Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2010 20:16:39 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 2

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

2 Getting to know each other

(returning to the story chronology)

As the Police boat pulled away from the dock Grant climbed up into Paul's
lap.  This was the first time Paul had seen the boy in any kind of real
clothing.  A Chicago Cubs T-Shirt and blue athletic shorts.  This was also
the first time the boy had seen Paul in anything at all.  He had seen him
in his Speedo when rescued but he was not paying any attention at that
point.  Paul had on brown cargo shorts and a light blue golf shirt.

"Why didn't you tell them I was alive?  Why did you call me P.G.?  What
does that stand for?  I'm not your son.  Where is Montana?  Those cops are
black, the men who killed my mom and dad were black, they had funny hair."
Grant paused for a breath.  "Are you really a doctor?  Are you rich?  Why
do all the rooms have pictures and statues of naked boys in them?  How come
you had these boys close, what happened to him?  I'm hungry."  Paul held up
his hand to stop the boy.

"Those are all good and logical questions.  I'm sure you have many more of
them too.  Lets do two things first.  Get out of these damn cloths and fix
us some food.  Then we can tackle your curiosity."

Paul set the boy on the floor and unfolded his 6' 4" frame, took the little
fellows hand and lead him into the bedroom.  Now this is not the only
bedroom in the house, just the one Paul uses.  The house or lodge as Paul
calls it, has six bedrooms all outfitted with several beds, except his
which has one.  In the room he dropped to his knees and began undressing
his boy, much as he had dressed him when the police boat had come into
view.  Paul liked to let his hands roam over the supple and smooth bodies
of his young, non medical charges.

This lad was different.  This lad was not a patient anymore and he was not
a trainee either.  He was his gift from the gods.  He was not about to let
this gift slip away from him.  This boy had reached into his soul and
captured his heart.  Paul would not readily or willingly give him up.  He
stood and removed his own clothing and held out his hands, smiling at the
toe headed lad.  Grant is very swift for his age, he immediately realized
what Paul was signaling.  He placed his small appendages into Paul's
massive paws.  Paul pulled him upward with his powerful shoulders.  Grant
leaped up in unison, clamping his legs around Paul's waist as Paul's arms
enveloped his small body, pressing it to his chest.  For the first time in
over two days Grant was giggling and smiling.

"Little one, as long as I can breath and stand, you will be safe.  I told
you earlier, you came to me as a gift from the gods and only they can take
you away."  Paul kissed the boy's forehead and cheeks.  He wanted to kiss
his lips but not yet.  This was not a trainee, a boy being prepared as
sexual companion for a male sponsor.  This was his boy, his son, his gift.
Sex between them, passion shared, would be at the boy's choice, place and
time, not his.  Grant pulled his arms around Paul's body and pressed his
face into his neck, his cheek against his shoulder.  Paul carried his boy
into the kitchen.  He could feel his small hard penis pressing into his
flesh as he walked across the large common room, through the dining room,
into the food preparation area.  He sat Grant on the granite topped serving
island. "Peanut Butter and Jelly?"

"With sliced bananas."

"Ok, with banana slices and a big glass of goat's milk."  Paul had as many
question for Grant as he had for him.  Paul knew if he just let the boy
talk and through in a few questions for clarification, he would learn
everything he needed.  He also knew that Grant trusted him completely, it
was Paul who pulled him from the ocean.

"Goat's milk, does it taste good?"

"It tastes Ok, and it is better for a boy on recovery, besides its all we
have, since I can't drink cows milk.  I'll mix it with some chocolate
sauce, how's that?"

"Sounds good to me bud, if you say it's good, it will be good."  Grant sat
on the counter which put his face a lot closer to Paul's chest.  His legs
were slightly spread so Paul could see is small foreskin covered penis.
Paul is circumcised.  As he worked he could see Grant inspecting his body,
which is a very nice body, well proportioned, massive, sculpted and deeply
tanned.  Every so often Paul would pass one on his hands across some
portion of the lad's body.  He wanted to pay a lot more attention to the
boy's crotch but resisted until invited.  Grant seemed to like being
touched and would sometimes giggle a bit, if the spot was a touch ticklish.
Paul frequently reached over and kissed the boy on the cheek or forehead.
At first he seemed a bit surprised but by the third or fourth kiss just
smiled, understanding this was just Paul's way.

The lad was just a bit confused.  His biological father had never been this
affectionate toward him, that he remembered anyway.  His mother would
cuddle him and kiss him but that's what moms do.  He had seen other mothers
treating their children like that.  This man was like his mom and his dad
combined.  There were times in his young life when he had been afraid.  His
father would be gentle and rational, his mother was comforting but this man
was something else.  Grant never felt so safe or secure as he did in Paul's
presence.  As long as Paul was close by, he wasn't afraid of anything.

"Hop down little man and help me carry this stuff to the table."  Grant was
again surprised.  He was never allowed to just jump on and off counters at
home and never on the Jennifer.  Of course he was never allowed to go naked
before either.  Hop he did, smiling and giggling as his little penis
flopped around.  Grant wondered if Paul would address his questions or just
ignore them, like most adults.

"So how is the chocolate goat's milk?"  Paul was having black coffee.

"I like it but I like chocolate milk."  Paul had mixed up a large pitcher
of milk, made four sandwiches and placed a large basked of fruit on the
table.  He wanted Grant to eat as much quality food as he wanted and he
wanted him to eat five or six times a day, just less at each sitting.
Living where they do, things like fluoridated water are just not available,
so he would make sure Grant and himself had supplements to supply all the
vitamins and minerals needed.  He would need Grant's medical records, if he
had any.  Paul was making a plan.  He needed to get on the Jennifer.

"I need to ask you all kinds of questions but first ...  I didn't tell them
you were alive for two or three reasons.  One, if your parent's murders
think you are dead they will have no reason to look for you.  If they know
you are alive and could possibly identify them, you are in danger or they
will run.  This way they won't run and the cops have a better chance of
catching them.  If I showed you pictures of suspected persons do you think
you could pick them out?"

"Yes I think so.  The one fellow's name was Kimo and the other DMX, he had
the funny hair in little braids."

"You mean dreadlocks.  Were they both black?"

"Yes, it was almost dark but I think so."  Paul was making notes.

"Did you get the name of their boat?"

"No, but it was a long liner like the Jennifer."

"That's good, do you think you would recognize it again if you saw it?"

"I think so."

"Do you have any other relatives?"

"My mom has two sisters but I don’t know them very well and my dad
has a brother but I don't like my uncles, they all live in Alabama some
place.  Your not thinking to sending me to live with them are you, please
don't..."  Paul could see the terror in the boy's eyes.

"No way bud.  The cops would have no choice since you are an orphan, either
that or a foster home.  I however, do have a choice and I choose for you to
stay with me.  What do you choose?"

"I don't want to go with people I don't know or don't like.  I want to be
with you Paul."  His eyes were starting to form tears and his voice was
trembling.  Paul reached out and touched the boy's shoulder with is left
hand.

"With me it is son.  One thing you should know about me though, when I give
my word I keep it."  Grant wiped the tears away with the back of his little
hand and smiled.

"The most important reason is you are a gift from the gods, little boy.  I
always wanted a son and here you are.  You came to me bobbing like a cork,
escorted by a pod of dolphins."

"You mean those dolphins were real, I thought they were a dream.  I could
hear them in the night and once in a while I thought one would brush up
against me but I figured it was a dream.  Then I thought you were a dream
too until you held me and kissed me.  Then I knew you were real."

"You see son, you are a gift from the ocean."

"I see you are a gift from the ocean too, dad."  Grant said dad with some
hesitation in his voice.  Paul beamed back with a lighthouse bright smile.
Grant knew everything would be right from now on.

"I called you P. G. because I did not want to let them know your name was
Grant, not right then anyway and it was the best I could come up with."

"What does the P stand for?"

"P for Paul, G for Grant."

"Am I a junior?"

"No you are Paul Grant Stum the Third, but we will call you Grant, since I
am called Junior by my father.  Is that Ok?"  Grant didn't answer but
jumped up and through his arms around Paul's neck and kissed him several
time twice on the lips.  Then he stood a few feet away from Paul, with his
feet spread about 18" apart and his hands on his hips.  Not really on his
hips, he didn't have any that you could see but where they are supposed to
be.  He looked at Paul.

"Paul Grant Stum the Third.  Well I kind of like the sound of that.  Do I
have aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins?"

"No, just a grandfather named Paul Allan Stum the First.  I had no brothers
or sisters and dad never married, so its just the three of us.  We do have
lots of friends and shirt tail relatives."

"Is that why this house is so big when friends and shirttails come to
visit?"

"Well partly that's why and partly because it was big when I purchased it
and partly because of my hobby, which I will explain later."  Paul held out
his left hand and the boy moved in as the hand slipped around him pulling
Grant into his body for a hug.  "I love you little boy ... lets go find a
more comfortable chair shall we."  Paul sat in his favorite leather chair,
which leaned back and put his feet up on the footstool.  Grant climbed into
his lap leaning against his man, as Paul's arms engulfed the lad.  Paul's
penis now fully erect poked up between Grant's legs like a one eyed
mushroom.  Grant giggled at the sight but nothing was said.  Paul was
pleased, as the boy's smooth legs clamped on his erection.

"Now you should know some things about my past and your new past.  People
will ask you stuff and you need to know the answers.  Montana is a large
state in the northern part of the lower 48, just below Canada.  I grew up
on a large cattle and horse ranch, in the south central part of Montana.
Near the town of Harlowton."

"Is that where I used to live?"  "The boy catches on to this game very
fast," Paul thought.

"Yes, all you need to say is, hot in the summer, cold and sometimes lots of
snow in the winter."

"Do I have my own horse?"

"No, but you have your own pony."

"What's its name, boy or girl, what color, I don't know how to ride, but
VI's don't need to know that, do they?"

"Well let me see."  Paul was pressing numbers into his satellite phone.
"Dad, Junior."  Grant pressed his head against Paul's shoulder.

"Well its good to hear your voice too ... I know but it has been quite busy
here the past few days ... Yes I know, why don't you come for a visit ... I
have a little surprise for you which may change your mind ..." Paul said in
a sing song voice.  Grant was giggling as he could hear both sides of the
conversation.  The kid was smart, he realized from Paul's tone of voice and
the twinkle in his eye he should play this little game too. "I want you to
meet your grandson, Paul Grant Stum the Third."  Now Grant was giggling so
loud even grandpa could hear him.

"You are serious Junior aren't you, that’s not a little surprise
but one hell of a big shock, is that him giggling, sitting on your lap, I
bet just the way you sat on mine."

"No not quite, we are naked, you and I always had those white Jockey briefs
on, remember."  Paul Sr. chuckled and Paul handed the hand set to Grant.

"Hi sir, this is Paul Grant Stum the Third, I'm eight years old, blond
hair, blue eyes, a button nose ..." now he was giggling as Paul was
tickling him.  "I love to travel the ocean blue and if my dad doesn't stop
tickling me I may have to bit him."  Paul stopped tickling and moved to
fondling his little boyhood.  Although if the kid wanted to bit his nipples
that would be all right.  This was better, in that the kid did not squirm
or giggle he just smiled at the pleasant feeling in his crotch.  "Everyone
calls me Grant.  Uh sir, dad said I had a pony but I need to ask you its
name and color."

"He did now did he, well son, first you should not call me sir, fancy
titles will go to my head you know, how about gramps?"

"Gramps it is, gramps."

"Right now we have about a hundred horses and four hundred head of cattle
but no ponies.  Let me see, a rancher I know has a Welsh A foal colt, rhone
with white stockings, just a few days old."  Grant's eyes were as big as
silver dollars as gramps talked.

"Can I name him Dolphin?"

"Sure you can.  I will go over and buy him for you this afternoon, but you
must promise to come to Montana just as soon as possible to take care of
him."

"I promise to come as soon as dad can bring me."  The conversation went on
for a few minutes.  Paul took over again and outlined for dad how Grant
came to be with him.

"A gift from Poseidon you say.  Your sure about his son?"

"Were you sure when you took me in?"

"I was sure from the first time I saw you son, I think you were about three
days old."

"I didn't know that.  Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Paulie there are lots of things you don't know."  Paul Senior had not
called him Paulie since he was just a little kid, come to think of it about
Grant's age.  "Look dad I'm 30 now, don't you think its about time to
share?"

"It is son but not over the telephone.  I will when you visit with my
grandson.  I need to start spoiling him you know.  You have no idea how
proud I am of you Junior.  Not that I wasn't always proud of you but now
even more so.  I take it I should not announce this to our neighbors but
just let them find out when you arrive."

"Yes, we need to get the story straight otherwise the tongues will be
wagging like even you won't believe."

"Ok, give my boy a big kiss for me and come as soon as you can."

"Paulie?"  Grant looked quizzically at Paul.

"Grantie?"  Grant shook his head no, he obviously didn't like that idea.

"My mother liked Paulie, I never could stop her from it, but I did manage
to get everyone else to just use Paul.  Parents can get away with shit like
that but dads are usually more cooperative than mothers."

"Well where is my kiss?"  Paul planted a good one on his lips then he
planted a second one this time forcing his tongue into the lad's mouth.
"That's two."

"The first one was from Grandpa, the second from me."

"I think I like yours better.  Can I do it?"  Grant didn't hesitate for an
answer he kissed Paul's lips pressing his little tongue into his dad's
mouth.  Paul held him tight and pressed back and they played tongue tag for
what seemed like a long time.  While this was going on Paul had his hand on
the boy's penis and began pressing his index finger against his perineum.

"Lets go look at some books and maps, you should know what a Welsh A pony
looks like and where Montana is, don't you think."  In the
office-library-study stood a marble statue of a boy, about Grant's size.
It was anatomically perfect, life sized and Grant was drawn to it like a
moth to a flame.  He studied the work or art, touched it all over, touched
himself, examined it, examined himself; "his penis is bigger than mine."

"Not by much and he is probably a little older, you will grow."

"Is that my dad or my doctor talking?"

"Your doctor and your dad."  Paul motioned for Grant to come to him.  Grant
stepped up in front of Paul who dropped to one knee.  Paul reached out and
fondled Grant's penis and scrotum.  "Your doctor pronounces you normal for
a boy your age.  Your dad pronounces you a most desirable boy, one he likes
to fondle and kiss."  Paul kissed Grant on the lips and they played more
tongue tag.  Paul did not removed his hand from the boy's crotch but
continued to fondle the lad, playing his fingers over the penis, pulling
the foreskin back and tickling his scrotum, while they looked at the books
and maps.  Grant was impressed but he did not have any idea how far away
Montana was.  Paul showed him pictures of the ranch and his dad.

Grant saw something through the window and ran over picked up Paul's
binoculars and looked out into the bay.  Paul could see the kid's attention
had been attracted by the dolphins playing in their usual place, just to
the seaward side of the floating, diving platform.  The house is in a bay,
on the northern side of Thatch Cay, just east of Bull Point.  Further west
along the north coast is some of the best scuba diving anywhere.

"Come on dad lets go, they want me to come and play."  Paul shrugged his
shoulders and follow the boy who was on a dead run down the hill and onto
the small sandy beach.  Grant plowed right into the water and began
swimming toward the raft.  That answered one of Paul's questions, the boy
could swim and he could swim very well.  He was no match for Paul's
powerful strokes and Paul was quickly up with Grant and slightly ahead.
Paul boosted Grant onto the raft and pulled himself up. "Ladders are for
wimps," he thought.  Grant was besides himself with excitement, the
dolphins were jumping and playing with each other making all kinds of
noises.  Grant was giggling and squealing with delight.  The squeals seemed
to get the mammals attention.  Grant squealed again the they called back.
"Can I swim with them?" Not hesitating for an answer Grand dove into the
blue water.  Suddenly he came flying out high into the air laughing and
squealing.  One of the juveniles had come up underneath him and flipped in
right out of the water.  Several juveniles were breaching the surface and
jumping right over Grant and back into the water.  The largest juvenile
flipped Grant several more time.  As he swam around, each juvenile came up
to him and gently brushed against his body and several rubbed their heads
against his crotch.  Grant was delighted.  Paul was delighted too but he
was also just a bit worried, part of being in parent mode.  Most of the
adult dolphins swam around about 50 feet or so away, as if on patrol.
"Like the human adults at the playground," Paul thought.  "Like me sitting
on the raft, watching the children play."

"Will they come back again?  Do you think they were the dolphins that
stayed with me during the night?  I should thank them.  How can I do that?"

"I'm sure they will little man.  That pod is always around here some place.
I know they are the pod that stayed with you, I recognize several of the
them.  I think you already thanked them by swimming with them.  It is
always good to have animal friends.  I see them most days, usually playing
in the wake of our boat."

"What boat, that little thing?"  Grant was pointing to the runabout tied up
at the quay.

"No, not that skiff, our cabin cruiser the "Niño del Muchacho", it is in
Charlotte Amalie.  Here, let me put some sun screen on your body before you
burn, especially those most tender parts" Grant lay on his tummy and Paul
spread the SF 35 over his back paying close attention to his round little
bubble butt.  His fingers making sure to encounter the lad's anus and
perineum.  Grant had to take care of dad.  He inspected every inch of his
man, as his little hands worked over this large male.

"Niño del Muchacho, Boy Child, no sabía que usted habló español." (I
didn't know you spoke Spanish)

"Si, bastantes tomo el cuidado de mis pacientes." (I do, enough to treat my
patients.)  In the morning, my staff will pick us up and we will hold
clinics in Coral Harbor and Cruz Bay; overnight in Charlotte Amalie, the
next several days I have hospital duties.  Then we come here for a few
days, via Coral Harbor and Curz Bay again.

Paul got as much history from Grant as the boy could provide.  He did not
know much about shots or things like that.  He had never been in school
either, his mother had taught him how to read and write.  The child would
need clothing, it is great to be nude in the confines of his privet island
retreat but that is not a full time option.  Paul figured he needed a
dentist and probably an orthodontist in a few years.

Paul does a lot of traveling, his non VI patients are men's boys, including
those he has trained; he is also an expert in treating Kallmann's Syndrome.
He has developed a treatment regimen that aids in the more normal
development of syndrome patient’s gentile growth.

Paul wanted to do all kinds of fun stuff with his son.  He wanted to swim
and go fishing and hiking and well show him everything in the world that
was fun to do.  Not only was this boy to be his son but he would be his
apprentice in the old Greek meaning.  He would teach him how to be a man,
all the joys and responsibilities of being gay or bisexual.  However the
day was almost gone, unlike Montana.  In the spring the days are not much
longer here, they are more or less the same length year around and what's
more there is no long lingering twilight but the sun drops off in the west
and bingo it is dark, as Montana is with no lights around, dark.

Since they are on an otherwise uninhabited, small and steep sided island
everything or almost everything, must be brought in.  Even though this is a
fully functional echo house, with solar and wind battery chargers, solar
hot water heaters, propane for cooking, refrigeration and electrical
generation, etc. it sometimes is a pain in the ass.

Earlier in the day Paul had pulled some prime Black Angus beef steaks from
the freezer.  He would make them on the propane barbecue, along with fresh
vegetables and rice.

"How hungry are you little man?"

"I'm so starved, I could eat a whole cow, big man."  Paul held up a large
Porterhouse stake that ran about a pound.  "Wow, that is the whole cow."

"Well its not a cow but it is beef.  Your grandpa raises some of the best
beef steers in Montana.  Better not call it a cow around him."  Paul
laughed.  Grant just smiled.  The kid did a good job on the steak too,
eating over half of it.  Paul couldn't finish one by himself either but
with the left overs he could make a good steak and eggs breakfast.

Fresh water is a premium on this island.  The massive roof collected
rainwater that filled a large underground cistern.  In addition, up on the
hill was an ingenious solar condenser system that worked on a syphon
system.  The evaporating water created a partial vacuum that pulled more
sea water up into it, the condensed water ran down to cisterns below sea
level.  The wind mill pumped water from them to standpipes up hill from the
house. That water was stored in large tanks (stand pipes), up hill from the
house, providing drinking water, water for dishes and baths by gravity.
The rain water cistern provided water for toilets, baths and laundry.  That
did not mean water must not be conserved, it was.  All the gray water went
to irrigate the garden; the toilets were low volume models and went to a
septic system that irrigated fruit trees after percolating through a sand
filter.

They ate on the huge screened in verandah that runs along the front of the
house.

"You asked if we were rich earlier today. I think you should know the
answer is yes, by most standards.  I make a lot of money in my non VI
practice and my share of the ranch pays good money too.  One of the things
I do is train boys."

"What do you train them for?"

"I train them to be boy companions for men.  Some men are boy lovers, they
prefer boys to other human companions.  Both the men and the boys need to
be properly trained or instructed for that relationship to be as rewarding
as possible.  Some men are knowledgeable and can do it themselves.  Lots
are not or don't have the time, so they bring the boy here and they also
spend some time here too.  You will see but I do not have any of those
clients booked for at least a year."

"Is that why all the pictures and art work showing boys?"

"Partly, it makes them feel more comfortable, how do you feel about it?"

"I like it.  I get the feeling that boys are very important here, that we
are special."

"You are right, boys are special here, boys are special to me and you are
most special of all."  Paul leaned over and kissed him.  "I think all
children are special that is why I specialized in pediatrics but boys in
the 14 to 16 age range are my favorite, except for my son who is most
special to me at any age."  He kissed him again.

"Is that why you like me to be naked, to look at my body?"

"Yes partly.  I like being naked too you know.  I want all the trainees
here to feel comfortable being naked, so it is part of that."

"Do you train them to have sex with the men like some of the pictures in
those books?"

"Yes again, part of it.  I train them in hygiene, deportment and manors,
grooming, behavior and sex.  I teach them how to have good quality sex with
their men.  Sex is important in forming the man-boy bond.  That bond almost
always leads to life long relationships that are as strong or stronger then
biological relationships.  Do you understand what I am saying?"

"I think so.  Will you and I have a sexual relationship?"

"We will, if and only if you want one.  Remember, I love you for you Grant
the person, not Grant the boy body.  You captured my heart the moment I
looked into your eyes.  You are my son, my gift from the gods and you will
be loved and cherished, sex or no sex.  If we, you and I, share a sexual
relationship, I think we will both like the result.  If you choose no, we
will still both like the result."

"Do you and your dad have sex?"

"Yes, but we didn't at first.  It took me a long time to make that decision
and at first my dad was very hesitant.  I knew he loved me and I loved him
but it just took us a while to express that love in a sexual way."

"Will he want sex with me?"

"I don't know, but if he does he will never say or act on that desire.  If
you and dad do anything more than kiss, it will be because you want to.  He
may not want sex with you.  That would not be any kind of rejection, one
does not need sex to love.  I don't think he is a boy lover like me."

"Do you want sex with me?"

"Yes son, I do, but not until you are ready, if ever.  I will never force
myself on you and I only want sex as an expression of love."

"But you saved my life, I owe you?"

"No, you do not owe me.  That is exactly the wrong reason for sex between a
man and a boy.  I save lots of lives as a doctor.  I saved your life
because it was the right thing to do and I had the means to do it.  We love
in many ways, most of those do not involve sex."  Grant got up and pushed
against Paul.

"I love you too dad in many ways and I don't know about sex all that much.
I sure like it when you touch my body especially my crotch.  I sure like it
when we "french" kiss, it sends shivers up and down my spine.  I want to do
the things those boys are doing in the pictures with you.  I guess I want
you to teach me to be your boy, as well as your son."

"That is a good reason.  Sex between adults and children or between any two
people, must never be from obligation or fear or power.  Those are the
wrong reasons."

The Niño del Muchacho will arrive early so they would need a good night's
sleep.  Paul put on the TV for Grant and prepared his papers and other
stuff, he rounded up the boy's clothing, found some books and magazines he
might enjoy, pulled out his old, now spare laptop and some game disks and
cleaned up the kitchen.  About an hour before bed he showed Grant the first
of a series of training films he used.  This was kind of an introduction
for the boy and the man into the world of boy-man sex.  Mostly it talked
about the man-boy relationship and how it is expressed in privet and in
public.  Paul showed Grant how to clean his penis and his bowels.  They
crawled into bed with Grant laying on Paul's chest.  One happy boy and one
very happy man, quickly drifted off to sleep.