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Our special thanks and accolades to tim the story guy and his terrific series What A GasWhat
a Gas.
We have enjoyed visiting with Mitch Gordon and the kids of his house in
the last two chapters.
We will wind up our holiday
visit to California and these special kids with the first seven paragraphs below.
Our hope is that every young 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 difference from society's norm.
Tuesday morning, the eighteenth, found us gathering for breakfast at Mitch's house. His
head cook, George, looked as if he were ready to run for the hills. He served up a great spread for
all of us but it was more work than I think he was ready for. He was probably ready to quit
private work and go back to his restaurant where he had help with large crowds all day. He did
come and have coffee with us and he and Mitch bantered back and forth like two of the kids. I thank you for your encouraging words, boys, do you want more? SNIFOC Many often mistake me for one who takes criticism well.
School had not let out for Mitch's kids yet so they loaded up to leave for their day of
brain stuffing. As soon as they cleared the house we set to work. Mitch and Melanie Holton,
Mitch's house counselor, occupied the handful of children not in school for one reason or
another. Murph pulled in with a pickup truck that he had borrowed from Gordo. In the back was
a nine foot, extra full, Christmas tree. My boys had the boxes of decorations from Mitch, and
extra sets that we had brought, set around the common room of the big house.
An hour later we had the most beautiful tree I could remember seeing in a very long time.
Around the bottom were piles of packages and five bicycles. The boys had purchased what the
others had told them they really wanted. Most of the gifts were frivolous, but that's what
Christmas is about. We made a very concerted effort to have three presents for each child in
Mitch's house. He had gifts for them too as did his staff. Each gift was placed in a stack for its
intended recipient with the name tags coded so that only Santa himself would know to whom
they belonged.
We stood looking at the tree and what it represented. Cory summed it up for all of us, "I
wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch their faces as they open their gifts, but the real joy of
giving comes from doing it without the chance of reciprocation. If we were here they would want
to thank us instead of getting into them and enjoying them. But I would like to hear the little ones
squeal when they see their heart's desire sitting before them with their name on it." He had to get
a hug for that bit of wisdom.
Our next step involved invading the kid's private space. We carefully entered each room
and hung garland and decorations along whichever wall that we could find that had enough room
on it. Everyone was extra careful not to disturb anything belonging to the kids and to protect and
respect the privacy of the room as much as they would expect their own to be respected. We had
the hallways decked with boughs of holly and tra la la la laaed ourselves back to the dinning
room for sandwiches and cold drinks before our trip to the school for the grudge match.
I have to say that as a game Lacrosse is something I would not go out of my way to ever
see again. That is with one exception, there were some sweet, tight assed boys on that field. Jason
is cute as hell and I consider Mitch very lucky to have him. They are monogamous but I would
love to get my face into those tight little buns. Valencia Hills Academy won with a wide margin.
They beat their challengers much worse than they had during the regular season play. The real
score of the game came up to nine thousand dollars that had been raised for the women and
children's shelter that Mitch's kids wanted to help. For me and mine, our time had been well
spent.
We bid adieu to the kids. We had talked about it and were anxious to get home and
prepare our own Christmas. Rush hour Tuesday afternoon is stupid time for an out of towner
with a fifty one foot long RV followed by a forty five foot long RV to try to get out of town. We
spent more time on the L.A. freeway system then we did on the open road once we were free of
the congestion. We pulled into Tucson a little after two in the morning.
Our trip to California had been fun and productive and I had two new members of my
ever growing family. Each of my boys were individuals with his own thoughts, problems and
desires. I love each and everyone as if he were the only person in the world.
I love surprises for my family. Bags and clothes littered the living room as a bee-line was
made to a new doorway where the fireplace had stood a year before. I had to loose four feet of
my garage space to move the six new stackable washing machines forward. That was not really a
problem. The long van that the boys used for their school transportation fit there nicely. I had the
jeep and my 'vette moved to the underground garage but left my baby, the 442, parked in front of
the big Caddy SUV. I still hadn't been able to let that beast go and now with gasoline prices
steadily climbing since Katrina it was all but impossible to get a good price for him.
Traveler had been relegated to a spot along side of the new garage, being too tall too fit
inside, while Traveler Too occupied the old bay. I had two extra long bays that could hold two
Traveler Toos, each, under construction on the bit of land under the cliff along the back of the
house. A stair way would lead from the pool area to a tennis court on the roof of that garage. I
silently thanked Charley for having the foresight to plant the row of cypress trees along the
southern property line. They were now tall enough and thick enough to almost hide the new
construction from the neighbors and any complaints they had about the type of construction
down there. I had threatened them with building apartments for my boys down there. They
conceded to the garage. My primary concern had been hiding the beauty of the sheer cliff on
which my house is built. I had the garage set back into what had once been the natural wash,
draining the mountainside above my property. This wash had been diverted decades earlier by
developers of the area and I was in little to no danger of water getting into the garage. I choose a
driveway into the new structure that was supposed to resemble laid stones to blend with the
surrounding land features. I hope it looks as good on the ground as it did in the pictures shown to
me.
The new stairway from the living room ended at a large landing then a turn and one more
step down into what had been set up for the storage and closet area for the dorm room. A wall
had been erected along that storage area to form a hallway between it and the panic room leading
into the dorm room. At the far end of the room was a staircase leading up to a small landing with
a heavy door leading out to the pool deck. I had almost decided to tear out the three cabanas and
make more bedrooms but everybody enjoys taking a friend into the cabana for some private
frolicking out of sight of the other swimmers. The doorway from the rumpus room was now a
solid wall, keeping the goings on in there away from my family's private area. The one problem I
was having was that I am out of room. The next addition will have to be up and zoning will not
allow that.
With the fifty by twenty five foot dorm room I could have space for ten boys to have a ten
foot by ten foot area for himself and a five foot wide isle up the middle. The bath room had been
set up with this number in mind with ten shower heads, ten toilets and ten lavatory sinks. The one
major problem that Eric pointed out quickly was that there were no windows and no fresh air if
the power went off. He said that Christopher could not stay down there because one of farts
would kill everybody in his sleep. He got major praises for his assessment. Christopher was a bit
embarrassed.
I told the boys that there were large battery operated ventilation fans along with
emergency lighting that would kick on instantly should a power failure occur. They wanted to
know who would get to live down there. I told them that they would have to decide that for
themselves. I reminded them that eight boys had already asked for the honor and they would have
the right to first chance.
The high holiday in a youngster's life was only days, no hours, away. I wanted every boy
to have something very special, just for himself. I had thirty five boys to sit down with and very
little precious time to put my plan into action. Jimmy, Christopher, Trevor, and Alec were easy.
Everything they needed was here in town. I started with the hard part.
Tim and Jerry got a late night visit from me. We sat in their private little bungalow and
drank coffee as I felt them out. Readers, listen to me. I'll say it again. I felt them out not up.
Everything in life is not sex. Most of it is but not everything. I already knew in my heart what
their answer was going to be but after all parents aren't the only people in a boy's life.
"Dad, my grandmother is a bigger bigot than my father ever was. She totally nagged my
grandfather to death. To see her would only be inviting doom and gloom into my inanely happy
life. No, I don't want to go home to see anybody," Jerry was emphatic with his answer.
"I never knew my extended family, really. I mean, like yeah they'd come around for a
beer or a free meal but I never felt love, from any of them. My cousins were all fat slobs who
picked their noses and ate shit. I just don't want to remember that part of my life, dad. I love it
here. I love you. I love Jerry and all of my brothers. I know that every boy in that house would
give his life to save mine, if the time came for that. That bunch of backwater scum in
Alabama...let them do whatever they do. They don't remember me anyway." Tim was on the
edge of tears. He had deep regrets but he has made his bed, so to speak.
"I bet they do remember you, and they will for a long time. It is hard to forget twenty five
full one minute spots on TV showing your interview along with your wedding pictures while
kissing each other like two fags in heat in front of the cameras. I'm willing to bet that there are
many copies of the full page newspaper pictures of your wedding in that area. Some for puppy
training, some for bird cage bottoms. Some for dart practice, and I'll bet that there are some for
keep sakes. You had people down there who loved you. How about the two boys from the
swamp. Tim, they loved you or they wouldn't have been there to help you.
"I understand not wanting to go back there. I really do. But don't you ever think that you
passed through life as a boy down there and didn't touch someone's heart along the way. How
about Ms. Myrtle, she loved both of you so much that she not only put her life on the line to hide
you, she gave you her van and cash to get away from there."
"Yeah, Christmas day she will get a big bunch of roses and we got into one of those
"Cake a Month" clubs. She will get a different flavored cake every month for the next five years.
I can just see her face now." Jerry was smiling but he had tears glistening along the bottoms of
his eyes. I have such wonderful, and thoughtful boys.
Les and Lance were my next stop. I needn't have bothered but theirs was a resounding,
"No fucking way!" Onward and forward I go. There are only thirty one more.
That is not accurate. I had to ask but of course my response from my younger New York
boys was one of blank, open mouthed stares. They knew of no extended family. The only people
they ever saw were business associates of the people who had held them captive. That hurt me.
True, they did not belong to those people but they certainly weren't captive. At least in the exact
meaning of the word. Ah well, they would be going back soon enough. The trials would be
taking place at the end of January.
Brad and Jay attacked me. They loved my idea. We called and talked to Ric to arrange
things. The boys did want to be with the family here on Christmas morning. Ric understood that.
He was hurt, I could hear it over the phone but he would be all too glad to have the boys home
for New Years. It was settled and reservations were made. However, I asked for one concession. I
wanted this kept quiet because I had a very special Christmas gift for one boy in my house. I told
them that as we sat around unwrapping gifts on Christmas eve they could tell the family that they
would be gone for a week.
Mike and Cory stared at each other. Mike began to cry and that settled it. The two of them
would go see their mothers for a few days between Christmas and New Years. I made some
serious agreements with some of my kinsman that they would protect the boys and if his
stepfather, Revers, even looked cross eyed at Mike I wanted him stopped, at any cost.
My six little guys from Tucson were excited to be able to see their grandparents. They
have been in touch with them and have shared their mighty adventures. Chad took Kyle shopping
with him and his grandmother and told her that he was gay and that Kyle was his boyfriend. The
woman had cried and told him that as things had been in his house she could understand. She
hugged the boys and gave them her blessing.
Evan was going to have lunch with his mother's folks then spend a few days with his
dad's parents. He really did want do see them and he had already decided what each couple
needed for a Christmas gift, besides himself. Mark's grandmother lived with her daughter,
Sandy's younger sister and Mark's aunt. Mark liked going to his aunts house and he really loves
his grandmother. The old woman is a heavy smoker and suffers from emphysema. She pushes an
oxygen bottle around with her so that she can get her breath. The aunt hasn't learned her lesson
because she still smokes.
I had a long heart to heart with Pete. He was in no way going to go see his dad. He had no
idea where the man may be stationed but he had no desire to be confronted by him either. He
enthusiastically agreed to go with each of the boys on their individual visits to assure that the
would meet no harm from anyone wanting to stop their testimony in the upcoming trials. Eddy
looked at me and asked if he could go along with Pete and the boys. He has no one, he is an
orphan who has no idea who his father was nor any knowledge of extended family. Andy ran as
thorough a check as he could. Eddy's mother was an only child and a runaway at eighteen. Her
parents died when Eddy was still in diapers. He needed something to form family memories with.
This visitation might be good for the boy.
Ken had expressed his desire to go to Phoenix for an afternoon to visit his in-laws that
had retired to a suburb of that town. He would take the boys with him. His own parents were
coming over, with his sister, to a big family blow out at Lake Roosevelt January 7, 2006. So they
would be occupied for the entire week.
Jan had been invited to spend the week with his brother Jim and his family. Jeff and Jay
wanted to take Art with them to see their grandparents. All four grandparents were going to have
a big family party for the boys. They felt that they had a lot to make up for by not being there to
protect these little guys for all of those years. Again Pete and Eddy would be with these three
lads.
Cas and Lew had been in regular contact with their folks. They still weren't ready to
reconcile all of the way but in view of the holidays they had agreed to go and see the home that
they had bought for their parents and spend a day or two with them. My heart melted over that
one I can assure you.
Tyler and Turner were going to visit with their dad's sister Christmas afternoon but
would be home the rest of the week.
I wracked my brain as I tried so hard to figure out what to do with my remaining family.
Frank, Toby, Kenny, Jace, Branden, Bryan, sweet little Bryan. He is doing so much better with
his daily shots. He runs to Cas every morning with his kit in hand. He loves to jump in bed
between Cas and Tyler to try to interrupt what ever may be going on. He had taken to letting Cas
clean his little gut out while he nurses Tyler along. I think the boy is cuming along nicely. But my
problem remained. To this list I have to add Les, Lance, with really nothing special going on. I
had to go to bed and let my brain work on this.
I finally put my brain to rest and set down with the whole family Wednesday morning.
Christmas fell on a Monday. If we worked fast we could pull this off. I actually divided the
family into two groups so that I could verify that each boy would be taken care of. I had Pete and
Eddy gather their brood about them. I was not comfortable with Evan, Jay, Jeff, Chad, Mark, and
Kyle being around their families without some sort of protection. Art would be with Jeff and Jay
but I wanted some muscle there as well. Okay, Eddy isn't a lot of muscle but he can use his cell
phone to call the police. I had alerted Captain Shawn Howard of the police department of the
boys' itineraries. These boys are very important to his case against their parents.
Pete, Eddy and Tyler would also watch over Jim, Christopher and Jan, as they visited
with their families. Jim and Christopher would only spend a few hours each day with their
grandmothers and be home evenings. Jan would be with James for the week. I had no worries
about Trevor and Alec being out of town with their father. Pete would have his hands full with
eight fifteen year old boys each evening. Turner and Mike would spend some time with Tyler but
they told me that they would be fine. Sure, a boy alone on Christmas is always fine. I almost
didn't want to leave them. But there is no way that I can risk taking Mike or Derrick back to
California this soon. We still had to wait for court papers to be signed for them to even be with
me as it was.
Jerry, Tim, Gerald, and Luke would need a truck load of patience. They were going to be
watching Eric, Kenny, Frank, Branden, Jace, Bryan, Les, and Lance at the beach house for seven
days. After five or six days with two fourteen year olds, a fifteen year and three sixteen year old
boys I would come home to find that all four eighteen year old guardians had turned gray haired.
I told the family that Cas and Lew were going to spend a few days with their parents but
that they would rejoin the rest at the beach house Friday or Saturday. I told them that Brad and
Jay were going to New York to see their families. Neither boy yet knew that they were going to
be father's around the first of June.
Cory and Mike were going to go to Oklahoma. I let Cory tell the boys that Sarah was
going to have a baby and that the two of them were planning an April wedding. The roof rattled
as I headed under a door frame in case it should collapse.
Toby and Harry were going to Bahrain so that Toby could have a better understanding of
their new sea water reclamation system that was turning the desert green. They didn't spill a
word of our trip to England so that Cullen could spend Boxing day with his parents. Don't even
get it started in your head. I would be with Cullen every step of the way. Flying a crown head
anywhere by commercial airways was tough, but to try and do so incognito was going to be a
nightmare. Besides that his security was still my primary responsibility.
Harry was taking Toby home to introduce him to his parents. I could only pray for this
decision. Harry had told me that he would not live a lie. If he were in love with Toby then he
would be proud of him. To hide him from his own parents would cheapen his feeling for the man
that he had come to adore with all of his heart. I have to support that kind of loyalty. Each
member of the family took the time to kiss and wish well the great couple.
With the following week decided we had very little time to do our Christmas gift giving. I
had individual gifts for the boys which I arranged to have delivered to the beach house where the
travelers would spend Christmas Eve. It was easier to get direct flights out of LAX then PHX.
We wanted to do better than we had the previous year. When Toby popped off with the
idea of giving "all of the bums a bottle of wine," Harry showed his moxy. He hit Toby square in
the mouth, drawing blood. I don't like that kind of action, as much as Toby deserved it. Toby
apologized and swore he was only joking. Even Kenny told him that it was a sick joke and he
didn't ever want to hear that kind of garbage out his big brother's mouth, ever again. The two sat
and hugged each other and cried for awhile. What Toby said was wrong but I had to make a note
to sit down with Harry. Physical violence will destroy a relationship, quickly.
We really couldn't think of anything to top the overcoats and cash. However it had not
been very cold that year. I called the manager of the store where we had bought the coats in 2004.
He had a large selection of mid-weight coats and had hoped that we might come in again. Oh
well, why change horses at this late date? The boys wanted to do this themselves which pleased
me no end, and frustrated the poor tellers at the bank. My branch has two walk up ATMs. Thirty
six boys, each taking out two hundred dollars on his own card soon depleted the machines of
their cash leaving nine of them to go the windows. It was chaotic for a short time then we were
off to the clothier.
The man was ready for us. So was the press. I drove past the store and saw the chaos
created by the TV news trucks and kept on going. I let Harry out to walk back with the
admonition to draw as little attention to himself as possible. I just wanted to deliver our message.
Harry told the manager that we would not be coming into his store any longer. Our giving was
our business and for him to invite the press was just plain wrong. The man was crest fallen but he
brought it upon himself. My concern was of being followed by the press. We waited in a parking
lot across the way where we could watch over our front man.
Harry walked back to us with no one paying him any attention. "Hey, dad," he had never
called me dad before, "what do homeless people need as much as they do a warm safe place to
sleep?" Food was the chorus heard all around We were parked in the lot of a national chain
operation of an all you can eat restaurant. The manager at this particular branch knew me and my
large family. We filed inside and began our task of cleaning out his kitchens for the night. I asked
him to come to our table for some questions.
Three of his girls helped the manager. They delivered to each boy a stack of meal
coupons and had him sign his credit card receipt. Each boy purchased twenty lunch tickets at a
discounted price of six dollars each. The regular price of lunch is six ninety five plus drink and
tax. The boys paid the sales tax the receiver would have to worry about his own drink. Every eye
turned to Toby who was near tears. He had made a super blunder in front of kids. They are not
quick to forgive or forget. He had seated himself next to me. He moved closer and looked me in
the eye. "Dad, I fucked up. I made a smart alec remark that was totally out of line. I don't want
you to get mad at Harry for hitting me. I did wrong in front of the boys and they learned a hard
lesson, even older boys fuck up and have to be punished. Harry never hit me before and he is
broken up about it. I understand and tonight I am going to show that man so much understanding
that no one in the house will be able to sleep." He had a grin a mile wide on his cherub like face.
We were on our way out of the restaurant with super full bellies and pockets full of gift
certificates when Toby stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at me. "Dad, there is
something that the homeless need." I looked where he pointed. Next door to where we were
stood a national shoe chain store where they have a buy one get one at half price sale. As we
stood looking at the store a homeless man walked by pushing a shopping cart with all of his
world's belongings piled high on it. Everyone of us looked at the man's tattered and taped up
shoes. Jim and Cory took off after him and dragged him into the shoe store. I can always count
on those two. I love them to pieces.
On a hunch I sent two of my shy little shrinking violets across the street to a convenience
store. The rest of us moved toward the shoe store. I told the boys that it wasn't large enough for
everyone at once. They split up on their own and entered four at a time. Cory had his man seated
and was removing the rotten shoes from the man's feet. The odor seemed to move through the
entire store like wild fire. Jeff and Mark ran up to me with their purchase. Jim had a pair of
socks to put on the man's feet. I signaled to him to come to me. I opened the sack to show a
small box of Bounce™ dryer sheets. He knew what to do. He went back to his new friend as he
pulled out two thin sheets of the fabric softener. He passed a sheet to Cory, who looked up and
smiled at me. The boys wiped the man's feet and slipped on a pair of socks. They put the used
sheets of fabric softener inside a nice pair of walking shoes then slipped the shoes onto the man's
feet. Two pair of shoes and a package of six pairs of socks came to a total of thirty five dollars
and change.
I talked with the store's manager. The two of us went through the inventory available to
all of the stores nationwide Nothing was available for sale for less than five dollars. I asked him
to get on the telephone and call his corporate headquarters for permission to give cash of less
than five dollars in change on a special forty dollar gift certificate. Twenty minutes later a file
was available for the manager of our store to print out special gift certificates from the Friends'
Club for forty dollars toward shoes and one package of crew socks. No cash returned over five
dollars. I didn't want our name on the certificates as we enjoyed giving anonymously, but that
was the only way that the corporate offices could identify the special coupon They did manage to
put our name into the small print as a concession to me. I bought one hundred coupons.
We still needed something for the women and children's shelters. Food was not their
primary concern. Safety from their provocateur was. We couldn't provide that for them but we
could make them comfortable. We hit a large book store chain and cleaned their shelves of
children's books. I spent some time on the phone as the boys browsed the shelves. We moved to
a large membership store and gathered baby clothes and items to entertain infants and toddlers.
Arm loads of small toys, stuffed animals, cars, dolls and one person games were scooped up.
Kenny and Eric came running to me shaking a cardboard sheet covered with jingle bells. The
other boys saw them loved them at once. We had a beginning.
The first women's shelter that we approached was where we had met Beth and Curtis the
year before. Beth stepped out to great us. She stood and smiled as a tear ran down her face. The
boys had each donned a Santa Cap. They had tied two or three jingle bells to their shoe laces and
had their arms full of toys and books. Beth told us that she had five infants and four toddlers
isolated, with their mothers, for us. Cory, Cullen, and Cas went to see them.
Beth had seven school aged children in a circle. I sent Eric, Kenny, Jim, and Art to them.
The rest of the boys waited outside. Beth wanted to talk to me. She was getting married and
Curtis wanted to live with us. Curtis and the new stepfather did not agree on homosexuality and
Beth was in a quandary over her happiness and her son. I could have told her what she had to
look forward to by marrying a bigot but love is blind and I would have lost her friendship as well
as the chance to help her son. I told her that I had a full holiday schedule. I would like to take the
boy but I didn't know how I could right then. She assured me that she had intended to have him
home with her for Christmas. She wasn't getting married until January the seventh. It was settled,
we would have another boy for the new year.
Books, toys, games and cash spread about as we moved on across town. At the men's
shelters each man was given a shoe coupon and five meal coupons. The pastor of the large shelter
we had visited the year before told me that he had to send several of the men away during the
coldest week of the year because they had used the cash we had given them to buy alcohol. That
depressed us all. This time we gave them non-cash redeemable lunch tickets and with the shoe
coupon having less than five dollars change we hoped that we were covered. We did worry about
two or three pooling their change. As we passed out our pitiful offering we had individual prayer
with each man.
As we loaded back into our convoy of four vehicles we heard Christmas caroling from
somewhere nearby. We moved through the streets until we found a youth group following along
behind a flatbed truck. The truck had a piano along with four other musicians and a drummer
leading thirty or so youngsters down the street. The kids were running door to door collecting
food and cash for their church's holiday outreach. Each person in the choir had their collection
can filled with cash as each boy stuffed a twenty dollar bill into each can. Of course the boys had
to join in the singing so we stayed with the group until after nine. We were invited back to their
church for hot chocolate and hot soup. We accepted.
The church is very youth oriented and has a very large membership of under thirties. We
told them that we were seventh day Sabbath keepers and the room drew suddenly very silent and
very still. A young man stood up and began to praise God in the Highest. This group of kids had
been reading their Bibles and had been convicted of the Sabbath and to forsake all traditions that
they had been taught. They were keeping the Sabbath as they held their decision before the Lord
for confirmation that they were doing His will. We were that confirmation for this small band of
young Christians and we will be joining them on a regular basis for weekly worship.
We burned up the highway again as we left town Saturday morning for California. I left
Pete the key code to my room where the gifts were hidden for the boys remaining at home. They
would have a Christmas Eve party and feast as Eva and Betty would come up. Ken and J. C.
would be there with them as well as Andy and Sean. I so hate to not be together with all of my
family at that time of year but in order to make direct flights, without lay overs and plane changes
it just had to be.
Mitch invited us over for dinner Sunday, Christmas Eve. We were asked if we wanted to
watch his kids open their presents. While this would be so much fun for us I was mixed over it.
We did not want any thanks for our gifts of love. We wanted to give these kids something
special, just for them. As with my boys, they were not with a normal family at this high season.
They deserved something special and we had sought to provide that. Cory told Mitch that we
really appreciated his offer but he explained, quite eloquently I might add, our reasoning for not
wanting to be there at this special time. As a result we had Sunday lunch at Gordo's youth
hangout pigging out on fried foods and sodas.
We knew that the next morning would chaotic so we settled in for a quiet evening as each
boy opened his presents. What the hell was I thinking? I was three hundred miles from home
with sixteen of my sweet boys, my lovers, my life, left behind, alone, without me. Or me without
them. I had twenty wonderful, beautiful, and special specimens of male youth surrounding me yet
I missed the others. I think that all of us missed them on this special night.
We had driven over in both RVs and I had pulled the Caddy behind Traveler letting Cas
try his hand at driving Traveler Too. Now I was surrounded by mountains of wrapping paper and
wondering how the heck I was going to get what had been confined within that paper back to
Tucson. I would have to have a semi-trailer truck follow us home. However it would work out
the boys were happy. They loved their gifts. They loved the one they were with and they showed
me their love.
Cory came to me with a special request. We would be away from each other for a whole
week and he would probably have to do his duty to his wife and surround his quickly expanding
cock with pussy and all of the associated smells that went along with it. His biggest loss would
be the constant supply of deep rectal massages. He asked if he could spend the whole night, alone
in my bed. I think Cullen was a little hurt to be without Cory on this their last night together for a
week but I would make it up to him. Boy would I make it up to him.
Tell me at
fisherman@iname.com
Actually I know the little person that offered the criticism is
dead wrong and not worth the breath to
correct him.