Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2020 19:08:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 59 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticisms are always welcome at fritz819@yahoo.com A special thanks to the generous readers who have made donations in our name to Nifty. I hope we can all find it in our hearts to do what we can to support the wonderful gift of stories found on this site. Again, thank you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html RAISING BOYS 59 When I got back to the hot tub, I found Rick holding his little buddy Eli against his furry chest. Eli looked like he might be about ready for a little nappy. We watched his little eyes close slowly from time to time only to wake himself with a tiny jump and hold all the tighter to Rick. I asked Rhett if he might accompany me over to Elliott's parents' home to try to find some clues as to what might have happened to Elliott or any information regarding close relatives, where his son had been in school or any instructions he might have left regarding his son in the event something happened to him. He was agreeable to doing so. Poppy asked if he might go with us so that we could drop him at his home. I asked if he wanted to go home to get some additional clothes to bring over. His plan was to return to his home. I advised him I didn't think that was what his son or his grandson would want, especially after the attempted break-in at his home. We discussed that he thought it was likely just a harmless act of vandalism, but, after some discussion he relented. He said he would like to go to his home and get some clothes and toiletries as he had no intention of wearing jeans to dinner at Samantha Vandenburgh Littlechurch's home. Rick settled it by offering to drive Poppy to his home to retrieve some clothes and any additional articles he wanted. Rick said he and Eli planned a trip back to the plumbing supply house to buy additional shower attachments to install in the main house. I knew what he meant but Poppy hadn't a clue. Yet. We all got into the outdoor shower and, after that, little Eli was wide awake again and ready for an adventure with Rick and Poppy. I asked Rhett where he had stored his clothes, apologizing for all the turmoil since he had been staying with us. He said he was happier than he'd ever been and informed me Ren had invited him to share his drawers and closet. I could hardly wait to get in the condition to climb steps so that I could move back into my own bedroom. I asked Rhett if there was any chance I might get rid of the bandage and he said we would take a look at my wound after he dressed. He ran upstairs to dress and I went to the guest house to do the same. Rhett was quick and made it to the guest house very shortly after I did. I was almost dressed when he showed up in jeans and a tee shirt. He looked great in jeans with an amazing bubble butt which I had not noticed before. Since the massage table was there, he asked me to sit on it, after I explained where it had come from. I sat there as he removed the bandage. He didn't say anything at first and I assumed that meant he wasn't pleased. I was wrong. "The staples look good and you're healing very nicely," he said. I"I think we can ditch the bandage now if you'll take care to keep the wound clean and keep antibiotic ointment on it at all times. I think it's a good idea for you to wear dark glasses at least for the rest of today to enable your eye to adjust to light better. I swore I would follow his recommendations to the letter if he'd let me get rid of the damned bandage. The bandage was thrown into the garbage and he carefully cleaned my wound and applied the antibiotic cream. "That wasn't nearly as much fun as examining freshly popped cherries, was it?" I asked. "Not even close," he laughed. "But life is so much more than a bowl of cherries." I phoned Isaiah, the deputy who did some work and told him we were leaving my home en route to the Goldman's. I also called Mr. Chrisley, who had agreed to meet us and let us into the home. When we arrived, Isaiah was waiting for us and Mr. Chrisley arrived shortly thereafter. I introduced both men to Rhett. I told Mr. Chrisley how much we had enjoyed meeting his son at Kurt's. He said the lad enjoyed meeting us at well and he was hopeful we could all get together again. I was hopeful of that too as I remembered the boy's beautiful and tasty uncut cock. "I guess he's at school today?" I asked. "Yes," the man said. "I wish I could have him with me all the time. He is, however, planning to play football next year," the man said. "We're both very happy Coach Rich is gone. I heard the family had already moved out of the home they were living in and that his daughter was arrested. I don't know any details but I heard that this morning." "Some people just don't know a good thing," I said. He let us into the front door and proceeded to change that lock, per my request. We left him working as we walked into the beautiful home. The Goldmans had built a new home in Hampton Cove, a very upscale area over the mountain. It had really beautiful homes with manicured lawns. It was really still Owens Cross Roads, a redneck farming community which had been elevated when some developer had this grand idea. It was still Owens cross Roads to the locals, A sure bet was that Samantha Vandenburgh wouldn't be caught dead there except to show a multi-million dollar listing. Paul Derrick wouldn't be caught dead there unless it was to sign contracts to build one of those multi-million dollar homes. The Goldman home was one of the largest, most luxurious homes in the Cove, located on a prime lot right on the beautiful lake, near the man-made waterfall. I found it a bit much, but many of the more wealthy families and those who wanted people to think they were wealthy had made the move starting about ten years earlier. Many of the original owners had already sold their homes or had them on the market, eager to move back into town. The home was a monster – a sprawling Georgian home with very high ceilings and exquisite furniture. Everything looked perfect on the main floor. We went upstairs and everything was pristine in the five bedrooms there, including the bedroom I assumed to be the master with a large balcony overlooking the beautiful blue lake. We went back down the main staircase and found a stairway to the basement. It was there Elliott had been staying with little Eli. There were several books, photo albums and various papers haphazardly strewn on a very large desk. There was also a large open safe. The deputy pointed out a DVD/VCR player which had a tiny green light flashing. I wondered if Elliott had kept the boy entertained with videos while they were here. I found a used airline ticket in Elliott's name for a one-way flight from Orlando. It was dated several days prior, two days before the Goldman's flight was reported missing. Deputy Willard asked if Rhett and me if we would like some water and we agreed we would. He disappeared up the stairs and returned with water for all of us. I thanked him. Mr. Chrisley appeared, having completed his work. He handed me keys for the new locks and I wrote him a check. He thanked me and told me to call him anytime. I asked that he give my regards to his handsome son. We continued our hunt for anything that might be helpful. "Mr. Ross, I've been hoping to get a chance to apologize to you," Deputy Willard said quietly. "Please call me Rob," I said. "And what do you owe me an apology for?" "The day at the Boyd's farm," he said. "I was there to protect you guys and I left and your friend, the pastor who got bashed in the head." "Deputy Willard," I said, "you in no way owe me an apology. You were on duty that day and were ordered to report to another post by your superior officer. There is nothing to apologize for." "Thank you for understanding," he said. "And please call me Isaiah. I felt awful. Michael told me you guys were all okay but I felt just awful." "Please don't think about that again, Isaiah," I said. "You were doing your job. Michael is a special friend to me. He said it was all right to share that with you. He said you would understand." "Thanks, Isaiah," I said. "I do understand. You're a very handsome guy." He laughed nervously. I could tell he wasn't comfortable having attention drawn to himself. He really was a good-looking guy. He was short, maybe 5'9" tops. He had a barrel chest and a waist a shade thicker than it should have been, but his dark hair was neatly combed. He had a nice patch of dark hair peeking from his clean white tee shirt beneath his brown uniform. I was betting the man had beautiful nipples. They could be made out clearly even through his tee shirt and the thick fabric of his brown uniform. His pants had a sharp crease and showed a large bulge below the zipper. I had no idea what his cock might look like but he was packing a large set of balls. "How long have you and Michael been friends?" I asked. "Almost a year,' he explained. Michael saved my life. I was raised in a Mennonite Community across the line in Lawrenceberg, Tennessee. I always knew I liked other boys instead of girls and did things with them but my religion pretty much forced me to get married. I married Anna when I was sixteen. She was only fourteen but we had a son about a year later. She's the only woman I've ever been with. She understands my needs and she doesn't mind. She knows I love her in my own way even if it's not a physical way and we both love our son. He just turned ten. Someone told my parents about my liking for men and they took our son away from us. If it weren't for Michael, we would likely have lost him. It would have killed us both. He's a beautiful boy and the light of our lives. I've accepted that my needs are different from other men but I believe we are all unique and we all have different needs. Michael helped me get the job with the sheriff's department and I am about to finish my degree in the spring. My son and Mikey are also very special friends. We love both of them very much." "Thank you for sharing that with me, Isaiah," I said. "I think I've found something important," Rhett said. He had been examining a stack of papers from the safe. It's the duly notarized last will and testament of Elliott's father. It is essentially saying that neither he nor his wife had any relatives at all due to the holocaust. Both their families were wiped out. He goes into some detail, saying the family was originally from Poland. There was not a single survivor other than his mother and Mrs. Goldman's father, both of whom have been dead for over ten years now. It leaves everything they had to Elliott except for a fifty thousand dollar bequest to Doctors Without Borders. I'm no expert at this, but it looks like the old man was pretty wealthy and his real estate holdings alone must be worth a fortune." Isaiah found a small metal box beside the big sofa which was covered in small quilts and afghans. He brought it to me. It wasn't locked. "This has another copy of Eli's birth certificate and an enrollment form from Sundale Elementary School in Orlando," I said. "Looks like he was a first grader too." "What's in the safe?" I asked. "There are stacks and stacks of CD's and DVD's. There must be several hundred of them. And there are about thirty out on the cabinet where the player is," Isaiah said. "Is there a DVD in the player?" I asked. "Let's see," Isaiah said. He turned on the giant television and hit a couple of buttons. A DVD started, showing one of the old doctor's examination rooms. It looked like a taped examination the doctor might have done on any given day. His patient was a young male, probably around nine or ten, who was alone with the doctor. The boy was in white underwear and the doctor was using a stethoscope to listen to his lung sounds. Doctor Goldman moved down to listen at the boy's abdomen. Then he briefly pulled the boy's underwear down, exposing the boy's soft, uncut penis for just a couple of seconds." "What the fuck is this?" I asked. "Was the doctor taping examinations of his own patients?" I asked. "That's what it looks like," Rhett said. "I can't imagine why he would have done this." We continued watching as the physician continued, removing the boy's underpants and taking a rectal temperature. "No one could do this," Rhett said. "There are serious privacy issues here. I don't understand." All three of us were sitting on the sofa now watching intently as he did a rectal examination of the boy. He examined the kid's tiny little testicles, gently kneading them in his big hand. He then rubbed the boy's little penis until the kid got really hard and was about to have a dry climax, then he abruptly pulled the boy's underpants up and called his mother into the room. The DVD immediately jumped to another patient. This one was a girl who looked around twelve. Her blouse was already off and Dr. Goldman was examining her tiny breasts. Her puffy nipples indicated she was in early puberty. He examined them carefully, his fingers causing the dark little nipples to harden. He then palpated her stomach and explained he would be pulling her panties down, which he did. He pulled stirrups out of the end of the table and proceeded to examine her immature cunny. The girl only had a very few fine hairs on her pubis and the doctor started to touch her tiny clit. It was obvious the girl was feeling good as the tissue began to expand and turn pinker. He continued his massage of the girl's clit as his middle finger dipped ever-so-slightly into her tiny vaginal opening. The girls was about to have some kind of an orgasm when the doctor again stopped abruptly, pulling the girl's panties up and calling the girl's father back into the exam room. We fast forwarded to find more of the same. We took another video out and it seemed to be the same. On that one, the patient was a boy and he appeared to be a bit older. He was probably around thirteen as he had a bit of a bulge in his briefs. Again the doctor spoke quietly as he listened to his lungs, and then began to palpate the boy's abdomen. When the doctor removed the boy's underwear the boy had a full out hard on. It was a beautiful blonde boy who was just beginning to get a nice little patch of blonde pubes above his very hard spike. The doctor again did a rectal temp and proceeded to do a prostate examination. The boy was rock hard as the doctor thrust his lubricated finger in and out of the boy's tiny pink hole. This kid's unsuspecting father was in the room during the examination as the doctor examined the boy's genitals. The kid was leaking pre-cum and looked about to shoot when the doctor ended the examination, handing the boy his briefs even as he had drops of pre-cum dribbling from his hard little dick. "I've been there," I said. "I was there with Ren when Dr. Goldman said there was an elevated temp orally and said it was indicated for him to take a rectal temp. He did the same examination of my boy's hole and his uncut cock. The doctor told me that it was indicated to begin prostate examinations at a much earlier age than previously believed and I bought his story. My own kid was leaking pre-cum when the doctor cut off the exam and shuffled our asses out of the room. I bet there's a tape of Ren's exam in that safe." "Are those DVD's filed in chronological order?" Rhett asked. "They seem to be," Isaiah said. He was in the walk-in safe, squatting and removing a couple of discs from the bottom of the stack. "These seem to be the oldest," he said, inserting a different disc into the player. The screen lit up again. It was a different room, which looked like a makeshift exam room. There was an exam table with a young dark-haired boy who looked around twelve or thirteen, his face turned away from the camera. This one was different in some respects. There were paneled walls and the light wasn't as bright as light usually is in clinical settings. This was also different in that the boy on the table had his hands tied down. He was begging for something. Then we saw a shot of a man who appeared to be a much younger Dr. Goldman masturbating the small cock of a young boy. We couldn't see his face, but the doctor was stroking his cock nicely and the boy was begging him not to stop. Each time the boy was about to reach his climax, Dr. Goldman would stop, suddenly removing his hand and spoiling the boy's climax. When his hand was removed, a small, cut cock was revealed with just a few dark hairs growing above it. The doctor would pull on the hairs until the boy begged him to stop. Then the young boy was begging him not to stop as he started jerking him off again. He started with an agonizingly slow stroking as he inserted first one, then two fingers into the boy's hole. The boy was trying to hump and get a rhythm going which would allow him to cum but the man held him down with a hand on his abdomen. "Please don't stop," the boy begged. The man then put an arm under the boy's thin little legs raising them in the air as he started to swat the boy's buttocks with his hand. "Please don't," the boy begged. "Please stop, dad." Rhett and I heard it at the same time. We looked at each other, shocked beyond words. As the video continued, it was clear the boy was Elliott and the man was old Dr. Goldman and the older man was beating the hell out of his gorgeous young son. "Rest in peace, motherfucker," Rhett said." "Amen," Isaiah said. "That's some of the weirdest shit I've ever seen," I said. "Amen," Isaiah said. "And my dick's about as hard as it's ever been," Rhett said. "Amen." Isaiah said. We all looked at each other and saw we all had tented crotches. "Just because it's inappropriate stuff doesn't mean it can't make you horny as hell," Rhett said. "That blonde kid was gorgeous and so was young Elliott." "I'll be honest with you guys," I said. "I was in the room when Doctor Goldman did one of his teasing exams on my sexy older son. When it was over, I was glad to have my younger son asleep on my lap to hide my raging hardon. Then, when a friend of my son's tore his skin beating his meat with my son, I watched Dr. G. do the same kind of exam on the kid. We took the kid and enjoyed a hot threesome with him." "Can I come and live with you?" Isaiah asked innocently. We all laughed nervously. "Damn, Rhett, look at the tent deputy Isaiah's got in those deputy pants of his," I said. "I think he could use some attention" "Would you like some attention from a grateful public?" Rhett asked him. "Where and when?" Isaiah asked. "How about here and now?" I asked. We guided the young deputy to the overstuffed leather sofa. Each of us removed a shoe and a sock, massaging his feet. He was already moaning softly. Rhett removed his belt and I began to unfasten his pants. He gave us control. He had a sweet smile on his face. Rhett pulled his pants down over muscular thighs with some nice brown fur on them. I started stroking his furry thigh and he was moaning a little louder. He was now in a blindingly white pair of tighty whities, a very clear tent showing in the pouch. "Let's get that shirt off, Rhett," I said. "I want a taste of those furry man nipples." Together we unbuttoned his shirt. I had begun to lick his neck and nibble his ear lobe. Rhett mirrored my actions. He was now in nothing but his bright white tee shirt and his obscenely bulging underwear. His nipples were standing out from his thick chest, competing for attention with his dick bulge. Rhett pulled the tee shirt over his head, exposing a beautiful treasure trail. We each raised an arm, pull his tee shirt over his head. I inhaled his pit and his scent was as fresh as a mountain fucking spring. I got my first look at his beautiful nips. They were pink at the very tip, turning darker as you got further from the nipple. They were begging to be devoured and who was I to deny them? I went for his left one, sucking it hungrily into my mouth as I started to tease the other one. I knew Rhett was getting his pants off his thick, beautiful thighs. I also knew when Rhett took the man's cock in his mouth. I slowed down now and drank in the sexiness of this young man. He had a nice smattering of hair on his thick chest and a beautiful treasure trail into a very respectable bush. His cock was uncut, I observed when Rhett released it from his mouth long enough to lick the boy's huge balls. His cock wasn't the longest ever, but it was very nice and thick and stubby. I joined Rhett on the floor and began to lick a furry thigh. The boy/man slouched lower on the couch to give us better access to his fat nut sac. I took both fat nuts in my mouth and started sucking. I heard his moans increase as I reached up and began to play with his beautiful nipple again. I loved inhaling his fresh scent and he was loving being serviced. I got back on the sofa beside him and started licking and kissing his neck as I played with his beautiful nipples. "Does that feel good, Isaiah?" I asked as I watched Rhett bobbing on his dick. "Oh yeah," he said, his voice hoarse. "You like having my buddy suck your dick?" I asked. "Oh fuck, yeah," he said. Then I kissed him deeply. I sucked his entire tongue into my mouth and kept sucking on it. His breathing was fast and he was trying to talk, his sounds muffled by my mouthy. I knew what he was trying to say. He was warning Rhett that he was blowing his hot load into the doctor's warm, wet, cocksucking mouth. The boy's cum was as sweet as any I had tasted. We sat on each side of him. He put an arm around each of us and just sat silently a wide smile on his face. I knew he was satisfied because I knew Rhett was a skilled lover. He was enjoying that wonderful feeling after a strong climax. It's a feeling of invincibility and absolute satisfaction. Rhett had shared the boy's tasty load with me. I kissed him as his breathing returned to normal. "Do all Mennonite boys have cum that tastes as good as yours?" I asked. He blushed deeply. "Gosh," he said. "I don't know about that." "If they do, Rhett said," they should milk the boys and sell it. They could all sell those fucking wagons and buy Cadillacs." We all enjoyed a good laugh. "Is your son as cute and sweet as you are, Isaiah?" I asked. Again he blushed. He began to tell us about his boy. It was obvious he was another father who loved his kid. He got excited telling us what a good student he was and how smart and how he just never gave him any trouble. "What's his name?" I asked. "Pontius," he said. "Pontius?" I asked. "Yep," he said. "Pontius. I just always thought it was a cool name. My parents were furious and they never called him by that name. They always used his middle name instead. He loves his name. When we had to go to court in our custody fight, the judge asked him whether he liked the name `Pontius' or if he preferred the other name. The boys said `Pontius is the name I choose to be called. It's the name my daddy gave me and that makes it good enough for me'" The judge laughed but I was crying big old tears." "I know about those daddy tears, Isaiah." I said. "I hope I'll get to meet Isaiah really soon." We debated what to do with all the stuff in the safe but decided that would be Elliott's decision to make if he made it through all this. We put everything back into the safe and left the door cracked. We made sure the house was locked up tight as we left. As we got into our car, Isaiah came over. "I sure am glad I met you guys," he said. "I can see why Michael likes you all. I hope to see you again." He gave us each a nice hug and a sweet kiss as he handed each of us his business card with his cell number written on the back. "Don't hesitate to use that if I can ever do anything for either of you," he said. We left Hampton cove and drove back over the mountain to civilization. We still had forty minutes before time to pick up the little ones. "I think I could use a pick-me-up cup of coffee," I said. "Sounds great!" Rhett said. We headed for the Starbuck's on Governors' Lane. "I can definitely us a good ole seventy dollar cup of coffee from Buttfuck's," he chuckled. We went in, got a cuppa and found a table. They were busy for this time of day but we found a small table on the patio. "What do you make of what we found?" Rhett asked. "I don't have a clue," I said. "I'm just glad we're the ones who found it. I know one thing. I'm already regretting not finding the ones with Ren and Casper on them and taking them. I don't want those just floating around. It feels like a real invasion." "It's definitely an invasion," Rhett said. "Although I have no idea what would be legal or illegal, it's a violation of the expectation of privacy between a doctor and a patient. It's disturbing to me that he got all those kids so worked up and then just left them hanging. That's almost a greater violation than if he'd given them a happy ending." "I couldn't agree more," I said. "But that must have been his personal kink. I wonder if he turned to that when he no longer had a son of his own at home that he could abuse. The way we saw him treating Elliott was clearly abusive. God knows what that boy went through. Can you imagine how it must have fucked him up?" "I really can't, Rob," he said. "Both of us had pretty fucked up fathers but not even close to what Elliott went through, if we're correct in our assumptions." I told Rhett about my meeting with Coach and Brett earlier. I felt things had gone as well as could be expected. I also told him about the scheduled dinner meeting between Sam and Poppy. "So you and poppy are having dinner out tonight?" he asked. "Any chance I might get a date with your sons? I'm finding I miss them when I'm away from them. I think boys may addictive, whether they're big boys like Isaiah or little ones like Landry." "That Isaiah is a cutie," I said. "And he tastes good too. I hope we can get our boys and get straight home. I'd love to see the principal's news conference with Coach and Brett at three." We got to the school a few minutes before class was dismissed. Poppy and Rick were already standing outside the classroom. Poppy was holding Eli. "Hey, guys," Rick said. "I should have called you. I just assumed we would be picking up the boys. I couldn't have kept Poppy away. He's been looking at his watch every five minutes, afraid we'd be late. By the way, you look good without the bandage and I love the Jackie O glasses." "You are such a smartass," I chuckled. "No problem, we'll head on over and get Ren. See you guys at home." We got to Ren's school and waited about ten minutes before I saw our boy headed our way. He got into the car and reached over the seat to give us both hugs. "Can we head straight home?" Ren asked. "We heard the principal and coach E. are dong a press conference. I'd love to see it." "You bet, son," I said. "We want to see it too. Do you have much homework?" "A bit," he said. "I've got to work on a science project," he said. "I have no idea what to do." "Science was my specialty," Rhett said. "I'll be glad to throw some ideas around with you if you'd like. I was the Mountain Brook High School Science Fair Winner three years in a row." "Would you do that, Rhett?" he asked. "I'd love to do that, kiddo," he answered. We got home just in time for the news conference. I turned on the television in the kitchen and began watching with Rhett and Ren as I scooped some fruit salad and whipped cream into bowls for the three of us. Liza Gurley introduced Principal Walden and said she had some prepared remarks. The camera moved to Principal Walden. "Good afternoon, parents, students and concerned citizens," she began. "First of all I am proud to say we had a peaceful day at our middle school and our high school today. I am proud of our students and our parents who have seen that our children are safe. If you heard rumors about things that happened at our high school last night, those rumors are probably true. Vandals came onto our school property and used spray paint to leave nasty, vile messages of the racist and homophobic variety. Thanks to our new Athletic director, Schrimscher Paint Company and some tireless citizens who kept us supplied with coffee, by this morning, we had a beautifully painted school which looks better than it did the day before. We are proud of our school and its history. In the history of this state there were some very shameful periods. At a time when schools were burning and being bombed and police dogs unleashed on peaceful protestors, our city was a model of peace and harmony. That will continue on my watch. Two students have been arrested and will be prosecuted. Excuse me, I meant to say former students because neither of them is eligible to ever return to any public school in this city. I would love to give you their names, but they are minors, so I shall refrain from doing that. Let it suffice to say, that behavior is intolerable and will be fully prosecuted. I will conclude by addressing the photos that are making the rounds on some internet sites, the face is indeed mine. Other anatomical parts are the fantasies of some old men who choose to behave like naughty little boys, exchanging smutty pictures in attempt to shame or humiliate women. That will not work with me whether it is Former School Board Member Bush or former Superintendent of Schools Graves hitting the send button. Much better men than either of them have tried to shut me down and they have failed." She was staring directly into the camera as she delivered those last lines. She then introduced Coach Ennis as the school's new athletic director. Coach looked more handsome than ever in a navy blazer, a very pale blue shirt and a red and white striped tie, those being the school's colors. "Thank you, Principal Walden," he began. "It is my pleasure to present to you a young man named Brett Jordan who will become the head coach of our football team. Brett is the youngest man ever to hold the position of head coach for our fine athletes and we have confidence that he will do a wonderful job. He and I have met with the first two members of the advisory board and both expressed absolute confidence in this man. I give you our new coach, Brett Jordan." Brett stepped in front of the camera. It was a much more confident Brett than I had seen this morning. He stood a little taller and a little straighter, with his shoulders thrown back and his head high. It is said that television adds ten pounds to most people. To Brett Jordan it only added stature. "Thank you, Coach Ennis," he said. "I recently came to this school as the new wrestling coach. I never could have dreamed I would have the opportunity to become head coach of such a fine team with the great traditions of this one. I could not possibly be prouder and I would like to thank all the people who made it possible. I want to assure all of you as parents, players, fans, and citizens of this community, my goal is excellence. Winning is great, but building character should and will always be our ultimate goal. I pledge to do that as long as I serve all of you in this community." Poppy walked up behind me. He and the little ones with Rick had come in and were being so quiet I wasn't aware they were here. "That damaged little boy grew up today," Poppy said, kissing me on the neck. The principal agreed to take questions. Liza Gurley had the first one. "Principal Walden, is it true the young lady arrested for vandalism was a child of a former faculty member here?" "Yes, Liza, that is true," she said. "It's all in the police reports. She was also caught on video planting drugs in the lockers of other students." Jerry Haymes of Channel 19 got the next question. "Principal Walden, are you ashamed or embarrassed by the photos that were spread all over the internet?" "No, Jerry," she answered. "The face and the hair were the only things that were really me in the photos. And I thought I was having a most excellent hair day the day that picture was taken. I will never be shamed or embarrassed by the antics of dirty old men with smutty little minds, among other little things." That cracked all of us up. "That woman's got some balls on her," Rick said. We all agreed it was a very successful new conference. I offered the little ones snacks but Rick and Poppy had taken them to Dairy Queen for Blizzards. Landry and Flynn went in the library to work on their newest assignment from Coach Ennis. Eli decided to join them, which I took as a good sign that he'd let Poppy or Rick away from him for a little while. Ren and Rhett settled at the kitchen table to discuss possible ideas for science projects and to get Ren's homework done. I thought about having a beer, but decided to have a glass of lemonade instead since the evening might run a little longer than I was used to. I gave Derrick a call. They were fine. He said neither he nor Der were used to being indoors so much but they still were finding plenty to talk about and share with each other and Shaggy's treadmill was getting a workout. "I'm sure you're enjoying sharing everything with that handsome kid," I said. "You're one to talk," he said. Der says he's can't wait to get to know you and Ren better," he said. "I don't think getting to know you is all he has in mind. He's said several times how handsome you and your oldest son are. My boy may be a nympho." "Aren't they all?" I asked. We shared a laugh. I told him about our meeting this morning with Coach and Brett and that I felt really good about things. "Yes, dad called me while he and Rick and Eli were out and about. He filled me in on everything. Sounds like the train's back on the track," he said. "I can't believe Principal Walden got that whole fucking school painted in the dead of night. You were right about her like you've been right about everything. I just want to be with you. I haven't been close enough to anyone in a long time to miss them. I miss you and the family." "I know," I said. "Stewart's in Denver, also known as Hell, and I miss him too. I'd like to spend a whole day in bed with both of you or either of you," I said. "Are we about to have phone sex?" he asked. "I've always thought that might be fun and you're getting me really hard." "You're a big boy," I said. "You know what to do about that. I love you." We signed off just as the little ones called me in to check their work. I looked their little sheets over and pronounced them good. They, of course wanted to swim. They started upstairs to undress but I told them they could go ahead and undress down here and I'd get their clothes upstairs later. They began to strip and little shirts and shorts were flying. When Landry pulled his shorts off, I noticed something unusual. He was wearing a pair of little girls' blue panties. Flynn and Eli were wearing little boys' jockey shorts with trucks, cars and buses on them. I knew the boys usually wore matching underwear and that Eli had joined in the custom. I had no idea what had happened or how to handle it. I debated on saying nothing, but that didn't feel right. "Hey, buddy," I said to Landry, "is that the underwear you wore to school this morning?" "No sir," he said. Apparently he didn't care to elaborate. Eli and Flynn were now standing there beside him, completely naked, waiting to swim. "Whose underwear is this, kiddo?" I asked. "Suzanne's," he said. "She used to be Suzi but now she makes us all call her Suzanne." "Is Suzanne your friend?" I asked. He looked at Flynn as if they shared a secret. "Kind of," he said. "She's kind of bossy," Flynn added. "Yeah," Landry agreed. "Some people tend to be a little more bossy than others," I said. "But that's okay." "Did Landry do something wrong?" Flynn asked? "Oh no, son," I said. All three boys gathered close and we had a group hug. "No one did anything wrong. I was just wondering why Landry came home wearing someone else's underwear." "Well, Flynn and I were in the bathroom right before recess," Landry said. "We always go as soon as we're let out so we don't get out and start playing and then have to go back in. That wastes our playtime." "That's very smart, boys," I said. They seemed to lose track of the conversation, so I attempted to gently guide them back. "So you were in the bathroom having a pee and then what happened?" I asked. "Suzanne came in," Flynn said. "She's not supposed to be in the boys' bathroom. Girls are supposed to use the girls' bathroom and boys are supposed to use the boys' bathroom." "That's right son," I said. I could see Eli was get antsy so I ask him if he would like to go to Rick and Poppy. "Yes, sir," he said. I walked him to the patio door just as Rick was coming in to check on them. Ren and Rhett were still at work on his homework in the kitchen. I told Rick Eli was wanting him so he picked the boy up and started to pour another glass of lemonade. As he did, Flynn and Landry started moving toward the patio doors, having gotten impatient waiting for me and wanting to swim. Landry still had on the blue little girls' panties. Rick, Ren and Rhett all noticed and shot questioning looks at me but said nothing. "We want to go and swim, dad," Landry said. "Okay, guys," I said. "Just one more question for you boys. How did Landry end up wearing Suzanne's panties?" "Well, actually, I was wearing them first," Flynn said. "When Suzanne came into the boys' bathroom, we were the only two boys in there. She wanted to see us in our underpants. So we showed her. She liked ours with the cars and trucks on them better than she liked her plain old blue ones. She took hers off and then she told me to take mine off. I did. It felt kind of funny being naked with a girl but it felt kind of good too. She put on my underwear and she told me to put hers on. I did and they felt good. She said we'd trade." "Then how did Landry end up in Suzanne's panties," I asked. I realized as Flynn had been explaining, he had been standing and fidgeting, his hand playing with his little hairless, uncut willy. He was hardening fast. "Well, after Flynn had her panties on, she told me to take mine off and I did," Landry said. Then she told me to give my underwear to Flynn and for me to put on hers. That's what I did. They felt really good. They feel soft and good. Could we have some underwear like hers?' "Of course, son," I said. "You can wear any kind of underwear you want." "Are you sure we're not in trouble?" Landry asked softly. I brought both boys in for a hug. "Neither of you is in trouble. I love you both and you can go and swim now and have fun." Both boys went running out, anxious to swim. Landry returned momentarily, handing me the blue panties he wore home from school. I laid them on the table and grabbed a beer. "I was trying to abstain but I really don't want to be sober," I said. "My boys are growing up too fast." I looked over and Ren was feeling of the panties. "These really do feel nice and soft. I bet they feel good against your skin," Ren said. "I'd like to try on a pair and see how they would feel." "Oh my god," Rhett said. "All my blood just left my brain at the thought of you in those tiny panties. I can't even." Ren leaned in and kissed him. I had a feeling Ren might be modeling those tiny panties for Rhett later this evening. And I would've bet on who would be invited into my son's bed tonight. I also realized my own dick was hard after imagining my son in those tiny blue panties. I was wondering what Suzanne's parents must have thought when she came in wearing boys' underwear. I really didn't know what to do or whether to do anything. I put it away to think about it later. I took my beer into the library and started to read the paper when the phone rang. It was Stewart. Just hearing his voice made me feel good. "Hey, buddy," he said. "How are you and how are our boys?" We're all good but we are really missing you," I said. "How's my Stewart?" I asked. "Homicidal," he answered. "Actually, matricidal, and fratricidal would be a better answer." "I understand the matricidal part," I said. "I thought you told me you only had one sister and she had died." "I told you the truth," he said. "At that time. I had no idea I have two precious step-sisters. I feel like fucking Cinderella." "You precious man," I said. "Your mom never told you about them?" "No, she didn't, he said. "Of course, I couldn't have told you her husband's name before I got here. I'm sure I had heard it at some point but we almost never talked after she left Tennessee. That was the way she seemed to want it and, after finding out about the deception when it came to my sister, I was fine with that. Seems my dear old step-dad's name is Bradford Walton and he owns a string of home supply building from here all the way to the west coast. He's not one of the Waltons as in old Sam and Sybil, but Ceci says they're cousins, which I strongly doubt, just as I doubt anything that comes out of her lying piehole. Unfortunately, she wasn't lying about his condition. It's stage four pancreatic cancer, Rob. We both know what that means." "Not good," I said. "Is he conscious?" I asked. "For now," he said. "Actually he's quite alert, given the pain meds he's getting. God bless the guy. If I were he, I'd be begging my Lord to take me now and make it quick." "So what's the plan?" I asked. "Ceci is playing damsel in distress," he said. Both daughters live in California. They seem to be getting along now but I think it's all on the surface. Apparently there's an ex-wife – the girls' mother – in the picture as well, although she hasn't made the scene here yet. Both of the daughters are pushing for their father to be transferred to M.C. Anderson, in Texas. Mom is considering a transfer to Sloan-Kettering." "What do you think?" I asked. "I think the treatment he is receiving here is equal to what he would receive at either of the other places," he said. "This is not a diagnosis with a lot of light at the end of the tunnel. They are still treating him and I doubt the treatment protocols would be any different at any other hospital. I think Ceci wants him as far away from his daughters as she can get him so New York City is looking good to her. Plus the fact she can have high tea at the Waldorf before dropping in to visit her dying husband." "Stewart, no one can be that awful," I said. "You're rarely wrong about anything," he chuckled. "On this one you are. The sad thing is that the step-sisters are just as awful. Dear Sybbie and Eloise clearly would love nothing more than to see their stepmommy dearest on a one-way flight to Baghdad." "So, your plan is...?" I asked. "To keep my head down and my mouth shut for now," he said. "I expect Ceci will win this tug of war, because she usually wins. It's probably going to get very ugly. She's having her hair and her nails done right now – nothing interferes with mommy's grooming rituals, so I got a break. I'm staying at their big ass townhouse here in town. It's a monster, although they're rarely here. Ceci prefers their home in Aspen. I'm sorry to sound so negative, Rob. How are things there?" "We are all okay except for missing you," I told him "Our boys are being spoiled terribly by a house full of men who adore them." "Lucky us," he said. I knew he meant that. "Has your mother even asked about Flynnie?" I asked. "Not a mention," he said. "When I bring him up, she ignores any comment I make about him. It's pretty fucking maddening." "I don't think I could take that," I said. "Anything else I think I could handle. Not that. Do you have an associate preaching on Sunday?" "No, he said. The Administrative Board has agreed to fly me back for Sundays for as long as it takes. They feel my presence is essential at this time. Actually our attendance is way up and giving is way up so they don't want anything to threaten our momentum. I can't argue with that. I'll get a flight out of here on Saturday and a return here on Sunday after service. That is, of course, assuming things don't change with Bradford or my step-father or whatever the fuck I'm expected to call him. I'm so sorry about all of this. I know it's a burden, especially in that you're still recovering." "Not another word about that," I said. "I had physical therapy his morning and Rhett removed the bandage from my eye earlier today. I'm practically well. A little knee pain and a few headaches, but all that will resolve soon. It's nothing I can't handle. All the guys here are taking care of me and our babies. They're being spoiled absolutely rotten. Little Eli is gradually coming out of his shell and Elliott's status is unchanged but we are hopeful. Say a prayer for him." "I have been and I will continue to do so – not just for Elliott but for all of you I love so much. You are all in my heart," he said. "I love you very much," I said. "Now let me get the boys." I walked out t the patio holding the phone and motioning for the boys to come. They immediately guessed it must be Stewart and they all came running. He spoke for quite a while with all of the adults and all of the boys. I had wanted to share with him what Rhett, Isaiah and I had found at Dr. Goldman's today as he always had the right answers. I also wanted to share with him about pantygate, but I knew his plate was full and I didn't want to burden him with more. I was just thankful he would be home late Saturday, even if it would be for a short time. I went back in and used my cell phone to call Michael. I thanked him for sending Isaiah with Rhett and me today. "Isaiah told me you guys had some fun," he said. "I was hoping that might happen. I really love that sexy little bastard. His son and Mikey are quickly becoming best buddies and, to be honest, I'm considering buying a larger house so Isaiah, Anna and their beautiful son can live with Mikey and me. It may not be what some folks would folks would consider a family but, if it works for us, I don't care about that." "He's a really sweet guy and I can tell he admires you," I said. "Hearing about this makes me very happy, Michael. Did Isaiah tell you what we found?" "Yes, he did, and it's very troubling," he said. "If this got out, there could be some pretty massive lawsuits against the estate. Yet I don't feel we should destroy any of it until we get a handle on Elliott's condition." "I agree completely," I said. "I think you guys were absolutely spot on in taking the actions you took," he said. "Isaiah has said he will make extra drive-bys at the property to try and keep an eye on things. I know he will do that and it makes me feel better. I'm afraid we've hit a little snag on the surveillance on Clifford's wife. David is almost certain Fee and his son are living with Mrs. Holliman since they got tossed out of Kurt's house. The music guy may even be shacking with them. He's there a lot. But they are being more cautious and David hasn't been able to find a time when no one's home to plant surveillance cams. He has an idea but it will involve one of Clifford's sons. Do you think he will go for it?" "Not if it involves any significant danger to his boys," I said. "He wouldn't go for that any more than I would. I know he wants his home back for his boys but their well being is his first concern. I think you and David could talk to him. He's a very smart, very reasonable man. If I can be of help, just give a buzz." Ren came in from the pool and just gave me a slow, comfortable hug. I could tell there was something he wanted to discuss. I waited for him to get to it. "Dad," he said, "is there any way I could give Der a call? He had a lot of questions about what was going on at school and I think he's feeling a little bit cut off. I know he's loving the time with his dad but, well, I'd really like to just hear his voice. Is that weird?" "I don't think it's weird," I said. "I think you guys hit it off and I think you may become very good friends. I'll give you Derrick's cell number. I know both of them will be glad to hear from you." He went into the library and I closed the door to give him some privacy. I went out on the patio and found Rick and Poppy in the hot tub. It was unusual to see them with no little ones in their arms. "Are you guys enjoying some grown-up time," I asked. "Yes," Rick said, "but we're both missing them terribly. They bet get their pretty little asses up here soon or I'll be in withdrawals." "Speaking of, did you see my younger on in those blue panties?" I asked. "You can both accuse me of being a perv, but I bet Suzanne never filled out those panties like the boy did" We all enjoyed a laugh and I filled them in on the entire story of pantygate. I looked down at the pool and saw Rhett was playing with the little ones in the shallow end of the pool. "Rhett was demanding some equal time with our little ones," Poppy said. "We haven't been great about sharing." "I think you handled the whole pantygate beautifully," Rob," Rick said. "I don't think I could have stayed as calm as you did. I'm not sure I understand what the little girl was doing there in the boys' restroom, much less how all three kids ended up naked and trading underpants." "It is all very strange and, if we are honest with ourselves, very erotic," I said. "It's too bad we've never learned to accept what we find erotic," Poppy said. "Our brains are going to do what they're going to do. If we see something and it triggers an erection, why should we feel guilty about it? It's a purely physiological process," "You're sounding like quite the progressive-minded modern man, Poppy, and I'm loving it," Rick laughed. "It's just the damned truth," Poppy said. "Thinking of those three beautiful kiddos naked together in that bathroom together discussing their panties would give any man a hardon, if he's willing to be honest." "I find this little girl very interesting," I said. I explained how this was the same student who had introduced our boys to the word `horny' shortly before this incident. "I guess I'm wondering what might be going on with her," I said. "Should I leave this alone or should I say something to Miss Anderson?" "Where's the damned preacherman when we need him?" Rick asked. "Preacherman is in his own little hell in Denver dealing with a dying stepfather he had never met an uncaring shewolf of a mother and two stepsisters he had no idea he had until a few hours ago," I explained. They're all cooped up in a mansion in Denver arguing whether daddy should die in Texas or New York City." "Poor bastard," Poppy said. "Poor bastard indeed," Rick agreed. I then shared with them what Rhett, Isaiah and I had found at the Goldman's. They were amazed. Poppy had known the man for years and found it unbelievable he would have taped examinations of kids and would have teased them before spoiling their little orgasms and climaxes. He really found it unbelievable when I told them about the video of Elliott being tied down, jerked off and spanked." I told them that Rhett and I suspected Elliott had been significantly depressed for some time but still sufficiently functional to take care of his son. We hypothesized that he had flown here when he heard about his parent's downed flight and had holed up with his son in the basement of the family home. Somehow he had discovered, or maybe he even knew beforehand, about his father's treasure trove of videos. We believed he had made sure little Eli was fed and hydrated but had let his own physical condition deteriorate until he realized he had gone too far and he had to get Eli to safety. There were a lot of holes in our theory and a lot of questions, but we had agreed it seemed the most plausible scenario, given the few facts we had. "Poor little Eli," Poppy said. "And poor little Elliott." "If Elliott will just wake up, I believe we can start helping him heal," I said. "Is he really any more broken than the rest of us?" I asked. "We all saw Brett this morning and Brett this afternoon. A few hours made a huge difference in that boy and he's just beginning to heal. If you guys could have seen our precious Jack when he learned his father had died at the hands of his mother, you'd never realize it could be the same beautiful, confident boy he is today. The same is true of Bradley. That boy felt absolutely deserted and unloved a few weeks ago and look at him now. We need Elliott to just pull through. Until he does, we've got his boy and we'll take good care of him." Ren came out to the patio and started undressing to join us in the tub. "My son just talked to your handsome grandson," I told Poppy. Poppy's ears perked up at the mention of his grandson. "He's kind of over the moon right now," Ren said. "This morning there was a hot tub delivered to Shaggy's place. They have it all installed and warming right now. It's warm enough that he and his dad are already in it. They thought Shaggy had gone out and bought it but he says he knew nothing about it. No one knows where it came from." "I have a very good idea where it came from," I said, looking at Poppy. "Well Rick and I were at the home supply place getting some kind of plumbing supplies and Eli and I wandered over where they were having a sale on home spas," Poppy said. "Everybody gets sore muscles every now and then. Santa doesn't always have to wait for December." "Santa has also visited your master bathroom and Ren's bathroom with new shower attachments like the one in the guest house," Rick said. Poppy didn't understand so Ren sat in his lap and quietly explained the new shower attachment which shot a jet of warm water directly into your hole. "I may need to try that out," Poppy said. "I'll be glad to give you a hand with it," Ren said.