TRAVELER
Chapter 147

by CARL DICKSON

Our hope is that every homosexual youth in this country can find a home and someone to love them as they are.
No one deserves to be discriminated against, no matter what their differences from society's norm
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A tidy quote from chapter 137
"titles belong on books, not people" ©Carl Dickson—2007

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Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys.
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    I think that I need to quit trying to figure how difficult one week is as compared to another. I had a serious case of the blues and blue balls on top of that when I had left Jerry Thompson and Tim Mark off at the truck stop in Mobile, Alabama then turned around and headed back to Pensacola, Florida to leave Jim Watkins at his grandmother, Eva's, home. I headed north with tears in my eyes and an empty bed as I tried to decide what I should do next.
    I ended up with a young boy in Atlanta, Georgia that was trying to run away from life. I have often thought back on our encounter and wished that I had done things differently. Armed with little to no information I set my bird dogs on the boy's trail and he was located in 2006. The report that I received almost broke my heart, I had tried to take the kid with me, but I did not try hard enough.

    Warren's surgery to straighten his leg had been successful and he was home, but off of his feet for several weeks, he will be confined to a wheel chair for six weeks before he will be able to use a pair of crutches. My heart was filled to overflowing when Warren was wheeled up to me by his new boyfriend, Morris Lacrosse. I had learned that Morris had an older brother that had lost a leg in a freak accident as a youngster, Morris loved to push his big brother around in his wheelchair.
    It was on one such outing that Morris stepped behind some bushes to relieve his bladder when he had been grabbed up by Fesell and taken to the boy farm where he met Dennis, Ezio, and Wayne—boys taken from Cullen's country. Athos had found those four boys as well as Sergé and Niel at that training center. I met all three French boys, Morris, Sergé, and Niel, one afternoon when several of Europe's top banking executives joined me on Voyageur Marin© off of the coast of Italy in August.
    Athos told me that the family believed that Morris had abandoned his brother because he was trying to hide the fact that he was a homosexual. Athos had tried to explain to the brother and their mother what had happened to the youngster, but they wanted nothing more to do with him. The mother was struggling to feed the family on the meager funds she had available to her after the death of her husband and did not want a "fagot homosexuel dans sa maison." A tired old story of parents not wanting their own children in their house. I kissed the new couple and told them that I loved both of them deeply.
    For the present Warren will occupy a room near the kitchen and he will be taken to school by the larger high school boys that can carry him without hurting his leg. Morris has begged for the job of pushing Warren around the campus, both boys are attending eighth grade classes as I try to help my European boys adapt to American schools. And of course Warren had completed one semester of his eighth grade so I was giving him a chance to pick up where he left off.

    I was also using the older high school boys to run a shuttle service for our young men that were living in Rick's warehouse. All, but one of them had a clean background and were able to start school at once. The boy with the beard, Macy, had warrants for grand theft auto. Bull is representing him and we will see what we will see, in the meantime he is studying his ninth grade classes under the tutelage of Edmund at a table inside the man's kitchen. Ouch, that's got to be rough, but at least the boy's not in lockup.

    I looked about the room at my loving family and decided that we had not let all of the boys introduce themselves. I singled out a sparse lad named Jonathan, he may be small of stature, but the boy has been made tough by a tough life. He jumped up and began his cute story that had all of the boys laughing heartily.

    "My name is Jonathan Heally, I am twelve and three quarters years old. I know the name of every car on the road and I play trombone. I love horses and dogs and they call me the hoopmeister 'cause I love to shoot hoops, and I'm damn good, anyone for a game of horse? I'll beat you three out of five every time.
    I guess that I am not as bad as those people say I am 'cause I did what so many of you guys did, I got caught sucking my foster brother and he pretended that he was asleep. I fixed him though, I told his best friend what he did to me and his friend told everybody in school how my foster brother likes it up his ass.
    "Feenie the weenie is what we call him now, is almost fourteen and he loves cock, in either end, or both. Me and his friend, I won't say his name cause he's a good guy, used to do Feenie everyday after school and several times on weekends. Five other guys have done Feenie up his butt and they all told on him after my story got around school.
    "It didn't do no good though cause my foster parents wouldn't believe their pussy baby's a fag and they told the state that I could not live there no more so here I am and I got the best part of the deal."
The boy was quickly enveloped by his new brothers expressing their love and acceptance for him. I can count on my boys to make another feel good."

    "Hey hunky uncy, ya ain't let me unc Del tell the family wot 'is story is." The boys threw their pillows at Cullen and booed his accent. This queeing is to be the king of his nation in just over a month and the family knows how much that position means, if he can move back and forth this easily with us what would happen should he lapse into his cockney at a state dinner? I did nod at Del though, I had heard his story, but Cullen was correct, the family as a whole did not know it.

    "Well, I suppose that wot I done were wrong a bit, but wot's a lad to do to get 'is jollies, as it were. I were known 'bout the skate park as a puff and I put me name in the toilet to tell the other lads that I were ready to do 'em.
    "I got this 'ere disease that is called gimmecum and there is only one known treatment for it. There were this one toilet that was back away from the main park area and that were me best cottage, if ya know what I mean."
    "Yeah, we know what you mean, you were a right puffing poof in the cottage off the lane," Cullen cracks himself up with his jokes.
    "Well, me laddie buck, I do a bit more than a puff, you know, you like to have a good stuffin' at your arse and that is wot got me 'ad. This right jolly old fellow 'ad a sweet piece on 'im and I were so 'ungry for a good shagging. I 'ad 'is 'ole joint down me gullet when 'e up and goes, "A quid if you bend over." I made 'im give me ten, but I would 'ave done it for nothing for the joint that 'e 'ad. 'E were right in there with the old Newton's Cradle bit going and 'e 'ad me singing his tune.
    "I guess that I were a bit loud cause luck weren't with me that day. This 'ere bobby wot always climbed me arse 'bout 'anging 'bout the loo so much looked 'is self over the top 'o the cottage where we was up to it and we both got a trip to lock up. I got me two years for being a pervert, can ya 'magine, me a pervert? All I done was give the old queen a good time and they call me a perv. Weren't so bad though, I met me a lot of right 'ung lads wot done me up good while I cooled me 'eels a bit.
    "Me sister weren't so keen on wot I done and she got da to bring me over 'ere to learn me to be a right proper fag boy, 'ow'm I doin' da?"

    I gave him a thumbs up and listened to the boys laugh at his story.
    I had Del come and sit his six foot frame down in my lap so that I could fondle Dr. Will's handy work. Doc knows how to administer male growth hormones so that a boy's body develops as it should without getting out of proportion everywhere else. Del had a very nice body when I first met him, he just didn't have a developed man package, hormone treatment has began to turn that around.
    Del's boi cock has grown from a petite four and a half inches to a man sized six inches of normal thickness in the six months that he has been living with us. He still suffers from his gimmecum virus, I suppose that it is a naturally occurring disease in males of our ilk, everyone in my house has to be inoculated several times a day.
    "Del, you told me that you had never tried buggering, but one time. Why did you tell the boys that you let the old man in the park bend you over?"
    "I lied to you, da. I wanted to 'ave a go at your wanger and I didn't know, but wot you wouldn't do no poof like me so I…"
    "I was aware of your falsehood when I took you to bed, Del. I have been with many boys and I know when a boy has and hasn't. I have waited almost six months for you to tell me the truth."
    "I love it up me bum, da, but few would ever do me. I can suck a thousand lads a day, but I don't get anyone that I can let shag me very often. That old man in the toilet was 'ung like you and some of these lads and I 'ad to 'ave it that day.
    "What are you going to do to me for lying to you?"
    "What do you think that I should do?"
    "I guess I 'ave to tell the family and let them decide." I nodded at him.

    Trust is about the only thing that holds any group of people together. Even in a blood family, when the bond of trust has been broken then there is an emptiness that fills every heart. Del had told a lie, but he had continued that lie and never tried to make it right. For that the boys could not be lenient. There are entirely too many of us in the family to met out full punishment on a boy so a special committee was selected to decide how to deal with this particular situation.
    Including Del, there are ten BBCs in the family at the present time. Thirteen year old Joshua Pillowby was selected spokesman for the punishment committee and everyone was well satisfied with his recommendations. "Me mum washed me mouth out with soap when I lied to her. We talked about this and we don't want no liars around us, but we like Del and we will give him one more chance.
    "Dad, he lied to you so you gotta do it to him, you gotta wash his mouth out with soap, everyday for a week." That was cruel and unusual. "But we don't want him to get no reward for what he did either. We talked about his virus and we decided that he should take two aspirin, nothing else. He is going to have someone with him everywhere he goes for the next seven days, he is not allowed any kind of sex, ever.
    "If he gets a hard on we will snap the head of his cock with our thumb and middle finger. He will not be allowed to wank himself, he will not be allowed to have a dream. Nobody is going to do him up and he will not have any cum in him, on him, or around him for seven days. For the next two months he will only have his boyfriend to love him. Nobody else is to have any sex with him at all.
    "Del, we all love you and think that you are really neat, but we don't want a liar 'round us 'cause you can't trust a liar. Cecil will let you come back to his room next week, but for now you will sleep in a room where all of us can watch you. No, you may not hug anybody, or kiss anybody, or none of that for this one week either." The boy sat down on the floor and crossed his arms, he had said his piece and it was final. I have a bunch of very smart kids in my house.

    I had not seen Daylight for five weeks. I kissed Cory good morning and asked him if he wanted to go on a pussy hunt with me. Our lips were still touching as I asked this question and our eye lashes were mixing it up with the other's, Cory's eyes crossed and he giggled against my lips. "You are one strange man, I like it, but you are strange." We decided that we would hop on the Lear Jet and pop over to Tahlequah for the weekend.
    I took Roddy aside and asked him if he wanted to see his mother, he dragged his foot as he looked at Dane. Somehow I feel good about Rodney and Dane being together, they both seem to be well adjusted and they get along well with the other family members. Roddy is still spoiled rotten and I have had to redden his little butt cheeks several times, but Dane is quiet and even tempered, just going with the flow, so to speak.
    I put a boy on each knee and talked straight to them. I had no problem with Dane going along as long as Rod didn't abuse the privilege and they didn't get too frisky in front of Daylight or Sarah. Let's face the facts, neither boy could compete with an earthworm in the manhood department and neither of them could penetrate the other deep enough to cause any pain. Their main interests lay in snogging their brains out and just being close. That is cute and I have no problem with it at all, in the proper place.
    I also asked RD to go along with us, I want us to be a family and I have sincere hopes that RD will accept Daylight as his mother surrogate. RD surprised me when he grabbed me and kissed me while thanking me for including him in my family. It took me a few minutes as we sat together in total privacy, RD loves Roddy and he was impressed with Daylight. I learned that Cory would take him down to Betty's house with him and he would sit back and feed his little brother, Cory Stevens, and he didn't even mind changing the baby's diaper. I held my son as thoughts of his own fatherhood danced about in my mind, I look forward to having a grandson by him.

    I kissed every boy in the house as they left for school. I will miss them terribly, but I would only be gone two nights, a lifetime in the life of a boy. My high school boys didn't want to waste time with their studies, they could do that after I left, they wanted to spend some quality time with me. Chrisy had no classes for the morning so he came up to be with the oldest part of the family and just share together. Of course Pete had to be called and he rousted Jerry and Tim out of their sleep-in so that we could all join together.
    Edmund had heard of our family get together and told the high school boys to skip breakfast. After all of the students had left for their day Edmund called all of us into the dining room of my house and told us to sit down. Sixty two fags that had been a part of each other for so long sat around the table in love and family fellowship. Edmund and Mitchell began to sit large baskets filled to overflowing with hot thick biscuits onto the table. Edmund sat a large bowl of spicy sausage gravy in front of me and I grabbed his naked ass for a hot kiss, which drew whistles and lewd remarks from the boys that wished they were getting that kiss.
    Ona came in with a large pan of crisp bacon, Isi was helping him as he carried another large pan of scrambled eggs. Edmund had two electric griddles already hot for Ona to prepare eggs to order for some of the boys that prefer their eggs fried. Ona broke the first round of eggs then walked down the table to where Isi was sitting next to Mike. Ona picked up Isi's bottle of juice and stared at his son.
    Isi hung his head as he walked over to the sink where Edmund stepped aside for the boy to pour out the contents of the bottle. Edmund reached into the refrigerator and handed Isi a bottle of 100% pure red grape juice and patted the boy on his ass. Isi turned and gave the man a hug and a thank you then chucked his empty bottle of grape drink into the garbage.
    Juice is an important part of our family diet, but we make certain that we get the full benefit of the juice. Fruit drinks are artificially flavored and have sugar added to them, not healthy for growing boys or old men. Throughout the house Edmund keeps large bowls well stocked with fresh fruit every day.
    Fresh fruit is important in our diets as it provides much needed fiber and many nutrients. My grandmother liked to tell me that 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away,' after studying that amazing fruit I have to agree that it is most beneficial. It contains a large amount of fiber, but it also contains pectin, an LDL cholesterol lowering benefit.
    Apples are also good for diabetics, Damien and I are given a bowl full of the sliced fruit sprinkled with one quarter of a teaspoon of cinnamon each morning. Both of us also eat a banana during breakfast for a quick, natural source of potassium, which is stripped out of the body by the frequent urination caused by our disease. Throughout the day someone brings me a small bowl with citrus sections in it, I love red grapefruit, but almost any citrus is fine with me. Edmund sees to it that we have a wide variety of oranges, tangerines, tangelos, and grapefruit on hand at all times.

    Cas had news for us. He is graduating from college this year, as is Tyler. Cas had been offered a position with the sports department at the university as a Certified Athletic Trainer. I had felt that we could use him to establish a physical education program at BAW and had made overtures to him in that direction. Cas looked at the family then smiled at me and told me that he was going to accept the position with BAW, he likes the fringe benefits of working with the school. Some of the boys stood to wave their fringe at him.
    Tyler has chosen his degree in a field that would make him most valuable as a part of the school's administration. His organizational skills have long been an asset to the family and his ability to soothe hurt feelings is a major plus to me. He will be working in the office of the school and both men will have quarters in the dorm so that they can be in closer interaction with the boys. I hate to have them move out of their bungalow, but they both want to be where they can help the boys the most, a most admirable trait.

    After that send off Cory and I gathered our three companions for a trip to the land of the red man, in case you don't know, that is what OKLAHOMA means. I am not sure why, but then I have these premonitions come to me from time to time so I asked Cory to bring Traveler Too© around to the front door, I winked at him and told him to let RD help him.
    RD rushed through the front door and nearly knocked me off of my feet, "Thank you, daddy, that is so awesome. I can't believe that you let me drive him, he is so big and hard." I chuckled at him and pulled him close, I can't believe that I have had a son for all of these years and never knew him. He is perfect.
    We managed to get on the road a little past eleven Friday morning the twenty fifth, I had twelve hundred miles to go and I was not going to ask for an escort. Of course that did not mean that I was going to go slow, I turned on the lights and set the rocket thrusters, the old boy hadn't felt my hand at his controls for some time. He responded to me just as he always had, by the time we cleared the city limits the speed limit signs were nothing, but a blur as we blasted past them.
    About two miles east of town I discovered that I did have an escort, an Arizona DPS vehicle was running interference for us and an FI vehicle stepped in as we neared Benson. I sat back and let the old boy have his head. The DPS vehicle dropped out at Wilcox, I was impressed that he had been able to maintain the high speed for as long as he had. My boy is built for speed and so are the FI vehicles that we use, as Federal Agents our vehicles are called on for many different types of duty and they must be able to perform, the DPS vehicles are there to control traffic and there is little need for them to travel at a sustained high rate of speed.
    I opted for the slower trek across New Mexico. I had checked the weather before planning the trip and Cory was nose to screen with the computer as he checked every mile of highway 70 between Las Cruces and Clovis, I don't want to take Traveler Too© over icy roads. The sun was bright and the temperatures were well above freezing, even up in the mountains around Ruidoso, so over the mountain we went. We may have saved a few minutes by going on north to I-25, but the road between Albuquerque and Amarillo can get very windy and there were reports of ice on the road. Besides, I like the scenic route through the mountains and this time I was making the trip during daylight hours.
    I looked at the spot where Carl and Tom Dickson had been killed. I didn't say anything, but my heart tugged at me as I felt the loss of those two men. We were not extremely close, although I had worked with Carl for many years in his role as my security man for my house. It was because of him that Andy and I became partners and for that I owe his memory. I will honor that debt by raising his grandson, Sean, to be a man that he would be proud of.
    As we climbed up out of White Sands east of Alamogordo I had to pull back on Traveler Too's© reigns; I kept him slow until we dropped out of the mountains once again. Once we caught the bypass around Roswell we were back to speed. I pulled up at Amarillo for no real reason, but I had an eager youngster on board that I love dearly. I had enough cooking oil in the side tanks to take us to the girls and home again and the diesel fuel tanks had not been tapped, I had to make an excuse for having stopped. I gripped my stomach and told the boys to have fun and that I would see them later. They laughed at me, but Cory knows when I am playing my games.
    I headed back to the restroom area of the truck stop and sat down to watch a pair of young teens working up a lather as they tried their best to best the other at their video game. Cory walked up to me with a wide smile, "Everything come out okay?" I giggled at him as I held my hand out for him to pull me upright. Cory moved to me for a quick kiss and I heard the two boys gasp behind us, I pushed Cory out of the truck stop.
    I could hear the two boys telling someone that they saw us kiss, on the mouth, Cory quickly recovered. "Dad, wait up, I need to get some candy bars for the rest of the family." He dashed back inside and I heard him tell the man with the two boys that he had the greatest father in all of the world. I was trying to keep the buttons from popping off of my pull over shirt as I remounted my faithful steed once again.
    RD was sitting behind the wheel with a look of love on his face when Cory slipped up behind me. I moved to RD and placed my hand on his shoulder as I looked back at Cory, "Nice save." He blushed, but I had to tell the other three what he had done. They all laughed and RD started to rise, I pushed him back down into the driver's seat.
    "Take it slow and easy, he takes a bit of getting used to, this is not your little car, but a big boy toy." RD bounced out of his seat to give me a kiss and I turned him back around with a push toward the wheel. RD fired up the glow coils like he was an expert at driving big diesel engines, as soon as the air pressure gage came up and the RPM settled down he slipped the big boy into gear.
    There is not a lot to have to worry about with the Traveler Trio©, they are all equipped with a six speed automatic transmission, with overdrive. That does not mean that you can't blow an injector by over revving the Cummins Engine, or even lug the big old boy down, but the automatic takes care of most of that with a reasonable driver at his controls. RD pulled forward at a dead slow speed and moved to the traffic lane that would take us back out and onto I-40 eastbound.
    As with anything new, RD took his time to discover what he was in control of. Roddy got a thickened lip when he mouthed off to an already frightened teenager doing the best that he could to keep a six thousand pound vehicle between two rows of white lines. Cory picked the bawling boy up and took him to the back and we didn't see either one of them until we got close to Shamrock, fourteen miles west of the Oklahoma / Texas state lines.
    RD had his confidence up and was moving on down the road at two miles below the posted speed limit. He commented on the fact that it was strange to have vehicles passing us when an eighteen wheeler sped past sending up a vortex of wind that caused Traveler Too© to sway a bit. That frightened the boy and he wanted to pull over, but I wouldn't let him. I told him that if he were ever going to conquer the beast then he had to conquer his fear of the beast and learn who was master, man or machine. He smiled and wiped a tear with the quick move of his hand and reminded me that he really did love me, a lot. Ditto, son, always.
    I didn't want to pull RD out of the driver's seat, but I was not sure of his being able to drive in the heavy traffic around a large city. It was eight o'clock and we had just covered one thousand miles in nine hours, traffic in a city is heavy at all hours, night and day. I was pleased when RD pulled off of the freeway and into a truck stop at the far west side of Oklahoma City. I told him to pull over somewhere that we could get out and back in quickly, unless someone needed to go do a sit down then we would just swap drivers and keep on going. I was eager as I thought about my sweet wife and baby.
    RD bailed out of the seat with another hot hug and kiss that didn't do my amorous intentions any favors, I was ready to mount his tight ass right there in the middle of the floor. I slid behind the wheel and thought about RD, Cory and I both had our wives to spend the night with and Roddy and Dane would be twisted together in oral bliss throughout most of the weekend, I need to help RD find a partner. Dad, the procurer.

    The girls had a hot dinner prepared for us when we arrived just before ten. My mother-in-law, Fawn, was at the stove in the house of Sarah and her mother. She was working alongside her sister Beulah as they prepared mountains of food guaranteed to fatten me up. I suppose that the simple life could be something that I would enjoy, but I had to wonder how much fat and cholesterol was in the fried squirrel and roasted dove that was sitting on the table amongst mounds of potatoes and pan gravy. There were several varieties of vegetables along with hot bread and on the side board sat a very thick apple pie. It would be impossible to be hungry around my wife.
    The girls had another house guest to meet us, they kept smiling at RD throughout dinner. Sarah; Af—Sagi (pronounced say-ge)—in Ewf—Tsalagi, had her favorite cousin at the house, a sweet little thing named Q*w—Quemela—Pamela. Quemela had lost her mother two weeks earlier to the flu, which was sweeping through the tribe quickly. Sixteen year old Pam was presently living with her grandmother, Beulah.
    ufGU—Ugitsiha-Daylight-was crying softly, I pulled her head to my shoulder as I tried to comfort her. I was not sure why she was crying, but then I don't know all that I know about the dickless species and I know even less about the mother of my youngest son. She was softly singing a type of chant that I could just barely hear and could not understand most of the words to. "Gvgeyuhi—I love you, usti—little, oosdeeayoli—child, udyi atsu tsa—baby boy" were words that I was getting.
    Beulah and Fawn busied themselves in the kitchen of Sagi's mother and only smiled at all of us as they passed around the room cleaning up from dinner. Sarah and Pam began to talk in rapid Tsalagi and I missed almost every word, Cory straightened up and looked at me then he began to smile, "Hi, daddy." He looked at Daylight then his smile broadened. Roddy was around the table and rubbing his hand across his mother's belly, I sat back in shock.
    Sarah turned to Cory and told him that she was pregnant also, of course she spoke in Tsalagi, but I was turned on to the them by then and caught every word. RD was in the dark through it all so I turned to him and took his hand, "You're about to be a brother again my young love." His eyes lit up then I pulled him to me, he rejected me and wrapped his arms around his stepmother.
    "I love you, mom, take care of yourself, please?" I looked into his eyes and saw tears there, the boy is a true blessing to me. I pulled him to my lap and dragged Roddy around to join us in a family hug, there were tears of joy all around, at least I thought that they were tears of joy at the time.
    "We were going to find a better time and a better place to tell you our news, but the bear is loose from the snare and he is on the prowl," Sarah was looking straight at me. "Daylight can not have this baby, she is weak and the baby will kill her." My heart stopped, RD held me or I would have fallen out of my chair. I took Daylight in my arms and led her to a better chair, but she wanted to sit with me on the sofa. I know how much trouble she had when she carried Cory Stevens, that is why she lived in Brad and Jay's house where René could care for her. I was going to take my wife back to Tucson and I thanked my Lord above for telling me to bring Traveler Too© to do the job.
ùdyi wahya     We pulled our sons down to sit together with us as Daylight looked directly at RD, "You are completely your father's son and I am proud to know you. You are good to my little Gvnigetsuli and Aioli Wahya, I know that you will be there for my unborn son, ùdyi wahya, Ani Waya; my precious Waya family." That shows how much Tsalagi that I really know, I had thought that Cory Stevens was Aioli Waya, but without the H in the name for wolf it becomes wolves, just the opposite of what I thought, Daylight was calling us, Ani Waya, a family of wolves.
    "You are troubled my alihelitsidasdi—happiness, what is on your mind?"
    "I was thinking of story that my mother's father once told me, it is an ancient Tsalagi story that he learned when he came to see my grandmother before they were married. It is called the:

TWO WOLVES

A Cherokee Legend

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.
"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil — he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego."
He continued, "The other is good — he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you — and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

    My family looked at me, "I don't know that I am worthy of the precious sons that I have. In light of my actions do I have the right to bring another helpless child into my life?"
    "Kinda late for that, pops, it's already in the oven." I was about ready to bake Roddy's little ass, but I had to laugh at him, he picks this stuff up from the other boys no matter how hard I try to keep him innocent.

    Beulah and Fawn joined us at the table as Pam spread a tapestry before us that I had seen before, but I had much to learn from that too. The character that represents me leads four young cubs through the world as I protect them with my life. The girls had been with the old seer as she communed with her spirits to explain the large wall sized cloth that she had made before Cory came to the village that day in late August of 2004. That ancient piece of woven fabric had began when Cory's father was a young man, still living at home with his father, Chief Steve.
    In one corner it shows five cubs suckling on me, the old woman told the girls that one is Gvnigetsuli—Rodney, one is Aioli Wahya—Cory Stevens, with the smallest being my unborn son, the unnamed ùdyi wahya. Cory is shown at my upper breast as a standing bear—Yonv Gadoga, with little Chrisy—Yonv Anida, young bear-suckling at his breast. The one that had been thought to be Steven, is wearing boots, a sign that he had just come in from the outside, that is representative of RD. The owl and the mountain lion, Steven—Tlvdatsi' and Mike—Wahuhi, are curled below the teats of the wolf, not suckling, but seeking shelter. The owl slightly hides the head of RD, who is without an Indian character, so it was easily confused to be one and the same without careful study.—"definitions
    I wanted to find Daylight and Sarah on the large cloth, but they were not there. I looked for another to suckle on Cory, but saw none, that disturbed me deeply and I held Daylight close to me. Sarah saw my distress and told me that this was a picture of the men of my line. She unfolded a deerskin on which was painted the outlines of four girls, two grown. One woman had a baby girl at her breast and the other character was clearly a youth.
    Pam told us that these two pieces showed the lives of those that followed after duyugodv ayosdi, the powerful Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe who travels. I looked at the girl and I could see it in her eyes. "This is you?" I pointed at the youth on the deer skin, she nodded. "The baby, a baby girl? Cory's baby girl?" She smiled as she nodded once again. Cory turned to Sarah who smiled at her loving husband.

    I had one of the most fitful nights of my entire life. I dreamed that I was in a giant vacuum that was sucking all of those that I loved out into a vast darkness, I was forced to choose to hold onto Cory or to Cory Stevens as well as the last solid piece of the world around me. If I let go of my grip on the world then I would be lost with both of my Corys and I could not choose. Little Cory awakened me to a new reality, I had lain him on my chest when I had changed him around four o'clock, but he was still full of it and I felt it trickle down my sides as he giggled in his sleep. The boy is days shy of ten months old, does he know how to piss on his own father at that age, I guess he did.
    I had made my decision, I got out of bed and stepped into the shower. Clean and awake I stepped into Roddy's room and had to stop and look around. I had given Roddy all of my wolf figurines and pictures from my room at my mother's house. Dane was spooned into Roddy who was asleep and clutching my most prized trophy of youth close to his breast. I was nine years old when I poured the liquid plaster into the mold to make that wolf's head, I painted it with loving care, making sure not to get any paint where it should not be. The day that I sat with my mother and watched her sew that little wolf's head badge onto my blue cub scout uniform is one that has held my thoughts forever. I heard my great grandmother's voice as she leaned over my crib and whispered in my ear as she told me that I was a powerful wolf that would lead my family to safety, Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe.
    Roddy awakened and looked up at me, he looked down at the wolf's head in his hand and passed it to me, "I dreamed that you came to me and took me to a safe place where my mom and I can go to have a new brother." I dragged the boy from his bed and held him close as we both cried, him from fear, me from whatever demon was tormenting me.

    I carried Roddy on my shoulders and Dane ran along before us as we went down to breakfast, we found Pam and RD deep in conversation with his grandmother, Fawn, and his great aunt Beulah. I looked at RD and I knew that he knew Pam. He grinned at my knowing gaze and blushed then came over to kiss me good morning, the boy is a champ when he can still kiss his old man at sixteen years of age. Cory came in with his family and a few minutes later Ugitsiha followed with Cory Stevens.
    I set the plaster head of the wolf in front of my plate at the breakfast table and looked around at the eager faces. "Daylight is going to be okay, I am taking all of you home with me and I am going to get the finest doctors that I can find to take care of my wife and my children. Cory has bought a house across the street from my house where all of you are going to live."
    "Everything that we need to take with us is packed and sitting there in those boxes waiting for you to come and get us," Sarah told me. I looked at Cory who just stared at me, I began to laugh.
    "Your wolf guide has arrived," I told my family.
    "Pam, what are you going to do?"
    "I talked to granny and she can't take care of me, she is old, but she has others to care for her."
    "Pam, spit it out, honey, what do you know?" She unrolled the deerskin and pointed at the young girl on the hide, it wasn't fat. I took her hand and smiled at her as I took RD's hand and joined the two of them. They are too young to marry, but that is a bridge to cross at a later time.
    The boys made short work of stowing everything that the girls felt that they needed beneath Traveler Too©. The house, and everything in it, belongs to Sarah's mother who gave us her blessings and bid farewell to her youngest daughter. We all kissed the women goodbye then set out for Tucson before noon on Saturday leaving the three of them behind to wave us on our way.

    Three girls and two baby boys were placed into a twenty four hundred dollar a night suite at Rick's country club. I had not seen a need for the club in several years and had not renewed my membership there and they saw me coming. I don't mind if the little guy gets his, I know that I can buy that club and one hundred more just like it each day of the week for a few months, okay, I can be a snob when it suits me.
    I was impressed with RD when he came up to sit atop the engine compartment on our trip home, "Dad, I talked to mom and aunt Sarah about the furniture. Now don't go getting all gishy on me, but they like old stuff and you gotta admit that that stuff I got is old. So I told them that they could have it and Cory is like, no dude, we'll go buy new stuff and all that, but mom wants it and I want her to have it. It's not doing no good down in that basement so I'm gonna have it moved to Cory's house."
    I couldn't hug him and keep Traveler Too© between the lines at the same time, but my heart felt thanks went out to my son. I do know that Daylight really appreciates antiques, she wiped each piece of Jimmy's furniture down with tears in her eyes and told me that she had that kind of furniture in the home where she grew up, but all of it was lost in a house fire when she was away at college.

    We arrived back at the house at just past eleven on Saturday night and headed directly up to bed. Cory put Traveler Too© to bed. I carried Roddy while RD carried Dane, we undressed the boys and put them in their bed, like magnets they pulled against each other for an embrace without ever missing a single breath. RD put his arm around my shoulder and walked into my room with me, he turned and locked the door then looked at Cory then me.
    "I did it and you know it, but now I need to get my mojo back."
    "Is that something contagious, do you know where he lost that mo thingy of his," I asked Cory as innocently as possible.
    "No, I don't know where he lost it. Wait, I remember, Oklahoma, I lost my mojo back there when we stopped over after our trip to Georgia." he was flipping his stiffening cock around, "As I remember I got me a baby to take the place of my mojo. Hey RD man, you gonna have a baby?"
    RD sat down on the foot of the bed and began to cry, I glared at Cory who sat down beside him and put his arm around him, "So, tell us, how was it?"
    "Ass hole!!!"
    "That's enough. Cory you were seventeen and a half and going into your senior year of high school, RD is sixteen and a half and in the last half of his junior year. You were a bit more sexually active than RD is, as I recall." I held RD as I realized that he was not happy with what he had done, but that wasn't what it was about, at least I didn't think so.
    "If you didn't force yourself on her you did nothing wrong, beautiful boy."
    "Dad, I'm not beautiful, I am foul and rotten. I let things get out of hand and we went too far." I had to keep quiet and let him tell the story, but I was tired from a hard round trip drive and no rest in between. "I didn't fuck her if that's what you think, I ain't stupid enough for that. I don't want a kid yet, but damn that girl did things to me that no girl ever did."
    We were laying down with RD between me and Cory, he rose up on his elbow and looked me in the eye, "Dad, she got me so hard that I blew my load in my pants, and she knew it. She made me pull my pants down and she took a hot washcloth and cleaned me up and I did it again. No girl has ever made me do that, dad, it was scary."
    "You like her don't you?"
    "Yeah, I do. I couldn't quit staring at her all of the way back home. I don't want her to be here, dad, I can't be around her."
    "Why, because your body reacted to her and embarrassed you? RD, you are a healthy, vibrant male, your body only reacted the way nature designed it to work. As you age those things will come under your control, but for now that is just a part of growing up. Randall, let yourself grow up and quit fighting it, you are going to cause yourself to withdraw into a shell at this rate and I like the son that I have, just the way he is."
    "So will you fuck me for an hour or two and let me know that I am normal?" I had to chuckle at his idea of normal. I love his body, but what I wanted was not his ass. We agreed that since Cory was an ass hole that RD should fuck him then he would let Cory do the fucking for the rest of the night while I kept his cock wet and warm.

    "Uncle Chwis!!" four year old Petey ran to me dragging another boy his age along behind him. "This is my boyfweind, Towy." I bent down and got myself a hug from the youngster and asked him where his mother was.
    "I am right here, sir." I stood up and met a smiling face that I had long ago forgotten.
    "Hello, Carla, it is good to see you. Is Tory your boy?" I asked my old high school classmate.
    "Mine and Darlene's, she took the shot, I just held her hand." Carla and Darlene were long time friends of Sylvia's and I had often wondered about their relationship. I wondered if the shot was live or artificially inseminated, did they know who the sperm donor was? People who go for the science approach rather than crawl between the sheets together take time to know; they want healthy, bright children. Pam stepped up and I gave her a hug.
    I decided to drop a bombshell. "This is my wife, Daylight, and our son Cory Stevens. That little hellion sneaking up on Petey is our son, Rodney, and this big dude here is our eldest boy." Carla stood slack jawed as she stared at RD.
    "He looks just like you, Chris, he is beautiful. But I always thought…"
    "I thought the same about you. Remember Sylvia Hamm, RD is our son, she passed away and I am married to Daylight." RD walked over to his mom and kissed her and told her how much he loved her. He pulled out a chair for Pam to sit down next to Daylight as Cory and Sarah came up pushing little Chrisy in a stroller. I introduced Carla and Darlene to Pam, Sarah, and Cory. Everybody looked about as they tried to figure which Pam was which.
    Petey solved it when he said, "This is mommy." Our delemma came to an end.
    I asked mommy Pam if she could recommend any shops for our two expectant mothers. All three girls were eager to show the two ladies about, I volunteered to take care of all of the boys. RD and his Pam were off to see a movie and would be home later. RD turned and looked at Rodney, "Well little brother, are you going to the movies with me or not?" Rod jumped down from his chair and ran to his big brother and threw his arms around his leg. Cory and I sat back with our sons as we entertained Petey and Tory, our newest boyfriends.

    Two boys that I had known from Wilson's football team slid up to the table next to Cory and I. Cory looked over at them and called out, "Hey, Lonny, how's tricks George? Dad, that's Lonny Thomas and this is George Sanborn, but he likes to be called Sparky." Both boys had a look on their face that told me that I needed to listen to them. We invited them over and introduced them to our baby boys, I was right, Lonny was in trouble.
    "Cory, like man, I can talk to you and all can't I? I mean I fucked myself up so bad and I don't know what I'm going to do. I always thought that you were…well you got a kid and you are married so I guess…"
    "Hey, Lonny, you have a teenage problem, you think too much. You are in trouble and I can see it on your face. We are your friends and we can help, no matter what it is." I smiled at Cory, but inside I was in battle as I tried very hard to stifle a laugh, my Cory man shows me such maturity—with his background he amazes me.
    "Can't nobody help me, I got kicked out of school with only four months to go before I graduate and now I can't go to college."
    "Bet me!" I couldn't keep out of the conversation at that point. He looked at me and his face took on a softer look.
    "One time me and Sparky went down to that place where they got those great burgers…"
    "The fŗĩęñďş Çłųß," his buddy Sparky told him.
    "Yeah, that place, I seen you in there, you like talked to a friend of mine who thought that he was like gay and all and you really helped him. I don't see him any more, he doesn't go to school at Wilson, but he was real happy that he talked to you."
    "Do you remember his name?"
    "Yeah, it was Sean."
    "Sean Dickson is my distant cousin and he lives with Cory and me, he goes to a private school that I own."
    The boy perked up, "You own a school? I mean like a real school?"
    "Yeah. like a real school where you might be able to go and graduate this year and go on to college and like yeah, so tell me what happened to you." I love kids today and their language, like it is real kewl and all, you know?
    "Well, you may not want me at your school cause I…me and Sparky, okay buddy? We are kinda…"
    "Hey, I was sitting at the desk in a club for gay kids talking to your friend who thought he was gay. Go on, get your head around it, I don't bite, if I do I don't chew, and I never swallow, not the meat, but I really like the cream inside." That had both boys laughing and at ease. "Your turn."
    "I keep this journal for my English class and I kinda fucked up and put a file into it that I…well, I just wasn't thinking. It was really sexy and stuff and the school monitor saw it and I got expelled and can't go back, ever."
    "Gay stuff?"
    "'Bout Sparky and me and some of our friends, my whole life story. I guess the shit is gonna hit the fan over this."
    "When did this happen?"
    "Friday."
    "Sparky, how do you feel about his journal entry?"
    "Well, he kinda outted me and some of our buddies, now we are going to get so much shit."
    "Will it help if I tell you that Principal Ellis is an old friend of mine, I might be able to help."
    "The kids already know, they egged my car last night and they called Franklin's mother up and told her, he's toast."
    "I can still help, are you willing to tell your story to my school board?" I winked at Cory. "All of you that need help?"
    "Yeah, I guess, if I can finish up school and stuff I'll tell anybody."
    "Even if you have to stand before them naked?" Cory was about to roll out of his chair. "Okay, I'm having fun at your expense and I am sorry, it is wrong of me. The school that I own is for gay boys, there are no girls there, if you want to go to school with a bunch of fags who will think that you are about the hottest thing on two legs then I would like to have you come up to my house tonight and tell your story to all of us.
    "All of us will be naked and we will be checking you out, but nobody will touch you in anyway unless you tell them that they can."
    "Will Sean be there, he is hot, you remember Sean Dickson, Sparky, he's hot."
    "Fuck yeah, I remember him, I used to jack off thinking about him when I was in the ninth grade."
    "I was fucking you in the ninth grade."
    "Yeah, but I had to go home and I got horny at night and I would think about doing him and you at the same time."
    "Sean would like that. You two come and bring your friends if they want to go to school with you. Hey! Is your story on a disk? We could let Jimmy read it, you will like that." They both thought that I was totally crazy, but they were desperate and decided to come up.

    The five women came back and our wives were laden with packages. I called the store where most of the bags were from and asked for a courier to come to me. I charged the young man to deliver all of the girl's purchases to Cory's house that afternoon, I was not about to shuffle two pregnant women, two babies, and a half ton of merchandise out to my tiny little SUV on a cold Sunday afternoon.

    I was listening to Lonny and Pam behind me and I was learning more about the boy. It seems that Pam knew him from a few years back and she knew a girl that Lonny has been fucking by the name of Jane. I think that we might have a fun evening ahead of us.

    On the way home Daylight and Sarah were laughing and carrying on about Carla, the woman was relentless as she questioned Daylight about RD. She could do the math and knew that RD had to have been born when her friend, Sylvia, was still in high school, "that must explain why she disappeared," she told the girls, "her parents were awfully strict with her."
    Sarah told me that I should be proud of my wife, that she stood up to the snoop and answered her questions as honestly and evasively as she could. They told me that Carla was told when we met and when we married, the evasive answer came when she was asked about RD. Daylight simply told Carla that the boy is an excellent and loving boy, worthy to be called my son. Daylight told her that no father could ever be more proud of his son than I was of RD. I was driving, but I did hazard a grip on her hand and a smile.

    The boys had carefully moved every stick of RD's furniture from the basement to Cory's house and set it up. There was more furniture than I recalled having seen; as I began to look around I recognized a few pieces that I had seen many times in the past. Jimmy was smiling so brightly that we could have set him outside to brighten the cloud covered day. I gave him a tight hug and kiss, it was a sacrifice for him to part with his mother's prized possessions. He knew that they would be safe and lovingly cared for while, at the same time, giving him and the queeing a little more room to play around.
    Cullen still maintains his room with his fairy tale castle painted on the wall behind his bed. The time is growing so short for that young man to remain in my home and I am trying my best to stop the clock so that I can keep him with me forever. Cullen is the kind of boy that grows on a person, he is smart, no intelligent is a better word. He is wise beyond his years, and he is such a child. I can never conceive of a time when I would grow tried of being near his royal hinney, I may just move into his castle with him, I'll take Cory of course.

    My little ones' legs are just not long enough to keep up with us when we run. I had been running in every different direction lately, but I was missing my morning run around the neighborhood. I called βφτ house and invited the college boys up for a special presentation of our normal Saturday night activity that had been skipped because of my last minute trip to Oklahoma. I did not want the boys to skip their evening, but I cannot control what they do when I am not at home with them.
    My call to βφτ house was met with a challenge, Tim O'Connor has received a new foot for his prosthesis and he was sure that he would be able to run me into the ground. One hundred and twenty boys set out in small groups to run around the eight mile course and time keepers had set themselves up along the course to determine each boy's progress in our new exercise regime that Cas has laid out for them. Seven little ones, ten and under, rode their bicycles along with the runners as each of them were timed and their endurance carefully monitored.
    I try to give special duties to Roddy to let him know that he is special to me and one of his jobs is lowering the large west gate across the driveway so that the runners can come directly up to the west entry of granite house and not have to go through the main house. The heavy gates across the driveway are extremely dangerous if not activated properly and I have been made aware of a potential problem with the west gate. Heavy duty hydraulic rams push the gate down and a cog has to fall in place to secure the gate or it will spring up with drastic results.
    Roddy pulls his bike up to the gate then uses his cell phone to lower the gate, but a second signal has to be sent within a few seconds to set the cog. Something, either with the cog or the circuit that activates it, has let the gate shoot upwards with enough power to cut a vehicle in half.
    I had invited Lonny and his friends to come up about five o'clock and share dinner with us. They were parking their cars and crossing the street when Roddy rode up with Dane at his side. Roddy can get a bit bossy and he choose that time to be at his worst. He ordered our guests to stand back as he pushed his code into his cell phone and the heavy iron gate retracted into the ground. He entered his code to lock the gate down then put his hands on his hips and told the boys to stand aside or get knocked down.
    In a dead heat Tim and I ran neck and neck to the gate, "Tim beat you, daddy. Tim beat my daddy, Tim beat my daddy." I turned back and grabbed him then turned him upside down and carried him into the house as he giggled his head off. I called out to Lonny and his buddies to follow us inside.
    As quickly as they entered the house the boys were removing their shorts and tees then using them to wipe the sweat from their bodies, most of them used their clothing to wipe their ball sweat off. Tim walked over to a side table and sat down on it as Sandy rushed up to him with a pair of feet with shoes on them. "Let me clean your, hot nuts." With that he proceeded to lick Tim's sweaty balls dry and rubbed his face around the crotch of his lover. "Fuck, you taste good, I need you so bad." He engulfed Tim's thick seven inch cut cock into his hungry mouth as our guests stood riveted to their spot.
    With a show of reluctance on his face Tim pushed Sandy away, "Later dude, Jimmy's got a story for us and it is my turn." Both boys giggled as Sandy unfastened the lower section of Tim's prostheses and removed the skis.
    "What are those," the boy named Franklin asked Tim.
    "What, oh those? They are the latest thing that the Veterans Hospital gave me, they help me to run without the shock to my joints. How'd I do, dad?"
    "You were remarkable, Tim, you gave me a fucking run for my money."
    "You bet your ass he did," Jimmy stuck his stop watch under my nose, "eight point two miles in thirty nine minutes. You two need to try out for the Olympics." He stopped and looked at Lonny, "Dude, hey guys look who's here."
    The boys were coming out of their rooms with their uniforms on when suddenly a cry went from one to another that Lonny Thomas was in the house. Sean charged down the stairs and over to the boy then threw his arms about him. Craig quickly joined them then other boys gathered around. It was a grand reunion.
    Franklin was still examining Tim's skis. That is sort of what they look like, a long piece of spring alloy stainless steel is fitted to the end of the rods that clamp inside of Tim's prosthetic apparatus. The piece is bent backwards then curves out under Tim's body to form a ski looking affair about fifteen inches long. The shape and design give the foot spring, or bounce, to absorb the shock that running puts on Tim's joints.
    He was always a star class athlete when he went to high school in Albany a year ahead of Brad Garcia and two years ahead of Jayson Adams. Tim lost both legs, one at the knee, the other a little below the knee when he stepped on a booby trap in Iraq. Tim's comrades in arms testified that Tim took the charge when he ran between them and a sniper that was drawing them into the booby trap. Tim received the Silver Star for Valor on Veteran's Day of 2007.

    The family began to taunt the four visitors to take it all off. I came down the steps with Cory at my side and feeling better after a quick shower, "Strip 'em boys or there will be no supper for you. What does Edmund have for us tonight."
    "Meatballs," the chorus went up.
    "No thank you, I just ate Cory's." The boys chased me over to granite house. All of us were impressed when our guests came up properly attired for dinner, they are sweet looking. However this was our story time where we do a bit of a role reversal with the one we love. There would not be a chance to get into the missing pants of those four boys on this visit.
    "Sir, Missy Sarah wants to know if Rodney and Dane will be joining the other boys for dinner." Roddy ran to my side and pled with me to let him stay, he was here and it would be difficult to send him over so I told Edmund to tell the girls that he was going to stay home for the evening.

    "So, Mr. Thomas, do you have your story for us?"
    "Yes, sir. I have it on this USB flash drive, in HTML."
    "Tell us a very little bit about it, please."
    "Well, you remember the movie, 'Fun With Dick and Jane', I call this fun dicken Jane. She is my ex-girlfriend."
    "And you put that story into your school computer?"
    "Well no, I was editing it and I saved it to the school's hard drive by accident, shit did that start the fireworks." The boys all laughed as we filled up on Edmund's great pasta sauce and his meatless meatballs. I ate mostly salad, but I had a few of the meatballs on the side, with sauce. My blood sugars have been spikey of late and I wanted to avoid the pasta, I did eat some of Ģer's whole grain bread with garlic butter slathered on it though, I needed the fiber.
    The boys were eager to hear the story, the next day is a school day so the boys had things to do before bed, but they wanted their swap out accompanied by a hot story. I have learned that Jimmy has become a top, don't ask me how I know that, I just thought that I would throw it out. Story time gives him the pleasure that he needs as Cullen shows the hunky boy how much he does love him.
    Our guests had the rules of the house explained to them and then they were told about our little tradition and what was going to occur. That excited all of them, we were told that they were all versatile so they drew marbles from our box to decide who would serve the other, black was the receiver.
    The cushions were spread about, the lights were dimmed, Jimmy sat back in his favorite reading chair with his legs spread wide and Cullen on the floor before him. Jimmy pulled the swing arm with the keyboard on it before himself and started one super hot story.

    This chapter is getting a little too long, maybe I should wait to tell this story another time. Put that rope away, you won't need to tear up those pillows, those feather don't work well with hot tar anyway.


Oh. alright, you guys are more like children than the kids in my house. Here's your bedtime story and I hope that you cream all over yourself reading it.

    I jumped out of bed and grabbed my briefs from the floor. "Fucking bitch. Get the fuck out of my life." I stomped across the large living room on my way too…I had no place in mind. I ended up in the garage, screaming and yelling. I was, what they call, venting. There was no one there, no one could hear me, no one fucking cared. My cock was still hard, she had gotten me that far. I wrapped my hand around the cotton clad monster of the deep and gave him a mighty squeeze. I wish the hell Sparky was here, I would much rather be fucking him.
    I heard the front door slam shut. "Good, the bitch is gone." I pushed my briefs below my balls and let my true love come up for air. He loves to be out in the open and everybody that sees him has to admire him. I gave him a few really tight strokes along his length as he expanded and sent those nice feel good sensations throughout my body.
    He wanted more than a token rub down, he was up to play. I stuck my hand under my balls and pushed the bunched up briefs down just a bit more as I began to lay it on him. My ass hole was puckering, I was up on my toes. The pins and needles were racing up my legs to my groin bringing on the euphoric emotions of an extraordinary orgasm. The garage door from the kitchen burst open, "WHAT YOU DOIN'?" The son-of-a-bitch scared the living shit out of me. Needless to say, my cock ran and hid. I got soft so fast it amazed me and I began to laugh.
    Sparky knows I'm crazy, but every once in a while I like to prove it to him. I was standing there with my wilted cock laying on top of my balls that were pushed high by the waistband of my briefs, dancing around the garage while laughing my head off like a manic. I guess it was the adrenalin working its way out of my system after the fright that Sparky put in me. I began to calm down and I danced up to Sparky and threw my arms around him and kissed him, long and deep. Sparky is my true love, we have been together our whole lives, really. We went to the same nursery so that our mothers could go about town to flaunt their wealth and social stature.
    Sparky enclosed my cock with his large, warm hand, "Come on baby. I need this in me so bad. I've been out there waiting for her to leave all night." He was stroking me and breathing hard. I know the signs very well, we started sucking each other at nine years of age. We had watched a homo porno that my dad had stashed. We tried fucking like they did in the video, but it was like shoving an earthworm through the eye of a sewing needle. We tried that one time too, killed the worm, made a mess of the needle. My dick was the first to grow and I reached three and a half inches when I was eleven. Sparky got his first fucking and he has been after me everyday since.
    I pulled at Sparky's hand and stopped where I stood, "No, not today. I need it. I need to feel you deep inside of me, I need to know that I am loved by the greatest person on this globe. Today is my turn." Sparky looked at me. I always fuck him, but I need it sometimes. I can't tell him that because he means so much to me. He can't get enough of my cock in his butt. I have fucked him full of my juices five times in one night, but he wants my cock to stay up in him. We have learned how to do this, but my ass is so empty.
    I love to suck Sparky and his cum is better than the best deserts that my mother's chefs have ever prepared for me. I could sit with a jug of his jizz and drink from it all night. He likes it when we suck each other after we fuck and then he can get off. He can hold back and not get off just so that he can save himself for my hangup, I love the taste of cum. His cock is just a fraction of an inch over a sweet seven and a tad over five and a half inches around. It fits my mouth so well, but today I am going to let it scratch an itch that I have deep inside my rectum.
    Sparky's clothes formed a trail from the kitchen to my bed. He was on his knees with my legs up on his shoulders as his cock moved in and out of me making all of my dreams come true. I was really enjoying the feelings that were working at my psyche.
    "I know I had it, I put it in my purse right…OHMIGOD…Sherrrryyyy!. Fags in the bedroom." Jane stood with her hand on the door knob with Sherry peering over her shoulder. Sparky was seven inches deep into his work and I was frustrated for a second time that morning by the bitch from hell.
    I stormed up to her in the altogether with my goods swinging free for all to see. "Why the hell do you insist on making my life miserable? I want you to get your prissy assed shit and get out of my house. Get out of my life. And if you can find a way, get the fuck off of my planet." I pushed past her and headed across the living room. I spun and pointed at the bitch in training, "and take your lackey with you, or is she your lickey? She looks like a brown noser." I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of chocolate milk and turned it up.
    "Don't drink out of the carton, that is so gross!" she ordered. I held the carton out to Sparky who took a big swallow as I knelt before him and took a swallow on his soft hanger, my butt slime was causing it to glisten.
    "Sorry we were disturbed big boy." I spoke into his cock then sucked it to the hairline. I stood up and took the milk carton from Sparky's hand and turned it up for another long drink as Jane went off. I put my hand on Sparky's ass and gave him a squeeze as I looked at the worst, no sorry, the second worst thing to ever throttle my life. "I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house, bitch."
    "What the hell did you just say to my angel, where the hell are your clothes and what is he doing here?" The worst thing to ever throttle my life was up to her usual standards of running her sentences together and making no sense whatsoever.
    "Mom, didn't you always tell me that a polite person knocks and waits to be invited in? Oh yeah, I forgot, you are not a polite person are you? You are just the queen bitch," I barked at her.
    She turned to say something to her best friend, Martha, Sparky's mother, who was standing in my living room. "What the fuck is this, a bitch convention?" I grabbed Sparky by the hand and led him to the second bedroom and locked the door behind us. We lay on the bed doing some tongue wrestling and cock fighting as the hens scratched and pecked at the door.
    "I love you, babe. Thank you so much for coming by when you did. I so can't take anymore of this."
    "I didn't come by, lover. My egg donor threw me out," Sparky told me.
    "I'm afraid that she did more than donate an egg. My line is sperm donor when I talk about my dad. Moms kind of have to carry us around for nine months, but I tell you what. When she finally opened up that pussy and I saw daylight I got the fuck out of there. I was crying and screaming at the doctor as I begged him not to put me back in there. God it was awful. Anyway, why'd she throw you out?"
    "She accused me of being a fag, can you imagine it? Me? A homosexual, cock sucking, take it up the butt fag? I told her, "no way". So here I am. I turned eighteen in my car parked in front of your house last night hoping that Jane would go home and I could come in to get my candle blown and prove my mother's theory. My car is uncomfortable," he pouted at me.
    "You poor baby. I wish that you had knocked on the door, I would have sent her cunt packing. I can't believe that I have actually been going up in her. It must have been a phase of normalcy that I was going through. Thank god I outgrew it. I am back to you, forever. Are you ready to resume where we left off?" I had hold of his long thick cock and ran my thumb through the incessant flow of pre-cum that dribbled from his cum slit. I lay there thinking about what was on the other side of the door and turned to get closer to Sparky and let him know how much I truly love him.
    The bedroom door flew open and my mother was on her knees showing off her straightened out paper clip. She has done that to me all of my life. I put a key operated lock on my door at her house, I was going to have to do the same here. The parade marched in. Four nagging hens came scratching for blood as they started in on Sparky. I stood in front of him and put my finger right into Jane's face. "You have five minutes to get your shit off of my property. I will call the police again and you remember what they said to you the last time. I was the one with marks on me, I never touched you. They could have, and probably should have, hauled you off to jail. But if they come back they promised you that you will go to county lock up." She huffed at me and spun around to go pack.
    Next wave, same verse, different voice, "Your grandfather would be so upset with you. You, a fag, in the house that he gave you…"
    "SHUT THE FUCK UP, you don't know fucking shit you idiotic cunt." I pushed past her, making sure that I shoved her hard. Sparky's mother was in his face, I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. I walked across the living room to the large fireplace, I removed a piece of wood molding on the side and pulled out a large brown envelope. I reached inside and pulled out ten, eight by ten, full color glossy photographs and held them up to her face. She shrieked like a banshee. She probably is a banshee, that would explain a lot. Jane came running in with her shadow, Sherrie, glued to her right hip. I made sure she got a good look at the pictures of my grandfather, my mother's very own sainted dad, I won't venture to guess where he is sainted. The man faced the camera with me on the dining room table on my back and his dick clearly buried its full length up my nine year old ass; we wore wrap around smiles on both of our faces. There were pictures of me sucking my grandfather's humongous cock., everyone knew right then where I got mine from. There were pictures of me with cum streaked across my body as grandfather held his dripping cock. There were even pictures of me at fourteen plowing the old man's ass.
    "So who do you think was behind the camera, mother? Did you ever wonder why grandma always had a pan of soapy water sitting on the little table by her chair when you would come to pick me up? Did you ever wonder why my underwear always had cream in the seat of them? My grandmother would take the pictures as she told me what a good boy I was and how sweet I was to help grandpa with his little problem. She would hold me in her lap, sitting there in her rocking chair and wash my ass with warm water. She would put her finger into that cream that took away the pain and rub it all around my butt hole and she would put her finger up deep inside as she put cream up in there. She would stroke my cock and make me feel as good as I did when grandfather fucked me or even when he sucked me. He didn't suck me often, grandmother did that part. She said that I should feel good for being such a big, brave boy.
    "Have you ever asked yourself why I came over here as soon as they died and gave me this house? I hauled his and her chairs out into the backyard and then I put the dining room table on top of them and set them on fire. That was two weeks after that picture right there was taken. I told granddad that it was my turn or I was going to tell my coach at school about him.
    "That's why he killed the two of them. They couldn't live with me telling the world what they had been doing. That's why I have hidden these pictures for years, I knew nobody would believe me. I wanted to burn every stick of furniture in this house, but the police got here and stopped me. You had me put into therapy because you didn't believe me when I told you that I hated grandpa for molesting me. I never ever told anybody else, I lived with it. Until now, now it is over.
    "I want you out of my house, out of my life. You will leave Sparky and me alone. We love each other and we will do quite well without any of you."
    "You don't get rid of me that easy kiddo, I still control your trust fund, you can't live without money. I have these pictures now and nobody will ever believe that my father would ever…"
    "Oh no, what have I done? I gave my mother pictures of her pervert father molesting my little ass and she doesn't want to give them back to me." I walked over to the glassed in bookcase to the side of the fireplace, "Oh golly, oh gee whiz, I am so stupid, I must have been born yesterday." I fished around at the back of the bookcase a moment then pulled out an identical envelope with the same pictures inside.
    "I have plenty of copies, I have them on a computer disk also. There is a set in my safety deposit vault and my attorney has a sealed set in my paper work that only I can access, or him in front of witnesses in the event of my untimely death. I have made a full deposition of my life with grandfather from my youngest memories at four or five years old. I was a pretty good cock sucker before I entered kindergarten. Grandfather got the scare of his life when I was six and I started playing with daddy's dick. Daddy was pushing me away and grandfather was pulling me away.
    "No, my dad never touched me. He had a long talk with me that night and told me that I should never do that, ever again. I told him about grandfather and he told me that I should not tell secrets that I had promised not to ever tell. I know that my dad is gay, I know that Uncle Ray is dad's lover and no blood relation to me. I know that it drives you up the wall.
    "Well, let me give you one more clue, sweet mother, I am eighteen. I turned eighteen last week when I left your house and moved into my own house, here, you have no control over me. You do not control my trust fund any longer, you will not get a check in tomorrow's mail. You will now have to learn to live on the five thousand dollar monthly payment that papa left you, until you remarry and then you are cut off.
    'You are broke, you no longer have my ten thousand dollars a month to spend as you see fit. You were given a choice at the divorce to get child support and alimony from my dad or to let papa help you, you chose papa's charity. Now dad and Ray are worth hundreds of millions of dollars and you signed an iron clad agreement that you can never go after him, for anything. You received much more than the state requires so you have no recourse. If you ever even try you have to return every penny that you have ever received from papa, before any sort of settlement can be discussed. Too bad, so sad, the hag is had.
    "I'll tell you what you do have, you have an opportunity to go see an accounting firm that I hired to look into the money that you and my attorney have received and show how every dime of it was spent since I was seven years old and my father's father died. He wanted to provide for his poor little daughter-in-law who had married his homosexual son. But as soon as she could remarry she would not need his money. It would all be kept in the company kitty until I turn twenty one and am legally able to take over the company. Meow." I was so mad, but I was on a roll. I grabbed Sparky and kissed him as I rubbed our still naked bodies together.
    "I really wish I could have been here for the whole show. Will there be another performance?" I spun around to see two of my best buds sitting on the kitchen cabinets, just out of view of anyone else in the house, but a clear view of my back
    "Fine, another pair of fags." Jane stomped from the room to be followed by my mother and Martha.
    "I represent that remark, you know," Franklin called after her. Sparky and I walked to the kitchen. Franklin jumped down from the cabinet to give me a big hug, he had to be about the most loyal friend a boy could have.
    "Love the outfit, it looks tailor made. And Sparky, your's fits so well." You have to laugh at Franklin, he can make light of the worst situation and still let you know that he is feeling the pain himself. His ever present shadow came over for a hug. He kind of stood back and bent into me so that my naked parts didn't touch him.
    "What's the matter, afraid that my fagishness will rub off on you?"
    "You're not a fag?" he giggled.
    "This shit all started when Jane walked in on Sparky and I. He was plowing my ass with that deadly weapon of his. I'm going to give you more to chew on, Sparky and I are gay, queer, fags, whatever word you want to use to describe us. We have been having sex with each other since we were six years old and I have fucked his tight little ass every day of the week since I was thirteen. So what do you have to say now, bigot?" Poor Sparky was beet red, it was kind of cute. I've never seen anyone blush when they are naked. Even his cock and balls were red.
    "You're a fag? I have known you forever man. I have let you sleep over at my house. I undress next to you in the gym. I have bent over in front of you when we were both naked, and now you tell me you're a fucking fairy. I am pissed. You couldn't ever offer that huge cock of yours to me. I have so wanted that puppy for a play toy, Bert can tell you how often I have whined that I want you up in me just once. Fuck you man. Bert and I may not have your looks or be hung like you two are, but we have feelings and to find out that our best buds are doing the dirty bump and we never knew it…"
    "Am I hearing something here. Are you two?" Franklin grabbed Bert and locked his lips on the other boy.

    "So what was I supposed to do? He went out and bought condoms. I have been trying to get pregnant. I have done every thing that you wanted of me, except to suck his nasty old cock. I see now that that's what he wanted all along, so he got Sparky to do it." I had to move closer, this was sounding good. All four of us took seats on the kitchen cabinets where we could not be seen from the other room and listened in.
    "Look at me, Jane. Haven't I been good to you? You sat with me at Lonny's fifteenth birthday party and told me how much you loved him and how you wanted to be his one and only. I have done everything I could do to help you, child. I have bought you sexy clothes and perfumes, anything that you wanted to try to get his attention. This last year you two have been so close and when you told me that you had started sleeping together I knew that we had him where we needed him.
    "Okay, I went along with you on taking the pill until school was out. It would be tough to get pregnant there, but you quit the pills in December, it's the second week of January. Why aren't you pregnant yet?"
    "You know, Len is right. You never shut up long enough to listen. I just told you that he bought a huge box of condoms. He won't even make out with me unless he wears one. He won't go to bed naked anymore because he doesn't want any kids until we are older and settled down."
    "He has to have a baby, out of wedlock before he is twenty one. That is the only thing, other than his death, that will break his grandfather's will. The old man felt sorry for me marrying his faggot son, but his feelings go deeper for his grandson who had to grow up knowing that his old man is queer. I wonder what Papa would have done if he knew Lonny was a chip off of the old block and a take it up the ass queer himself. You say you saw them do that?"
    "Ask Shelly, she saw it too. Sparky was on his knees with Len's legs wrapped around him. You could see his dick going in and out of…of Len's butt hole."
    "Oh, I wish that I could use that against the little bastard."
    "If I'm a bastard, mother dearest, what does that make you?" I couldn't just sit there and listen to them. I walked across the room and picked up my cell phone by my bed. "Gee, has it been five minutes already? How time flies when you're having fun. Hey babes, what's the phone number for 911?" Four women grabbed their shit and walked out of the door with their tongues creating a cyclone in my front yard as they left.
    "Oh, by the way, mummsie dearest, don't forget that the house you are living in is part of my inheritance from my dearest grandfather. I will expect the mortgage payment to be renegotiated now that I no longer live there." I slammed the door and locked it.

    Franklin came up behind me and wrapped his arms about me in a warm embrace. His erect cock pressed against my crack from beneath his layers of clothing. His name is Roderick Franklin, but he hates the name Roderick. He prefers to be called by his last name. It sounds more like the successful personage that he someday intends to be. He is just looking for a wife with enough money to let him live the life style that he wishes to become accustomed too.
    I turned and looked at him, "Truth? You and Bert. No lie, for reals now." Franklin had a grin from ear to ear. I could see a nice little tent in his slacks, Bert had his own tenting problem. "So, like you ever do it in front of anybody?"
    We ran for the bed as their clothes joined Sparky's in a narrow trail to my double bed. Yeah, problem there. We were doing a show and tell as we let the other couple watch our action and we got in close to watch theirs. We kind of knocked each other to the floor a few times, but we had hormones to strangle. I didn't get mine, but Sparky got the ride of a lifetime as I was so worked up with the foursome routine.
    I had to let them examine me. They had always thought that I was huge, but could not swear to it. Sparky dug out the tape measure and lay back beside me. Franklin wanted to be sure that I was fully up for measurement so he sucked me into his throat. He told Bert that there was no way he was going to get that monster all the way in him. Bert had to prove him wrong.
    If a boy really wants to suck your cock he is going to find a way and I really like Franklin and I wouldn't mind doing him. I will talk to Sparky, but for the time being I let them suck me. They sucked Sparky too, but we made them get on with their job at hand before we shot our wad and wouldn't be able to keep it up.
    Yep, Sparky still had his sweet, mouth filling seven and one quarter inches long. He stretches my lips to a neat round five and one eighth inch circle. I lay there as the three of them drooled as they looked me over. I am hot. I stand five eleven, in stocking feet. I have a trim twenty eight inch waist and wear a thirty four inch inseam on my Levis. I am super cut with a nice six pack. I love to run and I swim. My thighs are killer strong with nice muscles in the calves of my legs. My biceps are, at full stretch, thirteen and a half inches. I weigh one hundred and thirty nine pounds.
    Franklin took one more deep plunge onto my cock then he wrapped the tape measure around it. We were using one of those little tape measures that one carries on a key chain, Sparky and I both have one. Sparky's only stretches out to twenty four inches long, I told Franklin that he better get a bigger one. He stuck his tongue out at me and announced, "Six and one quarter inches, fuck that's gotta hurt." Sparky was shaking his head no. Franklin had his face buried in my golden pubes and didn't see.
    Bert pushed my cock toward my toes getting the full length exposed. Franklin laid the tape down me and his eyes widened. Bert got down close and squeaked out, "nine and seven eighths." Franklin moved so fast that I didn't catch what he was doing until he was fully impaled on me. "Holy shit that hurts," he said.
    "Sparky, you are one hell of a man, to take all of this, my hat's off to you." He bent over and wrapped his arms around me. We rolled so that I was on top. "Now, show me what the fuck I have missed out on all of my love life." I was so worked up that I plowed him a new ass hole. I fucked him harder than I ever fucked Sparky and we have moved the bed and the wall behind it. Franklin was meeting me thrust for thrust as his ass came clear off the bed. We fucked like two horny teenaged boys.
    I had just fucked Sparky and we had sucked each other, twice, but I swear, I filled Franklin with enough jizz to fill a Mason jar. Bert wanted to know how Franklin really tasted inside and he swallowed my cock. Sparky likes my juice so he went to Franklin's freshly fucked hole for an ATM.
    "If we're going to do this again we need a king sized bed."
    I jumped up and found my pants. "Bert, you in your truck?" He wasn't, but Franklin drove us over to get it then we were off to Beds R Us. An hour later we were putting a new bed in my house. We have four months of high school left. Bert is only seventeen and won't be eighteen until August, but fuck it, he is moving in too. No more fun with dicken Jane, boy butt's better, tastes better too.
    The family was very pleased to welcome Lonny Thomas    I think that I need to quit trying to figure how difficult one week is as compared to another. I had a serious case of the blues and blue balls on top of that when I had left Jerry Thompson and Tim Mark off at the truck stop in Mobile, Alabama then turned around and headed back to Pensacola, Florida to leave Jim Watkins at his grandmother, Eva's, home. I headed north with tears in my eyes and an empty bed as I tried to decide what I should do next.
    I ended up with a young boy in Atlanta, Georgia that was trying to run away from life. I have often thought back on our encounter and wished that I had done things differently. Armed with little to no information I set my bird dogs on the boy's trail and he was located in 2006. The report that I received almost broke my heart, I had tried to take the kid with me, but I did not try hard enough.

    Warren's surgery to straighten his leg had been successful and he was home, but off of his feet for several weeks, he will be confined to a wheel chair for six weeks before he will be able to use a pair of crutches. My heart was filled to overflowing when Warren was wheeled up to me by his new boyfriend, Morris Lacrosse. I had learned that Morris had an older brother that had lost a leg in a freak accident as a youngster, Morris loved to push his big brother around in his wheelchair.
    It was on one such outing that Morris stepped behind some bushes to relieve his bladder when he had been grabbed up by Fesell and taken to the boy farm where he met Dennis, Ezio, and Wayne—boys taken from Cullen's country. Athos had found those four boys as well as Sergé and Niel at that training center. I met all three French boys, Morris, Sergé, and Niel, one afternoon when several of Europe's top banking executives joined me on Voyageur Marin© off of the coast of Italy in August.
    Athos told me that the family believed that Morris had abandoned his brother because he was trying to hide the fact that he was a homosexual. Athos had tried to explain to the brother and their mother what had happened to the youngster, but they wanted nothing more to do with him. The mother was struggling to feed the family on the meager funds she had available to her after the death of her husband and did not want a "fagot homosexuel dans sa maison." A tired old story of parents not wanting their own children in their house. I kissed the new couple and told them that I loved both of them deeply.
    For the present Warren will occupy a room near the kitchen and he will be taken to school by the larger high school boys that can carry him without hurting his leg. Morris has begged for the job of pushing Warren around the campus, both boys are attending eighth grade classes as I try to help my European boys adapt to American schools. And of course Warren had completed one semester of his eighth grade so I was giving him a chance to pick up where he left off.

    I was also using the older high school boys to run a shuttle service for our young men that were living in Rick's warehouse. All, but one of them had a clean background and were able to start school at once. The boy with the beard, Macy, had warrants for grand theft auto. Bull is representing him and we will see what we will see, in the meantime he is studying his ninth grade classes under the tutelage of Edmund at a table inside the man's kitchen. Ouch, that's got to be rough, but at least the boy's not in lockup.

    I looked about the room at my loving family and decided that we had not let all of the boys introduce themselves. I singled out a sparse lad named Jonathan, he may be small of stature, but the boy has been made tough by a tough life. He jumped up and began his cute story that had all of the boys laughing heartily.

    "My name is Jonathan Heally, I am twelve and three quarters years old. I know the name of every car on the road and I play trombone. I love horses and dogs and they call me the hoopmeister 'cause I love to shoot hoops, and I'm damn good, anyone for a game of horse? I'll beat you three out of five every time.
    I guess that I am not as bad as those people say I am 'cause I did what so many of you guys did, I got caught sucking my foster brother and he pretended that he was asleep. I fixed him though, I told his best friend what he did to me and his friend told everybody in school how my foster brother likes it up his ass.
    "Feenie the weenie is what we call him now, is almost fourteen and he loves cock, in either end, or both. Me and his friend, I won't say his name cause he's a good guy, used to do Feenie everyday after school and several times on weekends. Five other guys have done Feenie up his butt and they all told on him after my story got around school.
    "It didn't do no good though cause my foster parents wouldn't believe their pussy baby's a fag and they told the state that I could not live there no more so here I am and I got the best part of the deal."
The boy was quickly enveloped by his new brothers expressing their love and acceptance for him. I can count on my boys to make another feel good."

    "Hey hunky uncy, ya ain't let me unc Del tell the family wot 'is story is." The boys threw their pillows at Cullen and booed his accent. This queeing is to be the king of his nation in just over a month and the family knows how much that position means, if he can move back and forth this easily with us what would happen should he lapse into his cockney at a state dinner? I did nod at Del though, I had heard his story, but Cullen was correct, the family as a whole did not know it.

    "Well, I suppose that wot I done were wrong a bit, but wot's a lad to do to get 'is jollies, as it were. I were known 'bout the skate park as a puff and I put me name in the toilet to tell the other lads that I were ready to do 'em.
    "I got this 'ere disease that is called gimmecum and there is only one known treatment for it. There were this one toilet that was back away from the main park area and that were me best cottage, if ya know what I mean."
    "Yeah, we know what you mean, you were a right puffing poof in the cottage off the lane," Cullen cracks himself up with his jokes.
    "Well, me laddie buck, I do a bit more than a puff, you know, you like to have a good stuffin' at your arse and that is wot got me 'ad. This right jolly old fellow 'ad a sweet piece on 'im and I were so 'ungry for a good shagging. I 'ad 'is 'ole joint down me gullet when 'e up and goes, "A quid if you bend over." I made 'im give me ten, but I would 'ave done it for nothing for the joint that 'e 'ad. 'E were right in there with the old Newton's Cradle bit going and 'e 'ad me singing his tune.
    "I guess that I were a bit loud cause luck weren't with me that day. This 'ere bobby wot always climbed me arse 'bout 'anging 'bout the loo so much looked 'is self over the top 'o the cottage where we was up to it and we both got a trip to lock up. I got me two years for being a pervert, can ya 'magine, me a pervert? All I done was give the old queen a good time and they call me a perv. Weren't so bad though, I met me a lot of right 'ung lads wot done me up good while I cooled me 'eels a bit.
    "Me sister weren't so keen on wot I done and she got da to bring me over 'ere to learn me to be a right proper fag boy, 'ow'm I doin' da?"

    I gave him a thumbs up and listened to the boys laugh at his story.
    I had Del come and sit his six foot frame down in my lap so that I could fondle Dr. Will's handy work. Doc knows how to administer male growth hormones so that a boy's body develops as it should without getting out of proportion everywhere else. Del had a very nice body when I first met him, he just didn't have a developed man package, hormone treatment has began to turn that around.
    Del's boi cock has grown from a petite four and a half inches to a man sized six inches of normal thickness in the six months that he has been living with us. He still suffers from his gimmecum virus, I suppose that it is a naturally occurring disease in males of our ilk, everyone in my house has to be inoculated several times a day.
    "Del, you told me that you had never tried buggering, but one time. Why did you tell the boys that you let the old man in the park bend you over?"
    "I lied to you, da. I wanted to 'ave a go at your wanger and I didn't know, but wot you wouldn't do no poof like me so I…"
    "I was aware of your falsehood when I took you to bed, Del. I have been with many boys and I know when a boy has and hasn't. I have waited almost six months for you to tell me the truth."
    "I love it up me bum, da, but few would ever do me. I can suck a thousand lads a day, but I don't get anyone that I can let shag me very often. That old man in the toilet was 'ung like you and some of these lads and I 'ad to 'ave it that day.
    "What are you going to do to me for lying to you?"
    "What do you think that I should do?"
    "I guess I 'ave to tell the family and let them decide." I nodded at him.

    Trust is about the only thing that holds any group of people together. Even in a blood family, when the bond of trust has been broken then there is an emptiness that fills every heart. Del had told a lie, but he had continued that lie and never tried to make it right. For that the boys could not be lenient. There are entirely too many of us in the family to met out full punishment on a boy so a special committee was selected to decide how to deal with this particular situation.
    Including Del, there are ten BBCs in the family at the present time. Thirteen year old Joshua Pillowby was selected spokesman for the punishment committee and everyone was well satisfied with his recommendations. "Me mum washed me mouth out with soap when I lied to her. We talked about this and we don't want no liars around us, but we like Del and we will give him one more chance.
    "Dad, he lied to you so you gotta do it to him, you gotta wash his mouth out with soap, everyday for a week." That was cruel and unusual. "But we don't want him to get no reward for what he did either. We talked about his virus and we decided that he should take two aspirin, nothing else. He is going to have someone with him everywhere he goes for the next seven days, he is not allowed any kind of sex, ever.
    "If he gets a hard on we will snap the head of his cock with our thumb and middle finger. He will not be allowed to wank himself, he will not be allowed to have a dream. Nobody is going to do him up and he will not have any cum in him, on him, or around him for seven days. For the next two months he will only have his boyfriend to love him. Nobody else is to have any sex with him at all.
    "Del, we all love you and think that you are really neat, but we don't want a liar 'round us 'cause you can't trust a liar. Cecil will let you come back to his room next week, but for now you will sleep in a room where all of us can watch you. No, you may not hug anybody, or kiss anybody, or none of that for this one week either." The boy sat down on the floor and crossed his arms, he had said his piece and it was final. I have a bunch of very smart kids in my house.

    I had not seen Daylight for five weeks. I kissed Cory good morning and asked him if he wanted to go on a pussy hunt with me. Our lips were still touching as I asked this question and our eye lashes were mixing it up with the other's, Cory's eyes crossed and he giggled against my lips. "You are one strange man, I like it, but you are strange." We decided that we would hop on the Lear Jet and pop over to Tahlequah for the weekend.
    I took Roddy aside and asked him if he wanted to see his mother, he dragged his foot as he looked at Dane. Somehow I feel good about Rodney and Dane being together, they both seem to be well adjusted and they get along well with the other family members. Roddy is still spoiled rotten and I have had to redden his little butt cheeks several times, but Dane is quiet and even tempered, just going with the flow, so to speak.
    I put a boy on each knee and talked straight to them. I had no problem with Dane going along as long as Rod didn't abuse the privilege and they didn't get too frisky in front of Daylight or Sarah. Let's face the facts, neither boy could compete with an earthworm in the manhood department and neither of them could penetrate the other deep enough to cause any pain. Their main interests lay in snogging their brains out and just being close. That is cute and I have no problem with it at all, in the proper place.
    I also asked RD to go along with us, I want us to be a family and I have sincere hopes that RD will accept Daylight as his mother surrogate. RD surprised me when he grabbed me and kissed me while thanking me for including him in my family. It took me a few minutes as we sat together in total privacy, RD loves Roddy and he was impressed with Daylight. I learned that Cory would take him down to Betty's house with him and he would sit back and feed his little brother, Cory Stevens, and he didn't even mind changing the baby's diaper. I held my son as thoughts of his own fatherhood danced about in my mind, I look forward to having a grandson by him.

    I kissed every boy in the house as they left for school. I will miss them terribly, but I would only be gone two nights, a lifetime in the life of a boy. My high school boys didn't want to waste time with their studies, they could do that after I left, they wanted to spend some quality time with me. Chrisy had no classes for the morning so he came up to be with the oldest part of the family and just share together. Of course Pete had to be called and he rousted Jerry and Tim out of their sleep-in so that we could all join together.
    Edmund had heard of our family get together and told the high school boys to skip breakfast. After all of the students had left for their day Edmund called all of us into the dining room of my house and told us to sit down. Sixty two fags that had been a part of each other for so long sat around the table in love and family fellowship. Edmund and Mitchell began to sit large baskets filled to overflowing with hot thick biscuits onto the table. Edmund sat a large bowl of spicy sausage gravy in front of me and I grabbed his naked ass for a hot kiss, which drew whistles and lewd remarks from the boys that wished they were getting that kiss.
    Ona came in with a large pan of crisp bacon, Isi was helping him as he carried another large pan of scrambled eggs. Edmund had two electric griddles already hot for Ona to prepare eggs to order for some of the boys that prefer their eggs fried. Ona broke the first round of eggs then walked down the table to where Isi was sitting next to Mike. Ona picked up Isi's bottle of juice and stared at his son.
    Isi hung his head as he walked over to the sink where Edmund stepped aside for the boy to pour out the contents of the bottle. Edmund reached into the refrigerator and handed Isi a bottle of 100% pure red grape juice and patted the boy on his ass. Isi turned and gave the man a hug and a thank you then chucked his empty bottle of grape drink into the garbage.
    Juice is an important part of our family diet, but we make certain that we get the full benefit of the juice. Fruit drinks are artificially flavored and have sugar added to them, not healthy for growing boys or old men. Throughout the house Edmund keeps large bowls well stocked with fresh fruit every day.
    Fresh fruit is important in our diets as it provides much needed fiber and many nutrients. My grandmother liked to tell me that 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away,' after studying that amazing fruit I have to agree that it is most beneficial. It contains a large amount of fiber, but it also contains pectin, an LDL cholesterol lowering benefit.
    Apples are also good for diabetics, Damien and I are given a bowl full of the sliced fruit sprinkled with one quarter of a teaspoon of cinnamon each morning. Both of us also eat a banana during breakfast for a quick, natural source of potassium, which is stripped out of the body by the frequent urination caused by our disease. Throughout the day someone brings me a small bowl with citrus sections in it, I love red grapefruit, but almost any citrus is fine with me. Edmund sees to it that we have a wide variety of oranges, tangerines, tangelos, and grapefruit on hand at all times.

    Cas had news for us. He is graduating from college this year, as is Tyler. Cas had been offered a position with the sports department at the university as a Certified Athletic Trainer. I had felt that we could use him to establish a physical education program at BAW and had made overtures to him in that direction. Cas looked at the family then smiled at me and told me that he was going to accept the position with BAW, he likes the fringe benefits of working with the school. Some of the boys stood to wave their fringe at him.
    Tyler has chosen his degree in a field that would make him most valuable as a part of the school's administration. His organizational skills have long been an asset to the family and his ability to soothe hurt feelings is a major plus to me. He will be working in the office of the school and both men will have quarters in the dorm so that they can be in closer interaction with the boys. I hate to have them move out of their bungalow, but they both want to be where they can help the boys the most, a most admirable trait.

    After that send off Cory and I gathered our three companions for a trip to the land of the red man, in case you don't know, that is what OKLAHOMA means. I am not sure why, but then I have these premonitions come to me from time to time so I asked Cory to bring Traveler Too© around to the front door, I winked at him and told him to let RD help him.
    RD rushed through the front door and nearly knocked me off of my feet, "Thank you, daddy, that is so awesome. I can't believe that you let me drive him, he is so big and hard." I chuckled at him and pulled him close, I can't believe that I have had a son for all of these years and never knew him. He is perfect.
    We managed to get on the road a little past eleven Friday morning the twenty fifth, I had twelve hundred miles to go and I was not going to ask for an escort. Of course that did not mean that I was going to go slow, I turned on the lights and set the rocket thrusters, the old boy hadn't felt my hand at his controls for some time. He responded to me just as he always had, by the time we cleared the city limits the speed limit signs were nothing, but a blur as we blasted past them.
    About two miles east of town I discovered that I did have an escort, an Arizona DPS vehicle was running interference for us and an FI vehicle stepped in as we neared Benson. I sat back and let the old boy have his head. The DPS vehicle dropped out at Wilcox, I was impressed that he had been able to maintain the high speed for as long as he had. My boy is built for speed and so are the FI vehicles that we use, as Federal Agents our vehicles are called on for many different types of duty and they must be able to perform, the DPS vehicles are there to control traffic and there is little need for them to travel at a sustained high rate of speed.
    I opted for the slower trek across New Mexico. I had checked the weather before planning the trip and Cory was nose to screen with the computer as he checked every mile of highway 70 between Las Cruces and Clovis, I don't want to take Traveler Too© over icy roads. The sun was bright and the temperatures were well above freezing, even up in the mountains around Ruidoso, so over the mountain we went. We may have saved a few minutes by going on north to I-25, but the road between Albuquerque and Amarillo can get very windy and there were reports of ice on the road. Besides, I like the scenic route through the mountains and this time I was making the trip during daylight hours.
    I looked at the spot where Carl and Tom Dickson had been killed. I didn't say anything, but my heart tugged at me as I felt the loss of those two men. We were not extremely close, although I had worked with Carl for many years in his role as my security man for my house. It was because of him that Andy and I became partners and for that I owe his memory. I will honor that debt by raising his grandson, Sean, to be a man that he would be proud of.
    As we climbed up out of White Sands east of Alamogordo I had to pull back on Traveler Too's© reigns; I kept him slow until we dropped out of the mountains once again. Once we caught the bypass around Roswell we were back to speed. I pulled up at Amarillo for no real reason, but I had an eager youngster on board that I love dearly. I had enough cooking oil in the side tanks to take us to the girls and home again and the diesel fuel tanks had not been tapped, I had to make an excuse for having stopped. I gripped my stomach and told the boys to have fun and that I would see them later. They laughed at me, but Cory knows when I am playing my games.
    I headed back to the restroom area of the truck stop and sat down to watch a pair of young teens working up a lather as they tried their best to best the other at their video game. Cory walked up to me with a wide smile, "Everything come out okay?" I giggled at him as I held my hand out for him to pull me upright. Cory moved to me for a quick kiss and I heard the two boys gasp behind us, I pushed Cory out of the truck stop.
    I could hear the two boys telling someone that they saw us kiss, on the mouth, Cory quickly recovered. "Dad, wait up, I need to get some candy bars for the rest of the family." He dashed back inside and I heard him tell the man with the two boys that he had the greatest father in all of the world. I was trying to keep the buttons from popping off of my pull over shirt as I remounted my faithful steed once again.
    RD was sitting behind the wheel with a look of love on his face when Cory slipped up behind me. I moved to RD and placed my hand on his shoulder as I looked back at Cory, "Nice save." He blushed, but I had to tell the other three what he had done. They all laughed and RD started to rise, I pushed him back down into the driver's seat.
    "Take it slow and easy, he takes a bit of getting used to, this is not your little car, but a big boy toy." RD bounced out of his seat to give me a kiss and I turned him back around with a push toward the wheel. RD fired up the glow coils like he was an expert at driving big diesel engines, as soon as the air pressure gage came up and the RPM settled down he slipped the big boy into gear.
    There is not a lot to have to worry about with the Traveler Trio©, they are all equipped with a six speed automatic transmission, with overdrive. That does not mean that you can't blow an injector by over revving the Cummins Engine, or even lug the big old boy down, but the automatic takes care of most of that with a reasonable driver at his controls. RD pulled forward at a dead slow speed and moved to the traffic lane that would take us back out and onto I-40 eastbound.
    As with anything new, RD took his time to discover what he was in control of. Roddy got a thickened lip when he mouthed off to an already frightened teenager doing the best that he could to keep a six thousand pound vehicle between two rows of white lines. Cory picked the bawling boy up and took him to the back and we didn't see either one of them until we got close to Shamrock, fourteen miles west of the Oklahoma / Texas state lines.
    RD had his confidence up and was moving on down the road at two miles below the posted speed limit. He commented on the fact that it was strange to have vehicles passing us when an eighteen wheeler sped past sending up a vortex of wind that caused Traveler Too© to sway a bit. That frightened the boy and he wanted to pull over, but I wouldn't let him. I told him that if he were ever going to conquer the beast then he had to conquer his fear of the beast and learn who was master, man or machine. He smiled and wiped a tear with the quick move of his hand and reminded me that he really did love me, a lot. Ditto, son, always.
    I didn't want to pull RD out of the driver's seat, but I was not sure of his being able to drive in the heavy traffic around a large city. It was eight o'clock and we had just covered one thousand miles in nine hours, traffic in a city is heavy at all hours, night and day. I was pleased when RD pulled off of the freeway and into a truck stop at the far west side of Oklahoma City. I told him to pull over somewhere that we could get out and back in quickly, unless someone needed to go do a sit down then we would just swap drivers and keep on going. I was eager as I thought about my sweet wife and baby.
    RD bailed out of the seat with another hot hug and kiss that didn't do my amorous intentions any favors, I was ready to mount his tight ass right there in the middle of the floor. I slid behind the wheel and thought about RD, Cory and I both had our wives to spend the night with and Roddy and Dane would be twisted together in oral bliss throughout most of the weekend, I need to help RD find a partner. Dad, the procurer.

    The girls had a hot dinner prepared for us when we arrived just before ten. My mother-in-law, Fawn, was at the stove in the house of Sarah and her mother. She was working alongside her sister Beulah as they prepared mountains of food guaranteed to fatten me up. I suppose that the simple life could be something that I would enjoy, but I had to wonder how much fat and cholesterol was in the fried squirrel and roasted dove that was sitting on the table amongst mounds of potatoes and pan gravy. There were several varieties of vegetables along with hot bread and on the side board sat a very thick apple pie. It would be impossible to be hungry around my wife.
    The girls had another house guest to meet us, they kept smiling at RD throughout dinner. Sarah; Af—Sagi (pronounced say-ge)—in Ewf—Tsalagi, had her favorite cousin at the house, a sweet little thing named Q*w—Quemela—Pamela. Quemela had lost her mother two weeks earlier to the flu, which was sweeping through the tribe quickly. Sixteen year old Pam was presently living with her grandmother, Beulah.
    ufGU—Ugitsiha-Daylight-was crying softly, I pulled her head to my shoulder as I tried to comfort her. I was not sure why she was crying, but then I don't know all that I know about the dickless species and I know even less about the mother of my youngest son. She was softly singing a type of chant that I could just barely hear and could not understand most of the words to. "Gvgeyuhi—I love you, usti—little, oosdeeayoli—child, udyi atsu tsa—baby boy" were words that I was getting.
    Beulah and Fawn busied themselves in the kitchen of Sagi's mother and only smiled at all of us as they passed around the room cleaning up from dinner. Sarah and Pam began to talk in rapid Tsalagi and I missed almost every word, Cory straightened up and looked at me then he began to smile, "Hi, daddy." He looked at Daylight then his smile broadened. Roddy was around the table and rubbing his hand across his mother's belly, I sat back in shock.
    Sarah turned to Cory and told him that she was pregnant also, of course she spoke in Tsalagi, but I was turned on to the them by then and caught every word. RD was in the dark through it all so I turned to him and took his hand, "You're about to be a brother again my young love." His eyes lit up then I pulled him to me, he rejected me and wrapped his arms around his stepmother.
    "I love you, mom, take care of yourself, please?" I looked into his eyes and saw tears there, the boy is a true blessing to me. I pulled him to my lap and dragged Roddy around to join us in a family hug, there were tears of joy all around, at least I thought that they were tears of joy at the time.
    "We were going to find a better time and a better place to tell you our news, but the bear is loose from the snare and he is on the prowl," Sarah was looking straight at me. "Daylight can not have this baby, she is weak and the baby will kill her." My heart stopped, RD held me or I would have fallen out of my chair. I took Daylight in my arms and led her to a better chair, but she wanted to sit with me on the sofa. I know how much trouble she had when she carried Cory Stevens, that is why she lived in Brad and Jay's house where René could care for her. I was going to take my wife back to Tucson and I thanked my Lord above for telling me to bring Traveler Too© to do the job.
ùdyi wahya     We pulled our sons down to sit together with us as Daylight looked directly at RD, "You are completely your father's son and I am proud to know you. You are good to my little Gvnigetsuli and Aioli Wahya, I know that you will be there for my unborn son, ùdyi wahya, Ani Waya; my precious Waya family." That shows how much Tsalagi that I really know, I had thought that Cory Stevens was Aioli Waya, but without the H in the name for wolf it becomes wolves, just the opposite of what I thought, Daylight was calling us, Ani Waya, a family of wolves.
    "You are troubled my alihelitsidasdi—happiness, what is on your mind?"
    "I was thinking of story that my mother's father once told me, it is an ancient Tsalagi story that he learned when he came to see my grandmother before they were married. It is called the:

TWO WOLVES

A Cherokee Legend

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.
"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil — he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego."
He continued, "The other is good — he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you — and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

    My family looked at me, "I don't know that I am worthy of the precious sons that I have. In light of my actions do I have the right to bring another helpless child into my life?"
    "Kinda late for that, pops, it's already in the oven." I was about ready to bake Roddy's little ass, but I had to laugh at him, he picks this stuff up from the other boys no matter how hard I try to keep him innocent.

    Beulah and Fawn joined us at the table as Pam spread a tapestry before us that I had seen before, but I had much to learn from that too. The character that represents me leads four young cubs through the world as I protect them with my life. The girls had been with the old seer as she communed with her spirits to explain the large wall sized cloth that she had made before Cory came to the village that day in late August of 2004. That ancient piece of woven fabric had began when Cory's father was a young man, still living at home with his father, Chief Steve.
    In one corner it shows five cubs suckling on me, the old woman told the girls that one is Gvnigetsuli—Rodney, one is Aioli Wahya—Cory Stevens, with the smallest being my unborn son, the unnamed ùdyi wahya. Cory is shown at my upper breast as a standing bear—Yonv Gadoga, with little Chrisy—Yonv Anida, young bear-suckling at his breast. The one that had been thought to be Steven, is wearing boots, a sign that he had just come in from the outside, that is representative of RD. The owl and the mountain lion, Steven—Tlvdatsi' and Mike—Wahuhi, are curled below the teats of the wolf, not suckling, but seeking shelter. The owl slightly hides the head of RD, who is without an Indian character, so it was easily confused to be one and the same without careful study.—"definitions
    I wanted to find Daylight and Sarah on the large cloth, but they were not there. I looked for another to suckle on Cory, but saw none, that disturbed me deeply and I held Daylight close to me. Sarah saw my distress and told me that this was a picture of the men of my line. She unfolded a deerskin on which was painted the outlines of four girls, two grown. One woman had a baby girl at her breast and the other character was clearly a youth.
    Pam told us that these two pieces showed the lives of those that followed after duyugodv ayosdi, the powerful Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe who travels. I looked at the girl and I could see it in her eyes. "This is you?" I pointed at the youth on the deer skin, she nodded. "The baby, a baby girl? Cory's baby girl?" She smiled as she nodded once again. Cory turned to Sarah who smiled at her loving husband.

    I had one of the most fitful nights of my entire life. I dreamed that I was in a giant vacuum that was sucking all of those that I loved out into a vast darkness, I was forced to choose to hold onto Cory or to Cory Stevens as well as the last solid piece of the world around me. If I let go of my grip on the world then I would be lost with both of my Corys and I could not choose. Little Cory awakened me to a new reality, I had lain him on my chest when I had changed him around four o'clock, but he was still full of it and I felt it trickle down my sides as he giggled in his sleep. The boy is days shy of ten months old, does he know how to piss on his own father at that age, I guess he did.
    I had made my decision, I got out of bed and stepped into the shower. Clean and awake I stepped into Roddy's room and had to stop and look around. I had given Roddy all of my wolf figurines and pictures from my room at my mother's house. Dane was spooned into Roddy who was asleep and clutching my most prized trophy of youth close to his breast. I was nine years old when I poured the liquid plaster into the mold to make that wolf's head, I painted it with loving care, making sure not to get any paint where it should not be. The day that I sat with my mother and watched her sew that little wolf's head badge onto my blue cub scout uniform is one that has held my thoughts forever. I heard my great grandmother's voice as she leaned over my crib and whispered in my ear as she told me that I was a powerful wolf that would lead my family to safety, Shoemowetochawcawewahcatowe.
    Roddy awakened and looked up at me, he looked down at the wolf's head in his hand and passed it to me, "I dreamed that you came to me and took me to a safe place where my mom and I can go to have a new brother." I dragged the boy from his bed and held him close as we both cried, him from fear, me from whatever demon was tormenting me.

    I carried Roddy on my shoulders and Dane ran along before us as we went down to breakfast, we found Pam and RD deep in conversation with his grandmother, Fawn, and his great aunt Beulah. I looked at RD and I knew that he knew Pam. He grinned at my knowing gaze and blushed then came over to kiss me good morning, the boy is a champ when he can still kiss his old man at sixteen years of age. Cory came in with his family and a few minutes later Ugitsiha followed with Cory Stevens.
    I set the plaster head of the wolf in front of my plate at the breakfast table and looked around at the eager faces. "Daylight is going to be okay, I am taking all of you home with me and I am going to get the finest doctors that I can find to take care of my wife and my children. Cory has bought a house across the street from my house where all of you are going to live."
    "Everything that we need to take with us is packed and sitting there in those boxes waiting for you to come and get us," Sarah told me. I looked at Cory who just stared at me, I began to laugh.
    "Your wolf guide has arrived," I told my family.
    "Pam, what are you going to do?"
    "I talked to granny and she can't take care of me, she is old, but she has others to care for her."
    "Pam, spit it out, honey, what do you know?" She unrolled the deerskin and pointed at the young girl on the hide, it wasn't fat. I took her hand and smiled at her as I took RD's hand and joined the two of them. They are too young to marry, but that is a bridge to cross at a later time.
    The boys made short work of stowing everything that the girls felt that they needed beneath Traveler Too©. The house, and everything in it, belongs to Sarah's mother who gave us her blessings and bid farewell to her youngest daughter. We all kissed the women goodbye then set out for Tucson before noon on Saturday leaving the three of them behind to wave us on our way.

    Three girls and two baby boys were placed into a twenty four hundred dollar a night suite at Rick's country club. I had not seen a need for the club in several years and had not renewed my membership there and they saw me coming. I don't mind if the little guy gets his, I know that I can buy that club and one hundred more just like it each day of the week for a few months, okay, I can be a snob when it suits me.
    I was impressed with RD when he came up to sit atop the engine compartment on our trip home, "Dad, I talked to mom and aunt Sarah about the furniture. Now don't go getting all gishy on me, but they like old stuff and you gotta admit that that stuff I got is old. So I told them that they could have it and Cory is like, no dude, we'll go buy new stuff and all that, but mom wants it and I want her to have it. It's not doing no good down in that basement so I'm gonna have it moved to Cory's house."
    I couldn't hug him and keep Traveler Too© between the lines at the same time, but my heart felt thanks went out to my son. I do know that Daylight really appreciates antiques, she wiped each piece of Jimmy's furniture down with tears in her eyes and told me that she had that kind of furniture in the home where she grew up, but all of it was lost in a house fire when she was away at college.

    We arrived back at the house at just past eleven on Saturday night and headed directly up to bed. Cory put Traveler Too© to bed. I carried Roddy while RD carried Dane, we undressed the boys and put them in their bed, like magnets they pulled against each other for an embrace without ever missing a single breath. RD put his arm around my shoulder and walked into my room with me, he turned and locked the door then looked at Cory then me.
    "I did it and you know it, but now I need to get my mojo back."
    "Is that something contagious, do you know where he lost that mo thingy of his," I asked Cory as innocently as possible.
    "No, I don't know where he lost it. Wait, I remember, Oklahoma, I lost my mojo back there when we stopped over after our trip to Georgia." he was flipping his stiffening cock around, "As I remember I got me a baby to take the place of my mojo. Hey RD man, you gonna have a baby?"
    RD sat down on the foot of the bed and began to cry, I glared at Cory who sat down beside him and put his arm around him, "So, tell us, how was it?"
    "Ass hole!!!"
    "That's enough. Cory you were seventeen and a half and going into your senior year of high school, RD is sixteen and a half and in the last half of his junior year. You were a bit more sexually active than RD is, as I recall." I held RD as I realized that he was not happy with what he had done, but that wasn't what it was about, at least I didn't think so.
    "If you didn't force yourself on her you did nothing wrong, beautiful boy."
    "Dad, I'm not beautiful, I am foul and rotten. I let things get out of hand and we went too far." I had to keep quiet and let him tell the story, but I was tired from a hard round trip drive and no rest in between. "I didn't fuck her if that's what you think, I ain't stupid enough for that. I don't want a kid yet, but damn that girl did things to me that no girl ever did."
    We were laying down with RD between me and Cory, he rose up on his elbow and looked me in the eye, "Dad, she got me so hard that I blew my load in my pants, and she knew it. She made me pull my pants down and she took a hot washcloth and cleaned me up and I did it again. No girl has ever made me do that, dad, it was scary."
    "You like her don't you?"
    "Yeah, I do. I couldn't quit staring at her all of the way back home. I don't want her to be here, dad, I can't be around her."
    "Why, because your body reacted to her and embarrassed you? RD, you are a healthy, vibrant male, your body only reacted the way nature designed it to work. As you age those things will come under your control, but for now that is just a part of growing up. Randall, let yourself grow up and quit fighting it, you are going to cause yourself to withdraw into a shell at this rate and I like the son that I have, just the way he is."
    "So will you fuck me for an hour or two and let me know that I am normal?" I had to chuckle at his idea of normal. I love his body, but what I wanted was not his ass. We agreed that since Cory was an ass hole that RD should fuck him then he would let Cory do the fucking for the rest of the night while I kept his cock wet and warm.

    "Uncle Chwis!!" four year old Petey ran to me dragging another boy his age along behind him. "This is my boyfweind, Towy." I bent down and got myself a hug from the youngster and asked him where his mother was.
    "I am right here, sir." I stood up and met a smiling face that I had long ago forgotten.
    "Hello, Carla, it is good to see you. Is Tory your boy?" I asked my old high school classmate.
    "Mine and Darlene's, she took the shot, I just held her hand." Carla and Darlene were long time friends of Sylvia's and I had often wondered about their relationship. I wondered if the shot was live or artificially inseminated, did they know who the sperm donor was? People who go for the science approach rather than crawl between the sheets together take time to know; they want healthy, bright children. Pam stepped up and I gave her a hug.
    I decided to drop a bombshell. "This is my wife, Daylight, and our son Cory Stevens. That little hellion sneaking up on Petey is our son, Rodney, and this big dude here is our eldest boy." Carla stood slack jawed as she stared at RD.
    "He looks just like you, Chris, he is beautiful. But I always thought…"
    "I thought the same about you. Remember Sylvia Hamm, RD is our son, she passed away and I am married to Daylight." RD walked over to his mom and kissed her and told her how much he loved her. He pulled out a chair for Pam to sit down next to Daylight as Cory and Sarah came up pushing little Chrisy in a stroller. I introduced Carla and Darlene to Pam, Sarah, and Cory. Everybody looked about as they tried to figure which Pam was which.
    Petey solved it when he said, "This is mommy." Our delemma came to an end.
    I asked mommy Pam if she could recommend any shops for our two expectant mothers. All three girls were eager to show the two ladies about, I volunteered to take care of all of the boys. RD and his Pam were off to see a movie and would be home later. RD turned and looked at Rodney, "Well little brother, are you going to the movies with me or not?" Rod jumped down from his chair and ran to his big brother and threw his arms around his leg. Cory and I sat back with our sons as we entertained Petey and Tory, our newest boyfriends.

    Two boys that I had known from Wilson's football team slid up to the table next to Cory and I. Cory looked over at them and called out, "Hey, Lonny, how's tricks George? Dad, that's Lonny Thomas and this is George Sanborn, but he likes to be called Sparky." Both boys had a look on their face that told me that I needed to listen to them. We invited them over and introduced them to our baby boys, I was right, Lonny was in trouble.
    "Cory, like man, I can talk to you and all can't I? I mean I fucked myself up so bad and I don't know what I'm going to do. I always thought that you were…well you got a kid and you are married so I guess…"
    "Hey, Lonny, you have a teenage problem, you think too much. You are in trouble and I can see it on your face. We are your friends and we can help, no matter what it is." I smiled at Cory, but inside I was in battle as I tried very hard to stifle a laugh, my Cory man shows me such maturity—with his background he amazes me.
    "Can't nobody help me, I got kicked out of school with only four months to go before I graduate and now I can't go to college."
    "Bet me!" I couldn't keep out of the conversation at that point. He looked at me and his face took on a softer look.
    "One time me and Sparky went down to that place where they got those great burgers…"
    "The fŗĩęñďş Çłųß," his buddy Sparky told him.
    "Yeah, that place, I seen you in there, you like talked to a friend of mine who thought that he was like gay and all and you really helped him. I don't see him any more, he doesn't go to school at Wilson, but he was real happy that he talked to you."
    "Do you remember his name?"
    "Yeah, it was Sean."
    "Sean Dickson is my distant cousin and he lives with Cory and me, he goes to a private school that I own."
    The boy perked up, "You own a school? I mean like a real school?"
    "Yeah. like a real school where you might be able to go and graduate this year and go on to college and like yeah, so tell me what happened to you." I love kids today and their language, like it is real kewl and all, you know?
    "Well, you may not want me at your school cause I…me and Sparky, okay buddy? We are kinda…"
    "Hey, I was sitting at the desk in a club for gay kids talking to your friend who thought he was gay. Go on, get your head around it, I don't bite, if I do I don't chew, and I never swallow, not the meat, but I really like the cream inside." That had both boys laughing and at ease. "Your turn."
    "I keep this journal for my English class and I kinda fucked up and put a file into it that I…well, I just wasn't thinking. It was really sexy and stuff and the school monitor saw it and I got expelled and can't go back, ever."
    "Gay stuff?"
    "'Bout Sparky and me and some of our friends, my whole life story. I guess the shit is gonna hit the fan over this."
    "When did this happen?"
    "Friday."
    "Sparky, how do you feel about his journal entry?"
    "Well, he kinda outted me and some of our buddies, now we are going to get so much shit."
    "Will it help if I tell you that Principal Ellis is an old friend of mine, I might be able to help."
    "The kids already know, they egged my car last night and they called Franklin's mother up and told her, he's toast."
    "I can still help, are you willing to tell your story to my school board?" I winked at Cory. "All of you that need help?"
    "Yeah, I guess, if I can finish up school and stuff I'll tell anybody."
    "Even if you have to stand before them naked?" Cory was about to roll out of his chair. "Okay, I'm having fun at your expense and I am sorry, it is wrong of me. The school that I own is for gay boys, there are no girls there, if you want to go to school with a bunch of fags who will think that you are about the hottest thing on two legs then I would like to have you come up to my house tonight and tell your story to all of us.
    "All of us will be naked and we will be checking you out, but nobody will touch you in anyway unless you tell them that they can."
    "Will Sean be there, he is hot, you remember Sean Dickson, Sparky, he's hot."
    "Fuck yeah, I remember him, I used to jack off thinking about him when I was in the ninth grade."
    "I was fucking you in the ninth grade."
    "Yeah, but I had to go home and I got horny at night and I would think about doing him and you at the same time."
    "Sean would like that. You two come and bring your friends if they want to go to school with you. Hey! Is your story on a disk? We could let Jimmy read it, you will like that." They both thought that I was totally crazy, but they were desperate and decided to come up.

    The five women came back and our wives were laden with packages. I called the store where most of the bags were from and asked for a courier to come to me. I charged the young man to deliver all of the girl's purchases to Cory's house that afternoon, I was not about to shuffle two pregnant women, two babies, and a half ton of merchandise out to my tiny little SUV on a cold Sunday afternoon.

    I was listening to Lonny and Pam behind me and I was learning more about the boy. It seems that Pam knew him from a few years back and she knew a girl that Lonny has been fucking by the name of Jane. I think that we might have a fun evening ahead of us.

    On the way home Daylight and Sarah were laughing and carrying on about Carla, the woman was relentless as she questioned Daylight about RD. She could do the math and knew that RD had to have been born when her friend, Sylvia, was still in high school, "that must explain why she disappeared," she told the girls, "her parents were awfully strict with her."
    Sarah told me that I should be proud of my wife, that she stood up to the snoop and answered her questions as honestly and evasively as she could. They told me that Carla was told when we met and when we married, the evasive answer came when she was asked about RD. Daylight simply told Carla that the boy is an excellent and loving boy, worthy to be called my son. Daylight told her that no father could ever be more proud of his son than I was of RD. I was driving, but I did hazard a grip on her hand and a smile.

    The boys had carefully moved every stick of RD's furniture from the basement to Cory's house and set it up. There was more furniture than I recalled having seen; as I began to look around I recognized a few pieces that I had seen many times in the past. Jimmy was smiling so brightly that we could have set him outside to brighten the cloud covered day. I gave him a tight hug and kiss, it was a sacrifice for him to part with his mother's prized possessions. He knew that they would be safe and lovingly cared for while, at the same time, giving him and the queeing a little more room to play around.
    Cullen still maintains his room with his fairy tale castle painted on the wall behind his bed. The time is growing so short for that young man to remain in my home and I am trying my best to stop the clock so that I can keep him with me forever. Cullen is the kind of boy that grows on a person, he is smart, no intelligent is a better word. He is wise beyond his years, and he is such a child. I can never conceive of a time when I would grow tried of being near his royal hinney, I may just move into his castle with him, I'll take Cory of course.

    My little ones' legs are just not long enough to keep up with us when we run. I had been running in every different direction lately, but I was missing my morning run around the neighborhood. I called βφτ house and invited the college boys up for a special presentation of our normal Saturday night activity that had been skipped because of my last minute trip to Oklahoma. I did not want the boys to skip their evening, but I cannot control what they do when I am not at home with them.
    My call to βφτ house was met with a challenge, Tim O'Connor has received a new foot for his prosthesis and he was sure that he would be able to run me into the ground. One hundred and twenty boys set out in small groups to run around the eight mile course and time keepers had set themselves up along the course to determine each boy's progress in our new exercise regime that Cas has laid out for them. Seven little ones, ten and under, rode their bicycles along with the runners as each of them were timed and their endurance carefully monitored.
    I try to give special duties to Roddy to let him know that he is special to me and one of his jobs is lowering the large west gate across the driveway so that the runners can come directly up to the west entry of granite house and not have to go through the main house. The heavy gates across the driveway are extremely dangerous if not activated properly and I have been made aware of a potential problem with the west gate. Heavy duty hydraulic rams push the gate down and a cog has to fall in place to secure the gate or it will spring up with drastic results.
    Roddy pulls his bike up to the gate then uses his cell phone to lower the gate, but a second signal has to be sent within a few seconds to set the cog. Something, either with the cog or the circuit that activates it, has let the gate shoot upwards with enough power to cut a vehicle in half.
    I had invited Lonny and his friends to come up about five o'clock and share dinner with us. They were parking their cars and crossing the street when Roddy rode up with Dane at his side. Roddy can get a bit bossy and he choose that time to be at his worst. He ordered our guests to stand back as he pushed his code into his cell phone and the heavy iron gate retracted into the ground. He entered his code to lock the gate down then put his hands on his hips and told the boys to stand aside or get knocked down.
    In a dead heat Tim and I ran neck and neck to the gate, "Tim beat you, daddy. Tim beat my daddy, Tim beat my daddy." I turned back and grabbed him then turned him upside down and carried him into the house as he giggled his head off. I called out to Lonny and his buddies to follow us inside.
    As quickly as they entered the house the boys were removing their shorts and tees then using them to wipe the sweat from their bodies, most of them used their clothing to wipe their ball sweat off. Tim walked over to a side table and sat down on it as Sandy rushed up to him with a pair of feet with shoes on them. "Let me clean your, hot nuts." With that he proceeded to lick Tim's sweaty balls dry and rubbed his face around the crotch of his lover. "Fuck, you taste good, I need you so bad." He engulfed Tim's thick seven inch cut cock into his hungry mouth as our guests stood riveted to their spot.
    With a show of reluctance on his face Tim pushed Sandy away, "Later dude, Jimmy's got a story for us and it is my turn." Both boys giggled as Sandy unfastened the lower section of Tim's prostheses and removed the skis.
    "What are those," the boy named Franklin asked Tim.
    "What, oh those? They are the latest thing that the Veterans Hospital gave me, they help me to run without the shock to my joints. How'd I do, dad?"
    "You were remarkable, Tim, you gave me a fucking run for my money."
    "You bet your ass he did," Jimmy stuck his stop watch under my nose, "eight point two miles in thirty nine minutes. You two need to try out for the Olympics." He stopped and looked at Lonny, "Dude, hey guys look who's here."
    The boys were coming out of their rooms with their uniforms on when suddenly a cry went from one to another that Lonny Thomas was in the house. Sean charged down the stairs and over to the boy then threw his arms about him. Craig quickly joined them then other boys gathered around. It was a grand reunion.
    Franklin was still examining Tim's skis. That is sort of what they look like, a long piece of spring alloy stainless steel is fitted to the end of the rods that clamp inside of Tim's prosthetic apparatus. The piece is bent backwards then curves out under Tim's body to form a ski looking affair about fifteen inches long. The shape and design give the foot spring, or bounce, to absorb the shock that running puts on Tim's joints.
    He was always a star class athlete when he went to high school in Albany a year ahead of Brad Garcia and two years ahead of Jayson Adams. Tim lost both legs, one at the knee, the other a little below the knee when he stepped on a booby trap in Iraq. Tim's comrades in arms testified that Tim took the charge when he ran between them and a sniper that was drawing them into the booby trap. Tim received the Silver Star for Valor on Veteran's Day of 2007.

    The family began to taunt the four visitors to take it all off. I came down the steps with Cory at my side and feeling better after a quick shower, "Strip 'em boys or there will be no supper for you. What does Edmund have for us tonight."
    "Meatballs," the chorus went up.
    "No thank you, I just ate Cory's." The boys chased me over to granite house. All of us were impressed when our guests came up properly attired for dinner, they are sweet looking. However this was our story time where we do a bit of a role reversal with the one we love. There would not be a chance to get into the missing pants of those four boys on this visit.
    "Sir, Missy Sarah wants to know if Rodney and Dane will be joining the other boys for dinner." Roddy ran to my side and pled with me to let him stay, he was here and it would be difficult to send him over so I told Edmund to tell the girls that he was going to stay home for the evening.

    "So, Mr. Thomas, do you have your story for us?"
    "Yes, sir. I have it on this USB flash drive, in HTML."
    "Tell us a very little bit about it, please."
    "Well, you remember the movie, 'Fun With Dick and Jane', I call this fun dicken Jane. She is my ex-girlfriend."
    "And you put that story into your school computer?"
    "Well no, I was editing it and I saved it to the school's hard drive by accident, shit did that start the fireworks." The boys all laughed as we filled up on Edmund's great pasta sauce and his meatless meatballs. I ate mostly salad, but I had a few of the meatballs on the side, with sauce. My blood sugars have been spikey of late and I wanted to avoid the pasta, I did eat some of Ģer's whole grain bread with garlic butter slathered on it though, I needed the fiber.
    The boys were eager to hear the story, the next day is a school day so the boys had things to do before bed, but they wanted their swap out accompanied by a hot story. I have learned that Jimmy has become a top, don't ask me how I know that, I just thought that I would throw it out. Story time gives him the pleasure that he needs as Cullen shows the hunky boy how much he does love him.
    Our guests had the rules of the house explained to them and then they were told about our little tradition and what was going to occur. That excited all of them, we were told that they were all versatile so they drew marbles from our box to decide who would serve the other, black was the receiver.
    The cushions were spread about, the lights were dimmed, Jimmy sat back in his favorite reading chair with his legs spread wide and Cullen on the floor before him. Jimmy pulled the swing arm with the keyboard on it before himself and started one super hot story.

    This chapter is getting a little too long, maybe I should wait to tell this story another time. Put that rope away, you won't need to tear up those pillows, those feather don't work well with hot tar anyway.


Oh. alright, you guys are more like children than the kids in my house. Here's your bedtime story and I hope that you cream all over yourself reading it.

    I jumped out of bed and grabbed my briefs from the floor. "Fucking bitch. Get the fuck out of my life." I stomped across the large living room on my way too…I had no place in mind. I ended up in the garage, screaming and yelling. I was, what they call, venting. There was no one there, no one could hear me, no one fucking cared. My cock was still hard, she had gotten me that far. I wrapped my hand around the cotton clad monster of the deep and gave him a mighty squeeze. I wish the hell Sparky was here, I would much rather be fucking him.
    I heard the front door slam shut. "Good, the bitch is gone." I pushed my briefs below my balls and let my true love come up for air. He loves to be out in the open and everybody that sees him has to admire him. I gave him a few really tight strokes along his length as he expanded and sent those nice feel good sensations throughout my body.
    He wanted more than a token rub down, he was up to play. I stuck my hand under my balls and pushed the bunched up briefs down just a bit more as I began to lay it on him. My ass hole was puckering, I was up on my toes. The pins and needles were racing up my legs to my groin bringing on the euphoric emotions of an extraordinary orgasm. The garage door from the kitchen burst open, "WHAT YOU DOIN'?" The son-of-a-bitch scared the living shit out of me. Needless to say, my cock ran and hid. I got soft so fast it amazed me and I began to laugh.
    Sparky knows I'm crazy, but every once in a while I like to prove it to him. I was standing there with my wilted cock laying on top of my balls that were pushed high by the waistband of my briefs, dancing around the garage while laughing my head off like a manic. I guess it was the adrenalin working its way out of my system after the fright that Sparky put in me. I began to calm down and I danced up to Sparky and threw my arms around him and kissed him, long and deep. Sparky is my true love, we have been together our whole lives, really. We went to the same nursery so that our mothers could go about town to flaunt their wealth and social stature.
    Sparky enclosed my cock with his large, warm hand, "Come on baby. I need this in me so bad. I've been out there waiting for her to leave all night." He was stroking me and breathing hard. I know the signs very well, we started sucking each other at nine years of age. We had watched a homo porno that my dad had stashed. We tried fucking like they did in the video, but it was like shoving an earthworm through the eye of a sewing needle. We tried that one time too, killed the worm, made a mess of the needle. My dick was the first to grow and I reached three and a half inches when I was eleven. Sparky got his first fucking and he has been after me everyday since.
    I pulled at Sparky's hand and stopped where I stood, "No, not today. I need it. I need to feel you deep inside of me, I need to know that I am loved by the greatest person on this globe. Today is my turn." Sparky looked at me. I always fuck him, but I need it sometimes. I can't tell him that because he means so much to me. He can't get enough of my cock in his butt. I have fucked him full of my juices five times in one night, but he wants my cock to stay up in him. We have learned how to do this, but my ass is so empty.
    I love to suck Sparky and his cum is better than the best deserts that my mother's chefs have ever prepared for me. I could sit with a jug of his jizz and drink from it all night. He likes it when we suck each other after we fuck and then he can get off. He can hold back and not get off just so that he can save himself for my hangup, I love the taste of cum. His cock is just a fraction of an inch over a sweet seven and a tad over five and a half inches around. It fits my mouth so well, but today I am going to let it scratch an itch that I have deep inside my rectum.
    Sparky's clothes formed a trail from the kitchen to my bed. He was on his knees with my legs up on his shoulders as his cock moved in and out of me making all of my dreams come true. I was really enjoying the feelings that were working at my psyche.
    "I know I had it, I put it in my purse right…OHMIGOD…Sherrrryyyy!. Fags in the bedroom." Jane stood with her hand on the door knob with Sherry peering over her shoulder. Sparky was seven inches deep into his work and I was frustrated for a second time that morning by the bitch from hell.
    I stormed up to her in the altogether with my goods swinging free for all to see. "Why the hell do you insist on making my life miserable? I want you to get your prissy assed shit and get out of my house. Get out of my life. And if you can find a way, get the fuck off of my planet." I pushed past her and headed across the living room. I spun and pointed at the bitch in training, "and take your lackey with you, or is she your lickey? She looks like a brown noser." I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of chocolate milk and turned it up.
    "Don't drink out of the carton, that is so gross!" she ordered. I held the carton out to Sparky who took a big swallow as I knelt before him and took a swallow on his soft hanger, my butt slime was causing it to glisten.
    "Sorry we were disturbed big boy." I spoke into his cock then sucked it to the hairline. I stood up and took the milk carton from Sparky's hand and turned it up for another long drink as Jane went off. I put my hand on Sparky's ass and gave him a squeeze as I looked at the worst, no sorry, the second worst thing to ever throttle my life. "I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house, bitch."
    "What the hell did you just say to my angel, where the hell are your clothes and what is he doing here?" The worst thing to ever throttle my life was up to her usual standards of running her sentences together and making no sense whatsoever.
    "Mom, didn't you always tell me that a polite person knocks and waits to be invited in? Oh yeah, I forgot, you are not a polite person are you? You are just the queen bitch," I barked at her.
    She turned to say something to her best friend, Martha, Sparky's mother, who was standing in my living room. "What the fuck is this, a bitch convention?" I grabbed Sparky by the hand and led him to the second bedroom and locked the door behind us. We lay on the bed doing some tongue wrestling and cock fighting as the hens scratched and pecked at the door.
    "I love you, babe. Thank you so much for coming by when you did. I so can't take anymore of this."
    "I didn't come by, lover. My egg donor threw me out," Sparky told me.
    "I'm afraid that she did more than donate an egg. My line is sperm donor when I talk about my dad. Moms kind of have to carry us around for nine months, but I tell you what. When she finally opened up that pussy and I saw daylight I got the fuck out of there. I was crying and screaming at the doctor as I begged him not to put me back in there. God it was awful. Anyway, why'd she throw you out?"
    "She accused me of being a fag, can you imagine it? Me? A homosexual, cock sucking, take it up the butt fag? I told her, "no way". So here I am. I turned eighteen in my car parked in front of your house last night hoping that Jane would go home and I could come in to get my candle blown and prove my mother's theory. My car is uncomfortable," he pouted at me.
    "You poor baby. I wish that you had knocked on the door, I would have sent her cunt packing. I can't believe that I have actually been going up in her. It must have been a phase of normalcy that I was going through. Thank god I outgrew it. I am back to you, forever. Are you ready to resume where we left off?" I had hold of his long thick cock and ran my thumb through the incessant flow of pre-cum that dribbled from his cum slit. I lay there thinking about what was on the other side of the door and turned to get closer to Sparky and let him know how much I truly love him.
    The bedroom door flew open and my mother was on her knees showing off her straightened out paper clip. She has done that to me all of my life. I put a key operated lock on my door at her house, I was going to have to do the same here. The parade marched in. Four nagging hens came scratching for blood as they started in on Sparky. I stood in front of him and put my finger right into Jane's face. "You have five minutes to get your shit off of my property. I will call the police again and you remember what they said to you the last time. I was the one with marks on me, I never touched you. They could have, and probably should have, hauled you off to jail. But if they come back they promised you that you will go to county lock up." She huffed at me and spun around to go pack.
    Next wave, same verse, different voice, "Your grandfather would be so upset with you. You, a fag, in the house that he gave you…"
    "SHUT THE FUCK UP, you don't know fucking shit you idiotic cunt." I pushed past her, making sure that I shoved her hard. Sparky's mother was in his face, I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. I walked across the living room to the large fireplace, I removed a piece of wood molding on the side and pulled out a large brown envelope. I reached inside and pulled out ten, eight by ten, full color glossy photographs and held them up to her face. She shrieked like a banshee. She probably is a banshee, that would explain a lot. Jane came running in with her shadow, Sherrie, glued to her right hip. I made sure she got a good look at the pictures of my grandfather, my mother's very own sainted dad, I won't venture to guess where he is sainted. The man faced the camera with me on the dining room table on my back and his dick clearly buried its full length up my nine year old ass; we wore wrap around smiles on both of our faces. There were pictures of me sucking my grandfather's humongous cock., everyone knew right then where I got mine from. There were pictures of me with cum streaked across my body as grandfather held his dripping cock. There were even pictures of me at fourteen plowing the old man's ass.
    "So who do you think was behind the camera, mother? Did you ever wonder why grandma always had a pan of soapy water sitting on the little table by her chair when you would come to pick me up? Did you ever wonder why my underwear always had cream in the seat of them? My grandmother would take the pictures as she told me what a good boy I was and how sweet I was to help grandpa with his little problem. She would hold me in her lap, sitting there in her rocking chair and wash my ass with warm water. She would put her finger into that cream that took away the pain and rub it all around my butt hole and she would put her finger up deep inside as she put cream up in there. She would stroke my cock and make me feel as good as I did when grandfather fucked me or even when he sucked me. He didn't suck me often, grandmother did that part. She said that I should feel good for being such a big, brave boy.
    "Have you ever asked yourself why I came over here as soon as they died and gave me this house? I hauled his and her chairs out into the backyard and then I put the dining room table on top of them and set them on fire. That was two weeks after that picture right there was taken. I told granddad that it was my turn or I was going to tell my coach at school about him.
    "That's why he killed the two of them. They couldn't live with me telling the world what they had been doing. That's why I have hidden these pictures for years, I knew nobody would believe me. I wanted to burn every stick of furniture in this house, but the police got here and stopped me. You had me put into therapy because you didn't believe me when I told you that I hated grandpa for molesting me. I never ever told anybody else, I lived with it. Until now, now it is over.
    "I want you out of my house, out of my life. You will leave Sparky and me alone. We love each other and we will do quite well without any of you."
    "You don't get rid of me that easy kiddo, I still control your trust fund, you can't live without money. I have these pictures now and nobody will ever believe that my father would ever…"
    "Oh no, what have I done? I gave my mother pictures of her pervert father molesting my little ass and she doesn't want to give them back to me." I walked over to the glassed in bookcase to the side of the fireplace, "Oh golly, oh gee whiz, I am so stupid, I must have been born yesterday." I fished around at the back of the bookcase a moment then pulled out an identical envelope with the same pictures inside.
    "I have plenty of copies, I have them on a computer disk also. There is a set in my safety deposit vault and my attorney has a sealed set in my paper work that only I can access, or him in front of witnesses in the event of my untimely death. I have made a full deposition of my life with grandfather from my youngest memories at four or five years old. I was a pretty good cock sucker before I entered kindergarten. Grandfather got the scare of his life when I was six and I started playing with daddy's dick. Daddy was pushing me away and grandfather was pulling me away.
    "No, my dad never touched me. He had a long talk with me that night and told me that I should never do that, ever again. I told him about grandfather and he told me that I should not tell secrets that I had promised not to ever tell. I know that my dad is gay, I know that Uncle Ray is dad's lover and no blood relation to me. I know that it drives you up the wall.
    "Well, let me give you one more clue, sweet mother, I am eighteen. I turned eighteen last week when I left your house and moved into my own house, here, you have no control over me. You do not control my trust fund any longer, you will not get a check in tomorrow's mail. You will now have to learn to live on the five thousand dollar monthly payment that papa left you, until you remarry and then you are cut off.
    'You are broke, you no longer have my ten thousand dollars a month to spend as you see fit. You were given a choice at the divorce to get child support and alimony from my dad or to let papa help you, you chose papa's charity. Now dad and Ray are worth hundreds of millions of dollars and you signed an iron clad agreement that you can never go after him, for anything. You received much more than the state requires so you have no recourse. If you ever even try you have to return every penny that you have ever received from papa, before any sort of settlement can be discussed. Too bad, so sad, the hag is had.
    "I'll tell you what you do have, you have an opportunity to go see an accounting firm that I hired to look into the money that you and my attorney have received and show how every dime of it was spent since I was seven years old and my father's father died. He wanted to provide for his poor little daughter-in-law who had married his homosexual son. But as soon as she could remarry she would not need his money. It would all be kept in the company kitty until I turn twenty one and am legally able to take over the company. Meow." I was so mad, but I was on a roll. I grabbed Sparky and kissed him as I rubbed our still naked bodies together.
    "I really wish I could have been here for the whole show. Will there be another performance?" I spun around to see two of my best buds sitting on the kitchen cabinets, just out of view of anyone else in the house, but a clear view of my back
    "Fine, another pair of fags." Jane stomped from the room to be followed by my mother and Martha.
    "I represent that remark, you know," Franklin called after her. Sparky and I walked to the kitchen. Franklin jumped down from the cabinet to give me a big hug, he had to be about the most loyal friend a boy could have.
    "Love the outfit, it looks tailor made. And Sparky, your's fits so well." You have to laugh at Franklin, he can make light of the worst situation and still let you know that he is feeling the pain himself. His ever present shadow came over for a hug. He kind of stood back and bent into me so that my naked parts didn't touch him.
    "What's the matter, afraid that my fagishness will rub off on you?"
    "You're not a fag?" he giggled.
    "This shit all started when Jane walked in on Sparky and I. He was plowing my ass with that deadly weapon of his. I'm going to give you more to chew on, Sparky and I are gay, queer, fags, whatever word you want to use to describe us. We have been having sex with each other since we were six years old and I have fucked his tight little ass every day of the week since I was thirteen. So what do you have to say now, bigot?" Poor Sparky was beet red, it was kind of cute. I've never seen anyone blush when they are naked. Even his cock and balls were red.
    "You're a fag? I have known you forever man. I have let you sleep over at my house. I undress next to you in the gym. I have bent over in front of you when we were both naked, and now you tell me you're a fucking fairy. I am pissed. You couldn't ever offer that huge cock of yours to me. I have so wanted that puppy for a play toy, Bert can tell you how often I have whined that I want you up in me just once. Fuck you man. Bert and I may not have your looks or be hung like you two are, but we have feelings and to find out that our best buds are doing the dirty bump and we never knew it…"
    "Am I hearing something here. Are you two?" Franklin grabbed Bert and locked his lips on the other boy.

    "So what was I supposed to do? He went out and bought condoms. I have been trying to get pregnant. I have done every thing that you wanted of me, except to suck his nasty old cock. I see now that that's what he wanted all along, so he got Sparky to do it." I had to move closer, this was sounding good. All four of us took seats on the kitchen cabinets where we could not be seen from the other room and listened in.
    "Look at me, Jane. Haven't I been good to you? You sat with me at Lonny's fifteenth birthday party and told me how much you loved him and how you wanted to be his one and only. I have done everything I could do to help you, child. I have bought you sexy clothes and perfumes, anything that you wanted to try to get his attention. This last year you two have been so close and when you told me that you had started sleeping together I knew that we had him where we needed him.
    "Okay, I went along with you on taking the pill until school was out. It would be tough to get pregnant there, but you quit the pills in December, it's the second week of January. Why aren't you pregnant yet?"
    "You know, Len is right. You never shut up long enough to listen. I just told you that he bought a huge box of condoms. He won't even make out with me unless he wears one. He won't go to bed naked anymore because he doesn't want any kids until we are older and settled down."
    "He has to have a baby, out of wedlock before he is twenty one. That is the only thing, other than his death, that will break his grandfather's will. The old man felt sorry for me marrying his faggot son, but his feelings go deeper for his grandson who had to grow up knowing that his old man is queer. I wonder what Papa would have done if he knew Lonny was a chip off of the old block and a take it up the ass queer himself. You say you saw them do that?"
    "Ask Shelly, she saw it too. Sparky was on his knees with Len's legs wrapped around him. You could see his dick going in and out of…of Len's butt hole."
    "Oh, I wish that I could use that against the little bastard."
    "If I'm a bastard, mother dearest, what does that make you?" I couldn't just sit there and listen to them. I walked across the room and picked up my cell phone by my bed. "Gee, has it been five minutes already? How time flies when you're having fun. Hey babes, what's the phone number for 911?" Four women grabbed their shit and walked out of the door with their tongues creating a cyclone in my front yard as they left.
    "Oh, by the way, mummsie dearest, don't forget that the house you are living in is part of my inheritance from my dearest grandfather. I will expect the mortgage payment to be renegotiated now that I no longer live there." I slammed the door and locked it.

    Franklin came up behind me and wrapped his arms about me in a warm embrace. His erect cock pressed against my crack from beneath his layers of clothing. His name is Roderick Franklin, but he hates the name Roderick. He prefers to be called by his last name. It sounds more like the successful personage that he someday intends to be. He is just looking for a wife with enough money to let him live the life style that he wishes to become accustomed too.
    I turned and looked at him, "Truth? You and Bert. No lie, for reals now." Franklin had a grin from ear to ear. I could see a nice little tent in his slacks, Bert had his own tenting problem. "So, like you ever do it in front of anybody?"
    We ran for the bed as their clothes joined Sparky's in a narrow trail to my double bed. Yeah, problem there. We were doing a show and tell as we let the other couple watch our action and we got in close to watch theirs. We kind of knocked each other to the floor a few times, but we had hormones to strangle. I didn't get mine, but Sparky got the ride of a lifetime as I was so worked up with the foursome routine.
    I had to let them examine me. They had always thought that I was huge, but could not swear to it. Sparky dug out the tape measure and lay back beside me. Franklin wanted to be sure that I was fully up for measurement so he sucked me into his throat. He told Bert that there was no way he was going to get that monster all the way in him. Bert had to prove him wrong.
    If a boy really wants to suck your cock he is going to find a way and I really like Franklin and I wouldn't mind doing him. I will talk to Sparky, but for the time being I let them suck me. They sucked Sparky too, but we made them get on with their job at hand before we shot our wad and wouldn't be able to keep it up.
    Yep, Sparky still had his sweet, mouth filling seven and one quarter inches long. He stretches my lips to a neat round five and one eighth inch circle. I lay there as the three of them drooled as they looked me over. I am hot. I stand five eleven, in stocking feet. I have a trim twenty eight inch waist and wear a thirty four inch inseam on my Levis. I am super cut with a nice six pack. I love to run and I swim. My thighs are killer strong with nice muscles in the calves of my legs. My biceps are, at full stretch, thirteen and a half inches. I weigh one hundred and thirty nine pounds.
    Franklin took one more deep plunge onto my cock then he wrapped the tape measure around it. We were using one of those little tape measures that one carries on a key chain, Sparky and I both have one. Sparky's only stretches out to twenty four inches long, I told Franklin that he better get a bigger one. He stuck his tongue out at me and announced, "Six and one quarter inches, fuck that's gotta hurt." Sparky was shaking his head no. Franklin had his face buried in my golden pubes and didn't see.
    Bert pushed my cock toward my toes getting the full length exposed. Franklin laid the tape down me and his eyes widened. Bert got down close and squeaked out, "nine and seven eighths." Franklin moved so fast that I didn't catch what he was doing until he was fully impaled on me. "Holy shit that hurts," he said.
    "Sparky, you are one hell of a man, to take all of this, my hat's off to you." He bent over and wrapped his arms around me. We rolled so that I was on top. "Now, show me what the fuck I have missed out on all of my love life." I was so worked up that I plowed him a new ass hole. I fucked him harder than I ever fucked Sparky and we have moved the bed and the wall behind it. Franklin was meeting me thrust for thrust as his ass came clear off the bed. We fucked like two horny teenaged boys.
    I had just fucked Sparky and we had sucked each other, twice, but I swear, I filled Franklin with enough jizz to fill a Mason jar. Bert wanted to know how Franklin really tasted inside and he swallowed my cock. Sparky likes my juice so he went to Franklin's freshly fucked hole for an ATM.
    "If we're going to do this again we need a king sized bed."
    I jumped up and found my pants. "Bert, you in your truck?" He wasn't, but Franklin drove us over to get it then we were off to Beds R Us. An hour later we were putting a new bed in my house. We have four months of high school left. Bert is only seventeen and won't be eighteen until August, but fuck it, he is moving in too. No more fun with dicken Jane, boy butt's better, tastes better too.
    The family was very pleased to welcome Lonny Thomas, George "Sparky" Sanborn, Franklin Marlowe, and Herbert Barton— "My friends call me Bert,"— as new students at their school. I will spend the time necessary Monday morning to get them enrolled, but I would like to have them live close to me, I was promised time with each of them if they could learn more about our pin. Oh sweet Chrisy and his pin idea, the mighty midget with the giant widget has gotten me more ass than I could have ever hoped for and from some of the most unexpected sources.
    I have truly loved every boy that I have been with, but some of them would never have been suspected as being willing to undergo my attentions were it not for that little piece of gold. I can not in my own mind believe that I would have taken Chris Martin to my bed any other way and as for Steve Thelwell Steve Thelwell, I know full well that the pin was his only motivation. I have invited the Wild Boys to join us for Cullen's coronation, maybe I can spend a little time with each of them for old time's sake., George "Sparky" Sanborn, Franklin Marlowe, and Herbert Barton— "My friends call me Bert,"— as new students at their school. I will spend the time necessary Monday morning to get them enrolled, but I would like to have them live close to me, I was promised time with each of them if they could learn more about our pin. Oh sweet Chrisy and his pin idea, the mighty midget with the giant widget has gotten me more ass than I could have ever hoped for and from some of the most unexpected sources.
    I have truly loved every boy that I have been with, but some of them would never have been suspected as being willing to undergo my attentions were it not for that little piece of gold. I can not in my own mind believe that I would have taken Chris Martin to my bed any other way and as for Steve Thelwell Steve Thelwell, I know full well that the pin was his only motivation. I have invited the Wild Boys to join us for Cullen's coronation, maybe I can spend a little time with each of them for old time's sake.

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