TRAVELER
Chapter 230

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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    Tiger seemed both sad and happy at moving into the bedroom with the three youngest boys. I had Tahir and Baris move into a room by themselves; they were entering puberty; too old for the little ones to hang with. I pulled Tiger to my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed. I asked him what he was thinking.
    "I like you. I like what you done for EJ, but I…" The tears were threatening to overflow his eyes. "I ain't got no real name. I got all them empty cans daddy said I could sell. I wanna take the money to go somewheres that they don't use no real names."
    "Your name is Geoffrey Tobias Couch. Have you ever heard that name before?"
    "Jeff Couch? Yeah, my teacher called me that one time and I asked mommy about it so daddy went to talk to the teacher and she never called me that again."
    "Well Geoff, that's spelled with a G, is what we will call you, if you want."
    He looked at me for several seconds as the wheels went into motion behind his eyes. "No, I won't know who you're talking at if you call me that."
    "If you ever want to be called Geoff we will do that. In the meantime we will call you Tiger and love you all the same. Now you don't need to sell the empty cans for money to run away with. I will help you take the cans to a recycler and help you sell them. You can put the money in your account so that you can buy anything that you want."
    "Can I buy a new bike? Daddy ran over my bike and mommy smacked me for leaving it in the front yard. It was up against the porch, but daddy ran over it when he knocked the porch down with his truck." I am used to the stories that the boys tell me of their abusive parents, but this one was new to me. The little Tiger Bear had a much rougher life than most of the boys in the school. I wondered about the quality of life that his brother EJ had lived."
    "How about you and I go and buy you a new bike right now? Do you know what kind of bike you want?"
    "Kardal shown me his bike and it is so rad. Can he go and show me what to buy?"
    "Yes he can. We will stop and get pizza afterwards, if you like."
    "I want Khalid and Hamal to go too. And Rod? Can we take Rod with us? I like him, he is so kewl. I want to be like him when I grow up." That got him a tight squeeze. I suppose that at nine years old twelve is grown up. I wonder what he will think of the other boys in the house when he gets settled into a routine.
    I told him that Roddy went to a different school than Kardal did so we would have to wait until he was home. That gave me the perfect reason to delay our trip until after the police detectives stopped by to interview the boy about what had transpired at his house and the shooting of his mother.
    I was not impressed with the detectives that came for the interview. They were both older men and did not seem to know how to get information out of innocent nine year old children. I had to intervene. I took Geoff into my arms and lifted him to sit on my lap. I asked the same questions of him as the two officers did, only I asked them in child like, simple terms.
    Mr. Couch wanted a beer, but there were none in the house. He began to slap Geoff around and knocked him to the ground, breaking the boy's arm. Mrs. Couch tried to fend her husband off and received a bloody beating for her efforts. When Mr. Couch grew tired of beating on his family he pulled out his gun. Mrs. Couch shielded her youngest with her body. That did her no good. Mr. Couch was dead set to shoot somebody. He shot his wife.
    He pointed the gun at Geoff, it was empty. He turned and left to get more bullets out his truck. He suddenly drove off. Geoff did not know where he went. He called 911 and told them that his daddy had shot his mother then he stayed with her until EJ and I arrived.
    The officer asked me for more details and I, in turn, put the questions to Tiger. When we had learned all that the boy had to tell us they left. I picked Tiger up and bounced him in the air. I got the giggles that I was seeking. I told him that I had seen Roddy come in the front door so we headed up to his room to tell him that we were going bicycle shopping.
     Roddy, Khalid, Hamal, and Kardal joined Tiger on his first shopping trip. We headed to a bicycle shop where most of the boys buy their bikes and parts. Tiger is an easy boy to please. The first bike that he saw was the one that he wanted. It was also one like Kardal's so that made it perfect for him. The bike was only two hundred and twenty five dollars. It was well built and sturdy, I don't worry about the bike being the cause of any injuries.
    Tiger came to the family with virtually nothing in the way of clothing. I took the boys to a mall and bought him everything that he needed. I also bought the other boy's new jeans. Have you ever noticed how fast a boy grows at ten? It appeared that Tiger's shoes had been in a fight with a real wild cat. I bought him two new pairs of sneakers and told him that Kardal would explain about wearing a different pair of shoes every day. I bought him a pair of dress shoes. Hamal and Kardal told me that their dress shoes were to tight. Each of the younger boys had a new pair of shoes and two pairs of new jeans. All five boys had six packs of underwear and tee shirts as well as twelve pairs of new crew socks to lug home.
    With their new clothing stored safely in the back of the Caddy we drove to the Pizza Palace. I gave each boy five dollars worth of tokens for the video games as we waited for our pizzas to cook. For you that have not experienced ten year old eating machines lately I will warn you to keep your fingers well away from the food. Within minutes of their arriving five large mushroom and onion pizzas with double cheese were gone. Each boy had eaten a large salad and had made at least two trips to the soda machine to refill their twenty four ounce cups. I was going to have some live wires between dinner and bedtime—if I could get them to go to bed.

    Earl came to the boys's room with Logan at his side. Tiger ran to the side of his big brother and reached out his arms. EJ bent down and picked the youngster up. "Look at my new clothes and I got a neato bike and new shoes and I got a helmet and knee guards and…" EJ tickled the little guy's ribs which brought squeals of delight from his little lungs.
    "How do you like it in here with Kardal?" EJ asked him.
    "It's so kewl. Kardal is my boyfriend like you and Lolo." EJ hurriedly placed his hand over Tiger's mouth, but the cat was out of the bag
     I grabbed Logan and pulled him close. I have watched Logan very closely since he has come to live with the family. He has never appeared to have any serious love interest and that concerned me. He likes to play around. There are several unattached boys in the dorm that like to love the one that they are with for an hour or two. Some of them like to cuddle and sleep with a boy, but they go their own way the next morning.
    Logan seemed to fit into that category. My sources told me each time that he slept with another boy and I had often hoped that he could find someone to love. I knew that he and EJ had been sleeping in the same bed during our vacation to Camp Christopher. I didn't know that it was permanent.
    Logan showed me his ring. It was a large man's ring that almost covered his ring finger's first joint. It was white gold with the initials, EJ, in large block letters. He took hold of EJ's hand and showed me that he wore a similar ring with, LOLO, in the same large block letters. The boys were going steady. What really surprised me was EJ's statement that he had never known true fulfillment until his LOLO broke him in. He giggled as he kissed his fifteen year old boyfriend and told me that LOLO really knew how to give him a pony ride. Logan smiled and told us that EJ was the one to ride.
    EJ looked at me with a serious look on his face. He wanted a pin. I asked him if he wanted Logan to join us. I was pleased to fulfill the requests of both boys all night long. Logan is a very sweet tasting boy. He has filled out since that day in the mountain rescue cabin when he was only thirteen years old. His manhood has taken on a real man's size while maintaining his sexy boy taste and smell.
    I did not mind having the two boys spend the night with me. My Core man was up to his tonsils in his books trying to make up for the two weeks that he had missed at college because of our trip to the mountains. He couldn't study in the house so he stayed with Sagi each night. We missed each other, but neither of us suffered. I really think that Cory is a bisexual. Sure, both of us love our wives and we make love to them quite often. If it were not for the wonderful person that Ugitsiha is I would not be with her. Cory actually seeks time to be with Sagi. Oh, young love. How beautiful it is.
    I had a whole school full of boys that anxiously waited for the opportunity to spend as much time with me as they could. I had never been with EJ, but I had fond memories of snuggling next to Logan in a cabin covered in the snow of an avalanche. I looked forward to locking my door and ravishing their young bodies.
    We headed straight to bed shortly after dinner. Many of the boys watched us go out of the dinning room together. The longing looks on their faces told me where their minds were. Surprisingly none of the boys made any lewd sounds or said anything untoward, they just watched us leave the room.
    EJ was a little nervous once he actually saw me standing up. I wasn't as anxious to do him as I was to have the time in bed with both he and Logan. Logan was eager to have me ravish his esophagus. I suggested that, as a warm up, the two of us tickle each other's tonsils and let EJ join in where he saw an entry.
    Once Logan took up his place on top of me I had the opportunity to give him a real appraisal. I have often said that exercise will strengthen muscles. His love muscle showed that he had been exercising it…often. He is fifteen and still smaller in stature than some of the other boys his age, but not where it counts for leches like me. He had passed the six inch mark in length and his girth was a mouth filling five and three quarters of an inch of wonderful uncut boi cock.
    I took his cock deep inside my mouth as I played my hands across his glutes and lower back. He moaned and fed me all of himself as he buried his nose firmly between my balls. He was short stroking the head of my cock deep in his throat as he ground his groin into my face. I pulled all of him into me and buried my nose in his perineum. I pulled him in so tight that I had a good sight and smell of his anus. It had been worked, but it still had the tight look of a young teen. I had to have a taste. I pushed him upward and lowered him onto my tongue. EJ moaned softly. I couldn't leave him out. I took his cock in my hand and pulled it slowly.
    EJ crawled over to straddle my head. His large balls looked as if they were full of young juice begging to be released. I moved between Logan's dining room and EJ's cock to clean all of the dripping offering that he had. I laved EJ's balls. He moved forward to give me better access which put him directly in line for his boyfriend's eagerly awaiting hole. I stuck a finger into EJ's hole and got the reaction that I had hoped for, he impaled Logan in one quick plunge.
    The entry made Logan come off a load that barely made it into my hungry mouth. I nursed Logan slowly as EJ fell into a rhythm that brought the boy back to life. EJ was cock and loaded. He barely lasted three minutes before his back arched and he pushed his, almost, eight inches deep inside Logan. Logan responded with another sweet tasting load.
    EJ rolled aside to recover. I moved in to felch his ejaculate from Logan then I turned my attention to EJ. I laved his entire groin as my fingers spread his rectal opening for the grand entry. He was bucking into my face and I knew that his time was close. I had maneuvered into so that I had his legs over my shoulders and his ass high on my thighs. I raked my three finger assault over his prostate and opened wide to receive all that he had to give to me.
    Before he could recover I had my cock deep inside of his ass. I pulled Logan to me so that we could shotgun his boyfriend's ball batter which put him with his ass wide open over EJ's mouth. EJ didn't hesitate. He was giving his LOLO the rimming of his young life while I was in a deep tongue wrestle with him. EJ was responding to my actions. I pushed LOLO's head down to catch the first discharge. He returned to my face so that we could share the latest ejected contents of EJ's prostate.
    Logan was giving signs of his impending release. I lifted him and guided his cock into EJ"s mouth. All three of us reached the next climax at the same time. Both boys fell back, I was primed and ready. I worked through another load which washed EJ's colon deep inside.
    A little tit mouse got in with somebody and put a bug in their ear—maybe their butt—that the construction on top of the mountain was complete. The county and the state came down hard on me and demanded that they be allowed to inspect the new work and if it had indeed been constructed without the proper permits then they would see to it that every stick was torn down. They would bring their bulldozers up the mountain to do the job themselves since I had shown them that I was not a man of honor that could be trusted to wait for the proper permits to do the job correctly.
    I seethed, I rolled up my sleeves to expose my Aces. I demanded a trial by jury. That could not be done, this was a civil matter, not a matter for the courts. I filed suit in Superior court and filed for an injunction against any actions from the state or the county until a court could hear my evidence.
    The county was complacent. They felt that theirs was the right course and were willing to let a court decide. The state has not dealt with me on this level before so they tried to settle the matter by simply allowing me to tear down all new construction on the ranch, to include the airstrip.
    A judge granted me a cease and desist order against any further contact by the state office of planning and permits. I was surprised at the level of animosity. I know that the state is seriously strapped for money and has tried to raise funds from many shady endeavors. I was not going to provide them with a new source of income.
    I managed to stretch out the entire incident until April of 2010. The state had tried to bully their way through the main gates with a convoy of inspectors during the time that my boys were visiting from Europe.. The FI security agents on the gate held them at bay until a Federal Marshall arrived with yet another cease and desist order.
    An unmarked helicopter tried to sneak over the mountain from the north. Three heavily armed FI helicopters escorted the trespasser from the area. I looked over the pictures that Andy had acquired of the trespasser and saw four men with cameras on a helicopter that had infrared and long range, high definition, cameras mounted on the belly of their ship. Two of the passengers were state employees with the department of planning and permits.
    Another was an aide for the current governor herself and the fourth was a well known reporter from the largest Phoenix newspaper who is widely known as a hatchet man for the Phoenix political machine. He digs up dirt, lies or truth, it makes no difference, on anyone that gets at cross purposes to that machine.
    I had photographic proof of their trespass, taken from three different angles, so I filed charges against all four in Pinal County court. Sheriff Joe would have to serve that arrest warrant. I knew that he would find a way out of it so I watched him closely. He knew when not to play ball on the machine's court and he served the arrest warrants. The four trespassers were taken into lockup just before sundown.
    By sheriff Joe's own rules the four men were issued pink underwear and assigned bed space in his world famous tent city. The four were arraigned early the next morning and made their bail. It has never been understood what happened to the night court arraignment. Funny how that works sometimes. Oh well, the men received a lesson in humility and fear as they spent the night separated from each other in tents filled with illegal aliens and drug addicts, a few accused rapists, and a head case or two.
    The FAA censored the pilot and fined him severely for violating a no fly zone. The area is plainly marked as such on all flight paths over the state. I do have some clout left. I also had more clout than they were prepared for when I moved to impound the trespassing helicopter.
    Something was troubling me. I lay in bed tossing from side to side early one evening in mid-March. Cory was spending the evening with Sagi and his babies at their new house which was almost ready for them to move into. Cory had learned that day that Sagi was expecting another little Indian in November of 2011. I looked at the beside clock, it was only a little past eight. When these moments come upon me I like to take a walk. I don't follow my running path through the green belts around the neighborhood, but choose to walk down the hill to the south and to a large city park that sits there.
    My mind was in a turmoil. I felt as if I was experiencing a premonition of a boy in trouble. In my mind I could see his small body curled up on the ground still wet from a light shower earlier in the evening. As I walked slowly trying to focus my thoughts I heard his soft sobs. When I heard it again I realized that I actually did hear something. I followed the sound to a group of bushes near the side of the park then I heard it again. It was definitely the sound of a person in trouble.
    I leaned forward and bent down to spread the thick branches of greenery aside. Laying curled up in a fetal position was a small boy covered by damp newspapers. I spread the brush wide and stepped toward the boy then picked him up in my arms and lifted him to my chest. I slowly backed out of his personal briar patch so as not to allow the branches to swing back and harm my young charge.
    I carried a cold and shivering boy to a picnic table and set him down upon it. His eyes rolled from side to side as his mouth opened, "Please papí, I don't want to do that to you. It's nasty and I don't like the taste." His words made sense, but he was in a state of delirium. I spoke into my transmitter, "Papa, code orange. I need transport for two code ten my twenty. Papa out."
    Next I called Dr. Tip at his home, it was just across the street. He was up and dressed. I asked him to come to the park at once. I only took time to tell him that I had boy in distress. Within seconds I saw Dr. Tip run from the front door of his house then I saw the flashing red and blues on a FIS SUV as it turned off of the road and drove across the grass of the park directly toward me.
    When the vehicle stopped Astin quickly got out and opened the right hand back door for me. Dr. Tip came to me and began to check the boy out. "He is in shock. We need to lay him down and get him warm" I nodded to Astin, he ran around to the other side of the SUV and climbed into the back seat then reached across to assist me with getting the delirious boy. into the seat and getting him strapped in securely. Dr. Tip wanted to sit by the boy to monitor his vital signs, I took the front seat. I told Astin to take me home, quickly. Astin had retrieved an emergency packaged thermal blanket which he passed to Dr. Tip.
    I used my cell phone to drop the front gate so that Astin could pull close to the front door. I got out of the SUV and dashed to the door to place my left fuck finger against the touch sensitive key pad. I also placed my left pinky on a hidden pad on the underside of the key pad and both doors opened to admit us.
    I turned back to the SUV, but Astin had the boy in his arms and was slowly moving my way. I led the way to the downstairs northwest corner guest room and turned on the lights. I threw the covers of the bed back just as Astin arrived with his young cargo. Dr. Tip and I immediately set about removing the boy's wet clothing. We each took a foot to remove the shoes that were throughly soaked through. I had to handle the sock of his left foot carefully because it was actually dripping water. I looked at Tip to see the sock in his hand was the same.
    Luke and Ģerâld had been to a movie then they in the kitchen fixing themselves eggs and coffee. They had watched us enter the house as Astin carried our little waif— noun: anything found by chance that is without an owner; a person without home or friends; esp., a homeless child; a stray animal—to the guestroom. Ģer did a fast appraisal and found us two large plastic bags. He arrived with the bags as Tip and I were trying to find a place for wet shoes and dripping socks. The socks quickly found a home in the first bag followed closely by the discarded shoes.
    I popped the buttons on the size twelve Levis as Tip lifted the boy's butt for easy removal. The little derelict was freeballing. The five of us in the room let out a collective gasp at the enormity of what we saw standing, er, ahh, actually it was laying, at attention across a nearly hairless groin.
    We were looking at the body of a boy of about twelve with a very thick cut cock stretching a good seven inches as it pointed its head directly at a tight little inny bellybutton. Tip said that the boy's vital signs were stable and that he wanted to get the boy warmed up.
    I asked Luke and Ģer if they would go to my room and fill the hot tub. I gave them a numerical code to open the door, I will change that code later. I looked at the Doctor, "Eighty degrees to start then slowly bring the temperature up?" He nodded and told me that would be his recommendation. I picked up the limp rag of a boy and carried him up the stairs to my room.
    The boy stirred and opened his eyes. He looked directly at me and sat upright. He reached out his arms to me and said, " Babbo. You came back for me. Ti voglio bene, babbo." I let him into my arms, He wrapped himself around me and kept repeating, "Ti amo, Ti amo."
    "That's Italian, dad. He is saying that he loves you and he is calling you father."
    "Would someone go ask Edmund to come up here." About fifteen minutes later Edmund came in wearing deep red silk pajamas and white furry house slippers. Luke had filled him in on the boy.
    He opened a dialog with, "Ciao, mi chiamo Edmund Farraci."
    The boy smiled and held out his hand. My name is Ivon Gwenaël—yew tree; holy, or reversed, Holy Yew tree. My father left two years ago and my mother married a slob…" He began to cry.
    I looked at the clock, it was nine thirty. f/bYn—Gynigeyona makes an evening snack of hot pizza for the boys in the dorm. I picked Ivon up and carried him downstairs just as Cory came in and got himself a cup of coffee. Gynigeyona came up from the recreation room with twenty hot pies for the boys in both granite house and my house. Roddy shouted out, "PIZZA" to the top of his lungs. I get so tickled that I almost fell over a chair. The sound of doors opening and closing, followed by the pitty patter of the naked feet of hot and cold running boys echoed through the house. I looked at Cory and told him that my life long dream is a reality.
    Someone shouted through the tunnel from granite house that there was hot pizza in the main kitchen and boys ran from everywhere to get a slice of the pie while it was still hot. Somebody asked where the pepperoni was and I told them that this is Indian pizza, made with real squirrel's guts and fish tails. Some of the boys backed off. Gynigeyona told them, "Eat paleface, or me scalp you and make new pillow from your hair." Many of the newer boys begin to eat while the older boys enjoyed a laugh. I heard someone ask if they should call βφτ house. Another voice answered that they are old enough to order in and that they can get real pepperoni.
    All of the boys were looking at Ivon so I introduced him. He told them that he preferred to be called Ivan. He said that sounded more like an American name. Of course some of the boys went into a Russian accent and began to call him comrade until they saw tears on the little man's face. I can always count on Salman to come to the rescue. "We're just teasing at you. You need to get use to it because all this boys is just mean though. Is anybody really meat at you to tell me and I will kick their balls."
    That brought a smile to Ivan's face. He turned to his pizza and took a good sized bite. Roddy came over with a cold Coke and passed it to Ivan, "You want ice and a glass for that?" Ivan looked around at the other boys drinking directly from their cans of soda and told him no. He turned up the can and took a long drink than sat his can down. He opened his mouth and let a burp that rivaled any burp from anyone else in the room. Of course that started a burping contest.
    Logan turned up a can of soda and drank it down then began to recite the alphabet in guttural gas. He was the only one, of about seven that tried. He made it all of the way through the alphabet without stopping. I don't know if that would be breath control or burp control, but it got him a room full of praises.
    The boys settled down and Roddy put his arms around Ivan. He held him close. Ivan was edgy at first then he saw other boys coupled together. Everyone was looking at him, they wanted to know about him and who he was. He held out his left hand to me and drew me closer to himself. "This man looks just like my babbo with light colored hair. My rents were split up and my mom has this fat pig living in my house. My father came to see me and that porco bastardo di merda beat my father up and drove him away. I ain't seen him for over two years."
    "I've seen you before. We've seen you riding your bike near the park," Ita said as he indicated Kerem. "You live two doors down the street from Joulson."
    "Ya got me, stranger," Ivan laughed. "We rid our bikes together once time." I sat back more comfortable with the boy being amongst his friends. I looked at Tip, he knows the boy as a child in his neighborhood. He quietly told me that the boy is being abused, but that he had no proof of that. He can't do anything on a suspicion. There have never been any outward signs of physical abuse.
    We just sat there and listened, hoping that Ivan would tell us more about his household. I had told nobody about his statement when I picked him up from inside his brushy hide away. I hoped that he was only having a bad dream, but a boy of his age doesn't dream about those sort of happenings. Some of the boys were kissing. Ivan turned his face into Roddy's shoulder and began to shake.
    "Does it bother you to see these boys kissing each other?" I asked him.
    "That porco makes me kiss him and rub his stiffie then he makes me suck his twisted penis." The dam broke and the tears flowed. I let him cry until he began to shake then I took him from Roddy and placed him in my lap. His arms went around my neck and he sobbed into my shoulder, "You wouldn't never make me do that, babbo." It was time to take the little guy to bed and a more private place to talk. In fact it was late and time for all of the boys to be in bed. I shooed them away and led Ivan from the room. He asked for Roddy to go with him. I learned that he and Roddy ride their bikes together quite often and that he had told Roddy about the abuse that he was receiving. He had sworn Roddy to secrecy on the matter. I will have to talk to all of the boys about some secrets that they know of.
    Once in the guest room Roddy looked at Ivan. "Look dude, we got no secrets in this house. My daddy is a good man and he will take care of you. You have to tell him what you have been telling me."
    Ivan told his story very quickly. I had Turner bring me new clothes for Ivan along with a light jacket before I led him out to my Caddy. I talked quietly to Ivan as we sat alone in the front seats of the SUV. Five minutes passed before the dispatcher told me that all was ready. I pulled out of the garage and drove down the street to Ivan's home.
    I stood aside as Ivan knocked on the door. A very obese man wearing only a pair of old, yellowed briefs opened the door. He grabbed for Ivan. "What ya doing here. Decided that you want to suck my dick after all. Well get to it queer."
    I stepped into his line of sight. "Luigi Scarpiao, you are under arrest for child molestation." I grabbed his wrist and attached my handcuff before I spun him around to attach a cuff to the other wrist. I turned him over to the two uniformed officers that were standing behind me. As they read him his rights Ivan's mother stepped into the doorway. She was sporting a serious black eye and had an icepack in her left hand.
    "What are you doing here you little queer? Can't find any boys to suck tonight? I told you to get out of my life and to never return. I don't need you around here. The only reason that you haven't joined your old man is because Louie likes the way that you suck his dick. I won't do that shit, but you like it, don't you queer?"
    I placed her under arrest and waited until a female officer could arrive on the scene. The woman was so drunk that her mouth came unhinged. I warned her several time to not say anything else without an attorney present. I told her that our entire conversation was being recorded by my office. She sneered at me. "You think that you got it all together don't you, cop? Well me and Louie know how to fix you. This little queer has ruined my life. I told Louie the night that we threw his father off of the mountain that we should kill the kid too. Louie likes to have his dick sucked. It is so crooked that he can't even fuck me right. He likes young boys so I let this one live."
    I was relieved when the female officer arrived and took the drunken bitch away. I later learned that she never quit talking. She gave the complete details of how she and Luigi had taken Ivan's father to Windy Point and threw him off the cliff. They had driven his car up the mountain and it parked across the road. The police had no evidence of foul play and had written the death up as a suicide. His loving wife had told the police how she had asked for a divorce and the man left in a despondent mood.

    The junior, junior, junior prosecutor sat down after five hours of presenting the case to a jury of eight men, tried and true. Well there was one woman and one cross dresser, but we didn't hold that against him. I sat at the defense table with Bull as we watched his young protegeé wet himself with his first case. Bud has assisted Bull many times, this time he was on his own. I had to promise him a GPP, win, lose, or draw. He cleared his desk then stood. He cleared his throat then addressed the court. "You honor, I would like to enter into evidence the following document."
    The prosecution objected. They had no disclosure of a document. The judge asked what the document covered. Our young attorney said it was an official decree issued by a Joint session of Congress in August of 2007. The judge allowed it.
    The court's clerk marked it into evidence and a copy was passed to the prosecutor's table. The prosecutor objected. The judge asked him on what grounds. He said that the decree did not apply in the current case. The judge asked him how the jury was to know that until it had been read into the trail record. The prosecutor asked for a mistrial. The judge asked him on what grounds. Failure to disclose. The judge told him that he would take it under advisement, he directed the defense to read the document into the trial record.
    In a loud and clear voice Bud began, "By order of the Joint Congress of the United States the person known as Christopher Stevens Dickson is hereby granted full and unconditional pardon for any and all crimes, real or unreal, past, present and future.
    "The Bradford Academy of Gay Boys, its board of directors and its shareholders are pardoned of any purported wrong doing and officially recognized as a school for misused and cast off boys, inclusive-no girls allowed-
    "The fŗĩęñďş Çłųß and all of its holdings and members are recognized by the Joint Congress of the United States to be a nonprofit organization for the aiding, feeding, and educating of discarded youth. Special land grants and usage have been provided for the building of shelters and schools for needy youth, without regards to race, gender, religion, or orientation."
    "Ladies and Gentleman of the jury, the property known as "Camp Christopher, retreat for boys" its titles and deeds are wholly held by the fŗĩęñďş Çłųß." He waved the decree over his head and with a great flair of theatrics then summed up by stating, "Camp Christopher, retreat for boys" is within compliance of this document.
    "It is a school with classrooms and housing for sixteen hundred youth. There is a retreat on top of a virgin mountain that can also house six hundred youth."
    The prosecutor tried to cross examine the defense attorney. The judge ruled him out of order. I gave Bull the high sign. He directed his protegeé to call me as a witness to answer the prosecutor's questions.
    Bud called me, I was sworn in, then Bud yielded to the prosecutor with the right to cross examine me. The prosecutor dove directly for my juggler, "Did you not defy a directive to hold off on all construction until a survey team could asses the site."
    "I did not."
    "Is it not true that you went ahead with your construction project on top of this…how did your attorney put it? oh yes, on top of this virgin mountain? It is no longer virgin is it? Your objection at the time was that you would not allow a roadway to be cut granting access to your proposed construction site."
    "There was no roadway cut into the mountain."
    "Am I to believe that you constructed the five buildings that you applied for permits for without a road to allow heavy equipment access to the site? Highly unlikely."
    "Are you doubting my veracity, sir?"
    "If you are asking me if I am calling you a liar then the answer is an unqualified yes."
    "I object!" Bud caught that one.
    "Sustained," the judge said. "Sir, this is not the place for such remarks. I direct the jury to disregard the prosecutor's remarks."
    "He is a liar."
    "I find you in contempt, sir," the judge almost came out of his seat. I was proud of the judge. He is one of the few honest men that sit upon the benches of our great nation. I was as unknown to him as he was to me. I only knew him as a tough jurist with one of the highest conviction rates in the county. I had no fear in my heart.
    "Please enlighten us as to how you constructed five buildings on a mountain top, Sir Chris," he almost spit my name out. He had been warned by his own office before the jury was selected not to use my title. They felt that it would hurt their case if a juror might remember my name with the title.
    "Are you sure that the construction has been completed?"
    "I have a report here that shows that five new buildings were erected on that site between the fifteenth of September and the fifteenth of December."
    "Quick work for fourteen weeks. What is your source of this knowledge?"
    "I don't have to reveal my sources to you."
    "Did your source report that there was a roadway to the site?"
    "They walked in from the north and did not see anything. That proves nothing. Your honor, please instruct the witness to answer my question."
    The judge looked at me, "Please answer the question, sir."
    I looked at Bull, I was tired of bantering with this jack ass. It was drawing on toward lunchtime. I had been watching the jury and I did not want to drag this out for their sake. "I will tell you exactly what I have done. I fully intended to comply with the laws of my state by applying for permits. Unreasonable demands were brought about by the state and the state tried to compel the county to apply those same demands.
    "The county saw the error in such a demand and tried to present me with the needed permits, the state threatened monetary sanctions against the county. I explained that I had thirteen hundred and fifty boys coming to Arizona for their annual winter retreat. I informed the state that their visit would commence in mid-December. That did not deter the state in moving to apply further ridiculous demands.
    "I had one small patch of the mountain cleared which we now use as a soccer and football field. I brought in a fleet of helicopters to ferry in the heavy equipment with specially equipped tires to prevent damage to the fragile forest up there then those helicopters ferried in lumber and building equipment. Actually the work was completed by the first of October, only three weeks. Your spies must have missed the first outing of my boys the first week of October."
    "Helicopters, thirteen hundred and fifty boys. I guess they missed their little annual outing."
    "Actually no. I usually fly the boys from my schools here and in New York to Europe for the Christmas holidays. This year I was able to bring all of the boys from my European schools to Arizona. They had a wonderful time in the Arizona sun, the weather was perfect."
    "Listen to you. 'I fly my boys from my schools in New York and here to Europe.' To stay where, in tents there also? Where did you find thirteen hundred and fifty boys? Were they all fags? Let me ask you why there is no record of thirteen hundred and fifty foreign nationals entering the United States, and in particular Arizona? Why is there no record with INS of these illegal alien youth running wild in the forests of this state? Answer me that."
    "Sir, I tire of you. I will clarify this for the jury before I tell you what you can do with this whole sham of yours. I own six schools outright. One, the parent school, in New York. One here, one in Nice, France, one in Paris France. One in Germany, one in Greece, and one in England. I am CEO of two boy's schools in California. One school in Midland, Texas. Two schools in Russia, one in St. Petersburg and one in Moscow. The total enrollment at this date is just over two thousand boys.
    "I am in negotiations for schools in Brazil and Israel. They are seeking me. If you will reread the first paragraph of the document that Bud read to the court you will find that all of my schools are for cast off and rejected boys. It even states-no girls allowed. That paragraph also extends to me a blanket pardon granted by a joint session of Congress for all crimes, past, present, and future. I can spit in your face and never be prosecuted for it. I bid you a good day." I rose from the stand and left the building.
    Bull met me at the top of the bank building where there is a very exclusive club. He told me that the judge dismissed the case and fined the prosecutor five hundred dollars for contempt of court. I was willing to let bygones be bygones and forget the rest. Bull thought that was a great idea, he bought filet mignons with steamed baby vegetables and a very respectable aged sour mash that relaxed my soul. I looked at Bud, "Excellent work, my friend. I have an apartment on the twenty first floor, would you care to spend the afternoon?"
    Bud lay on my arm as we watched the afternoon news at four o'clock. Our prosecutor friend bought himself more trouble than he will ever get out of. "A millionaire faggot from this city has placed himself above the laws and flaunted those laws in the face of you, the people. I will bring him to justice before the next election or my name isn't ______ "You fill in the blank. I have a few of my own names for him. By the time that the next elections roll around in November he will be selling used cigarette butts from a tin cup on the corner.

    The final day of the court proceedings also brought news of Luigi 'Louie' Scarpiao. Luigi had been in hiding from his parole officer. He had served six years of a ten year sentence for sexual conduct with a sixteen year old boy. He had not reported to his parole officer in nineteen months. The parole officer had more cases than he should have had and he never got around to actively seeking out Luigi.
    Luigi was immediately remanded to prison to finish his sentence while awaiting trial on the new charges of sex with Ivan. An investigation was set forth on his involvement in the death of Ivan's father, but no charges had yet been filed. Luigi was placed into the general population at the old prison block in Florence, AZ. He was in the midst of murderers and rapists yet no special attention was given to him.
    One afternoon he met with an old friend of mine. You may remember Slick. The last time that I had seen him he was a man mountain. He was doing life in prison for the second degree murder of his boyfriend. Slick learned that his boyfriend had AIDS and that he had passed the key to the disease along to him. Slick lay on top of his boyfriend and suffocated the life out of the man.
    AIDS took hold of Slick quickly. he was tried and convicted of the crime within seven months. He set his new address as the AZDOT—Arizona Department Of Correction—and began to waste away. He was quickly diagnosed as HIV+ and moved to a hospital wing. Within a year he had lost most of his excess weight and diagnosed as having full blown AIDS.
    I had run a background check on Luigi. He had a long history of molesting boys. He received his crooked dick from a sixteen year old boy that he had sucked off the previous night. At school the next day the boy victim told his friends about the incident. One of his the boys that listened to him had also been victimized by the noodle sucker. The most recent victim wanted to make his mark on Luigi. In the locker room at school several boys surrounded Luigi and his conquest from the night before took a sharp knife and tried to cut Luigi's dick off.
    The boys were all expelled from school with the knife wielding boy being charged with armed assault. He spent the rest of his teenage years in juvy. He graduated to a life of crime and was in the same prison with Luigi when he first came into the system. He went to his landlord to report that a child molester was on the yard. Over the next few weeks more men reported to their landlords of their molestation by the man. It was decided that Luigi needed to die. However, it was also decided that it should be a fierce death and that the actual executioner should have to be able to get away with his crime. The brotherhood waited for the perfect time.
    Luigi had been beaten down by someone on the yard. He was sent to the hospital ward to recover. On the fatal afternoon Luigi entered the communal shower, Slick was there already. Slick was always a smooth talker He and two other men convinced Luigi that he should get a good fucking. Slick entered the man and began to do his thing. He did a reach around, but he wanted more stimulation. Someone passed him a very sharp ceramic butcher knife. He had Luigi's cock in his left hand and he placed the knife under porco's balls and drew it slowly from left to right, completely severing the physical bond between Luigi and his manhood.
    Luigi's death throws were very intense. He was yelling as his body convulsed from another unfinished orgasm and his imminent death. The action caused Slick's heart to stop and he fell dead on top of Luigi's lifeless body. The guard near the shower area was assisting another guard as they broke up a fight on the run. When he checked the showers he found the two bodies, they were still joined together. The state simply closed the books on both men's files.

    An uncanny event occurred, one could almost say that it was supernatural. RD, Cory, Steven, Mike, and Roddy all had a dream. It was the same dream. They came to me to tell me of the realism of their visions. I looked at them and described exactly what they had seen, I had experienced the identical dream.
    The boys ran to find Craig. Craig is a very accomplished artist with many types of media, pen and ink, colored chalk, plain pencil drawings, as well as paint on canvass. He listens well and can sketch out anything that a person takes the time to describe in detail to him. Quickly a painting began to take shape that was hauntingly lovely.
    A gigantic Quemela rose up from the forest and towered over the mountains. She placed her hands before her face and gently blew dozens of dried leaves across the mountain forest. Where the leaves landed a new group of teepees rose from the ground along the banks of a river.

    My sons and I went to the sauna in the tunnel between granite house and my house. Cory and Roddy blessed the sauna to cleanse it of any unwanted spirits. Steven and Mike had their bags of dried foliage from the forests surrounding our common homeland in Oklahoma. The six of us took a hot shower in silence then we entered the 160 sauna.
    I had often feared the placement of a two foot tall by one foot square container that sat in the middle of the room. Boys are known for their rough housing and I was afraid that someone would knock the heated container full of four inch rocks over and cause someone to be injured. On that occasion I was glad that it was there.
    Steven produced a four inch stone mortar and a well used wooden pestle. Mike crumbled various leaves from his bag into the mortar while Cory and Roddy chanted along with Steven. When the leaves were crushed a dipper of water was added to the bowl and then its contents were poured over the hot stones. Instantly the steamy air of the room was filled with a, now familiar to me, aroma of soothing herbs and spices.
    RD and I had both learned the chant that the other boys were using. We chanted along as Cory led out with a request to our Heavenly Father to reveal the meaning of the dream to us. All of us suddenly grabbed for the hand of the one to our right and our bodies stiffened. I felt as if I were being taken to a different place as the sauna went totally dark. I was being drawn into a light a far way off. Roddy gripped my right hand and moved against me. Cory pulled in closer to my left side. I could see that everyone had tightened the circle as the sensation of traveling at great speed increased.
    All sensations of movement ceased and we were together in our circle as we sat in a green glade surrounded by mountain forests. Quemela ran through the glade followed by four children of ages varying between four and seven. The oldest child was a boy that looked identical to me in my childhood. Next to him was a girl of about six she was carrying a baby of less than a year in age on her hip. The youngest of the children were a boy and a girl that appeared to be twins of around four years in age.
    A loud report came from overhead. All of us looked up at a magnificent eagle circling over the glade. A familiar voice spoke inside of my head. @*w—Quemela—is the mother of a great new tribe with OUi ahKWTdsf Oui—Woha'li ahlawitdisgi—eagle flyer—as her mate. Many nations will unite and become strong by the seed of ahKWTdsf Oui—RD. As his father and brothers you are to hold him up and guide him and his young family along the trails through the earth. He will grow stronger and become a great leader.
    We were sitting around the hot rocks in the middle of the sauna room floor when the door opened and two of the boys from granite house entered. They took seats on the wooden benches along the wall and stared at us as Cory led us in a chant. We rose from the floor and sat on the benches by ourselves as our minds worked over the common vision that we had shared.

    One of the greatest pleasures in my life is shopping with my sons. On one trip I was helping RD line up his trousseau. He hates for me to call his tailor made tuxedo and accessories a trousseau, that is the name of the woman's dress and all of the accessories that she has. I just waved a pinky at him and siod, "Yeth…" he gets so mad that the steam can almost be seen coming out of his ears, Roddy gets a big laugh out of it.
    Roddy is growing very fast and he can now speak gooder. He can now pronounce Rs and no longer talks in baby talk. I am proud of him, but I really will miss the little boy. I guess that I should count my blessings though. I had the little black fox for almost three years. I now have two more little boys growing up that I intend to dote on and savor every moment of their young lives.
    Sure I have the little ones that I brought home from Europe, but that is not quite the same as having your own son, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. I love Khalid, Hamal, and Kardal. I make it a point to spend time with them every day that I am home. I get down on the floor and play with them. I let them crawl all over me as they play their silly little boy games. That is fun to me and something that I never want to miss. I look forward to having that same type of play with Cory Stevens and Cullen James.
    Quemela and RD had decided on a very large church wedding, all in white. I sat down with them as we discussed the tradition behind white in a wedding. I looked them in the eye and told them that they were not pure. Pam took my hand and said to me, "Dad, RD is the most honorable gentlemen that I have ever met. I insisted that we have sex for the first time in my bed at Sagi's house in Oklahoma. He insisted on using protection, that really made me love him. He has never shown me anything but respect.
    "It has been RD that has kept our romance pure. He told me the other night that he won't even have sex with the boys in the house because he is saving himself for me. We have talked about that a lot, dad. I don't think that RD is all that gay. I think that he only does that stuff to prevent blue balls." That brought a big laugh from both of my sons and me.
    "Honey, where did you hear that term?" RD asked her.
    "I get around, I'm not dumb."
    RD grabbed her and held her as he assured her that he has never thought that she was dumb. He was just caught off guard with her use of that phrase. She asked if she said it right; he hugged her and told her that what she said was absolutely the right term to use. He took on a pouty look as he stared into her eyes, "I do get so worked up when I am with you. I want to make love to you more than anything in the world. But I want to wait until we are married and then we can make love the right way. I believe that if I can conquer my lusts then our marriage will be that much more solid and pure. Pure enough for both of us to wear white."
    I smiled, they had me convinced. I called my tailors in New York and told them that my son was getting married and that we wanted the very finest tuxedo that they could make for him, all white. There was a pause so I added that even the cummerbund was to be white as well as a white bow tie. Both men were on the phone as they bantered back and forth over the materials that they had. I told them that the groom would be at my apartments in New York to make his selection and would stay for them to work with him to make the tux fit like a custom made set of clothing that they are famous for. That got me a gishy thank you.
    I asked them if perhaps they made wedding gowns. They gished again as they told me that they were widely known for their very expensive gowns. They were fishing, but I let it slide and kept quiet until they made the next move. They told me that their sister was well known for the gowns that she produced. Suddenly I remembered being in their shop one time as three high school girls were choosing fabrics for their prom gowns.
    I was sold. Next I had to sell my wife and Sagi on the idea of having a six thousand dollar gown made in New York. Quemela was the easy one to sell on that when I told her that she would have to go with RD to New York for the fittings and that could take as long a two weeks or more.
    Andy had business in Manhattan that would take him two weeks to complete. I bummed a ride for my two kids from him in exchange for a place to stay. I let him have one of the two bedroom suites. I don't figure that Kyle will use the other bedroom, but because of his age we always make it appear on the up and up.
    FI has a hangar at La Guardia and there is a helicopter there to shuttled our people over to the island. My hotel has put in a helipad so Andy and his co-travelers did not have to face the time consuming drive. Since I own most of the floor there is no need for my quests to check in. However I always suggest a courtesy call to the front desk to inform them that an apartment will be occupied. That always brings a bell man with a fruit basket or other similar gift.
    I had called my New York hotel and advised them of Andy's visit and of RD's visit. I told them of RD's upcoming marriage and the reason for their trip to New York. That got the kids very special treatment. Instead of a plain fruit basket they received a variety of cheese and crackers to go with it. An FI driver transported the young couple around town in a black limousine. After their sittings with the tailors they took in the sights of the town. Pam made all of the chick shops and she made sure that RD had a new wardrobe of the latest male fashions for himself.     The junior, junior, junior prosecutor sat down after five hours of presenting the case to a jury of eight men, tried and true. Well there was one woman and one cross dresser, but we didn't hold that against him. I sat at the defense table with Bull as we watched his young protegeé wet himself with his first case. Bud has assisted Bull many times, this time he was on his own. I had to promise him a GPP, win, lose, or draw. He cleared his desk then stood. He cleared his throat then addressed the court. "You honor, I would like to enter into evidence the following document."
    The prosecution objected. They had no disclosure of a document. The judge asked what the document covered. Our young attorney said it was an official decree issued by a Joint session of Congress in August of 2007. The judge allowed it.
    The court's clerk marked it into evidence and a copy was passed to the prosecutor's table. The prosecutor objected. The judge asked him on what grounds. He said that the decree did not apply in the current case. The judge asked him how the jury was to know that until it had been read into the trail record. The prosecutor asked for a mistrial. The judge asked him on what grounds. Failure to disclose. The judge told him that he would take it under advisement, he directed the defense to read the document into the trial record.
    In a loud and clear voice Bud began, "By order of the Joint Congress of the United States the person known as Christopher Stevens Dickson is hereby granted full and unconditional pardon for any and all crimes, real or unreal, past, present and future.
    "The Bradford Academy of Gay Boys, its board of directors and its shareholders are pardoned of any purported wrong doing and officially recognized as a school for misused and cast off boys, inclusive-no girls allowed-
    "The fŗĩęñďş Çłųß and all of its holdings and members are recognized by the Joint Congress of the United States to be a nonprofit organization for the aiding, feeding, and educating of discarded youth. Special land grants and usage have been provided for the building of shelters and schools for needy youth, without regards to race, gender, religion, or orientation."
    "Ladies and Gentleman of the jury, the property known as "Camp Christopher, retreat for boys" its titles and deeds are wholly held by the fŗĩęñďş Çłųß." He waved the decree over his head and with a great flair of theatrics then summed up by stating, "Camp Christopher, retreat for boys" is within compliance of this document.
    "It is a school with classrooms and housing for sixteen hundred youth. There is a retreat on top of a virgin mountain that can also house six hundred youth."
    The prosecutor tried to cross examine the defense attorney. The judge ruled him out of order. I gave Bull the high sign. He directed his protegeé to call me as a witness to answer the prosecutor's questions.
    Bud called me, I was sworn in, then Bud yielded to the prosecutor with the right to cross examine me. The prosecutor dove directly for my juggler, "Did you not defy a directive to hold off on all construction until a survey team could asses the site."
    "I did not."
    "Is it not true that you went ahead with your construction project on top of this…how did your attorney put it? oh yes, on top of this virgin mountain? It is no longer virgin is it? Your objection at the time was that you would not allow a roadway to be cut granting access to your proposed construction site."
    "There was no roadway cut into the mountain."
    "Am I to believe that you constructed the five buildings that you applied for permits for without a road to allow heavy equipment access to the site? Highly unlikely."
    "Are you doubting my veracity, sir?"
    "If you are asking me if I am calling you a liar then the answer is an unqualified yes."
    "I object!" Bud caught that one.
    "Sustained," the judge said. "Sir, this is not the place for such remarks. I direct the jury to disregard the prosecutor's remarks."
    "He is a liar."
    "I find you in contempt, sir," the judge almost came out of his seat. I was proud of the judge. He is one of the few honest men that sit upon the benches of our great nation. I was as unknown to him as he was to me. I only knew him as a tough jurist with one of the highest conviction rates in the county. I had no fear in my heart.
    "Please enlighten us as to how you constructed five buildings on a mountain top, Sir Chris," he almost spit my name out. He had been warned by his own office before the jury was selected not to use my title. They felt that it would hurt their case if a juror might remember my name with the title.
    "Are you sure that the construction has been completed?"
    "I have a report here that shows that five new buildings were erected on that site between the fifteenth of September and the fifteenth of December."
    "Quick work for fourteen weeks. What is your source of this knowledge?"
    "I don't have to reveal my sources to you."
    "Did your source report that there was a roadway to the site?"
    "They walked in from the north and did not see anything. That proves nothing. Your honor, please instruct the witness to answer my question."
    The judge looked at me, "Please answer the question, sir."
    I looked at Bull, I was tired of bantering with this jack ass. It was drawing on toward lunchtime. I had been watching the jury and I did not want to drag this out for their sake. "I will tell you exactly what I have done. I fully intended to comply with the laws of my state by applying for permits. Unreasonable demands were brought about by the state and the state tried to compel the county to apply those same demands.
    "The county saw the error in such a demand and tried to present me with the needed permits, the state threatened monetary sanctions against the county. I explained that I had thirteen hundred and fifty boys coming to Arizona for their annual winter retreat. I informed the state that their visit would commence in mid-December. That did not deter the state in moving to apply further ridiculous demands.
    "I had one small patch of the mountain cleared which we now use as a soccer and football field. I brought in a fleet of helicopters to ferry in the heavy equipment with specially equipped tires to prevent damage to the fragile forest up there then those helicopters ferried in lumber and building equipment. Actually the work was completed by the first of October, only three weeks. Your spies must have missed the first outing of my boys the first week of October."
    "Helicopters, thirteen hundred and fifty boys. I guess they missed their little annual outing."
    "Actually no. I usually fly the boys from my schools here and in New York to Europe for the Christmas holidays. This year I was able to bring all of the boys from my European schools to Arizona. They had a wonderful time in the Arizona sun, the weather was perfect."
    "Listen to you. 'I fly my boys from my schools in New York and here to Europe.' To stay where, in tents there also? Where did you find thirteen hundred and fifty boys? Were they all fags? Let me ask you why there is no record of thirteen hundred and fifty foreign nationals entering the United States, and in particular Arizona? Why is there no record with INS of these illegal alien youth running wild in the forests of this state? Answer me that."
    "Sir, I tire of you. I will clarify this for the jury before I tell you what you can do with this whole sham of yours. I own six schools outright. One, the parent school, in New York. One here, one in Nice, France, one in Paris France. One in Germany, one in Greece, and one in England. I am CEO of two boy's schools in California. One school in Midland, Texas. Two schools in Russia, one in St. Petersburg and one in Moscow. The total enrollment at this date is just over two thousand boys.
    "I am in negotiations for schools in Brazil and Israel. They are seeking me. If you will reread the first paragraph of the document that Bud read to the court you will find that all of my schools are for cast off and rejected boys. It even states-no girls allowed. That paragraph also extends to me a blanket pardon granted by a joint session of Congress for all crimes, past, present, and future. I can spit in your face and never be prosecuted for it. I bid you a good day." I rose from the stand and left the building.
    Bull met me at the top of the bank building where there is a very exclusive club. He told me that the judge dismissed the case and fined the prosecutor five hundred dollars for contempt of court. I was willing to let bygones be bygones and forget the rest. Bull thought that was a great idea, he bought filet mignons with steamed baby vegetables and a very respectable aged sour mash that relaxed my soul. I looked at Bud, "Excellent work, my friend. I have an apartment on the twenty first floor, would you care to spend the afternoon?"
    Bud lay on my arm as we watched the afternoon news at four o'clock. Our prosecutor friend bought himself more trouble than he will ever get out of. "A millionaire faggot from this city has placed himself above the laws and flaunted those laws in the face of you, the people. I will bring him to justice before the next election or my name isn't ______ "You fill in the blank. I have a few of my own names for him. By the time that the next elections roll around in November he will be selling used cigarette butts from a tin cup on the corner.
    The final day of the court proceedings also brought news of Luigi 'Louie' Scarpiao. Luigi had been in hiding from his parole officer. He had served six years of a ten year sentence for sexual conduct with a sixteen year old boy. He had not reported to his parole officer in nineteen months. The parole officer had more cases than he should have had and he never got around to actively seeking out Luigi.
    Luigi was immediately remanded to prison to finish his sentence while awaiting trial on the new charges of sex with Ivan. An investigation was set forth on his involvement in the death of Ivan's father, but no charges had yet been filed. Luigi was placed into the general population at the old prison block in Florence, AZ. He was in the midst of murderers and rapists yet no special attention was given to him.
    One afternoon he met with an old friend of mine. You may remember Slick. The last time that I had seen him he was a man mountain. He was doing life in prison for the second degree murder of his boyfriend. Slick learned that his boyfriend had AIDS and that he had passed the key to the disease along to him. Slick lay on top of his boyfriend and suffocated the life out of the man.
    AIDS took hold of Slick quickly. he was tried and convicted of the crime within seven months. He set his new address as the AZDOT—Arizona Department Of Correction—and began to waste away. He was quickly diagnosed as HIV+ and moved to a hospital wing. Within a year he had lost most of his excess weight and diagnosed as having full blown AIDS.
    I had run a background check on Luigi. He had a long history of molesting boys. He received his crooked dick from a sixteen year old boy that he had sucked off the previous night. At school the next day the boy victim told his friends about the incident. One of his the boys that listened to him had also been victimized by the noodle sucker. The most recent victim wanted to make his mark on Luigi. In the locker room at school several boys surrounded Luigi and his conquest from the night before took a sharp knife and tried to cut Luigi's dick off.
    The boys were all expelled from school with the knife wielding boy being charged with armed assault. He spent the rest of his teenage years in juvy. He graduated to a life of crime and was in the same prison with Luigi when he first came into the system. He went to his landlord to report that a child molester was on the yard. Over the next few weeks more men reported to their landlords of their molestation by the man. It was decided that Luigi needed to die. However, it was also decided that it should be a fierce death and that the actual executioner should have to be able to get away with his crime. The brotherhood waited for the perfect time.
    Luigi had been beaten down by someone on the yard. He was sent to the hospital ward to recover. On the fatal afternoon Luigi entered the communal shower, Slick was there already. Slick was always a smooth talker He and two other men convinced Luigi that he should get a good fucking. Slick entered the man and began to do his thing. He did a reach around, but he wanted more stimulation. Someone passed him a very sharp ceramic butcher knife. He had Luigi's cock in his left hand and he placed the knife under porco's balls and drew it slowly from left to right, completely severing the physical bond between Luigi and his manhood.
    Luigi's death throws were very intense. He was yelling as his body convulsed from another unfinished orgasm and his imminent death. The action caused Slick's heart to stop and he fell dead on top of Luigi's lifeless body. The guard near the shower area was assisting another guard as they broke up a fight on the run. When he checked the showers he found the two bodies, they were still joined together. The state simply closed the books on both men's files.
    An uncanny event occurred, one could almost say that it was supernatural. RD, Cory, Steven, Mike, and Roddy all had a dream. It was the same dream. They came to me to tell me of the realism of their visions. I looked at them and described exactly what they had seen, I had experienced the identical dream.
    The boys ran to find Craig. Craig is a very accomplished artist with many types of media, pen and ink, colored chalk, plain pencil drawings, as well as paint on canvass. He listens well and can sketch out anything that a person takes the time to describe in detail to him. Quickly a painting began to take shape that was hauntingly lovely.
    A gigantic Quemela rose up from the forest and towered over the mountains. She placed her hands before her face and gently blew dozens of dried leaves across the mountain forest. Where the leaves landed a new group of teepees rose from the ground along the banks of a river.

    My sons and I went to the sauna in the tunnel between granite house and my house. Cory and Roddy blessed the sauna to cleanse it of any unwanted spirits. Steven and Mike had their bags of dried foliage from the forests surrounding our common homeland in Oklahoma. The six of us took a hot shower in silence then we entered the 160 sauna.
    I had often feared the placement of a two foot tall by one foot square container that sat in the middle of the room. Boys are known for their rough housing and I was afraid that someone would knock the heated container full of four inch rocks over and cause someone to be injured. On that occasion I was glad that it was there.
    Steven produced a four inch stone mortar and a well used wooden pestle. Mike crumbled various leaves from his bag into the mortar while Cory and Roddy chanted along with Steven. When the leaves were crushed a dipper of water was added to the bowl and then its contents were poured over the hot stones. Instantly the steamy air of the room was filled with a, now familiar to me, aroma of soothing herbs and spices.
    RD and I had both learned the chant that the other boys were using. We chanted along as Cory led out with a request to our Heavenly Father to reveal the meaning of the dream to us. All of us suddenly grabbed for the hand of the one to our right and our bodies stiffened. I felt as if I were being taken to a different place as the sauna went totally dark. I was being drawn into a light a far way off. Roddy gripped my right hand and moved against me. Cory pulled in closer to my left side. I could see that everyone had tightened the circle as the sensation of traveling at great speed increased.
    All sensations of movement ceased and we were together in our circle as we sat in a green glade surrounded by mountain forests. Quemela ran through the glade followed by four children of ages varying between four and seven. The oldest child was a boy that looked identical to me in my childhood. Next to him was a girl of about six she was carrying a baby of less than a year in age on her hip. The youngest of the children were a boy and a girl that appeared to be twins of around four years in age.
    A loud report came from overhead. All of us looked up at a magnificent eagle circling over the glade. A familiar voice spoke inside of my head. @*w—Quemela—is the mother of a great new tribe with OUi ahKWTdsf Oui—Woha'li ahlawitdisgi—eagle flyer—as her mate. Many nations will unite and become strong by the seed of ahKWTdsf Oui—RD. As his father and brothers you are to hold him up and guide him and his young family along the trails through the earth. He will grow stronger and become a great leader.
    We were sitting around the hot rocks in the middle of the sauna room floor when the door opened and two of the boys from granite house entered. They took seats on the wooden benches along the wall and stared at us as Cory led us in a chant. We rose from the floor and sat on the benches by ourselves as our minds worked over the common vision that we had shared.
    One of the greatest pleasures in my life is shopping with my sons. On one trip I was helping RD line up his trousseau. He hates for me to call his tailor made tuxedo and accessories a trousseau, that is the name of the woman's dress and all of the accessories that she has. I just waved a pinky at him and siod, "Yeth…" he gets so mad that the steam can almost be seen coming out of his ears, Roddy gets a big laugh out of it.
    Roddy is growing very fast and he can now speak gooder. He can now pronounce Rs and no longer talks in baby talk. I am proud of him, but I really will miss the little boy. I guess that I should count my blessings though. I had the little black fox for almost three years. I now have two more little boys growing up that I intend to dote on and savor every moment of their young lives.
    Sure I have the little ones that I brought home from Europe, but that is not quite the same as having your own son, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. I love Khalid, Hamal, and Kardal. I make it a point to spend time with them every day that I am home. I get down on the floor and play with them. I let them crawl all over me as they play their silly little boy games. That is fun to me and something that I never want to miss. I look forward to having that same type of play with Cory Stevens and Cullen James.
    Quemela and RD had decided on a very large church wedding, all in white. I sat down with them as we discussed the tradition behind white in a wedding. I looked them in the eye and told them that they were not pure. Pam took my hand and said to me, "Dad, RD is the most honorable gentlemen that I have ever met. I insisted that we have sex for the first time in my bed at Sagi's house in Oklahoma. He insisted on using protection, that really made me love him. He has never shown me anything but respect.
    "It has been RD that has kept our romance pure. He told me the other night that he won't even have sex with the boys in the house because he is saving himself for me. We have talked about that a lot, dad. I don't think that RD is all that gay. I think that he only does that stuff to prevent blue balls." That brought a big laugh from both of my sons and me.
    "Honey, where did you hear that term?" RD asked her.
    "I get around, I'm not dumb."
    RD grabbed her and held her as he assured her that he has never thought that she was dumb. He was just caught off guard with her use of that phrase. She asked if she said it right; he hugged her and told her that what she said was absolutely the right term to use. He took on a pouty look as he stared into her eyes, "I do get so worked up when I am with you. I want to make love to you more than anything in the world. But I want to wait until we are married and then we can make love the right way. I believe that if I can conquer my lusts then our marriage will be that much more solid and pure. Pure enough for both of us to wear white."
    I smiled, they had me convinced. I called my tailors in New York and told them that my son was getting married and that we wanted the very finest tuxedo that they could make for him, all white. There was a pause so I added that even the cummerbund was to be white as well as a white bow tie. Both men were on the phone as they bantered back and forth over the materials that they had. I told them that the groom would be at my apartments in New York to make his selection and would stay for them to work with him to make the tux fit like a custom made set of clothing that they are famous for. That got me a gishy thank you.
    I asked them if perhaps they made wedding gowns. They gished again as they told me that they were widely known for their very expensive gowns. They were fishing, but I let it slide and kept quiet until they made the next move. They told me that their sister was well known for the gowns that she produced. Suddenly I remembered being in their shop one time as three high school girls were choosing fabrics for their prom gowns.
    I was sold. Next I had to sell my wife and Sagi on the idea of having a six thousand dollar gown made in New York. Quemela was the easy one to sell on that when I told her that she would have to go with RD to New York for the fittings and that could take as long a two weeks or more.
    Andy had business in Manhattan that would take him two weeks to complete. I bummed a ride for my two kids from him in exchange for a place to stay. I let him have one of the two bedroom suites. I don't figure that Kyle will use the other bedroom, but because of his age we always make it appear on the up and up.
    FI has a hangar at La Guardia and there is a helicopter there to shuttled our people over to the island. My hotel has put in a helipad so Andy and his co-travelers did not have to face the time consuming drive. Since I own most of the floor there is no need for my quests to check in. However I always suggest a courtesy call to the front desk to inform them that an apartment will be occupied. That always brings a bell man with a fruit basket or other similar gift.
    I had called my New York hotel and advised them of Andy's visit and of RD's visit. I told them of RD's upcoming marriage and the reason for their trip to New York. That got the kids very special treatment. Instead of a plain fruit basket they received a variety of cheese and crackers to go with it. An FI driver transported the young couple around town in a black limousine. After their sittings with the tailors they took in the sights of the town. Pam made all of the chick shops and she made sure that RD had a new wardrobe of the latest male fashions for himself.

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