Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 17:00:27 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 9

Red
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Just in from my science news service: "They found 4,569 children were
hospitalized in the U.S. in 2006 due to serious abuse; 300 of these
children died. Children in their first year of life were at highest risk,
of being hospitalized, making up 58.2 per 100,000 children in this age
group."  The they are: John M. Leventhal, Kimberly D. Martin and Julie
R. Gaither. Using US Data to Estimate the Incidence of Serious Physical
Abuse in Children. Pediatrics, 2012 DOI: 10.1542/peds.2011-1277

As a fiction author I make up stuff all the time.  Sometimes it is based in
reality and some times just conjured up.  Russell's situation and his story
was and is, just conjured up.  I had no idea this many children were being
hospitalized annually due to abuse.  Given the size of our population it is
truly a small number and our society is not doing all that bad a job.  Then
one is left to wonder how many are abused but not quite badly enough to get
hospitalized? No danger of us fiction writers being put out of business, is
there?

9: Levy

On New Year's Eve the Smiths hosted a big party.  Mom called it an open
house.  Freda had Russ go all around the neighbourhood, a couple of days
after Christmas, putting flyers in all the neighbour's mailboxes.  Of
course the O'Keefe's, Judge Carter, the Jensen's, Horwood's and Jessica's
family were all invited.  Les called it their Annual Levy.  Russ had no
idea what that was to mean, so he looked it up.  It had nothing to do with
a party as far as he could make out.  The closest thing was the old meaning
of raising an army.  Then it struck him, a call to arms is a call to
service, a call to a party was just a more peaceful kind of the same thing.

The house was full of visitors, most of whom Russ already knew but there
were lots he didn't.  Most of Les' staff and associates he had met but not
their families and so on.  Many university people came; mostly all new to
him.  Sheila of course felt she had to stand by her boy and protect him
from all the other girls.  Freda and Lorraine thought that was very funny.
Russ felt just a bit cramped but what could he do.

He was the youngest and therefore hosting the other children fell squarely
on his broad shoulders.  Sheila was not completely daft.  Many of the
children around her and Russ' ages were girls and many of them quite nice
looking too.  They were the only red heads but that aside, pretty is
pretty.

Sheila was most interested in Russ' new necklace.  It wasn't like her gift,
made special, just for her but it was very nice.  She immediately began to
ask questions about why Kos and Eric had the exact same thing.  Russ was
not keen on making up some kind of story so he just told her that dad had
given them to his sons.  She noticed Nancy didn't have one.  Eric told her
he spent so much time with the Smiths when he was younger, growing up, that
Uncle Les just included him too.  That seemed to mostly satisfy her.  Russ
figured she suspected it had some other meaning but kept that suspicion to
herself.

Nancy and Simon took this occasion to announce their wedding, which would
be in the fall.  This was much to everyone's satisfaction except Freda.
She, of course wanted to be in the middle of the planning and organizing
and that was just not going to be, since they would not be returning until
the end of September.  Aunt Margo, who had some experience at this already,
would fill in for her little sister.  Russ overheard Fred telling Ed
Carter, from his experience, either sister was quite capable of
complicating whatever Nancy and Simon had in mind.  They both laughed about
it.  Russ wanted to laugh too but thought better of it and decided to
pretend he didn't have a clue what the older men were talking about.

Sheila of course thought this was just so exciting.  You could see she
wanted to somehow be included.  This puzzled Russ; he could not understand
the female fascination with weddings.  Russ did his best not to get her
hopes up too high, pointing out that they were both too young for the
wedding party and too old for Flower Girl or Ring Bearer.  The down side of
Russ' little present was Sheila's belief that she must be his only love.
She was the only girl he loved but Russ loved his brother even more.  Now
if he had been sharing his body with her, the way he shared with Kos, that
might not be the case, but he wasn't.

School started up the first Monday in January for the primary and secondary
students.  The university didn't resume until the 15th.  That gave Kos time
to complete his commissions.  Ganymede was progressing very well.  Russ
would come into the studio every day to check the progress.  He was very
pleased with what he saw.  It was his body that was for sure with long
blond hair and blue eyes too.  Not his face, that was for sure and not his
penis either; close but not quite the same as BIM.  It was his butt, his
shoulders, and his legs; there was no doubt in his mind.  The face was as
promised, not quite like anyone in the community.  It was a generic face.
The lips were full and quite bow shaped and the cheeks just a little fuller
than most of the boys around and so on.

"He is almost as beautiful as I am."

"I was hoping to make him more beautiful, but I guess nature still has one
up on this painter."

"How is that possible?  I mean how could you possibly make him more
beautiful than I am?"

"Beauty, my little man, is in the eye of the beholder.  To me you are the
most beautiful boy in the world.  We already know that Sheila thinks you
most beautiful in the city.  We both know and love you, and that perhaps
places a bit of bias in our judgements."

Russ was pressing his body into Kos and kissing him but now was not the
time.  They would just have to hold off until Mom went to bed.

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

Ganymede did not get returned from the framers until after Les and Freda
headed back to London.  On the following Saturday, Cass and his committee
showed up, boys in tow and check in hand.  The boys immediately adjourned
to the recreation room for some fun and games, while the adults did their
business.  The acceptance of the painting was quick.  Kos entered it into
his small but growing resume, indicating that it was purchased by an
anonymous commissioner.  When all was said and done, Kos made a very
handsome sum.  Even after paying Russ, the framer and for the materials,
his take was greater than his entire income from the previous year.  He did
have to work very hard to produce it, at least he was paid commensurate
with the effort.

Several of the committee members, including Cass, commissioned Kos to make
photo portraits of themselves and their respective boys.  They assured Kos
that other members would surely follow in the coming months.  Kos would
rent a proper studio camera for the jobs.  One of the committee members
offered to organize a weekend photo shoot, to minimize the expense and
organizational hassle.

At that point the committee called the boys up and departed, leaving Cass
and Amos with Kos and Russ.  Cass asked if they might sit and talk a bit,
which Kos quickly agreed to, inviting them into the living room...

"Kos, Amos and I have been admiring your necklaces.  They are very
tasteful.  Do they have some symbolic meaning?"

"Yes, in fact they do and they come with a story, of course.  The pattern
was taken from an ancient Greek gymnasium and symbolize the man-boy love
relationship shared by Russ and myself."  Cass smiled while Amos slipped in
next to Russ, for a closer inspection.

"They are very lovely and I can see how they would do that.  Is it
membership or ownership?"

"Membership, they are equal in every respect and Russ' comes with extra
links that can be added as he grows."

"I know Amos wants to ask all kinds of questions but he is not permitted to
do so.  One important part of our society's principles forbids it.  Almost
everything we do is on a first name only basis and any personal details of
the members, that we must share, is very closely guarded."

"I think you need to get to the point Cass," Amos admonished.  This was the
first time that Kos or Russ became aware of their non formal relationship,
even if only by hint.

"Okay Amos, I think you and Russ would make great members of our society.
As you already know, it is very secretive but it does have a public face.
In short, to be a member takes a considerable amount of vetting.  A good
part of that you and Russ have already been through.  The men pay quite
stiff annual fees and like a country club, has high initiation fees.  Boys
pay nothing.  Usually the man brings the boy but a few boys come on their
own, well not on their own but unsponsored and we find them a man.  Right
now we have one boy who needs a man.  Not the point here."

Cass went on for some time telling Kos about the philosophy, rules, events,
meetings and non financial obligations.  For a stock broker he managed to
give more detailed information than would be expected.

"You see, if you decided to join, we will make sure you sell enough
portraits to pay your initiation fees.  I think they will be very popular,
and we can make that guarantee."

In the other part of the room, on the love seat Amos was lobbying Russ,
with a full court press.  The boy had to want membership as much as the man
and Amos was making sure that Russ understood that and wanted that.  He
knew already, if the boy really wants something, his man will make it
happen.

"I see, besides the committee, who else is in the society?"

"It is made up of many different men in the community.  I would guess half
of whom you probably know in one way or another, that is the best I can do.
One thing you should know, except for the committee, everyone will treat
you as if a total stranger and you would them on first meeting, even if
they already know you socially or in business.  The boys are more or less
the same, outside our official functions, no recognition of any other
member, as a member, is ever given.  That is not to say they don't interact
or share classes or clubs.  Some are good buddies and friends.  It is like
having a split personality.

One more thing, in the Ganymede Society we usually lose the boys at about
18 and their men too, almost all of us come back as men by the time we are
30 or so."  Kos realized that Cass was telling him he had been a boy
member.

"Well this all seems too good to be true but I'm sure it is.  You said
earlier that you had a boy with no man."

"Yes, one of our members has two sons; the younger has no man.  Usually
that is taken care of by men who only have daughters or have not found a
non family boy, so a spare boy or two is easily accommodated but...  I know
that committee has been searching, the spare men are getting too old, or
are employed outside the community, moved, not available for that special
relationship.  The recent graduates are just not in a financial and time
position or are students and so on, just not possible."

"Would you be willing to look outside for a suitable candidate?"

"Yes, do you have someone in mind?"

"Yes, my cousin who was my man, as I am Russ'.  I know he is established,
six years older than me and how much he enjoys Russ.  Would you consider
both of us at the same time?"

By now Russ and Amos were kissing and holding each other.  Something that
generated smiles from Kos and Cass.

"Give me his first name and contact number and one of the committee will
get in touch with him to start the vetting process.  All you tell him is,
someone will introduce himself from the SFC Society."

Kos looked puzzled for he knew the SFC was a very exclusive club, out by
the Golf Course.

"The SFC is our public face, I guess, I forgot to mention that earlier.
Men whose boys have grown up usually shift their attention to that side of
things.  We are all members of the SFC and as long as we have boy members,
part of the Ganymede's.  The SFC part covers all of the indirect operating
costs: buildings, lodgings, travel and stuff like that.  In return we
encourage them to share many of our social activities, participate in many
of their sports and so on."

Kos could see this was going to take some time, so he suggested the boys go
up to Russ room and play.  He offered snacks and drinks to everyone and so
on.

"The SFC has about 40 rooms that are available to the members, for a very
low fee.  That is important to many members, who unlike yourself... The
dining room is first class, as is the lounge.  Boys are not permitted in
the lounge.  The entire place is smoke free, except for the "Cigar Room",
which is also off limits to the under aged... The initiation fee is paid
into a trust account, which is used as an endowment... your annual fees are
to the SFC as are the room, bar and food charges.  The boys put on all
kinds of shows and entertainment for the members.  What ever talent a boy
shows is encouraged and fostered.  The same goes for academics, sports or
just what ever.  The older members make sure the boys have a full range of
sporting experiences: fishing, hunting, games, swimming and so on.  We are
very much in the old Greek tradition of developing the mind and body to its
fullest."

Cass explained how most things worked in the organization.  They meet two
times a week, one evening and on Saturday when they do things as a group,
mostly sports, arts so on.  The members have access 24/7 and can book
private rooms or use the dining or sports facilities, any time at all.
Some of the activities will happen between meeting nights, team sports,
swimming for example or entertainment rehearsals.  The boys often put on
plays and musical variety performances.  Almost all the coaching, teaching
or supervision is provided by the older men.  They also provide
transportation for the boys, if their man is not able.  Yes, they would
hope Kos would help in the art lessons area.  The man-boy pairs are not
required to always be together, so it works like the YMCA in some ways.
For a few pairs, they are only ever together at the club.  In some ways it
is like the old British clubs.

While Kos and Cass talked in the living room, Russ and Amos were naked on
Russ' bed inspecting each other's body and testing each other's sexual
skills.  Russ learned, in addition to sports of all kinds, groups like
chess were common, lots of music and play acting, art of course.  Most of
the men purchased all the boy's clothing from Boy Fashions in Cleveland.
While he couldn't tell him much about the Ganymedes, he repeated several
times, the boys were all treated as little princes.  "The older men, you
know the grandfathers, will give us anything we want for a kiss on the
cheek and a little crotch feel, which we would gladly give for the asking.
Last summer one of the 14 year olds wanted to ride a horse, so Earl, he is
about 90, took him on his private jet to Arizona for three weeks, at a real
dude ranch; since his man couldn't get away that long or probably afford
it, either."

Sex between the boys was totally permitted while sex between the boy and
his man is between themselves.  Sex between men was at their option but sex
between a boy and another member, not his man, was discouraged and only at
the option of the boy with permission of his man.  Cass suggested some of
the men and boys would share or trade and some of the rooms were double, so
once the door was closed who knows.

Amos told Russ, a few times he and Cass shared a room with another pair so
Cass and the man could fuck each other.  "They put quite a show on for
us... we put one on for them too."

The complex is quite large.  It had originally been built as a hotel and
had been added on to since.  It has a ball room with a stage, a dining room
that could seat 80, a lounge, a reading room, a TV room, a small museum,
offices, some meeting and class rooms, courts, pool, hot tub-sauna,
etc. and the Ganymede room, was in the basement.  It is very large and very
well appointed.  Summer and winter sports are all supported, and every
interest, physical or intellectual is fostered.

The place is completely run and staffed by the members.  Once a man's boy
has graduated he is expected to contribute by being a coach or instructor,
serving food, cleaning and so on.  Many of the staff are part time, those
young men over 18 but not yet established with their own boys.  Everyone is
well paid and that is the main financing medium for many students.

The SFC also offers a variety of support groups, concealing, medical, legal
and financial services, to members.  In addition, the members can store or
keep any kind of sporting equipment in secured, insured, storage lockers or
the locked firearm room.

What he didn't talk about was the post adolescent and educational support
given to the "graduates".  These people were the monied class in this city.
Graduates were brought into the firms, businesses, practices, what ever
that matched their interests and abilities, as much as possible.  Cass may
not have realized it and no one ever talked about it, it just was the way
it was.  Cass' father is a building contractor but Cass' man, was his
maternal uncle, who is like Cass, a stock broker.  While his younger cousin
was his dad's boy and now his 2 IC in the building business.  Several other
middle management men in both firms were Ganymede graduates too.

...................  This was a big decision for both Kos and Russ.  They
didn't need the society Kos figured.  Russ was not quite sure either but he
realized it offered some real long term benefits and since meeting
attendance was not required...  They did not need the facilities to be
together, like some other pairs would need.  This they discussed, in bed
that night.  Kos was making an effort to be neutral and to let Russ make
the decision.  He knew that Russ would agree with anything he suggested,
from pure loyalty if nothing else.  He knew he would grant any desire Russ
had, if it was within his power, such was his depth of feeling for the boy.
It seemed every time they made love, it strengthened their bond.  That was
one difference between him and Eric.  They plateaued early and just coasted
along until today.  With Russ, it was different.  Kos needed him in his
life, at his side, sex aside.  The sex was just another dimension between
them, something that just seemed to grow and grow.  They both knew this was
the real thing.  This they knew, because neither one took even the
slightest advantage of the other.

"Russ honey, I think we should sleep on it and give our answers in the
morning."  Russ giggled

"Like in the Meat Loaf Song on dad's Bat Out Of Hell, CD.  'Let me sleep on
it, let me sleep on it, I'll give you the answer in the morning'."

"Yes something like that.  Hey, what do you know about finding 'paradise by
the dashboard lights,' anyway?"  Now they were both laughing.  "It's not
like making out in a car but, Russ baby, I need you in me."

"Oh master, I know you will love me forever and I'll never be waiting for
the end of time to end my time with you."  Russ clamped his mouth on Kos'
and began driving his tongue in while Kos' long arms prepared his prong for
the action they both wanted.

Russ had not attained a size anything like Eric, but that didn't matter to
Kos.  His boy would fuck him with all the passion any man could ever want
or ever need.  For him the Neil Young song, Heart of Gold came mostly to
mind.  For him, he knew he struck it rich, beyond his wildest dreams.

(Paradise By The Dashboard Light, as all the songs on the Bat Out Of Hell
album (1977) were written by Jim Steinman.)

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

"I don't know the ins and outs of stuff like adults but I got eyes, ears
and a damn good brain.  I figure stuff out for myself mostly.  This was one
of those things, I just didn't seem to have clue about.  All I know is my
insides seem to be turning up side down.  Sometimes I just can't be
bothered to do anything or even get off my butt to eat.  Other times I
can't sit still and seem to have more energy than an atomic bomb.  I'm just
so confused some times, I mean all I want is sex and other times only Kos
can get me motivated at all.  Simon, do you think something is wrong with
me?"

"No Russ, nothing organic is the matter with you.  Your major problem is
being 11 going on 14.  Your body is just a little ahead of your head,
that's all."

"You mean my physical development is running ahead of my brain?"

"More or less.  Sometimes when boys run ahead of schedule on the maturity
index, as you are, the changes that take place in the brain, mostly the
frontal lobes, lags a bit behind or jump ahead some.  All adolescents are
sex obsessed, that part is normal, you are just ahead of other boys your
chronological age just like with your body."

"Is that why I prefer the company of boys older than myself?"

"Yes I would say that and they accept you as an equal, right?"

"Yes, they do I guess, but no one seems to ever mention it."

"Did Kos give you the safe sex talk yet?"

"Yes and Eric and Dad too.  I think I'm covered."

"Are you and Sheila?"

"No, we are just friends, ah well, maybe real good friends.  I mean we kiss
and hold hands but that's all.  I would like to do more you know, but I'm
not getting any of those signals from her yet."

"Do you get any of those signals from boys?"

"One boy, we are real close sometimes."

"And men?"  At this point Russ looked down and refused to answer.  He knew
he couldn't lie to Simon and anyway Simon had just examined his prostate,
and he knew.

"I love Kos with all my heart, Simon.  I love mom, dad, you and Nancy.  I
know you all love me but Kos is..."  Russ trailed off.

"I know, I was super close to my older brother too and when he went to
medical school I just about died."

"You and him, you were lovers?"

"Yes, we were lovers.  Look kid, every boy in the world goes through what
you are going through; it is part of being an adolescent.  I know I did and
my brother did too.  I could see him struggling and I couldn't help him
because I was too young at the time.  He sure helped me though."

"Uh Simon, do you, you know?"  Simon pulled Russ into his chest wrapping
his long arms around him.

"No little man, not that you aren't the most attractive boy in the world.
I'm afraid I am not sexually into children of either gender and as for
adults, Nancy has my number.  But that doesn't mean we can't be brothers
and friends.

Now as your physician talking, you need to not only keep very clean and use
protection but I want you to start taking these supplements," he wrote the
names on a paper, "in addition to the vitamins you are now taking.  Also
you can take one half of these yellow pills every day."

"How come you are giving me these?  Why not just write a prescription?"

"Two reasons: one they are samples and two, for you it would be off label,
so let's just keep this to ourselves."

"Ok, but what are they for?"

"They are a pharmaceutical extract from the Yohimbe plant, used to help men
get it up and to increase semen flow."

"I don't need any help getting it up.  Want to see?"

"No, I'm sure you don't but at your age increased semen flow will be
appreciated by your sex partners," Simon smiled and winked as he said it.

"Oh, I see.  Will it make the stuff taste better?"

"No, I doubt that but just helps make more of it.  In a about six months
you will be making lots on your own but for now..."

Russ kissed Simon on the cheek.  "Thanks brother and not just from me.  Are
you sure, you know?"

"Yes I'm sure.  If I ever decide too, you know, get it on with an
adolescent boy, you little man head that list, I promise."

Man is Simon cool.  He is just the greatest brother a boy can have.  I love
him.  Not like I love Kos but like I love dad and Nancy.  He is just so
cool.

I know people seem not to like gays and adults that have sex with kids are
painted as evil and abusive.  I also know, gay men are no more or less
likely to have sex with children then heteros.  I am sure some of them are
abusive too, but my experience is different.  I am sure some kids are
forced to have sex with adults and some kids are physically abused too, sex
or no in the mix.  That I know first hand.

All I know is, Kos and Eric would never abuse me and if them sharing their
bodies with me is abuse, bring it on.  I read that often kids go along with
sex out of fear or loyalty.  They don't like it and the kid liking sex is
only in the mind of the abuser.  Well if the child is too young that may be
true.  I also read about a female teacher that lived with a boy of 13 for
several years, well it started when he was 13.  In Washington state, I
think.  He fathered two children and when he was 16 or so they wanted to
get married.  He needed parental permission, which they would not give.
That is how the thing came to light.  Anyway, he did not want to get
married either, so the press said.  He also said in an interview he fell in
love at 13 and they would be married as soon as she was out of prison.  She
is of course, a sex offender and can only see her children under supervised
conditions.  I don't know all the details but that seems to me a bit odd.
If that boy is anything like me or other boys I know, when it came to the
fucking, he was a willing participant.  Did she use sex to manipulate him?
I figure she did and I figure he used sex to manipulate his situation too.
Was he forced or pressured into sex with her?  I don't know for sure but
from my experience with Kos and Eric, probably not.  Is asking an
adolescent to take up his or her responsibility abuse?  Not sure of that
either, it seems reasonable to ask and probably less abusive to a child,
then punishing them for some wrong doing, because he can say no.  As I
understood it, he wanted too, but the legal system intervened when the
parents complained.  Why in hell they didn't complain several years before,
that is something I sure don't understand.  They must have known something
was up and as I understand it, he was living with her and the kids.  Also,
in that interview, he said the only abuse he suffered from came from
society, not his lover. (The case Russ is thinking about is real.)

In my case and I think Amos', we like the sex and we love our men.  We kind
of like each other too and sex with him is as good as boy to boy sex gets,
I think.  I am just guessing at that with not much experience.  I think
Amos is gay but I know I am bi.  Well, I sure want sex with girls and not
just because Kos and Eric like it.  Amos told me he is just not interested
in girls and lots of the boys at the society are.  He understands that, he
said anyway.  He thinks bi boys should be with bi men and gay boys with gay
men, but I'm not all that convinced.  It just seems logical that the man
and boy develop a love relationship and being gay or bi is not the issue.
I also read that some men and women, are gay or bi or hetro, at different
times in their lives.

I think Kos and the Ganymedes think of the man-boy sexual relationship like
the old Greeks did, as part of a learning and developing process and not
some life long end in itself.  Not like fucking for three years and finding
yourself in a life changing situation, like marriage with two children,
like that Washington boy.

From what I understood mom to say, about the situation in ancient times,
this "morality" business is relatively recent in human history.  She
pointed out, not to me, I was only listening, that in ancient Rome the
thinking was boys and men should be soldiers and produce many children
i.e. more soldiers.  The Greeks had a different view on things and in some
city states and on many islands, population density had to be managed.  It
was only much later, after the Christian Church got established that a
growing population, to increase the numbers of the faithful, became a
social-political-economic and control factor.  The early church and early
nobles, combined to support each other, in establishing that control.  It
was a power thing and best of all you didn't need to enslave people.  All
you did was convince them they should give up their freedom, because it was
what god wanted.  If you made anything but sex for the purpose of
producing, more faithful to toil in the fields, fight the wars and support
the power classes, a sin, so much the better.  You read lots of crap and
speculation.  Mom feels that people tend to interpret, the often
fragmentary ancient texts, the way they think it should be, not the way it
was.

Nowadays we have hordes of people running around saving the children from
sexual abuse and physical abuse.  Of course millions of children are
starving, dying of Aids and other horrible things around the world, but
that seems to be okay.  I am glad I was saved from physical abuse but this
sexual abuse thing is often going a bit too far.  You hear a lot about
kiddy porn and how horrible it is.  I have never seen any so I don't know,
and can't comment on it.  I sure don't think sex with anyone younger than
me is a good thing.  From what I can see, much of what is called porn is
not.  I think allowing child soldiers is pornographic.  That's my view on
it.

It seems to me that physical and sexual abuse of anyone, child or adult, is
noting more than a power trip.  It also seems to be that this witch hunt,
surrounding sexual exploitation of children and persecution of people for
even having photographs or art work of naked people under the age of what
ever, is just another form of power tripping abuse.

How many times do you read about some adult killing the children and
spouse?  Now that has to be the ultimate in abuse.  All I know is, I have
been abused and the system didn't do shit for me.  I have sex with adult
men too and not because I am forced, but because I like it and I don't care
how old I am; I know the difference between abuse and love.  The very idea
of Kos or Eric facing longer jail time for loving me, than the Tolkan's for
beating me and mentally abusing this child, makes me sick.  The fact that
millions are spent to try and stamp out what these people call child
pornography, while millions of children are starving or suffering horrible
diseases, forced to be soldiers and kill people or placed into a slave like
existence, makes me sick. (http://www.cbc.ca/ideas/massey/massey2005.html)
All I know is, nothing is black and white or simple and stupid, absolute
rules or simplistic solutions, are just as wrong.

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

Valentines day came pounding into young Russell's life with real meaning
this year.  He had two loves that needed and wanted his attention.  He
figured Kos and probably Eric would have something special for him.  It
would be some kind of clever surprise.  Kos had told him that Nadine,
Jessica and Nancy would all require some kind of card from him.  He needed
to do something special for Sheila and, of course, they both had better
make sure Mom was covered.

I was not sure if they even did Valentine's day in the UK, so I got on the
internet and found out.  They sure do.  I also looked up what the history
and meaning of this day was all about.  Another ancient festival co-oped
and corrupted by the early church.  It was interesting, to see some of the
different things people did, in different parts of the country, especially
in olden times.  (http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm)

Kos and I decided to have a big bunch of flowers delivered to our parents.
Kos called Nancy and Simon so we could all work together on it.  We ordered
the flowers over the internet using Nancy's credit card.  She didn't want
to take my contribution but uncle Fred must have said something to her,
since she did.  I know I made a lot of money modelling for Kos and our
parents also send me a weekly allowance and I don't spend much of that.

For Kos and Eric, I ordered stuff on the internet from a "love shop" place.
I had to use Kos' credit card for that.  I got them little silk thongs,
shaped like hearts.  They had a pouch that expanded out the front, that
looked like Cupid's arrow.  I made my own cards, copying the message from
some gay internet site, that offered free email cards.  I had no idea what
they would get for me but I was sure it would be neat.

For Nancy and Simon I went to the card department at the University Book
Store.  That was good because I got to use mom's account and it has a
discount.  I got them a fancy card and a couple of cute books with little
cartoons, about what love is.  They had little line drawings in them.  I
know they would think them cute.

Now for my "piece du resistance".  No comments please, French is still a
foreign language to me.  For Sheila I went all out.  I got her the biggest
box of candy I could find.  It was real expensive too.  Real Belgium
Chocolate from a candy maker in Calgary, Alberta, call Benard
Calabault. (The part about the candy is real and your author is very fond
of this product.) I got them over the internet too.  Kos just gave me his
credit card for all this stuff.  I will make sure Fred sends him the cash,
I did spend quite a bit.  Now that was just the hard goods.  Kos made me a
greeting card with a cartoon of Sheila and me on it, showing Eros, the
Greek God, not that stupid chubby little Roman Cupid kid, with red hair,
shooting his arrow through our hearts.  It was so good I knew she would
frame it.

My big thing for her was a slight rewrite of the song Unchained Melody and
a performance of "Stand By Me".

Oh, my love, my Sheila, I hunger for your touch this long, lonely
time. Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.  Are you still mine?

I need your love.  I need your love.  God speed your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me, wait for me.  I'll be coming soon, wait
for me.

Oh, my love, my Sheila, I hunger for your touch this long lonely
time. Time, goes by so slowly, and time can do so much, Are you still mine?

I need your love.  I need your love.  God speed your love, to me.  Â
(Lyrics by Hy Zaret, Music by Alex North.  This song was written for a
forgettable prison movie.  The song has enjoyed many-many performances and
renditions.)

I didn't need to change many of the words but I don't have a rich voice
like the Righteous Brothers or some of the others that recorded it.  I was
fortunate to find the sheet music in dad's collection and he had the chords
marked on it.  That is a big help.  I practised for Nadine.  She helped me
a bit on the phrasing and Kos on the fingering.  Over all she was impressed
and sure said so several times.  I think she wanted Kos to do something
like that for her but I don't think he took the hint.  Well, he is real
busy.  I know he made a card for her too, but I have no idea what his gift
was.  I'll bet it was sexy undies from the same web site I got his and
Eric's, since they had more for the ladies than the men.

Stand By Me

(by Ben E. King 1961)

When the night has come And the land is dark, And the moon is the only
light we'll see.  No I won't be afraid, Oh I won't be afraid, Just as long
as you stand, stand by me

So darlin' darlin' stand by me, (for Kos and Eric I substituted brother for
darlin', when I sang to Sheila, you guessed it.)  Oh stand by me, Oh stand,
stand by me, stand by me.

If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall, Or the mountain should
crumble to the sea.  I won't cry, I won't cry, No I won't shed a tear, Just
as long as you stand, stand by me.

And darlin' darlin' stand by me, (for Kos and Eric I substituted brother
for darlin' and for Sheila, Sheila.)  Oh stand by me, Whoa stand now, stand
by me, stand by me.

Darlin' darlin' stand by me, (for Kos and Eric I substituted brother for
darlin' and for Sheila, Sheila.)  Oh stand by me, Oh stand now, stand by
me, stand by me.

Whenever you're in trouble just stand by me, Oh stand by me, Whoa stand
now, oh stand, stand by me."

Sheila was thrilled as I expected she would be.  I knew she liked the song
I did for her at Christmas, and this would be a real winner too.  This time
I had much more practice.  Valentine's Day was a week day so I couldn't
stay too long at her house.  Mr. and Mrs. O'Keefe were impressed and they
told me several times.  I don't think her little sisters got it but they
were polite.  Oh, I almost forgot.  Sheila got me a card and she also gave
me a bracelet, that she made herself.  It is braided colored cords with R
and S woven into it.  That is so cool.  Lots of the junior high and high
school students have things like that but I'm the only one in grade 5.

Fortunately for me, Nadine could not stay the night so I got to party with
Kos.  Eric was with Jessica, so I wouldn't see him for a few days.  Anyway,
Kos modelled his special undies for me.  They sure looked good, especially
after I gave his manhood a gentle squeeze or two.  He got me some of those
fitted undies from Cleveland, they are bikini briefs with a bright red
heart right in the front.  I don't know how the fellow who makes them knows
but they fit just perfectly.  I mean perfectly, like a second skin almost.
My penis just poked right into the middle of that heart and it looked 3D.
Not only that but they covered my ass so perfectly, just capturing my butt
cheeks like they were painted on.  God I feel so sexy in them I get tingles
all over, mostly in my crotch.

The best part was the way he worshipped my body that night.  Not that he
isn't a great lover.  Kos is just the best but tonight he was extra
special.  He laid me on his bed and proceeded to kiss my body from the top
of my head to my toes and back again.  His hands were just skimming my skin
and I could feel the tingles going through me.  Then he used his teeth to
pull the undies off and his mouth engulfed my penis and scrotum.  He
brought me up and down three times before he let me come.  Then he moved
around and I got to do him, like he did me; the best was at the end when he
insisted I fuck him.  He lay on his back with his legs spread so wide like
the splits a dancer would do.  Man was that something.

I can't imagine what it would be like not to have my brother and my lover
close by.  I mean I just feel so good, so safe and so wanted, lying in his
powerful arms.  Our bodies pressed against each other so our largest organs
are making maximum physical contact.  I feel like we are a part of each
other.  I wonder if sex with Sheila will feel like this, feel so good? (It
is a fact that the skin is the bodies largest organ.)

I wonder if the other boys in the Ganymede Society feel the same, lying
next to or on their men?  I sure hope so.  Kos told me, our first Ganymede
Society meeting was Saturday and it was also a Valentine's Day party, only
just a little late and I should wear these new undies.  I made him wear his
too.

Well, that's not quite right.  We don't make each other do much of
anything.  I just asked him, giving his cheek and neck a few kisses and he
agreed straight off.  Me, I go along with just about anything he has to
offer.  I don't think any of it has ever turned out poorly.