Joris climbed on my
knee and made himself perfectly comfortable. I could feel little me getting
firm, in fact after a moment or two, positively hard. I showed him the
surgery text I had pulled out and pointed to the author.

"Finn," he yelled and his proximity all but deafened me, "That's you. I
thought it was." I nodded a yes. The yelling continued. "Mama, come and
have a look at this."

Freyja opened the door to his room and stuck her head in.

"What's up and why all the noise?"

Nothing gets rid of a hardon like a mother checking on her little
lambikins.

"Look!" he roared, deafening me again.

She looked at the book a little bewildered, and then read my name.

"Well, it looks like your Finn" (your Finn? I thought), "It looks like your
Finn is a clever little doctor." She then pinched my cheek, laughed and
wandered off. The last time anyone had done that to me was about a hundred
years ago and was my grandmother. What with the `your Finn' and the pinched
cheek, it appeared I was now accepted as part of the family.

"Will you please sign it, Finn?"

He gave me a pen and I wrote `To Joris, my best little buddy. Big hugs,
Finn Larsen'. I dated it.  Joris was in raptures.

"You can come over to my place anytime and have a look at my book
collection, if you want."

He looked at me as if I had given him the key to a magic treasure cave.

"You know Finn, ever since I was tiny I wanted to be a doctor."

"Well, little buddy, you will have to study real hard and get the best
marks you can possibly get. You must do all your homework as well as revise
every school night for at least an hour. Do you think you can do that?"

"I do that already, but I still have trouble with maths. I get muddled with
algebra and English."

He showed me his maths text and I was staggered to see he was doing among
other things pre-calculus. I was surprised.

"Well, I can help you with all this, provided your mother is okay with it."

"Mama," This time it was only a dull roar.

"What, Tiger? Turn the volume down, please."

We had moved back into the sitting room.

"Finn said I could go over at any time and look at his books. He'll also
help me with my maths and English."

"Oh he will, will he? And how are you going to pay him for his time?"

I started to protest, but a quick look from Freyja and a surreptitious wink
had me shut up.

"Well I could do chores for him like wash his car -- gently so it doesn't
fall apart, (I snorted trying to hold in a laugh -- he obviously knew my
Volksie) and vacuum his flat and dust and everything."

"I'll think about it. Now go and have a bath and get ready for bed. Then
come back and say good night to us."

Joris dashed off and Freyja laughingly asked if she could adopt me. She
indicated that he really was on his best behaviour tonight, and I was the
reason. She told me he was always talking about me and loved the times he
met me at the pool.

"He's gay, you know."

"No, I don't know, but I guessed. I saw his books."

"Ah," said his mother. "He's got a real crush on you. You will be careful
of his feelings, won't you? He really needs someone to talk to. He's two
years ahead at school and the kids in his class basically ignore him
because he is only 11 and they are thirteen or fourteen. He has nobody to
study or do homework with. You will be a godsend. I will have to pay you
though."

"That will never be spoken of again. I do it because I really like him."

"Oh thank you Finn. What can I say?"

"You've already said it Freyja, and that ends the discussion."

Freyja gave me hug. She had tears in her eyes. "He really needs a gay man
he can relate to, and you have just won the election."

I was a bit startled at the `gay man' bit and it must have shown.

"I'm sorry. Did I just say the wrong thing. I'm sorry."

"Freyja, don't worry. I am gay but I don't noise it about. If asked I never
deny it, but I was surprised you knew, that's all. You don't mind I'm gay
and am with your son?"

"Of course not. He needs you... I mean really needs you. But you are not
allowed to let him become a pest. Agreed?"

"Agreed." I said laughing. "Then it's all on."

"What's agreed and all on?" A little pyjama clad imp enquired.

"I have agreed to let you go over to Finn's and he's agreed not to let you
become a pest."

"Mama," he squawked and ran into her arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank
you." He gave her a kiss with every thank you.

"Maybe you should say thank you to Finn as well."

He slowly walked over to me. He seemed to be deep in thought. He climbed
onto my lap.

"Finn, will you tuck me in please."

"Sure little buddy," I replied after getting the nod from his mother.

I picked him up and carried him to his room. It was hard to disengage him
from my arms but I managed it. I put him in his bed. I went to give him a
peck on the cheek but he pulled me down and gave me a kiss on the lips I
will remember for the rest of my life. His tongue ran around my lips and
forced itself to do battle with my tongue. I was far more constrained than
I wanted to be and gently disengaged.

"Thank you Finn. I love you."

"Good night, my best buddy in the whole world."

I wandered back out and Freyja gave me grin. I grinned back, a bit
sheepishly.

"You escaped. He's got it bad for you, you know."

I nodded.

"And you want to know something else, you may not realise it, but you've
got it bad for him. Mothers know these things." She nodded sagely.

I smiled wanly and thanked her for a lovely evening. A very lovely evening,
gave her a peck on the cheek and left.

This was the beginning of my relationship with Joris.


Part 6

Needless to say he was at my apartment every day I got home from work. On
occasions when I had to work late he wouldn't be there and I would go over
to his apartment to check that all was well and to say hello to my little
buddy, and of course his mother.

At one time I arrived at the door and was ushered in quite quickly by
Freyja.

"Finn, I have to see my sister in a hurry. Would you be able to look after
the horror this evening. I have no idea how long I will be, so perhaps, if
you can, you might take him to your place and let him spend the night. Can
you do it?"

"For Joris, I can climb Mt Everest," I said. "And you of course, Freyja," I
judiciously added.

She laughed and said, "For me? Liar."

She then said, "He's dying to have sex with you, so be prepared. Do what
you guys want to do. You won't get any flak from me. It's Friday night so I
won't hurry home and I will see you guys tomorrow."

I took off to my apartment with Joris in tow. He seemed more quiet than
usual. We entered my flat and I asked him if everything was okay.

"Oh yes Finn, everything is more than okay."

At this point he took a flying leap into my arms and gave me kiss of such
erotic intensity I started to bone up immediately...


We passed through the checkpoint that delineated the North from the
South. I stopped and before I could produce my Alegria passport, the
official said, "You're Dr Larson, aren't you?"

I nodded a yes.

"You adopted two Kham boys, and you have two refugees. Yes?"

"Yes." Again I nodded.

"You are an Alegriano. And I am so honoured to meet you. Would you wait
just a moment please."

He disappeared into his little cabin and rematerialized with his mobile
phone.

"May I have a picture with you please... Perhaps this young man will take
it?"

I interpreted this very surprising conversation into Danish for Joris. His
English was still not great and the border guard's accent was quite
thick. Joris replied in English, `my pleasure' and climbed out of the car
to the delight of the guard and took some photos with the phone.  "Now a
selfie with the young man... the three of us."

I then took a threesome selfie with my phone. It was the beginning of a
book of memories for Joris' 16th birthday.

"Do you need my passport? Or maybe Joris'?"

"No, no, Doctor. I know you... everyone knows you." He then stuck a sticker
on my windscreen. "That will enable you to park anywhere you want without
restrictions. You also do not have to pay for any parking anywhere. Where
are you going?"

"I don't know... Just driving."

"May I suggest Vista da Montanha... Once there, you will return often. I
hope to see you again."

"Farewell my friend, and thank you," I said as we got into our car and
drove off.

At one point along the road we pulled over to view a field of beautiful
blue crocuses with deep red stigmas.

Joris had his arm around my waist and his head on my shoulder. He breathed
out, "This is so beautiful, so, so beautiful." It was. I was moved by his
deep appreciation of the beauty before him.

"That my dearest Padawan is saffron. That's where a lot of Alegria's money
comes from. That and natural gas."

"I note the you contribute significantly to that resource," he remarked
cheekily. This was in reference to my unexpected fart which had escaped
without prior notice on the night he arrived.

I gave him a noogie and then a kiss. It was a kiss as passionate as we
could get standing beside a field on a main road. We got a couple of toots
and waves. Somebody shouted `Get a room' but I thought the car might do. We
had never done it in a car. My VW beetle back home was not built for
lovin'. We both got in the back seat and Joris was ready to rock and
roll. As soon as a bit of my backside was bared, Joris went after me like a
pole digger. The sex was rough, as sometimes happened, but Christ it was
good. Joris shot litres up my arse and sucked me dry and I was ready to
curl up and go to sleep.

"I'll drive," he announced, and got behind the wheel of the Merc. As he
drove I dozed. I was suddenly awakened from my nap by a sudden braking and
Joris exclaiming, "Jesus Christ, look at that!"

In front of us was a vista of such unimaginable beauty it took my breath
away. I totally understood his exclamation. I noticed the time and it was
unfortunate that we had to turn around and head back. How could we leave
this place? A craggy snow topped mountain with fields of deep blue saffron
crocuses blanketing the valley. There were little what appeared to be
chalets dotted on the side of the mountain. It was Hans Andersen fairy tale
beautiful.

We got out of the car to take photos. I took one of Joris and the scene and
he took one of me. We then took a selfie of both of us. Suddenly Joris
started to giggle.

"Finn, please just get in the car." He snapped me as I was getting in. When
he got in he showed me the image and it was me getting in the car with a
large wet patch on my arse. I could have sat in something wet and been
quite innocent of any naughtiness. But I knew the truth. I had leaked a
great wad of Joris' cum. I slipped my trousers off and started driving in
my bikini style underwear . It too was more than moist, but I was damned if
I was going to drive in nothing on my arse. This however had the
(dis)advantage of giving Joris easy access to my dick. Of this, he took
full benefit. I was delighted; especially when he put his head on my
shoulder and murmured "I love you so much Finn." I almost burst with joy. I
knew tonight was going to be special. Way special.

When we were approaching my house, we could see in the distance fluttering
little red flags lining the path from the road to the house.

"Look," exclaimed Joris, "The boys have put up flags, and they're Danish
flags. I think they have just made a Danish surprise for me."

I laughed and said "I think they might have."

"I hope there is something to eat, Finn, because I am starving."

"I think Thiago was going to make something, but I'm not sure."

"I really hope so. I could eat a whale and Jonah too."

Well, he had only just turned 16 and a teenager's appetite is legendary. We
walked into the house which was deathly quiet, when suddenly the kids and
Bear along with Marinho and Thiago shouted out "SURPRISE". They had been
hiding behind the open front door. They crowded around him to give him
sixteen slaps and one for good luck. Joris was really laughing and remarked
he wasn't sure he liked this custom very much. He just kissed everyone he
could catch and we somehow made it to the eating area. The table was laden
with pastry, and fruit pies and every conceivable sweet thing that was in a
Danish recipe book. Well, maybe not all, but one hell of a lot. The layer
cake was a creamy confection of cholesterol intensive ingredients and
tasted divine. Joris was in the seat of honour, and had a little Danish
flag in front of him -- this signified he was the birthday boy. Then the
kids started to sing in unbelievable harmony the Danish birthday song "I
dag er det Joris fødselsdag". (Today is Joris' birthday.) I couldn't
believe the beautiful harmony. I didn't know the kids could sing so well.

"Where did you guys practice that?" I had to ask.

Thiago and Marinho had dopey smiles on their faces and I knew.

"Oh, at school," Saami half lied. I also now knew their secret `go to'
place. They had Marinho and Thiago wrapped around their little fingers.

"Hmmm," I said.

It was around 16:00 and I thought it a good idea to make a speech. I said
so. Saami and Keeva groaned. I walked around to Joris. I gave him a little
kiss.

"Well birthday boy, you are now 16. Old enough to make some decisions on
your own." Then it struck me. "You weren't old enough to have a driver's
licence." The age was 16 and 9 months on our island. He kinda looked at me
a bit sheepishly, "Hmmm" he said.

"Oh no," said Saami, "not Far too." There was a bit of laughter. Bear was
still eating. He sure could tuck it away. He spluttered a bit but kept
eating a slice of cake.

I decided to continue. "Okay folks, champagne in everyone's glass, and
let's raise them to the birthday boy.

"The birthday boy!" everyone shouted and swilled their champagne.

The birthday boy had a few tears and was smiling. He got up to thank
everyone but I hadn't sat down.

"Joris, my love, my only boyfriend, come here please and get your present."

"I thought this was my present." He indicated the table.

"Just one more little thing." He came up to me and I went down on my knees
and said, "Joris, my only love, I have loved you achingly and passionately
for the past 5 years. So now I ask, no I beg... Will you please marry me?"

As cool as Arctic ice, Joris simply said ‎'Yes'. I grabbed his
left hand and slipped a ring on. It was quite masculine, gold and in the
shape of a love knot. At this point the Arctic ice totally melted and Joris
just broke down. He hung on to my neck and kept on repeating yes, yes,
yes. I held him tight and the air was electric around us. Everyone was dead
silent. Bear hove to and shouted "Fill your glasses and let's drink to
Joris and Finn, to Finn and Joris." Everyone drank including Saami and
Keeva. They ran up to us and hugged and kissed us.

"Daddy and Far, we love you so much..."

"Hey Far, you know daddy comes as a package deal... you know that?" Saami
teased in Danish.

"I couldn't want for a better package deal," responded Joris.

"We had better call your mother. I know she's waiting."

It took a few minutes to get through to Copenhagen but we finally made
it. Joris took the call first.

"Hi ma" he started off.

"Joris, how are you love? Happy Birthday. Enjoying your Holiday? Had a good
day?"

"Oh, mama, it's been the best day of my life."

"Oh, and why is that?" enquired Freyja even though she knew.

"Because." He hesitated.

"I'm waiting," Freyja wasn't about to let him off the hook.

"Because Finn asked me to marry him and I said yes." He blurted out. "I
can, can't I mama."

Freyja pretended to think for a short moment. "Oh, I suppose so." She
laughed. Then added, "With all my blessings."

"Mama, you knew."

"Of course I knew. Mothers know everything. I've told you before."

Joris was sniffling a bit. I handed him a tissue.

His cheekiness returned for a moment. "Well, there's something you don't
know. On the day we get married I will be a father." Freyja almost fell
over. "Meet your future grandkids, mama." He beckoned to the boys.

They waved and shouted, "Hej bedstemor!" (Hi grandma!) In perfect Danish.

"Hej barnebørn," she replied. (Hi grandkids.) "What are your names?
Taler I dansk?" (You guys speak Danish?)

"Vi forsøger." (We try)

"I snakker perfekt. (You speak perfectly.) Hvad hedder I?" (What are your
names?)

At this point I came into view of the phone. "This is Saami, and this imp
is Keeva."

"Well it's surprises all round. How are you feeling Finn?"

"So happy I could burst," I replied.

Freyja said "I couldn't want for a better son-in-law, and a ready-made
family. My grandsons are gorgeous, my son is happier than I have seen him
and it has made my day. In fact my life. However, there are a couple of
issues I need to talk to you about Finn, and we'll do that later in the
week. Okay?" I knew she didn't want to worry Joris with her illness, so I
made a mental note to pop into the hospital and call her from there.

The kids and Joris were playing and making a bit of a racket behind me. She
asked, "Those kids are speaking Danish like they are Danes?"

"They sure are, and they taught themselves from the internet."

"Intelligent as well as gorgeous."

"Yes... and cheeky. I thought they were doing it for me, but they told me
they were learning Danish for Joris because his English wasn't so
good. That put me in my place. Someone else wants to say hi as well."

Bear came into focus.

"Hi Freyja," said Bear.

"Hi Bear. Everything worked out, I guess."

 "Everything went like clockwork. I loved it when Finn almost peed himself
when we surprised him."

"I did NOT almost pee myself," I shouted from the background.

This was the moment when Sven decided to arrive, unannounced. Freyja
noticed this from the background ruckus, and told me in Danish that she had
better ring off.

"Hey," said Sven, "A voice from home."

I heard Freyja chuckle. "Yes and the weather, though a little cool, is
beautiful. A real Danish spring."

"Ah, you make me homesick," laughed Sven. "Nice speaking with you. Perhaps
another time. Bye. Ciao." With that, Freyja was gone.

"A little gift for the birthday boy." Sven handed over a card which I was
sure contained some money. He had a coffee and a bit of cake -- which he
greatly appreciated -- to Thiago's delight and amid profuse thanks and
further congratulations on our engagement, left to his duties. He told me
the old witchdoctor was doing well, but was the grumpiest bastard they had
in the hospital.

After he left, Piet arrived and much the same scene occurred. After Piet a
small delegation of the nursing staff appeared. After a lot of oohing and
aahing over Joris and how handsome and lucky he was, they too left a card
and went back to their duties or home.

"Well, that lot was unexpected but I am really happy they came," I said to
no one in particular.

"They were really nice, Finn."

"Yes they were. They're the guys I work with."

"Duh!" was my fiancé's reply. I gathered I had stated the obvious. I
loved saying and thinking `my fiancé'.

"Hmmm," I said. The double-trouble giggled. "Enough you two, time you were
getting ready for bed." They grumbled off, each with another slice of
cake. "Where do they put it all?" I asked an invisible entity in the room.

The leftover cakes and sweet pastries (and there were plenty) were packed
on disposable plates and given to the charge of Bear to take to the
hospital and delivered to the kids there.

I said goodnight to everyone, gave a wink to Joris and trotted off to our
bed. Joris was also tired. It had been quite a day for him. He gave Marinho
a kiss and a thanks. Likewise he gave Bear a kiss. Thiago came in for an
long soulful kiss, with a mouthful of Joris' tongue.

"Thank you for all your effort, Thiago. You made today the best birthday
ever."

Thiago turned bright red, and made sort of `aw shucks' noises. He gave
Joris a quick kiss on the cheek, and kept on with being domestic. How
Thiago managed to cook all that food was and is still a mystery to me.

When I went to our bedroom (it was no longer just mine) I was stripped and
under the covers and dozing before I could even think about it. Joris was
only a minute or two after me. He stripped and cuddled into me and we both
slept soundly. His hand gripped my cock and that's how we slept.


Part 7

I was awoken at about 4 am by Saami who slipped in beside me, followed by
Keeva.

"Daddy," he whispered to me in English.

"Yes my love," I whispered back.

"Do you still want me as your son, and Keeva too?"

"Are you crazy?" I was now fully awake.

"Well do you?" He was insistent.

"Of course I do. No one can break our bond. I've adopted you, that means I
love you guys always, for the rest of my life."

"Does Joris want us, too." I suddenly realised where this was going.

"Don't you remember he told his mother he was going to be a father..."

"Yeah, but will he make us his sons?"

"I can't speak for Joris..."

"Yes you can," said a quiet voice next to me.

So I said, "He will make you his sons." I had switched to Danish.

The moment was electric.

"Saami, come here, son." It was Joris.

Saami clamoured over me, with an injudicious knee in my balls.

"Ouch!"

Joris laughed. I didn't. I could feel Saami shaking from holding in his
cackles.

Joris held the naked Saami tight and whispered "I want you and Keeva to be
my sons so badly I will do anything to make it happen. I'll even marry
Finn."

"Hey, I'm actually here, you know."

Joris, Saami and Keeva tittered together. I knew that I would need to keep
an eye on those three, as I could feel a bond developing the same as mine
with my boys. I really should say `our' boys.

The hold that Joris had on Saami became stroking and kisses. Saami's arms
were around Joris' neck and Joris softly said, "Saami, I so love you and I
want so badly to be your Far."

"Then make me your son, please. I love you too, like daddy."

In the gloom of the bedroom I couldn't see clearly, but the movements next
to me indicated what was happening. Saami moaned and I knew that Joris had
penetrated him. The rhythm of the bed made it very clear that Joris was
making Saami his son. My hand drifted over to Joris' arse and the
undulations of his choice backside as I stroked it left me in no doubt. I
felt Saami's stiff cock and ran my finger over the head. In doing that I
also stroked Joris' tummy. My two loves were one, and it felt like they
were allowing me into their lovemaking.

Finally, Joris came in Saami. In their after-glow they cuddled me and Keeva
to themselves and though Keeva had yet to unite with Joris we felt like one
family.

Keeva now started to softly kiss Joris. They were tender little pecks he
was giving his soon to be far. This was not lost on Saami, who joined Keeva
for a gentle kiss and whispered to him his love for his little brother.

Keeva whispered back how much he loved Saami, me and now Joris. At this
point he took hold of Joris' cock, kissed its raging stiffness and said
"Please make me your son." Joris seemed a little hesitant, so I grabbed his
prick and put it on the outside of Keeva's love chute.

"Make him your son, my love. Make him your son too."

Joris penetrated him and the electricity was palpable. Joris gently thrust
into him and made slow love to the little chap. I could feel the dynamic
between them and after several minutes of tender undulations Joris blew his
load into young Keeva, and Keeva was now his son. The boys were as bound to
Joris as I was.

"I love you Far, I just so love you." The little chap was very emotional. A
little while later I had to remove Keeva from Joris' chest where he had
collapsed so I could make love with my fiancé. We did for several
hours, (I think). Dawn was making itself known through the bedroom
windows. I needed a morning piss so I disentangled myself from the
bedclothes and went to the lavatory. I pissed a goodly stream and debated
if I should go back to bed or not. It was not a difficult decision to go
back, so I did. I lied down next to my beautiful man and hugged him to me.

"Finn," he said sleepily, "Make love to me again."

I wasn't going to say no, so I didn't. As we were making love, I became
conscious of four eyes looking at us. Saami and Keeva were observing every
move. I smiled at them and their smiles back and the tilt of their heads
indicated that they were happy and possibly wanted to join us.

I whispered to Joris that I thought two little villains wanted to be in the
family games. Joris and I disengaged and held out arms and the kids swarmed
in. Cuddles and kisses and cock play ensued with a great deal of vigour.

Though enthusiastic, both boys were obviously tired. I cuddled myself into
Keeva and Saami cuddled himself into Joris. I looked at my lover and
through the gloom smiled at him. We were able to join hands through the boy
mêlée and like that we slept until late morning.

The debris from the party had been cleaned, and the house was immaculate. I
felt it was time to give Thiago and Marinho some down time. I had given
each a mobile phone, just in case. I collected both guys, gave them their
mandated monthly stipend of $100 each, then gave them an extra $200 each
and told them to go have fun. Do what they wanted.

"I just need to know where you guys are, in case the police call. Please
let me know."

"Chefe, you have given us too much money. We should only have $50.00 each."
I had this argument with them every month.

"No!" I was emphatic. "My house is perfect. My yard is immaculate. My pool
is perfectly clean. Everything is perfect. And you my lads have both been
perfect. At the end of the 12 months, where am I going to find another
couple of guys like you?"

Thiago who was a little bit mouthier than his brother piped up and said,
"You have to keep us for 12 months, that's the law. Then we can stay
here... BUT we don't have to leave you and you don't have to get rid of
us."

"Hmmm," I said. "Sounds good to me. We'll talk about this later." I threw a
set of keys to Marinho and told him to take the Mini Moke. This was a tiny
jeep I had bought just for running around. "Go and enjoy, guys. I'll talk
to the police. Hopefully there won't be any problems. Vamoose!"

They left in high spirits.

Not an hour later I had a call from the police. Happily it was the sergeant
from the adoption day. He informed me his patrol boys had just picked up
two refugees who were under my care in my Mini Moke down by the river. I
asked him what had they done? He said they had a lot of money and my car.

"Aren't they meant to be with you?"

"No," I replied. "They are my house boys and I have told them to go have
some fun. I also paid them and gave them the keys to my Moke."

"Oh," he replied.

"Aren't they at the refugee camp playing football? Have they done something
wrong?"

"Well yeah, they are. They haven't done anything wrong, as such, but it
seemed they arrived with a bag of treats for the kids, and with money, and
with a car. Refugee servants don't normally do that."

"When I give my lads time off and their money, they can do what they
want. It's their money to spend. Also they are both licensed."

The sergeant sounded a bit doubtful. "Yeah that's true... but to come back
and spend their money on the kids and still have some left over... That's
not normal... But I suppose you are THE Dr. Finn, and if you are involved,
nothing is normal." He laughed in a very good natured way.

He then waxed lyrical in Portuguese. "You are a jewel in this island, and
we never want to let you go."

"Sergeant. Be sure, I'm not going anywhere... But I would like you very
much to come to a very special dinner in two evenings' time and be with my
family for something to eat and a few drinks and an evening of chat. Meet
my fiancé."

"Thank you doctor, I would love that. What time?"

"From this point on you call me Finn, and 18:30 would be good. We eat at
19:30 or thereabouts."

"Finn, my name is Manuel not sergeant, and I really look forward to being
there."

"Be hush-hush about this Manuel, I don't want Joris to know... And I know
how the bush telegraph works on this island."

The days had flown since Joris had arrived. We made love to each other at
every possible opportunity. The household gave us many opportunities. Saami
and Keeva only climbed in with us every second night and truthfully, I did
miss their little spikes tickling me on my belly. Joris was totally
mine. Body, mind and soul, as I was his. His passion was unrelenting and
undiminished. I loved him so much I knew I would be empty when he left. But
I had two sons and my work to help fill the gap.

My holiday was all but at an end. I consoled myself with the thought that
Saami, Keeva and I would be flying back to Denmark at the end of the year
Joris and I would be married on Christmas day.

I had rung the hospital in Denmark from the Kham hospital (I did go there
occasionally) and spoke to Dr. Iversen, Freyja's oncologist. He told me,
colleague to colleague, that her prognosis was poor and that she had no
more than a year. I spoke to Freyja and she told me the same. It was hard
to keep this secret from Joris. His mother was adamant. I rationalised,
`her body, her son' and I kept silent.

Joris was not stupid. He knew something was up with me. I told him it was
just medical stuff, and brushed him off like that. I didn't actually
lie. He was not to be distracted.

"It's mama," he stated. "She's got colonic or stomach cancer, hasn't she?"

"Why do you say that?" I parried.

"I looked up her medication and I read Dr. Iversen's and your books and I
am not a complete idiot."

I took him in my arms. "Joris, my love, I have never lied to you. I have
made a promise to Freyja and I will not break that promise. But I will
agree with you that you are not an idiot but your big job now is to enjoy
the rest of your holiday then go back home, be with your mother, and make
her happy preparing for our wedding at Christmas. You must also leave
school in July in a blaze of glory, as your mama said to me once. I can
promise you this, this will be the best medicine for her. I know this
without a shadow of a doubt in my mind." In three days he would leave.

All too soon Tuesday evening arrived. All afternoon Joris had stuck to me
closer than shit on a blanket, as I had heard once in South Africa. Not
once did he complain about leaving and for that I was grateful. About 18:20
some colleagues arrived from the hospital. Firstly Piet arrived followed
shortly by Sven. Each one stayed about 15 minutes, gave Joris a hug and
wished him farewell until they met again. I also noticed them slipping
euros into his shirt pocket.

"Just so you don't get hungry on the way home," whispered Piet.

The guys left after telling me they would see me the day after
tomorrow. Bear arrived.

"No show without Punch," I thought.

He gave Joris a discreet and chaste kiss on the cheek. "Deserter," he
whispered, and Joris blushed.

Manuel arrived and we all sat down to a gastronomical fiesta.

After we had eaten our fill, Pablo whom I had also invited, and Manuel
pulled out guitars and started to play. They were good. Very good. It
seemed like they had been playing together for years. But no, tonight was
the first night ever. They played songs Saami and Keeva knew, and both boys
sang like angels. The guys played Guantanamera and Thiago and Marinho sang
it. Saami and Keeva joined in the chorus, and suddenly we had a quartet
which I thought would break the charts.

Joris had tears in his eyes as did I. It felt like a song of farewell (it
actually isn't) and plucked at our heartstrings. It wasn't late, but I felt
it was bedtime. Joris indicated he was tired and needed to go to bed. He
went around to everyone, hugged in and gave each person a kiss and left for
our bedroom. I told everyone to stay as long as they liked. They did stay
for about an hour, and the concert didn't diminish. Joris and I could hear
the music softly creeping into our bedroom. It was soft and soulful. A sort
of joyful melancholy. It was a beautiful counterpoint to Joris' and my
lovemaking.

As we entered each other, our feelings, our souls, told us we would never
be apart.


Part 8

The morning arrived. Sadly.

We lazily and reluctantly got out of bed. The house was strangely quiet. We
did morning things and wandered out to have breakfast. The house had a
sombre, forlorn atmosphere. We made it to the table where Keeva and Saami
were quietly eating their breakfast.

"C'mon kids, lighten up. I'm not dead yet!" This was Joris trying to
lighten the mood.

Keeva burst into tears. He flung himself at Joris and cuddled and hugged
him until I thought Joris would die from being crushed to death.

"I will miss you so much, Far," the little fellow sobbed.

"I will miss my sons very much... but we can still skype. And I will be
back... And you guys are coming to Denmark in December..."

"What?" shouted Keeva.

I looked at Joris completely startled. It was something I had thought about
and wanted to do, but we hadn't talked about it.

"Well, your daddy and I are getting married in December, how is it possible
not to have my sons there? And your bedstemor will kill me if you are not
there. She is my mother and I know these things."

A teary eyed Keeva looked at me as did Joris and Saami. I smiled and
nodded. The boys smiles and shouts of joy were priceless. They were going
to their daddy's and Far's wedding. They had not thought about it too much
but had assumed I would be going to Denmark and leaving them behind. I
added, "Bear is coming too."

I had promised Sven and Piet I would cover for them whenever they wanted,
and they then would cover for me at Christmas, when I was off to
Denmark. My contract gave me 6 weeks annual leave anyway, so work was not
going to be a big problem at all. If for some unforeseen reason another
doctor was required, we could always get one from Rive Sud hospital.

Anyway, time had marched on. We collected Joris' bags and loaded the
car. The boys insisted they come too. It didn't take much convincing for me
to allow this as Joris was their Far. They had a right to say goodbye. We
got to the airport without difficulty. We bundled out. We went through the
short boarding procedure. Joris had tears in his eyes. At this point our
emotions swelled and we had a family hug. Oh what a hug. There wasn't a dry
eye. Joris kissed each of the boys then me. I will never forget that
kiss. It was short, but said more to me than any farewell in words. He went
through the gate and disappeared. Keeva then Saami burst into tears. The
loud cracking noise was my heart breaking; but I knew it was only 5 months
and we would see each other again.

Joris didn't know it until he checked in, I had upgraded his tickets to
first class on both his flights. At least he would be comfortable.

The months dragged on. Joris, and quite often Freyja, and I talked almost
daily on Skype. The boys always spoke in Danish to their grandma, and it
was obvious she loved them almost as much as Joris and me. She tried to
convince me to let them come to Denmark a week or so earlier. I dug in and
said no. Freyja got sneaky and rang Bear behind my back and asked him to
organise it so he would buy all our tickets and ensure the lads got on
their flight to Denmark a week earlier and she and Joris would meet
them. Bear told me he would organise all our tickets in one lump through
his uncle and I agreed. I still didn't know the plot. I gave him my credit
card and our passports, and the evil deed was done.

At the time, I was so busy at work, I was only too pleased that Bear had
this sorted. I hadn't bothered to check the tickets as I was certain Bear
would have had everything arranged.

"Just leave everything to me," said Bear. Indeed, Bear did have everything
arranged. Bear could be one hell of a sneaky bastard when the time called
for it.

Our island was tropical, so I told Bear he had to get clothes for snow. He
had no idea, so one weekend we grabbed a flight to Rio and went
shopping. The boys couldn't come as they had a tonne of schoolwork to do. I
left them in the tender care of Marinho and Thiago. I knew there would be
zero problems as the boys had our two employees wrapped around their
fingers. Bear and I had great fun and spent too much on clothes for Bear
and the boys. Initially I had forgotten how cold it gets in Denmark, but
after a couple of hours in a camping and trekking shop the frozen wastes
came tumbling back into my mind. I bought the kids five changes of winter
clothes, underwear, long trousers flannel shirts and boots. I also bought
gloves and scarves. Each one got a beanie as well. I also got them winter
jackets and waterproofs. The kids had never been frozen or experienced
anything like a Scandinavian winter. I had plenty of clothes back in
Denmark, so I was set.

We got back and the kids tried on their clothes.  It was a very hot day,
even for Alegria. They looked like elves. And in no time at all sweat was
pouring off their faces. I took two quick snaps of them and in seconds flat
they were naked. They were cute in their elven clothes, but cuter
naked. The hot day combined with the clothes had made their boy bits appear
bigger. I texted the snaps to Joris. He replied almost immediately with a
smiling face emoji. He added "Can't wait to see the kids. Love J and F."
Not me, mind you, just the kids. I was a little put out by this, but didn't
dwell on it.

I had been asked by the Northern hospital to run a workshop for their
doctors for two days. The governor had asked for me to run it on emergency
surgery and as this was my specialty I could not refuse. It did mean I
would be in the north for nearly two days. I was to stay overnight with the
governor and his family. The small fry had their bags ready for Denmark in
what I presumed to be 10 days.

What really happened, about an hour after I left the kids were loaded into
Bear's car and also took off to Rive Sud. I had been a little surprised at
the farewell the kids had given me. They climbed into my bed at about 05:30
and we made love. Their tearful farewells clung to me for most of the
day. My phone calls went unanswered, and when I finally got through to
Bear, he told me the kids weren't there at the moment but everything was
just fine. He didn't mention that the boys had caught a plane from Rive Sud
to Macapá and thence to Copenhagen. First Class!

I was happy enough. All was well. I did not know my boys were winging their
way across the Atlantic to Denmark.

After the seminar, I decided to drive straight home. Apparently, the
governor had rung Bear that I was on my way. (He can be sneaky too.) I
wanted to see my boys. After all I had been away for 36 hours. When I
arrived home, unsurprisingly Bear was there. He had my Skype hooked up to
the widescreen TV, and Freyja was on.

"Oh yes Freyja, he's just arrived," I heard him say. I came into focus. I
was a bit surprised I hadn't been greeted by hugs from my two
rapscallions. But I spoke to Freyja.

"Hello mother-in-law to be. How's things?"

"Wonderful, just wonderful. Couldn't be better." She laughed
wickedly. "Some people want to say `Hi' to you and you're not to get mad at
Bear or anyone. Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Really promise?"

"Yeah, really promise."

"Cross your heart and hope to die, promise?"  She chuckled.

"Yes," I said. "Cross my heart and hope to die." I added the action with
the words.

"Who wants to talk to me?" I asked wondering what all this promise stuff
was about. I then heard a giggle which I knew was Keeva.

Suddenly two little brown Danish elves entered the screen. "Hello Daddy, we
sneaked off...

Suddenly Joris was there. "Finn, I had no idea this was happening. Ma just
said that we were going to the airport to pick up some cargo, and the next
thing I was being strangled by two little boys who were calling me
Far. What could I do?"

By this time, Bear had disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared bringing
me a very strong and large caipirinha. He was wearing a crash helmet. I
looked at him quizzically, and he told me the crash hat was just in case I
became angry with him.

I was still on Skype with everyone so I remained calm. I said, "You, my
friend are a conniving skunk, and with those little skunklets in Denmark,
along with their grandmother skunk (and I do believe their Far skunk didn't
know) are just plain... (I was at a loss for the right word) skunks."

I laughed. A bit from tension and a bit because I found it funny to be
outsmarted again, and I drank my cocktail. We chatted for another half hour
or so and I discovered the kids found the weather appalling. "It rains and
it is so cold" was the major complaint.

"Yes," I told them, "And in the next week it's going to get colder. Be
prepared for snow."

"Lort!" said Saami.

I hadn't really realised it but we had all been speaking Danish. `Lort'
means shit.

"Saami," I admonished, "Your Danish is getting too good. Speak politely,
please."

"Sorry daddy."

"Hmmmm," I said. The smirk on his faced belied any sincerity in his
apology.

"We love being with Far but we miss you so much. Come quickly please. We
love you so much, and we miss you."

Moments later Joris was on camera. "I've shooed everyone away and we are
alone. I love you so much. I told Ma I know she has cancer, and I told her
how I found out. I also told her that I knew you had made her a promise not
to discuss her problems with me and you didn't. She was okay with that. I
really don't know how she always knows if I am telling the truth or
lying. But she always knows. Anyway, I am so happy the boys are here, even
if it was by subterfuge. I really didn't know what was happening. Truly,
Bear is such a good friend... but I am happy he is in Alegria, because he
and my mother together... I don't want to even think about it. The kids are
really feeling the cold... so I said to them `Suffer, babies, suffer! It
was you who sneaked off!' I am really glad you have that super king size
bed in your apartment... You can guess the rest. I love you Finn, I really
do and I will see you in 7 days."

I remembered the words of the sergeant at the adoption process. So I
crossed murder and torture of my mental `I shall repay' list.

I hadn't got a word in, and he rang off. I immediately texted him `I love
you more.' And I received a heart emoji back. I really was crazy about that
guy.


Part 9

It was about 20:00 that evening when there was a knock on my door. It was
Aano Steyn, Piet's little 15 year old adopted lad.

"Hello Dr Finn." All the kids called the doctors by their first names with
the respectful Dr in front of it.  "I heard Saami and Keeva had left for a
little while and I thought you might be lonely. I mentioned it to papa and
he told me to come over and see if you want some company. Saami and Keeva
both said the same."

"Well, that's very kind of you, Aano. Come in and have a drink, or
something."

"What would you like? I have apple juice, pineapple juice, soda water and
grape juice. I also have milk."

"May I have grape juice with soda water please."

"Yes you may. And with manners like that, you may have the whole bottle."

When I brought the drink he sat down. He was dressed in the usual kids garb
of the island. He had a very floppy t-shirt and wide legged short
shorts. He sat opposite me in a lounge chair and he spread his legs. It was
obvious he had no underwear. It was also obvious he hadn't been cut.

"You're not Kham?" I asked him.

"No, I'm Falgo. Do you mind?"

"I do not mind... and from what I see from here, I see a very handsome
young man with an uncut cock... with its eye peeking out."

Aano laughed. "Papa said you wouldn't mind and that you should
ummm... examine me and errr if you wanted me to stay over and errr examine
me more closely, I could. Papa also said that I could be like him or be cut
like my brother."

"I said I wanted to be like him."

"Do you want to be examined closely, Aano."

"Oh yes please, Dr Finn."

I knew the only real sexual taboo on the island was not to screw a relative
of the opposite sex, and the only rule was no means no. Rape was unheard of
on the Island and likewise hetero incest. I had met Aano and his little
brother many times, when they and Sven's kids came over to play and swim at
our house. Saami, Keeva, Leno and Corvo Jensen and Aano and Mali Steyn were
great friends. A veritable Gang of Six. They all looked gorgeous in their
speedos, but were often naked. I was aware the Falgo didn't circumcise
their boys, and I had always been entranced by Aano's cock. I liked the
difference between him and his brother and my lads. I once mentioned this
to my boys. Aano and his brother, Mali, were not related by blood, but were
both adopted by Piet. Piet had adopted two Kham lads and one Falgo. Piet's
eldest, Rico, was Kham as well. He was in Rio studying medicine. This was
his last year. On more than one occasion Aano and Mali and the Jensen boys
had tried to entice me into the pool and join in their games. Each time I
had to resist as I did have things to do.

"Saami and Keeva both told me before they left, that I should try and
deduce, no that's not the word... Um, reduce you."

"Seduce, is the word I think..."

"Yeah that's right," he said.  "Seduce."

"Come here, Aano, You don't have to try. I'm in." I said. "May I take your
shirt off." He nodded assent. His body was one of youthful, sculpted
beauty. His abs were perfectly formed and his boy tits large and darker
brown against his brown skin. He was truly lovely. I said so. He blushed.

"My little brother is nicer. He wanted to come as well, but papa wouldn't
let him. He said that one is enough for a start."

I nuzzled into the kid's navel. His cock rubbed my chin. I gently slipped
his shorts down and he was naked. I thought a quick call to Piet might be
in order.

"Go to my bedroom and I will be there in a minute. I'm going to call your
father."

 I rang and Piet answered.

"Hi Finn. You're on my speed dial. Aano is a really nice kid and he's had
the hots for you for ages. He's also got a bit of a pash for Sven. So has
Rico. Rico is totally in love with Sven, for sure. What is it with you
Danes."

I laughed out loud. "We're just sex on two legs, that's all, and of course
our blond, blue-eyed fabulousness."

"Fuck you Finn."

"You just might get the chance one day," I shot back.

"Really?"

"Hmmm," I replied non-committedly.

"Well, I guess I'll get the goss from number 2 son if and when he comes
home. Otherwise I will have to send in reinforcements, like number 3
son. He's keen for a bit of Larsen around too."

I laughed again. "That's fine Piet. He's a real cutie. Just like his
dad. With that, I bid you goodnight." I rang off." I hoped I had left Piet
wondering.

I went to my bedroom and Aano was lying on the bed. He really was charming
to look at.  His cock was flaccid and his foreskin covered the head. I
leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. His arms went around my
neck and he responded with the same gentleness. I stripped and lied down
next to him. We kissed again and started to make out seriously. I softly
bit his shoulder and he responded with a kiss to remember. My cock had
stood up and he started to masturbate me.

My lust had woken up. Not that it ever went to sleep. I cuddled the kid to
me and he responded by passionately cuddling me back. The both of us became
a unit of wriggling, hugging, single-minded, sweaty sex and
sensuality. Every touch was electric. I thought no wonder Piet always
looked happy. If this kid was looking after him, and had the extra
dimension of loving him, then Piet was in heaven, so was Aano. And indeed,
Piet was a lovely man; a real joker, a terrific doctor and a lovely man.

At some time during our tryst, I began to suck on Aano's balls. It was a
musky boy treat as well as a sense-filled joy in my mouth and on my
tongue. A moan escaped his lips and I stopped for a moment.

"Please, don't stop, please. I will cum in a minute.  Please, let me cum."

I was not into torturing the young guy, and I went back to his spicy nuts
and serviced him some more. My nose kept bumping his very stiff dick and I
nuzzled his bush, which, I might add, was as soft as a kitten's fur. In
moments of my servicing his nutsack, his back arched and a major stream of
boy-cum shot out of his rampant dick and splattered over his chest and
face.

"Please Finn, cum on my face and in my mouth. I was hot to do anything he
wished, so I knelt astride him and wanked myself onto his face. He opened
his mouth and I shot a fair amount onto his tongue. He swallowed the lot. I
was a bit done in after our sex and so was he. We just rolled next each
other, made out and fell asleep cuddling, face to face. It definitely took
the edge off any tension I may have felt about the boys bailing on me. I
also just loved them a little more for organising this meeting for me. Aano
had called me Finn. That was a moment of true intimacy.

When morning came I slowly woke up to a sleeping Aano cuddling next to
me. I liked it, but it was not the rambunctiousness of my two kids. It was
different, nice but different. I slowly disentangled myself from Aano and
trotted off to the shower. I was dressing, getting ready for work and the
young lad slept on.  I arrived at work in good time. I had left Aano a note
telling him to make himself at home, have breakfast, a shower, and if he
should leave let Thiago know so he or Marinho could do whatever was
necessary. Both my housemen knew Aano so there would be no problem.

When I arrived at work, Piet was already there with a cheesy smile on his
dial.

"Sleep well, Finn?" he asked grinning all the time.

"Yes thank you, Piet," I replied straight faced.

"Anything interesting happen, by any chance?"

"Hmmmmm," I replied non-committedly.

"What?" He really wanted to know the details.

"Sorry. Doctor/Patient confidentiality. And I am not one to kiss and tell,
if I ever did. Kiss, that is."

I smiled quietly to myself and wandered over to the coffee machine with a
smirk on my face.

He tried a different tack.

"You haven't seen Aano this morning by any chance, have you?"

"Well, yes I have, by chance." I wasn't going to make this easy for him.

"Where?"

"At my house."

"What was he doing?"

"He was fast asleep. Still is for all I know."

I made and drank my coffee. Piet was not satisfied. His gruntle had been
dissed, as one of my South African patients once said to me.

"Well," I said, "Aano did pop in last night to say hi, and we had a great
chat. I learned something about the Falgo, but I didn't learn how he became
your son. But that's your business, isn't it? I do like him though. I got
to know him much, much better than when he just came over to swim with the
boys."

Piet cheered and punched the air. "Yes! Yes! Yes! At least you had some
comfort last night. Incidentally his parents were killed up north in an
auto accident. He became an orphan with no close family, and I took him
in."

Sven, who had been quietly listening to all this rolled his eyes. Then it
suddenly hit me. Bear had been in on the plot; his uncle must have
organised passports for Saami and Keeva without my say so; my roster had me
on holidays over Christmas; a locum for emergencies had been organised from
the north; a comforting lad had been arranged for my libido...

"Fuck me!" I shouted, surprising everyone. "You all fucking knew what was
going on." I suddenly ran out of steam and sunk into a chair. "You all
knew..." I ended weakly.

I thought for minute. "Drinks at my place tomorrow night... and I think I
love you guys. You are bastards all, and you have made my boys and my
fiancé very happy... and I iterate, I think I love you
guys. Arseholes!" I ended lamely.

Bear had been quietly listening outside the door. He burst in and shouted,
`Big group hug'. At this point he pulled me out of my chair, grabbed Piet
and Sven and we did... Big Group Hug.

>From the BGH we retreated back to being medical staff. Bear was on the
ball.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the love-fest, but we have a pretty dirty open
fracture in the ER. I have ordered an orthopaedic theatre and I think you
should have a look. The kid is 10 or 11 and fell out of a tree and has
broken his arm. It appears to have soil in it. He fell into a maize crop so
it might have manure in it as well. I was in ER faster than the speed of
light.

"Hi kid," I said to him. I spoke Kham. "I am going to put you to sleep for
a little bit and fix this arm. When you wake up, you will have a very heavy
arm, and I will let you hit Nurse Bear with it. If you knock him out, I
will know the surgery has been successful. I will give you a little prick
in the arm. Now start counting to ten for me."

He counted to three and was out like a light. He was in OR quickly. I was
scrubbed up and I cleaned the wound very carefully, set the bones,
plastered him and he was out of surgery. It was messy surgery, worse than I
expected as he had bone fragments scattered in the wound. It took me a good
hour to find the fragments, and I was certain this did not occur due to a
fall from a tree. I wrote up my report and sought police intervention. I
did not like the idea of child abuse, which I thought this could have
been. He was Saami and Keeva's cousin.

After writing my report, I went to check on the witch doctor and he was in
fine form. He was shouting at the nurses in Kham, and being quite
abusive. I had become reasonably fluent in Kham and I told him shut up. I
thought of Piet and his `un-splash' comment to me. I told the old bastard I
had saved his life and if he wasn't courteous to the medical staff I would
`un-operate' and he would be back to the pain he was in when he was brought
to the hospital. He shut up. He was then forever courteous and only
complained when he had real pain. If they could have, the nurses would have
strewn my pathway with roses. I had other ward rounds to do, and completed
them.

It was getting late and I headed to the MO's room to have a coffee. Sven
and Piet were there. They had serious looks on their faces. They had read
my report on the boys' cousin. Firstly, Sven asked me about the operation
on the lad. He quizzed me thoroughly about the bone fragments and my
thoughts about abuse on the kid. Piet also put in his two cents worth. They
were reassured that I wasn't seeing things that weren't there. On our
island, abuse of kids had a zero tolerance level. The report would be
forwarded to the police with three signatures. Action would be taken.

Piet then said, "Wipe your face, there's brown stuff on it."

I thought I knew what was coming.

"We do not `un-operate' on our patients," said Sven. His laughter gave lie
to his seriousness.

Piet added, "That was a fucking brilliant idea. We haven't heard from the
old cunt all afternoon. At one stage I was asked if the old bastard had
died. I had to advise, unfortunately not. Another notch on the kudos belt
for Dr Finn Larsen. You, Doctor, are the only person on this whole island
who has ever been able to shut the old fuck up. Bravo!" We all had a beer
and went home.

The following day the guys came over to my house with their sons. Thiago
made a dinner fit for a king. He made cocktails (Caipirinha) from Brazilian
sugar spirit and after our wine with dinner, the cocktails and some
cleansing ales We were extremely merry, to say the least.

"Shit," muttered Sven, "I hope we don't have any emergencies tonight."


Part 10

At about 6 the next morning I was awoken by the sensation of having my cock
sucked. Mali, Piet's youngest was doing the job. Like his brother Aano, his
technique was close to perfect. I was very close and still a bit dozy. I
lifted the little fellow up, sat him on my chest, and told him he should
stop because another couple of minutes and I would be done.  He was dressed
in a little bit of nothing that did not properly hide his boy bits. He was
obviously 10 or thereabouts, as he was cut, that much was plain to see. He
was also big for a 10 year old. About 10 cm was my guess. Not real thick,
but long.

In the past, I had thought Mali had a bit of a thing for Saami. Whenever
Mali came over to play or swim, he would follow Saami around like a
puppy. This kid needed some lovin', as it said in the song. It seemed as
though I was getting more sex than when the boys were here. A ring on the
doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I knew it wasn't Bear as he would have
walked straight in. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and went down to open
the door.

It was Piet.

"Hi Finn, is Mali here?"

"He sure is," was my reply.

"Good. Did he warm you up?"

"He sure did. Do you want him?"

"Nah... I just sent him over for a warmup for the main event."

"Main event? What main event."

"Why me, you dumb arse. I've come to cash in on your promise."

"Errrr, what promise?" I knew damned well that he was referring to our
little chat of the other evening.

I looked him in the eye and told him he'd better come upstairs. I noticed
it was 10 past 6 and we both had work in a couple of hours. I dragged Piet
inside, then upstairs to my bedroom.  Mali was lying on my bed
spreadeagled. He had a shit-eating grin on his little face and an erection
that almost touched the ceiling. You know what I mean. His black hair was a
mess.

"He's okay, he loves to join in," said Piet.

I knew this to be true as islanders were very laid back about sex. I had
even seen a few hetero couples `at it' on my walks around the place.

 "Hi daddy... Hi Dr. Finn."

Piet grabbed me from behind and his hand went through the front fold of my
robe. I turned quickly and kissed him, hard. We were on the bed naked,
quicker than it takes to say it. While we were wildly kissing, a small cock
inserted itself between our lips. Mali was joining in. Well, I could never
resist a little boy's cock and I gave him the tonguing of his life. When I
entered Piet Mali was still hanging on for dear life and his boyish cum was
spectacular. Dry, but spectacular. Piet entered me and he was as soft and
gentle as a lamb. I really enjoyed his soft caresses and his soft nips and
nuzzles on my neck. His orgasm likewise was spectacular, and certainly not
dry. We too had made friendship with one another and it drew us closer
together.

We were lying in each other's arms Piet leapt up and told me we had to get
to work now.

"What is it Piet?" I asked.

"Car accident - bad one."

I had learned to trust his uncanny ESP on such things.

"I think the guy has got his chest severely damaged." He closed his eyes
and concentrated for a moment. "I'm afraid this one is very messy."

I had pulled on a t-shirt and shorts as well as sandals. I would get
properly dressed at the hospital -- scrubs and boots, then theatre gear.

"If it's that bad, I might need you to assist."

"Okay," said Piet. "Let's go."

We got to my car and we made it to the hospital in double-quick time.

X-rays were already on the fluoro screen and Piet had been right again. The
chest was a mess. The major problem was a broken rib that was just too
close to the heart for comfort. His lungs had been damaged as had his
spleen. His liver seemed to be okay. I didn't have a clear picture of his
kidneys, but I would know when I cracked his chest. It must have been a
nurse who took the x-rays and had done a fantastic job for a
non-technician. (I leaned later all the nurses were taught to take
X-rays. It was part of their training.) Sven was on his way. When he
arrived I simply told him Piet was assisting, but I might need him as
well. Piet and I scrubbed and were ready to go. Bear led the nursing team
and we were all business. I opened the guy up and my priority was to
somehow remove the rib from the heart area. This was tense stuff. I am a
trauma surgeon, but cardio-thoracic is not my specialty. Piet and I
delicately removed the rib and the small piece of bone lodged in the heart
and I stitched it. The sutures were tiny, but I did it. We then removed his
spleen then tried to reconstruct his chest. Thankfully, neither his kidneys
nor his liver had been damaged. Unfortunately we had to remove a part of
his lung. This operation was a stinker, but it was what I was trained
for. Piet was terrific and I didn't need to call on Sven to assist as
well. The time just flew and nine and a half hours later Piet, the nurses
and I emerged from the OR completely wiped out. However, the guy would
survive.

"Fuck, that was a doozy," exclaimed Piet. "What's the story with this guy?"

Sven had got the details in the meantime and replied, "He's a cop on his
way to work and he swerved into a stone wall to miss a little kid who ran
onto the road. How come you guys got here so quickly?"

Piet grinned. Sven smacked himself on the forehead and said "Don't tell
me. My turn next..." and gave me dirty grin.

"God, I work with a bunch of sleazy bastards..." I grinned at the guys.

"I hope you included me in that," came a voice from the door. Bear had
arrived unannounced. "I'm fucked and I'm going home. Good night all." Bear
gave me strange smile, and I too signed off after I had had a shower.

When I arrived home, I saw Bear's car parked out front.

"Oh, oh," I thought. Bear was on my Skype with Freyja. I had only been a
half hour behind him. "Oh Christ, what are they cooking up now?" was my
instant reaction.

I came into focus on the Skype.

"Hi Finn, my handsome son-in-law to be... Everyone is asleep in your
flat. I hardly get to see my son anymore. He's always with his sons and his
sons adore their Far. He is spoiling them and that's not good... I don't
get a chance to spoil them. Not fair!" She laughed. She continued. "We are
getting everything ready for the wedding. We have a hall booked, and the
celebrant and the food. The kids look fantastic in their Danish costumes --
their choice, not mine or Joris' -- and we have to get you a suit for the
day. It should be ready in a couple of days. I am having a terrific time."

In truth, Freyja looked the best I had seen her for ages.

But I have to say my head was spinning a bit.

"What?" was all I could say.

"We, or should I say Joris, got the size from your clothes you left
here. So not to worry."

"What?"

"We've done the guest list, and we only have a few people." ( I breathed a
sigh of relief at that...) "Yeah there are only about 80 people
coming... are there any others you would like to add? I'll email you the
list."

I was starting to feel faint.

"You don't look well, Finn. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Bear chimed in. "He's had a gruelling day in surgery. I should put him to
bed."

"Yes, you do that Bear, and thanks for all the help. Luv ya." With that she
was gone.

"Bear!" I all but roared, "What have you and Freyja thrown me into. This
isn't a wedding, it's become a mass rally... 80 plus guests. I have to lie
down."

"Yes, yes. I think that would be good for you. The boys told me I should
stay with you tonight in case you got agitated or something. Or was that
regurgitated. They also told me I wasn't allowed to fuck you until we got
to Denmark. Then we could go five ways. Those boys of yours are really..."

"Fuck me... they said what?" I interrupted. "Where was Freyja?"

"Ahh Finn, rest your weary head against my heaving bosom and relax. They
spoke to me in Kham. But Joris laughed. I think he is picking up
Kham. Anyway, I digress. Your guest list includes my uncle and aunt, me of
course, Piet's eldest Rico, and of course Aano and Mali, coz Piet can't be
there, and surprise, surprise, Sven -- he hasn't been back in years. His
two are coming as well; so are Marinho and Thiago. Uncle Pedro told Sven in
no uncertain terms this was the ideal time to take some time off and use up
some of his leave. He hasn't taken more than a week off in three
years. Uncle Pedro never interferes with the running of the hospital or
what we do, but he does keep an eye out for his staff's welfare. Did you
know he does your and the other docs' pay cheques personally every month?"

"Nuh," was my grunted reply. I was really, really tired. "How's this circus
getting to Denmark?" I more or less grunted out.

"We have the plane booked. First class to Copenhagen...

"Shit Bear!" I exclaimed. "How the fuck am I going to pay for this? I'm not
rolling in poverty, I know, but how many people first class?"

"Don't worry, Oh Lord of All He Surveys, it's only 12 and Alegria is paying
for it. You are to consider it part of your Christmas Bonus -- Alegria is
paying for your wedding too. So you are not to worry about anything at
all... nothing, nada, niente, anyen... Ah, you might need to worry about
buying wedding bands for you and Joris... You should do that together in
Copenhagen. Maybe also a gift for Freyja and something special for Joris."

"Do they know how cold it will be for them?"

"Sven knows, and we are all leaving the day after tomorrow for Rio to do
some shopping, and then on to Copenhagen."

Suddenly exhaustion really overtook me. "Bear... take me to bed and tuck me
in."

He did just that and I slept like the dead.

The next morning I was up at 6. I felt very refreshed and treated myself to
a superb breakfast, made of course by Thiago. Thiago was a bit jumpy. He
was reasonably uncommunicative which was weird.

I asked him if he had a problem and he was all "no, no chefe."

"Hmmm," I thought to myself. "Where's Marinho?" I questioned.

"Just outside."

"Get him please then you both sit down with me and chat. Okay?"

They arrived and both looked a bit nervous.

"Right guys, I know you tell me everything." From first moving in, they hid
nothing from me. "I think you are keeping a secret from me... and this is
making you uncomfortable... Am I on the right track?"

The gorgeous lads nodded.

"Hmmm. That secret wouldn't be that you are coming to Denmark for my
wedding, would it?"

The tension leaving them was totally visible. It was like air coming out of
a balloon. The relief on their faces was totally comical. I laughed. "I am
really happy that my whole family will be there. If you guys weren't there,
the wedding would be incomplete."

I gave them each a hug then a Big Group Hug. I was really fond of these
lads.

Three days later we were winging our way in style to Copenhagen.


Part 11

When we arrived at CPH, we were met by some officials who ignored most
everyone and made a beeline for the governor. We all were on such friendly
and informal terms in Alegria I had basically forgotten the governor was a
Head of State.

He was extremely courteous and shook hands with everyone. He also
courteously explained that he was in Denmark for a private and not official
visit.

"Well sir, we do have a car for you if you would like to avail yourself of
it." CPH had been warned by the flight crew.

He looked at his wife, then at me, and I told him, "Sure, why not. Go to
your hotel and I am sure we shall see you later. Please give me a call at
this number." I gave him Freyja's number.

Another official looked at me as possibly an aide of some description and
told me the entourage could go straight through. I thanked him in Danish
and told him my family would be waiting for me outside, I hoped, and he
laughed. I saw the envious looks of other passengers who were being
properly processed by customs and immigration. I didn't think too much
about it.

Bear had taken my shoulder bag and again I didn't think anything about
it. I walked into the main foyer and suddenly the attack began. "Far,
Far... We love you and it's amazing to see you. We love you."

"I love you guys to the Moon and back," I told them in Kham. As suddenly as
the attack began, so it ended. A kind of a passageway through the people
there materialised and a few metres away, my love was like the light at the
end of the tunnel. We ran into each other's arms. Sven and Rico had
organised the kids and Bear had organised the luggage. It was cold, but
Freyja had sorted a taxi bus for us all. We arrived in better than high
spirits at my apartment block and I tried to give the driver a tip. He had
let me use the bus PA system, and I had roundly abused everyone for pulling
this trick on me. I spoke in Portuguese so the poor driver wouldn't
understand my bad language. Everyone was laughing at my tongue in cheek
abuse, and when we pulled up and I attempted to tip him, the driver said in
perfect Portuguese "Thank you senhor, but no thank you. Senhora Freyja
would kill me if I took money from you." This of course produced another
round of mirth, especially from Joris, Saami and Keeva. They had known, the
little shits.

We went straightway to Freyja's flat. She was radiant. I hadn't seen her
looking so good in quite a long time. She just hugged me, and started to
cry.

"Oh Finn, you have made me so happy. My Joris is so happy so I am happy,
and these little trolls have made me so happy. Could life be any better?"

Saami and Keeva were hugging their grandmother too.

There was a bit of huffing and puffing at the door and Bear, Sven and his
kids, and Marinho and Thiago were there with the luggage.

Somehow Joris had never left contact with me and I kissed him. It was a
reasonably chaste kiss, and Freyja told us very definitely there was to be
none of that sort of thing until the wedding.

"What!" we both exploded.

"I have spoken!" she said. We both knew she meant it. She looked past me
and her fierce maternal look just melted in obvious joy. "Bear!" she
cried. "My partner in crime! I hope he..." (she indicated me, with a
peremptory thumb, over her shoulder,) "Didn't give you a hard time."

"Weeeell, he wasn't really pleased, but he did accept it with good grace."

"Okay, I'll accept that, I think. Oh excuse me, You must be Sven. (She
spoke to him in Danish) and are these your lads?"

"Not all," he replied. "These two are mine and he tapped Leno and Corvo on
the head. The other three lads are Rico, Anno and Mali. They belong to Dr
Steyn... Piet, and he is holding the fort for us. And these ruffians are
um..."

"Part of our family." I interrupted. "They work for me but are totally part
of us. Couldn't live without them." Saami interpreted into Portuguese. The
boys grinned.

"I'm staying with my friend Marta tonight, so you guys," she pointed at
Marinho and Thiago, "Will have my room. Stay out of my makeup." Again Saami
laughingly interpreted. The boys looked shocked, then saw the joke. Marta
was Jannie and Rex Pedersen's mother, a couple of doors down. I didn't know
until later that Marta and Freyja had a little `thing' going on.

"Good, let's get your bags put away and settled in. I don't know about you
Sven, but we three have some important shopping to do tomorrow. Oh hell!
I'm short of beds, unless there is some doubling up. Can Joris stay over at
your place tonight, Finn, as well as Bear. That will give me plenty of room
for Sven and these guys. And remember, no funny business, you two." She
giggled and muttered something that sounded like `as if'.

Each apartment had three bedrooms and king sized beds in them. With some
doubling up, there was plenty of room. Sven had quietly organised with Rico
to share with him. This was done softly in Kham so Freyja was left out of
the conversation. The four little leftovers were to share a bed, and
considering the way the island kids always snuggled up like a litter of
puppies as a matter of course, there would be plenty of room left in that
bed.

Sven and Rico had had each other that night, and at breakfast the following
morning, I was pretty sure I saw the beginning of the blossoming of a new
romance.

When I walked over to my apartment with Joris, Saami and Keeva and Bear, I
told them all `Bed time, boys!' and they moaned.

The usual conversation ensued.

"But we're not tired... We haven't seen you for ages..." (`And whose fault
is that?' I interrupted.) "But daaaaaddeeee..."

"Bed!" I pointed and they scarpered. I saw where they were going and
pointed to the other bedroom door.

"Not my bedroom, that one...

"But we always sleep there with Far. Faaaaaaaaaaaaaar?"

Keeva look appealingly at Joris. Joris just shrugged, and by doing so
deferred to me. Saami knew when he was beaten and so did Keeva. They slunk
off.

Bear was cackling in the background. "Okay, Bear, that's your bedroom."

"Not that one?" He pointed to my door.

"Bear," I responded softly and gently, "Fuck off!"

He laughed, said `Just testing' and carted his bag off to the appointed
room.

Joris and I made it to our bedroom. I closed the door. I took my beloved in
my arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. My hands wandered all
over him. I felt his soft skin. I felt the nubs of his nipples. I fondled
his pecs and ran my hand down his chest to his tight stomach. I played with
his belly button. I was lost in the sensation of my beloved. I hardly
realised, but we were down to our tiny underwear in no seconds flat. His
body was hard and soft. His cock, was harder than I thought I had ever felt
it to be. We were in a state of just being blissed out by our love. Joris
knew what I wanted and entered me. The sensation of him inside me was just
love overload and I started to cry. Joris, through his loving, and the
sensations he was producing in me, was telling me he wanted to be inside my
heart forever. When I entered him, I tried to return the message and I
did. Our love juices and tears had mixed, yet again, along with our
hearts. Oh yes, we were in love -- still are as a matter of fact.

Around 4 am, just as we were about to drift off in each other's arms, there
was a movement either side of the bed. Not unexpectedly, Saami and Keeva
had slipped into bed with us. Saami snuggled into me and Keeva into
Joris. We slept until about 7 when we were woken by the fragrant smell of
coffee.

I wandered out after having made myself clean and respectable (after all,
my future mother-in-law might have been there,) and Thiago was in the
kitchen having made a breakfast for thousands. Everyone was there,
including Marta, Jannie and Rex. My desk had been removed from my office
and had become a de facto table, along with the dining room and kitchen
tables, and covered in food. Bacon, eggs, pastries were all there, all
fresh, and all delicious.

Freyja and Marta were sitting like they were shell-shocked.

"He did all this in an hour and a half. The pastries too... and the kitchen
is spotless... I'm going to kidnap him..."

"I'm helping in the abduction," added Marta. I interpreted it all for the
lad.

Thiago, shy Thiago said, "If being kidnapped means I would be unwilling,
then you can't kidnap me. Because how could I be unwilling with two
gorgeous ladies such as your beautiful selves."

"Smooth," I thought, "Very smooth! Bloody Latins, How do they do it." I
interpreted what he said.

They both got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Seeing Thiago go really
red was a delight. He blushed like a traffic light, and someone took a
flash picture. I missed who it was.

We finished eating, then had a glass of Danish snaps each (because it's
freezing outside) and Joris, Freyja, Saami, Keeva and I went
shopping. First stop was the tailor for a suit fitting. It was a perfect
fit. Pure white with white accessories. Likewise the same for Joris.

As the attendant was fussing with our clothing Freyja and my boys
disappeared. I didn't think too much about it and neither did Joris. Just
when we were finishing up and the very camp sales assistant was fussing
with Joris' crotch, Freyja reappeared with the lads and a variety of
shopping bags.

"What have you got there, Freyja?" I courteously asked... well probably
more inquisitively, asked.

"You don't get to see my dress until the wedding."

"Okay, okay." I put up my hands in surrender. My guess was she got herself
a new Faroese dress and cape, because that's where she was originally
from. It was getting close to lunch time. I decided to buy us lunch. Bear
had moseyed around town a little and had caught up with us. We hadn't
wandered far from the apartment building. All our shopping was close by. So
it was no wonder we ran into Bear, Marinho and Thiago. Sven also appeared
with his charges and Rico's hand clasped firmly in his hand.

He pulled me aside. "Where can I get a ring similar to yours and Joris'?"

"Sven, you're nuts. You've only known him 5 minutes."

"Nah, not true. I've known him since he was 10 and I've loved him all that
time. Last night was the first time I've had sex with him though and I know
he is the one."

"And Piet knows this?" I asked.

"Yes of course. Not that we talked about it, but he knows. He's known
forever... you know that Scottish thing he has."

"Yeah, I know." I thought about the witch doctor and the chest injuries guy
and several others. "Yeah, I know."

"He's never said anything directly, but a couple of times he suggested I
take some leave and visit Rico in Rio. You know, I helped Rico through his
university entrance. A bit like you did with Joris."

"How about Leno and Corvo? How do they feel?"

"They've already started calling him papai and pai."

"Hmmm," I said.

I knew the Kham. Rico must already have been with them. They were now his
sons. They hung around the lad and held onto him as if he were going to fly
away. It was very apparent from his demeanour and his goofy expression he
was as much in love with his new sons as they were with him.

"So we have a new family in Alegria," I stated.

"No... more like an addition to the old one," replied Sven.

"I guess so..." I quietly said. "But remember, when love comes in the door,
logic flies out the window."

"Yeah, I do know... but I truly love him. My kids love him... What's more
to say?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah, I understand. Go forth and conquer," and I gave him
a gentle shove towards the jeweller's shop.

"Where's Sven?" asked Rico.

"He's just doing something for me," I lied.

This satisfied Rico but not Freyja. She gave me a look that said `liar';
and I knew my mother-in-law to be was on to me. She was probably on to Sven
as well, as she gave Rico a lovely, warm smile. I looked at Rico and he
seemed to have that heartfelt inner glow of the beloved. Yes, Rico was in
love.

Saami looked at me and mouthed the words `Rico and Sven?' The raised
eyebrow gave me a hint it was the question. I smiled and nodded. Saami
smiled, then laughed. He was only 13 going on 14 after all.

Sven was back and took a saved seat next to Rico.

I leaned over to Sven. "Did you fix it, mate?" I asked.

"Yep, all done on the spot."

We hoed into a lovely lunch with a fair amount of wine. Thiago said he had
to do a bit of shopping and I quietly gave him 3000 Krone, about 400 Euros,
and sent him and his brother on their way, but not before I had written our
address on a serviette in case they got lost.

"I'll go with them papa and interpret, if you like." Saami was being his
helpful self.

"Good idea son. Do you know your way back to the apartment?"

He gave me that international `really father' look that kids are so good
at.

"Okay. Go and enjoy."

Sven asked, "Bear, can you take the rest of the kids and do something
amusing and I'll meet you back at the apartment about 5."

" I know where there are some fun spots that are warm," offered Keeva.

"He's okay," whispered Joris. "He knows his way there and back."

"Papai..."

"Yes Keeva." I knew the bite was coming. "May I please have 500 Krone?."
(About 65 Euros) I peeled off the notes. "Now go play... vamoose." They all
left with Bear.

I suddenly realised I had wanted my boys with us when we bought our rings,
but they had gone... Perhaps we could buy them tomorrow morning. We would
have to fight the last minute Christmas shoppers... I also realised I
hadn't bought a single Christmas present, nor had a tree, nor had a single
bell to jingle. The shops were going to be open tonight, so I thought a
rest might be good. I mentioned this to Joris and he agreed, with a dirty
smirk.

"Okay, let's go."  We arrived back at my flat and I lied on my bed, and I
conked out. After an hour or so, I woke up and was revived. Joris hadn't
collapsed and he was in the living room looking at TV. He looked up and
told me that I had better be awake on our wedding night or he was going
home. He told me he didn't want to be a married virgin the next morning.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Every nap doesn't have to be an excuse for a shag."

"Hmmm," he said, and we both laughed.

"C'mon, kid. Whirlwind shopping trip ahead."

We bundled off. First stop was the jewellers. He had a vast assortment of
wedding rings. Quite a number we liked. We told him we would be back with
the kids to help us. Probably the next morning.

We buzzed around souvenir shops and toy stores and bought gifts and
souvenirs for all the kids. For Sven and Rico we bought a sort of double
medallion that fitted together and when the two pieces were put together
spelled LO-VE. We had the two blank sides engraved with SVEN on one and
RICO on the other. It (or the two halves) looked very nice with their
individual silver chains.

We also bought a fine looking medallion as wedding gifts for everyone in
our party, including Marta, Jannie and Rex. On the front it had a Danish
flag and had our wedding date inscribed on the back. For Freyja Joris
indicated an expensive Danish crystal set of glasses. There were brandy
balloons, champagne and red wine glasses, white wine glasses and shot
glasses for snaps. There was a half dozen of each. Joris told me he had the
money to buy them, and I told him that we should go half each. They cost a
bomb; 8,000 Krone -- just over 1,000 Euros. Everything was gift wrapped by
the stores. They baulked a bit at the 15 separate medallions, but when I
bought 15 little necklace boxes, they folded... especially when I told them
the medals were gifts for my wedding guests who had come from Ilha da
Alegria, basically a 25 hour plane trip.

We finished what we had to do and Joris told me we should go to his
mother's apartment and leave our presents there. Somewhere along the line,
since earlier today, Joris had seemingly crossed the threshold of manhood
and appeared more mature. I don't know what it was but he stood tall next
to me and we looked like two men, not a man and boy.

Freyja had naturally decorated her home and had a large Christmas
tree. Joris and I had written the cards to go with each gift and we left
them under the tree.

Everyone seemed to arrive all at once.

"Look! Julemanden (the Christmas Man -- Santa) has come already," cried the
youngest, wee Rex. (Well, maybe not so wee anymore.)

"Maybe, maybe not," said Marta.

They looked at me. "Hmmmm," I said.

 It was getting to be time for the evening meal, and we ate sandwiches and
leftovers from breakfast, of which there were plenty. Shamefully, I had
about four glasses of snaps and was quite merry. Joris told me that that
was enough.

I chuckled, maybe giggled (the snaps, you know) and said, "Not yet married
and nagging already."

Freyja roared with laughter, and managed to get out, "You ain't seen
nothin' yet."

I said "Hmmmmm."

>From my little boys came an admonishing Far/Papai, and that `really
father' look, spoiled by two rows of smiling white toofies.

"I'm for bed," I announced to the room. "What you do, my man, is up to
you," I said turning to Joris. "Remember, you and the two elves and I have
to go shopping in the morning. I leave the elves or maybe trolls, and
sundry others to your tender mercies, Bear. Goodnight all." I moseyed off,
a little unsteadily. I heard Joris say, "I better make sure he gets there."
He followed me out. That night, Joris and I were almost frantic in our
lovemaking. I was glad we were both cut, because Christ knows what would
have happened to our foreskins if we weren't. We sucked, nibbled, screwed,
frotted, and kissed, until our lips almost bled. The musk from his taint
and arse almost made me all but faint with desire. It had the taste of
ambrosia. I loved him, physically and emotionally... My feelings for him
grew so much, I thought I would burst.

" I don't ever want to let you go -- I will never let you go," I whispered
to him. "Never for all eternity. You are mine."

"What if I want to have sex when I go to university and you are in Alegria,
Dr Schweitzer." Joris was being cheeky.

I ABBAed him and sang "Don't go wasting your emotion, Lay all your love on
me... No problem," I added, "You can make `like' and `friendship', but your
love is only mine and mine alone... Got it?"

We made love and it was 3 o'clock by the digital clock on my
nightstand. Joris was asleep and I was almost there. I felt the bed move
and two little elves were cuddling up to us. They behaved, and were asleep
almost as soon as they arrived, but gave us both kisses. We all slept until
7:30.


Part 12

Christmas Eve... Oh boy... Only one day before Joris and I tied the
knot. Oh boy!

After a light breakfast by Thiago standards, Joris, Saami, Keeva and I left
to go ring shopping. I told the boys this was the most important piece of
jewellery Joris and I would ever wear. We both wanted their input as to
which they would think was the most appropriate for their dads. Joris' and
my decision was going to be final, but we would listen carefully to what
their opinions were.

We entered the jewellers and gravitated to the wedding bands. I didn't
hover over the kids and looked at some other jewellery. Joris stayed with
me. I left the kids talking to the old jeweller and after a little time,
they called us over.

Joris and I were more than a bit surprised at the kids' choice. In the
display there were ornate bands, some studded with diamonds or other
sparklers. The kids had chosen two plain gold bands. They were heavy but
they did shine, as polished gold does. These would never wear out.

I asked the kids why these rings and not rings with gems in them. The boys
had a quick sotto voce conversation in Kham, and Saami came back to Danish.

"Keeva and I agreed that you papai and you Far are both gold. Simply
gold. You are not (He used a Kham word and I interpreted it as flashy.)
Yeah, flashy. You are not mixed with anything else. You are pure eternal
love. You are, like the rings pure gold, without beginning or end. You were
always meant to be together, and we were born to be your sons. We love
you. That's the reason."

Keeva was nodding his way through Saami's little speech.

I looked at Joris and like me, tears were streaming down his cheeks. The
old jeweller was busily writing something down. He had tears in his eyes
too.

Joris and I nodded and we purchased the rings. Neither needed adjusting.

The old guy said, "These are not the most expensive rings I have ever sold,
and over the years I have sold many, but believe me these are the most
precious. Here, take this." He handed me a piece of paper. I opened it and
the old guy had written every word Saami had said. He had done it in a
carbon book, and asked if he could keep the copy. I wondered at the age of
the book. Almost a prehistoric relic.

Naturally we said yes.

We found Freyja at Marta's apartment.

"Freyja, we need to talk to the celebrant."

She didn't question me and pointed. "Next floor, apartment 4. His name is
Felix Pedersen."

I looked at Marta. "No relative, I swear." She laughed.

We talked with this most delightful elderly man, and sorted everything that
needed to be sorted. Returning to our domicile I gave the rings to Bear,
and he said he knew what to do.

Freyja and Marta were sitting in the living room. They were totally
hygge. (No English word for this -- maybe chilled out, relaxed, quietly
happy, cosy, all mixed together.) Wonderful smells were coming from the
kitchen, and I thought of the Christmas eve feast to come. At about 3:30
Freyja announced that she and Marta were going to church and did anyone
else want to come.  There were no takers; I had long since ceased to
believe in a deity. I believed in nature. I thought it would be nice if we
reincarnated, but I thought the odds were a bit long on that one. Freyja
and Marta rugged up and went to the service. At about 4:30 the phone rang
and Joris answered.

"Ja, jeg taler engelsk." (Yes I speak English.) It turned out it was
someone ringing for the governor, Pedro. He was put on the line.

"Yes sir," said Joris. "I beg your pardon, sir, I mean Pedro... Yes
Pedro... Any time, from now on. No Pedro, thank you. Please put the Danish
speaking person on the line and I will give him the address." Joris did.

"Lort!" (shit!) exclaimed Joris. "That was the governor. Why didn't you say
he was here. Mama will have kittens. He's a Head of State and apparently he
and his wife, though they're here privately, had to go through various bits
of protocol. Met the queen today. They even have a security guard."

Freyja and Marta arrived. The pile of gifts under the tree had grown -- it
seemed exponentially. Thiago had made a giant table out of any flat surface
and he had seating for at least 20 people. I really began to think that guy
could work miracles. The women went into the kitchen to see if they could
help, and were quickly shown the door by Thiago.

The women looked at each other and simultaneously asked each other "How
does he do it?" A serious knock sounded on the door and Freyja answered. A
police officer of some sort was at the door, and asked if this was the home
of Fru Freyja Hansen. She answered yes, and the governor and his wife
appeared. I bustled to the door as Freyja was a bit confused.

"Please governor, er Pedro, Mara... do come in."

I made introductions all round and Freyja pulled herself together. The
governor and his wife were totally charming. After a short while they said
they should go as they didn't want to interrupt a family occasion. Freyja
would have none of it. You eat with us, and your little soldier boy as
well, she added quite cheekily. The cop/soldier/whatever had a shy smile
and said he was on duty. Freyja told him that was enough, and that an army
marches on its stomach. Freyja looked towards the governor, and he told the
guard to do as he was told. He acquiesced. His youthful smile went from ear
to ear.

Freyja and Marta lit the candles on the tree. We all joined hands and
circled around the tree singing Christmas songs. Saami and Keeva were
press-ganged into singing a Kham Christmas song, and they sang the Kham
version of Oh Holy Night. Perfect harmony, descant, the works... not a dry
eye in the room. WOW! The Kham don't really celebrate Christmas as a
religious festival, but they do give presents to each other. A hangover
from the European occupation of their island.

Marinho had been conscripted by Thiago as a kitchen hand. Mara, Pedro's
wife, insisted going to the kitchen to help. A rather animated conversation
in Portuguese ensued. She reappeared. The governor said he was going to
draft Thiago from me, because he was the only person in history who has
ever beaten his wife in an argument. We laughed.

"He's beaten us all," said Freyja. "Right!" she leapt up. "Presents."
Everyone received something. Everyone was delighted. Sven and Rico had
disappeared for a little while. They reappeared before anyone had noticed
they were MIA. Both had red eyes and were sporting identical rings, not
dissimilar to the ones that Joris and I had. They were stuck together like
glue.

I looked at them, and said "Hmmmmm."

Saami and Keeva both picked up on this through the racket of chatter, and
immediately ran to Rico and Sven and gave them a hug. They also hugged
Sven's boys, and didn't let them go. Saami spoke Kham to Rico, and he
replied, "Poska," Kham for Easter.

The word was close enough to Danish for Freyja to pick up.

"What's happening at Easter?" she asked.

"Sven and Rico are getting married," blabbed Keeva. Sven and Rico blushed
and we all cheered. We drank a toast to them in gløgg, then finished
opening presents. Pedro and Mara had sneaked a beautiful Kham shawl under
the tree for Freyja. Of course it was totally unsuitable for a Danish
winter, might just get by in the summer, but Mara showed Freyja how to give
it a twist and a turn and make it into a stylish stole.

When she opened the gift from Joris and me, the tears just streamed from
her eyes. She gave us each a kiss and said nothing. Nothing needed to be
said. We all sat down to eat our Christmas dinner. I have to say, I always
enjoy our Danish Christmas. It is always a feast, but tonight it was a
Thiago Fiesta Extravaganza. How does he do it? About midnight the party
wound down. Freyja told Joris to come with her, because he was sleeping at
Marta's that night. I had never seen him so grumpy. Bear and the young
soldier/bodyguard had been playing on some sort of game console with the
kids. We packed up our cargo, and trundled off to bed. Joris was literally
herded by Freyja and Marta to her place, and he did not go with good
grace. I thought I heard Freyja say that he needed to be totally horny for
me on the wedding night. I was resigned to my fate, which just happened to
be sharing my bed with two little very tired elves. The kids crawled in
with me, and I was immediately asleep.

I woke up midmorning, having had one of the best sleeps in a long
time. Probably thanks to the litres of gløgg I drank, not to mention
the snaps. I felt fabulous though I missed my man. The kids were still
asleep.

Their cut cocks stood up straight and I was tempted to give each of them a
tongue bath. I licked Keeva around his knob first and then Saami. He
wiggled then said something I thought I would never hear.

"No sex today, papai, until you are married." I heard an echo of Freyja. I
subsequently discovered I was not wrong. Initially I was a bit disturbed by
this. She knew that at least I was more than intimate with Saami. I asked
him and he told me that Freyja had asked him if he had sex with me. He told
me that he had said of course he did and then told her about the Kham
adoption tradition and why Joris and I were his fathers. He did not quite
get it that others might find this a little more than confronting. Finally
he and Keeva understood they were not to talk of sex with adults and
definitely no one else outside of Ilha da Alegria. They were amazed, but
they were obedient.

Bear was in a good mood, that was obvious. He moved with a light step and
had a smile on his face which appeared to be a mile wide. A little while
later Lars, the security guard emerged, and he too looked quite
happy. Apparently they had taken the governor and his wife back to the
hotel, signed off on his duty and came back with Bear. How they
communicated was beyond me, but communicate they obviously did. Detail was
lacking, but I could guess.

Lunch on Christmas Day is usually quite substantial. Thiago, always on top
of food things, had made us typically Danish open sandwiches with
gløgg, snaps, beer to wash them down. After the previous evening's
Christmas dinner and today's lunch, the thought of more food was, to say
the least, intimidating. I thought a little nap might be appropriate. Saami
and Keeva had disappeared to see their Far, along with the other kids. It
was peaceful. In no time I was sleeping.

At about 16:00 I was awoken by my Best Man... of course it was the
Machiavellian Bear. He gave me a kiss... "C'mon Princess, Wake up. Shower,
clean your teeth and get dressed. You're about to get married."

I was really fuzzy and I knew I needed my Joris.

"He'll be along at the hall, don't worry. So will Saami and
Keeva. Everything is under control. You need to go to the toilet, not drink
anything. I will leave you alone for 10 minutes. If you are in the shower
by then, I will give you another 10 minutes. I will then come and dress
you; or rather help you get dressed." As always, Bear was organised. I was
truly in a fog. All this was unreal. I was getting married. To my one
love... Not possible... But here I was, getting ready for my wedding. I
didn't feel sexually charged which was weird. No never mind... I just had
to get through the next few hours and everything would go back to
normal... No it wouldn't... my life would be changed, yet again, forever.

I was dressed in an all-white suit. And I was ready to go meet my fate. I
couldn't decide whether I was elated or terrified. I arrived at the hall,
and walked up the front with Bear, to meet the celebrant. I was told my
boys were coming with my Joris. I was really okay with this, as he was
their Far and they had as much right to be with him as I did. I still
missed them.

Suddenly everyone (and there were a lot of people) went quiet, and guitar
music started and it was the passionate music of Ilha. Saami and Keeva were
dressed in the clothing of the Faroe islands. In their breeches and tight,
red waistcoats and blue double breasted coats all topped with a floppy
Faroese hat, they looked stunning. Saami had a small Danish flag and Keeva
had an Alegrian flag. Both carried them with obvious pride. They were
either side of Joris.

The ceremony was quite short and followed the legal formulas. When it came
to the exchange of rings the celebrant diverted. He said that these two
guys had already adopted two boys from Ilha da Alegria and this is what the
boys said when they chose the rings for their fathers. With slight
modification he read out what Saami and Keeva had said at the jeweller's:-

"Keeva and I agreed that you papai and you Far are both gold. Simply
gold. You are not flashy like diamonds and rubies. You are not mixed with
anything else. You are pure eternal love. You are, like the rings pure
gold, without beginning or end. You were always meant to be together, and
we were born to be your sons. We love you. That's the reason we chose
simple gold." He had read it in Danish and English.

Joris and I exchanged rings, held hands and went in for The Kiss. The
celebrant stopped us.

He said, "Saami Larsen and Keeva Larsen, your fathers now have been joined
in marriage, do you accept them both to be your fathers?"

Both the boys shouted `Yes', and the celebrant grabbed their hands and put
them on Joris' and mine.

"I now proclaim, by the power invested in me by the Kingdom of Denmark, you
are a single, united family together. You may kiss and seal your love." I
do not think there was a dry eye in the room.  I think that four-way kiss
revealed a bit more of our family dynamics than we necessarily wanted to
reveal, however nothing was said. We then had an hour break between the
ceremony and the dinner. We were escorted to our limo (`Limo!' I squawked,
and was told to shut up.) The two of us were driven off home to `freshen
up'.

We arrived at my apartment, sorry, our apartment, and we were in each
other's arms more quickly than the speed of light. We now had slightly less
time to `freshen up'. Our kissing was torrid and our hands were completely
undisciplined.

"I say we get changed and return quickly, get the evening over and done
with, and come back here and make love. What do you think." I thought I had
a good idea here. Joris didn't. He wanted to get physical now. His lips
barely left mine. I do have red blood in my veins so what could I do? So I
did. He did and we did.

The taste of Joris' mouth and tongue were sweet and he later told me it was
the same for him. We 69ed and the taste of my husband's semen was better
than anything I had ever tasted. We tacitly decided that full on lovemaking
would be postponed until later tonight. So after a quick shower, followed
by a little bit of felching, we dressed again in our virginal whites and
returned to the hall.


Part 13

We were greeted with catcalls and whoo-hoos and walked in hand in hand to
our slightly elevated seats at the main table. A sudden silence fell over
the hall and Bear, who was sort of the best man, was on his feet. He
started speaking Kham, and the silence became inquisitive. I understood
what he was saying and it was so vulgar, that my boys were giggling
non-stop. The governor's wife at one stage let out a shriek and giggled so
much it became contagious and finally the whole hall was laughing, even
though only a handful knew what he said. Before I could stop them, Saami
and Keeva were on their feet, translating Bear's speech into Danish. I knew
they spoke quite fluently, but their fluency was a little over the
top... no, very over the top. The laughing Danes now were holding their
sides from the laughter... They insisted that we hold the bedsheet to the
window so we would know at least one of them was a virgin. The Tabasco
sauce was there to help stain the sheets, but must not be used as lube, as
both of them were too hot anyway. The boys finished their translation of
Bear's little homily and sat down to thunderous applause from the floor and
sour looks from Joris and me.

Once again there was dead silence. A little `ting' sounded from someone
hitting their glass with a knife. Then there was a whole room full of tings
as everyone started the glass clinking. It was the traditional signal for
Joris and me to climb on our chairs and kiss. This we did to much applause,
and we climbed down. As soon as we climbed down, someone started stamping
his feet. Again this was joined by the whole room. This signalled for Joris
and me to climb under the table and kiss under there. We did. We weren't on
public view, so it became a little torrid. The inevitable happened. When we
emerged, Saami and Keeva, who were placed either side of us shouted for
their grandmother, who came running.

"What my babies? What my darlings?" she cried loudly and dramatically,
clutching her face in a parody of anguish.

The boys pointed to our laps, and Freyja theatrically shouted, "Call a
doctor, call a doctor they `ve caught something that has given them lumps
in their trousers."

This bit of theatre did not alleviate our embarrassment. I could feel my
ears burning. My man's ears were also beet red.

"Oh, wait a minute, my son-in-law is a doctor. I think he knows the right
injection for it. Don't you Finn?"

I looked at her with my best `Oh really mother' look but it didn't faze
her.

"Well, don't you?" she pushed on.

I nodded lamely, and she finished with, "Good, I knew an injection would be
just the thing."

"Let's eat," I shouted and suddenly the tables were just served with food
and more food and more food. Various people got up to recite a poem and a
few groups sang some songs, written especially for the occasion. Nearly all
of them were R18. A couple of people looked meaningfully at Saami and Keeva
then at me. I just shrugged and gave them the okay to go ahead.

The wine and beer flowed freely, and I had the most uncomfortable feeling
of needing to pee. I went to the lavatory and when I returned the line of
people to my Joris was just finishing up. Joris then got up to go, and a
line formed for me to receive a chaste kiss on the cheek from everyone
there. In some instances it was not so chaste, and when that occurred the
giver always shouted "He's in love!" This somewhat bloodcurdling Danish
ritual turned into a farce situation when a young lass tried to give me
tongue. I did not reciprocate and she shouted out, "He must be gay," for
the amusement of everyone there. Joris arrived at that moment and shouted
out, "You bet he is and he doesn't want conversion therapy!" This added to
the merriment of all. It was close to midnight and Joris and I sat down to
cut our cake and let it be served to everyone. Each person was served a
slice of the crazy confection and ate it to wish us well. Finally it was
our time to dance, and when the chimes sounded midnight we walked together
on the floor and began to dance.

Strangely, I had never danced with my Joris before and it was so sensuous
that again I, and I might add he, was erect again. The guests surrounded us
in a circle. Some guys had a pair of scissors each lifted me up and started
to cut the toe of my socks. They took off my shoes first. Some other guys
were doing the same to Joris. I had forgotten about this weird custom.

Joris shouted out, "We've both been cut!" Which brought out an "Oooo" from
the participants, and someone else shouted "No need for the sauce... we
know the truth now..."

Much laughter ensued.

This was the end of the night for Joris and me. Freyja had Saami and Keeva
firmly in hand so they would not leave with us. They tried though. Their
struggle ended in some really dark Kham mutterings, but Freyja did not
buckle under. We managed to find our shoes and leave. We passed under an
arch of flowers and leaves, the symbol of our home, and finally, finally we
arrived at our apartment.

We were hand in hand as we went through the door. It seemed as if our
married life had just started. Our kiss was soft and gentle. He kissed me
with gentle passion in a way I had never dreamed possible. He opened my
shirt and kissed down my chest using his tongue on my tits and giving me an
exquisite feeling of love. It was deliciously weird the feeling, but above
all it was a feeling of love. For about a second our life together kind of
registered in my mind from our initial meeting to this moment. It didn't
seem possible this tiny boy had become my man. The night passed in gentle
ecstasy between us. That is not to say there wasn't plenty of
passion. There was. But the sex was always gentle and we entered each other
and knew we were one.

We woke up, wrapped in each other, to a ruckus that was in Kham, Portuguese
and Danish.

"We want to see our daddies," shouted one voice in Kham, unmistakably
Keeva's.

"And you can't stop us," a second voice again in Kham roared, obviously
Saami's.

"Yes I can, and I will," retorted Bear. "You do not enter that room until
they come out. And if I were your daddies I wouldn't come out to see such
badly behaved boys before at least coffee."

We got the hint and stayed where we were as we knew coffee was on its
way. There was a gentle knock on the door and Thiago entered carrying a
tray with coffee and pastries.

He told us he was sure we were awake because nobody could have slept
through that uproar. He told us the boys had been corralled by Freyja and
Bear and were currently being held in sulking captivity by their
gaolers. They were also making good headway through a tray of pastries. The
kids knew they could not use Kham, Portuguese, English or Danish to plot an
escape. They were basically screwed. We told Thiago to sit with us for a
few moments and we drank our coffee and ate a pastry each (delicious) and
told him we were ready to move. But first of all, both of us needed to pee.

This we did and when we flushed we heard a muffled shout saying that we
were obviously out of bed. I heard Freyja saying that they sit until we
made an appearance. I heard a mutter in Kham and then the voice of Bear
saying you will now apologise to your grandmother and never, ever use those
words again.

Then Danish from the kids. "We're sorry bedstemor, we won't use those words
again."

"Good thing I don't understand Kham, or you might be dead now!"

  "Ja, bedstemor. We're sorry.

"Okay... now go see your daddies."

Yells and whoops accompanied this statement and they raced off like a whole
tribe of improbable Indians on the warpath. They nearly bowled the
returning Thiago over as they made their wild rush, seeing nothing or no
one in their way.

Joris and I had made it back to our bed and were set upon by the tribe who
only wanted to (rather robustly) cuddle and kiss us.

"It's time to take us home now, isn't it daddy?" This was Keeva.

Joris replied that we would have another couple of days here and we would
be leaving. He told them to think of bedstemor and that she would then be
all alone. The kids stopped their loving for a moment, looked at each
other, and as one, they raced out to the living room and I heard Keeva say,
"Bedstemor, why don't you come to Alegria with us?"

Joris and I wandered out and saw the boys cuddled up to their grandmother
with them saying alternately, please, please.

There was no doubt the kids had bonded with and loved their grandmother.

Freyja looked at me with an unasked question in her eyes. I looked at Joris
and we both agreed she should come visit. We both nodded.

"Okay, I'll come visit. Two weeks, no more. Understood?"

I naturally checked with Pedro If there was room on the plane for one more
and he of course agreed. I really didn't want her travelling that distance
alone. I also checked with Dr Iversen to get Freyja's records. He told me
he had already made a copy as he suspected Freyja would go to Alegria. He
would have them couriered to me.

Keeva and Saami and the other four young ones had made fast friends with
Jannie and Rex. The boys were together all the time. Jannie and Rex were
teenagers now, and I just knew the lads, Saami, Keeva, Mali, Aano, Leno and
Corvo were on together.

I once heard a part of a conversation the Alegriano boys were having with
the Danes. It was about the sexual freedom of Alegria as opposed to
Denmark. "We can have sex with our friends and don't have to hide..." I
heard Saami say. I didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation so I
wandered off. I was hardly surprised a little later when Saami asked if
Jannie and Rex could visit us in Alegria. Of course Joris and I agreed.

The next few days were a blur of visits by various friends and
well-wishers. We were all packed and ready to go at least two days prior to
departure on New Year's day.


Part 14

On the roof of our complex there was a coffee shop. It was a great place to
go, have a cup of coffee, a pastry and just be relaxed. It was well
patronised, as it was primarily for residents and their guests. However a
few members of the public who knew it was there could also use it. It had
quiet booths where private conversations could be had.

Our complex was quite upmarket. I hadn't really thought much about that as
I had a very good salary, didn't spend much money and generally saved by
default. I had bought my unit as it was close to the hospital at which I
worked and that was that. I hadn't thought how Freyja could afford to live
here. Other people's finances didn't concern me.

A few days after the wedding, just before New Year, Freyja carted Joris and
me up to the coffee shop. Both our units were a turmoil of kids and adults
and there were no quiet places where we could talk.

"Okay guys, now we can talk. Apart from what I have said before, you guys
have no idea how happy you have made me. I know I am not particularly long
for this world -- Iversen says a year, I think longer but we'll see -- but
there are some things we need to clear up. You Joris are my sole
beneficiary."

"Mama," interjected Joris.

"Joris!" Freyja gave him a look. He shut up.

"Marta Pedersen is my lover. We have kept this quiet over the years, but
there you go. That's one reason that there was never any objection to you,
Joris, and Jannie and Rex playing together." She emphasised the word
playing. Joris went beet red. I laughed. I got a foul look from Joris.

She continued. "Next, Marta and I own this building. We are 50-50
partners. This came about because when your father died he had amazing
insurance. We have a lot of money from insurance. We also have a
considerable sum, and I mean a lot, from your grandparents. They left their
estates to you. You were only tiny when they died, but everything went to
you to be held in trust until you were either married or graduated from
university. Marta was in roughly the same position as me."

"I spoke to our accountant yesterday, and you have roughly a thousand
million krone at your disposal now or about one hundred and thirty million
euros. That is cash money. It does not include the properties and land you
own."

Joris had gone completely white and was sweating.  He leaned into me. His
forehead was clammy and for a moment I thought he had fainted. I wasn't far
behind him.

"I am not completely stupid, so I bought a little villa in Rio. I know you
have decided to go to university there, so you will need a place to stay. I
have also asked Rico to stay there if he wants to. I also know that living
by yourself can be lonely. Now, as a wedding gift, I have signed over my
share of the apartment building to you. Marta and I will run the place as
we have always done, until I... well you know."

"Why are you telling me this now?" Joris asked plaintively. "Why now?"

"Well, I knew Finn was in love with you from that very first dinner
together. You remember that? I did think that your relationship would go
somewhere and I was right. However, I didn't want, and you will please
excuse me for this Finn, I didn't want the wheels of any relationship to be
greased by the prospect of money. I'm sorry, but I did need to protect you,
kid. It only took me a couple of months, and remember you were still very
young, for me to realise that you and Finn would be together for a long
time. Gay marriage wasn't legal back then, so the thought of the joy I have
today didn't even register. Now I'm not sure of the law, but I think Finn
owns half of everything you possess."

I made a move to protest, but received The Look and I shut up. Joris too
was about to say something and he too received The Look. We both cowed down
and let Freyja continue.

"I so love you guys. I want you to know you will never have to want for
anything. You are both very wealthy. I know Finn, you are not rich but you
have a very substantial salary and would never be scratching a living. But,
you now have the means to do whatever you want, and to provide securely for
my little grandsons, who mean more to me than you would know. I love my
family, I could just burst. The joy you guys have brought me is..." She
burst into tears.

We were all suddenly in a hug together the like of which should be written
into official history.

She pulled herself together.

"I have all the documentation, and we need it signed and witnessed. Pedro
is more than happy to do this in front of our lawyer this afternoon. Bear
will look after the documentation and will give it to you after you have
settled. Let's eat something. Any questions?"

"Mama, does this mean I can pay my way to university in Rio, and Finn won't
have to pay for me?"

"Joris, sometimes you are so dumb. You are Alegriano, so all your
university is covered anyway. Tuition, textbooks and an allowance for
living. Everything. You do know you are an Alegriano, don't you?"

The university issues were news to me and I was gobsmacked. I had been
putting money aside for Joris' education and whatever else he might have
needed. He was after all my spouse and life partner. I would naturally
provide for him. No question.

Joris looked at me strangely.

Freyja was not done. "As soon as you were married, you became Alegriano,
because Finn is. Idiot child! You're still Danish, but you ARE an
Alegriano. Your new country looks after its citizens very well."

"Lort," she exclaimed startling me and Joris. We had never heard her
swear. "I know more about your country than you do!"

We laughed together, and she told us never to tell her grandkids that she
had used that word. We did of course, almost immediately. We completed the
paperwork that afternoon and went home quite tired. After the evening meal,
Joris and I retired. After a bout of lovemaking, we talked together. We had
a lot to discuss. Joris would soon go to Rio. It is a huge city but he
would have Rico to guide him through. He would never have to worry about
money, as he was wealthy in his own right and he had me. He could carouse
like a student should as well as study his arse off. He would come back to
Alegria as often as possible, but he was not to wear himself out doing
so. He asked if he could bring Rico with him. I saw no problem. I knew Sven
and Piet would do everything they could to make this happen, but the trip
from Rio to Alegria was not cheap. Joris said he would pay and I told him
that it was between him and Rico. We left it there.

Joris brought up another matter. It was about Jannie Pedersen. Jannie was
just slightly younger than Joris. Jannie had been like my shadow from the
time Joris and I were married. It was obvious he had something of a crush
on me. Joris was not worried about this but quite the opposite. He told me
Jannie had asked Joris if it was alright if he tried to seduce me. Joris
told me this and also told me it was okay if I fucked Jannie. I was a bit
surprised but not put out. Jannie had grown into a gorgeous Danish lad.

He was short and nicely built.  He was 157cm tall and weighed about 44
kg. He was blond and had blue eyes of the deepest blue that looked like the
ocean. His high cheekbones and slightly elongated eyes indicated the
possibility of a Sámi ancestor somewhere along the line. He was
altogether a lovely, compact package. For some odd reason I had thought he
would be straight, but his constant attention to me and Joris' remark
disabused me of the assumption.

New Year's eve in the morning Freyja and Marta decided to go shopping and
collared Rex and Joris to go with them. Bear and Lars, who had become a bit
of a fixture in the unit, and Sven and Rico all went off to do their own
thing. The rest of the kids were in Marta or Freyja's unit playing, I
assumed, video games. I was alone in my apartment and though I missed Joris
I thought I had some me time. It was not to be. I had just settled to watch
some mindless TV when a snuggle on my couch heralded the arrival of Jannie.

"Can I lie down with you please Finn?" asked young Jannie.

It was a bit late, because he had already spooned into me.

"What to say?" I thought.

"Sure," I said, and put my arm around him and pulled him closer into me.

"Finn..."

"Yes buddy..."

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I do."

He grabbed my hand from his chest and pushed it down to his boy bits. I
slipped my thumb into his elastic waist trousers and inched them down a
little. I kissed him on the neck and nibbled there a moment. He started to
groan a little. He wiggled his arse into my dick. I could feel his cock
growing and I knew we were going to have a happy ending.

"Come on little buddy, the bedroom next stop."

He smiled and we lifted from the couch and headed to Joris' and my room.

My phone rang. It was Joris.

"Has Jannie made his move?"

"Yeah," I replied. "He sure has."

"Are you in the bedroom yet?"

"Just got here."

"Go for it... Make like and friendship... Make sure you do his tits, he
loves that... I love you, and thanks for looking after my friend."

"I am out of my mind in love with you, Joris. I love you to the Moon and
back." We disconnected.

"Okay Jannie. I'm going to undress you."

I took off his tee-shirt and gazed at his beautiful body. His brown tits, a
perfect contrast with his milk white skin, weren't large, but not small
either. I bent over and licked one. The kid was almost catatonic. I watched
as his erection grew in his pants.  I continued to caress his youthful body
and nibble on his neck and then watched his erection grow even more.

I ripped off my t-shirt and pulled him towards me. My hard on was already
apparent, and the young fellah pulled my pants down. He gave me a shove and
I fell onto the bed. He was on me like a flash and sucking my cock. He then
kissed up my body to my lips and I was astounded at his aggression. I liked
it. This was a man on a mission.

"You played with Rex's dick, so will you play with mine?"

"That's what this is all about, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Well not really... Rex was lucky and he got to you
first. But we always knew you only had eyes for Joris."

I pulled the teen up to my mouth and suckled him. He was uncut and I loved
the feel of his foreskin. His youthful but substantial cock was like a
torpedo. The kid suddenly went off like a firecracker. He was on his knees
showing me his entrance.

"Finn, will you please make me your son like Saami and Keeva?"

I was startled. "What!" I stuttered out.

"Make me your son like Saami and Keeva."

"I can't do that buddy. You aren't an orphan and this is Denmark, not Ilha
da Alegria."

"Finn..."

"I will talk to the boys and your mother WHEN and I mean WHEN you come to
Alegria not before Understand?"

"Saami and Keeva both said they would like Rex and me to be their
brothers."

"Hmmm," I said. "So you guys have been hatching this behind my back, eh?"

"Oh yes..."he replied without any sense of reserve or shame or even tacit
apology. "Saami and Joris both said it was best that way. We should have a
plan first, then attack."

I went "Hmmmmm", and thought I had been out manoeuvred. I had one ace up my
sleeve. I played it.

"And your mother?"

"She likes the idea."

Game, set and match.

"I love you so much, Finn... but I know it's not the same way of Joris'
love. No... maybe I should say like... but that's not strong enough. Do you
get me?"

"Sure I do. We love different people in different ways. I can accept
that. Because I love everyone here. I even love Lars a bit and I only just
met him; but that's because he has made my dear friend very happy. And I
love my friend. And before you ask, we have never had sex. Though one day
we might."

Our chat had had the unhappy side effect of making our hard-ons retreat. I
pulled Jannie towards me and played with his now soft dick. I loved the
feel. I enjoyed pulling on his foreskin and covering and uncovering the
head. His caresses and kisses were so comfortable and so warm that I felt
myself moving into a state between sleep and awake.

" I really love Bear," murmured a half asleep Jannie.

"So do I," I muttered.

We both dozed, naked, and that's how Joris found us.

Through my haze I was aware of Joris looking down on us. I could feel his
smile just a split second before I felt his kiss. His hand felt my cock and
I was immediately stiff. He broke from our kiss and immediately reached
over and took Jannie's tit in his mouth. Jannie emerged from his doze and
so did his dick. I started to wank him and he moaned a sweet moan. While
Joris' tongue played with his nipple I leaned in and kissed Jannie. His
response was almost atomic. Joris left off his nip and the kid almost
shouted, "Don't stop!" Joris did and all but ripped off his shirt. He lost
his trousers too as well as his underwear.

"Jannie," Joris said to the kid, "I have a feeling that you guys didn't
shag this afternoon. So... (Joris looked at me for a moment and I nodded)
you can join us in bed tonight and you will be our play-toy. Okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be anything you guys want. Anything."

I thought that having a play-toy for a night might be fun and nodded to
Joris.

"And what will your mother say about that?" I added.

"She won't mind in the least. She knows I'm crazy about you guys, and she
knows I want you to bed me. Rex too."

Joris had more insight into this scenario than I had, and he nodded his
head in agreement.

"And what about Saami and Keeva? Do they know?" I asked.

"Of course. After we three had sex together Saami said I should try and
have some fun with you and Joris. Keeva agreed. That's how we started to
make our plan to make me your son."

"Hmmmm," I said and Joris giggled.

"Enough, already," I told them. "It's playtime!"

Jannie was between Joris and me. I leaned over the kid and kissed Joris
with all the passion I could muster at that moment. It was a nice kiss, and
I was stimulated by the naked body that was touching mine. My hand wandered
down and I took Jannie's cock in my hand. He had length, but it was still
teenage boy thin. I pulled him a bit and his head arced up between Joris
and me and we had a three-way kiss. At that moment I knew I was going to
have this kid and his brother in my life at some stage. Later, Joris told
me he knew the same. Jannie was no virgin and when I entered him with a
finger, then two, while still kissing Joris, I knew I could take him
without any problem. I had a moment when I understood Piet's ability to
perceive the unknown. It was weird. It left almost as soon as it came.

"What would you like, my man?" I asked.

"Want you to fuck me while I suck Joris and you kiss Joris, then all three
of us are joined."

"Ooookay," I drawled. "Joris was smiling at me. Jannie certainly knew what
he wanted. I lubed up and headed for Jannie's arse. As soon as I met his
little entrance he opened up and I was in. He swallowed my cock whole, and
it was as if his arse had been specially designed for my entry. He caressed
my cock in such a way that I knew Joris or someone had been there before
me. I could see the lust in his eyes which often flickered to adoration of
Joris and me.

Joris pulled out of our kiss and looked at me then whispered, "He loves us,
you know."

"Yeah, I know," I whispered back.

"So does Rex," he added.

"Hmmmm."

I had a strange feeling that something I didn't know about was on the
boil. This was a moment I wished I had Piet's prescient ability. I just
shrugged it away and thought about all the times that motives had been
hidden from me. I thought all will be revealed to me in good time. I had
given up trying to divine the intentions of my clan, for that's what we had
become. I knew in the past nothing mean had ever happened to me (except
maybe kidnapping my boys to Denmark) and that the ending was always
good. Well, maybe kidnapping is too strong a word. Perhaps frittering them
off to Denmark behind my back would be better. Yeah, that would be
better. I relaxed for a few moments then got out of bed. I pulled on some
clothes and there were Freyja and Marta.

"Hmmmm," I thought. Not another kid in sight I noticed.

"Good evening ladies," I politely greeted them.

Freyja looked at me full in the eyes, turned to Marta and said, "He knows
something is up."

I smiled to myself and knew that somehow Freyja could read me as she could
Joris.

"Okay, ladies, out with it. C'mon, `fess up." I became steely Dr. Finn.

"Go for it Marta, tell him."

"Finn," she started off a bit uncertainly. "You know my boys absolutely
adore you. They all but worship the ground you walk on."

"He knows all that. Get on with it." This was Freyja

"Finn, would you consent to be my boys' guardian?"

"Yes of course I would. But I see no reason for it."

"Do you know where Freyja and I met."

I shook my head `no'.

"We met in outpatients oncology. Breast and cervical cancer,
Finn. Dr. Iversen said in his usual gallows humour way that Freyja and I
are neck to neck for the finishing post. We are both on our way out Finn. I
and the boys have no one save you and Joris."

"Iversen is a terrific oncologist. He can really help, I know he can. Just
remain positive and take your meds and do what he says. Though I think his
humour could be tarted up a little."

The women laughed. "He knows us very well. He can use that sort of black
humour with us. It's okay. Don't be upset with him. Look Finn, you won't be
out of pocket if you get the kids. You will be trustee for a lot of
money. Money you should use for their education and anything else you or
they need."

I held up my hand to stop her. "You know where I live and there could be
some difficulties in getting them residence."

"There's not. I already have talked to Pedro. It was a quick stop at the
Alegrian consul today and he had my boys made Alegrianos, passports and
all."

I was atypically dumbstruck.

"Wha... wha... What?"

"I and the boys are also flying down with you and your troupe on an open
return ticket. We are to be guests of the governor and Mara. The boys will
stay with you and Joris, if you will have them."

"Well I'll be fucked," I said in English. Back to Danish I then said "Of
course, and you too." My head was spinning at all this. I had heard of such
a phenomenon and now I was experiencing it.

I tried to pull myself together. It was not easy.

"I also saw Dr. Iversen and he asked me to give you this." She handed me a
flash drive labelled Marta Pedersen. It was all her medical records. Freyja
stuck out her hand and I handed it to her.

"I'll give it to Bear."

I nodded okay. He did have all our documents and was as safe as a, I guess,
a safe.

"Okay then," I managed to get out, "If the governor is okay with it, I
certainly am. I'm going back to bed... " I stopped and realised I hadn't
had anything to eat for a while.

I went to the kitchen to rustle up some grub, but didn't need to. Thiago
had already prepared a grab and eat smorgasbord so I ate some. Then I went
to bed. Jannie and Joris were still there chatting quietly under the
cover. I could make out Jannie's hand moving back and forth in the vicinity
of Joris' bits and pieces. I told the lads there was something to eat in
the kitchen and Jannie was off like a shot. Joris stayed.

"I guess you have just had a chat with mama and Marta, eh?"

I hugged my man to me. "Joris, you know I love you dearly and are the most
precious thing in my life, along with Saami and Keeva, but I am moving you,
along with Bear, your mother and various others..." I stopped for a moment
and Joris looked at me quizzically. I continued "...to the conniving skunk
category. So there, my beautiful skunk. What did you know? And when?"

"Basically, I knew everything.  I did get a surprise at the consulate,
though."

"Okay. Are there anymore little surprises coming my way? Any more plots?"

"No, not a one that I've any news of. I can't think of any possible sneaky
thing that needs doing or that can be done, or that hasn't already been
done." He gave me his most luscious smile and so I kissed him. Well, who
could resist?


Part 15

New Years was a blast. We had a party. Yes, we had a party. We were on my
balcony watching the never-ending fireworks. The kids had somehow managed
to get hold of a bottle of vodka and sneakily became very drunk. There was
a lot of cheek kissing and surreptitious crotch grabbing, and a multitude
of giggles. I must admit I was quite tipsy too. Like everyone else Joris
was more than a little pickled and at about 1 in the morning we decided bed
was a good idea. We stumbled to our room and when Joris switched on the
light he started to laugh rather boisterously.

"Finn look at this," he guffawed.

In the huge bed were eight boys, naked as the day they were born, packed
into our rack like sardines in a can. They were top to tail without an
erection between them. It was definitely a Kodak moment. Joris and I took
multiple pictures of the kids with our phones, hoping against squinting
hope that the pics would not be blurred. (Not a single one was, and their
mother and grandmother all got copies.)

Joris and I somehow managed to get ourselves to Marta's apartment and took
over Rex and Jannie's bed. We just slept. We were awoken by 8 kids jumping
on the bed and trying to tickle us. As I have said before, this is a killer
for me and I was out of bed in a shot. Joris was not so ticklish, so he
took a bit longer to rouse. I teetered back to my flat with a god awful
headache, and I cursed the demon drink and my lack of will power.

"Oh well," I thought. 364 days to the next one." I shrugged and took the
proffered cup of coffee from Thiago.

"Thiago! Bless you and happy New Year. What are you doing up?"

He just pointed to the coffee and a table laden with breakfast
treats. Again I asked myself how he does it? I thought back to the kids
waking us up. I asked myself why didn't they have hangovers? Not fair, I
thought. Maybe it's just old man's disease.

The flat had become alive. Freyja and Marta were there. The kids had
returned, so had a dishevelled Joris. Everyone was wishing everyone else
Happy New Year. We all sat down to breakfast, which in the main consisted
of litres of coffee. Thiago had produced a rather disgusting
blackish-yellowish drink he made everyone drink. It was eggy and it was
vile. However I did have to say I felt immeasurably better afterwards. Bear
was missing.

I went looking for him and finally found him in our upstairs coffee
shop. It had been open all night as it did have a wonderful view over the
city. The fireworks would have been terrific from there. I found Bear. It
was a different Bear to the usual. He was looking dreamily into the eyes of
Lars and Lars was returning the same look. No mistaking it, Bear was in
love; and I was pretty sure Lars was too. I didn't interrupt them. I looked
at the obviously very tired owner, and he said that they had been there
nearly all night, just looking at each other. He wanted to close up and get
some rest, but he just couldn't throw them out.

I told him I'll take them, and I did.

"C'mon lovebirds, we have a plane to catch."

Lars had a tear in his eye and so did Bear.

"Jeg elsker dig, Lars." I did a double take. Bear had just said I love you
in Danish. It was really sweet.

I did a triple take when Lars returned the sentiment in Kham.

"C'mon guys... we do have to get ready. Marta and Freyja are coming with
us."

"I know..." Bear the all-seeing one. "So's Lars." Apparently, guard duty
for Pedro and Mara had been his last assignment before he was honourably
discharged from whatever force he had been in.

"Christ," I thought, "This has become the Love Boat."

What the cost this trip was to my beautiful Ilha da Alegria I had no and
still haven't any idea.

Somehow we managed to get to the airport on time. It was a confusion of
bodies and luggage, and as first class passengers we were treated
exceedingly well by all staff. It didn't hurt the governor was with us and
we were all treated as part of his official party. He also told the staff
we were. We were all ushered into a VIP lounge to await our flight. Bear
and Lars, Rico and Sven, and Joris and I seemed joined at the hip. The
eight kids were just plain excited. Marinho and Thiago seemed a bit
overawed at the luxury and just sank into their armchairs and appeared to
doze. A surprise passenger was young Lars. I didn't think too much about
it.

We ultimately were herded onto the plane and luxuriated in our individual
pods. After a few hours in the air, we adjourned from the lounge and headed
to our beds. The seats had all been turned and made into comfortable beds
and we slept. We had had a very nice meal. First class, but not up to
Thiago standards.  The accompanying wine gave me a delicious drowsy
feeling, and sleep came quickly. I slept a solid 9 hours and woke up
refreshed. A flight attendant asked me if I wanted coffee or tea, and then
I should choose a breakfast from the menu. This I did, after morning coffee
of course, and sat in my reconverted seat to enjoy a very delicious first
meal. By this time Joris was awake and sitting next to me. He whispered
very rude things in my ear and I gave him a morning kiss. It would be
another few hours before we reached Macapá, then a transfer to a
puddle jumper to Ilha da Alegria and home. Strangely, I was more excited to
see Alegria again than I was to see Denmark. I wandered over to the
governor and told him this. He stood up and gave me a hug that I would
never forget.

"Bear, I mean Orso, told me you would become an Alegriano in your heart. I
was sceptical. Now I believe him, totally. He has brains, that one and
sometimes he has" -- he then used a Kham word -- I translated it as
`psychic perception'... "Yes, psychic perception. I bet he got infected
when he shagged with Piet Steyn."

I couldn't help but laugh, as did Pedro and Mara.

Mara grabbed me by the hand kissed me on the cheek, and said "Welcome home,
Finn, welcome home."

I was deeply touched by the emotion in her voice, and I felt a total
Alegriano.

We finally arrived home. It was early evening, and we were all tired. Pedro
invited us all to his house to `freshen up'. I politely declined the
offer. I had organised a bus when we were at Macapá, and the bus and
the driver were there waiting. Marta and Freyja were to stay with Pedro
until we all were settled. The day after tomorrow we would come back and
get them.

Piet Steyn knew we were arriving, and had organised a barbecue dinner for
us. Rico, Aano and Mali were overjoyed to see their father again. Of course
he had picked up that Rico and Sven had finally got it together. Whether it
was psychic or Sven's kids calling him avô (granddad) I would never
know. Whatever it was, I had rarely, if ever, seen Piet happier.

Piet knew everyone of course except Lars, Rex and Jannie and the ladies. He
asked them in Portuguese who they were. Saami had appointed himself as
interpreter.

Lars drew himself up proudly and said in Danish, "I'm Lars Lund, and I am
Orso's fiancé if he will marry me." (Jeg er Lars Lund og jeg er
Orsos forlovede, hvis han vil gifte sig med mig.)

Saami interpreted without taking his eyes off Bear.

Bear rushed to him shouting, "Ja, ja, ja!"

Saami then turned to a gobsmacked audience and laughingly said "I think
Bear said yes!"

"Well I didn't see that coming," said Piet.

We all laughed. I now knew Piet was not omniscient, just a bloody good
doctor, sometimes with weird powers.


Part 16

It was settled. Lars and Bear were to be married. Rico and Sven were to be
married. All of this was to happen at Easter. This meant that Freyja, Marta
and the two lads had to stay until that happy festa. This met with more
than token resistance.

Marta was adamant that her boys should not miss any schooling. Freyja did
not want to miss any hospital appointments, and for that matter neither did
Marta. They were both on the short list of mortality.

The ineffably fantastic Bear organised luxury accommodation for the ladies
for the duration of their stay, be it a fortnight or forever. The local
kids, Saami, Keeva and the mob, all had school as well. Marta relented and
let Jannie and Rex enrol in the Volunteers School `until we have to
leave'. "Ha," I said quietly to myself. In almost no time at all, Jannie
and Rex were speaking fluent Kham and English. Portuguese was coming on a
bit more slowly. The very serious medical matters of the two ladies were
sorted by Skype. Dr Iversen in Denmark and Sven in Alegria worked together
to give the women the finest treatment possible. The climate suited both
the women and they started to put on some weight and looked much
healthier. Both said they generally felt much better and after some weeks
made an application for residency. Naturally they got it. Being friends
with the governor did not hurt.

Jannie and Rex moved into my spare bedroom. I thought that was crazy as
they always, and I mean ALWAYS ended the night with Saami and Keeva.

I had a sort of off and on correspondence with my cousin in Australia. He
lived in the tropics and (so he told me) coolish to him was around 25
degrees C. His father and mine, both deceased, had been brothers. My uncle
had emigrated when he was about 20 and had made a small fortune for himself
with hotels and bars. My cousin Liam had taken over the hotels. Liam was
about 10 years younger than me. On my first visit to Australia when I was
about 19, I took Liam to my bed and he seduced me. He thinks I seduced him,
but it really was the other way around. Neither of us looked back. On a
couple of subsequent visits we continued and I had the joy of his virginity
when he was about 14. He was definitely a tiger in bed. I really liked him
and we did get on very well. I, of course went on to become a doctor and he
remained with the businesses his father and mother had built.

We liked each other a lot, and we always promised each other to visit, but
we never did. On impulse I sent him an email to join our Easter
festivities. I was surprised at the speed of his return acceptance. He
indicated he had a boyfriend and a number of foster kids he would
bring. Would that be okay and would it cause a problem? I assured him it
wouldn't. I told him I would bung up a marquee and decant all the kids,
mine included, into it. I mentioned that all mine were naughty, just like
we were as kids. He sent back that all his were naughty just like we had
been. We understood each other.

As it was Sven's wedding as well as Bear's, I thought I should really let
them know I had invited a swag of my own guests. I told them I would cover
the costs of the extras.

Bear came back with, "Finn, you have no idea, do you?"

"No idea of what."

"I am Kham..."

"Hmmmm."

"Well, a Kham wedding is open house. It will make your wedding look like a
small gathering. It will also last for about 3 days, possibly more. Rico is
also Kham. So there will be about 900 to a thousand people at the
wedding. There will be more barbecues happening than you have ever seen,
and Sven and Piet, and my uncle will have to pick up the tab. There will be
plenty of food and no one ever goes hungry at a wedding. Trust me on
this. Tell me, do you really think an extra 10 people is really going to
make a difference?"

"Hmmmmm," I said. I then mentioned about the marquee in my backyard.

"Oh that's easy. I'll have one put up for you a week before Easter. You
said there were two older boys and the youngsters. The older guys can have
Jannie and Rex's room and your cousin and his partner can have Sami and
Keeva's room. I'll need everyone's name and passport number to organise the
visas. I'll make the visas for unlimited entry and exit. I'll fix it with
my uncle."

"Oh wow, Bear, you can do that?"

"Sure. It's for you and hence there will be zero problems. Incidentally, is
you cousin cute?" Bear gave me his dirtiest smile.

"Bear!" I expostulated. "What about Lars? You are getting married, you
know."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm telling you now that Lars understood very quickly
the, shall we say, customs of Alegria. Oh he understands all right
especially since he was visited by Leno and Corvo... the reason was he is
Danish. Oh, Lars understands just fine."

Bear was still smiling. I retreated with my tail between my legs. Well, not
quite, Bear had more to say. He called after me.

"Didn't you say your cousin lives in Cooldoolga? And his address is 1
Cooldoolga Way?"

"Yeah, why?" I turned and looked at him.

"Well Sven has asked me for visas for his cousin a Dr Felix Jaeger, his two
sons and his nephew. They live at number 3 Cooldoolga Way. Do you think
your cousin and the doctor know each other?"

"Bear, I have no idea, but I am going to find out. Talk to you soon."

We departed from each other, Bear to do Bear things and me to my computer
and email at work.

I emailed Liam asking if he knew a Dr. Jaeger who seemed to live in the
same street as he did. The evening pushed on and I seemed to have a
mountain of paperwork. I had been back only a short time. After about two
hours of this I was beginning to get a little sleepy. The next day was
Saturday so I was looking forward to a sleep in. By this time I knew the
boys would be in bed and I knew Joris would be out having a beer with Rico
in the little café. After their drink, Joris would probably go back
with Rico for some sex. Rico and Joris had become fast friends.  I was
resigned to being high and dry for the evening unless Sami, Keeva, Jannie
or Rex decided on some midnight fun. I somehow doubted it because Friday
night the kids were usually exhausted from the week, not to mention the
travel, and literally slept. To be honest, I was a bit done in from the
week. I thought to have a bit of a rest in our MO's night bed adjacent to
our office and I went in for a couple of hours snooze.

I had just drifted off when I felt my bed sag a little. I semi-consciously
felt over and a naked body was next to me. I felt the body and got to the
boy bits. The cock was uncut. I asked the body if it was Aano and he
agreed.

" Do you mind Dr. Finn."

"Not at all Aano, it's lovely to have you here."

I was still in my hospital scrubs pants and I thought they should perhaps
go. Aano was there before me.

"Let me take your scrubs off Dr. Finn and then I'll suck your cock if
that's alright."

As far as I was concerned that was perfectly alright. I told him so. He
immediately put word to deed and I was naked.

"Last time I was with you I didn't properly pleasure you. Now it's my turn
to give you what you need."

"Aano, last time you were with me you gave me a great deal of
pleasure. Sure, we didn't fuck. But feeling your beautiful body and playing
with your cock and arse and kissing and cuddling up together gave me a
great deal of pleasure. A lot of pleasure." His mouth was now around my
prong. His tongue was doing magical things and I just knew I was going to
cum soon.

"Aano, please let me play with your balls." I love a boy's nuts. The island
boys seemed to have a serious endowment in this way. Even Joris had
commented on it. The island boys also seemed to have an insatiable appetite
for cum. Though as a medic I knew it was nonsense, the islanders insisted
it made them more virile. Aano drank me down. He then came up to me for a
cuddle. I felt the soft flesh and prominent bones of a lovely boy. Just as
I was enjoying the afterglow of nice sex, my phone rang. It was the night
nurse-practitioner from the female clinic. (The nurse practitioners could
easily have been GPs -- they were that good. In fact all the nurses were
nurse-practitioners, and they were all good.)

"I have a severe laceration on the thigh and I think the femoral has been
nicked. I've cross matched and an OR is on standby. I think she needs a
patch job." Those nurse-practitioners were unbelievably good.

"Okay, I'll be in the OR in less than 5 minutes."

I was and the op took about 3 hours. When I opened her for the patch up
there was more damage than we had anticipated. She would be okay, but it
was a stink way to finish the night, or by now early morning.

I went back to my bed and woke up Aano. I told him I had to go home now to
get at least some rest. He totally understood the trial and tribulations of
a doctor's life. He kissed me hard. I felt his uncut cock and balls.

He said, "Maybe sometime we actually might have a few hours together."

I said he was welcome in my bed anytime, and I knew Joris wouldn't object
to him joining the both of us.

He laughed and told me it was a deal then left. It was only a kilometre to
my place from the hospital so I walked home. I was in no hurry so took a
leisurely pace. It was about 7 when I reached home. I really was
tired. When I arrived home I noticed Piet's car parked out the front.

"Shit," I thought, "What's going on here?"

I went inside and Piet and Sven had made themselves perfectly at home and
were drinking coffee.

"We're sorry mate but we did want to see you, kinda urgently. Only just
found out you had emergency surgery this morning. You okay?" This was Piet.

"You should have some sleep now, you look totally fucked."

"Nah, c'mon guys, what's so important you have to see me this morning."

Piet called out. "Haavo, come out here please."

The young kid came wandering out. He was my boys' cousin, the one who had
had the broken arm.

"Tell the story please, Haavo." This was Sven.

The little fellow started. I knew he was only just 11 from his medical
notes. He spoke Kham.

"My parents and uncle and aunt have been taken by the police to Rive Sud
because they beat me and broke my arm and put shit and dirt in it to make
me sick and die. The police found out about this and took them away. It was
only because I would love to see Saami and Keeva again and said so."

I was genuinely shocked at this.

Piet broke in. "Haavo has been staying with one of the teachers at the
Volunteers School, but unfortunately the teacher has to return home to
Brazil. Now Haavo heard Sven and I had a plan and were looking for a young
lad to help out. You know the bush telegraph on this island. Anyway, Haavo
saw me when you and Sven were in Denmark and volunteered. I told him we
would have to wait a little while until you guys came back."

"And what is this plan?"

Piet continued. "Sven and I want to form an Alegriano clan and we want you
and your brood as part of it. It would join us together very closely and
give us great standing among the Kham and Falgo. Further, the hospital
would be seen to be run by a family, not just individual doctors. This is
very important to the local groups. However, and there is always `however',
taking the oath of a clan means a lifetime commitment. What do you say?"

My head was spinning. I hadn't actually realised it, but Haavo had climbed
on my lap.

"Where does Haavo fit in?"

"He is an important part of the ceremony and would be the cohesion between
us three. He would be taken care of by the three of us. Just before the
actual ceremony, we all sleep together and each of us has sex with
Haavo. That's how he becomes our cohesion. We need to do this soon if you
agree, because the youth must be pre-pubertal. Oh, and last but not least,
Your second best friend performs the public aspect of the ceremony, and you
have to convince him to do it."

"Fuck no, not the old witch doctor."

"Yeah, the old witch doctor. When I went to examine him to discharge him,
you were in Denmark, the old bastard put up a fight and said `I want
dokatah Larsen-ka. Only him.' It took a bit and I finally convinced him he
would be in hospital for another month until you came back from Denmark. He
was just fine and healthy and wouldn't die, so I discharged him. He also
told me he wanted to see you when you got back."

The `ka' bit was a Kham honorific. I was stunned at this.

Piet laughed. "As I said, your second best friend."

"Well?" Sven looked at me.

"Yes of course," I replied. "I'm not leaving here. I guess we'll need to
discuss this with our offspring." My head was spinning, again.

Piet laughed. "Don't worry about that, it was their idea."

"I should have known," I muttered to myself. Piet and Sven laughed. I
looked at my colleagues. "I really do love you guys, you know and I think I
really have to have a few hours kip. I will see you later.

"Take Haavo," called out Piet. I did, and we both slept.

I woke up at about midday and felt quite rested. I was feeling lazy so I
didn't try to get out of bed. I sometimes just love being lazy. I reached
over to kiss the lump next to me, in my wake up stupor I thought Joris had
joined me, but it was Haavo. `Oops,' I thought. Sitting in an armchair
opposite me was the grinning face of Joris as well as the rest of his
beautiful body, sadly clothed.

"I knew that was going to happen," laughed Joris at me.

Haavo now started to wake up himself.

"Hello Dr. Finn. Were you just going to kiss me then.?"

"Err, yes I was."

"Why didn't you?"

"Umm, I guess I thought you were Joris and somehow with that thought it
didn't seem fair."

"Well, now you know I'm me so you can give me a kiss, please, can't you?"

I looked at Joris and he now was almost laughing.

"Yeah, I guess so..." and I did. It was a nice kiss and the kid knew how to
give some back. His hand went straight to my cock. My hand ran down his
naked body and I found his. I looked under the covers and was totally taken
with his size. He had a big one, and there was no debating that. I felt him
up and his big one expanded in girth. His was a very choice piece of boy,
no doubt.

"Come, lazy boys, Thiago has made lunch and you, Dr Larsen, have a job to
do." Joris laughed.

"What job?" It was Saturday and I wanted to be lazy. I may even have been a
little grumpy.

"You have to go over to the Kham village and speak to your colleague."
Joris was enjoying every minute of this.

"Don' wanna."  I was being childishly petulant.

Joris giggled. "Ya gotta." Then he put on a pompous voice and added,
unnecessarily, I thought. " You have been properly elected by the hospital
administration to appropriately complete this task and when it is completed
successfully you may have some of this." He gave his rump a firm slap and
then kissed me.

"And what's stopping me from taking it right at this minute, huh?"

"Oh... absolutely nothing."

He threw himself on the bed and I started to kiss his neck, then tongue his
ear and kiss his neck some more. I rubbed his nose with mine and kissed his
eyes. When I knew he was hot to trot, I leapt off him and told him, "Enough
of this nonsense, I have a duty, unpleasant though it be, to perform." I
left him totally worked up and realised I had left him with Haavo.

"Come with me, Haavo, please."

The little lad managed to get out of bed just as Joris was reaching for him
and he sidled up to me.

"Let's have brunch, little fellah." His smile was enormous and holding my
hand we walked out of the bedroom. Joris was not happy. I tinkled my
fingers at him in a parody of a wave bye-bye. I can be such a bastard
sometimes.

"What am I to do with this?" shouted Joris after me.

"I dunno. Have a wank." I called back laughingly.

This little pantomime did not go unnoticed from the room across the hall.

"Don't worry, Far, I'll help you."

"Keeva. My hero," I heard from the room. A little louder than was really
needed.

Then there was silence. Haavo and I looked at each other and laughed. We
both knew why Keeva was Joris' hero.

Well I went to see the old bastard. Haavo trotted along with me. I hadn't
really visited the Kham village before. Like everything else on this island
it was well laid out, clean and well maintained. The houses looked to be
quite substantial in size and building materials. The streets were
wide. The houses, which were quite ample, were all neat and painted in a
variety of bright colours. There were over two thousand people in the
village, and it had all the amenities a little township required. There
were youngsters everywhere playing football. Girls as well as boys were
kicking soccer balls in makeshift teams. I noticed neither boys nor girls
gave the other side any quarter. It was cheerful and happy and just the
energy raised my spirits, not that they were down. Just raised them
higher. I really loved my new home, my Island of Joy.

I found the old guy's home without any difficulty. I stood by the open door
and called out. He came to the door and with a smile bade me a most
courteous welcome.

"Dokatah Larsen-ka, you do me great honour."

"I am honoured to be welcomed into your home, Shaman-ka," I responded. I
called him Shaman with the honorific, as he was a priest and leader of his
people. Absolutely no need to be discourteous or just plain rude.

"You are well?" Shaman-ka.

"Yes dokatah. And it is thanks to you I haven't joined my ancestors. I also
know why you are here. And I can organise the ceremony for tomorrow. You
and the other dokatahs will have to take Haano tonight."

He looked at Haano. "You are not a man yet Haano, is that right?"

The little guy nodded.

"Take off your clothes."

Haano stripped.

The Shaman looked over every millimetre of the boy's body and pronounced
him good. He had especially taken notice of his underarms and boy bits. Not
a single hair did the Shaman find.

"Saami and Keeva's former parents and Haano's parents will never be
permitted to return to our village. We Kham do not permit children being
hurt. What they did to Haano is unforgiveable by all of us. I have also
spoke to the river dragon and politely asked her not to take any more
children. She most courteously agreed to seek only fish from now on. This
means the Steyn and Larsen kids and yours may come to the village if they
wish. There is no mark on them anymore. Now, may I speak to Haano privately
please. Make yourself comfortable in here. My sons will attend to you. They
wish to thank you for saving my life."

He ushered me into a charming little room. It was decorated with feathers
in clumps on the walls and some other carvings. It was very neat and it
felt very peaceful. It was further enhanced by two gorgeous lads,
completely naked, stretched out on the large bed. I didn't need to ask how
they were going to thank me, it was totally obvious. The elder was about 17
and I wasn't sure of the younger. He was uncut, so I guessed him to be
about 9.

The elder stood up and spoke in Kham. "My name is Kaaron and I and my
brother who is Levano thank you for saving our father's life. We are now
yours forever. Please take us."

I was stunned. "What do you mean, you are mine forever."

"We mean whatever you want us to do, we do."

"Come here beautiful boys and let me kiss you."

They moved towards me and Kaaron asked, "May we remove your clothes first?"

The only answer to that was `yes'.

Levano pulled down my shorts and as I was as usual commando, he kissed my
dick and felt my balls. Kaaron removed my T and kissed my tits.  His eyes
looked up at me and he must have seen something and he kissed me full
on. Our tongues had a merry dance. Levano pulled Kaaron's and my cocks
together and was gently stroking them. My hands wandered all over Kaaron's
body and I liked what I felt. He was well muscled and his body was so
firmed from what I assumed was field work. Levano was definitely little boy
soft, but most of his baby fat was gone and he was starting to develop a
tight body. These kids certainly were lovely.

Kaaron was hard and had a 12 or 13 cm cut cock. Levano was about 6 or 7
cm. I noticed his foreskin hadn't retracted. I thought he needed to be
circumcised.

We rested together on the bed. We cuddled and kissed together for a
while. These boys were obvious in what they wanted, but I wasn't going to
have full-on sex with them. The kids seemed fascinated with my dick. They
played with my very happy organ, sucked it and gently played with my
balls. Ultimately this stimulation had me ejaculating so hard my arse
cheeks almost cramped. Both lads gave me a tongue bath so lascivious that
my cock didn't even go down. They didn't miss a drop of my spunk. They
licked it from my body and cleaned each other as well. I blew Kaaron and he
delivered to me a fine load. Levano came in for his share of a blow job as
well, and his little boy orgasm brought tears to his eyes. He certainly was
a randy little piece. However his foreskin did not retract. The fragrance
of sex was heavy in the room and it was lovely. We had been together for
some time, I guessed an hour or so, and thought I had better find Haavo and
the shaman.

I found them and they were chatting amiably in the other room. The shaman
asked if his boys had properly thanked me. I told him they had done so. He
then asked me two very surprising things. He asked if Kaaron could train as
a nurse in our hospital and secondly he asked if I would circumcise
Levano. I told him I would circumcise the little chap today, if he wished,
but he told me after we become a clan. I told him I didn't think there
would be a problem with Kaaron, but I said I would have to talk to the
other doctors and other nurse tutors.

The shaman walked to a cupboard and from a pile of papers pulled out a
folder. It contained Kaaron's academic records from the Kham school and
they were brilliant. (The Kham school was academically of a very high
standard, and equal in achievement to any Danish or Brazilian private
school. This was acknowledged by universities in all of South America.)

I was a little shocked at this. I said to the shaman that these results
could get him into medicine in Brazil, where my partner was going. He could
finish and come back to his people.

"I have taught Kaaron all my ways. He knows the herbs for many illnesses of
our people. Do you really think he would be able to do what you did for me?
I know I couldn't."

I told the old guy (well he wasn't that old, maybe about 50 or so) if I
took the papers, I would send copies to the university in Rio today, and
see if he could be accepted as a late enrolment. He would start with Joris
in February next year. I thought Kaaron might want a say in this. So we
called him out. We explained the plan and did he agree to it. The glow that
exuded with his smile could have lit the whole house, indeed the whole
village. This was a stupendous breakthrough. The shaman's son going to Rio
to study medicine. Who woulda thunk!

"Levano can be circumcised tomorrow after you become a clan. He will be the
clan's first patient. You can do it outside so everyone can see, can't
you?"

I rolled my eyes and told him okay, I could do it.

He then said, "I am giving you my son to make him a man. The Kham and the
Falgo will see I have no fear of your clan and that I respect you. All of
you... This will help the Kham and the Falgo know they should come to you
if they feel sick. My son will be the shaman after I join my ancestors, but
that coupled with being a doctor will increase the mana of your hospital
and your clan many times. So please do it. Now please do not forget to join
Doctor Sven and Doctor Piet with Haano tonight."

He pulled Haano to himself and asked him Kham if he was sure he wanted to
do this. When Haano answered yes, the shaman painted three white stripes on
the lad's forehead with some clay and bade us farewell.

Haano clasped his hand firmly in mine and I walked, in a bit of a daze, to
the hospital. Sven and Piet weren't there but Bear was. I told him
everything that had transpired and though initially he thought he was going
to have a good laugh after my meeting with the shaman, I thought I would
possibly need a crash cart after he sat down heavily and started to softly
curse in Kham and English and Portuguese. Without repeating everything he
said the summary was `well I'll be fucked!' Haano was sitting on my lap and
his soft little giggles at Bear's diatribe were quite sweet. When he had
recovered Bear was on the phone. He called Piet, Sven and his uncle. He
told them all to get to the hospital and now would be good. In about 10
minutes Piet and Sven were in attendance and I told them the story.

"This is a miraculous breakthrough," Sven was astounded. Piet asked if I
had the crash cart on standby as he was sure he was about to have a heart
attack. Instead of heart attacks we all decided to have a beer or two. A
big part of our island had moved into the 21st Century.

Bear summarised the day by saying, "It's amazing what an appendectomy can
do." We all laughed a little drunkenly.

Young Haano was asleep in my arms. I thought it was time to move. Sven said
everyone was to go to his house now, eat and go to bed. None of us saw any
difficulty with this. Haano woke and appeared to be a little dazed. I told
him we were going to Dr Sven's house and he nodded assent. He was strangely
silent and totally compliant. I wondered a little at this and Bear told us
the shaman had put Haano in touch with the spirits (that was the three
stripes) and while he was communicating with them he would be silent. It
didn't mean he wouldn't go to bed with us, it just meant he was on a
different wavelength to us. He would remain silent until he was woken from
his almost trance-like state by the shaman. We were not to worry.

Bear also said he would have everything ready for the ceremony on the front
lawn tomorrow, including the small prep for the circumcision. He also told
us we were not to worry about Haano because he would know what he had to do
and when.

My head was spinning from all this information. Haano and I along with the
other two docs walked the short distance to Sven's house. We made ourselves
comfortable there and waited for dinner. It wasn't long coming. I have to
say Sven's cook wasn't up to Thiago standards, but it was a very nice
meal. Haano ate nothing. He did drink a little water. Sven's cook
understood he was in a semi-trance and left him alone.

After we ate we did mosey off to bed. Haano just led us. He undressed each
of us and then himself. This was totally weird all round. The atmosphere
was kind of spooky but not uncomfortably so. He indicated we should climb
into bed and we did. We were somehow under the control of this little
kid. I also knew any of us could stop anything if we wanted. Weird, eh? We
didn't want to. Haano then climbed in with us. He started to kiss
Sven. Sven was ready to go in seconds. Then he started on Piet and finally
me. All of a sudden a wave of profound affection washed over all of us and
suddenly we knew we were going to be joined. It wasn't like when I was
married, it was more a total loyalty. Haano suddenly took Sven for his
own. Sven was gentle with the lad. Haano was gentle with Sven. Sven
came. Then Haano moved to Piet. The same process happened, then lastly with
me. Again the same. Suddenly it was if all constraints had been lifted from
us. All four of us together melded and the kisses and hugs did not stop
until it was lights out and we didn't wake until morning.

We had to dress quickly as it was about 10 o'clock and we were due on the
lawn at 10:30. We all had the odour of sex about us and little Haano was no
different. He still had the vacant look about him that indicated his
trance. For a moment I was worried and a voice inside my head told me not
to worry that soon we, the spirits, would leave him and he would be normal
again. For some reason, I, who didn't believe in spirits or anything else,
felt strangely comforted.

We walked out to the hospital lawn from Sven's house. The shaman was there
along with his sons and a cast of thousands. There were front row seats and
Joris and my sons were there. Indeed all our sons were there. So was the
governor and Mr Da Silva, the notary. Marta and Freyja were also in
attendance.

The shaman told us to join hands and we did. Sven was to be our leader, and
the three of us were led by Haano around a fire three times. He spoke
something to Haano. I didn't understand. It was Kham/Falgo and something
else. Haano spoke back to him in a very deep voice which wasn't his. I felt
an electric shock run through the four of us. The shaman grunted. He then
stepped up to me, painted a white line on my forehead, and said in clear
Kham, "What is the name of your clan?"

I couldn't help myself and in a voice which wasn't mine, I shouted
something which sounded like gibberish to me.

He grunted and then in clear Kham/Falgo said "You are the clan of the River
Dragon. She will be honoured."

At this point he gathered all our kids, my husband, Haano, Freyja and Marta
and told them they were all part of the Clan of the River Dragon.

I noticed Mr Da Silva writing rapidly. I guessed we were officially
registered.

The Shaman then took his little son by the hand and said to all of us,
"Will you cut my son?"

Levano looked at me then Piet and Sven. A very public circumcision. We had
better not slip up. Bear, always ready, slipped a surgical gown on each of
us and squirted our hands with disinfectant. He pulled up a surgical
trolley with the requisite instruments.

Levano lied on the grass.

"Bear," I shouted, "At least get a drape for him to lie on."

Sven looked at me with a smirk. "You're the surgeon, you do it."

I kinda knew this was going to happen, so I started to talk to Levano in
Kham. "I am going to give you a little prick in your manhood and then you
won't feel a thing. You will be a bit sore for a day or two, but then you
will be fine."

He nodded understanding. I then swabbed his bits and pieces, gave him a
quick injection of xylocaine. In moments he couldn't feel a thing. I then
excised the foreskin and he was done. It didn't need a suture.

Piet gave an injection of a light sedative to Levano and he was asleep on
the surgical drape. I told Bear to take him inside to ER and let him
sleep. He did. An hour or so later, a slightly dazed and half naked Levano
wandered out. The barbecue was well underway and there were hearty
congratulations from everyone. The governor, though treated with respect,
was just seen as part of the gang of people who were there. Speeches about
the members of the Dragon Clan and their hospital were given. The women who
had the caesareans gave speeches and proudly displayed their squalling
offspring. The policeman whose life I had saved and the lad with the
fishing spear through him all proudly showed their scars. The crowd was
really only half-listening to everyone. Then the shaman decided to speak.

There was a total silence at that point. He proudly showed his scar from
his op and then praised the dokatahs who looked after him. He said that he
knew he would be dead if it hadn't been for the Dragon Clan and their
wonderful hospital. He also indicated he was so happy that his son was the
first patient of the new clan. There was loud cheering. At that point he
told the throng he was proud of his son Kaaron, whom he was sending to Rio
to study modern medicine. He was proud that his son also knew all the
traditional medicines as well." There was a shocked silence, and even the
quiet susurration of the crowd ceased.

The governor looked as if he was about to faint and Bear was at his side.

The governor then spoke. "I am proud that shaman-ka has spoken to you
today. We must never lose the traditions of our peoples and it is obvious
we won't. Perhaps modern medicine can learn from our traditions, especially
with Kaaron, and perhaps the Dragon Clan can teach us something about
modern medicine. May the Alegrianos, Kham and Falgo, live forever! And long
live the Dragon Clan."

There were loud cheers and people partied on. It really was a fiesta. We
dragged ourselves home about midnight. Freyja and Marta were if not drunk
then very close to it. They looked better than they had in months. They ate
as if it was their last meal (and it really wasn't) and they drank as if
the local brew was going to run out. Sven gave them a bit of a talking to,
and in perfect Kham, and together, they told him most courteously to `fuck
off.' He thinks of that moment and still laughs. The following day, the
ladies were very apologetic to him. He waved it away with a laugh and told
them they had given him good advice. He also told them, and it really was a
bit of `too much information', he had put their advice into almost
immediate practice with Rico.

Freyja and Marta learned the Kham language almost overnight, or so it
seemed. They were totally adored by the Kham and the Falgo. I am not sure
why. They would frequently go to the villages and (for gods' sake) play
football with the kids. Sven told me this was terrific exercise for the
ladies and their health had improved drastically. They became bedstemor to
a horde of kids and were just simply idolized by them. Jannie and Rex were
likewise doted on by their schoolmates, especially since they knew how to
handle a football, a very important, if not the most important youthful
social skill. These lads became Kham in all but colouring. If I spoke to
them in Danish, they would unconsciously (at least I think so) answer me in
Kham/Falgo, sometimes Portuguese. These kids were definitely totally
integrated. Denmark became a bleak, distant memory. Freyja, whose love for
her grandkids was immeasurable, was in total joy. Saami and Keeva spent as
much time with their bedstemor as they did with Joris and me. Joris and I
adopted in the Kham tradition both Jannie and Rex. They called us just like
Saami and Keeva pai (Portuguese) Far (Danish) and daddy (English). They
also sometimes called us just Finn and Joris. Some nights Joris and I had
four young teens in bed with us. Those were always good nights as those
nights always strengthened our love for each other. The hospital work
increased. Funerals decreased. The shaman was a constant visitor who would
mutter incantations over the patients, have a cup of coffee and leave us to
our work. Everyone seemed happy about this arrangement and it did relax
some of our older patients. Freyja, in a moment of unusual candour,
admitted to me the old shaman had given her and Marta some herbs to make
into tea and she and Marta had drunk it. She told me she felt better a few
days afterwards. I asked her for a sample which she gave me. Sven and I had
it analysed and the herbs seemed to have an active ingredient which reduced
cancer cells. It didn't kill them, but seriously inhibited their growth. We
thought we might be on to something new here.

Joris and Kaaron had become fast friends. They decided to live together in
Joris' house in Rio along with Rico when university recommenced . They
worked together as assistants to me and the other doctors. This was work
experience for them, to make sure medicine was what they really
wanted. They were sure. It was hard to pull Kaaron away from the lab. His
eye was always down a microscope. I had a feeling he would become a
researcher of some sort. There was no doubt in my mind Joris would become a
surgeon. Of course Kaaron and Joris had sex. But I knew, I knew, that Joris
was totally mine. The knowledge was repeated every time we were
joined. Rico too worked in the hospital. Frequently he was in A and E
assisting the nurse practitioners. He only had another year to go and he
was a doctor. He would do his internship with us and possibly Rive Sud
hospital, which was as good as ours.

Haano lived with Sven, but made visits to Piet and me at least once a
week. The little guy had an insatiable appetite for sex. The bonds between
Sven, Piet and me just grew stronger. This clan idea was the best idea
ever.

The weeks trundled on. It was now late April and I knew that Sven's and my
cousins were arriving for Rico and Sven's wedding.

As we were The River Dragon clan, the wedding was to be on the bank of the
river, and she was to be invited too. As we were a clan, we weren't just
invited, we were to be participants.

On the day of our cousins' and their broods' arrival, just as we were
preparing, a very nasty motorbike casualty arrived at the hospital. He had
severe internal injuries and a fractured skull. This was seriously not
good. We scrubbed up and prepared to do what we could. This was going to be
a biggie.

I would take the lead with Sven and Piet assisting. Bear had the day off
and wouldn't be with us. Piet definitely said he has a fractured skull and
a subdural haematoma that really needs to go. I relied totally on Piet's
intuition on this. His thoracic and abdominal injuries can wait a
little. Go for the haematoma. I had a full body CT scan on the monitor and
blessed our island paradise for the best hospital equipment money could
buy. Joris was close by and wiping my forehead whenever needed. He rarely
took his eyes from the monitors. Bear managed to discover Sven's cousin was
neurosurgeon and not 10 minutes after he arrived at my house, had him down
at the hospital and scrubbed up. He was really not permitted to operate as
he wasn't registered in Alegria, but he could tell me what to do.

I was about to lift out the haematoma and he shouted "Don't do that!
Irrigate then suction it out, very finely! That is a brain, not a bowel!"
This caused a ripple of laughter through the theatre. "Good," he added
after I had performed the procedure. "His brain is intact. There appears to
be minimal swelling. Now replace the bone and scalp, so that it can be
easily opened again. We can do the final repairs in 24 hours."

I did the patch job on his belly and chest reasonably quickly and
efficiently. He was sent to the ICU, heavily sedated.

Piet said, "He will survive."

We all discarded our theatre gear and properly greeted the newcomer. "Let's
have a beer," someone said. It might have been me, I'm not sure. We
repaired to the MO's lounge and Sven distributed the reviving brew. Sven
could now greet his cousin properly. He did with a hug and a greater than
familial kiss.

Piet and I looked at each other, shrugged and I said, "Hmmm."

Piet said, "You say that a lot." I knew he was mimicking Saami and Keeva. I
laughed.

We drank our Antarcticas quite quickly and headed off to my house. The
place was reasonably quiet. I wondered where the kids could be and realised
it was fairly late and could be asleep. This was confirmed by Bear who was
at my place and chatting amiably with those guys who were left behind. In
his usual manner, Thiago produced, a simple for him, dinner for us all and
we sat down to eat. I had greeted my cousin in our usual way, and he stage
whispered, "Your bed or mine?" Locky was still asleep.

Joris poked him in the ribs. "He's mine, Liam, and don't forget it." Joris
laughed, as did we all. Joris then added, "If you take Finn to our bed,
Liam, I'll take Lachlan to yours. Does that sound fair?"

Liam looked at Joris and told him, "We'll talk about this tomorrow." We
were all chuckling. We knew what the outcome would be.

Liam then asked if we were working the next day. We told him we each had a
pager and if we were required we would be called in. However we did have an
excellent team of nurse practitioners who would hold the fort.

I chatted with Liam a little and we got onto the subject of his family. He
told me the story.

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