Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 20:11:46 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 15

Of Man and Boy
by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

15:  The Strange Case of Manford Mahn 2

Paul and the boy Maney continued their conversation.

"I have always been taught that sex was good and proper.  My parents and
the other adults and older children always fondle and touch the children,
all the time.  From the time I was six I guess, I had a penis in my mouth
and one up my butt at least once a day, until I ran away.  They always told
us it was god's will and we always thought it was perfectly normal.  I mean
if your told to put it in your little sister or brother you just did it.
Everyone made it fun, most of the time anyway."

"It sounds like something changed," Paul said.

"It did about two years ago.  Me and the others have always been
photographic models and the family always made movies of us children having
sex with each other and sometimes the adults.  It was fun and we liked
doing it.  About two years ago my older brother and some older cousins,
started bringing "clients" to our ranch.  They set up several mobile homes
near the gate and would bring us back and forth."

"Was this a frequent event," Paul asked?

"I guess it was.  There are over twenty of us under 30, not to frequent for
any one, once a week maybe.  Sometimes several of us at once too.  Those
were always fun times.  I mean we had more fun with a group than just one
client."

"What did you do with these clients?"

"Some would take pictures of us, sometimes they would have us dress up in
costumes and play a game but mostly have sex with us."

"Did any of them ever hurt you or the others," Paul inquired?

"Oh no, most had seen our movies or modeling shoots.  They were mostly
quite kind, some even interested in getting to know us.  Sometimes they
would bring us presents, the ones who came often."

"Did you get to know any of them?"

"Just first names, some regulars would tell us about their lives, little
bits and pieces.  The ones who always asked for me, mostly older men, like
you.  I had four, one always took still pictures of me.  He always brought
new cloths for me.  Another always took movies of me dancing or doing
something.  He would set up his camera and film us doing everything.  We
would kind of make up little plays.  I had two brothers who would visit
together.  They would spend the entire time with me in bed," Maney said.

"Did something change?"

"Last year my still picture man asked me what I had been doing with the
extra money he had been giving my brother for me.  When I told him I didn't
know anything about that, he got real angry.  Then he told me how much he
paid for each visit and how much he gave for me as a bonus.  Later that
night, in bed, he told me from that time on he would put my "tips" in the
bank for me."

"Is that where the money you had in your pocket came from," Paul queried?

"Yes, that's all I had left.  When he told me how much clients paid for
their visits and that my family was even keeping my "tips", I got real mad,
but I didn't tell anyone.  I felt really bad.  I liked him and the others.
I liked the sex and I liked modeling and playing games.  What I didn't like
was the way I was being used.  The way we were all being used.  They were
just selling my body and not even sharing my gifts.  We were always told
sex was a religious expression, we were sharing the creators energy, but
they were selling me.  My family made me into a prostitute, made all of us
into whores."  Maney was fighting the tears and doing a good job of it too.

"Is that why you left home," Paul asked?

"Yes, I couldn't stand it any longer, I won't live a hypocritical life.  If
I am to sell my body than I want the benefits, all the benefits.  He also
told me some of the modeling and movies were called kiddy porn and fetched
big bucks.  On his next visit he showed me pictures of some ranch adults,
dressed in fancy cloths and driving big cars when they were in town.  Until
I left I was never even off the ranch."

Maney was pouring his heart out, all Paul could do was listen and try not
to get too upset in front of the boy.  Sure he would gladly make love to
this child.  He loved boys this age.  He trained boys this age for men who
would worship their boy-ness.  It revolted him to think of using this boy,
any boy, any child, as a prostitute.  Right now, the only currency Maney
understood was his body, sex.  Paul knew this, he would need to change or
at the very least give his best effort, to change it.

Paul did a lot of listening and ask only a few questions.  "You realize
that your family will likely be in for a lot of difficulty if the word gets
out," Paul said?

"Yes I know.  That is probably why they have not told anyone I am gone.  My
friend warned me that if I ever left I would probably never return.  I came
to St. Thomas because it was the farthest away I could go and I figured I
would be able to make a living as a model.  My family will search for me in
California or Arizona.  He told me my model shoots and the films I was in,
are among the most popular.  They will want me back.  But they will never
get the chance to use me again."

"I see, do you think they would try and kidnap you?"

"I think so.  My friend told me I was a valuable asset.  I know if they
ever get me I will be severely punished.  My dad will go on about my
religious obligations to the family and the church.  That is hypocrisy, it
is about his bank account."

"You my boy, are a valuable asset.  Every child is valuable, our children
are our most valuable asset, be it to a person or the society.  Children
are valuable because they are the future, not for their earning power."
Paul gave Maney a strong hug and a kiss on the top of his head.  "I am
developing a plan.  I think you need to come clean, I mean completely clean
with everyone else, including Thodberg."

"I can't go back, I promised I wouldn't."  Paul realized Maney's friend
must have truly cared for the boy.  He helped him knowing he would never
see him again.  He hoped Maney realized this.  He figured he probably did.

"I promise you, no one here will ever force you to go back.  I promise you,
no one will every force you to perform sexual acts against your will.  I
promise you, your brothers and sisters will be cared for and liberated and
they won't need to run away to achieve that.  Who knows you are here on
St. Thomas?"

"Only the man who brought me here from South Carolina.  I wont' tell you
his name, so don't ask.  He won't tell anyone because he would get into
lots of trouble."

"Is he the person that gave you the Prozac?"

"He didn't give it, I took it..."

"Why did you leave if his stay was not finished?"

"He is a kind and caring person, I think.  He always tried to make me feel
good when we had sex, which was often.  He brought another man to our room
to `share his boy's ass', without asking if I had any objections.  After he
fell asleep I just cleaned up and left with his pills and my money.  I just
think he should have asked me that's all."

"So do I Maney, so do I.  Would you have gone back if you hadn't landed in
here?"

"Yes, I think so, he still had ten days of time here and he did treat me
well."

"You think about it.  If you tell me his name and hotel I will let him know
you are all right and just why you left.  No point in burning bridges,"
Paul advised.

Maney did tell Paul.  The next morning Paul called the man, one Mr. Potter
and explained Maney's situation, assuring him of his confidence and that
Maney did not what him to worry.  The pedophile was relieved to learn Maney
was safe, telling Paul how sorry he was for having up set the boy, he just
didn't think.

Paul reminded him that Maney protected his identity only telling him under,
physician/patient privilege.  He urged him to keep Maney's location just as
confidential.  The next day, a medium sized suit case showed up at Paul's
office, with Maney's belongings.  It was full of new and stylish clothing,
personal hygiene stuff, along with an envelope.  Paul did not look in the
envelope, assuming it was a privet message for Maney.

Oh, he wanted to know what was in it.  Paul is a curious person.  One of
the reasons he studied medicine was the inherent mysterious connected with
the work.  He is also highly principled.  He took the case with him to the
hospital for his evening visit.  Maney was very excited when he saw the
case.  It had been given to him by his friend and each man along the way
had given him the articles of clothing, provided transportation, meals and
a safe place to stay.  All Maney said he was expected to do was be polite
and friendly but he did share his benefactor's bed, for the time he was
with them.  "They were all boy lovers and I knew they wanted to love me.  I
guess I wanted love too and I kind of wanted to love someone else."

Maney had about six hundred dollars on his person when he was found.  That
was almost all of the cash his friend had given him.  In the inside zipper
pocket of the case was a large envelope.  Maney asked Paul to look at it
for him.  Paul thought that strange but he did.  Inside were copies of his
birth certificate and photographs of his family.  Along with three thousand
dollars.  Maney was surprised at this, he did not know the envelope was
even in the case.  His friend had planned his escape and organized a
network of trusted men to get him safely to St. Thomas.

In the other envelope was a brief letter from his last benefactor, who
apologized profusely for his foolishness and begged Maney's forgiveness.
In the envelope was a business card.  It had the name of a Charlotte Amalie
based photographer and artist who was the last person in the chain.  He
would employ Maney and was expecting him in five days.

Maney had not realized until that moment, none of the men who helped him
accepted any financial help.  Maney had seen each of them hand off the
envelope to the next.  He assumed his expenses were being covered by the
money he had saved.  That was what his friend had told him.  He sure didn't
think he saved that much.  Paul figured his "friends" were like this last
person, they probably added to the pot.

"I thought those men were just using me but now I'm not so sure."

"In a way you were being used I guess, perhaps it is more like a trade.
You shared yourself and brought joy and happiness to others.  They shared
their time and resources, to help you on your quest.  Sure you had sex with
them but as I understand it you were not forced."

"You mean I'm like Huck Finn on the raft and the others are like Jim,
helping me."

"Yes, that is a good analogy."

"Dr. Stum, how can I thank them, I mean I did but really thank them?"

"Lets go and see that photographer in five days.  I'll bet he has a way."
Maney saw the twinkle in Paul's eye.  He was now more sure than ever that
Paul too was a boy lover.  The strangest one he had encountered yet, that
was for sure.

"I think you should pay a visit to a lawyer friend of mine.  He helped
another lost boy I know.  In the mean time perhaps you should call
Mr. Potter at the hotel, I think he will sleep better if he talked to you,
not just me."  Paul gave him his cell phone and found something to do out
by the nursing station.

On his way back to the condo Paul stopped at the beach for some needed eye
candy and a quick, brisk swim.  He found a myriad of young boys between
about 6 and 15 playing and swimming in small bands.  Their lithe bodies
twisting into strange shapes.  Their tight swimsuits clinging to the small
butts and displaying the boyhood's was what he needed.  His boy was not
around, he dare not touch, but he could sure look.  He has always been an
observer of boys but now became totally conscious of how their boyhood's
were being displayed.  Often young boys and young girls look remarkably
alike until your eyes focus on the crotch.

Auto-eroticism is better than none at all.  Paul's fantasy did not involve
himself as participant but as observer.  His mind reviewed the sleek lean
bodies coming together.  The joy of boys discovering each other's bodies.
Boy lips on boy nipples, boy tongues licking boy clefts, boy lips on boy
penises, on boy bodies, boy lips on boy lips, boy cocks in boy butts.
Smooth, clean boy skin being touched by small boy hands.  It would be
another time when he would dream of their smooth, hairless silk like skin
pressing against his body or being explored by his hands and mouth, when
olfactory senses would be titillated by the sweet smell of boy.

"You mean it dad, you mean it, a brother, of course I want a brother.  How
old?  How tall?  Does he have a big cock?  Will he sleep with me?  When can
I meet him?  What's his name...," Grant ask excitedly?


Right after breakfast two days later, Paul collected Maney.  He instructed
him to dress in street cloths.  Maney without hesitation, pulled off his
standard issue gown, displaying his absolutely beautiful body.  He reached
into his case and pulled out some very sexy red silk thongs, slipped them
on, adjusting his boyhood and followed up with jeans and a T shirt.  The
sight of this perfect, slim body with the larger than expected
uncircumcised genitals set Paul right off.  He was so hard it hurt.  Maney
displays his Native American, German genetic heritage: thin black hair,
large hazel eyes, a tan skin tone, broad shoulders, small distinct nipples,
a lithe form with long legs.  His faces is caucasoid in form with a dimple
on his chin.  At almost fourteen he shows no sign of pubic or body hair.

"The boy has no modesty at all in him or it was trained out of him.  I
guess if you have been taught from birth to engage in sex freely..," he
thought.  From Maney's point of view he had always been a bit of an
exhibitionist and when you constantly being photographed, in model mode as
it were, you are just always on stage.  Something he never even thinks
about, he just does.

"Pack up, since you won't be coming back here as a patient, for a long time
I hope," Paul said.

"Yes!"  Maney pumped his arms, this was one happy boy for sure.  Being
cooped up in a hospital when your not truly sick is hard for anyone,
especially for adolescent boys.  "Where are we going?"

"We have a meeting to attend on the ground floor.  Then I am going to check
you out of this place," Paul informed.

"Then what?"

"Then we go for a lunch and a visit to that lawyer I told you about, not
all necessarily in that order."

"What is the meeting about?"

"We are meeting to review your case, your status and your future,
interested or would you prefer to sit this one out," Paul quipped.

Maney looked up at Paul and smiled wide, from ear to ear.  "Oh, oh," Paul
thought, "This one need the orthodontist and I'll bet he has never seen a
dentist either."  In fact he was in need to several fillings, braces, an
appliance and eye glasses perhaps.

"You mean I get to sit in and hear what everyone is saying?  Do I get to
ask questions too?"

"Absolutely son, it is your life and your future.  I think I told you
before, but if I didn't.  It is your body and your life.  You get a big say
in it.  In fact you get the biggest say.  We adults are here to guide,
felicitate and help.  We have some professional and legal obligations and
we can't let you do something that is harmful or illegal.  Given those
limitations its your choice."

Maney's bravado suddenly vanished.  He knew by now that Paul might joke
with him but when he said things like help and guide he was probably
serious.  Maney realized he didn't have a clue what the right choices were,
he didn't have a clue what choices he even had.  As they walked into the
elevator Paul put his arm around the lad's shoulder and pulled him into his
body.

"Don't be so serious son, just listen, ask questions and go with the flow.
Trust me on this one," Paul admonished.

Maney didn't want to trust any adults, but over all, since he left his home
ranch, the adults he had been interacting with were Okay.  Paul was sure
good to his word, at least so far.  He just smiled up and his new friend.
He knew Paul wanted him sexually, he could tell.  But Dr. Stum, so far at
least, had been rock solid to his word and never made any kind of move on
him.  He would trust him for now anyway.

Just as they were getting to the meeting room, a voice haled Paul from
behind them.  It was the lawyer.  Paul made a quick introduction and told
Maney to give the lawyer some money, any amount.  Maney handed him a fifty
and looked just a bit puzzled.

"You just gave me a retainer, that means you have hired me to represent you
and your interests.  It is the only contract a minor, someone under 18 can
make," Tim the lawyer told him.

Tim pulled them over to a corner. "We have a jurisdictional problem here.
Which I think we can solve. Thodberg told me you would not give up the name
of your friend back home.  From his state police sources he figures it is
this man."  He showed Maney a faxed photograph.  Maney tried not to react
but he did.

"You don't need to confirm, in fact I don't need to know one way or
another.  This man is a County Court Judge in your home county.  I am going
to call him and ask him to issue a secret court order, granting me your
temporary guardianship.  If he is the man it will make things easier, if
not I may need to do some hoop jumping," Tim explained.

"He is my friend but I told him I would never tell, I only ever knew his
first name," Maney said.

"And you didn't either, we figured it out, I will make sure he knows this.
Now lets go in before Social Services and the US Attorney arrive," Tim
said.

They got in the room with the psychologist, Sid, Thodberg, Tim, Paul and
Maney.  The lawyer Tim, called the Judge, due to the time differences he
was still at home.  Tim introduced himself, quickly explained what was
needed and where it was to be faxed.  Assured him Maney was well and safe.
What the Judge was asked for was just that, a temporary guardianship order,
made in secret to protect the identity of a minor aged witness in danger.
The Judge realized without anyone saying anything, this would mute any Mann
Act or Lindbergh Law concerns.  It was also an unspoken heads up for him to
dispose of or hide, any and all child oriented porn he may and likely did
have.  He should seal his copy of the order.  That was agreed to and Maney
got a few minutes on the phone with his former benefactor, promising to
call him later when things were more privet.

Once everyone assembled, Sid and Paul had little to say, the psychologist
and Thodberg quite a bit.  Psychologist outlined Maney's self esteem
problems and recommended continued weekly sections with him.  He explained
that Maney needed to be re-socialized to a more normal standard.  In
addition, he emphasized that for all his life, to date anyway, his major
emotional and intellectual interaction with others has been physical and
sexually based.  "That will not be unlearned in a day," he said turning to
Paul. "This will be a team effort."

Thodberg spoke about the nature of the legal problems Maney's family and
several County officials were in.  Now it was clear why the guardianship
thing and the US Attorney.  The word back from New Mexico was, several
agencies including Tribal police on the neighboring reservation, Children
Protective Services, themselves, FBI and DEA were all involved in one
aspect or another.  He did not want to speculate on where any of these
things were going but thought the FBI was most concerned about Kiddy Porn
and the DEA about non religious uses of things like Peyote.  New Mexico and
Tribal were more concerned with corrupt officials, and CPS the welfare of
the children.  His interest was strictly unofficial at this point but may
become official if some organized crime connection is established.

An envelope arrived from the Lawyer's office.  Tim huddled with Paul and
Maney.  "Maney, Paul told me you believe it would not be safe for you to go
back home and you were also concerned that you would be kidnapped and taken
back, if anyone knew where you were.  If you were taken back you would be
made to engage in illegal sexual activity.  Do I have that correct," Tim
asked?

"Yes that is correct," Maney passed his envelope to him.  Looking inside he
smiled and combined the papers, counted the money and wrote in his note
book and gave the photographs to Maney.

"The US Attorney and Social Services assistant director are due in here any
minute," Tim informed.

Sid looked over at Paul, they both smiled at each other. "I suggest you
leave all the talking to Paul and I, unless called upon.  That means you
too Maney.  We have our own proven way of dealing with these bureaucratic
idiots," Sid said.  Simon the psychologist and Thodberg realized from the
look of pleasure on the physicians faces, they were going to enjoy an
interesting performance.

There was a knock on the door and it opened.  Miss. Hanksmith the
Administrator entered, followed by a middle aged lady and a youngish man.
Both were well dressed in business clothing, his was complete with a bright
red power tie.  "I don't mean to interrupt your meeting.  Just want to
remind you to sign this young man out before you leave."  Miss, Hanksmith
was looking right at Paul.

"Would, if I could, but I can't Gwenith," Paul smiled.

"One of you must do that and I'm not just being bureaucratic."

"We can't sign him out because he was never signed in," Sid retorted.  The
two poor guests were obviously a bit embarrassed and were trying to quietly
take seats at the table.

"I saw him in the pedi. ward, what do you mean never signed in," Gwenith
responded.

"With all due respect Miss. Hanksmith, my client has never officially been
a guest of this fine establishment.  I think you will find that his name
does not appear anywhere in your records.  You will find a very large
donation from an educational scholarship fund to your operating budget,
which exceeds some expenses that lack any explanation," Tim said.

"Soy el requirer del fantasma" (I am a ghost walking), Maney added in a
kind of sarcastic tone.  The phrase has more and deeper meaning in his
Native American tradition.  None of the others realized that.

"In all seriousness Miss Hanksmith, for the young man's safety I must
insist that no official record of his presence in the Virgin Islands be
recorded" Tim added.  She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as an
indication of understanding.

"I warned you Lucille and fortunately for our sick children, these doctors
are one tough bunch," Miss Hawksmith said.

She departed and while the door was closing Paul rose and made
introductions.  Each one rose and passed out his business card to the
others.  When Tobias Sheer introduced himself Maney giggled.  Well Tobias
is not a common name.  To Mr. Sheer's credit he reacted with humor.
"Manfred? he giggled."  They both smiled.

"I like Maney."

"I like Toby."

"Who first or together?" Paul asked.

"I am not quite sure why I am here," Toby said?

"You are here to support my apprehension of his poor child," Lucille Watson
said.

Maney tugged on Tim's arm.  Tim bent over to tell him what apprehension, in
her social services context, was to mean.

"I think you brought the wrong reinforcements Mrs. Watson, you need a ghost
catcher not a lawyer to apprehend me."  Everyone else chuckled.  She glared
at him and Maney glared right back.

"I have it on good authority that this boy is a common street prostitute
and drug user, that was illegally brought into his Commonwealth, a clear
Mann Act violation," Mrs. Watson said.

Paul and Tim grabbed Maney before he could jump up or say anything.  Tim
held up his hand to stop everyone cold.  He slowly opened up his envelope
and pushed the guardianship papers across the table.

"Toby would you please read the documents before you, including the facing
letter.

"Dear Tim:

Further to our telephone conversation:

Your client, Manfred Mahn, is believed to be in serious danger.  This court
fears for his safety.  I have been shown sufficient evidence, from an
undercover investigator that brings into question the reliability of County
and State officials to protect him.  During an interview with the young man
he expressed a deep concern about his own safety.  He does not believe his
parents are in a position to adequately protect him.  The investigator
assured me State and Federal authorities are not yet in a position to act,
lay charges.  It appears that organized crime may also be involved.  The
local authorities are not yet ready to place him into a proper protection
program.  Still to many unanswered questions.

This young man has the potential to be a very valuable witness in a number
of cases with state and interstate implications.  I had made arrangements
for him to be escorted from New Mexico to St. Thomas.  His safety will now
rest with you, his new guardian.  This Order was made in secret and has
been sealed.  I am the only living person in New Mexico that know his
whereabouts."

He went on to read the Guardianship Order and the boy's Birth Certificate.

"Would you follow up with a summary of what you told us earlier Trogier,"
Tim asked.

"Yes of course ... since the local sherif has circulated Maney's
photograph, unofficially to other counties in New Mexico and Arizona, this
is an example, the implications are clear."

Tim spoke again. "Now as to your "good information", my client demands a
full and complete apology, you will beg and grovel for his forgiveness and
your department will immediately repair the damage done to its reputation
and certify Dr. Stum as a foster parent, placing," He looked at Paul for a
new name.  Paul whispered something to Maney and Maney whispered something
back.

"Eric Hoffman."

"Placing Eric Hoffman in his care under the normal fee schedule.  In
addition, you will see that Dr. Stum has all the necessary papers to
identify the boy as Eric Hoffman, his foster son.  I'm sure, as officers of
the court, Toby will be glad to help you, as will I."  Toby nodded his
agreement.  His eyes met Maney's again and both smiled at each other again.

"Would you make it Eric Timothy Hoffman please," Maney piped in.

Lucille did not want to apologize, after all no one countered her
allegations, they were just dismissed, but she did.  Eric was very gracious
and accepted her apology.  He seemed to sense which way the wind was
blowing and act accordingly.  Sid and Simon without saying anything much,
assured Lucille and Toby, that Eric was on the mend medically but not out
of the woods yet.  Social Services should expect some medical bills over
the next year.  Paul also reminded everyone about dental, orthodontic and
optical concerns.

"I know that just accepting a new child into your system and creating a new
and obviously false identity for him, is not a normal thing for Social
Services to do.  In effect, we are asking you to do the work of the Federal
Marshall's office, with little official paperwork and the suspension of
your normal administrative controls.  I think it best if you assign his
case to yourself.  Everyone in this room is bound by both ethical and legal
obligations, to act in the best interest of our client and Eric is that
client.  It is in his best interest that what has transpired here today,
remain privileged to us and us alone.  I can also assist you by
partitioning the court for a legal change of name and your department can
assist us, by supporting, as a friend of the court, that motion," Tim
added.

"I think that is all Okay but what do we do about school records," Lucille
asked?

"I will home school him just like I do Grant, and that will be at no added
expense to the Commonwealth," Paul said.

"I don't mean to be argumentative but when I checked you out, the
Department of Education has no record of Grant," Lucille replied.

"I would guess not, since he is registered in Montana's home school
program.  As to his progress, I don't know if you are aware how bright he
is but today, as we are meeting, he is challenging the grade six finals in
Harlowton.  I expect him to do very well."

"I thought Grant was only eight," Lucille said.

"Yes, nine in August.  Don't just take my word for it, check with
Dr. Gleghorn, he has been quizzing him on Gray's Anatomy since Christmas,"
Paul said.

"Are you sure that is the best thing for Eric?  What about social contact
with other children," Lucille asked?

"Yes, he and Grant will be close to the same level and I do hire a touter
anyway.  It also means they can spend as much time in Montana, on my
family's ranch and at Poseidondoro as they desire, not being tied to
someone else's schedule.  I provide my boys with as many opportunities for
social contact as they are able to manage.  Organized and unorganized
sports, youth clubs and so on.  You know about Grant's work here at the
hospital.  I think Simon will have a lot of input, that's his area of
expertise," Paul replied.

"Yes, it was the little deaf girl that made Gwenith into a believer.
Well," she looked at her watch, "I must run, more meetings yet today.
Perhaps you can work with Tim, Toby.  I will sign off on what ever you
gentlemen decide.  It was a pleasure to meet you Eric, just think of your
foster care as running away to join the circus."  She began packing her
briefcase.

"Yes thank you Mrs. Watson, I think there is more truth to that, than any
of us realize," Eric said.

Toby sure liked this boy.  He did not quite know why but there was just
something about him.  His eyes perhaps or his Chutzpah, maybe his poise.
He didn't know what it was.  He had never given any thought to adolescents
before, just an annoyance, but this lad... perhaps it was his mystery,
maybe that is what it was.

Eric knew immediately why, he was acting coy and just slightly shy with
Toby.  He had seen men like him before.  He knew it was the look of knowing
innocence in his eyes and his smooth slightly tan skin that attracted them.
He knew it was his sardonic half smile they responded to.  He imagined this
man playing with his body and he felt a tingling in his groin.  The same
tingling he felt with his judge friend.  The men that had helped him all
knew exactly who he was.  They all had seen his photo shoots and some his
porn movies.  They knew what he looked like, naked and exposed.  They all
loved him in their way, for his image.  His performance in their beds had
been his full out, no holds bared, raw sex.  This man would probably be the
same but he had not seen him naked and had no idea how he performed in bed.
This man was responding to him, the person, not him the idea or image.
Simon was right, he was a personable and likable person, he could make new
friends, ones that accepted him as he presented himself, for himself, not
for who they imagined he was.

All of these people were going to bat for him, taking risks for him.  He
knew none were doing it for sex.  He knew sex with any of them, except
perhaps Paul, was just not going to happen.  Well maybe Toby some day.  He
knew the effect he had on Paul's crotch.  He could see it.  He knew how
good it was to feel Paul's touch.  The tender but firm touch of your male
protector.  Paul's touch was a father's touch, the touch of assurance, not
sensuality like his biological fathers had always been.  He was sure Paul
could be sensual if he wanted to be and only if he wanted him to be.