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The Potter's Wheel"

Chapter Three

The Test

 

"Major Belgrade," Jim said as evenly as he could into the phone to his boss, "what can I do for you sir?"

That line got Matt's attention. He was now sitting up in bed watching Jim, trying to figure out what the hell the man who tried to ruin Jim's career wanted, especially at this time of night.

"No sir, you didn't wake me, but I'm just a little surprised to hear from you tonight," Jim said looking at Matt with a face that showed his confusion.

"No sir, I think I can do that. Yes sir, 1000 at the same location," Jim said ending the call. He then just climbed into bed and turned off the light, kissed Matt and said goodnight. He was smiling to himself in the dark as he snuggled close to Matt—1, 2, 3, Jim counted in his head. Right on cue, Matt sat up and turned on the light. Jim just laughed at the look his face, and then Matt started to laugh as well, knowing Jim was just messing with him.

"He asked to meet with me tomorrow. He said that it was important and he needed my advice. It has nothing to do with our other issue. He said he needed advice with a problem concerning his twin sons."

"And you're going to go?" Matt asked incredulously.

"Of course, wouldn't you?"

"Well I guess I would be just a little curious," Matt admitted. "Actually, I'm a lot curious," he said, then kissed Jim and turned off the light.

 

Wednesday August, 19th

Jim sat in traffic looking around at all the new construction taking place. It was nice that the base was expanding and new units were being brought in, but more men meant more families and traffic. Trouble was, he had been spoiled by the lack of traffic to and from work since he left Jacksonville. He had been driving himself nuts all morning trying to figure out what the Major could possibly want from him. Jim thought he had made himself clear at the last meeting about how thing were going to work, so he was pretty sure it wasn't about that. There was something in the way he talked to Jim last night that made him think that this was not connected to their bargain and really was about his boys.

He finally arrived at the meeting place and saw Major Belgrade sitting a picnic table looking just a little bit frazzled. Actually he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was dressed in civvies and was sat at the table fiddling with a pen; he must be nervous about something, maybe this meeting, Jim thought. As Jim approached the Major stood, he held his to Jim who took it and shook.

"Gunner, I'm glad you could meet me today. I can't thank you enough for coming. I guess you're wondering why I've asked to see you, considering our last meeting."

"You could say that sir. Hopefully you're not going to try to change our agreement," Jim said more as a warning than a question.

"No, I'm man enough to admit that I was wrong. I must say for someone in my position that was quite an achievement. This meeting has nothing to do with our agreement," the Major said in a slightly annoying tone.

"Sir, I would like to say that before you begin to pat yourself on the back for being man enough to admit you were wrong, I'll remind you that you were an idiot for not considering that first," Jim said refusing to allow the Major to think too highly of himself.

"Perhaps you're right Gunner. However I would like an opportunity to explain why I've asked you here."

"Fine, I'm here to listen," Jim said, trying to hide his curiosity.

The story was this. His hyper-religious wife walked in on their sixteen year-old twin sons watching gay porn on their computer while jerking off. She went ballistic. She called her husband at work, hysterical and demanded he come home. After she explained what had happened, he tried to talk her down and, of course, that was futile. She wanted to send the boys to her father, a very popular Tele-Evangelist who hosts a very popular weekly TV show out of somewhere in Arkansas. He also runs a program that claims to convert gay men to God-fearing husbands and fathers.

The Major continued, explaining to Jim that considering his own secret he couldn't allow that to happen. "She insisted that the boys be removed from the house and placed in a program to protect the younger children." Tears were falling down his cheeks as he continued and Jim actually started to feel sorry for the man, and especially for the boys.

"I told her that wasn't going to happen and that I was leaving with the boys. So we packed up their things and I have moved out along with them," he said trying to compose himself. "We're staying at a motel on 17 right now until I can find somewhere safe for them."

That sounded a bit odd to Jim. "Safe? Exactly why are you worried about their safety? Who would hurt them?"

"My wife and members of our church. She told me that they were going to take them and cleanse them of their evil ways since I wouldn't let them go to her father."

"Okay, but why come to me? How could I possibly help?"


"I was hoping that you could help me hide the boys. I can't let them be taken. I can't stay in the hotel indefinitely. I have three other children to think about; I can't leave her alone with them. God knows what kind of crazy shit her father will have her do," the Major said in desperation. "I thought you and your partner would be willing to take them in until I can straighten things out. Everyone from Colonel Marks to the Baby G has given me shit for what I did, telling what a great man you were. Now I'm praying what they have said is true."

Jim thought of the two scared teenagers sitting in a motel room. Then he thought of Matt and Barry, what the hell would he tell them? Finally he thought that it took some fucking nerve for this guy to even approach Jim for help. But he had read about these re-programming attempts and how dangerous they could be, especially to teenagers. He kept hearing Frank saying treat others...

Jim told the Major to go to the motel and pack up the boys and check out. He would meet him there. While he was driving, he called Matt and asked him to get Baz on the line with him. He went on to explain what the Major had told him and asked if it was alright if he brought them home.

"Jimmy, are you serious?" Matt asked while Bazza remained silent.

"Yes Matt. Think if Linda had lived and wanted to do something like this to MJ," Jim said. The thought of these boys being subject to such abuse frightened Jim. "We're doing this for the boys Matt, not the Major. What do you think Bazza," Jim asked.

"No worries for me mate," he said cautiously. "I know how my mum and auntie are. I could see why he's worried about the boys," Barry added.

"I guess you're right dog face. But it will be hard for me to hold back from blasting the asshole for what he did to you," Matt said.

"Well, if it will make you feel better you can. We'll just have Tim, Seamus, and Jake take the twins out for a boat ride and we can have a frank conversation with Major Belgrade," Jim offered hoping that would satisfy Matt.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll let the boys know and have them get the boat ready," Matt said.

"Thanks Matty, I think we're doing the right thing here. I'll see you guys in about an hour. I love you both," Jim said and ended the call.

 

When he had arrived at the motel, he was introduced to the boys, two very handsome but scared kids whom he immediately tried to put at ease. The boys were named Gary and Guy. They were not identical, but looked very much like brothers and a lot like their dad. Everything was packed, and they were soon on their way down to Sneads Ferry.

It was just a little more than an hour later when Jim pulled up to the gate of the compound and entered his code. He drove through with Major Belgrade following behind. When they walked through the front door Matt and Barry were there to greet them. After introductions they moved out to the pool where the boys were waiting for them, wearing bathing suits (thankfully Jim thought) and they introduced the boys. Gary and Guy seemed to be very shy, possibly because of the circumstances, and possibly because of meeting the three hot teenagers. When they heard about the boat ride they perked up. Matt had the guys show them to a room and told them to see if there were any extra bathing suits for the boys to wear. The five boys headed off chatting while the adults sat down for the discussion. Thankfully both Ryan and Kelly were napping.

Matt started the conversation, "Major Belgrade," he started.

"Please guys, from now on just call me Grant," the Major said.

"Fine, thank you Grant," Matt continued, "before we go any further, I just have one question that I think needs to be answered." Matt saw a look of concern cross Grant's face but he pressed on. "Considering what we have learned about you and your—how shall I say this— `proclivities,' why did you try to sabotage Jim's career?"

Before Grant could answer, the sound of the boys returning halted the conversation, an interruption that Grant was thankful for. The boys seemed to be getting along great, already chatting up a storm and laughing. Matt gave them instructions and told them to be gone no longer than two hours, and not to go out in ocean but to stay on the river. Once the boys left the house, all eyes were on Grant.

"Okay Grant, you were about to tell us why you tried to ruin Jim," Matt said, not letting Grant off the hook.

"Fear and jealously, but mainly fear," he said while looking down at his hands.

"Fear?" Matt asked incredulously, "What could you possibly have to fear from Jim?"

"Once I received the letters, it occurred to me that if Jim was indeed gay, he could probably figure out my secret and expose or blackmail me. The jealously that he was able to live happily just fueled my irrational fear and I thought if I could get rid of him my secret would be safe," he said this time looking Matt straight in the eyes.

"I'm not proud of what I did to you guys, but I live under constant pressure. Pressure from my wife and her father the all-powerful Pastor Stan Dunham. Then there is my father, a retired Army two star who barely forgives me for being a Marine," he stopped for a moment and then looked at Jim.

"Gunner, you have no idea how bad I feel about what I did. The truth is I didn't realize what a horrible thing it was until this happened. I love my children more than anything. The thought of them being re-programmed scares the shit out me. They can't help it any more than we can. And I was ready to destroy you to try and save my skin. Well karma has kicked me in the ass but good, and now I have to come to you not only for forgiveness but for help. It is very humbling," he finished with a sigh and leaned back in his chair.

Matt, Jim and Barry were quiet for a moment, there was a lot to process. All four men were startled out of their thoughts by George clearing his throat. "Sorry guys, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the Major here was on a roll and I didn't want to interrupt his confession. A look of panic crossed Grant's face but Jim spoke up quickly.

"It's okay Grant, this is my father George. He lives in the log cabin you saw when we pulled in. You can trust him."

Grant stood and reached out to shake George's hand. "Mr. Flannery, it is a pleasure to meet you sir," he said formally. George shook it and then asked what was going on. Jim brought him up to speed and George listened without comment. When he was done he turned to Grant and asked, "I just have one question, Grant. What makes you think she is going to allow you to just take the boys and leave them somewhere and then return home?"

"Because I'm the keeper of a very dark family secrecy, well two actually, and considering what you all know about me," then looking at George said, "I'm assuming you know about the video." George just nodded yes. "Then you might as well know all of my secrets. I am truly bi-sexual, I love having sex with both men and women, especially together," he said with a small smile. "Well, when I was dating my wife she hadn't yet become the religious fanatic she is today. The first bit of shocking news I learned was that she wasn't a virgin. It seems her father took the honor of deflowering his own daughter, claiming that she and her sister should be taught properly how to please a husband." He stopped for a moment and continued as the other four men looked on with their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"Wait it gets better," Grant said.

"When we first started dating she was very into sex. We fucked like bunnies. So about a year into our relationship, she surprised me one night by bringing her sister to bed for a three-some. It was quite a night. I was a young buck and thought myself quite the stud and ended up bringing myself off four times and both of them to orgasm twice. We really enjoyed ourselves, and we all shared secret glances for weeks afterward and planned a repeat performance. That is until both of them turned up pregnant."

"No fucking way!" Barry blurted out.

"Yes," Grant said and almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. "The old man was furious. The sister was already engaged to a minister at one of his churches, so I was forced to marry Hillary. The sisters were bundled off to family member's farm. The story was they were off doing missionary work while I was posted overseas. When the babies were born, actually three days apart, the doctor—another one of the old man's cronies— recorded the birth as twins. So you see the boys are both mine, except they have different mothers. Luckily they look enough alike that the ruse worked." There was silence as everyone waited for Grant to continue.

"So three months later I returned home and met my twin boys. During the time I was gone, the old man had done a number on Hillary. She was not the same woman I left. She had become `washed in the blood' as her father put it. She did allow me sex, but it was nothing like before we were married, and rarely. That's when I started to find men to play with. We ended up with three more children, and with each one she became more and more religious, and frigid." He stopped and looked off at the river view for a moment.

"So when I left with the boys, I threatened to expose the entire story to the press, especially about her father and his past. That has scared her significantly, but I'm still worried she may try something. The thing is, I have to find a way to keep the boys safe and get back home to protect the other kids from her and her nutty family," Grant said with an intensity that could only mean he was sincere.

An idea came from the least likely member of the group, George. "Jim, what about that school in Delaware. Mac was telling me he knows someone on the board of directors, maybe we can get them in there. It has very high security, lots of politicians kids go there, and foreign dignitaries as well," George offered.

"That is a great school Dad," Matt said, "but the tuition is more than 40K per student. I don't think that's within a Major's salary range."

"But it wouldn't be a problem for a popular Tele-Evangelist," Barry said with a mischievous smile. Grant was just sitting listening to the discussion not knowing what to say. These men were taking over and making plans without asking for his opinion or input. But he couldn't be too upset about it. He needed help and didn't have a better plan himself.

"What's rolling through that pretty Aussie head of yours?" Jim asked.

"Well think about the story of the misses, her sister, and their father. We could run the same gig we pulled in Raleigh, only this time the Major will be getting the whole story from his wife on tape. Once the old man sees it he'll be only too happy to help his two super bright twin grandsons attend a prestigious private school," Barry said, very proud of himself.

The Major shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I don't know guys, I'm really not comfortable with blackmail," he said.

"Would you be more comfortable with some crazy zealot attaching electrodes to you son's testicles?" Matt asked. "I've read about these places, mostly stories about men and how messed up they were after the "re-education". I can't imagine what they would do to teenagers," Matt said.

"Grant, give it some thought. In the meantime, the boys are welcome to stay with me. I have plenty of room, and my grandsons will be here for another week or so. They will have fun and be safe," George offered.

The Major looked quite overcome by these men whom he had wronged and now are going out of their way to help them. What they were offering was a true act of kindness and he was moved.

"Well guys, I can't thank you enough for your help, especially after what I tried to do to Gunner. You are all truly good men," Grant said looking sufficiently humbled. Then he said, "So Barry what's your plan?"

 

It was a terribly hot and humid North Carolina afternoon. MJ & Jimmer were home from school and in the pool along with the rest of the gang. They were especially happy because Frank and Wolf had shown up to visit. They hadn't seen much of Uncle Wolf since Travis was in the hospital and then in rehab. He had been spending all of time visiting with him.

When the guys had returned from the boat ride, Grant had taken them out to buy cell phones after they were settled at George's house. He knew they would be safe at the compound but he wanted to be able to stay in contact with them, so new phones with numbers their mother didn't have was the best plan.

The plan they came up with would be implemented in a week or so. When Barry first proposed the `sting' Grant was against it, but as they discussed what could be done to the boys in one of the "re-education" programs, he decided it was his best option. When he and the boys walked through the gate and saw the pool and pool deck filled with naked men and teenagers his heart did a flip-flop in his chest. There was some serious man flesh on display. He had been warned about the naked swimming but didn't think it would affect him as much as it did. He was rock hard in his pants, and thanked God he was wearing a jock-strap (one of his fetishes) to prevent it from showing.

When Seamus spied the boys, he hollered for them to join the gang in the pool. They looked at their father for permission. "It's fine with me boys, it seem to be the dress code," Grant said with a smile. Just then Wolf came walking out of the house in all his naked glory. Grant new him from the base and began to panic. He didn't realize that Wolf was a part of this family. He was trying to get himself under control when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jim smiling at him.

"Don't worry Grant, Wolf is a great guy and is Matt's adopted brother's lover. You'll be safe with him," Jim said quietly, just as Wolf made it across the patio and offered his hand.

"Good afternoon Major, it's good to see you," he offered. "Not sure what the protocol is for saluting superiors when naked so I hope you'll forgive me," he said with a big smile. Grant had a huge lump in his throat. This man was so hot Grant was turning to jelly inside. All he wanted at that moment was to be stripped down and fucked hard by every man present, starting with Jim and ending with Wolf. But with all of the boys around, that wasn't possible, so he just shook hands.

"Good to see you Sargent," he said with a hint of a smile. "While here, let's just keep it at Grant. If you'll excuse me, I have to say good-bye to the boys and be on my way."

As he walked away towards the shallow end of the pool, Jim and Wolf watched his muscled frame. He was wearing a tight tee shirt and jeans that hugged his ass tightly. He looked very hot indeed. Of course both men had seen the tapes so they knew what was underneath. When he was far enough away, Wolf whispered to Jim, "I'm so horny I could fuck that hot ass for hours."

Jim just smiled up at him and said, "I have an idea big guy. We will let Derrick and Tim babysit after dinner and Matt, Barry and I will take you down to the beach have a little party. Billy is up at your parents this week so we'll be all alone," Jim said with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm all over that big guy. Udo hasn't been around much since he's in love. And the best Tray and can manage is a quick hand job when the right nurse is on duty to protect us."

 

The sky was that special silver that twilight brings as Jim watched as hundreds of purple martins perform an in-flight ballet, vacuuming up the insects stirred up by the boys as they played a pick-up game of softball in the yard. Jim was calling them in to give them instructions for the night, mainly to listen to Uncle Derrick and make sure they were in bed on time because they had school in the morning.

Twenty-five minutes later Jim, Matt and Barry met Wolf at Finn's house at the beach. First thing the guys did was strip and dive into the pool. After a quick swim Jim hopped out and got a round of beers and a shot of Jack for each of them.

After the refreshments Jim moved behind Wolf and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck and sliding his cock between the muscle studs ass. On cue, Matt and Barry knelt and began to lick and suck Wolfs huge and quickly hardening cock. Wolf leaned back into Jim and moaned as he felt Jim's tongue move up his neck and he began to lick and chew on Wolf's ear. Then Jim whispered, "This is your night big guy, me and my guys will rock your world."

Ten minutes later the four men were on a bed in the master bedroom. Wolf was on his back as Barry rode his achingly hard cock, while Matt was squatting over Wolf's face as he ate the muscled ass like he was starving. Jim was standing in front of Matt so he could have his cock sucked. It lasted for more than an hour and finally the men fell into a sweaty, panting heap.

"Thanks guys, I really needed that and I wouldn't have done it with anyone else but family," Wolf said as he gave each man a thank you kiss before they headed out for what they thought was a final dip in the pool.

To be continued...

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