Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2020 14:33:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 667 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 66 It was time for the late local news so I decided to see if there were any updates before settling in with Elliott. I sat in the chair beside him as the news broadcast began. Liza Gurley opened the broadcast looking rough. I realized she'd had a long day which had started very early in Montgomery but the woman really looked like she might have been buttfucked by a whole pack of stray dogs. I chuckled to myself just watching this as she began to speak. "It has been a very long and a very rough day for Alabamians," she began. A local hero has been accused of abusing his power for money and of abusing the rights of hundreds of Alabama youths, whom he sent to juvenile facilities outside our state in return for his own personal gain. Judge Robert Bowers now sits alone in a cell in the Federal Prison at Maxwell Air Force Base. Two of our family court judges have also been indicted as have four clerks in the judicial system. It is reported the two family court judges have agreed to turn and testify for the feds. All of this comes on the heels of the judge's son's arrest last evening locally for vandalism and assault." They again rolled the pixilated video of little Bowers shitting in my crock pot and retching loudly while drinking piss from a Mason jar. "Young Bowers had been expected to join his mother and father early this morning for a press conference with the Alabama Governor in which she named Judge Bowers to the vacancy on the state's highest court. She was standing by the nomination when we last heard from her spokespeople, which was shortly after noon and before the Judge's arrest. Young Bowers was released on bail this morning, along with the friend who was arrested with him in the same incident. His whereabouts, as well as that of his mother, is currently unknown, although they were last seen entering their home near the Ledges Golf and Country Club. We have received no response to requests for interviews and we do not expect further word from the governor's office this evening." Liza signed off and I hoped the bitch went home to grab some sleep. I decided to continue watching to see if they said anything about the announcement of a new football team for Fee's school. After an extended boring report on the weather prediction, the sports segment came on. Their sportscaster, attired in a hideous green jacked the color of bile announce there would be a new football team on the scene next fall. He announced that Point of the Cross Academy would be fielding a team with some key starters who recently transferred from Rocket City High, which had undergone a recent change of coaches. Apparently Brett had declined an interview but handsome young Chase Fee put in an appearance, saying how he and his father were excited about this giant step for the academy his father had founded. Old man Fee even joined him briefly as he touted his son's accomplishment as a high school athlete in our city. I began to wonder why they always spoke of the boy's high school sports activities but never seemed to mention the kid's college career. I made a mental note to check into that as I switched off the TV. I realized it was only 8:30 in Denver so I decided to give Stewart a call. I dialed and he answered immediately. "How's my ginger god?" he asked. "I'm fine," I answered. "How's my handsome preacher man?" "I'm better," he said. "I've just made a decision to let go of things I can't control. This whole situation is toxic but I don't have to let it affect me." "Good for you," I said. "What's been going on there?" he asked. "I saw on the news where that asshole Judge Bowers was arrested by the feds. Couldn't have happened to a nicer person. My ears always perk up when I hear something about Alabama on CNN." "I didn't know it had made national news already," I said. I gave him a detailed account of what had happened today and then I backed up and gave him details about the incidents at our home last night. "I'd feel much better if little Bobby wasn't out and about and free to stir more shit," he said. "Our boys are being watched after," I assured him. "I was hoping Bobby might get a little more time in jail with a horny big-dicked cell mate who would rip him a new one but that didn't happen." "Even when you're being nasty, you get me aroused," he said with a chuckle. "It's my job, preacher man," I said. "How are things there?" "Pretty much unchanged except the animosity between Ceci and the sisters has escalated," he explained. "They tried to visit today and Ceci would not allow them in. They defied her and walked on into the room. Mom immediately dialed security and they were eventually escorted out of here. There was a lot of name-calling but no overt violence, thank God. Mom and her husband's attorney have been huddled up all day and he's been signing a lot of things. I think he's signed pretty much everything over to Ceci except the sisters' trust funds which I heard the lawyer tell Ceci were irrevocable. She didn't like hearing that but she shut up after a while. " Do you think he's really mentally competent to be doing all this?" I asked. "Actually, I'd have to say `yes'," he replied. "I think the sisters know that too. His mind is still sound. We've had several conversations which indicate there are really no mental deficits. He had his lawyer go over the plans for his funeral with me today. He was still making suggestions and a few changes. His memory and his thought processes seem fine. The guy wanted a couple of changes in the scriptures he wants read and he can still quote them – chapter and verse. He must have been a very bright man. I just can't see what he would ever have wanted with a greedy bitch like my mother. All I can figure is that she must have rainbows and unicorns shooting out of that puss." We both shared a good laugh at that one. "You are in a better place," I said. "It is what it is," he said. "Ceci is never going to change. She already has more money than she could ever spend but it won't be enough until she has it all and no one else has anything." I told him about Rhett's new practice and the injured kicker and the orphaned child. I loved that we just seemed able to talk about anything at all. "Are you staying with Elliott tonight?" he asked. "That's my plan," I said. I told him about the way the frat guys had responded and how two of them had helped me give him his bath. I told him about Ron and how Elliott had started getting hard during his bath. I told him how Ron had left me a fresh bottle of lotion before he left the room and how he had said he would put a `do not disturb' sign on the door. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" he asked. I told him what Rhett had told me about the aborted study at the Lamb Center in Atlanta, where a group of neurologists had attempted to study the effects intimacy might have on the recovery of unconscious people. Stewart was silent. "Are you okay?" I asked. Uh-huh, yes, "he said quietly. I heard a very soft slapping sound which I recognized. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" I asked. "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked breathily. "Is that beautiful cock of yours hard?" I asked. "It has been since I saw your number pop up on my phone," he said. "Are you beating your meat in that dark hospital room?" I asked. Uh-huh." He answered softly. Then I heard a soft groan. I waited. "Did you finish?" I asked. "Yes, it was great," he said. "What did you do with it?" I asked. "I ate it," he said. Good boy, "I said. "I love you." "I love you too," he whispered. I realized my dick was hard too and I'd been rubbing it inside my pants. I had been feeling horny since we gave Elliott his bed bath. Something about the idea of touching him so intimately in front of my new younger friends was very stimulating. I trusted Ron to make sure we had some privacy so I took off my shirt and pants and got into the bed with Elliott. I knew, even as I slid my body in beside his warm nakedness, that what I was doing was technically nonconsensual. I also knew in my heart that, if Elliott were conscious, he'd still want this. I lay on my left side, my naked body leaving space between the two of us. His hairy warmth felt nice and very sexy. I closed my eyes and inhaled his fresh scent even as my hand began to explore his man's body. The body I knew before was the body of a boy on the cusp, but not yet a man. His thick, dark chest fur felt good as I ran my hands through it, combing it with my fingers. I had us covered with the sheets as I let my hand explore lower, across his furry tummy and into his beautiful thick pubes. I heard myself gasp as I found his dick now fully hard against my fingers. I gripped it and felt the warmth and the thickness. His cock was thicker than his boycock had been. I began to kiss his face, talking softly to the boy, asking if he wanted to come back to us or if he was able to come back to us. I again assured him if he could not or really didn't want to come back, he shouldn't worry – that we would take care of his little one. But I told him I wanted him back. I realized it might be selfish of me but we weren't done. There were so many things I hoped to get to tell him. I realized I might never get another chance, so I told him about losing Marcie and about discovering my wonderful sons. I told him how his baby was getting along so well with Landry and Flynn and I told him about Stewart and Flynnie and what they had gone through and about little Yarro and the cuatro amigos. I felt my tears on his face as I lay there silently, just holding him, his thick hardness in my hand. I reached and put some of the lotion on my hand and gradually began to massage his hard cock. It was strange – he was totally unresponsive except for that one part of him. I cupped his big, furry nuts in my hand, silently praying for a sound or a sign from him. I went back to gently stroking his thick, hard cock and felt his start to cum in my hand. I gently milked every drop and, when I had it all, I brought it to my mouth. There was some lotion mixed in but the taste wasn't bad. I ate what I could and then I shared it with him. I had his seed smeared across his lips, then I kissed him, licking it off and swallowing it. I had been leaking pre-cum but I never had a hard climax. My load was pooled in my pubes and I left it there, continuing to hold onto the boy/man. At a few minutes before six, I was gently wakened by Ron with a hand on my shoulder. "Rob," he said. It's almost six and they'll be in soon with his tube feeding." I saw that he had a couple of warm, wet clothes and a small stack of towels. I started to take them from him but he interrupted me. "I'd like to do this," he said. I relaxed and turned onto my back, lying flat beside Elliott as he took the warm, wet cloth and cleaned the stickiness from my hairy tummy. He wiped lower and cleaned my cock and my nuts. Then he did the same for Elliott. He finished by taking a fresh cloth and cleaning both our faces. He helped me out of bed and I began to dress. Then he put a steaming cup of fresh coffee in my hand. "Thank you, Ron," I said. "For everything." "Not a problem," he said. "I'm really hopeful he's coming back, Rob. I know the longer he's out, the slimmer the chance he'll make it, but I feel in my gut he'll come back. I saw his beautiful little boy h ere with the couple yesterday. I just felt as I watched his little boy with him that he would make it back." "Ah yes," I said. "Eli was here with Poppy and Bea. It's pretty unbelievable neither of them have ever met Elliott until now and they are as concerned as all these fraternity guys who never met him either. I can't thank you enough for the excellent care you're giving him." He handed me a card with his cell number and asked me to call him if I saw anything at all he could help with. I gave him my number and assured him he could call at any time if there was anything he saw that Elliott needed that he wasn't getting. As he was leaving, we hugged. "I don't really pray much," he said. "But I'm praying for Elliott and his boy." "Thank you, Ron," I said. I turned on the television. Just as I turned it on, they had interrupted regular programming with a news bulletin. It appeared there was chaos wherever they were. I could see a very large concrete parking pad in front of a large metal building. The station was experiencing audio trouble so I switched to another local station and they were showing the same trouble with no more success. I switched back. We could now see a very tired-looking Liza Hurley but we couldn't hear what she was saying. Her microphone wasn't working. It appeared very windy wherever they were and people were scurrying around with cables. They were live and it began to look interesting. We watched as federal marshals led a well-dressed woman from the building, her hands cuffed behind her. I recognized the woman. She was the wife of Judge Bowers and she was in handcuffs. Then they brought out little Bobby wearing a tee shirt and big boxer shorts with a paisley pattern. He had on a pair of white socks but his pants were missing. He looked pissed off as did his mother. It looked as if Liza had audio now so I turned up the volume. "Good morning," she said. "This is Liza Gurley reporting from Rocket City Aviation, adjoining the Rocket City International Airport. We have just witnessed the wife of Judge Robert Bowers who was only yesterday appointed to the highest court in the state, being led away in handcuffs by federal marshals. You will recall her husband was arrested yesterday and taken to federal custody at Maxwell Air Force Base. We are getting sketchy information at this point but it appears there was an indictment issued for Mrs. Bowers who was taken into custody after her husband began to share information with the authorities. The judge apparently implicated his wife in the scheme to send hundreds of Alabama children to a juvenile facility in Ohio which was owned and operated by Mrs. Bowers' brother. Unsanitary and dangerous conditions at that facility have reportedly been under investigation recently by the State of Ohio. Authorities were tipped off in the wee hours of this morning that Mrs. Bowers and her son, who is currently out on bail on unrelated charges, had booked a small plane to fly them to Brazil. We are told the younger Mr. Bowers was already on the small plane when authorities boarded and pulled him off the plane. Ms. Bowers surrendered quietly but young Bobby attempted to climb back into the plane. Authorities apparently had a grip on his pants and he lost them as he desperately tried to crawl back inside the aircraft." Liza had moved into position beside the vehicle they were putting Mrs. Bowers and Bobby in to take them away. Then another vehicle pulled up and it appeared young Bobby would be taken by the county sheriff's office while Ms. Bowers would be transported in a vehicle with the federal marshals. Liza was able to get a microphone near Mrs. Bowers as she got into the car. "Mrs. Bowers, do you have any comment for our viewers?" Lisa asked her. "No comment at this time, Liza," the woman said quietly. Liza moved over to the sheriff's office vehicle where they were struggling to get the overweight young Bobby into the back seat. "Mr. Bowers, do you have a comment for our viewers," Liza asked dutifully. "Yes, I do," the boy shouted. "Fuck every one of you faggot cocksuckers," young Bobby screamed. Apparently their seven second delay wasn't working this morning. Either that or someone at the station wanted to expose the boy as the asshole he had always been. The words were loud and the words were clear. I almost spilled my coffee in my lap I was laughing so hard. My phone rang. I knew before I looked it had to be Gil. I was correct. "I am shitting my pants," he said. I could hear Sam howling in the background. "I'm here with Sam and the kids having breakfast at Shoney's and they had the television on full blast," he said. "You realize Bobby violated the terms of his bail. He'll be remanded back to jail until his trial. It might even be worth it to see if we can get someone to look into that old rape charge. I have suspected there was some wrongdoing on the part of the city cops on that. If Bowers had two family court judges and a bunch of clerks in his pocket, it isn't hard to imagine he had a few city cops too." "We can hope," I said. I went on to tell him about the way the guys were turning out for Elliott. He was as pleased as I was. "Pease give Sam and Casper and your girls my love," I said as we signed off. The nurse came in to give him his tube feeding. She was a young nurse and she seemed very competent. I told her there would be people in and out all day and reinforced my desire to be contacted with any changes in his condition. As we were talking, Poppy and Rick walked in with our three boys in their coordinated Polo shirts in different hues of blue. They looked gorgeous and they all had insisted on wearing khakis today instead of their usual short pants. "We called Yarro and told him too," Flynnie said, as he sat on one of my knees. I had my Landry on the other and Eli was already in bed with his handsome father, his hand full of chest hair."I thought you were spending the night at the Wynfrey," I said to Rick. "We finished about midnight and I had been away from these boys as long as I could stand it," he said. These boys and one or two more?" I asked. "True that," he said. "When I got home, Ren, Bradley and Bradley were all reading Les Mis in bed together. They let me join them." "I bet they were happy to see Poppa Bear," I said. He smiled broadly. "Did Bradley seem okay?" I asked. "He seemed fine," he said. "Jack said he hadn't mentioned anything at all. I asked him about it when we were all showering this morning and he said he really didn't feel a loss because the man had just never been a part of his life. "He came in and hugged me maybe a little tighter than usual this morning," Poppy said. "I love that those guys are so open about expressing their feelings. I wish we had all been more open about things like that." The door opened and in came Barry and Jeff and two other members of the chapter. They said they'd be there until noon and had brought several things to study and some recreational reading. They had also stopped off and picked up some bright colored flowers. "Where is my older son?" I asked. "I can't believe I just realized he wasn't with you guys. Is he okay?" "Of course he's okay," Rick said. "Jack and Bradley were dropping him. I think they're planning a cake or something for Donald. They can't wait to see him and Poppy and I are really anxious to get to know this kid. The other boys are crazy about him." "He's a great kid," I said. After hugs with all the frat boys, we took our three and got them into the car, headed for Eli's first day of school. Alejandro and Yarro were waiting for us in front of the school. He looked beautiful is his new blue Polo and khaki slacks. We took several pictures and as we headed into the school, Principal Walden walked up and greeted us. "You're out of your regular stomping grounds," I said with a chuckle. "I get around," she said. "You can never tell where I might pop up. All of our boys gave her a hug on being introduced. "I look after friends who look out for my children," she said. "You guys were here on my first day of this job. I will never forget that and that's a promise." When we got to the classroom, we introduced her to Miss Anderson. It was clear they had never met but equally apparent they had spoken on the phone. "Will you stay for just a moment and let me introduce you to my students?" the first grade teacher asked. "Of course," she said. I love meeting all these kids I possibly can." Miss Anderson introduced Eli first as their new classmate. They gave him a round of applause and noisily welcomed him. Then the teacher told them they had a special treat and introduced Ms. Walden, the principal of the high school and the middle school. The children were suitably impressed. I was more than impressed as she went to the desk of every single child in that room and took his or her little hand into her own and said her name and listened as each introduced themselves to her. I wondered how many people would have taken time from a crazy busy schedule to do that – to make each of these children feel their importance. I looked up and Poppy, Rick, Alejandro and I all had our eyes filled with silent tears. As she left, the kids stood and gave her a standing ovation. She walked with us to the front of the school. She pulled Poppy aside and they spoke privately for a few minutes, then he rejoined us. "Thank you for this, Principal Walden," I said. "People like all of you make my job a dream," she said. "And from now on, it's Selena," she said with her beautiful smile as she walked away. We said good bye to Alejandro who told us he was headed to a pair of spec homes Derrick was building to replace some ugly shrubbery. We got into the car and Poppy was the first to speak. "Goddamn, Rob, you're a helluva judge of character," he said. "I just got lucky, Poppy," I said. "I don't mean to be nosy, but was everything okay with Principal Walden?" "You bet it was," she said. "She wanted to let me know that Der is completely caught up on his work. She's had all his teachers bringing his assignments to her so that she can make sure they are all received. She says that, without exception, the work is returned promptly, usually within a couple of hours. She can't wait to meet Der." Poppy was smiling, obviously proud of his boys. "You know what?" Rick asked. "Fact is I'm dying to meet that grandson of yours too. We've got almost an hour and a half before Rob's therapist will be there. How about you guys take me to meet Poppy's grandson," Rick said. Of course Poppy agreed and so did I. I had been missing Derrick more than ever and it had been all I could do not to sneak over to Shaggy's to see him and his beautiful son. Poppy directed Rick to the Boyd Ranch and then to the little hidden lane down to Shaggy's cottage. "This place is fucking beautiful," Rick said. "When we brought the boys to ride, I really didn't have time to stop and just appreciate the beauty." It really was. Even the outbuildings were freshly painted. Several of the horses were grazing in the pasture. It looked more like a painting than real life. On the way there, we filled Poppy in on how Donald had become a part of our family and how Alejandro and his boys had become so special to us after their home had been destroyed in a tornado. We thought about calling Derrick on his cell phone but Poppy thought we should surprise them. I found myself getting hard at the thought of touching Derrick and just getting a hug from the man. We parked out front and went up and rang the bell. Der answered, shocked to see all of us. But not too shocked to immediately run into his handsome grandfather's arms. It was a joy to watch and we stood there silently, allowing them to enjoy the moment. I heard Derrick call his son's name from within the house, a tinge of alarm in his voice. Then he saw who was at the door and he immediately broke into a smile. He came straight at me, wrapping me up and kissing me as if no one else were there. It felt good to touch and be touched by him. Both of them were dressed in athletic shorts and tee shirts and smelled as if they'd just stepped out of a shower in an Irish Spring commercial. "This is one helluva great surprise," Derrick said, as he embraced his father. It was as though all the difficult years had been erased. I realized that only a week ago, these two barely spoke to one another, although they managed to run a very successful business. I was happy to see them together, but the real joy was watching Der observe his dad and his grandfather. Then they realized they had totally ignored Rick. Poppy introduced them and we were invited in. They brought us fresh, hot coffee and we all took our seats in the main living area. "I hope we didn't disturb anything," Poppy said. "No, Der and I were just looking at some renderings for a project we're considering," Derrick said. Poppy and he exchanged a knowing look and a smile but said no more about it. Derrick asked if everyone was okay after all the excitement at our home the other night. "We are, thanks to some quick-thinking kiddos and our buddy Rick," I said. We recounted for them the entire episode. They said they had followed the news yesterday and this morning. Poppy said it was known Judge Bowers had been dirty for years, but he had too much power to get taken down. They said that our governor had not been heard from or seen since the early press conference yesterday morning. The only thing to even come out of her office was an early afternoon statement that she stood by her decision to appoint Judge Bowers to the high court. "She probably started knocking back shots of Jack as soon as she was out of camera view. I bet she hasn't drawn a sober breath since and it could be a while before she draws another one," Poppy said. "That sorry old bastard turned on his own wife faster than a pissant gets out of a rainstorm. You can bet a lot of people in this county and in this state won't be sleeping well for a while." Der and Derrick wanted to know about the team and how preparations were for tonight's game. We told them about the temporary set-up for the physical exams and how Rhett, Mark, and Russell were working to get things done. We also told them about the injury to Chuck, the kicker and how they would be having a young Nigerian orphan who had never kicked a football until a couple of days ago as the only kicker for the team tonight and likely for a few weeks. As we sat there Der moved from the chair beside Poppy onto his knee. Poppy put his muscled arm around the boy and Der put both arms around the man's neck, his head lying on his breast. I watched as Poppy inhaled the scent of the boy and his clean freshness. I knew exactly what he was feeling as our eyes locked and he flashed me a smile. We shared about Elliott and Eli and Eli's trip with Bea and Poppy to the trampoline center. I told them about how they had bought matching shirts for the three boys and Yarro and we showed them pictures of the boys from earlier this morning at school. Poppy shared that Principal Walden was looking forward to meeting Der and how good all his work on the assignments had been. We were getting close to time to leave for my therapy appointment. I asked Derrick if there had been any progress on the investigation into Savvy and her whereabouts. He was surprisingly calm as he explained that the sheriff and the city police were updating him daily but there had been no sightings since the pawn shop incident. Derrick explained that he and Der were trying to learn patience and they understood this was a big area with a lot of spots for bad actors to hide. This was not the same short-fused guy I had met earlier, but a man who had been touched by the love of a son. He would do whatever it took to keep that boy safe. He asked if I'd like to see the new hot tub and I said I would. I think the others sensed that we might like a few minutes alone so they all stayed put as Derrick and I went out to the patio area where a large new hot tub was. I noticed an elliptical machine, a treadmill, and an exercise bicycle had also been added. "What are you guys doing?" I asked. "This place looks like Shaggy's YMCA." I barely got the words out before my mouth was covered in Derrick's. He was hungry and it was a long passionate kiss. He gave me his big, hot tongue and I sucked it as if it could give me a cumload. When I thrust my tongue in his hot mouth, he did the same. His hands were on my ass, pulling our bodies together as close as two bodies could get. I stroked his furry thigh with my hand, edging it under the leg opening of his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear and I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard cock. He was already dripping pre-cum. I stroked him a few times as he ran his hand over my hardon in my pants. "I can't wait to feel your sweet mouth on my hard cock and your dick inside me again," he whispered as he kissed and licked my neck." "I know buddy," I said. "Do I ever know." We managed to calm our urges "To everything there is a season," he said. "And a time to everything under the sun," I added. We enjoyed a chaste kiss as we headed back where the others were. As we passed the large table in the dining room, I noticed the plans there were for a huge project. Even I could tell it was a major project with what looked like a high rise building. "What in the world is this?" I asked. "What were the last words I just said?" he asked. "And a time to everything under the sun?" I asked. "That's right," he said with one of his gorgeous smiles. "Everything in its time." We rejoined the others. They all snickered as we walked in the room, looking at our tented crotches. "I think my boys need some exercise this morning," Poppy said, lightly brushing his son's swollen crotch. We all shared a laugh as we took off for my therapy appointment. "Those are two really nice guys," Rick said as we headed for home. "And very sexy as well." "Amen," I said. "Afuckingmen"" Poppy said. When we got home, Poppy left again to meet Bea for coffee. He said she wanted him to join her for a tour of Jack's home which she was preparing for the market. Rick headed for the guest house to brush his teeth and freshen up before heading out for meetings with the Vanderbilt crew, which was quickly becoming the CompMed crew. I headed for the guest house, thinking I might grab a quick shower before Russell got there. When I walked in, I heard the shower. Obviously Rick had the same idea I had. I called out to let him know I was there. "Want to join a horny poppa bear in the shower?" he asked. "I was feeling the need to beat my meat after being around all those Derrick men. Those are some sexy motherfuckers." I stripped off and joined him in the shower. He had his hairy body covered in lather, including his head. I began to rinse as he rinsed the shampoo. I loved the feel of his warm, hairy body. When he turned to face me, his thick uncut cock was a full tilt. I grabbed it and started to move his foreskin back and forth. "I can't believe you've still got anything left in that tank, buddy," I said. "Not after a night with Jack, Bradley and Ren." "Actually I had all three of them fucking me," he said. "I hope you aren't going to label me a slut, but I can't get enough of that. And I'm the same guy who grabbed Rhett's hand and almost broke his wrist back at Southern just because he tried to finger my hole." "Old dogs, new tricks," I chuckled. "Believe me, he's forgiven you for that." He pulled me into him and kissed me. I felt of his hairy ass and started to kneel in front of him. He held my shoulder to steady me as I knelt and took his hard cock into my mouth all the way without even using my hands. I was playing with my own nipples as he face fucked me. This one was fast. I held onto his thighs as he pumped his thick, hard cock in and out of my mouth. I wanted his seed and he wanted to give it to me. It was over in three minutes. I had his hot mancream in my mouth and he pulled me up and held me. We kissed and swapped his hot load back and forth between us. "You nasty boy," he said. "If there's a sweeter mouth anywhere, I'd like to see it." He reached for my cock but I told him I was good. I shared with him that I had shot while masturbating Elliott in his hospital room. He didn't believe it at first but I told him about Rhett's having told me about the study in Atlanta trying to establish any link between intimacy and consciousness with patients in a comatose state. I also told him about the nice nursing assistant who had known exactly what was going on and had even gifted me with a fresh bottle of hand lotion to beat his meat with. "That's unbelievable," he said. "Almost as unbelievable as my night with Bradley, Jack and Ren. Does it bother you for me to talk about having sex with your son?" "Not in the least," I said. "I think Ren is so lucky to have guys like you and Jack and Bradley and Kurt and Poppy and Rhett who love him. Why would it possibly bother me that my son is learning to become a proficient lover?" "I wish I'd had a dad like you," he said. "If I'd had a dad who loved me, I might not have been such a skuzzy bastard for so long. I'm not the only one who thinks you're a great dad." "What do you mean?" I asked. "We did some talking in addition to the mad buttfucking I got last night," he said. The boys talked a little about Bradley's grandfather passing. The kid really does seem okay about it. But he made a comment to Ren about what a lucky boy he is to have you for a dad. Jack was in total agreement. Both those boys adore you." I found it hard to believe they would have said that. "I already love them both as much as if they were my biological sons," I said. "I know that and they know that. You're really something else," he said. "I hope you know you may never get rid of me now." He was dressed for the day and I was straightening his tie for him. He kissed me goodbye. I realized I hadn't had the opportunity to use the new shower attachment, so I got back into the shower and filled myself with hot water. I had just finished the second one and was feeling totally clean and fresh when Russell knocked on the door. Just as he knocked, my cell phone also rang. I let Russell in, got a quick hug and went to answer my phone. It was Michael, so I thought I better take the call. I suggested Russ run up to the main house as we were out of bottled water. He said he would run up and grab some for us. I apologized to Michael and asked how he was. "It's been a rough couple of days," he said. "But I'm loving all this shit with the Judge and his boy and now even his wife's locked up. You can bet those assholes are all ratting each other out. "I'd love to be a fly on the wall for those conversations," I said. "Wouldn't we all," Michael said. "We've got a bit of a fly in the ointment with the Clifford divorce thing. Little Cliff got the cameras in the family home two nights ago. David, our investigator says he has enough evidence to bury the wife in any divorce court. I haven't seen it yet, but David's going through it all and condensing it into one disc for us. Do you think there's any chance you might run by this afternoon?" "Of course I can," I said. "I'm about to have a therapy appointment but I have plenty of free time after that." "Great," he said. "I plan to be here all afternoon. Just come in when you can." "You said there was a fly in the ointment," I said. "What was that?" "I'm not sure what that's about," Michael said. Cliff called me when he got to school this morning. He asked to meet with me and he wants you here. He begged me to please make sure his dad didn't see any of the footage until we had a chance to talk. I made him that promise. He's been a fearless kid and I can't imagine what he's upset about." "He's a wonderful kid and he adores his dad," I said. "Do you think it might be possible to have Isaiah around? There's something about him that inspires confidence. I think his presence may be reassuring to Cliff." "Yeah," Michael said. "And the presence of Isaiah's bubble butt in that brown deputy's uniform is something you find inspiring." "No argument, my friend." We shared a laugh and signed off. I wrapped a fresh, fluffy towel around my waist just as Russell walked back in.