The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Fifteen

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We all slept in so the sex was definitely of the blow and go variety. I swallowed four of their loads while Dylan swallowed one of mine. Dylan told Tracy that it was quite paradoxical how having less time this morning because they overslept actually got them ready earlier. Tracy insisted on thanking us all for making last night such a wonderful night. Sally and Lucille had requested a copy of the recording. Adam said he'd get it done after school. Everybody insisted they were more than happy to try the breakfast sausage from the specialty meat store. Breakfast burritos with black beans and spinach met with universal approval. I served a sausage link on the side so we could all form an opinion. No surprises that the sausage made it on the repeat list.

The cheerleaders were on the bus to thank me with kisses for supporting their drive. This proved good publicity for them as the other passengers held a collection. Tracy put in the difference to make up enough to buy a pass. The girls remained on the bus until my stop. They never let up with the kisses the entire ride and even gave me a round when we had stepped off the bus. Tracy gave her impressions of my workout while I set my bag down in the change room and took off my shoes. Lao answered some of her questions and gave her some warning signs to look for if I was suffering from using an excess of chi.

I spent most of my session standing still. Lao had me show him what I'd done at the workout including using too much chi. He guided me in using meridians instead of cells. Feeding the roots was how he described it and told me it was safer. Yes there are many meridians Lao told me but concentrate on these five major meridians. Slowly we were going to add more. This time when we sparred Lao had me keep feeding chi into the five meridians as I tried to avoid his attacks. Two of his strikes landed but the internal chi I was doing softened the blows immensely. While I was showering he told Tracy he had worked hard to get in those strikes and declared I would be an adequate practitioner of chi in a decade. Lao had realized I would always insist on a dessert so he had decided to include herbs that helped me in them.

I had an entire afternoon free and nothing planned for the evening. Relaxation was the watchword for today I told Tracy. Dylan had asked her to keep an eye on me without explaining why so I had to tell her about him coming down looking for me. So much has happened these past three weeks I simply needed some time to think about it. We'd had a lovely meal and the city was quiet. The boys were asleep upstairs. My adopted sons and one very smart, together lad. Even the smoking had felt right last night and in perfect synergy with the evening. This was my quiet time to reflect and say thank you for the blessings in my life. Tonight we'll have dinner a little earlier if folks don't mind and I will be able to spend some quality time with Dylan. I am pretty certain the other two scurvy knaves would like an evening together as well. For some reason an early night is appealing.

Tracy told me she would send out a text asking the others to arrive a little earlier for dinner. There's nothing they wouldn't give you after last night Tracy said. Least of all some time alone with Dylan. They'd give you this anyway. No bribes necessary. A simple spaghetti dish for lunch sounds wonderful Tracy told me. Yes if she gave me three kisses we could do a garlic bread baking lesson. My housekeeper was quite happy to leave us to prepare lunch. She declined our offer to join us for a cigarette but did join us on the balcony with her beer. When I explained about doing dinner early so I could relax with Dylan she told me it was nice to see me being sensible for a change. My housekeeper told us she'd put her feet up and rest while we made. I had two shelves that needed dusting today she said and made me promise not to let things get this dirty again. The two of us tucked her under the sheet she'd got ready for me.

No matter how simple the pasta dish fresh hot garlic bread always makes it a memorable occasion. A bottle of ice-cold white wine rounded it off perfectly. The lack of salad is my thank you for Adam and Dylan for last night. I think I'll do some sketching while we wait for the boys. A little while later we made our way down to greet the boys. Please don't tell him about my plans for tonight I told my housekeepers. Tracy agreed to text Adam my plans. She promised to keep an eye on him and make certain he didn't reveal the secret.

The boys teased me about getting old when Tracy told them about Lao landing two strikes. I'll land more than two strikes on you scurvy knaves I promised them. Dylan asked if I could pitch him a couple of foul balls to go with the two strikes. Tracy collapsed in a fit of laughter. Dylan was quite happy to enlighten her about our baseball watching together at the cabin and back home. My housekeeper smiled and kissed me saying it was awfully sweet of me to watch a game with my son but made me promise not to do it at the ballpark. Adam suggested we could get a private sweet. A very private one Tracy suggested.

“Tracy baked the garlic bread.” I told the boys when we served them lunch. “After your wonderful job last night I decided you could skip vegetables or salad with lunch. Olives are a fruit, Adam.”

“Really? You're not pulling my leg?” Adam asked.

“No and I'm willing to bet two hours of gentle, slow sex on that point if you care to test me.”

“I believe you. That's a bet I won't risk losing.” Adam said. “This is a great way to serve fruit.”

Tracy didn't have to text Adam. She drew him aside while Dylan was visiting the bathroom. She said she'd guard the door while I had him to myself for four hours if he breathed a word of this to Dylan. Tracy told him he could text Morgan if he trusted Morgan to keep quiet because the same punishment applied to him. I smiled and set about clearing the table. Dylan asked me to explain some of his geometry and algebra so we passed a pleasant couple of hours engaged in mathematics.

“Isn't that more than you really needed to know?” Adam asked him halfway through his lesson.

“Quite a bit more I'm sure but Rohan's not going to stop until he's explained every application of the principles and history of it back to Pythagoras or beyond.” Dylan said with a sigh. “I ought to have known this would happen.”

“Yes but look at how happy he is.” my housekeeper told him in passing and kissed the top of his head. “You're stuck with it so enjoy it. He'll need to start dinner in a few minutes.”

“Phew. I survived.” Dylan said when I told him we finished. “1201 it actually got really interesting and a lot of concepts I'll ask this scoundrel to explain another afternoon. I've made notes so we can spend several hours wandering the mathematical byways of the cosmos. Don't tell him how much I enjoyed this lesson or I'll lose bargaining points. You didn't hear that last bit did you, Scoundrel?”

“Sorry, what was that you said?” I asked with a smile and let him kiss me before lifting him off my lap. “Tracy, I'm on my way. A simple roast. There's some lamb in the fridge. Another cooking lesson? A beer or two as a bribe will work just fine. India, Morocco or Mediterranean for the spices?”

“Morocco.” Tracy said. “I've never been there. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” I said. “Let's get started.”

Tracy was a little nervous when I asked her to pick spices that she imagined would match her vision of Morocco. I refused to give her any clue or hint. Swat! You're concentrating not feeling. I intended you to feel that. Lighten up or we'll go upstairs and I'll be wielding the crop. The boys offered to help her lighten up by tickling her. Tracy threatened to light up their butts. I waited the teasing out but reminded Tracy this dinner was for tonight. A rice pilaf will go well with your choice. Dessert will be a strawberry sorbet. Something light and cooling. Now let's get the lamb seasoned and into the oven. You know the drill.

Sophie reassured me Tracy had sent out a follow-up text to say the early dinner was a surprise for Dylan. Later when Tracy announced her dinner was ready Dylan remarked it was a little early. Quite a few of us have plans for tonight Sophie told him. She failed to mention a lot of these plans got made after receiving Tracy's text about an early dinner. Something is up Dylan told her unconvinced but there was not much he could do about it so he went along.

“I thought you'd be eager to try my cooking.” Tracy said.

“Tracy the only thing I'd be more eager to eat than this food is the chef.” Dylan told her with an exaggerated leer. “I saw what you did to Rohan so going upstairs with you would be a pleasure. Promise not to go light on me though. Tracy you know better than to try using spankings as a threat with Rohan's sons. Now kiss me quickly so we can sit down to dinner.”

I thought Tracy had done a great job. She'd even braised the roasted meat to make it a little crispy. Then she added some dates and a little stock to the skillet and let it simmer for a few minutes so there was a hint of sweetness to the dish. Saffron in the rice pilaf was a very authentic touch Leslie told her. Tracy beamed with pride.

“Why are you kissing me?” I asked Tracy. “You cooked the meal tonight.”

“That's for being such a great teacher. Hold still while I give you one from Dylan for his eternal geometry lesson.” Tracy told me calmly. “Dessert is strawberry sorbet, 1201. Once we've cleared the table I'll bring it out.”

“The subtle flavor you are noticing is from the vodka I included in the sorbet.” Tracy told J. “I'm impressed you noticed. Rohan had me ease up on the amount because of the boys. Sorry, boys, but I'm happy to lighten your alcohol intake when Rohan asks. 1201 I'm in no more of a hurry to spend several hours in his bed than you are.”

A bemused Dylan got kissed good night shortly after dinner by everybody. When Adam kissed us good night Dylan gave me a long look but waited for Adam to leave before saying anything.

“Explain yourself, Scoundrel.” Dylan told me. “Revision. What revision do you have in mind? I'll never forget my first lesson in being true to myself in this apartment. One or two things might have slipped my mind so if you would like to jog my memory, among other things, I'd be most grateful.”

“Shall we return to the scene of the crime, Miscreant?” I asked taking him into my arms for some kisses.

“What's criminal is how long we have taken to return to this scene and how you have stolen my heart.” Dylan said with a sigh. “Well if you think I have stolen yours then I guess it is only fair for you to keep mine.”

“I'll have her hide for this.' I declared as we entered the bedroom.

“Only if you plan to cover her hide with kisses.” Dylan said also getting misty eyed. “I'll be waiting to do the same right after you.”

Sometime during the afternoon or evening my housekeeper had sneaked upstairs and placed the same bed linens from our first night together on the bed. The gesture was incredibly touching and sweet but it also made me wonder why I hadn't thought to do it sooner. Knowing if I stood at the doorway with these emotions welling up inside of me for much longer I'd be tears I moved quickly toward the bed. Laying Dylan gently down on the bed I began to strip.

“Don't you dare.” I told him as his hand moved towards the buttons on his shirt. “I'll get to that soon enough.”

“You can't have me play the sacrificial virgin more than once, my fine pervert.” Dylan said with a smile. “That notch has already been placed in your headboard.”

“A soul as old and as wise as yours has never allowed me to think of you as a virgin of a mere twelve years.” I told him kneeling at his feet and removing his shoes.

“The whole gang was in on this weren't they?” Dylan asked. “How lucky I am to have such an understanding group of adults around me. Life without these special times would lose a lot of luster.”

Time to add something new to our play I decided. Time enough for this when I have him naked. Unbuttoning his shirt gave me access to his nipples. I toyed with them for several minutes. The feel of his shirt brushing against my face as I burrowed towards those sensitive nubs was very erotic. Dylan's pleading for me to move on brought me back to myself. Granting his request I slid his shirt off and reached down to open the front of his jeans. Once again I burrowed into his clothing. This time I lavished kisses on his cock through his boxers.

“Fucking hell, Scoundrel.” Dylan gasped after several more minutes had passed. “This will be one of those night'swon't it?”

“What sort of night is that?” I asked letting the tip of my tongue trace the outline of the head of his cock.

“The sort where I curse, beg, plead and die several times from all the devilish things you do to fill me with heavenly pleasure.”

“Yes, it will be one of those nights. This time there is a little chi to add to the mix.”

“I'll have your hide nailed to the playroom floor for this when or if I ever recover. I love rewarding my pervert for a well done job if that job is me.”

Deciding it was time to get him naked I flipped him over as I pulled down his jeans. The boxers followed moments later. Then I set about nibbling on the mounds of his ass. Working over every inch of flesh I deliberately avoided the cleft. Slowly at first I nibbled and sucked. Then I went a little slower. Then slower still. When I had him breathing hard in anticipation I worked my way down into that most delightful valley. Several minutes passed before I flipped him on his back.

“Pervert, explain yourself.” Dylan groaned as my mouth engulfed his little toe. “Why haven't you fucking tortured me like, oh gods, this before? Yes I fucking love it. Seven demons of Hell if you add a third toe I will explode. Oh, I never knew it could be this good.”

Ignoring his pleas I kept licking the pads of his toes. Small, light movements of my tongue keeping him squirming as my hands roamed his legs from just below his ass to his ankles. Moving from the outer two toes I engulfed the two next to them. There was no way I was going to risk getting him off this soon by sucking on three or more toes. Alternating from one foot to the other I let him enjoy the painful pleasure of one foot cooling down while the heat blossomed in the other. I thought he would climax when I took his big toe into my mouth and sucked hard on it. His body jerked up off the bed and his hands clenched the sheets.

“Oh, fuck! Please, pervert, get me off! Please, please let me cum.”

“Later. Much later.” I told him. “Trust me. Enjoy the sensations. Gods you look so hot squirming on the bed. I love pleasuring you. I love fucking you. I love all of you.”

“I love you, my pet, but oh gods when you do this to me it is hard to remember how completely I love you.”

“You'll find it easier with time and I'll give you lots of time to practice.”

“That's what I was afraid of. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Now I was working some very interesting points on the soles of his feet. My hands grasped him firmly by the ankle to prevent him form injuring himself with a sudden twist or jerk. The lovely boy was dancing on the end of my tongue as if electric currents were running through him. I guess they were. The greatest danger to my plan of agonizingly slow defilement was my desire for him. The arousal he was stirring within me was amazing. This arousal started building up since I asked for an early dinner. What right did he have to complain about a few hours when I'd already endured several?

There was nothing cold about this vengeful dish. I planned on making this serving of revenge scorching hot. A very, very long while later I began to apply a trail of kisses up his legs. Squeezing, stroking and kneading his muscles with my hands as I worked my way up towards his groin. I had become so caught up in the sexual energy filling the room my orgasm stirred within me. My orgasm rose dangerously close to the surface as I kept on pleasuring him. Following the same path of the feather in an earlier session I worked upwards. There were no mumbled curses or groans. This time he expressed his pleasure quite loudly.

Abandoning himself to the pleasure completely Dylan was letting it move him in whatever fashion it wanted. Tossed around like a rag doll in the hands of an overly excited kid Dylan surrendered surprisingly quickly to the sensations in his body. We entered this primal dance earlier than ever before. I stopped thinking the moment I heard him say he gave up. Somehow within our lovemaking I managed to ravage him. Even while hungrily squeezing his flesh or licking or kissing him all over my mind still kept hold of my goal to drive him towards his orgasms slowly. I had in my hands a naked, hot boy to enjoy and by all the gods that's exactly what I intended to do.

Slamming into his ass even took me by surprise. I couldn't remember lifting him up and finger fucking him. The slap of my balls against his ass surprised me as much as it startled him. Two thrusts and he was exploding all over his stomach, chest and his face. He smiled up at me with a wildness in his eyes clearly expressing the raw pleasure he was experiencing. I kept slamming into him without pause. His orgasm meant nothing to me. I was fighting to control my own waves of pleasure.

My focus was on the physical sensations of fucking a youth. The sight of my cock plowing in and out of him. The curves of his thighs, ass and genitals as the shook under the pounding I was giving him. The groans of his pleasure. The crescendo they reached when he climaxed. Settling back to a whimpering as I fucked him. On and on and on the fucking continued. Leaning over him I placed my hands palm down next to his shoulders. Lowering myself close to him I made certain he was experiencing more of my physical presence than just our joining at his ass. My breath was hot on his face. He clearly heard every sound I made as I fucked him. Fucking his young, tight ass over and over again. Leaning in closer until our faces were inches apart I thrust into him four more times before letting loose my seed.

Avoiding his lips I let him hear my cries of pleasure as each stream of cum left my cock. My hips twitched reflexively as I sought to jettison my load deeper into him. Leaning back to kneel between his legs I reached for his thighs and pulled him towards me so my deflating cock wouldn't slip from him. Time for a second buggering of his ass I decided. My lover had other ideas.

“No, my pet, not yet.” Dylan told me. “Playroom. Move!”

Jerked back to the room by the tone of command in his voice I slipped unthinkingly from him, scooped him up and walked to the playroom.

“Stretch out on the bench.” Dylan told me as he reached for a leather paddle.

The hard wood pressed painfully against my cock. No doubt this was part of his plan to get me aroused quicker. There was no doubt of its effectiveness. The slamming of the paddle against my ass added to the delicious pain. A dozen hard blows delivered within seconds and then the blessed boy was telling me to fuck him again. Instead of laying on the bench he bent over it. I knelt behind him and drove my sore cock into his tight ass. The bliss of going from pain to soft, tight, cum-filled ass was incredible. I loved knowing my cock was sliding through my cum inside his passage. Faster than I would have believed I plunged over the edge and fell into the pleasure of a second orgasm. My head was spinning as the last drops of my cum flowed haltingly from my cock.

“You bastard.” I told Dylan hoarsely.

“Sweet revenge.” Dylan told me smiling back over his shoulder. “What's wrong, my pet? You look a little shaken. A cute ass got your cock?”

“Squeeze down again on it and I'll take up this paddle a considerate scurvy knave left lying within reach.”

“Huh. Both of us know you don't have the strength to do more than lift it.” Dylan said squeezing down on my cock.

“You're right.” I admitted with a smile. “Next time though let's pretend otherwise so my battered ego doesn't take any more hits.”

“I could lie here forever.” Dylan said sagging over the bench. “There is school tomorrow though and you tortured me for hours so I guess we ought to make our way to the shower. Do you need me to carry you, old man?”

“I'll old man you again if you're not careful.”

When we had cleaned the mess in the playroom we walked to the bathroom. The shower took a while because we had to touch, kiss and murmur sweet nothings to each other. Eventually the energy settled and we dried off.

“There's nothing like a three orgasm bout of sex to help a boy get a good rest. Thanks Dad.” Dylan said as I kissed him good night.

“My pleasure.” I told him.

“And mine.” Dylan said closing his eyes.

I was glad we had woken up early enough to relieve Dylan of his first load before the other two scurvy knaves showed up. We were snuggling beneath the covers when a naked Morgan and Adam entered the bedroom.

“No, Morgan.” Adam said grabbing his friend's arm as he made to pounce on us. “The bed linens. They're only used for very special occasions.”

“The special occasion was last nice. Two or three hours worth of special.” Dylan said kissing me.

“Two or three hours? How are you still alive?” Adam asked in amazement.

Even though we had told them the special occasion was last night the boys climbed respectfully on the bed. They moved into place for a double team which I was happy to give them. Then we headed to the shower where I let Dylan deposit his second load inside my ass. The sight of us fucking combined with some kissing and fondling got the other two scurvy knaves rock hard again. When I threatened them with a three-hour special occasion they soon got motivated to fuck me.

Sitting with my back to the wall and my legs extended in front of me I told the two of them to lie down across my knees. They would be spanked for their tardiness and making me have to use threats to get fucked. I expected better behavior in future I scolded as I swatted their cute, defenseless butts. I will not allow standards of behavior to slip just because you are my son and a friend of my son I continued the scolding while smiling at Dylan. Let this be the last time I have to remind you of this I warned drawing the spanking to a close. Their asses were now a light red. A good shade for Morgan which Adam knew would always be my benchmark when I spanked the two of them together. He showed his appreciation with a kiss and by whispering how it was the perfect spanking for this morning.

“Breakfast burritos.” I told the boys as we headed downstairs.

“Here's a pretty señorita to go with them.” Morgan said as we bumped into Tracy on the way up.

“What?” a startled Tracy gasped as he jumped into her arms. “No I'm not going to marry you no matter how pretty you think I am. Fine I'll give you a kiss to mend your broken heart.”

The rest of us laughed and we all headed downstairs with smiles. Tracy remarked it was good to see us ready early and in such good spirits. Dylan told her another night like that might be the death of him when Tracy suggested more early dinners. Tracy told him she didn't need more details than I had worked him over for almost three hours. I told them we would be having two or three early dinners a week. This was something we'd discuss with the others and enlist Leslie's help on. Adam told Dylan he was glad it wasn't him being done like that twice a week.

“Did I forget to mention we would be having two earlier dinners per week per son?” I asked them.

“Your sons look in need of fortified coffees.” Morgan told me when he stopped laughing at the expressions on my sons faces.

“The mere thought of it makes me want one.” Tracy said.

“You're not helping, Tracy.” I told her hugging her close.

“What isn't she helping with?” my housekeeper said entering the apartment. “The boys can explain while the two of you get breakfast ready. I'm in need of some coffee.”

“Yes, ma’am.”I told her kissing her as I headed to the kitchen. “Coffee will be right up.”

“What's this about having my hide?” my housekeeper asked stepping into the kitchen a few minutes later.

“Thanks, Dylan.” I called out to him. “Go have a look at my bedroom, Tracy, and you'll understand why I plan on covering every inch of her hide in kisses. You might come up with a more fitting reward once you've seen it. Go on I can manage for a few minutes.”

“Rohan is quite right.” Tracy told my housekeeper when she returned. “I'll start with the kisses. That was incredibly sweet and I bet it made a big softy like him shed a tear or two.”

“Yes, it made both of us shed a tear.” Dylan told them as he came in to grab some coffee for the boys. “Good idea I'll take the thermos out to the table for all of us.”

Breakfast was soon ready and on the table along with the coffee. You boys will just have to face your impending doom sober I told them. I did have a workout with Catherine later this morning I told my sons. No idea what she's cooked up with Lao for today. Tracy told them she'd booked a massage for me. This had become standard procedure now. Dylan told me he wouldn't be able to concentrate on school today after last night. No he wasn't too concerned. Somehow he'd make it through the day. Morgan thanked me for everything I'd done this morning. I watched them cycle away until they were completely out of sight. Then with a sigh I turned and let the ladies lead me upstairs.

“Tracy, I have all we need in the fridge and ready to go. You're getting another cooking lesson.” I told her when she asked about our chilli dogs. “The other two slow cookers will come in handy for all we have to make. There will be quite a gathering on the weekend.”

“No matter what you say I want you on the phone with Lawrence this morning.” my housekeeper told me. “Okay, you really don't have the time. I only just thought of it when you mentioned the weekend. Tracy he will insist on cooking for the adoptions and business venture. What I won't let him do is prepare everything on his own. You guys get started on the chilli. I can put Lawrence on speaker phone if he has questions.”

My housekeeper joined us so soon I had to ask if she'd spoken to Lawrence or got his voicemail. Lawrence understands and the head chef at that fancy restaurant of his knows what you need. My housekeeper told me it wasn't open to negotiation so she would share the details later when Dylan was here to keep me in line. She also wanted Leslie present because this was likely to cause quite a spectacular eruption. Thanks for helping me relax before my workout I told her. I was still mulling over what my housekeeper had planned when I arrived at the gym. The quick pace of my warm-up jog soon got me focused.

“Rohan meet Bjorn.” Catherine said presenting a large, muscular guy. “He's going to help you with your workout. These balls are way too heavy for me to lift even with Tracy's help. You are going to lie down and catch them on your stomach. Catch them is key. None of them are to roll off. Born will remove them when I signal.”

Tracy confirmed she couldn't lift them and even rolling them was a chore. She insisted that Bjorn lift her off the ground. While he held her off the ground she kissed his cheek much to his embarrassment. Judging the impact was key. Softening my stomach around the ball a split second before it struck helped me absorb some of the weight and momentum. There was still a significant force and weight to cope with so timing the flow of chi was important. Then Bjorn came over to help me with my weight training. He provided extra resistance by pressing against the bar as I raised the weights.

Catherine was even more merciless than usual with the cardio part of my workout. On the rowing machine she had me shorten my range of motion. Tracy even expressed concern as I worked at what quite literally became a blur. The time I spent on cardio increased by fifty percent this time around. Then there were sit ups, press ups, squats all done at a blinding speed while holding perfect form. Then it was not enough to drop heavier balls on my stomach. Bjorn had to take a step up off the ground and drop the ball. Catherine would have had him do it from above his head but he told her chest height was as far as he could lift them.

“What a shame.” one of the onlookers said. “I want a refund on my ticket to “The Killing of Rohan” show. Now he might even survive.”

“Cheer up. This is only round two of three.” another told him.

“Relax, Tracy.” I told her. “I'm fine. Catherine needs your help. Yes, it's much like the spankings. Share with her what Juliet shared with you.”

Catherine surprised everybody when she made me stop at the end of round two to check in on me. I could tell from her quivering lip how hard this was for her.

“You're doing great, Catherine.” I said. “Breathe and ground like you showed me. Now let's get back at it before I stiffen up completely. Whatever Lao told you is what you do.”

There was a limit to how far I could push my body with chi. My lungs were burning and I was gasping for breath when I started the push up and sit ups. When I thought I'd pushed myself too far a soft hand touched my shoulder. Lao knelt alongside me and whispered instructions. Between ragged gasps for air I told him I understood. Get it right the first time he told me calmly because you won't get a second chance. Inversion was the only shot I had of not having my heart explode on me. I had to dissolve into the universal sea of chi rather than bring it to me. In a Universe of paradox it made perfect sense to me that if I didn't lose everything I had no chance of winning and in this instance winning meant living to see my sons again. Drawing all my chi to my lungs I drew in a solid, strong breath and as I let it out I imagined my body dissolving back into the ocean of all creation.

Joy exploded inside me like a small sun in response to the release of all that held pain. I thought I was going to pass out when sparks of light flashed behind my closed eyelids and waves of pain washed through me as my cells seemed to dissolve into nothingness. Rohan ceased to exist even as the physical representation of Rohan kept doing push ups. Only now they got done faster, smoother and in even better form. Unknown to me Lao stood lending his support to both Catherine and Tracy as they watched me writhe through the shift in consciousness. When things had resettled Lao complimented Catherine. He actually kissed Tracy on the cheek as he left them to finish my workout. The balls were now dropped from the second step only I wasn't there to catch them nor was it me who worked against Bjorn and the weights.

“Lao, wants you to stand here and do grounding for as long as you can.” Catherine told me. “Tracy will help you in the shower. Can you hear me?”

“Yes, Catherine, I can hear you and I can shower on my own.” I assured her. “Okay if you insist I'll have Tracy with me. Catherine if you watch some Alka-Seltzer dissolve in a glass you will have as good an idea of what happened to me as I could ever explain. There was a release of energy and then total immersion into the quantum sea. Chat with Lao he will explain it better.”

“Trust me I have every intention of chatting with Lao.” Catherine said ominously. “A very long, very direct chat it will be before our next session. The man is way too clever for my own good. We came very close to losing you today didn't we?”

“You already know that from the way you're looking at me. Most of the people watching are also looking at me expecting me to drop dead in any moment. There is no way I can tell you what my physical body is experiencing now. Holding this mental space is allowing me to heal. I have to trust I will know when it's safe to let go of it. There are no more demands on my body so it can heal now. Right now let's pamper it a bit.”

Catherine decided she needed reassurance I was okay so she came with to see me showered. The guys in the change room had all been watching my workout so they understood and honored her desire. Many of them were smart enough to have witnessed her suffering and courage in keeping the pace up as Lao requested. They had grown used to seeing the hard, demanding side of Catherine but today they saw the toll it took on her and none of them were going to deny her anything. Even Bjorn hovered around me to make certain somebody was there to catch me if I collapsed.

“A couple of smoothies would be great. Bjorn needs a couple as well for all the effort he put into my workout.” I told them. “Thank you, Bjorn, for your help and caring. I imagine lifting those balls proved a workout.”

“He looked lovely when you lifted him up off the ground on some of those weight machines.” Tracy said hugging Bjorn to show she meant no offense. “How quickly we take it for granted you can lift him plus a ridiculous amount of weight. I might give Lao more time and consideration than Catherine but I will want a report from her after their chat.”

“Lao saved my life. Always remember that when you think of him.” I told them. “Catherine you can chat with him when your anger has cooled down to a third of what it's at right now. I do insist. Celebrate what working with him is showing you about yourself. People in this gym got to see parts of your wonderful self that even you hadn't seen before. The two of us will need a few days before we know how our view of ourselves has changed.

Do you know what Lao is going through? Find out before you see him. The obvious way to find out the truth of a man is to speak to either his wife or his mother. Always trusting your feelings in response to what you learn. A wife or a mother is only human.”

“Great idea, boss.” Tracy said hugging me gently. “Catherine we'll take her out to tea somewhere serving huge, sticky, sweet Western desserts. Let me know when and where. Now this old fool of mine needs to get to his massage.”

“One moment you are a great boss and the next an old fool.” Bjorn told me.

“Fame is very fleeting.” I told him with a straight face.

“Truly.” Bjorn said with a small smile. “A pleasure to share this workout with you. I am unable to fully express what an honor it was. Many here feel the same way. I have heard the talk but it is something entirely different when you are there to witness it. Anytime you need somebody to throw heavy stuff at you let me know.”

“Than you, Bjorn. You honor me with your presence and Tracy with your patience.”

“She is a lovely child.” Bjorn said earning himself another hug and a kiss. “Catherine, can we chat a little? Good. Let me shower quickly. A walk would do me good as well.”

Juliet was waiting for us and came out to help me into her healing space. Lao had stopped by and given her some herbs for a tea. Tracy told me he had asked for Juliet's address on his way out of the gym but she'd forgotten because she had been so worried about me. The diagram is where I am to place hot stones on you. Yes each arrow represents which direction my hands will be moving.

“Lao insisted on giving me a massage so I could get an idea of what sort of pressure to apply to you.” Juliet said. “The man did more to relax and energize me in fifteen minutes than other therapists do in an hour. Quite a remarkable man is Lao.”

“Enroll for his tai chi classes.” Tracy suggested. “He is very well-known around town for his ability.”

“I think I will. Please leave his contact details with me. Are you done with your tea, Rohan? Good then let's get you undressed. No, Tracy and I can get the job done. You're shaking way too much.”

Despite my urge to sleep my curiosity kept me awake throughout the massage. Juliet did a great job with the additions of Lao judging by the effect it had on my body. The shakes had stopped when she finished. I could stand more steadily on my feet. Tracy even said I had more color in my face which she took as a good sign. Now if you are finally done dallying with death and giving me the fright of my life perhaps you would take me home to where some chili dogs are pining for my company Tracy declared. Then she stepped outside to flag down a cab for us. Minutes later we were back at the apartment where she handed me over to my housekeeper while she paid the cab driver.

“Tracy, when he asks we will tell him the workout was its usual strenuous, demanding and challenging self.” I declared enjoying a third chili dog. “We'll say Catherine followed Lao's instructions to the letter to pick up the pace a bit. Talk about Bjorn and his assistance. Speaking of how close I came to dying might be honest but how is it helpful? All he can do is worry. I don't like it either but you saw how Catherine reacted and know how deeply it affected you. What sort of impact will it have on a twelve-year-old boy? My call if he ever finds out and gets mad. Okay if it makes you happier I will take a walk with Leslie on the weekend and ask her advice.”

My plan didn't work nearly as well as I hoped. Dylan was too perceptive for us to keep something so important from him. One look at my color and merely sensing my drop in energy was enough for him to demand more of an explanation.

“Get under the sheet with me.” I said lifting up the sheet for him to squeeze under. “Tracy would you, please, bring us each one of your amazing chili dogs. Yes, we should be eating at the table but I am too tired to walk there and back here again.”

“Tired or weak?” Dylan asked.

“Both if the truth be told. The workout was incredible.”

“To die for.” Tracy said handing us our food.

“Quite so. Thank you, Tracy. Getting drunk would not be such a bad thing this afternoon, Tracy, so another beer would be welcome. No, Dylan, I'm not putting you off. What I have to say will be the same five minutes from now or five hours from now. Tracy put a lot of energy and effort into making this chili. Let's honor that effort by appreciating the food. What I went through is over.”

“You're right. I'm just concerned. Tracy, this is a great chili dog.” Dylan complimented her. “Do you think Rohan will let me have some beer with lunch because he's okay with it or is it a bribe to make me feel better about what he has to say? You're right he wouldn't agree to me sharing a beer with 1201 if he felt it wasn't good for us. And he is too honorable to try bribing his way out of something. Thank you, Rohan, I'd love to share a beer with 1201.”

“What I want you to consider is how badly Catherine is feeling now.” I began. “She is feeling like Adam felt when he learned what I go through when I give him his maintenance spankings only five or eight times worse. Tonight when she visits will be particularly loving and supportive of her. You will know how to do this when I finish chatting to you.

The workout was extremely tough. I honestly do not believe it can get any tougher but I might be wrong. You never know when Lao gets involved.

Remember when I told you and Leslie that I didn't know much about being a dad? This is one of those times when I honestly do not know what to say about the workout in a way that is honest and helpful. I agreed to speak to Leslie on the weekend about it to learn how and what to share with you. There are some things adults keep to themselves. This might be one of those things but it may hinder you in helping Catherine.”

“You were in danger of hurting yourself, weren't you?” Dylan asked. “The fact you don't want to share it with me means there was a chance you'd be hurt very badly. Especially when you are considering getting drunk before cooking dinner. This chat you were planning on having with Leslie on the weekend is one you, Catherine and Tracy will have with her tonight. Before dinner if Leslie has no patients to see.

Tracy, please make those calls while I enjoy another chili dog with dad. I don't care if it's his fifth. When his energy feels stronger he can stop. Besides while I am eating I wont be able to ask you questions about the workout. Scoot over, Scoundrel, a pretty young lady is going to make some calls from under the sheet. Tracy if Catherine needs some extra love and support then I am guessing you need some as well. Snuggle close.”

“Leslie can make it but Catherine is still shaken and doesn't want to come over.” Tracy told us. “I think she is afraid of facing your sons, Rohan. I doubt she will answer a call if your name shows up on caller ID so I'll call her.”

“Catherine, this is Dylan.” he said curtly. “I cannot hug you and be extra caring or loving if you aren't here. Leslie is dropping everything to come over and help Tracy, Rohan and me. Now you can either be here when she arrives in fifteen minutes or we will come looking for you. The longer it takes to hunt you down the more loving I will be. Dad is planning on getting drunk so if you want to bring a peace-offering you can bring some beers and get drunk with him. Thank you, Catherine, for being so reasonable. Strangely enough Dad is being reasonable as well.”

My housekeeper put a stop to my chili dogs. She said there was shepherd's pie for dinner in a couple of hours. I'd forgotten about it which was a sure sign of how badly the workout had affected me. When we were making the chilli this morning I'd got some ground beef started in another slow cooker for the shepherd's pie. Now I was happy I had gotten it started because there was very little left to do for dinner. Leslie and Abby arrived with Catherine in tow. Leslie decided I needed some cooking therapy before we chatted so I finished up preparing the shepherd's pies.

“Do you have the spices measured for the vegetable sides?” Leslie asked about an hour later. “That's cauliflower in cheese sauce in the one slow cooker? Good. Abby can sauté some green beans in butter with those spices you set aside. All she has to do is bake the shepherd's pies now so that's done.”

“I haven't finished with her,” Dylan told Leslie when she came over to collect Catherine. “so please return her to me. I figure I'll give her another hour of hugging before I take her over my knee for a spanking. Catherine the old geezer is the most capable of all of us at processing stuff. Even if he hadn't suggested I pay close attention to you or told me how bad you were feeling I'd have noticed if I was blind drunk. Before I let you go with Leslie promise me at least a hug when you finish. Thank you.”

“Leslie, please help Catherine and Tracy.” I said when we were all settled. “You might have to help Dylan as well but that depends on what we share with him. I tried to keep quiet but the little devil is too perceptive for my own good. Leslie, I'm fine. This was just a regular brush with death encounter. Lao showed me how to take a detour around that experience and here I am safe and pretty sound.”

“I could have killed you.” Catherine said. “What would I have said to your sons?”

“Catherine, I don't believe it was a coincidence Lao showed up today when he didn't in the past.” I said as calmly as I could. “He knew the dangers when he gave you the workout routine and suggested the increased tempo. Lao has been working with me before every workout on getting my chi just right. This means that whatever risk I was in couldn't be avoided. All Lao could do was trust in my ability to do what was necessary and in his ability to heal me if things went wrong.

What you experienced today is what I experience giving 1201 his maintenance spankings so I know it isn't easy. You held the power of me living or dying in your hands today. Lao trusted you not to falter. I trusted you not to falter. You didn't flinch even though every fiber in your being was screaming at you to stop. I got to experience something really profound that will leave a lasting impact on me for the rest of my life. Catherine it is all about being present, honoring my choices and trusting in me to come through.

Tracy was itching to bring it to a stop as well. Her courage was incredible as she stood there waiting for me to call an end to it. Almost anybody else would have stepped in when I was reeling on my feet. I admire her courage no less than I do yours. None of us, including Bjorn, could be left unscathed from such an event. We were all truly blessed thanks to the faith Lao and you ladies have in me.”

“Why did you need me?” Leslie asked. “Rohan seems to have expressed it all quite nicely.”

“We still have to face Dylan and Adam.” I told her. “Catherine and Tracy are uncomfortable about me being in such danger. What if I hadn't made it through? What would they have told my sons? Even though I made it through what do I tell my sons?

Yes, Leslie, I could have died. I was falling beyond death's grasp but I never knew if I was falling fast enough. The thought of leaving the boys fatherless again helped me turn my fall into a headlong plunge. The only way I have thought of to describe it is I couldn't die if there was no me present to die. Dissolving into that pool of energy from which creation arises I became eternal with all of the energy of that power plant available for my use. The workout was a breeze from that moment on. My cells could literally be reborn from pure energy in every microsecond. Usually this process happens over nine months in the womb. All I did was to rush things along a bit.

Now like the ladies what I need to know is how to express it to the boys? Remember I told you I have no experience being a dad. How much do I have to share? What is the balance between helping and merely causing concern?”

“What was it that Dylan noticed and got him alarmed?” Leslie asked.

“He said Rohan's energy felt really low and he looked very pale.” Tracy told her.

“Do either of you ladies have any objections to seeing this experience as the spiritual one Rohan described? Good. Then this is what we tell the boys. Rohan is right in saying Lao was not there by chance. Catherine would you mind if I joined you when you chatted with Lao? I know you won't do another workout with Lao before checking on Rohan's safety. I can help you best after this meeting.

The spiritual death that Rohan experienced today is what we will share with the boys. Catherine, I honor your concern as much as Rohan does and we will address this with Lao. Rohan's work with Lao has a far deeper meaning than the physical but you must at peace with your role or at least able to accept the discomfort. Tracy, my couch sister, our drinking binge will have to include a few toasts to Rohan's incredible courage and love for the boys. He literally killed himself to continue being their dad. Then tonight he urges me and Dylan to help you ladies heal while he gets quietly drunk to celebrate cheating death.

Catherine I know it was a close call. Consider it in the same light as almost being in a car wreck. The boys will be fine. Rohan will be more than fine in a few days. The three of you might drink a little too much but we won't allow you to get too drunk. That can take place Saturday. You are most welcome to join us, Catherine. We'll make you an honorary couch sister. Nobody here would consider unveiling the new buildings without you even if you had killed the old geezer. Now why don't you go give Dylan and Adam a hug and a kiss and send them up to us. Tracy I'm sure they'd be delighted to take one from you as well.

Tell Abby we'll be done in fifteen minutes and I'd like dinner ready. What's for dessert, Rohan? The ladies will need to know what needs doing.”

“Tracy knows what needs doing. She can manage without me.” I said nonchalantly. “Amanda and Sophie will have felt the mood by now and understand if you are a little heavy-handed. I trust you not to go overboard. You love the boys too much for that nonsense. Do a good job and I might even ask Catherine to pack Bjorn in her suitcase for you.”

“Bjorn?” Leslie asked noticing Tracy's blush.

“He called me a child.” Tracy said dreamily. “We'll tell you Saturday when I'm drunk enough. The man has so much muscle he ripples sitting still. Now I have to go prepare dessert.”

The two boys came hesitantly into the room. I sat both of them in my lap and let Leslie begin the explanation.

“Dylan do you remember when I told you that Rohan will love you beyond death?” Leslie began.

“Yes, you said there is a part of all of us that s eternal and it is this part which will allow Rohan to love us all beyond the death of the physical body.” Dylan answered quietly.

“Can you boys see that logically if we talk about experiencing more than one lifetime it is this part that provides the spark of life to each physical form? Good. Now imagine if you will this part of Rohan wanting to refresh itself. Instead of going for a dip in an ocean of water it goes for a dip in the ocean of energy from which all things arise. I don't want to make this too simplistic but it is important you follow me on this to understand what Rohan experienced today.

Yes, Dylan, this is the source of chi Lao advised Rohan to tap into instead of using his love for you and depleting his reserves. Being aware of this outside energy reservoir will make it easier for me to explain what happened and for you to understand why Catherine is still in a state of shock. Remember Catherine did not know about this spiritual aspect before Rohan explained it a few minutes ago. She had no reference point for what happened today in the gym. What is important is that Lao was in the gym today.”

“What?” a startled Adam blurted out. “Why would he be there? I don't think he needs to work out in a gym.”

“He was there to check on me and offer me some pointers.” I told the boys. “He'd designed the workout to break down my logical mind and lower my resistance to the experience.”

“Does it help for you boys to know Lao is keeping such a close eye on this old coot?” Leslie said with a smile. “I find it reassuring as well. Catherine and I will have a chat with Lao before the next workout to find out what other surprises we can expect.

Today your dad died a spiritual death. He took a dip in that pool of energy to recharge and refresh his physical cells. His physical form was under incredible stress from the workout. Lao showed your dad that instead of physically dying and being reborn he could do it while in the physical form. Yes, Dylan, I know you sensed low energy from him but doesn't it make sense there would be a time of adjustment while the energy settled into his meridians and got flowing? After his workout he had a massage which would have relaxed him even more and calmed his energy.

The reason Rohan's concerned about Catherine is because she got to witness this period where he wasn't in his physical form. This may have just been a very short time but to Catherine it must have seemed a lot longer. Rohan was aware of what was happening even though this awareness was outside his physical form. There was just enough energy flowing for a few moments to keep the physical form functioning. No sense in rebuilding it all over again if you don't have to. Lao helped Catherine keep going with the workout so the observers wouldn't think anything remarkable had happened. They would think it was just Catherine pushing somebody really, really hard. Lao needed Catherine to trust him even though it looked like she might be killing Rohan. This is what she has been thinking all afternoon so it is little wonder your hugs weren't making a big impact.

One last thing I want to share with you both is that you boys were responsible for Rohan successfully returning to the physical world from his dip. Rohan was so desperate to continue being your dad and not to leave you he chose to die. All the thoughts he had of himself. All the beliefs that make him the wonderful pervert we love would have dissolved in that ocean of energy. The vibration is too high for our beliefs to exist. Yes, Adam, they were washed clean from his mind. Rohan had to trust the Universe would keep him sane and provide him with enough memory of himself as Rohan for us all to recognize. That's a lot of trust. That's quite a chance to take. I want you never to forget how important you are to him. How much your presence means to him being here with us now.”

“Never mind Saturday I think my pet pervert came up with an incredible gift for us today.” Dylan said. “This does leave me very concerned though.”

“Why?” Leslie asked.

“His sons are wondering what he will do next to top this gift.” Adam answered. “You know how he is about giving bigger and better gifts. Warn Lao of this habit he has when you chat with him. Right now I feel an overwhelming urge to kiss him long and hard.”

“Don't leave me alone with these two scurvy knaves, Leslie.” I protested when she laughed and got up to leave. “You've seen more in a porn video.”

“Give him one each from me, boys.” Leslie said from the doorway. “Be down in ten minutes. Catherine will need reassurance before dinner or she'll have indigestion.”

The boys were beaming when we rejoined the others. Catherine only needed one look at them to know everything was okay. Dylan held her while she shed tears of relief. You know we will never be able to thank you for the gift you gave us today he told her. Then he asked her if she'd consider allowing him to give her a reward spanking? When she asked if he'd spank her bare bottom he told her she wouldn't be naked from the waist down she'd be naked from the neck down. Amanda told Sophie it looked like she had no reason for concern about Dylan providing her with grandchildren. Sophie said she wasn't in the least bit concerned.

When Catherine laughed the energy of the entire room lightened. I asked my housekeeper to get me a beer because I didn't want to go into the kitchen while Tracy was preparing dessert. This is her dish with her energy and I'm not going near it I told her. Tracy is right when she says you're the greatest boss ever my housekeeper told me. Let's go out on the porch and see if we can find a Polish cigarette butt to finish off together she told me when she handed me a beer. Let's do that I agreed. We were happy to find three cigarettes left in the last box.

Tracy was extremely nervous through dinner. This was her first attempt unsupervised at her favorite dessert. She worried about letting us and the dessert itself down in equal measure. There was a bond between this dessert and Tracy nobody could deny. The boys settled for just two plates of main course to help get to dessert quicker. By unspoken agreement we all wanted the chance to reassure Tracy how wonderful dessert was. None of us doubted it would be great. She had followed the recipe perfectly in the past.

“This is all you, Tracy.” I told her when she asked if I'd like to make the custard. “You finish it off and I'll play the role of proud papa when everybody compliments you.”

There was one easily predictable change in the dessert. Tracy chose to try the recipe with vodka in place of brandy. I thought it added a lighter, sweeter note that was very pleasant. From across the table we raised a glass to each other. Tracy had placed a bottle of vodka in the center of the table and the others were happy to let Catherine, Tracy and me share it amongst ourselves after one communal toast to Catherine for her courage during my workout.

The boys insisted on details. Tracy blushed when Catherine told them how Tracy had been drooling over Bjorn's rippling muscles. Catherine even shared some of her fears and the anxiety she felt towards the end of my workout. The boys thanked her for her concern and for checking in on me after two rounds. She shared how Lao had touched her shoulder and sent small tendrils of chi into her. Tracy was quite proud of the kiss Lao gave her. Now the boys teased her about having to decide between two men. Why choose between them Tracy asked. She declared she'd have them both.

I excused myself from the table to check in with my accountant about his meal at Belissimo before it got too late. Nothing had shown up in the accounts to suggest any financial reason for the stress and change in atmosphere. Yes they had noticed it immediately when they arrived. Watching the staff he said it seemed as if they were all very sad despite the quick smiles and warm greetings. The food was good but he admitted the boys had done better with the meal on Tuesday. I passed this comment on to the boys. Tracy insisted on a toast to the boys which everybody joined in. The others cleared the table while Tracy and Catherine dragged me to the balcony to help finish the vodka and enjoy the last cigarette.

“Tracy, you both deserve your time with him.” Dylan told her when she asked if he minded. “I had almost three glorious hours with him last night. Feel free to give him a kiss or two from his sons while we clean up.”

The boys joined us on the balcony. They each chose one of the ladies and sat down in their laps. The rest of the gang had to say their good night to us on the balcony. There was no way the boys were getting up from their seats. Besides as they pointed out there was still a third of a bottle left to finish. They told the ladies they appreciated their work in getting me drunk. Dylan told Catherine he didn't mind if all the vodka put me to sleep. Dylan admitted to being curious about making love to me while I was awake or asleep. The awake part he was familiar with but he usually went to sleep at the same time or before me. This might be the night he settled the question.

I let them banter as I relaxed in the cool night air. Sophie and J had decided to snuggle on the couch for a bit. We all knew they were waiting to give the ladies a ride home but went along with their story of enjoying the energy of the apartment. Tracy poured us our last round. We toasted Lao and his conniving. Then went inside to say good night to the lovebirds on the couch.

“Do you want to wait until I'm asleep?” I asked the boys when they had finished undressing me.

“We'll start now and see how long you stay awake.” Adam told me. “Don't worry we won't take it as an insult if you fall asleep.”

This reassurance proved very comforting because before the boys had gotten undressed I was asleep. I woke to a wonderful wetness inside my ass which told me they'd successfully answered Dylan's question. Before my housekeepers arrived I'd returned the favor with a load in each of their asses. We didn't linger because they had to get their bags packed in preparation for our weekend away. I gave the boys a ride to school in our rented car while my housekeepers got the chili and other supplies ready. Then I came back to collect them for our meeting at Belissimo. My housekeeper would give me a frank and honest appraisal on the cleanliness of the place and Tracy wouldn't leave me alone.

I was glad to see the entire staff had shown up for our meeting. Even without my lessons in chi I'd have felt the oppressiveness of the energy. When we had all been introduced I asked them to serve the leftovers from the previous night. My housekeepers tucked into their samples right away. I kept my gaze fixed on the chef and saw him flinch. Then I tried my food. When we finished I simply said I wanted to look at the restaurant and the kitchen. Tracy remained chatting with the staff while I stepped outside with my housekeeper. She told me it wasn't spotless but very clean nonetheless. Signs that things were a little off without being bad.

“So it all seems to come back to the chef.” I told my housekeeper. “The food is slightly below par and Frederick was right in saying the boys did a better job on Tuesday. Nobody will think it odd if I talk to the chef alone.”

Tracy followed my orders and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a carafe of coffee. We sat down at a table in the kitchen to with our coffee and whiskey. Tracy rummaged in the fridge for some whipped cream to top our coffee. The she served our chef a mug with a good amount of whiskey.

“Go ahead. I think you need it, Peter.” I told him. “Now why don't you tell me what's bothering you?”

Peter burst into tears. Tracy instinctively sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around him. She held the mug for him to take a few sips. When he had finished his first cup he finally calmed down enough to talk to us. Tracy made him a second cup just as strong as the first.

“You'll be fine.” I assured him. “Go ahead and enjoy it. Now how can I help you?”

I listened for fifteen minutes as Peter spoke about how ill his son was. How he was getting slowly weaker with each passing day. Then I asked him some questions. Tracy told me Lao was two blocks from here. I asked Peter to come with me for a short walk. Tracy popped into the main restaurant to share a quiet word with my housekeeper. Then she left and joined us around the corner. We were lucky to find Lao alone in the studio. I apologized for disturbing him but he brushed my apologies aside. When I had finished thanking him for his help at the gym I introduced Peter. Lao listened intently for several minutes. Then he wrote down Peter's address.

“Peter, you can go back home with Lao straight from here and introduce him to your wife, daughter and son.” I told him. “Tracy please give him your phone number. I'm will be busy this weekend, Peter, and may not answer my phone. I'll check in with you early you early next week but I want you to keep Tracy updated about what Lao has to say. Lao, please contact Frederick if you need anything and to get paid for your services. Frederick will be able to arrange for any special items of furniture or other equipment you might need. Tracy will let him know to expect your call. Thank you, Lao, for agreeing to help.”

“You restored my faith in Westerners yesterday a bit.” Lao told me. “I will gladly help this man. A bit for you but mostly because children have a hard enough time without being sick. Don't worry about it. I'll prepare some teas for the whole family. You cannot treat a part without treating the whole.”

“They taste awful so be prepared.” Tracy told Peter quietly. “Awfully good, Lao. Like that dessert you introduced us to the other day. Can we stop in for some? We'll need three. Rohan's housekeeper is with us. Thank you for letting your mom know we are on our way.”

Lao's mom was beaming when we met her. She gave me a big hug and even kissed me on the lips before I kissed her. This caused a commotion and the staff never moved when she spoke to them sharply. Despite his cool demeanor downstairs it appeared I had created quite an impression on Lao yesterday and he couldn't stop talking about it. I told her he was a very good teacher. Tracy told her that Catherine would be calling her to ask to chat with her about Lao. Like any mother she was happy to meet for tea with Catherine and Tracy to talk about her son. I thanked her with a kiss for the desserts and we hurried back to the restaurant.

While we were away my housekeeper had gotten them started on addressing the little things she'd spotted. I called them all to the table and told them Peter's son would be treated by a very special doctor. The doctor would send all bills to my accountant. There would be an assistant chef working with Peter for as long as he needed. I'd talked Peter into it by saying if he needed to take time off it would be reassuring for him to know there was a chef here he had trained. What I didn't tell Peter was that I'd already trained this chef and talked him into helping out under the guise of learning. Everybody was glad to hear Peter had unburdened himself and was accepting help. I asked my housekeeper if the staff knew what she expected from them. She told me they knew exactly what she expected. Tracy let them know about Thomas' party coming over this weekend. The staff assured me they felt terrible about things getting so bad and would make it up to him. I assured them I wouldn't let it happen again.

Then we were on our way home to prepare burgers for lunch. We wrapped some burgers and fries in foil for the boys and others. Morgan would be traveling up with his family but they had assured us they would be ready and waiting to leave the moment he got home. They didn't want to miss the dinner either. The boys were waiting for us when we arrived. They didn't waste any time getting into the car. I had arranged for us all to meet at the picnic spot out-of-town. This would give us a comfortable place to wait for Morgan. All the other members of our group were already waiting when we arrived. They happily accepted the burgers. Morgan arrived about thirty minutes after we got to the picnic spot. We caught up on the news from their family. Seems I was quite a hit with the rascals. They would be sorry to miss me at church. I confessed I would miss them as well but I'd deny ever saying that if asked. We were soon back on the road.

“Welcome everybody.” Lawrence said kneeling down to accept hugs and kisses from the boys. “Let me show you all to your rooms where you can freshen up before dinner.”

“This solves the problem of having to pitch tents in the dark after a good dinner.” I told Tracy. “No arguments about me paying for this? Seems strange from this crowd.”

“We all saw the sense in it.” Sophie told me. “Besides you aren't paying and Lawrence promised he would only use rooms that were empty. You get to go on ahead to spend a night alone with your sons.”

“And prepare breakfast.” I added.

“We'll join you at ten o'clock. Waffles and sausage would be a great choice.” Abby said. “Leslie is playing chaperone tonight so I'll need some cheering up in the morning.”

“You're assistants for preparing the feast will be arriving with us.” my housekeeper told me. “Make certain you're dressed.”

“Spoilsport.” Dylan said.

The groceries my housekeeper ordered had arrived safely yesterday and would be brought over with my assistants Lawrence told me as the gang checked in. Yes he would let my housekeeper take charge of the delivery if she gave him a couple of kisses. Tracy asked me if I appreciated the suffering my housekeepers endured to keep things running smoothly. I told Lawrence there was no need to dirty an entire room just so we could wash our hands and face. We made use of the bathroom in Sophie's room. Less than an hour later he led into a private conference room. Lawrence assured me the staff of the restaurant were preparing the meal so there was no need to worry.

“We are your guests. I'm sure whatever you have decided on will be wonderful.” I told him. “No you can't really go wrong with barbecue.”

“Dylan, I'm certain we can rustle up a baked bean or two for you.” Lawrence assured him. “I got your text and won't say a word to Rohan. We'll call it pure coincidence.”

“Thank you, Lawrence.” Dylan said kissing him on the cheek. “I am certain my secret is safe with you.”

Then Dylan gave me a kiss and squeezed my butt before heading off to join the other boys. Lawrence told me he had put Sanne in touch with the head chef so they could discuss what vegetables to grow. I thanked him for being such a great help to the boys. Lawrence told me he hoped it went well and inspired other people to grow vegetables. The big city wasn't all that far away. Provided enough produce was being grown the investment in a truck to take produce to the big city would be possible. More jobs would be created and more money would flow into the local economy which would mean more guests at the hotel and restaurant.

“Suddenly your suggestion of a small vegetable patch has turned into a project that could stimulate the entire economy of a small town.” Lawrence told me. “Somebody might want to open a hydroponics supply store soon.”

“Somebody will step up. I will check with Frederick, my accountant, to see if there are still funds in my no-interest loan fund. Thank you, Lawrence, I'll let you know if it needs a little propping up. Now we'd better mingle or I'll be spanked for monopolizing your time.”

I felt at a loss without any cooking to do before dinner. Leslie noticed me looking around the room with a lost expression on my face and headed over to hug me. I need to get used to it I told her. Yes it's the part about cooking I mentioned I'd need help with during our session. Dealing with it by drinking a lot isn't an example I want to set for my sons so I'll bear with it. The speeches will start soon. Then we will be eating and I'll be all right.

There was always seemed a lady ready to latch on to me when I was left alone for more than a few seconds. Dylan noticed but after a few words with Leslie he went back to the boys. Lawrence had slipped away to one side of the room where they were clearing a small platform. When he came down from it he asked us all to step towards it. The three boys climbed up on the platform with him.

“Tomorrow afternoon we will enjoy a joint celebration of Rohan adopting these two wonderful boys and the launch of these three boys' business.” Lawrence said pausing in response to some surprised gasps from the crowd. “I guess Morgan chose to keep it as a surprise for you guys. You'll get to see it all tomorrow I'm sure. Right now it is time to present Adam and Dylan with their armbands. The ones commissioned by Morgan to affirm their brotherhood.”

While Morgan slipped the armbands on the waiters circulated through the crowd offering us glasses of champagne. I nodded at the one standing at the base of the steps with four glasses on his tray. He took them up to the three boys and Lawrence. When we all had our glasses in hand Lawrence called out “The brothers” and we all toasted them. There was a lot of hugging and a few tears shed for the next few minutes but Lawrence has organized things very nicely. Before anybody can fall apart too completely the food was served.

The smell of barbecue soon got people moving towards their seats. I noticed my housekeepers had positioned themselves close to the boys so they could load up some salad on their plates. The amount on each of their plates even impressed me. Morgan's mom asked me how I managed to get her son to so quietly accept such a mound of greens on his plate. Spankings work well even in this technological age I told her. All he needed was to see Adam and Dylan being spanked to realize greens aren't so bad. She smiled and asked for a picture of Morgan eating salad.

Lawrence said he quite understood everybody wanting to spend time in their hotel room because it was such a treat. No we cannot tip the staff because it is all taken care of so we can leave. The boys seem shocked they didn't have any dishes to do. Lawrence told them they got the night off dishes if they kissed him good night. The boys kissed him soundly on the lips in their excitement. Moments later Morgan was dragging his folks towards the room asking them if they've ever seen such a big TV.

“You gave them all suites didn't you?” I asked Lawrence.

“Sophie and Amanda insisted I only use the empty rooms which meant using the suites.” Lawrence told me. “Good training for my housekeepers to put them back together tomorrow so we all win.”

“Lawrence, would it embarrass you if I gave you a thank you kiss? Does all your staff know?”

“Oh, they've known for years. I always tell people before I hire them so if they have any issues with working for a gay boss they can leave before I spend time and money training them. No, it wouldn't embarrass me, Rohan. I've always been a little curious. You've gotten rave reviews from the boys.”

“Uh oh.” Dylan said with a broad grin spreading across his face. “A good thing Morgan's folks have left.”

“Why the uh oh Dyl....” Lawrence began but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.

Stepping up to Lawrence I leaned forward so just our lips made contact. I kissed him full on the lips for a couple of minutes before pressing my tongue into his mouth. We French kissed for a few more minutes before I drew his tongue forward and nibbled on the tip. Then having got my breath back I leaned in to suck on his lip. Both the upper and lower ones got some lingering attention. I finished by returning to where I started with our lips pressed against each other.

“The uh oh was because you gave us such a wonderful gift and this is the only way you'd allow Rohan to thank you. I knew it would be something special.” Dylan said into the stunned silence of the room.

All the staff had stopped to watch us kiss. They all felt the heat and affection of it as it continued. When Dylan answered Lawrence there was total silence in the room. Then they burst into applause, hooted and whistled. Lawrence blushed a very deep shade of red.

“You really ought to give him a kiss for each of us.” Adam suggested with a wink at Lawrence.

“Gods, no I'd totally embarrass myself. Please can I have a rain check? No offense Rohan. I just uh really...”

“Need a little alone time.” Dylan suggested quietly.

“I don't think you know Dylan endured almost three hours of that sort of treatment only spread from head to toe.” Adam said just as quietly.

“I cannot imagine it thank the gods. Rohan, the boys were right. I will always remember that kiss. Thank you.”

“Adam is right in saying I still owe you one more. I will collect.” I warned him.

“We could hold him down for you.” a pretty waitress offered. She laughed when Lawrence smacked her butt. “Thank you, for doing that in front of a room full of strangers. He's been so good to us and won't accept anything in return.”

“Sounds familiar.” Dylan said. “Are you sure us boys can't give you a hand cleaning up? I'm certain there are some dark corners for Rohan and Lawrence to snuggle in while we help.”

“Thanks for the offer but Lawrence told us a bit about why he was hosting this dinner. We all volunteered knowing it would be a lot of work and we'd finish late. Yes, he's overpaying us. You guys were all so kind and respectful. Would the three of you mind if I?”

“Rohan will squirm a little but us boys would be honored.” Adam said offering his cheek. She took his face in her hands and turned it so she could kiss him on the lips.

The other ladies decided to get in a kiss as well. One brave guy even stepped up and you could feel the relief wash through him when Dylan pulled his face down gently to initiate the kiss. I kissed him in the classic bent over backward pose with my arm around him. His courage deserved some reward. Lawrence was wiping at his eye when I set the waiter back on his feet.

“Thank you all for making it such a wonderful dinner. Now let's go thank the chefs and kitchen staff.” I said taking Lawrence by the hand and leading him out the conference room.

Lawrence told us not to take too long because we still had a drive and had to get up early to prepare breakfast. I declined his offer to bring breakfast with him in the morning. He told me he understood my wish to cook and he'd already told my assistants know they would be joining us for breakfast as well.

“Don't we need to take some of the groceries from here with us so we have food to cook for breakfast?” Dylan asked.

“Why ruin the surprise my housekeeper has prepared for me?” I told him as we headed to the parking area. “She will have sent an order of food to the cabin care of our contractor. What arrived here is most likely just for the for the feast and Sunday.”

Lawrence got a quick kiss on the lips by all three of us when we said goodbye at the car. The drive to the cabin was uneventful. There was plenty of moonlight so I switched off the headlights as we approached the gate so we wouldn't see any of the new structures clearly. The main growing room was safely hidden behind the garage but my new workshop was next to it and I didn't want to ruin the surprise. The boys promised they would wait for the others before exploring the new buildings provided I kept them distracted. Why yes I do believe I could think of one or two ways to keep them distracted but I'll try one or two of those distractions out tonight in case they need tweaking in the morning. Dylan told me I was being very wise. Adam suggested being careful I didn't tweak something important.

“No, Scoundrel, we are not getting out of the car. Tonight we are going to enjoy another first.” Dylan told me.

“Car sex?” Adam asked.

“Yes. The only thing we get to wear are our armbands. That goes for you as well, Scoundrel, make certain you're undressed properly when you climb into the back with us.”

Before I step out of the driver's seat to make my way to them I lower the windows. The night air is cool on my flesh as I remove my clothing. The thought of fucking my sons in the car is very arousing. This wouldn't be the most comfortable fuck I would give them but it would be one of the hottest. Adam knowing me way too well reached into the console between the front seats and grabs a bottle of lubricant.

“Only our dad would try to fuck his way out of a speeding ticket.” Dylan says with a smile as he let Adam lubricate his ass.

Leaning in I kissed him deeply. Standing naked half in the car French kissing Dylan is amazing. When he was ready I lifted up his legs and slid in between the seats. Glad I chose an SUV I think as I settled into place. Dylan's legs were resting against my chest which presented his tight hole to my cock. I leaned over Dylan to grab the back of his seat and glanced across at Adam. He reached down between us to grab my cock and guided it into Dylan.

“Kiss me, Adam.” I told him as my hips began their instinctive response to the pleasure in my groin.

The limited space meant each thrust was a short one. Long enough to touch him in a way that made him squirm was long enough I told myself and judging by how much he squirmed his seat I know there was enough room. I deliberately avoided touching him. I kept my hands on the seat above him. Kissing Adam muffled any sounds of pleasure that might have slipped from me during Dylan's relentless buggering. Car sex was what he wanted and I intended to make certain that it was memorable.

Kissing and thrusting I brought myself steadily to the point of no return. I didn't need any more in that moment than kissing Adam while buried in Dylan's ass. The thought of filling Dylan's ass with my cum was arousing enough. Allowing the increase of pleasure to increase the pace of my thrusts I let my cum flow smoothly from me into Dylan. Holding myself buried to the hilt inside of him I enjoyed creating a wet mess inside his ass. Keeping our lips tightly sealed I broke the kiss only when I finished emptying my balls.

Stepping out of the car again I turned Dylan sideways on the seat with his legs sticking out of the car. I leaned forward to exchange a few quick kisses before helping myself to his cum. When I finished licking it from his stomach and groin I took him gently in my mouth and licked his cock clean. Dylan's gasp told me I ought to have waited a little longer for his cock to recover but I kept on with my task.

“Please, Scoundrel, please hurry it up. That's not hurrying and you know it.” Dylan gasps.

“Yes, I do know it.” I told him licking the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. “Think I missed a drop.”

“You will pay soon enough for this, Scoundrel.” Dylan promised letting me torture him some more. “I'd like you in the same position I was, 1201. Rohan will have to get to your ass in the next minute or two if we plan on being ready for our guests tomorrow.”

Teasing and tormenting Dylan had gotten me hard enough. No doubt the pressure of Adam's tight passage would finish reviving my erection. Dylan got into place next to Adam. The lad soon made good on this threat to make me pay. A half-dozen kisses into my second fuck I found out what he had in mind.

“Ow! Fuck!” I cursed as the pain caused me to break off a kiss.

“Yes and make it a good fuck, Scoundrel.” Dylan told me continuing to spank the underside of my balls.

“Serves me fucking right for leaving you online without supervision.” I grunted as my head reeled from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

“You have no idea what us boys have learned online. Aren't you glad we use our online time to further our education?” Dylan asked innocently between kisses.

Striving to end the spanking I drove harder into Adam. My willing fuck boy was happy to absorb the increased force behind my thrusts. In my eagerness to get off I was effectively spanking myself with the back of the front seat. Dylan knew how much I enjoyed his torment of my balls. The scurvy knave also knew to spread out these treats so when he I got to enjoy it the orgasm was always knee-buckling in tensity. Tonight I learned this remained true even though I'd just emptied my balls minutes before. There was no thought of keeping quiet through this orgasm or locking myself in a kiss with Dylan.

Dylan had no intention of missing a sound as he kept up with the spanking all through the fucking. The spanking had steadily increased in force as I pounded into Adam harder and harder. Thank the gods I was snug between the seats. Even as my balls pumped my seed into Adam their spanking continued. Five more swats landed after I deposited the last of my seed inside Adam's ass. Only then was I allowed to clean Adam.

“This car sex isn't too bad.” Dylan said as we walked towards the cabin.

“I think we shouldn't rush into a judgment.” Adam told us. “Let's give it a few more tries before we decide, shall we?”

“Good idea, brother.” Dylan said. “We all know how much pets enjoy going for rides in the car. This last ride left my pet pervert a little weak in the knees.”

“Cramps.” I said knowing they wouldn't believe me for a minute.

“Of course.” Adam said kindly.

“Huh.” snorted Dylan.

Laughing we entered the cabin and stood just inside the doorway to enjoy the moment. Yes it is a very special place I told Dylan. This is the first time I am standing inside this cabin with my sons. Let's enjoy it for a bit. After our shower I led them downstairs for something to drink. We sat on the couch with the lights off. The moonlight was all we needed. Noticing the time I reluctantly led us upstairs to the bedroom.