Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 21:46:39 -0500 From: Eff Del Subject: Flights of Angels-Chapter 28 Flights of Angels-Chapter 28 By Eff Del Too many times, we allow our past actions to determine future events. We make the very human mistake of believing that once we have chosen a course of action, we are committed to it even when we discover it to be improper. The truth is; life and time are forgiving. No matter how long you have traveled down the wrong pathway, you can always turn around and go back. I'd been too hasty as I'd lined up the cue ball and instead of potting the six into the side pocket as I should have, the six skidded against the rail and rolled teasingly almost in perfect alignment with the corner pocket. "Ooooh Dad! That was a big mistake." His stunning green eyes flashed merrily at me and he smiled in his most cheeky manner as he bent over the table lining up to sink the ball I should have dropped last turn. With a very audible click, both balls connected and the six ball rolled smartly into the corner pocket. He grinned over his shoulder at me and I leaned in and gave him a smart smack on the ass. He feigned a yelp but then stood up and while nervously winding the chalk at the tip of his cue, he locked me in a gaze. "Dad, I've got enough hours recorded and John says I'm ready so...could I go get my license tomorrow?" The news actually took me by surprise and I took a deep breath and smiled at him. "Jack, that would be wonderful and I certainly don't see why not. Would you mind if I came with you guys?" He broke into a wide grin. "Actually Dad, that would be great; especially if you drove another car. See, I told Amanda that I probably was getting my license and if I did, I was going to take her for a drive." "Oh I see, you need me to drive John back home...so, I'm your taxi guy eh?" "Dad! It's not like that...it's just that I..." I pulled him into me and hugged him tight. "Silly John William Tucker, Of course I understand." I kissed the top of his head and he snuggled in against me. "I don't know about this girl stuff but I sure like Amanda Dad. Trouble is, I'm still pretty confused and I keep our conversation in mind because, the thing is, I kinnda like little Charlie on Sean's soccer team too." I pulled him tight and whispered; "Sounds like a terrible problem to have Jack." He looked up at me and grinned. "Of course, you know that I like you best of all." He kissed me and then turned back to the game. My little Rufus was all business and he left me with three balls on the table. I was down to a half cast by now and I got along pretty well with just a cane. Thanksgiving was just next week and I hoped that no one remembered that my birthday was just about the same time. Thanksgiving was on the 27th and my birthday was the 21st. I was still short of thirty but I felt older than that. A great deal older. ***************** I sat in the library sipping on a glass of cream sherry. While I had not cut out drinking, I'd found that I was certainly altering when and what I was consuming. I was currently enjoying the thick sweet taste of this desert wine with the newest Nate Mentor novel resting on my lap. As much as his writing enthralled me, this evening I'd scarcely turned a page. Instead, every two minutes or so, I found myself glancing at the clock. I certainly hadn't been surprised that Jack had passed his driving test, but now I sat in the library like a nervous Nelly waiting for him to get home. By my reckoning, he was quite overdue and I couldn't suppress a smile as I realized that somehow, I'd become such a `parent' that if the boys weren't being educated privately, I could run for the PTA. "Hi Dad!" He grinned as he walked into the room. I tried to hide my relief and to assume a more dour and authoritative composure as I looked at him. He was glowing with youth and joy and was oblivious of the fact that I'd been concerned that he'd been so long in returning from the DMV. My anxiety vanished in a puff of green eyes and red hair. "Hello Jack. You're later than I expected you to be. Did Amanda enjoy your driving?" "Yeah...yeah she did and I'm sorry I'm late Dad. We stopped up on the ridge and we kind of made out a little...err...we kindda made out a lot. I'm really sorry Dad." "Jack all I'm interested in is that you're unharmed and you're doing things safely. You're not a little boy and you have a lot of experimenting to go through. This life is very different from the one that you grew up in. You've got a lot to learn and to savor. I understand and I fully support you. All that I require is not to have to worry needlessly. I gave you that cell phone so that you could let me know where you were and if you were going to be late...so I don't have to worry. Use your cell phone a bit more if you don't mind." He grinned and turned into me and we hugged tightly. I didn't bother telling him that the truth was; neither he nor Sean would ever again venture off the estate without an accompanying bodyguard of Skuggor. They would be invisible to them, but the boys would be closely watched and protected at all times. I would never again allow the terror of the night of the invasion to happen. I would never again allow the sickening melting feeling of being helpless while someone threatened my sons in any way. "Go show John your new license Jack. He earned it as much as you did I think." I swatted his wonderful ass through the tight black jeans he was wearing and he giggled and gave me a quick kiss before running out of the room. *************************** John, Doc Swaim, Chris, Richard and I sat in lawn chairs up on the rough hill overlooking the soccer pitch. Jack's game was fabulous. I've never understood people who think soccer is boring because the skill displayed by two well-matched teams is usually breathtaking. Other than reading his transcript, I had no idea Jack was so skillful. He darted up and down the field passing the ball, turning the drive, skillfully nicking the ball in the right direction with just a touch of his heel. He only scored one goal personally, but the other two were direct results of his set up. As he plopped down on the hill alongside us, I grasped his shoulder. "Jack! I hadn't realized you were that good. No wonder Coach wanted you so badly! This is going to be a fabulous season for us fans I think." He grinned up at me and snuggled against my leg. I reached into the cooler and snatched a can of beer covered in a clever plastic sleeve that identified it as `diet propsie'. He grinned as I handed it to him. "Wait `til you guys see Sean on a soccer field." He was bursting with enthusiasm as he spoke to our companions. "You think he can tear up a swimming pool? Just wait." I was really looking forward to the match. Coach Cramford had told me only half-jokingly that he was hoping for lightning to strike twice. All of the `seven samurai' were on the same soccer team as well as an additional six boys that I hadn't actually met yet. I wasn't very surprised. The seven of them were extraordinary athletes and kids their age had more or less grown up playing soccer. Coach had the added advantage in that the seven of them were a team in their minds and hearts and that in itself made for a great advantage. Sean had been elected captain of the team, which certainly didn't surprise me. I sipped my beer as he and the captain of the other team gathered in the center of the field with the three officials for the coin toss. The Deer Run team uniforms were dark blue and black...almost as if they'd been chosen to make my little boy look even more stunning. He moved with such confidence; such perfect élan and my heart just thumped with love as I watched him. The other team won the toss and chose to defend the far goal. The teams took their positions and just before the referee blew the whistle for the kick-off I had a moment to reflect that this was almost exactly how my life had changed just short of a year ago. Only today, I was watching it live on not on video. I noted with interest that Coach was playing three forwards; Sean, Rico and little Charlie. The voyeur in me also noted that Rico was wearing his hair much longer than he had during swim season. It suited him. The whistle blew and Rico touched the ball barely moving it one and a half rotations forward. Little Charlie was upon it instantly sending it spinning to Sean waiting on the right who then clipped it neatly straight to the waiting Rico. Their offense was dazzlingly swift and brilliantly coordinated. In what seemed like seconds, Rico had passed the ball cleanly to Charlie who, neat as a pin, feigned a kick and instead passed it to Sean. Sean maneuvered the ball around the last two defenders and knocked it into the goal past an astonished goalie. The spectators on our side went absolutely nuts. I was very impressed. I knew that Sean was a magnificent player but I hadn't known that the other boys; specifically Rico and Charlie were so good. Then, it occurred to me that Rico, coming from a Salvadoran family, might have been raised with soccer as his first sport but Charlie's ball handling took me completely by surprise. He was still very much `little' Charlie being by far the smallest boy on the field. He still looked more like an 11 year old, but just like with his swimming, he possessed speed and agility that you wouldn't expect. His footwork was as good as or better than any player on the pitch with the exception perhaps of Sean and Rico. I mused to myself that the first time I'd seen him naked at our swimming pool; I'd thought to myself that all he needed was pointed ears and insect wings and he'd be a perfect forest elf. With his flashing blue eyes and perpetual impish grin, his skills and competitive drive perfectly complimented Sean and Rico. The coach's choice of these three as forwards suddenly seemed brilliant to me. "Coach has been letting me work with the three of them after regular practice." Jack said as if he'd been reading my mind. "We've got some plays worked out that other teams are going to find hard to handle." "Why did you select those three?" Doc Swaim asked with a twinkle in his eyes. "C-cause...they're the best." Jack blushed bright crimson as only Jack could. Jack had confided to me that while he was developing unfamiliar feelings for this girl `Amanda (whom I had yet to meet), he also was recognizing strong feelings for Charlie and the attraction seemed to have been mutual from the beginning. He'd also shared in the course of the conversation that Sean and Rico seemed very close. I'd suspected that Sean and Rico had a particular fondness for each other for quite some time. This was obviously information that Doc shared as well. The other team launched an aggressive series of attacks that penetrated about three quarters of the way down the pitch before being stopped cold every time by the Deer Run defense. Coach Cramford was so pleased with how well they worked with each other during practice, that he'd nicknamed these seven boys `the Blue Curtain'. They consisted of Mike, Buddy, Bulldog and Matty (the rest of the original `seven samurai' )plus three other boys I'd yet to get to know. Their names were; Chuck, James and Ryan. They were each thirteen and were well made boys of about the same height and build as Mike. Strangely, they were all three tow heads, and from a distance, if I hadn't known otherwise, I might have thought that they were triplets. In goal, was another boy that I had yet to meet. He was also thirteen but noticeably taller than the other boys. From my vantage point, I guessed that he was not considerably shorter than Jack was. He had mahogany brown hair, and a seemingly perpetual grin. While he was yet to be tested in this game, both Jack and Sean had assured me that he was exceptional in the goalie position. His name was Brian but the boys had named him `Spider'. The analogy of a spider and its web and a goalie and his net was not lost on me. About fifteen minutes into the first half, the `Blue Curtain' had again foiled the other team's offense. It was Ryan that sent the ball back into our half of the field. Sean was on it instantly and launched it high into the air up field where Charlie was positioned perfectly. The other team realized that they'd made the mistake of leaving the small boy in a dangerous position and they tried quickly to pull him offside. The ball had already been kicked however, and the Assistant Referee at that end of the field knew his stuff. He did not raise his flag and I noticed he gave the Referee at center field a small hand motion to indicate there was no offside and play should continue. Charlie moved as if he were in a choreographed dance. With a strong leap, he propelled himself into the ball. As it made contact with his shaggy brown hair, he skillfully twisted his head and launched the ball into the net completely on the other side of the dismayed goalie. Fists flying high in the air, the Deer Run Team mobbed the small boy as they ran joyfully towards the center of the field. We on our side were ecstatic. I noticed Jack was particularly overjoyed. Doc Swaim lean over and said in not so subtle a whisper; "Well, they won't take our little elf for granted again will they?" The whistle for the half blew with the score at 2-0 favor of Deer Park. Jack, as an unofficial assistant coach scurried down the hill and joined the team at the sidelines. `Shit!' I muttered to myself. `I hope nobody smells that beer on his breath.' If anyone did, nothing was said, and a few minutes later, we cheered the kick-off for the second half. About ten minutes in, one of the other team, using excellent ball skills drove past the Deer Run defense and kicked towards our goal. One of his teammates and our own Mike ran madly to intercept the ball. Just inside the box, they made contact and the other boy landed flat on his ass and rolled over onto his side. The referee blew his whistle shrilly and pointed to the penalty spot. "Nonsense!" Coach Cramford was screaming. "They were both playing the ball fairly!" He ran out onto the field in fury...a big mistake and one that a coach as experienced as he was should never have made. The yellow card was out of the referee's pocket in a flash and coach had the good sense to shut up and go back to his bench. "That was a perfectly awful call but coach knows better than to go out onto the field." Jack said to no one in particular. A penalty kick is as close as a referee can come to actually giving a team a goal. The goalie must stand in the center of the goal line, with feet on the line and is not allowed to move them until the ball has been kicked. In that instant, he must then guess to which side the kick will be directed and how high. The only restriction placed upon the kicker is that he must wait for the whistle to sound and he may not feign the kick. The odds are overwhelmingly in the favor of the kicker. Now in higher levels of the game, you will see that the goalie will often move at the sound of the whistle and not at the moment of the kick. This is usually an infraction that is overlooked, but in youth soccer, the officials actually take the rules far more literally than they seem to do at the professional level and a goalie that moves before the kick risks that; should he somehow prevent a goal, the kick will simply be taken again. This is a tense time and up on the ridge we were all leaning forward in our chairs... not a one of us even breathing. Tall slim Spider stood on his line his eyes blazing like lasers... studying the kicker. I noticed that the grin never left his face. The boy loved this. The whistle sounded and the kicker launched the ball. He'd either inadvertently telegraphed his intentions or Spider just got lucky but the ball flew to the left side of the goal about mid-body height and Spider moved in the same direction punching it out into the field before the kicker even realized he'd been thwarted We were so excited that it took us a moment to realize Rico; with lightning reflex action, had been first to the ball and he'd launched it towards the other end of the field. Sean was on it like a hawk upon a pigeon. The other team was scrambling to re-group after losing what they were certain was a guaranteed goal. I realized suddenly and obviously much slower than my little son, that Rico had passed the ball while both teams were still on our half of the field so there could be no question of an offside call. Sean had control of the ball far ahead of the opposing defenders. With a smile of pure radiance, Sean sped up field with the ball totally unchallenged and for just a moment, he teased the other goalie with his footwork before he drove the ball into the goal. Chris was on his feet hugging Richard and they were both jumping up and down. Doc Swain was leaning over to Jack slapping him on the shoulder. "Our Sean is as good as you said he was Jack!" "Yeah, but don't forget it was Rico who got to the ball first and set up the goal. That's why Coach calls those three `The Trident'." "What a team!" I mused more to myself than any of my companions. "It's `the Trident', `the Blue Curtain' and the `Spider'... Sean certainly has a knack for getting on teams with clever nicknames...it's going to be some year!" Coach, seeing his large advantage, pulled Sean, Rico and Charlie and put in his three subs whose names I didn't know. It was a fine demonstration of sportsmanship but, while Deer Run didn't score again, the `Blue Curtain' stifled the other team. The game ended 3-0 Deer Run. Jack knelt down by my chair and said quietly; "Dad, if it's OK, I'm going to drive Charlie home. Uhm, OK?" "Certainly Jack. You're a good safe driver just remember you have a phone in case you're going to stop for ice cream or something." Somehow, I thought to myself that it was more likely to be `something' rather than ice cream. Smiling, he scampered off to the locker room. I suspected he was hoping that at least one little brown haired boy was taking a long shower. I motioned Richard over to me. "After Thanksgiving, I want to have a party for these boys and any friends that Jack might want to invite. We'll get together and talk about it when we're flying back from the `Steele Cunt' tomorrow. I'd like to have this whole affair settled before we fly home Richard. Just as Walter would have, he nodded curtly and didn't say a word. ************************************** There were fifteen of them. Two were actually United States Senators and the rest were men of various public positions all of whom had played a significant part in maintaining the financial security of the NEST. They had done this of course in exchange for free favors from the boys. There is after all, no free lunch. While they publically proclaimed their support for this private educational facility for poor young orphans, they were ever more interested in asses than they were in classes. They had been kept naked and cool (not cold) all this time, and were separated from each other except for one meal a day which allowed them to exchange fears. Even the most arrogant and self-assured of them had by now been diminished to a fearful frightened creature...still human but in no way resembling the self-imagined powerful personage that he'd imagined himself to be. After a few days, they'd been informed why they were being held. A few days later, they began to be subjected to the videos...the castrations and the euthanasia. Finally, a few days before our arrival at the `Steel Cunt', they were shown the video of the two men being impaled upon the cones. The lesson was terrifying and they were all almost whimpering as they were led into the grey dark room. I was nothing but a shadow to them and a device in my microphone altered my voice as I addressed the cowering group. "You know by now what your potential fate is. You are the scum of the earth and the lowest of the low. Most of you will soon sit upon your own cones and let gravity be your executioner." A howl of terror and pleading filled the room. "You will be judged individually. Sit down on the floor and you will be summoned as you are required." Each of the individual meetings was the same. I recognized that we needed political support for the NEST and these sleaze bags were well established in that regard. They were offered their freedom and intactness in return for their full and complete support of the government assistance for the NEST and total support for any programs that might later be required. "You don't know who we are" they were told, "We on the other hand know who you are. You were given an injection on the day you were brought here. That injection contained a nano-tracking device that has inserted itself into your brain. You can't go anywhere in the world that we can't find you. If we have to find you, that probably means that we'll kill you." Without exception, these `great men' collapsed and gave their word. We gave them each plausible stories to explain their disappearances in order to save their public face. While I despised them, I also recognized that had I not had Sean in my life, I might have become just as bad as all of them. I'd certainly been a client of the NEST and so as they say; `let he who is without sin cast the first stone.' I was not without sin, but I was certainly casting the stones. One by one they were sent off to remote locations where they could explain to a wondering press about `car accidents, being lost on wilderness hikes, private medical emergencies ...whatever. ******************* I walked down the long corridor with Richard and almost hated having to open the door. The two once haughty men were huddled together in a corner wrapped in a blanket and obviously terrified. After they'd been mounted on the cones, they'd begun screaming in pain. That was what I wanted. We'd left them there for about five excruciating minutes while their pain and terror had been carefully videoed for future use. We then extracted them off the cones. They'd been left naked and cold together ever since. I walked over and helped each one to their feet and guided them to two comfortable chairs that I'd had brought into the room. I gave them a cup of warm soup and a new blanket and urged them to wrap themselves up and be warm. "Your lives will change for the better from now on." I was purposely in the shade but they both knew who I was. "Your pain on the cones was most certainly horrible but without knowing it, you've in many way atoned for the evil that you committed upon all those young boys. I'm not saying that the score is settled, but you'll not need to fear any further retribution from me." They sobbed and sank against each other. "The video of your torture on the cones has become a teaching lesson. Everyone who has seen it believes that you died upon those things. It is in our interest for them to believe that. You both believed you were going to die that horrible death and it was planned that way... however, we are not barbarians. When we kill, we simply kill." A look of terror came over their faces and I could not allow myself to traumatize them further. I tried to smile kindly. "No, there are no plans to kill you. You will never be free again but your lives will not be torture or pain. I'm having you moved to a facility on Private Island. It is a resort for very privileged people. Chang, you'll probably know many of them but you may not acknowledge that fact should you meet them. You will both live out your lives as groundskeepers. It's not heavy work but it is steady, healthy and it is out doors. You'll have your own little cottage and if you are not foolish, you'll live comfortable and perhaps even happy lives in a tropical paradise. I need you both to sign these documents that essentially turns everything you own over to one of our shadow companies. All these funds will then be transferred into protected trusts that will assist in the support of the Academy. Of course, you can refuse and then you can die. Proctor Nick's assets didn't amount to all that much but Chang had been a very wealthy man and the transfer of his fortune would be a significant windfall for the school. As Chang put his signature to the paper, I grasped his wrist. He looked up at me with concern and I got down low glaring into his eyes. "You took the life of a very beloved friend. My first instinct was to leave you on the cone." He gulped visibly and quickly signed the document. It would convert a rather sizeable fortune into my holdings but he was smart enough to know what his own life was worth to him. At my signal, they were both brought clothing and a good meal. They devoured the food as we watched. I thought to myself that anyone who watched the impalement video would think that I was a barbarian and that was the whole idea. I had in fact dealt out death and neutering. Some of each I might have reconsidered now that I'd cooled down from my initial anger. I couldn't change any of that but I could now be merciful and gentle while at the same time controlling my enemies. "I hope that you'll try hard to make the most out of this opportunity...there has been enough blood." Richard led me back down the hall and we boarded the helicopter for the flight home. *********************** "Dad, Dad...I made you lasagna!" Sean was in his very long apron and as cute as anything I'd ever seen. He'd run into my arms with such exuberance that he almost knocked me over. After accepting his hugs and kisses I finally let him back down and he continued; "Mrs. Edwards showed me how, but honest Dad, I made it all by myself. I KNOW you're gonna love it!" I hugged him tightly and wondered to myself how much longer he was going to be this innocent, sweet, wonderful little boy. I swallowed that thought and decided at once that I would enjoy it as long as it lasted. Wrapping him against me with one arm I walked us down the hall to the elevator. Sean was giggling and swinging his legs the entire time. ********************** I really needed a shower and almost at once, I realized that I needed Sean in the shower with me. No music game this time, just flesh upon flesh. We hugged under the hot water jets, just silently enjoying each other. I ran my hand down the wonderful globes of his ass and pulled him close to me. I thought to myself that other than my lost brother Kyle, I'd never loved another human being as much as I loved Sean. I certainly love Jack and he made my heart warm. We'd certainly been intimate...more so than a father and son should ever be...but even Jack didn't stir my heart the way that Sean did. Sean was my savior...he was the one who had turned me from the path of self-destruction. Sean was the one that was sent by heaven to give my life meaning. It was impossible to love anything more than I loved Sean. His `Sean smile' burst over the big fluffy towel I'd wrapped him in and I couldn't control myself as I picked him up and carried him into bed. I slowly unwrapped the towel as if I were opening a present. He was a present; beautifully naked still essentially hairless and very compliant. He smiled up at me and wiggled his little butt on the bed. Sean was always wiggling...it was his nature. His little cock was rock hard and I knew what he wanted. My lips engulfed it instantly. As my hand played over his little body, my hungry mouth worked upon his nail hard little rod. Sean never tried to prolong his pleasure and it was very soon that he was wiggling and thrashing under me. My lips soon smothered his exclamations of pleasure as I kissed my beloved little boy passionately. I held him tightly to me and ran my hands over his sweet smooth body. Silently he extracted himself from my arms and, like a little lizard; slid down between my legs. Without fanfare, he took my rampant cock into his mouth. Sean had become quite proficient at fellatio and his little lips and darting tongue soon had me busking on the bed as I expelled my load into his willing little throat. We cuddled for about a half an hour before he shook me and said; "Come on Dad...we needa shower again and get down for dinner...MY lasagna!" ******************* I was a bit surprised that so many of us were having dinner together tonight. Besides Sean and Jack, Richard, John, Barry, Doc Swaim, Uncle Phil and Chris were seated smiling around the table. Martha and Jenny smilingly presented the salad and the steaming trays of lasagna prepared by the grinning little boy who sat by my side. Once everyone had been served, the table was silent save for the sounds of appreciation as they all ate. >From the first bite, I was astonished and delighted. I leaned over to Sean and gave him a sweet kiss. He returned the affection with a wonderful sauce lined `Sean smile'. "When is Sean planning to open his restaurant?" Chris asked and everyone exclaimed their agreement. As the plates were being taken from the table, I smiled happily and raised my wine glass. "A toast to the chef!" Everyone complied but then Martha rose from the table. "There shouldn't be toasts before the desert and if Sean would help me, it is forthcoming." A few moments later, they both emerged from the kitchen carrying a chocolate cake with one big candle. Everyone in the room rose to their feet and began singing `Happy Birthday'. Sean and Jack were smiling so wide that I thought it might be impossible not to hurt their faces. My idea to ignore my birthday was apparently out the window. ******************* We'd finally withdrawn into the parlor and I'd opened my presents most of which were comical but then, the boys handed me their gift. With a smile I opened it and was suddenly speechless. It was a large photograph of both of them standing before a white background. Wearing matching blue polo shirts and white shorts...it was stunning. "Boys...thank you so much How did you manage to do this?" Sean grinned as he climbed up on my lap. "Dad, you remember that you've got a photo studio right? Well, once we got the idea, Chris knows about takin' pictures and we just did it." I hugged him tightly and decided to tickle his ribs, which set him off into a fit of giggles finally leaving him falling off my lap and onto the floor. As the party was breaking up I put my arm around Martha. "Thank you for loving my boys so much." I kissed her on the cheek. "You ass Eric!" She looked up at me sharply. "How could anyone not love those boys. It's you that's hard to love." Then she smiled and pulled me down for a real kiss. Martha made the entire world all right with just a touch or a gesture...a kiss made it spectacular. ******* I carried my carton of presents down to the elevator and into my room. Setting it down on one of the built in cabinets, I pulled out the photograph and sat at the edge of my bed admiring it. It was breathtaking. Chris had captured both boys perfectly and I felt my eyes misting up as a realized that ultimately, he had trapped a fleeting moment for me; one that was so ephemeral that in mere months they would have changed. The relentless metamorphosis of growing from a boy to a man was taking place within both of them. Obviously it was happening faster with Jack but it was also happening with Sean. The lyrics of an old folk song played vaguely in my head; `Where are you going my little one, little one? Where are you going my baby my own? Turn around and you're small, turn around and you've grown. Turn around and you're a young man going out on your own.' It was life and it was of course natural but still, I sat there feeling maudlin and a little sorry for myself. I hadn't drunk any scotch tonight but I had consumed some wine so I was a little tipsy and as I sat there sniffling quietly my mind wandered as it usually does. `Winter is almost on top of us. Time to get them both to Struthers for a new wardrobe. The shorts they've been wearing don't really indicate how much they've grown. Oh, but I don't want them to have grown too much!' I sniffed so sorrowfully that I barely heard the door open. They walked over to me silently because they could tell I was crying and that of course both confused and troubled them. They noticed that I was holding their photograph on my lap. They sat down on each side of me and Sean ran his little hand from my shoulder down my arm `almost as if he were petting a kitten' I thought to myself. "D-do you like it Dad?" His voice was soft and filled with concern. "We wanted to give you somethin' special an this..." I turned to him, leaned over, and kissed him. "I don't like it sweetheart...I LOVE it. I'm going to hang it on the wall behind my desk in my study so you'll both always be there." I turned in the other direction and kissed Jack in his turn. He smiled and walked across the room returning with another wrapped package. "Actually Dad that is just half of our present. We thought you would like this one as well." I looked at both of them quizzically before opening the wrappings. As the gift was revealed, I felt my heart flip and for a moment, I couldn't breathe because it was so beautiful. It was another photograph; the same large size as the first and framed identically. They were both in front of the same all white background but in this photo they were completely naked, their faces radiantly smiling and their beautiful bodies posed as if they were performing the finale to a Broadway show tune. It was the most wonderful photograph I'd seen since the marvelous picture I'd taken of Sean almost a year ago. I was stunned. "Whose idea was this boys?" I asked, in a voice that was almost a croak. "Really both of ours Dad." Jack answered. "After Chris showed us the ones of us dressed and we'd picked the one we had blown up and framed and gave you downstairs, we decided that just between the three of us, we seem to have at least as much fun naked as we do with our clothes on. You never have made a secret that you like seeing us that way. So, we got undressed and had Chris take a bunch more pictures. After all, it's not like he hasn't seen us naked a bunch of times just like we've seen him." "We chose this one cause we like it best Dad." Sean added "Only thing, I don't know if your gonna' want to hang this one in your study." "No, you're right Sean...not the study...THIS one I'm going to hang in the alcove with all you guys' trophies and medals." He looked at me with a totally startled expression his face. He was so cute that I knew I was going to burst out laughing any second. "D-Dad...really? You're gonna hang our naked picher in the hall with the trophies an..." He suddenly realized I was joking and he burst into a fit of giggles as he threw himself against me and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Boys, these two photographs are the most perfect and thoughtful gifts I think I've ever received. Thank you so much." "You're welcome Dad. Course, we got a third present for you too." He'd let me go and was standing in front of me slowly pulling his polo shirt over his head. I heard a rustle, turned around, and saw that Jack was already pulling his boxer brief down his strong young legs. "For this present though, we're doing the unwrapping." Jack now completely and magnificently naked leaned over and began to undo my shirt buttons. In a matter of moments, they were both pulling my shorts down. With some difficulty, they worked them off my half-cast and then, as Sean turned down the covers, Jack lowered the lights. I don't know how they'd decided who was going to do what but while Jack kissed my lips with a passion that was bordering on full-blown maturity, his hands played with my suddenly hard nipples. Sean coaxed my legs apart and soon his moist warm lips had engulfed my raging hard cock. In between hot tongue dueling with Jack, I manage to mutter; "No fair. You two are picking on a poor cripple." Jack giggled and said; "Who cares? It's not as if I haven't done it before. Besides...we'll both sign your cast in the morning." I had another random thought; `I know that the holiday isn't for six days but dear lord, this certainly feels like Thanksgiving right now.' We fell into a fever of need, love and pure lust that prolonged the night into the wee hours of the morning. It was as if we couldn't get tired and we couldn't get enough. I don't know how many times I tasted each of their sweet boy jiz and though I have no idea how many times I actually came that night, I know that each boy brought me to climax far beyond my usual capabilities. I also noted with pleasure that Jack and Sean were not shy about pleasing each other and I wondered if their relationship had gone as far as penetration. I reflected that if I had not interfered, Jack would have been the one to take Sean's little cherry in just a couple of years so it might be only right if they had already done it. Somehow, though, I suspected that I would have known it that had happened. Eventually, our passion exhausted us and as I lay on my back, I found myself with a naked boy lying against each side of me with a head on each shoulder. I reached down and lovingly grasped two delightful young butts and smiled as sleep overtook me. (To be continued) ********************************************** Guys, I can't thank you enough for your incredible response to Chapter 27. I hope that this chapter has cleared up some of your fears that Eric was becoming something evil I hope this has eased your concerns. You feedback and in-put are after all the only reward those of us who put out these little tales receive and yours has been wonderful. Don't forget to step up and send a little cash to NIFTY so this forum can continue to be free for everyone. -Eff