Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:30:53 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: The Beneficial 21

The Beneficial
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


21:  Be Prepared

As debates go this one held little prospect of excitement.  The congressman
was a skilled speech giver.  He had experience as a trial lawyer and
politician.  His voice was low and his speaking style deliberate.  He did
have a significant southern tone but not a true drawl.  The subject of the
debate was "personal and public morals, is there a difference, should there
be a difference".  This one was being hosted by the Harvard Speech &
Parliamentary Debate Society.  The debate to be held in Cambridge.  Tom
would do a series of interviews both before and after, relating to stories
he was working on.

Eddy and Conrad, were of course scheming full time, to get invited along.
It would only be two weeks of classes and just think how educational.  That
was the core of their argument anyway.  Tom was sure Peter and Richard were
the brains behind that line of reasoning.  Tom was sure they would figure
out some way to tag along.  Not that he minded, he looked forward to them
coming, he just didn't want to make it to easy.

Lloyd, Richard and Peter were not available as exams were almost upon them.
Edith could not get away and Garth was tied up but would drop in on them,
he had several training flights to the East Coast over that time.  He was
also looking into a meeting or two in D. C. with the FAA.  That all seemed
good to Tom, one of the magazines he writes for is the Smithsonian and a
face to face with the editor was always a good idea.

Unbeknownst to Tom, Eddy and Conrad put out an urgent e-mail call for
advice, ideas and well help in their quest.  Suddenly that help started to
roll in.  Tom was almost overwhelmed by the invitations to visit this
politician or plays while in New Your, Boston and D. C.  The boys were
invited to give auditions at several well known music schools.  Sing and
play with well know choirs and so on.  Garth came up with the airline
tickets.  Edith took the boys to her department store for proper clothing,
while Harold prepared Eddy and Conrad.  Tom was left to prepare himself and
wonder at how skillful the boys were in getting their way.
.....................

This month the Apollo's meeting had some special elements in addition to
its usual business meeting, socialization and sex.  The younger boys:
Novices, Intermediates and Juniors were putting on a little entertainment.
While the older men, Senior boys and above, held the business meeting the
younger ones prepared themselves.  They had a bit of help.  The
entertainment committee had ordered special costumes for these lads and the
priest had prepared some special herbs to aid in their preparation.  That
afternoon the boys had practiced their routine but not in costume.

Once the boys were all naked they were told what was going to happen and
what they were expected to do.  The anticipation and excitement was running
high, as the organizers knew it would be.  The priest had them count off,
placing all the evens in one line and odds in another, then pair up with
the boy opposite.  Each pair was give a few minutes to reacquaint
themselves, which they did.  This was a good opportunity to get a good feel
and get felt, kiss and get kissed.  Mostly it was a chance to become
relaxed and comfortable by exploring each other's smooth, lean bodies.  You
may think raising sexual energy was not relaxing but it is, when that
energy is being raised, in a comforting and secure setting...

The priest passed out boy sized butt plugs.  These were a new self
lubricating model.  They had a small handle in the form of a ring, a smooth
slightly convex upper surface on the elongated, narrow hilt and a slightly
curved doubly tapered, fat in the middle, penis shape, shaft.  They were
self lubricating in that as pressure was applied to the tip, from it's
urethra and surface, beads of very slick, sweet tasting, golden, liquid
appeared.  The plugs were inserted by your partner and slipped in easily
and painlessly.  These things were way smaller than your big brother's or
man's cock.  Once inside the boy's body the heat caused the "penis" to
swell considerably, while still maintaining the tapered proportions.  Since
they had the small handles protruding from the anuses the boys were forced
to lay on their sides.  Gymnastic mats had been spread around the floor of
the dressing room.  Once comfortably laying on their sides, facing each
other the pairs were encouraged to continue to assist each other in
relaxing and boy toy play.  Now this may sound like a bit of a
contradiction but these boys were all accustomed to penis play with
themselves or others.  Sharing your built in toy is just about the most
pleasurable thing these lads could think of.  That's is what they were
told, that is what they had all been taught to do.

As the butt plugs swelled the small pores in the polymer opened and
secreted an oil based liquid with both lubricative and medicinal
properties.  The swelling also put pressure on their prostates and as their
boyhood's were manipulated small movements of the internal muscles occurred
adding to that stimulation.

The priest then told the boys how he expected them to feel, what emotions
and physiological feelings they should be having.  The primary one being a
profound sense of emptiness and longing for that emptiness to be filled
when the plugs would be removed.  They were told how nice the costumes were
going to feel on their bodies and how nice it was going to feel as other
members creased them and fondled them.  After the boys had lay next to each
other for a while the herbs began to take effect.  These boys had all felt
them before they knew from experience this meant two things, pleasure and
desire for pleasure.  The priest also told them a bit about their costumes.
They would be absolutely skin tight and stimulating.  They would be very
sexy to the older members.  He reinforced the idea that as the others
touched their bodies, especially the costumes the boys would be rewarded by
the pleasurable feeling.

The costumes were made of extremely soft, very thin, white, leather, backed
by a highly elastic material.  It was as soft and smooth as the boy skin it
was designed to cover.  They were nothing more then a very brief pair of
shorts, not unlike underwear.  The rise was relatively low, the waste band
crossing the very top of the boy's butt.  They were skin tight.  The back
was cut from two panels and sown to emphasize the butt cheeks with a seam
down the center that hugged, pulled into the butt cleft, like the strap of
a thong or a dancers leotards.  The front was a well designed pouch that
lifted and displayed the boy's goodies.  Their was no inseam, the leg
openings were angled upward from the crotch to the side panel.  The side
panel was about three quarters the length of the rise.  The back panels
were cut to fit tight against the back of the leg, just below the buttocks.
Each cheek, no matter how small, would form a nice hand full.  The front
panel was a pouch to accommodate the boy's genitals.  As they are pulled up
the penis and scrotum fit into the pouch.  At the back of the pouch and
along the center line seam was a small, hard oval lump.  This lump, a small
piece of cork that was slipped into a slot.  The lump was designed to press
against the prostate from the outside.  Following up the back inside along
the center seam in the area of the anus was a small oval patch of leather.
This patch was stiff and the elastic nature of the seam pulled it tight
against the anus, it would provide pressure but not irritation.

Each costume was custom tailored for the boy.  Each pair had the name of
its owner on a small tag along the back waistband.  The side panels were
designed as partial breakaways.  The panels had flat, small teeth zippers
one on each side.  Each zipper was fixed at the leg band so when one or
both were pulled down the shorts would fall to the floor as one piece.
Each zipper had a large ring attached to the slider.  On the front panel
was a large double A, the apex's pointing up and down, in mirror image, in
black leather.  For this performance, the boys would have their togas on
over the shorts in the beginning.

As the costumes were handed out each pair member assisted the other.  This
did not take much as the fits were all perfect.  Each pair of boy buns was
perfectly defined and each boy crotch oh so inviting.  The boys tested the
fit and the texture by carefully running his hands over his own body and
his partners as well as anyone else in reach.

That afternoon the dance master had been teaching the boys several new
dance routines.  Two were folk dances, one Greek the other Scandinavian,
both highly athletic.  The third was a most sexy bump and grind, semi strip
number.  The music was a mishmash of Hendrix, Britney Spears and Madona
(Red house, Slave, Justify my love and so on) The boy would dance rotating
their hips, thrusting out their crotch or butt and after removing their
togas sensually run their hands over their bodies and each other.  The last
piece was an interesting use of Johann Pachelbel's Canon in D major.  The
piano and guitar were the only instruments playing.  The dancers swayed
slowly to the gentle cadence making some deliberate and sensuous movement
with each note.  What topped it off was the singing from the sopranos and
high altos.  They made "bum, bump and bop" sounds in perfect pitch of
course.  Bum, bum, bump bum and so on.  As the notes reached their high
points and low points the boys would slowly push their crotches forward.
In the middle of the piece, when the piece is more melodic, they
concentrated on hip rotations.  All the while touching themselves and each
others.  Slowly moving their hands along or across the smooth skin and over
the leather.  These were their bum boys, their woodland pretty boys, they
were their male versions of nymphs but these lads were males, proud of
their masculinity, proud of their sensuality.  They danced and sang in the
finest male tradition, a gift from Apollo himself, to their and his
supplicants.  (Need the author remind the reader that Apollo was the Greek
God of prophesy, music and healing.  Their is no English word or name for a
male nymph like creature, any application of nymph or fairy and synonyms
carries a strong female connotation or is female by definition.)

The business meeting was rather normal and did not last long.  The floor
was cleared, chairs being moved to the sides, opening up a large square.
The band assembled at one end with several singers.  The over 25 men and a
few of the younger ones were offered a jolt of chemical cock stiffener.
Almost all accepted.  Just before they went in the dancers were reminded
they should involve the audience toward the end of their forth number but
not to choose their BB or regular adult partners.  "Spread your sugar
around."

The folk dancing was well received.  The members had assumed the boys would
not have anything on under the togas which were often flipped up to reveal
the white shorts.  This change of expectation added some measure of
mystery.  Not that their nakedness was any mystery, except for the first
years, all the others had probably had sex at least once with all of them.

The bump and grind number was a big hit and while the togas offered minimal
coverage and were easily removed, the dance master had shown them, at the
afternoon practice, how to "Make it last for at least 3 bars".  Once down
to the leather pants the boys all started to ham up the performance.  The
cork prostate stimulators were driving the boy's nuts, several of the older
ones ejaculated into their skin tight pants.  Many of the younger ones had
dry orgasms.  All the boys kept dancing but the looks on their faces showed
the pleasure they were experiencing.

Children are natural showmen anyway and this crew all had between almost
one and six years of practice.  They added little ad hock twists like
rubbing their bums or crotches together and kissing each other.  The boys
were not shy about touching themselves or each other, in the most
provocative and sensuous ways they could think of.  The fourth number was
slow and sensuous, this did not diminish the signs of joy and pleasure on
the faces of the dancers, however.  At the end of the show each boy took
the hands of an older male, pulling him into the square.  The band struck
up an encore of the forth song with the boys dancing while their man's
hands and lips drifted over the smooth slim bodies.  Most hands seemed
fixated on this leather covered, so well defined, buttocks and the stiff
penises pocking out, framed by,the horizontal crosses of the symmetrical
A's.  Most of the men got with the program using their teeth to pull one or
both zipper rings down and filling their oral cavities with boy goodies.
By this time both the men and the boys were just about as charged up as
possible.  The orgy was on.

In the center of the dance square Trevor a Junior boy and Lloyd were
putting on quite a show.  Not that the others were doing any less but these
two just seemed to capture everyone's attention.  Trevor for a Junior boy
is very tall and like Lloyd is very thin.  He is also very black and the
contrast between the white pants and Lloyd's very white skin and white togs
with his black skin was striking.  Their tall slim bodies moved almost
snake like in perfect time as if they had practiced; Lloyd finally kneeling
down, his long arms warped around the boy.  Trevor's hands were gliding
over Lloyd's shoulders and upper body, his hips were gently swaying and
rotating.  Lloyd's long arms were crossed behind the lad pulling him close.
His hands touching Trevor's back moving along his spine across his butt and
along the back of his legs.  Lloyd worked his way from Trevor's lips across
his chest, past his navel centering on his relatively substantial crotch
bulge.  Trevor kept up his hip gyrations the undulations causing Lloyd's
tongue to dart in and out of his navel and driving his leather covered
penis into his open mouth.

Lloyd's hands were busy exploring Trevor's butt division and the two well
defined globes.  His mouth found the left zipper ring pulling it down with
his teeth Lloyd exposed and immediately engulfed the Junior's 6" penis
while his hands pulled the shorts to the floor and off.  Trevor quickly
changed from hip gyrations to slow fucking thrusts driving his penis into
the red head's gaping mouth.

While Lloyd licked the last of Trevor's ejaculate from the inside of his
pants, the kid removed Lloyd's toga and positioned himself by raising his,
oh so nice butt in the air, spreading his cheeks and presenting his
cyclopitic eye for their mutual pleasure, which Lloyd's long hard cock
provided.

The little entertainment and special leather shorts were a big hit.  The
entertainment committee was already thinking about how to enhance the next
joint meeting, okay you can call it an orgy, with the Aphrodites.  Perhaps
the boys and girls dancing together to something like Gabriel Faure's
Pavanne or Bach's Air for Suite in D transcribed for the Alto Sax.  Those
are also a melodies the singers could "sing" as the boys had done on this
night.

Later that evening between the first and second rounds of fucking, during
the food and drink respite, the boys were encouraged to put their pants on
again.  This gave the other members, the ones that hadn't been pulled into
the dancing square a chance for the thrill of the feel.  The boys all
seemed to like the feeling and the added attention.  This was definitely a
winner.  Tom, Garth, Con and Wayne all enjoyed fondling their boy's butts
too.  Charley was thrilled his dad was paying so much close attention to
his young body.  Eddy, Charley and Conrad already had some idea what this
would feel like from the lederhosen that Garth had sent but these Apollo
League pants were even better.  For one thing they were tighter, thinner,
softer and briefer.  The side panels were cut higher on the leg too.

Tom for one, found it impossible to keep his hands out of those leather
covered butt cracks and off those so tempting little, round, globes of boy
flesh.  The big brothers were all just as interested as the older men.

......................

Traveling with Eddy and Conrad in the absence of any other child
supervision was a new experience for Tom.  Having two of his favorite boys
with him at all times, was not new but not common.  Tom held his breath as
they were greeted by Airport security.  Eddy and Conrad were now older and
even more self assured.  He did not need another airport gate type
incident.  They were GSC to DCA.  The flight would leave about 7:30 am and
arrive late morning including a couple of stops.  The boys would interact
with their fifth grade class on line and would accompany Tom to anyplace
that might have something to see.  Since Tom would have meetings at the
Smithsonian which is not one place but about 8 (Natural History, American
History, Art, Space Science, etc.) they would have lots to do on their own
while he was in meetings or conducting interviews.  That would go for
universities and in both New York and Boston. Tom would take them to places
like the Lincoln Memorial and the Statue of Liberty.  Conrad was most
excited about a tour through the USS Constitution, moored in Boston Harbor.

That first day afternoon, Tom left the boys at the Hotel and walked the few
blocks to the Capital building, to see some political types.  This was
after arriving, checking in, having lunch in a very fancy dining room.  Tom
approached the main door, the doorman was quick to swing the large brass
and glass entry open for him.  This was not unusual but the smile and
greeting he received was just a bit out of the ordinary.  He did not know
this man and had not stayed at this hotel for several years.  Coming
through the second set of doors provided a partial answer, to his minor
mystery.  The large ornate lobby was filled with people all paying
attention to something Tom could not see, to many people blocking his view.
He could hear some boogie and ragtime piano playing and figured it was some
kind of house musician.  As he approached the elevator the Bell Captain
came rushing over.  "Are you Dr. Anderson?"

"Yes," Tom answered

"Then you want to come over here," he said touching Tom's arm and pointing
toward the source of the music.  That is when he heard it, Eddy was signing
in company of a much more husky voice, it turned out to be Josh Gorban,
Conrad was beating out time on a borrowed kit.  It must have been borrowed
since his is in Tom's basement.  Gorban was playing the grand piano which
Eddy was sitting on, cross legged watching Josh for cues.  Josh Gorban is a
well know classical - pop singer in his early 20's who sang at the Winter
Olympics' closing in 2002.  When they finished the crowd expressed its
appreciation.  Tom moved into sight and Eddy sang out.  "High dad, Uncle
Harold told us to practice every day."  Conrad looked a little sheepish but
said nothing.

"I'm Tom Anderson," he said extending his hand to Josh.

Josh rose and shook hands with Tom.  "I'm Josh Groban, it is a pleasure to
meet you, Sir."

"I guess you boys had better continue your practice."

Conrad's face brightened right up and he began beating out a solid 8 to the
bar.  Followed by several of Gorban's recordings, mostly David Foster
written ballads.  When they finished Josh thanked the audience for their
indulgence and introduced Eddy and Conrad.  He mentioned they were students
of a former voice coach, from his classical days.  After the autograph
seekers departed Tom, Josh and the boys hit the coffee shop for some
refreshments and a little chat.

Tom immediately figured out that Harold had probably arranged for this and
had organized god knows what for the next 9 days.  Josh complemented the
boys on their efforts, making a few minor suggestions about style.  Tom
also toyed with the idea of using another travel service for his next trip,
one not owned by the family.

The hotel manager was delighted that this and other little performances
would be taking place in his lobby.  He effectively gave the boys the run
of the place for their stay.  The five star hotel business in D.C. is
highly competitive and even the slightest advantage could translate into
big returns.  Impromptu concerts in the lobby by name artists and two of
the cutest child prodigies going, was obviously one of those edges.

The local news was all over the story like a dirty shirt.  It didn't take
them very long to connect the boys with Tom and Tom with the congressman
and the upcoming debate.  That evening one of the local reporters from the
Post knocked on Tom's door.  Eddy and Conrad were in the middle of a pillow
battle at the time.  The reporter thought it was cute.  Anyway she was
after the human interest story.  Tom and the boys provided that.  Tom was
overwhelmed by how well Conrad had overcome his shyness.  He also saw Eddy
give her the spirit eye.  He figured she passed his inspection since both
the boys cooperated and even volunteered information.  She did ask Tom
about the upcoming debate and why he brought the boys with him.  On the
debate he just said he was looking forward to it, reminding her the last
time he debated at Harvard his U of M team won.  Eddy and Conrad gave her
the educational line thick and heavy.  They showed her the internet
connection to their school and how they were keeping up with the work and
how excited they both were to be seeing all the monuments and museums
etc. in D.C.

She was overwhelmed by their enthusiasm if nothing else.  Being Washington
she had to inquire about the political side of things.  Tom answered that
Carl was his second or third cousin but in this extended family we don't
count, we just are and everyone older is uncle or aunt to younger ones and
if they are seniors then grandfather or grandmother.  Buddies like Conrad
and Eddy are brothers or sisters the other children are cousins.  Carl is
about 10 years older than I am so we didn't pall around together, he was
and still is firm friend of my older biological brother.  "how are you and
the governor related?"  "Yes he is my mother's second cousin I think, like
I said we don't pay much attention to that.  Harold, Eddy's and Josh's
voice coach and I were classmates until university and are fast friends.
Carl's mother was our grade school music teacher.  So he is Uncle Carl to
Eddy and Conrad and his grandsons and these boys are in the same singing
group and summer camp.  That is just how things are.  These relationships
have no political meaning.

"When Uncle Carl comes to the camp we make him leave his office in the
parking lot.  We know everyone's first name but not many family names."
Conrad added.  The reporter looked a bit skeptical, but that was a good
quote.

"Is it a big family?"  she asked.

"Just over 1100 at last count from newborns to octogenarians.  The boys are
right, you get to know the family names of your contemporaries and some
others over time, things are usually on a first name, sometimes nickname
basis.  We all wear name tags when everyone gets together, that makes it
easy.  In my grandfather's time he knew everyone but most lived within a
few miles of Middletown in those days."

So it went for about an hour.  The reporter departed and the boys attacked
Tom dragging him into bed.  That was Monday.

Tom rose early and sitting in the nude began writing.  This went well
enough until the boys started making loud sucking noises, the kind that
destroy ones concentration.  Tom joined them.  After breakfast they walked
over to the Mall and began a systematic visit to the Smithsonian buildings,
they started with Space.  It would take several days to go through them and
see the other monuments and sites.

When Tom and the boys returned to the hotel about 4 pm, the boys met Josh
again and they took over the piano and began another practice.  Tom turned
on his cell phone and listened to his messages.  Their were several from
the Congressman's office.  His press aid was sounding more and more
frustrated with each message.  Tom thought this was quiet cute, "Getting
under her skin am I."  While the boys sang in the background Tom dialed the
aid's number.  "Ms Upland please."

"Suzy Ellen, Upland."

"Dr. Thomas Anderson, Mss Upland, you left a message for me to call."

In fact she had left several messages.  For a press person she was not as
diplomatic as Tom had thought a press person should be.  Tom immediately
realized this was not the person he should be talking to and not a
conversation that should be held without a record of what was said.

"Ms Upland as you can hear in the background my boys are practicing.  (Eddy
was doing scales and Conrad was running some excursuses.)  I will get off
this cell and call you back on a land line."

He hung up before she could protest, which he knew she was about to do.
Tom signaled the boys and headed up to the room.  Fired up his laptop, put
on the head set microphone and started recording, dialed the number...  It
was obvious she was annoyed with him for not responding sooner to her
earlier messages.

"Well, Ms Upland I am not in the habit of allowing my cell phone or any
other form of communication to interrupt quality time with my son or
meetings with others."

"No, I could care less how important you think yourself or the congressman
is."

"Well sir this is not Minnesota, in Washington we do things differently."

"That is true but it still does not trump quality time with my son, that's
what I call family values.  Now just what is so urgent?"

"You need to understand Dr. Anderson that cheep publicity tricks that blind
side the congressman are not acceptable, you are on his turf and must play
by the rules."

"Ms Upland, I have no idea what you are talking about but I think you need
to rephrase your comment.  This is not his turf nor is it mine.  My turf as
you put it is Minnesota and the congressman's is his district."

"You can not come to D.C. at the congressman's invitation and get a feature
article in the Post, this is a cheep publicity stunt."

"Ms Upland, Ms Upland I have no idea what you are talking about; however, I
am not here at the congressman's invitation, he and I will debate in
Cambridge, at the invitation of the Debating Union.  I am here on my own
business, part of which involves my boys and their musical future."

She went on about how he should not have given an interview to the local
press.  She kept returning to the theme of a cheep political trick.
Finally Tom interrupted her.

"Hold it lady, I do not need to justify anything I do to you or your boss.
I have not read the article you are talking about but from the nature on
the interview questions, mostly directed at the boys, I am having a lot of
difficulty in understand your problem."

"The article quotes you as saying, "one reason for your trip east is the
invitation to debate the congressman."  Did you say that sir?"

"Yes I did, that is a fact, a simple fact.  You will also note, I am sure
the reporter says something about the boy's auditions in New York and their
performance with a choir in Boston."  It then dawned on Tom the reason the
congressman's office was so upset.  "I take it you were some how attempting
to keep the debate a secret?"

"Well no, but this is not the way one gets the word out in DC."

"Look, if the congressman did not want to debate he should not have
accepted the invitation.  If you are attempting to intimidate me you have
chosen a very dangerous path."

"You know this is an election year..."

"To late, the cat is out of the bag, through no fault of mine or yours.
Did you think, in your wildest imagination, that he could sneak off to
Cambridge and publicly debate me or anyone else with no fanfare.  Don't you
think the debating society will advertise the event?"

"Yes of course, but in Cambridge not D.C."

"I suggest you look at the Debating Union's web page, the debate has been
published for several weeks.  I think you have a "tempest in a tea pot"
here.  It looks like the local media is not interested or is that what is
bothering you or is it that your announcement was preempted?"

"I like to be in control of announcements relating to the congressman,
yes."

"You can still make that announcement or just let it ride and respond to
questions should any be made."

"Oh, you don't know this town, they are already calling for our statement.
Before I give it I was wondering how you will be responding to those same
inquiries?"  Her tone had become much more conciliatory and solicitous.

"Depends what the question is but most likely, no comment.  Or you will
have to be in the audience for that."

"Then you are not releasing a preview or the text of your remarks?"

"No and if I were the congressman I wouldn't either."  Tom knew she did not
trust him and would probably do exactly the opposite of what he
recommended.  He of course did trust her and her boss to try any trick they
thought they could get away with to unsettle him.  Tom had already
researched the Congressman, examining every public statement he ever made
that even remotely reflected on the topic.  He had already written his
opening and his rebuttal.  Just like always Tom was 110% prepared.  If as
he expected some kind of pre-debate statement was issued Tom would just
politely decline comment, be little the position with faint praise and ask
the questioner to be in the audience.

By the time Tom got back to the lobby the boys were just about done.  Out
of the corner of his eye he saw a small press mob gathering.  "That was
faster then I thought," he mused.  Tom wondered how the PB's (Press Boys)
would engage him.  He had not read the Post article yet nor did he have any
concrete idea what the Congressman would have said.  "This could be a bit
of fun," he thought.

"Hay dad, how'd we do?"  Eddy sang out.

"Fine I think, I didn't hear it all," Tom turned to the audience, "How'd
they do?"  Much applause and many complements.  Josh and the boys took a
bow.  He thanked Tom for letting him sing with the boys.  Tom thanked him
for his time and help.  Josh rushed off pulling a good number of people
after him for autographs.

The press core moved in before they could escape.  Tom winked at the boys,
"here it comes."  Eddy and Conrad stood, one on each side of him, like body
guards expecting something interesting to happen.

"Professor Anderson, can we have your reaction to the Congressman's press
release?"  One of them asked, with about 5 mikes pressed toward him.

"No" was all he said.  They were both a bit shocked and temporarily
paralyzed, just standing and looking.  "I guess that is not a very good
sound bite is it?  I have no knowledge of this press release so I can not
comment on it.  Is that better?"

Conrad the resident smart ass piped up, "they must think you are a
clear-a-boyent."  Now that's a good sound bite Tom thought.

"No, son its a D.C. phenomena, the politicians and therefore the press
think that they are so important that others have nothing better to do then
hang steady for their every word."

"Oh, I see they don't know Eddy and I are the center of your universe."

"Yes," Tom thought, "Yes."  He smiled broadly

Tom turned to the reporters.  "Anyone got a copy of that release?"  They
shut down the cameras and found a copy for him.  He read it aloud to Eddy
and Conrad.  It just announced the time, place, and subject of the debate.
Made a few comments like: "he (the Congressman) would put this high brow
professor in his intellectual place."  And "his position was unassailable
being sanctioned by God and not the devil of intellectualism" or "he is
nothing but a discredited Minnesota liberal."

Tom handed the paper back to the reporter and they turned on their cameras.

"The Congressman is correct about the time and place of the debate.  He is
correct about the topic but little else is worthy of my comment.  To
slightly rephrase Mr. Shakespeare: 'The gentleman doth protest to much, me
thinks'." (Hamlet, act 3 scene 2)

Eddy sang out, "Dad is that the man you were talking about when you said
his constituents should find him a new job?"

"Yes I said something like that Eddy.  But that was related to a different
topic.  On this topic I think judgment must be withheld until after the
debate."

Conrad asked, "Does he really speak for God?"  Tom knew that is not quite
what the man said but just let the boy's comment go unchallenged.

"Only, in his own mind."

"What position will you be taking in the debate?"  one of them asked.

"You must attend the debate to find that out, I can assure you I will not
use any words these grade 5's do not understand and what the Congressman
has suggested is far from the mark.  I do find his demeaning my education
and occupation strange, coming from someone who makes much of his own
education and training, being a lawyer and all."  Tom turned to the boys,
"and no lawyer jokes from you two."  They were right on with the sad faces
at being preempted.  A great shot for the cameras.  The boys were
completely upstaging him, just what he wanted.

Tom quipped a few more answers such as. "I am glad he recognizes the
importance of us Minnesota Liberals, those of us in the statesman like
traditions of Hubert Humphrey."  He then asked for the cameras/recorders
off.  I know you were hoping I would attack the man.  Bombast is not my
style, ideas yes, people no; but I think this little conversation, I just
had with his press person is probably... well just listen.  He pulled out
his laptop, setting it on the piano and played the little telephone
recording for the press.  Offering to e-mail a copy to anyone that wanted
it.  They all did, Tom was happy to use the hotel's broadband and do it
right on the spot.

The reader may wonder why Tom willingly aligned himself with an, all be it
dead, politician.  He may be nonpartisan but that does not mean he has no
philosophy or a political mind.  Hubert Humphrey may have been defeated by
Richard Nixon in his bid to be president but unlike many other political
leaders he commanded the respect of most people, even those that disagreed
with his policies.  He feels being a liberal thinker is far better than
being a conservative non thinker or a mouth piece for some oligarch or
another.

"You didn't need to attack him Tom, that recording you played did the job
for you."

"I'm glad your on my side Conrad and Eddy too.  Now don't let this go to
your heads but I think you two are just about the smartest people around.
You boys did a great job with the press tonight."

"Ya, we did didn't we," Eddy matter of faculty stated.  Tom ruffed their
hair and they all kissed.

Eddy and Conrad began dragging Tom toward the bed.  "We need some of that
quality time before dinner."

"Sex with you two is always quality."

"Ya, we know and we will let it go to our heads and butts."  As the boys
undressed their man and he undressed his boys, all Tom could think about
was how sexy they had looked in those tight leather pants.  Tonight Conrad
would ride his cock now and Eddy before bed.  Tom was beginning to wish
their little cocks were long enough to properly fuck his butt.  That to
will come along with the come ... Garth would arrive soon and take care of
him.

Eddy and Conrad scrambled into a side by side 69 position going at each
others crotches as if they had not eaten or had sex for weeks instead of
hours.  The smooth clean lines of their fit and youthful bodies creating
delightful images in Tom's eyes.  The giggles and other sound of boy
delight were music to his ears.  Tom moved in behind Eddy and began
nibbling and licking his smooth flesh covering as much of his body as
possible, competing with Conrad's fingers for access to his anus.  Not to
show favoritism he gave Conrad the same treatment finally pulling the boys
apart and laying on his back, cock pointing to the ceiling.  Conrad claimed
his penis and Eddy his mouth.  Two cowboys riding their stallion.

The boys stayed up to watch the local news.  The three naked males laying
on the big hotel bed, propped up with pillows.  Tom in the center a boy on
each side, two heads pressed his chest.  His hands kept busy fondling the
smooth crotches of his charges and their hands busy teasing his masculinity
back to readiness.

The news reader came on with a lead into the film clip.  Sure enough, their
they were, all three giving command performances along with highly edited
parts of the phone conversation.  Ms Upland and by association the
Congressman, came off looking stupid and vindictive.  The boys stole the
show putting down the mighty politician.  When it comes to PR, cute wins
over rhetoric, every time.  Tom just looked like Tom, the principled
academic, being unwilling to participate in what he obviously thought but
never said, was foolishness.  As usual, it is what Tom didn't say that was
more important than what he did.  The true believers aren't listening and
others are willing and able to draw their own conclusions.