Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2020 14:13:03 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Raising Boys  63

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RAISING BOYS

63

That thought cheered us considerably.  The pizza came and we enjoyed it.
While we were eating I ended up seated beside Matt, the handsome black
theatre major.  I was getting some very flirty vibes from the boy and was
about to invite him into the hot tub.  I got the feeling he was interested
in some play but we were interrupted when Rhett had a call from the
hospital.

It was from the charge nurse on Elliott's floor, saying he had started to
moan and they had noted some twitching in his eyelids, although he had not
yet opened his eyes.  Rhett was taking off for the hospital and I asked if
I could go with him.  He eventually relented and, after apologizing to my
guests, I left for the hospital with Rhett.  When we arrived, the nurse who
had reported the subtle changes joined us in his room.  He was no longer
making any noises and we didn't see any movement in the man's eyelids, but
Rhett seemed hopeful.  He looked at the chart and reported Elliott's
electrolyte levels were almost within normal limits.  An EEG had shown no
abnormalities in his brain activity.

We decided that someone should be with him at all times so, in the event he
awoke, he would have someone would be there.  Rhett went to the nurses'
station to get some names of available sitters.  I didn't feel great with
that, although having a stranger was better than leaving him alone.  I
realized neither Rhett, Rick nor I had seen him in years and it was
unlikely he would recognize any of us.  It just felt better to me to have
someone who knew him be here at all times.  As any kind of motor activity
appeared to have ceased, Rhett tried to convince me to go home with him to
rest.  I just couldn't leave him and finally talked Rhett into going home.
He promised he would tuck my boys in and kiss them for me and to explain
where their dad was.  I thanked him and he left us there in the room.

I sat in a chair at Elliott's bedside holding his hand for a while as I
just talked quietly to him.  When I began to run out of things to say, I
went to the nurses' station and got a Vanity Fair Magazine and read to him.
My eyes began to get heavy so I put down one of the side rails and lay down
beside him on the bed, my hand stroking his hairy chest.  I covered both of
us with the sheet and dozed with my head on his shoulder.

A few hours later, I awoke.  It was still dark outside.  A nurse was
standing beside the bed.  It wasn't just any nurse, but the older nurse I
had suspected of colluding with Reverend Fee and Kurt's evil wife when
Meghan was hospitalized after her accident.  We had seen her again after my
accident and had discovered what a warm, caring person she really was.
Jack and Bradley had initially been terrified of her, but she had ended up
hugging them before our ordeal was over.  This time she had a smile and
seemed glad to see me.

"Mr. Ross, we meet again," she said, extending her hand for a shake,
explaining she had been called in early as one of the night nurses had not
been feeling well.

I stood up and pulled her in for a hug which she returned warmly.

"I think we've been through enough that we're past the handshake stage," I
said.

"I couldn't agree more," she said.  "I hear there were some hopeful signs
with our patient," she said.

"Yes," I replied.  "Dr. Curry got a call last night that some twitching of
the eyelids and some moaning had been observed.  We came right away but we
haven't seen any of those behaviors."

"That poor man," she said.  "Nobody should go through what he went
through."

I realized she was talking about Elliott.

"You knew Elliott before all this?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.  "I met the boy the summer he moved here with his parents.
It was my first job out of nursing school and I wanted to work in a
doctor's office rather than a hospital because I was raising three little
ones by myself.  I felt the hours would allow me more time to devote to my
own children.  I had loved pediatrics in nursing school and Dr. Goldman,
Elliott's father had just moved to town and was opening his practice.  I
went to work in his office.  I loved it at first, but I just couldn't watch
that sad little boy and what his parents were putting him through."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Every day Dr. Goldman would bring the boy to the office with him.  He
would put the boy in his office with books and puzzles and the boy would
spend the day there.  He wasn't allowed to spend time with other children.
Every day he would have lunch with his father in the office.  He was a very
quiet child.  The few times he might speak too loudly, I saw his father
give him a nasty look and the boy immediately went silent.  You've raised
children – you know that just isn't natural.  There were a few times I
heard the boy crying in Dr. Goldman's office.  That usually happened right
after they had lunch together.  I thought it was a very strange
relationship and it bordered on cruel behavior.  The job was a dream job
for a mother with three little ones, but I couldn't stay and watch that sad
child.  I tried to get Dr. Goldman to let the child visit mine but he never
would.  The boy was afraid of his father.  That was easy to see.  Everyone
loved Dr. Goldman...except anyone who worked for him and his own son.
Seeing how harsh the man was to his son in the office, I couldn't imagine
how he must treat him at home.  And I didn't want to.  I came to work here
at the hospital and have been here ever since.  I heard there had been
complaints about the old doctor over at the Women's and Children's
Hospital.  I even know a couple of nurses who went to administration with
complaints.  Administration always shut them down and threatened them with
dismissal if they persisted.  Dr. Goldman brought far too much revenue in
and he had to be protected."

"In retrospect, I can understand.  The man treated my children and I saw a
couple of things I questioned later.  At the time I dismissed them,
thinking the man merely eccentric," I said.

"You are certainly not the first," she said.  "I think the old man fooled a
lot of people.  He had them believing he was a good natured Santa Claus
kind of guy when he was hiding something far more sinister.  I will tell
you – for a while he was the only pediatrician practicing in this town.
I took my three kids to a pediatrician in Birmingham and never regretted
it."

"Have you seen his son, Eli?" I asked her.

"Yes," she answered.  "He's a beautiful little boy.  I think he looks so
like his father when I first met him."

"I just hope Elliott wakes up soon," I said.  "Do you think it would be
okay if I gave him his bath today?" I asked.  I'm not a professional but I
do have a couple of boys at home.  I plan to stay with him as much as I can
and I'd like him all cleaned up and fresh when his son comes later."

"Of course," she said.  "I think the more that boy is here, the better.
After your injury I was beginning to doubt you were coming back to us.  You
had lost an awful lot of blood and you seemed pretty deep in your coma. I
think your handsome son played a big part in your recovery.  I'll never
forget when you woke up and realized your boy was alive and well.  It was a
very memorable moment for me and I've been nursing a lot of years."

I hugged her.

"I just hope we can get a good outcome for Elliott," I said.

After she left, she and a male nursing assistant came back with a stack of
fresh wash cloths, towels and bed sheets.  The orderly said he was going to
give Elliott a bed bath.  I offered to help and the young man accepted my
offer.  The nursing assistant told me he had only been there for about
three months.  He explained he was a nursing student at the U. and worked
as many hours at the hospital as his schedule permitted.  He was a pleasant
guy who was very helpful.

He showed me how to loosen the sheets and line the bed with towels as we
began the bath.  He untied the gown at the neck and removed it, covering
the lower part of Elliott's body with a dry towel while I gently washed his
chest and arms on one side.  I remembered Elliott had practically no hair
on his chest back at Southern when he was in college.  That had certainly
changed as he now had a dark, thick covering of black hair and thick black
fur n his pits.  I washed and carefully rinsed him.  We then put towels
under his left leg and washed it.  His thighs were as furry as one would
expect, given his hairy chest.  I soaped the leg and the foot, then
carefully rinsed.  As I lifted the leg to wash behind the knee, it was just
dead weight.

By now the orderly and I were on a first name basis.  His name was Ron.

I realized it was time to wash the crotch area and I looked at Ron.  He
nodded and I removed the towel covering his crotch.  He had a beautiful
crop of black pubes which looked as if it had never been touched by a
razor.  His cock was the beautiful cut cock I remembered from all those
years before.  His ball sac was larger now and covered in dark hair.  I
took a soapy cloth and began to wash thoroughly.  As I washed his cut cock,
I felt it firming in my hand.  He became about half hard, which I hadn't
expected.  He continued to harden until I finished washing and rinsing the
area.  I washed his other leg and went back up and got the other side of
his chest and his other arm.  Ron then showed me how to turn him to his
side and I washed his back.  He was getting some red spots and I recognized
that as early stages of skin breakdown.  I pointed it out to Ron and he
said he would tell the nurse and see if they could get him a special bed.
I washed his hairy butt.  It still looked as good as it had in college and
I felt my dick twitching a little as I made sure he was clean back there.
Ron had shown me how to cover my index finger with the wet cloth and insert
it slightly into his hole to be sure he was totally clean.  While we had
him on his side, Ron replaced the old sheet with a clean, fresh one.  After
turning him onto his back, we turned him the other way and completed the
sheet change.  I applied deodorant and brushed his teeth.  I had no idea
how exhausting it was to give a total bed bath and it made me appreciate
medical professionals more than ever.  I thanked Ron and he left us.  I
felt a sense of accomplishment, having been able to help Ron out a little
and in having helped take care of Elliott.  I sat back down at his bedside
and was holding his hand when the nurse returned.  Behind her were staff
members rolling a large Ken-air bed, designed to prevent skin breakdown.

"That was fast," I said.  "Ron must have reported signs of early skin
breakdown."

"Actually I saw it yesterday and ordered the bed," she said.  "We have a
limited number of these and none were available until this morning.  I
think we got it cleaned in record time and we can transfer Elliott to the
new bed."

We accomplished his transfer to the new bed easily with all four of us
assisting.  The nurse also handed me a bottle of lotion, suggesting I apply
it liberally to any red spots I discovered.  She left, shortly thereafter
returning with a snack tray for me.  I initially resisted, but she wasn't
having it so instead I thanked her and shortly she returned to give Elliott
his tube feeding.

She talked to him the entire time she was feeding him.  She spoke softly
about how he needed to wake up and come back to take care of his son.  I
realized I had badly misjudged this woman and what a good nurse and good
human being she really was.  When she finished the feeding, she suggested I
get in bed with him. She seemed to realize he had been through some type of
terrible trauma and would need a lot of love and support to come back and
carry on.

Before she left, we exchanged a very warm hug.  We also agreed we were
ready to be on a first name basis.  Her name was Betty Shepherd and she had
raised three children on her own.  Her husband had been killed shortly
after their third child was born in an industrial accident at a tire
factory.  She explained that she had been far too busy raising three kiddos
to ever date again and now her youngest was a senior at the U.  I explained
to her how I had lost my wife and had become a father to my boys.  I also
explained that Stewart and Flynn lived with us and how we had created a
family of our own.  Betty told me she had raised three sons, the oldest of
whom chose to go into the military right out of high school.  She said she
had objected, but it was what he wanted.  She said he is now married and
living his wife and her only grandson in Virginia, just outside D.C.  He
had completed college while in the military and now was employed at the
Pentagon.  Her middle son had majored in Chinese at Ohio State and was now
living his dream as an interpreter employed by the State department at the
United Nations.  He said he had come out to her as gay when he was fourteen
and he is now happily partnered to a buyer for Bloomingdale's about whom
she feels is another son.  Her baby is in his last year of undergrad at the
U. and is already accepted to Medical School at UAB.  She said she can
retire at any time but hasn't been able to make a decision about what she
wants to do after retirement.  She explained the tire company had provided
a generous settlement following the death of her husband and she had gotten
good advice and invested wisely.  She said all three of her boys had been
excellent students and all had pretty much completed college with minimal
assistance from her.  I discussed with her how hard it must have been
raising three boys by herself.

"Oh, I had help from friends," she said.  "But I guess I believed one
thing.  I always did my very best to be honest and to teach them to love
each other.  Believe me, the puberty years were rough, but I was determined
to give them good information that would keep them safe.  I taught them
they should never be ashamed of their bodies around me or anyone else.  The
most rewarding thing for me is to see them together.  They love each other
and I believe they would fight to the death for each other.  What more can
a mother ask?" she said.

"What more can anyone ask?" I said.

"I hope your friend makes it back," she said softly.  "His son needs him.
I also know if he doesn't come back, his son will be loved."

After Betty left us, I got back into bed with Elliott, putting my arm
around him.  I dozed again only to be awakened as light began to peek
through the windows.  I got up and grabbed a quick shower and brushed my
teeth, thanks to the essentials Ron, the nursing assistant had provided.  A
quick shave and I felt human again.  I turned on the television to a local
station with the volume very low.  Ron brought me a cup of coffee as he was
leaving.  He told me he had two classes this morning and then he would go
home and sleep, returning for another night shift this evening.  He thanked
me for my help with the bed bath and we said good-bye.

I was enjoying my coffee when I heard familiar voices in the hallway.  It
was Rick and Ren with our three little ones.  They came into the room and I
was covered with hugs and kisses from the little one and the big ones.  All
three little ones were in the bed with Elliott and covering him with kisses
on his face and his head.  I realized they didn't really know who this man
was, but knowing he was the father of their friend was enough for them to
love him.  Little Eli immediately had his hand on his dad's chest looking
for his daddy's chest fur which was covered by the gown.  I reached and
untied the gown letting it fall down below his nipples.  Eli immediately
had his hand in his daddy's dark fur and a bright smile broke on the little
boy's face.

"When can Eli go to school with us?" Landry asked.  "He really wants to and
Flynn and me have taught him everything we learn every day so he won't get
behind.  He knows all the letters and numbers we do."

Yeah," Flynn added.  "We've taught him everything we know and he's about as
smart as us."

"I tell you what, boys," I said.  "I'll get right on that this morning
after you leave and we'll see if we can't get him enrolled in Miss
Anderson's class."

They were satisfied with that.  I asked if the boys had a good time last
night and Ren told me they had a great time.  He said there were no signs
of what had happened during our little home invasion, but Rick and Jack had
filled him in on the events of the night.  They had kept the little ones
out of the kitchen just in case there might be some slivers of broken glass
and that's why they were so early.  The cleaning service had been scheduled
for this morning any way so things should be completely safe by the
afternoon.

Ren said that Poppy had gotten home pretty late after his dinner at Bea's
house.  He told me that Poppy had wanted to just sit and watch the little
ones as Kurt and Bradley read them to sleep.  He said Poppy had gone to
sleep in the chair but Ren said he had waked him up and got him to come
sleep with him.  He blushed as he said it so I knew Ren and Poppy had a
good night.  He said the fraternity guys had still been there on the patio
with Rhett, Rick and Gil when he headed to bed and they had been making
some kind of plan, but he wasn't aware of what they were planning.

Ren and Rick's plan was to bring Eli by for a quick visit with his dad,
then to take the little ones out to breakfast before heading for school.  I
thanked them for taking such care of the little ones and kissed my handsome
son.  Rick said his day was going to be crazy.  He had scheduled a meeting
with Rhett and the new orthopaedic surgeon to explain how his company could
help them set up their practice and get started immediately.  Things had
gotten complicated by a resignation.

Rick explained that the company would have one director in charge of
overseeing activities for an entire state.  Tennessee had been the first
state to go operational the day before and they had essentially no hitches.
Rick said the director they had hired there was hell on wheels, an older
nurse who had been a nursing instructor at Vanderbilt.  Alabama was to be
the second state to go operational and was scheduled to go operational next
Wednesday.  The snag was that Dr. Milesaps, the woman they had hired as the
Director of Operations for Alabama had changed her mind and planned to stay
on as Director of Nursing in Birmingham.  Rick said they had to replace her
and replace her fast in order to go operational in just under a week.  If
they couldn't find a replacement, it would jeopardize their entire business
plan.  He said he'd be having a phone conference with the Vanderbilt Guys
at ten to discuss and he was expecting Rhett and the new ortho to meet him
right after he took the boys to school.

I asked him if a doctorate was required for the position.  He said
absolutely not and he really hadn't been on board with the woman who had
been hired as Director for Alabama and who had elected not to come.  He
said a Bachelors degree was a requirement and a Masters was preferred but
it was really all about finding the right person with some administrative
experience and a sharp, quick mind.  I asked him to excuse me and watch the
boys for a couple of minutes while I went to the nurses' station and found
Nurse Betty.  I asked her to come to Elliott's room and she accompanied me
to the room.  I introduced her to Rick, whom she immediately remembered as
the friend from Nashville who came when I was a patient.  I suggested they
find a quiet place to chat and Betty suggested she had a break coming and
they could go to the cafeteria.

Right after they left, Rhett came in and greeted all of us.  I was really
curious about what had gone on with the frat boys after he and I left for
the hospital.  I was sure Rick had filled him in but he wasn't saying much.
He said they had done some planning, and we'd see it all play out through
the day if things went according to plan.

I was curious but it was approaching time for the boys to be heading to
school and I knew they still hadn't had breakfast.  He suggested he would
run to the cafeteria and get some breakfast for the boys and they could eat
here in the room as we watched the morning newscast at seven.  Ren went
with him and they were back within twelve minutes, loaded with food.  We
got the little ones settled and started on their breakfast.  I looked up
and Ren was sitting on the side of the bed, speaking quietly to Elliott,
one of his hands brushing Elliott's fine, dark hair from his forehead.
Rhett noticed too but said nothing.  We turned the volume up slightly on
the television as Liza Gurley appeared on the screen.

She was live in Montgomery for a special announcement of the Governor.
Within minutes, Governor Idiot showed up, looking as rough as ever.  As she
came on the screen, Rick slipped quietly back into the room.  The Governor
announced that it was her obligation, responsibility and privilege to fill
the vacancy on the Supreme Court of the State Alabama.  After much
consideration blah blah blah she had decided to appoint one of the finest
jurists in our fair state, a man of impeccable credentials and dedication
to the law.  I knew it was bullshit and she knew it was bullshit pouring
from her liquor-swilling lips.  She introduced Judge Bowers and announced
he would be filling the vacancy on the court, effective immediately.

Rick and Rhett smiled at each other and I knew something was afoot.  I just
had no idea what it might be.  On the TV screen there were at least a dozen
reporters gathered, hoping to get in some questions after the announcement
was made and the judge had accepted.  He was speaking about what an honor
it was for him and his family when it was obvious pagers and cell phones
were going off among the press gathered for the announcement.  An aide to
the governor, took one of her arms and whispered something in her ear.  She
looked annoyed and tried to brush him away, but the aide persisted.  About
thirty seconds later, the governor abruptly walked away and back into the
state capitol building, even as Judge Bowers continued spewing his
bullshit.  It was a most unusual scene.

No one seemed to know what was going on.  The governor had left abruptly
and the Judge was left standing at the podium with only his wife.  No one
was paying any attention to the judge or his wife as all the reporters were
busy looking at their cell phones and talking unintelligibly with others.
Liza went to commercial, promising to be back in two minutes with a
continuation of their special overage.  Rick and Rhett were high-fiving and
I knew some plan had been enacted at my house last night and apparently it
was working.

When Liza came back on the screen, reporters were shouting questions at the
new Supreme Court Justice.  We couldn't make out what the reporters were
asking and the Judge and his wife were apparently attempting to leave the
capitol and return to their vehicle.  Reporters were in their way,
clamoring for answers to their questions.  When Liza came back on, she
appeared rattled.  In the background, we saw the judge and his wife get
into their vehicle and speed off but only after we saw Old Judge Bowers
slap the cell phone out of a reporter's hand angrily.

Liza announced that while the judge was speaking, her pager and her cell
phone had gone off.  She said she and other reporters, television, radio,
and print reporters, had been sent video of an almost naked young man to
their cell phones.  It was being alleged the handcuffed boy was the son of
the new Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court.  Liza said every attempt at
authenticating the videos would be made at this time, then they returned to
regular programming, which was the local news broadcast.

There was very obviously confusion among the media.  First of all the
footage and photos they had all received were unauthenticated.  Still,
there was a great deal of pressure to beat other outlets to the punch with
any news.  Rhett and Rick explained to me that after we had left the night
before, they and the guys pooled and shared all their photos and videos
with each other.  They then compiled a list of all the media in the state
they could find cell numbers for.  They split up the list and agreed they
would all send videos and photos at the beginning of the governor's press
conference this morning.  That was exactly what they had done and it had
served to create total chaos in the state.

"He may still be the big dick on the court, but he'll also be a laughing
stock," Rick chuckled.  "If your drunken bitch of a governor has any brain
cells left, she'll rescind that appointment before noon."

"Is Little Bobby still in jail?" I asked.

"I'm sure he is," Rhett said.  "Otherwise he would have been in Montgomery
with his mommy and daddy.  From the information we gathered, that was the
plan.  The family was to be there for the coronation."

After many hugs and lots of kisses, Rick left with the boys headed to
school while Eli stayed with us, dozing and content beside his father.
Rhett sat on the bed beside Elliott, stroking his forehead gently.
Watching them, I realized Rhett had loved the boy as much as I had.

"That was quite a plan you guys made," I said.  "I still can't believe what
I just saw."

"I just wish we could see all the station managers, news directors and
newspaper publishers in this state right now tripping over their dicks
trying to figure out what they can show, how they can show it and how to be
the first to do it," Rhett said.  "They were also sent pictures and videos
of Little Bobby shitting in the crock pot and they were told every other
media outlet would have it.  I'm sure they all have their staffs trying to
figure out just how little they can pixelate the footage and air it before
anyone else does without running afoul of the FCC."

"That's a great thought," I said.  "Rhett, I'd really like to ask you
something.  I'm a little embarrassed to even bring it up but I really am
curious."

"Shoot, Rob," he said.  "We have no secrets."

"Well, I was helping Ron, the nursing assistant with Elliott's bedbath
earlier," I explained.  "When we got to his crotch, I started soaping his
dick and he started to get hard.  I guess it just surprised me.  I know it
was a physiological response to a stimulus, but I have begun to wonder if
anyone has ever seriously looked at the impact of physical intimacy on a
person's level of consciousness."

"You shouldn't feel stupid for asking that," Rhett said.  "Anything but
stupid.  My personal belief is that intimate contact can be a very
important factor.  There are others who believe that but we mostly stay
quiet about it.  The only study I know of ever being done was in Atlanta at
a leading head trauma center called the Lamb Center about ten years ago.
Several neurosurgeons, neuropsychologists, and neurologists devised a small
study to investigate sexual intimacy as a factor in recovery of patients
with trauma.  It was very hush hush because of the sensitive nature of the
study.  Unfortunately, before any data could be analyzed, a bunch of
religious fanatics heard about it and shut it down.  It was quite a scandal
within the medical community and almost shut down the center.  As far as I
know, no one since has had the courage to investigate it.  You're right,
Elliott was likely just responding to a physical stimulus – that being
your soapy hand on his cock.  But we really have no idea of any thought
processes which might be going on What happened at the center was an
unconscious male patient was being stimulated with either a hand job or a
blow job – I never knew which – while a neurologist was performing an
EEG.  The nurse freaked out and blew the whistle.  The study collapsed
because administrators weren't willing to take the potential heat.  I have
heard that there were promising results but the results were said to be
inconclusive and, as far as I know, there haven't been further attempts to
determine a correlation.  I think it is an area which deserves study but
funding in these days of right wing nutjobs would be near impossible."

"Do you think sexual stimulation could potentially be harmful to a
patient?" I asked.

"Assuming there are no other risk factors, I don't see how," he said.  "The
only danger I could see is if the patient in the study were female and the
activity involved actual intercourse.  There have been a few cases of
comatose females ending up pregnant."

He finished his statement just as a tap on the door came.  Jeff and Matt,
two of the fraternity council guys from the night before walked in.

"Hey, guys, good to see you," I said.  "Is there something we can do for
you?"

"There sure is," Jeff said.  "You can grab your jacket and go home and get
some rest.  Rhett told us you're still recovering from a nasty fall and
need your rest.  Matt's going to drive you home and I'm going to stay here
with Elliott till Barry relieves me at noon.  You're going to go home and
get some rest and we're going to stay here and get some studying done and
monitor Elliott."

"No guys," I began...

"Yes, guys," Rhett said.  "After you and I left the meeting, Rick shared
Elliott's situation with the group.  You know we consider each other
brothers.  Our `E' brothers are here to help out.  If you refuse them,
they'll miss an opportunity to learn about the real meaning of brotherhood.
Wouldn't you agree?"

"I know when I'm beaten," I said.  "Thanks so much.  Just know we are all
brothers and we'll all be here when we're needed."

"And Matt," Rhett said, "when you get home make sure my patient there puts
some antibiotic ointment on his stapled forehead and that he gets some
rest.  It look like there's been none applied today."

"Color it done, doc," the boy said.

 After exchanging hugs, Matt, Eli, and I headed for home.  On the way home,
we did a drive-thru at Buttfuck's for a real cup of coffee.  I wasn't
feeling terribly sleepy as I had gotten a good deal of sleep at the
hospital.  Nonetheless I figured it would be nice to stretch out in a fresh
bed with nice clean sheets.

I figured Matt would drop me off and then leave, but when he got to the
parking pad in front of the guest house, he turned off the ignition and
proceeded to come in with me.

"You're going to come in for a visit?" I asked.

"Only if you invite me," he said.  "I'm following doctor's orders to get
some antibiotic cream on those staples, then I'll leave you alone, if you
like."

"And if I didn't want you to leave."

"Then I'd stay," he said. "I don't have a class until two and I was told my
job was to take care of you today.  I intend to do my job,"

We encountered Poppy, wearing only a towel and headed to the pool.  He
insisted on taking Eli from us and the two of them headed up to the pool.

Matt and I went into the guest house.  I was very aware of his sexiness and
I loved his fragrance.

I asked him what fragrance he was wearing.  He said it was Aramis and he
had worn it since he was a sophomore.  His drama teacher had given it to
him after their first sexual encounter.

"So you had an older lover for your first too?" I asked.

"First and only unless you count beating off with a bunch of boys having a
lover," he said.  "I was really crushing on my teacher, although he was
twice my age.  His son was actually my best friend.  I was terrified my
friend would find out about us and hate me,"

"Did he ever find out?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Matt said.  "He went to Auburn and I haven't seen him
since we graduated high school.  I was really afraid one weekend when we
all went camping.  It was a father son kind of trip during our senior year
but my dad couldn't make it.  I slept in the tent with my teacher and his
son.  During the night he came and got into my sleeping bag with me.  I was
afraid to even breathe, terrified his son would wake up and catch his dad
with his dick in my mouth."

"Did he do the same for you?" I asked.

"No, not a single time," the boy said.  "He'd let me take mine out and beat
it while I sucked him, but if I didn't cum before he did, I was shit out of
luck.  He shut down as soon as he got off and pretended nothing had ever
happened.  Until the next time his dick was hard."

"Sorry, son," I said.  "That's not a nice way to treat anyone."

"It's okay," he said.  "I didn't get it as rough for me as a couple of the
other guys he played with.  He raped a freshman and tore him pretty badly.
It was all hushed up because the kid's dad was a city attorney and the
mayor didn't want the scandal.  The kid transferred to Catholic High and
nothing ever came out.  My teacher started trying to touch my behind and
put his finger in me.  I told the teacher I wasn't interested in that.  He
started pushing me one night when we were at his house.  His son was in
another room and his wife was out of the house.  He started grabbing my ass
so I told him if he didn't stop, I would yell for his son.  He stopped all
that and got his usual blow job.  Please don't think I'm saying he molested
me.  I wanted to play as much as he did.  I was a late developer and had
never done anything with anyone.  I didn't even start beating my meat till
he came along.  I dated a few girls in high school, but nothing ever got
serious.  You'd be surprised how many guys in our frat are actually virgins
and haven't done anything with boys or girls.  And we have hit 100% with
being tested for HIV and everyone in the frat is negative.  Gil pushed for
that and several other of the other fraternities are following suit."

He was gently rubbing the cream into my wound now.  I was sitting on the
edge of the massage table with him standing between my legs.  I loved the
way he smelled and his minty, warm breath on my face.  I found myself
really wanting to kiss the boy but wasn't willing to risk pushing him into
something he might not really want.  I gave him a kiss on the cheek.  I
asked him if he would turn on the television with the volume on low while I
got sodas for both of us.  I told Matt I was feeling like a lie-down and
told him I'd be fine.  If he wanted to stick around, he was welcome to use
the hot tub or the pool.  He asked if he could lie down with me.  I told
him that would be fine.  I had started to strip, but decided to leave my
boxer briefs on as I could feel my dick becoming tumescent.  I got into the
bed, covered only with a sheet.  At first he stayed fully clothed and sat
far away on the other side of the bed.

"Would you mind if I undressed too?" he asked.

"Why would I mind that?" I asked.  "You're as nice to look at as you are to
listen to.  I could listen to you read the phone book with that voice of
yours."

"Thanks, Rob," he said.  "You really think I'm nice to look at?" he asked.
"I was kind of the fat kid in junior high school and even after I lost the
weight, I've always felt like the fat kid."

"Son, you've got a helluva beautiful body on you," I said.

He was down to a bright white pair of plain Jockey underwear at this point
as he climbed onto the bed and got under the sheet, on the opposite side of
the bed.

"You still wear tighty whities," I observed.  "Most of the other guys wear
different underwear now don't they?"

"Yeah, they do," Matt said.  "My dad always wore tighty whities and I
always thought he looked so great.  I still wear them almost all the time.
I guess it's kind of a sign of masculinity for me since my dad always wore
them.  I used to get to go to the golf course with him on Saturdays.  I
loved being in the locker room with him and his friends.  My dad was always
the best looking guy in the group and I remember how my willy would get
hard looking at him.  I guess that's why I was so susceptible to my
teacher's advances."

"Are you and your dad still close?" I asked.

"Not so much," Matt said.  "He wanted me to follow him into the medical
field but I never cared about that.  He's made it clear that he thinks the
acting profession, like any other profession in the arts, is for sissyboys.
Dad was the first endocrinologist to practice here.  His dream was for me
to follow his footsteps, but that wasn't for me.  It's created a lot of
distance."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Matt," I said.  As we had been talking the image
of Liza Gurley came onto the television screen.  I reached for the remote
and turned up the volume as she was showing video of earlier in the day
when Judge Bowers had been appointed Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme
court.  The news conference had been aborted prematurely, with the governor
leaving quickly and the judge and his wife heading for their car.  Liza was
now showing video of the events which occurred at my home the previous
night when the judge's son had been arrested and carried away in handcuffs,
nude except for the top one-third of a tee shirt.  Liza was speaking.

"This is footage which has now been confirmed s Judge Bowers' son, Robert,
Jr., who was arrested last night in our city for vandalism and assault,"
Liza reported.  The video you are seeing was released concurrently with the
governor's press conference earlier today when Judge Bowers was appointed
to the vacancy on the state supreme court.  We were unable to get any
comment from the judge and it is believed he and his wife are en route to
their home, where their son is being held in the county jail, pending his
arraignment.  We have reporters at Judge Bowers' chambers and at the
country jail, awaiting something from the judge or his wife.  The governor
has chosen not to comment on the situation, other than saying this must be
some mistake and standing by her selection of Judge Bowers and her
continued support for him.  This is Liza Gurley reporting..."

I turned the volume back down to a whisper.

"That was quite a scene last night," Matt said.  "Your friend Rick is a
badass," he chuckled.  "My favorite part was when he made the boys eat that
crockpot full of chili Bobby took a shit in.  Did you see him dump a whole
container of crushed red pepper flakes in the chili before he made them eat
it?"

"No," I said.  "There was so much going on I missed that.  Must have burned
the hell out of those mean little fuckers' mouths."

"Oh yeah," he said.  "They were both begging for water but your friend made
them plead.  Then he pissed in a Mason jar and made them drink it.  They
were both retching like crazy but their mouths were on fire so both of them
drank it.  We all pissed in the jar and those boys drank every drop."

"I hope that was caught on video too," I said.

"I'm sure of it," he said.  "I caught some of it on my phone."

I laughed softly as I realized I was nodding off.  I only dozed for about a
half hour when I awoke.  I realized Matt had moved a little bit closer to
me in the bed but our bodies were still not touching.  Then I felt his warm
hand on my left thigh. I looked over at him.  He smiled and I returned the
smile.

"Does that bother you?" he asked quietly.

"Not in the least," I said.  "Your hand feels really nice."

"My dad didn't think so," he said.  "It's true the distance between us grew
when I decided to pursue a career in the arts.  But something happened when
I was in the eighth grade.  We had a place at the lake.  Sometimes after
swimming or waterskiing all afternoon dad would go in the big bedroom in
the back of the house.  One of my favorite things was to go and lie down
beside him.  He'd always be wearing nothing but his tight white jockey
shorts and I'd do the same.  He would be sound asleep and I'd sometimes
just touch him as he slept.  I loved the feel of his course hair and the
way he smelled.  I'd occasionally get brave enough to touch the bulge in
his underwear.  He was a sound sleeper, but one day I went too far.  He was
taking a nap and I had joined him.  He was sleeping soundly and he had put
his arm around me, which wasn't unusual.  But I couldn't resist touching
him.  That day, I carefully slid my hand under the waistband of his
underwear.  It wasn't the first time I'd done it, but it was always scary
as I didn't know how he would react if he woke up.  That day, I had my hand
feeling of his thick, coarse black pubes.  He was starting to get erect and
he shifted a little.  My hand was directly on his hardening dick.  It felt
as hot to me as a hot poker and I couldn't resist touching and exploring.
That day he woke up.  He knew immediately what was going on.

"Matt," he said, "I think you better go back to your room right now."

"I tried to apologize but he wasn't having it," the boy said.  "From that
day on, he stopped taking naps in his underwear.  He never let me go to the
golf course with him again and he pretty much cut me out.  I think part of
the reason I chose the arts was to deprive him of the satisfaction of
following in his steps."

The handsome boy's hand was now slowly edging under the waistband of my
boxer briefs.

"If I'd known that, I'd have worn a pair of tighty whities for you," I
whispered.

"You really don't mind?" he asked.

"Not at all, son," I said.  "I will warn you though.  Turn-about is fair
play.  You can explore all you want but I reserve the right to do the same
to you.'

I then heard him moan as he wrapped his hot hand around my now hard cock.
I put my arm around the boy and pulled him close, giving him free reign
over my body.  I could tell how much this boy had craved the freedom to
explore a man's body as he raised my left arm and began to lick my pit and
feel my bushy ginger hair.  He then raised the other and explored it.  I
giggled a little as it tickled.  He apologized but I told him what he was
doing felt great.  I wanted to grab the boy and start feeling him and
kissing him but I realized he had never felt in control before in a sexual
situation.  It was almost as if he couldn't decide what to to touch or
taste next.  His hand would stroke my dick for a while, then both hands
would be teasing my furry nipples.  Then I would feel one of his hands on
my fuzzy tummy and then gently squeezing my daddy nuts.  I could feel the
pre-cum dripping from my hard-on soaking my briefs.  Matt felt the wetness
and scooped some onto his finger.  He held it up and smiled at me.  I
opened my mouth and he fed it to me, immediately afterward kissing me to
share it.  His mouth was hot and fresh and smelled like cinnamon.  The boy
knew how to kiss.  I wasn't sure where he had learned of if it was just a
natural talent, but he knew how to use his mouth and his tongue and he had
me hot in short order.  I knew I wanted to feel that hot mouth on my hard
dick but I didn't want him to feel forced to service me the way he had felt
with his teacher.  I was patient and continued to be the passive partner.
It wasn't long before he flipped on top of me, his crotch against mine and
his legs spread wide.  I loved the feel of the coarse black hair on his
chest against my own.  He leaned down to kiss me and I sucked his entire
tongue into my mouth.  As I sucked on his tongue there was a power shift.
I knew it was time to take control, so I flipped him onto his back and
pinned his hands over his head.  We were both laughing softly.  He knew I
had taken control and I sensed he wanted me to.  I think he expected me to
get my hard dick out and shove it in his mouth but I didn't.  Instead I
went for his underwear and had them around his thighs before he knew what
was happening.  I scooted down and took his beautiful rock-hard five-inch
cut cock in my mouth and went all the way down on it.  It was a thick cock
and it filled my mouth.  He gasped and was momentarily paralyzed by the
sensations.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck," he yelled, as he started pumping his cock into my
mouth.  I managed to get his underwear off and threw them onto the floor as
I continue to suck on his hard, beautiful cock.  He was facefucking me like
a champ now and I sensed it wouldn't take much.  I began to knead his butt
cheeks and he loved that.  He was like a wild boy as he pumped his hardon
into and out of my mouth.  He had lost any inhibitions now as he just tried
to get his nut using my wet, hot mouth.  I wanted to wet a finger, but my
mouth was otherwise occupied so I touched my dry index finger to his hole.
The second my finger made contact with his hole, he exploded in my mouth,
shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my throat.  He came a huge load
of boy cream and I didn't really get to taste it, he had shot so deeply.  I
could tell his cut cockhead would be supersensitive, so I kept completely
still as he began to calm down from his climax.

He eventually removed his softening cock from my mouth carefully and I
guided him to lie beside me, both of us on our backs.  I put my arm around
him and quietly told him what a sexy boy he was as he dozed peacefully.  I
awoke about an hour later, after a quick nap.  Matt continued to doze
quietly, I again heard Liza Gurley's voice on the television.  I turned it
up just enough to hear her but not to disturb my sleeping boy.  Liza looked
as if her crew had set up at a service station with a small bar-b-q hut
beside it.  She was just north of Birmingham on I-65 at the Ugly Pig
Bar-b-q and she and the crew had pulled over for an update.  Liza reported
that additional videos and shocking photos had been received by news
outlets, most of which they were unable to show.  She said it had been
confirmed that Bobby Bowers and another young man were incarcerated in the
county jail following an incident which occurred on the previous evening.
Liza also had new reporting indicating young Bobby had been scheduled to
join his parents for the early morning announcement of his father's
elevation to the state high court.  She reported he was to have met his
parents at the capitol but he never showed up.  Liza reported Bobby was an
honor student at the University, according to his mother.  Newly released
video showed the boy, looking mad and sullen, sitting at a table, eating
food from a crockpot.  It also showed him drinking from a Mason jar and it
was clear the liquid was not clean, fresh water.  A couple of times the boy
retched on camera, but she made no comment about that.  The boy looked
rough, shown only from the waist up, his flabby, hairy boytits flopping and
nasty looking with chili running down his chest.  Liza said he and his
friend were scheduled to be in court at noon for arraignment and said she
would interrupt regular programming with updates as indicated throughout
the day.

As I turned the television volume back down to a whisper, I heard a soft
tapping at the door.  Jack poked his head in and I motioned that Matt was
asleep.  I got up and joined him in the other bedroom.

"What a day," an excited Jack said.  "It's unbelievable over at the U.
Everybody knows about the incident with Bobby although not a soul knows
where it happened.  We all pledged to keep as many of the details to
ourselves as long as we could to protect your privacy.  But the unpixelated
videos and photos are all over social media.  It's really great.  Everybody
is now referring to Bobby as Bobby Bowels and his father as Judge Bowels."

We shared a big laugh on that one.

"It's impossible to get on social media without seeing him taking a crap in
that pot of chili, his jumbo white ass on full display.  No way he'll ever
show his face in this town," the boy said.  "One of the reporters on
Channel 19 even slipped up and called him Bobby Bowels!  They cut to
commercial really, really quickly."

"Have you talked to Rick at all today?" I asked.

"Yes, but only briefly," he said.  "We were supposed to have lunch but he
had to cancel.  The Vanderbilt boys were coming to town to meet a
replacement director for the state and he said today would be a
clustere-eff."

"You sweet boy," I said.  "You know I won't think badly of you if you say
`fuck' in front of me, don't you?"

"Of course I do," he said.  "Bradley and I just want to be careful about
not slipping up and saying it in front of the little ones.  We know how
careful you guys are."

"Come here to me" I said.

I pulled the handsome boy on the bed beside me and kissed him.  He
responded and we kissed again, longer this time.

"You sexy little fucker," I said.  "You make me crazy horny."

"After you've had a morning with that sexy chocolate boy?" he asked.

"Even after a morning with sexy chocolate boy or anyone else," I said.
"You don't know how sexy you are, do you?"

"I know how sexy you are, ginger god," he said as we lay back on the bed
and started kissing.

"I've wanted you inside me ever since I heard about you fucking Rick on the
golf course," I said.  "I've been fantasizing it was me you were fucking
while someone watched."

"Fucking you was one of the most special moments of my life," Jack said.
"I never thought that would happen and when it did, I couldn't forget it.
I've fantasized about it happening again."

"Why fantasize?" I asked.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said.

"When?" he asked?

"Right now," I said.

He started tearing off his clothes like a madman and I dropped the robe I
had grabbed when I left the bed.  We were both naked in a flash and he
grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside table as we bounced onto his
big bed.  In a flash he had his index finger lubed and rubbing my hole.  I
was already hot as he worked the lubricant into my manhole.  He kissed me
deeply as he pulled his hand away and rolled me onto my back, lifting both
my legs and pinning my knees to my chest.  He lined his hard cock up with
my hole.  I could feel the cool, lubricated tip of his tapered cock.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said.

"What do you want, Rob?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me, you beautiful son of a bitch" I said.

He entered me, smoothly and deeply.  I gasped as I felt his beautiful
tapered cock slide all the way into me.  It was an amazing feeling.  There
was no pain, just a feeling of fullness as he bottomed out, his smooth
pubis against my hairy hole.  He held the position and kissed me deeply
until I was ready for some movement.  I began to wiggle my butt just a
little and he knew that was the sign.  He started fucking me with nice,
long, slow strokes at first.  I loved the way this beautiful, smooth boy
fucked me.  I loved the way he kissed me.  I loved the taste of him and the
smell of him with just the slight scent of Old Spice.

One minute he was on his knees sliding that hard cock in and out of my hole
and the next minute, he jumped up and was on his feet on the bed, his legs
bent at the knees and he was rabbitfucking me.  He held my legs and kissed
my knees and licked my thighs as he pounded that beautiful cock in and out
of me.  It felt so good I was near the point of tears but all I could do
was gasp with pleasure.  Then he pulled out and turned me onto my side,
holding one of my legs into the air as he got behind me and watched as his
dick slide right back into my ready-to-be-fucked hole.  I could feel him
watching as his dick went in and out of me and that turned me on.  The
thought of that beautiful cock fucking in and out of my slick, hairy hole
was beautifully obscene.  He reached around as I started beating my meat
and took my hand off my prick.  I allowed him to do that and he continued
to pound me.  Then he pulled out of me and gently guided me onto my back.
We locked eyes as he slowly lifted my legs and he again lined up his slick,
hard dick with my hole.

"Breed me, you beautiful boy," I said.

He did just that.  He started pounding my hole again and in a couple of
minutes, his body went rigid and he moaned very loudly.  I was sure it
would have awakened Matt.  And I was right.  Matt was awake and had been
watching from the bedside unknown to me.  I had no idea how long the boy h
ad been watching and I didn't care.  Jack was still collapsed on top of me,
his breathing fast as he came down from his hard climax.  His cock still
felt hard inside me as he eased my legs down to the bed.  We were both
sweaty as he lay on top of me and kissed me passionately, even as he
reached out a hand to Matt, pulling the naked boy onto the bed with us.  I
could see that Matt was hard again.  I had been thoroughly fucked – as
thoroughly as ever in my life, but I sensed Jack wanted to watch and I was
ready to go.  I had found this young black boy sexy from the day I met him
and I knew he had never fucked anyone.  Jack rolled off, lying close beside
me.  He looked me in the eye as his slick finger went back to my still
slick, bred hole.

"You want more?" he asked me, stroking Matt's thick cock.

"You want to watch?" I asked.

"You bet, "he said with his beautiful smile.

"Let's do it," I said, spreading my legs and showing my freshly fucked
manhole.

Jack reached for the lubricant and began to apply it to Matt's thick cock.

"I've never..." the boy began.

"I know that," Jack said.  "Rob knows that.  It's time to learn, if you're
ready."

"Oh fuck yeah," he said.  Jack guided me to my knees in the middle of his
big bed.  He then crawled over and hit Matt's cock with the lube.  He got
it slicked up and I could hear Matt moaning.

"I've got to have a taste of that first," Jack said, wiping the lube from
the boy's cock and taking it into his mouth all the way.  Matt moaned as
Jack swallowed his thick, hard cock.  He sucked it for a few minutes,
getting it soaked in his juices.  He led Matt on his knees directly behind
where I was kneeling, waiting to be bred again.  I could feel Jack taking
Matt's cock in his hand and lining it up with my hole.  I felt the boy
tease me a little with his fingers and I moaned as he did that.  Jack lined
up the boy's cock with my hole and told him to wait for a second as Jack
squatted right above my face so he could see my face as Matt's cock entered
me.  "Okay, Matt, let him have it," Jack said.  "He's wet and slick and it
won't hurt.  Let him have it nice and slow and all the way in.  I felt
Matt's cock as it first made contact then as he began to slide it in.
There was some pain as the boy's cock was very thick, but it was tolerable
and went away as he grazed my p-spot.  The boy had his dick all the way in
me.  I felt stuffed as he immediately began an in and out motion.

"Nice and slow at the beginning," Jack coached him.  "Let him get used to
feeling full."

"Oh fuck, that's so tight," Matt moaned as he fucked in and out, slowly at
first but building steam.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked me as Matt started fucking me faster.

"Oh yeah, buddy, feels great," I answered.  "If you're in the mood, Matt
might like to try some butt play."

The boy knew exactly what I meant as he moved on his knees behind Matt as
he continued to plow my hole with his hard, thick cock.

I felt Matt's cock as it hit my spot on every stroke.  It was sliding up
against my sensitive gland with each and every thrust the boy made.  When I
heard Matt cry out, I knew Jack had hit the boy's virgin hole with his wet,
hot tongue.  Matt was moaning loudly now as he continued to pump his cock
in and out of me and as Jack's tongue was licking his hole for the first
time in his life.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the boy said as he pounded my hole faster and faster.
There was no letting up as the boy pounded me for a good ten minutes.  We
were both sweating now as he pounded harder and harder, determined to seed
my manhole.

"Fuck me, Matty," I said.  "Fuck me as hard as you want to.  I can take it.
I like it.  I love the feel of your fat cock in me."

That did it for the boy.  He pounded my ass with long, deep strokes several
time and then he went rigid and he was panting for breath as he hit me with
five hard whole-body thrusts.  I could feel his cum shoot into me and he
collapsed.  We both rolled onto our sides, still connected as the last of
his seed made its way inside me.  All three of us lay there naked for a
while when I heard a tapping on the door.  Matt was dozing again and so was
Jack so I got up, grabbed a towel for my waist and answered the door.  I
found an excited Rhet.

"Holy God, Rob!" he said.  "Your friend Rick and his Nashville buds are
fucking miracle workers.  The Nashville guys, Larry and Mack, loved your
nurse Betty and she's hired as the Alabama Director for compMed.  It's a
done deal and I've met with all of them and with Mark Lambert, the
orthopaedic surgeon I was telling you about.  We will have a sports clinic
open and seeing patients ten days from now.  They've accomplished what
would have taken months before their new program.  They found great space
for the clinic, got contracts signed, permits taken care of, furnishings
and equipment rented – everything.  We'll be accepting appointments
starting next Wednesday when it goes operational in Alabama and we'll be
the first office they've done.  Their whole program is unbelievable.  I
hired a Physician's Assistant by a face time interview and Russ is coming
on with us full time.  I tell you, it's fucking unbelievable.  Not only
that, but Coach Ennis wants us to do the physicals for all those players
who never got them done though the city paid.  He's paying double to
protect the school from liability.  We're starting as soon as I can get a
shower and meet Brett back at his office.  We're doing the first one in
about an hour and a half.  This has really been sudden, but Mark and Russ
and I are super excited.  The big ortho group is really pissed that we took
the contract for medical services with the school, but they'll have to suck
it up."

By the way, I was supposed to mention something to for Gil," I said.

"If you're talking about the birth control pills for his daughter, it's
taken care of.  I had him bring her by the hospital this morning.  I did a
short physical exam and found no reason not to prescribe.  If Gil has
picked up the prescription, she may have already started them."

"You're a wonder, yourself," I said.  "I'm so very excited for you guys.
Is there anything I can do to help out?"

Not that I can think of," he said.  "Unless you know offhand of an
apartment or office space near the high school.  We have committed to Coach
Ennis to be at every practice and every game so I think if we could find
accommodations near the school for us to use at least for a while, it would
be great."

"Color it done, Rhett," I said.  "Kurt's house is a very short walk from
the school and it's sitting empty.  I know he'll be glad to rent it to you.
He's having difficulty with the thought of moving back there and I think
he's been considering selling it.  I'm sure he'll rent it to you.  I'll
call him right now and you can swing by to take a look."

He walked up to me as he was undressing and heading to the shower.

"I haven't been this excited in a very, very long time and none of this
would have happened if you hadn't busted your fucking head wide open," he
said.

"Funny how life works," I replied as I dialed Kurt's number.  I spoke with
Kurt briefly and when Rhett came out of the shower drying his hair, I gave
him the good news.

"Kurt says his house is yours as long as you need it," I told him.  He's
been considering a sale but he isn't quite ready so he would love it if you
guys can use it."

"I'll be happy to pay him," Rhett said.

"You guys can work all that out," I said.  "I've been there once and it has
a great hot tub."

We exchanged evil little smiles.  I handed him to piece of paper on which I
had written the door code for Kurt's placem.

"Damn, if I had one of those massage tables, we could do the physicals
there instead of the field house," he said.

"Say no more," I said.  "If Derrick's guys are still working you'll have
one there in time for your first physical.  If you'll walk me up to the
main house and help me down the stairs, I believe we can meet your needs."

He didn't even bother to dress but threw his towel over on the bed and we
walked up to the main house.  Poppy and Eli were still in the pool, playing
happily.

Rhett and I went into the house.  I led him into the pantry and over to the
stairs, which he had never seen.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"Kind of a hidden stairway," I said.  "Don't say a word to the boys.  It's
a birthday surprise for Ren."

He held me tightly as we went down the stairs.  I made it without a
problem.  The place was a mess of dust in the air.  I could see Jacko was
cleaning up the loose grout from the laying of the tile.

"Jacko," I said.  "I'm so glad you're here.  Is there any way you might do
me a huge favor?"

"Anything at all," he said.

I could see, as the brown dust settled after he stopped sweeping that he
was working nude.  I realized Rhett was also nude.  It was clear Rhett
liked what he saw in Jacko's slight but muscular hairy body.  It was hard
to miss his thick, dangling uncut cock, even covered in the nasty grout.

"Is there any way you might take a break and deliver one of these massage
tables over to the high school?" I asked.

"You bet," Jacko said.  "Just give me an address and if you've got someone
to help me load it, it's as good as there."

"I can help," Rhett said.

"If it's going to be near the high school, that will be great," Jacko said.
I was supposed to pick Tommy up from school early so he could help finish
up the tile clean-up this afternoon.  The guys are due in the morning to
install the gang shower tower and I'd like to have all that dust out of
there."

Rhett and Jacko lifted the table and began moving it up the stairs
carefully, so as not to scratch the table or the walls.  They accomplished
it without too much trouble and it was on Jacko's truck before we knew it.

"I guess I better run back down and get dressed," Rhett said.  "I didn't
realize I was naked."

"Yeah, same here," Jacko said.  "As Rob knows, we often work naked down
there because it's so damned messy.  The grout and tile mess is pretty much
the last of the really messy jobs so I guess we won't have an excuse for
being naked after that."

"You don't need an excuse to be naked around our place," I said.  "Jacko,
you and your little brother are welcome to go naked around here any time.
I was hoping you and he would hit the pool."

"I was hoping I could but things got busy and I haven't made it yet," he
said.

"We're not in that big a rush," Rhett said.  "Why don't you come down and
join me in the shower before we go."

Rhett winked at me.  I knew he had just gotten out of the shower but I let
him go with it.  Apparently he wanted a better look at Jacko.  They headed
for the guest house while I stopped off to say hello to Poppy and Eli.  He
told me he was about to come in and change and dress Eli so they could meet
Bea for a late lunch.

"She's picking us up here and then we're having a driving lesson," he said.
"I think it will all come back but I haven't driven myself in years.  That
was my uppity wife's idea.  She always insisted on having a driver.  I kept
a driver's license and after she left, I didn't have the heart to let old
Ralph go.  He's ready to retire and move to Michigan with his daughter, so
after this week, I'll be behind the wheel again.

"Why don't you guys take the Beemer convertible?" I suggested.  "I bet Eli
will love it as much as my Landry does."

"Thanks for the offer," Poppy said.  "If it's good with Bea, we may do
that.  I'm going to take the boy upstairs and get him showered and dressed
then I guess I'll have to put some clothes on myself."

The man's tan was more beautiful than ever.  He still had a creamy white
ass which contrasted with the darkness of his legs and upper body.  I knew
what a hot little ass it was and I also knew it had never been fucked.  I
felt my dick going hard so I headed to the guest house.  If I was hoping
for respite from hardons I was in the wrong place.  As I went in, I looked
over into the shower where Rhett was on his knees sucking off Jacko's
thick, uncut cock.  Jacko was leaned against the wall, enjoying the feel of
the hot water on his body and Rhett's hot, talented mouth on his veiny
dick.  I went ahead and got my clothes on and gave them a quiet applause
after Jacko shot his load in Rhett's mouth.

"Thanks for the show, guys," I said.  "If there had been more time, I'd
have crashed the party.  I went in and woke Jack and Matt, telling Matt it
would soon be time for him to leave for his two o'clock class.  Jack said
he was going to pick up Bradley at school and then pick up our boys.  I
told him that we were running a table over to Kurt's and he looked puzzled.
I explained what was going on and he and Matt hit the showers.  As they
were getting into the shower, both boys waved me over.

"Don't be worried when we aren't home right after school.  I'm getting the
boys, then picking up Bradley.  We're taking the boys for a swim in the
college pool if that's okay with you," he said.  "It's something we've been
promising them.

"That's great," I said.  "The boys will love that.

The boys pulled me in for a hug.  As I hugged them, Jack whispered
something to me.

"Matt wants you to take his cherry."

I looked at Matt and the boy nodded.

A daddy's work is never done, I thought happily to myself.