Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 20:08:47 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-16

			     TURNING THE PAGE

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale
is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people,
places or events, it is purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or if
reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't
like the subject matter, please leave now.  This is a fantasy story in a
time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take
care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.

Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without
written permission of the author.  If you are enjoying this story, write to
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The Story Up 'Til Now ........

Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian
Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel
to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school
friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike.  Brian saves himself, but the
friend kills himself later in remorse. Brian's family retainer, Adam
McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them and
falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's reelection,
that their relationship may be revealed.  Nils two sergeants, Rocco
Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's brother,
and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story.  Mike was in
Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays viciously, and thinking Brian
was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it.
     Mike awakens and soon is back to work.  Mike is accused by his Party
County Chairman, Bradford Stone, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of
Mike being a homosexual.
     Roy MacLean had come from Washington to help them with financial and
legal matters, and he's staying with Sean in his fancy apartment.  Rocco,
Joey and Ben also make up, but Rocco hits the drug house on his own and is
severely wounded, later dying in Joey's arms.  The threat against Mike's
reelection grows.
     Nils meets Jake, a friend of Jack's at the airport.  Jake is an
undercover agent with the DEA who is under The Boss, trying to identify him
and get evidence.  Jake had called Mike to warn him about what The Boss is
plotting. Roy and Sean have become partners, living together.  Ben and Joey
visit Nils at home and they have a hot threesome. Joey reports the huge
amount of money he will receive as Rocco's heir for him and for Ben, too.
Mike and Brian meet the boy, GB Gunn, who has sex with The Boss and
overhears his plans.  Mike and Adam help GB catch the drug boss.  Joey and
Ben have a sex bout with Nils.  Ben stops his Dad from committing
suicide. The drug boss is captured with the help of GB who goes back to
Mike and Brian. GB wants to see his friend, Pete, whose parents took him
away from GB, an evil influence, they thought.  Pete is returned to GB by
Mike and Brian, GB and Pete sailing in Mike's boat. GB and Pete will live
with Mike and will be home schooled by Adam.  Adam and Nils ran into a
relative of Joey and Tony Montoni in Columbus on a part business and part
holiday in the capitol city.


                               CHAPTER SIXTEEN


     Pete Withington and GB Gunn sat on the couch in the living room of
Mike's cabin, separated by Brian who was keeping them apart for a bit.  He
did have an arm around each of them to hold them and help them feel
comfortable.  They were still excited, even hyper, holding hands across
Brian's abdomen, perilously close to Brian's slowly filling cock. Brian
felt badly inside because GB had practically forced sex on him that
morning.  Well, he thought, I could have stopped him if I really wanted to,
he admitted to himself.  'You damn slut,' he chided himself.
      GB had of course been at the cabin for a day or so, but Pete was
brought from his home by Mike and Adam when his parents refused to keep him
any longer.  A phone call from Mike to Judge Reynolds, the father of
another classmate of Mike's, who issued a temporary order assigning both
boys to Mike's custody, indicating that a permanent custody order would
probably be forthcoming.  Mike had also discussed with the judge about
having the boys home schooled because of their special needs and irregular
attendance and Mike hoped that Adam would take on that responsibility
though he hadn't asked him as yet.  This was what he wanted to talk to the
boys about first.
     "GB and Pete, we have to talk about what will happen to you in the
future.  My friend, Judge Reynolds, has assigned you into my care, probably
for good, and you will be fed, clothed and housed by me here.  We don't
have a lot of room, but if you are good, and I mean, very, very good, I may
allow you two to live in the small cabin at little ways from this one.
That's where Ben and Joey were living until they moved to Joey's house
which is now Joey's and Ben's house in town where they are going to
school."
     "Do you have any questions for me now?"
     "Do you mean that we can stay together?  For good?"
     "Yes, if you are very, very good."  Big high-five and smiles by the
boys. "That means mostly taking care of yourselves, cleaning the cabin,
laundering, learning your lessons obeying the rules here which you will
learn as we go along."
     "Anything else?"
     Pete reddened and looked totally embarrassed, asked quietly, "Could we
....  ah .....  could we go to the small cabin, ah ..... to look around
... you know, see what we need?" GB nodded his agreement, eagerly staring
at Mike.
     Mike had their number right away and had difficulty to keep from
smiling as did Brian and Adam.
     "OK, boys, look all around to see what's there for you.  You can use
anything you find, which we can replenish when necessary." He looked at his
watch, "You have about an hour, we'll have lunch here at 12.  OK?"
     Both boys were jumping to their feet scampering out of the cabin
before realizing that they no idea of where they were going.
     GB poked his head back in the doorway. "Ah, Mike, just where is this
cabin?"
     At that everyone in the cabin was laughing hard, so captivated by the
situation and by GB's adorable face and look of naive innocence.
     Mike looked at Brian, "Would you take the boys in hand and lead them
down the path ...  to the cabin.  You might better show them what they
could and should use for their protection."  He snorted, smiling, "Yes, and
impress on them that we eat lunch at noon.  Show them the clock beside the
bed.  They just might possibly remember."
     Brian took GB and Pete in hand walking slowly toward the cabin,
talking to them in a quiet voice about what they should and shouldn't do.
     Mike watched them go, praying they would be OK, relying on their love
for each other for their safety.

     After Brian left GB and Pete alone in the guest cabin, the two boys,
just 12 years old, almost twins though Pete was a little taller, more
mature, watched the other's eyes.  Although they hadn't seen each other for
almost a year, both of them had the same bleached tips in their light brown
hair and each had exactly the same kind of neck beads, alternating brown
and white circles of carved shells.  They wore a white t-shirt and cargo
shorts, looking so huge on their young slender bodies.
     Both of them seemed paralyzed, not quite sure how to approach his
friend.  They had been embarrassed when Brian showed them the drawer with
condoms and lubricant. Even though both had been fucked by their 'johns'
and GB had fucked himself on Brian's monster, they had never gone that far
by themselves.  Now they seemed cautious of each other.
     Pete spoke first, "GB, I did write to you, I really did.  I heard my
Mom say she burned them up before the mailman could pick them up."  Pete's
eyes were glistening with his tears, he sat on the bed, his head bowed in
despair.  "I'm sorry GB, I should have tried harder to find you after we
moved back near River City."
     GB stood in front of Pete, placed one hand on Pete's shoulder and
replied, "Pete, you weren't the only one. Your Mom burned all my letters to
you, I wrote quite a few, the bitch." His eyes sparkling with emotion, "I
tried to find out where you were but just didn't know how and I couldn't
ask my father or brother. They called you horrible names all the time.  I'm
sorry, too."
     Then GB stood straight, his slender body upright and tense, he placed
his hands on his shirt ends which he whipped it off and threw to the floor.
After that, GB's hands opened his shorts' waist fastening, letting them
also end up on the floor.  With that done GB stood in front of Pete
completely nude, his smooth body somewhat reddened all over since he was a
bit chagrined to be naked in front of Pete after so long.  It had been
almost a year since they'd exposed themselves to each other.
     Pete hadn't been watching GB, his head was bowed low, staring at his
knees.  When GB said, "Pete," and waited, Pete finally raised his head and
noticed what GB had done.  Very slowly a broad smile appeared across his
face, his eyes brightened and squinched together as he suddenly jumped off
the bed, taking a quick swipe at GB's genitals as he did. GB flinched, but
also smiled at his now-returned best friend.
     With twice the speed that GB had shown Pete lost his T-shirt, shorts
and briefs and was stark naked in front of GB's equally bare body, waiting
with suspended breathing for GB to react to his revelation.  Pete's body
was a little more mature than GB's, slightly more defined muscles,
especially pecs and abs, and more athletically proportioned, i.e., broader
shoulders and narrower hips, tighter buttocks and more sculpted thighs and
calves.  All this did not make a lot of difference between them, but it was
an indication that Pete's body would be more athletically developed in the
future - but not that much.
     When soft, both pricks were quite small with only a tiny area of pubes
above the bases, though again Pete's were slighter larger, a small
triangle.  GB's dick, when hard, was only about 5 inches long, but thicker
than Pete's.  It looked especially wide because of GB's small, slim body. .
GB was wondering right then whether Pete's experiences with men had opened
up his ass.  He'd have to ask about that.  Pete's cock was about 6 inches
but not nearly at wide as Gb's.  He figured he could easily take it now.
     GB reached out to Pete's crotch and gently started to pump Pete's
cock, slowly from base to head, holding fairly tight, not wanting to hurt
him.  Pete did the same by grabbing GB's dick in both hands so his fingers
could surround the stiffened cock, and pumped it as GB was doing his.
     Suddenly Pete yelled, "Oh, GB, quit, quit .... I'm almost coming, I'm
...  all ... oh damn," he uttered, then "Ugh, ngh .... oh, man ...  shit,
shit ... GB, help ... ," he whispered, "no, it's too damn late ...  He
groaned a few more times as his white hot semen spurted from his red,
stone- like prick, pulsing and throbbing in GB's hand which kept pumping
until Pete made him stop.
     "It hurts, GB, too sensitive now.  Give me a minute and I'll get you
off."  He sank to the bed, giggling as he licked off GB's abdomen where his
semen had landed, other than on the floor.
     After a brief rest, Pete reached out to grab GB's cock, still solid
and hard, swollen more than usual, and drooling from the piss lips in long
strands to the floor.  Holding on tight, Pete pulled GB to him, still
sitting on the bed.
     Pete's head was exactly at the level of GB's crotch, so he spread his
mouth wide open to received GB's cockhead, drool and all, directly into it,
damn near breaking his jaw at the same time.  He grabbed GB's tiny butt
with both hands, forcing him to move toward the bed.
     "Oh, shit, Pete, that's so good.  It's been too long being away from
you, every time I jacked off I thought of you and what we did together.  I
dreamed of your cock in my mouth and eating your cum.  Oh, Pete, I'm almost
there, don't stop, don't!"  Pete had taken at the most of GB's cock in his
mouth, that was all he could get inside, but his tongue was working fast to
caress every square millimeter, especially the spongy, ultra-sensitive
cockhead.  He loved the mild, alkaline taste of GB's precum, clear and
super slippery.  He also loved so stick his tongue tip directly into GB's
piss hole which was huge when he was at full erection, wide and gaping.
     GB had been jerking his body around, pushing his pelvis toward Pete's
mouth, when he suddenly yelled, "Pete, it's coming!  It's coming!  Take me,
swallow me, man, it's all me!"
     Pete began pumping his hand on the part of GB's cock that was outside
of his mouth, forcing GB's tasty cum, that white hot slippery fluid,
sliding down his throat as he swallowed quickly, trying to keep it in his
mouth. GB's legs wouldn't hold him up so he fell on the bed, beside Pete,
Pete's mouth still on his cockhead, sucking for all he was worth.
     "Oh, God, Petey, stop, please stop, you are too good.  You must be
pulling my balls out of my dick into your stomach."  He breathed easier,
his body calmer, "Thank you, Petey, that was wonderful.  I'll do you as
soon as we can get together."  Then he snickered, "But, I think, Petey,
that I'd rather have your cock up my ass.  My asshole feels so lonely, so
empty, and your cock could make me feel whole again."  He glanced at the
clock, "God, Petey, we have five minutes to get to the cabin.  We gotta
clean up and get there."  He pressed his lips against Pete's in a quick,
intense kiss, then jumped up, running to the bathroom.
     Both boys squeezed together in front of the toilet, laughing on a real
high, pissing double streams of light yellow urine into the bowl of water.
A cursory washing of hands, washing of dicks and balls, and drying of the
same preceded the rush for clothes on the floor.  These they donned
speedily, racing down the path to the cabin.  They were giggling, punching
each other lightly and jostling back and forth down the beaten dirt path
through the woods.  Just like any other 12 year olds.
     But they were not just any other 12 year olds.  Each had seen and been
through hard times, in situations that 12 year olds normally are not forced
through in their whole lives.  But, they were together again, hoping and
praying that they could stay together now.


     As GB and Pete reached the cabin and entered, Adam announced that
supper was ready, "Either come and get it now, or starve."
     The two boys were not used to Adam's crazy humor, so they hustled to
the food line, grabbed a plate each and began loading up. Mike, Brian and
Adam were watching their newest foundlings who hadn't noticed the attention
they drew with feelings of concern and affection.  When everyone had been
served and were sitting around the living room couch and chairs, Mike felt
it was time to tell GB and Pete about their new life.
     Looking at the two boys sitting on the couch between Brian and Adam,
Mike tried to catch their attention, drawing it from their food. "Boys, I
have some stuff to tell you about your life now.  I want to be sure you
understand what is going to happen.  Are you with me?"
     The blank stares on their faces told him that he was trying to get the
calves away from the mother's milk, and it wasn't going to happen.  Ok, he
thought, I'll wait until their stomachs are full.
     "Adam, I know we talked about this, but are you ready to head to
Columbus tomorrow for the home schooling materials we will need.  I know
this has been sudden, but we're in a tight spot and have to wiggle out of
it somehow."
     "Sure, Mike, I'm used to the idea now. The more I think about it, the
teaching, the more I'm sure I'd like to do it." He paused, looking at GB
and Pete, "But it looks like I'll have to get a 2 x 4 or two to get their
attention."  He laughed, startling the boys who looked at him in wonder and
awe.  Mike and Brian joined Adam, smiling broadly while staring at the
boys.
     "I don't think you'll have to go that far, Adam, but until they get
used to being together again, you'll have trouble keeping them on task.
And I think that the rampant hormones will slow the progress too, but I'm
sure you'll be able to work around all that. OK?"
     Adam responded, "Sure, that will be fine, Mike, and I can probably put
them to work as kitchen help." He waved his arm at the culinary mess he'd
made while fixing their supper.
     "GB and Pete, have you finished, have you had enough food for now?"
     The boys seemed somewhat alarmed, merely nodding their heads toward
Mike.  He thought, talk about dysfunctional families, these two great kids
have been terribly damaged, but I hope we can make some repairs, let them
grow up right.
     "Boys, I have fixed it with the Children's Court judge, Judge
Reynolds, a friend of mine, who has given me custody of you for the
foreseeable future.  That's means you are my responsibility and my
commitment to raise you from here on - that means seeing that you have
food, clothes, a roof over your heads and as much care and love we all can
give you.  Are you with me so far?"
     Again, two tousled nodding heads with eyes that really didn't seem to
fathom Mike's statement, though they didn't seem as afraid any more nor
apprehensive as they had been a minute before.
     "Now, GB and Pete, I need you to answer me out loud, are you agreeable
to stay with me and Brian and Adam, to let us help you in all respects and
to obey my decisions for your own benefit.  What do you say?"
     Again, the nodding started.
     This time Mike raised his voice, "GB, Pete, you have to say out loud
what you want to do.  It is either stay with us, live here and do what our
'family' decides, or you go to the county home for juvenile homeless
boys. Now can you answer?"
     With those words Mike finally got through to the mutes because they
jumped up from the couch as if joined together, "Yes, yes, we want to stay
here. Yes, Yes."
     GB continued, "Mike, we're sorry. We weren't paying attention, but
thought you were going to get rid of us, to the county home or something. I
know you once told me I'd be staying, but I was so afraid for Pete."
     "Yes, sir, sir, we want to stay - sorry we couldn't understand."  Pete
looked around at the three men around them, "We couldn't believe that we
could really stay with you."  His face flushed, his eyes full of tears, "We
were so afraid we'd have to go back home, and we didn't want to have to run
away together since we'd probably end up dying."  His tears started running
down his cheeks, those full, rosy cheeks so charming and delightful on a
pre-teen boy.  He grabbed GB, pulled him into his body where they hugged
each other, unable to believe that their worst fears were not going to be
realized.
     "GB, Pete.  Would you come here please?"  Mike spoke calmly, sitting
on a dining chair, reaching out with both arms toward them, encouraging
them to leave their huddle or rather to join a new one with Mike in the
center.
     They looked at him, looked each other in the eye, looked back then
slowly split apart, walking with some reluctance toward Mike.  As soon as
they neared enough to permit it, Mike put an arm around each while drawing
them into his grasp until he had each sitting on one of his legs.
     With an arm holding each boy tightly to him Mike could feel them still
trembling and shaking, "Boys, we are only here to help you.  Right now you
have a choice.  You can stay with us, doing all I said, or we can deliver
you to the juvenile home?  Now, do you want to stay?"
     Both boys whispered a 'yes' to Mike, clinging closer to him arms
wrapped around his neck.
     "Ok, will you do what we need you to do?"  Again more quiet 'yesses'.
     "And the most important question, "Do you think you can handle having
a second father and two more brothers?"
     Both started giggling at the same time, burying their faces in Mike's
neck.
     "Thank you, Mike.  We love you."  GB started, but Pete followed
immediately with the same sentiment.
     "Maybe you ought to go to your brothers and tell them the same thing?
Huh?"
     They hugged and kissed a brother, then switched and hugged and kissed
the other brother. Brian and Adam kissed back, hugging the boys while Brian
was holding GB's ass and remembering having his cock up that lovely
attraction the day before, feeling extremely guilty for having done it.  He
didn't dare look at Mike.
     Mike broke into the melee, continuing, "This is for everyone, Adam
will be leaving for Columbus tomorrow morning and I've learned I must fly
to Washington tomorrow morning for some important votes coming up.  I
probably won't be gone more than a couple of days, but I never can tell."
     "Now, while Adam is gone, Brian is in charge and I expect you two to
do what he says."  He gave them the 'evil' eye and they shivered in their
shorts.  Well, they pretended to be scared. "Seriously, men, when Adam is
back, he is in charge and he will begin your home schooling tomorrow."
     GB and Pete looked at each other with furrowed brows and questioning
eyes boring into their neighbors, "Well ...  well ... who do we get to
boss?"
     Mike started to answer when he realized his leg was being pulled,
hard, so he couldn't do anything but start laughing.  "I guess you two will
boss each other, who else is left?"  He grabbed them, holding the charming
and bewitching young pre-teens to himself, squeezing their thin frames
while he kissed their foreheads. "I think you better check the guest cabin
to see if you will need anything tonight until morning. Ok?"
     "Ok, we'll look and be back if we need anything."  They each hugged
Mike, Adam and Brian, also shaking their hand while thanking them for
keeping them.  Then they buzzed out of the cabin like two bees on a
crusade.
     "Brian, good luck, tomorrow. You can go sailing or swimming or just
hiking in the woods, but you better not take them in to town, we don't want
them seen right now. And, watch the alarm system very closely, take the
remote control with you when you leave the cabin.  We sure don't want any
nosy troublemakers invading our property.  In fact, before I leave
tomorrow, I will call the protective service to ask for more personal
protection on the grounds for the next few days.  So there will be some men
taking tours around the property, but primarily around this section with
the cabins, cars and so on."
     "Got you, Mike, I can handle anything."  He actually thrust his chest
outward when he said that, attesting to his physical prowess at being
capable.



     After Adam left for Columbus in his tank-like pickup truck, dropping
Mike off at the airport before he headed west toward the middle of the
state, Brian and the boys managed to put enough food together to feed three
hungry boys, Brian included.
     Brian tried to tease the boys about their activities the previous
night alone in the guest cabin; such as, "Did you guys get ANY sleep last
night?"  An evil snicker followed.
     GB and Pete looked at each other, then smiled wickedly, trying to
intimate to Brian that they had been very busy all night.  GB laughed at
Brian, "Hey, man, we hardly slept a wink, did we Pete?"
     Pete followed his best friend's lead, "Yeah, we got up to all sorts of
trouble, didn't we?"  He lightly punched their fists a couple of times,
sealing their partnership and for the time being, a separate relationship
from anyone else.  Actually, the boys had been too tired to do anything and
slept hard until Brian woke them up in the morning.
     When all three finished breakfast, Brian asked what they'd like to do
that day.
     "We'll be by ourselves all day, guys, your last day of vacation
because you'll be starting school with Adam tomorrow."  He looked back and
forth, "The only limitation is that we have to stay on Mike's property.
But that includes the cabins, the lake and woods within the fences.
     The boys seemed to be thinking, pacing a bit in the living room,
frowns on their foreheads, when GB excitedly spoke, "Hey, Brian, could we
take the sailboat out, we could have fun and we would teach Pete how to
sail and all that?  Could we, huh?"  His pleading was so dramatic, he could
have gotten an Oscar.
     Brian couldn't help laughing at GB, and more so when Pete started
imitating GB's pleading, too.  "Ok, guys, we'll go sailing.  But first I
need help cleaning up the breakfast stuff, and we need to clean this whole
place, vacuum the carpet, dust all surfaces and straighten up.  Then we go
sailing. OK?"
     "Yeah, yeah, here we go!"  The boys ran around like headless chickens,
getting in each other's way and getting nothing done.  Brian corralled them
with difficulty, but finally divided the work and got them going.

     Within half an hour Brian and GB and Pete were on the sailboat in the
middle of the lake, hardly moving because of little wind, so Brian and GB
started teaching Pete how to operate the sails and lines and all.  Since
there was practically no wind, they could practice raising and lowering the
sails, both main and jib, a number of times to let that lesson fix itself
into the boys' minds.
     Brian had difficulty keeping his cock subdued in his speedo because
the boys were clad in just their bikini briefs which barely covered their
butts or tools, especially when they became excited.  So he stayed in the
stern holding the rudder under control hiding his hard dick between his
legs, and while giving orders to the 'crew'.  He also found fiberglas
polish and wax, setting GB and Pete to work on cleaning the deck and
cockpit.
     Naturally, the boys fooled around more than worked, but Brian didn't
mind since they seemed to be relaxed and in a good mood.  He restrained
their worst misdeeds with a quick and accurate swat at their butts, so taut
and cute, and would grab one or the other to administer a heart-felt hug
and brief kiss on the head while holding on to their slim, wiry and wiggly
body.  Brian felt so sorry for these boys, for their difficult time at home
and on the street.  At one point he noticed that GB and Pete had stepped
down into the cabin where he heard they whispering quietly, but heatedly.
     As a light breeze arose, Brian looked aloft at the tell-tales tied to
the stays to see the wind direction and estimate wind speed.  When he
looked back down and into the cabin, he saw the boys pulling their briefs
down their legs and off, standing in the cabin stark naked, their slim bare
bodied showing tanned except for their white loins, a narrow untanned ring
around their hips.  They started to turn each other around, reaching for
swinging genitals, taking swats at a passing butt, a cute, bubble butt
perched high atop their long legs.
     Brian thought, 'Oh shit, how am I going to resist those sexy kids, I
know I should but I already gave in to GB, now two of them.  Whew!'
     He couldn't help smiling at them as they emerged from the cabin
wiggling their butts and soft, little dicks at him, sliding their hands
sinuously along their bodies, doing their best to tempt him, attract him,
lure him to their charms.  They got close to Brian in the stern, each
sitting on one of his legs then running their hands up and down Brian's
chest and abdomen, finally reaching to his crotch.  Brian let go of the
tiller since there was no wind and he let the boat drift while he wrapped
his arms around these hot naked boys, seeming innocent and chaste though he
knew different.
     "Guys, we shouldn't be on deck naked, especially you two.  We never
know when someone might sneak on the property.  Please go in the cabin and
get your briefs."  He stood up, planning to apply just a little force so
they would do it.  He hadn't planned to have his speedo grabbed and pulled
down his legs.  The boys took no time getting their hands on his swollen
cock and balls and full, solid buttocks.  He had no choice but to take over
and push them into the cabin, hobbled by his speedo around his ankles..
     Brian sat on the starboard bunk, facing his two charges, figuratively
drooling over their young and immature figures, but knowing he should
resist, "Ya know guys, I don't mind if you have fun together, go to it, but
I shouldn't participate, you know that and I know that."  Brian's standup
cock easily showed his state of mind, contradicting his words, his prick
doing the drooling, running down the sides and pooling on his balls and
legs.
     They sat on either side of Brian,"Aw, Brian," GB started, "come on,
we've already had great sex yesterday, didn't we."  GB distracted Brian,
turning him to face him, "Brian, please, we need you to teach us what's
right.."
     "Yeow," Brian yelled. While he was looking at GB, Pete had sunk
Brian's cock into his mouth, clear to the blond curlies at the base, his
tongue fluttering against the big prick top to bottom. He also grabbed
Brian's scrotum, pulling hard on the balls themselves.  Brian tried to get
Pete off of his thumping pecker, but GB diverted him by playing a tongue
wrestling match with practically his whole face in Brian's mouth.  Finally
the two boys combined to push Brian onto his back on the starboard bunk,
laying on top of him and holding him tight.
     Brian gave up resisting, not wanting to get forceful with them with
maybe someone getting hurt, so he relaxed and enjoyed feeling of these
naked boys lying on top of him, snuggling close, gently rubbing his cock
and balls, frequently kissing his face.  These kisses he joyfully returned.
     Brian couldn't get enough of the aroma and scent of these two
pubescent boys, a bouquet of cleanliness, boyish redolence and the reek of
sexual passion.  He ran each hand over a slim wiggling boy's back to his
waist, enjoying the smooth feel of naked skin and firm flesh, then to the
pairs of buttocks, so full yet soft.  He followed the splits, gently
running a finger between the cheeks, gradually deeper and deeper until he
could just sense their rosebuds, wrinkled and tight, quivering and
twitching.
     "Brian, we need to make love to you?  Then maybe you would do us, show
us stuff you've learned.  We really haven't done that much, you know, " GB
complained a bit, hoping Brian would really bring them off big time.
     "Boys, first, you must never tell anyone what we did, even our best
friends. OK?"
     GB and Pete came back with a firm "Yes, we'll never tell".
     "Also, I shouldn't be doing this anyway, but in a very short time I've
gotten to love you two devils."  He held them tighter, pressing their
nakedness close to his own.  "OK, now you can go ahead and do your worst."
He laughed, "And I hope I survive."
     They got off Brian, standing on the cabin deck, just looking at
Brian's body and mostly his cock, about 8 inches of rock hard meat with a
large spongy head almost purple it was so swollen with blood.  It stood
tall from his crotch, slightly swaying and throbbing too. Just under the
base was his scrotum, filled with egg-sized testicles, stretching the
wrinkled skin taut.
     Both boys got on their hands and knees on the bunk over Brian's hunky
body, at first trying to decide just where to start.  Through some ESP
signal, GB put his head in Brian's crotch, nuzzling the wiry blond hairs,
bumping the big prick against his cheek.  Pete placed his lips in the
center of Brian's chest, licking his slightly salty skin, moving to one
side and got Brian's left nipple in his mouth, fluttering the teat with his
tongue then lightly nipping it with his pure white teeth.
     GB was licking the cock, first along the underside from base to head
and back, slathering it with his saliva all over.  With one hand on the
base GB raised the prick to the vertical, pulling the soft, velvet skin
down opening the piss lips a bit where GB placed his tongue, forcing it
into the piss channel trying to sink the whole thing inside.
     Brian was already getting the itch from his groin, twitching and
jerking as the boys attacked his body, his cock and nipples, stimulating
his passions and orgasmic lust.  GB had now taken all of Brian's 8 inches
into his mouth, driving the head into his throat where it felt his throat
muscles spasm.  He'd learned to do that when he was forced to by The Boss.
     Pete had moved down between Brian's legs, licking the older man's
inner thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh higher and higher soon reaching
the scrotum.  It was a tight fit but Pete managed to get one of Brian's
balls into his mouth where he played with it a while then got the other one
to tickle.  At the same time GB had turned his body to kneel over Brian,
his crotch over the blond's head, though still sucking Brian's rigid,
enlarged cock which was drooling a steady stream of precum into GB's mouth.
     Pete then pushed on Brian's thighs, raising his legs so he could
follow the trail, licking some more at the scrotum then along the ultra
sensitive nerves of the perineum leading between his scrotum to his
asshole.  Brian was moaning, his breathing labored and coming in rapid
puffs, his hands all over GB's smooth, naked skin, so hot and shivering
with sexual delight.  Brian soon realized that GB's crotch was directly
over his face, his cock and balls hanging down, the fully erect pecker
dripping precum into Brian's face where he savored each drop.  Wanting
more, the older blond gripped GB's buttock cheeks pulling his crotch down
closer, finally slipping GB's prick into his mouth, practically choking
himself on the smallish cock. GB started to punch his hips down toward
Brian's face, aiming to shove his spear as far down Brian's throat as he
could.
     Pete was licking Brian's asshole, shoving his tongue into the
wrinkled, pink orifice while he was trying to get lots of saliva inside and
around it.  Brian seemed out of it, so Pete knelt on the deck, just at the
right height and aimed his stiff six incher's solid head at the hole.  He
hadn't given Brian any warning but just shoved his hips and rammed his cock
clear to the balls into the older man's love channel.  Brian let out a loud
groan, muffled because he was still sucking on GB's five incher, playing
with his balls and work one finger inside GB's asshole, sliding in easily
to the depth of his prostate. With that GB also let out a muffled groan
because his mouth was full to the brim of Brian's eight incher, drooling
his precum down GB's throat.
     Pete was so fired up, so hot and excited that he had no hesitation,
just started pumping his dick in and out of the fiery depths of Brian's ass
in total rapture or orgasmic delight.  The three of them were involved in
an erotic dance of raging passionate inferno.  Each was twitching and
jerking their bodies in spasms of animal passions and human lust and
desire.
     The three were getting hotter, more excited and aroused, hot blood
streaming through their veins, especially their cocks, the eroticism
reaching a final climax for fireworks exploding their minds and crotches to
the inevitable thrust.  Grabbing and holding on tightly to butts, cocks,
balls and bodies, jolting, wrenching lurching against each other, finally
feeling their cum rising from their overheated crotches into their
pounding, throbbing cocks, two embedded in their companion's mouth, one in
the supreme love tunnel pumping cum in steady streams into Brian's colon.
Brian tightened his asshole when he came, bringing Pete along with him. And
he had no trouble sucking all GB's cum from his cock and balls, draining
all he had into his stomach, swallowing furiously the white hot thick and
thin cum, GB's life's essence, his nature.
     Amid groans and panting, moans and gasping our three loving and
blissful young men collapsed together on the cabin bunk, actually falling
asleep to rest up for the next spell of whatever might cum.


     "Adam, it was great of you to take me with you to Columbus, I don't
get there often and do like the city.  Lucky I had a day off coming and
could actually take it.  So many times I just can't get away."  He put his
hand on Adam's taut thigh, "And I get to go with a handsome devil with a
really, really big dick."  He laughed, rubbing his hand around.
     Adam smiled broadly and glanced at him.  "I was sure happy you could
go on such short notice, Nils, and YOU are the handsome guy with a really,
really big dick WITH a foreskin. How lucky can I be."  He reached to Nils
crotch and cupped his hand around Nils' equipment.
     Both left their hands as they were for a while.
     Nils yelled, "Hey, Adam, there's a motel, let's stop!!"  He looked at
Adam, deadpan, then suddenly started laughing.  "Alright, so I'm an easy
pickup."
     "We're not stopping at a flea-bag motel, we are staying at the Hyatt
on Capitol Square, that's where we'll be.  I told Mike that I'd be there,
and that's why I told you to bring a suit and all the trimmings.  We're
going to eat great and have a suite and everything.  I don't spend much
money at all, and when I get a chance, I let go."  He put an amused smile
on his face, "And have I told you lately that I have more than a few
millions and that I love you?"
     "Are you going to bring that up again?  All the time, millions here,
millions there." Nils giggled like a kid, "I love it, man, you're my hot
stuff." He paused, giggled again, "And I love that you spend money on me.
Shows me that you really care."  At that point he moved his hand to Adam's
crotch to cuddle his cock and balls, sort of to hold him over until they
are alone.
     Nils eyes twinkled, "How are you going to explain this truck, the
Titantic here, to the doorman, it doesn't exactly go with your suit -
should be maybe chaps, spurs, cowboy boots and 10 gallon Stetson, though."
     "Where you been, man, these F350s are in, man, really in.  I'll get
better service with this that if I were driving the best Lexus.  Trucks are
in, man.  I'm thinking of getting me a bigger one soon, this one is getting
dirty."  He snickered.

     As Adam had predicted, they were effusively welcomed to the Hyatt and
the truck was the focus of many admiring glances.  Adam tipped
extravagantly, knowing that the word would get around to all the employees.
     The magnificent foyer led them to the desk where Adam registered for
he and his associate.  The obsequious desk clerk literally fawned over the
two handsome men, extremely well dressed and groomed, indicative of money
somewhere in the background.  And he wasn't wrong.
     Ten minutes they were being let into their suite by the sexiest young
man, looking more like Nils than anything else.  While they were led around
the rooms of the suite, Adam whispered to Nils, "Wonder if he's cut or
not?"
     Nils just smiled, nodding slightly.  "I'd bet no."
     Looking out the huge windows, they realized that they were facing the
south side of the Ohio capital building, high enough to see most all of the
capitol square, homeless and all.
     The suite consisted of two bedrooms, a large living room and the most
luxuriant bathroom they'd ever seen with a shower for three or four at
least, plus a Jacuzzi and bidet with the usual toilet inside it's own
little room.  All the rooms were softly carpeted and filled with expensive
furniture.  A dining table with six chairs fit into a corner of the living
room, its surface covered with a huge spray of flowers and two bowls of
fruits, nuts and small bottles of wine.
     "Well, Nils, I guess we're set for the night."
     "Hey, man, you told me you'd take me out to eat," he whined.
     The bell hop was looking partly amused and partly confused, wondering
just who these two are, and more so, just what they are.
     "Here is you key, sir, if there is anything I can do for you, just
call for Tony." He smiled.  Then his eyes popped when Adam slid a fifty
dollar bill into his hand.
     Adam stayed serious, "Ok, Tony, we'll probably do that.  When do you
get off?"
     Tony wasn't sure how to answer, but said, "I get off at 10 tonight."
     "Ok, thanks for everything," Adam nodded, dismissing the young
bellhop.
     "Oh, thank you, sir."
     Adam took Nils in his arms and kissed him passionately on his lips,
one hand on his rear end.  His eyes seemed closed, but he peeked to see
Tony reach the door, who then turned to say something, but it never came
out when he saw their embrace.  Adam never knew, but the young man's cock
immediately headed south down his boxers and pants toward his knee.  He'd
have to walk carefully for a while or break it off, so hard it was.


     Late that afternoon the two men returned to the suite having visited
the State Department of Education for supplies and requirements for home
schooling GB and Pete.  Nils was surprised to learn from Adam's answers to
their questions that he had two degrees, one in Education and a graduate
degree in Business.  He thought to himself, 'What had this man been doing
taking care of Brian and Brian's father for so many years.'
     After changing clothes, the two men, having reservations at the best
restaurant in the hotel, took the elevator to the mezzanine and dined well
on cuisine with a French flavor and French wines.  By the time they had
returned to their suite, they were ready for some action.
     "Adam, you remember that Tony gets off in half an hour, would you like
to see if he is cut or uncut?  If he doesn't work out, we could still have
a good time."  He thought a minute, "Ah, my friend, just when are we going
back to River City.?"
     Adam smiled, "Well, Mike is going to be in Washington a few more days
and I'm sure Brian can take care of GB and Pete.  Actually, I'd bet they
are taking care of Brian and probably letting him have IT."  He gave Nils a
quick kiss on the lips, "How about we call for Tony and see what works
out?"
     "Just my thinking, Adam, you and I can always get together in River
City, but this is special. And I don't think we'd be violating any of our
trust since it's us together. Right?"
     Adam picked up the room phone.
     "Room Service?"
     "The Taft Suite, yes."
     "I would like to have a late supper sent up - oh, caviar, shrimp, and
the trimmings, just enough for two - ah, no, better make that for three.
All right?"
     "Oh, and would you have Tony bring it up about 10 o'clock.  He was so
helpful when we came in today."
     "Good."
     As he hung up the phone, Adam pumped his arm, "Yesssss!  I think we'll
get to find out."


     The knock on the door was tentative, but audible.
     "Come in," Adam yelled.
     Slowly, the wide door swished open, making room for Tony and a large
serving cart covered with pure white dining cloths.  He smiled and entered,
pushing the cart toward the dining table.
     Turning to Adam in a soft chair, "Would you like me to serve?"
     "Yes, Tony, that would be fine.  Set three places, please."
     Tony looked around, wondering, seeing only two men in the room.  He
began serving the various dishes on the table, carefully and precisely.
When he finished, he asked, "Will there be anything else", in a rather
hopeful manner.
     Adam responded, "You are off duty now, aren't you?"
     Tony nodded.
     "Well, then we have a question for you. Would you come closer,
please?"
     The wondering and a little worrying could be seen on Tony's face, he
was trying to imagine what they were up to.  The two gay men puzzled him.
     "What we were wondering was whether you would join us for our late
evening supper.  You see, I requested three portions, but there are only
two of us.  So, the third portion I got for you, if you will accept our
request and have supper with us.  We'd like that very much."  Adam smiled
broadly, in a charming and tempting manner.
     Tony reddened a bit, then made his decision.  "Ok, guys, I'd like to.
I've never had caviar, so that will be a treat."  He thought, 'whatever
else happens.'
     Adam and Nils stood, "I'm Adam and this is my partner, Nils.  But for
now that's as far as we go."
     Tony shook hands, "Happy to meet you," he smiled, "I think very
happy," his eyes sliding down toward their crotches, appreciating the
fullness there,

     During the supper, the men talked and talked, exploring each other's
background.  They learned a lot, but no last names as yet, or where they
lived. After the table had been cleared back to the food cart and the three
men adjourned to the living room soft sofas.  They had talked a lot during
their supper, learning much about each other. Tony was a senior at Ohio
State, majoring in business courses.  His brother was too. They would
graduate the next June.
     Tony was not big, he was about 5' 10", slim, but very good looking.  A
handsome face under blond hair, blue eyes and a well shaved cheeks and
jowls, Tony told that he was northern Italian, not Scandinavian like Nils.
But he does like Swedes and Scots, he explained, smiling slyly.
      "Tony, when you first brought us to this suite, we had a question
about you that only you can answer.  We are of differing opinions about
what the answer would be."
     Tony looked all innocent, "Go ahead and ask."
     "Our question is," he paused for effect, "are you cut or uncut?"  He
sat back watching Tony's face closely, trying to detect his feelings.
     Tony did blush a bit, but soon he answered, "The best way would be to
show you.  But I'd like to find out the same from both of you."  He looked
closely, "I'd say, just a guess, that you, Adam, are cut, and you, Nils are
not."  He looked at them, but no answer came.
     Tony stood up, and quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs,
revealing a very smooth, long, slim body, with defined muscles though not
pumped, no body building, no heavy sports, just looked like a very slick
swimmer.
     Sticking his thumbs into the top of his briefs, Tony slowly slid them
down, keeping two pair of eyes stuck to his crotch, while he revealed a
good sized, pink, full cock that had foreskin barely covering his cockhead.
Nils smiled because he'd been sure Tony was uncut.
     Just as quickly, Nils and Adam stripped to the buff, displaying their
different type of musculature and the work that it took to get the way they
looked.  Tony was looking on avidly while they disrobed, astonished at the
size of their cocks, not hard yet, but full and rising.
     Adam and Nils each took one of Tony's small hands, leading him through
to the bedroom and their huge king sized bed, indicating that he should
climb on with them.
     "Tony, if we had more time I would start with a jacuzzi warmup, but
neither of us can wait."  He considered Tony's body closely, "You are, if I
may say it, you are beautiful, the sexiest young man we've seen in ages.
We hope you are pleased with us."
     "I'm so pleased, Adam and Nils, that if we don't shut up and get to
playing, I'm going to take my balls and bat and go home."  He couldn't
resist giggling. "If you like my looks, you should see my brother."
     "Are you somewhat alike, Tony?" Adam asked.
     Tony grinned, "No, we're identical twins!"
     Nils groaned, "Oh, man, two like you.  Damn, that's really hot."
     Tony had slid toward the headboard stretching out full length, and he
watched Adam and Nils crawl up even with him, embracing him from both
sides.  Adam couldn't help himself, he couldn't help picking up Tony's
thick, swelling cock, the head still covered by his foreskin.  Adam leaned
over, his teeth gently biting his foreskin, pulling that as far as he could
way over the top of the dickhead.  Tony seemed pleased, enjoying the
attention being paid to his cock when he realized that Nils was sucking on
his tits, nipping and fluttering his tongue over them.
     Almost reflexively Tony had grabbed the two monster cocks in bed with
him, slowly jacking them, the smooth, soft skin, back and forth, delighted
to feel them.  Hoping to get to suck them, he'd only had one other cock in
his mouth, his brother's, ever since they were old enough to get a stiffie.
     "Guys," Tony started, "I've never done this before 'ceptin' with my
brother, and we didn't do much.  Wish we'd done more, I'm loving this with
you guys," he smiled, humping his hips up into Adam's mouth, "but I don't
even know where you are from.  I suppose you won't tell me."  He drew in
his breath, "Oh, man, that's great, Adam, make love to my boner and my
boner will love you and give you some great stuff, Hee Hee."
     Adam let go of Tony's dick, "Hey, Nils, I want to see you guys do a
docking, damn, two uncut guys docking."
     "Ok, " Nils said, "Tony turn toward me. Have you ever heard of
docking?"
     "No, don't know what it is, something to do with our dicks, I'll bet."
     "Yeah, man, you're sure right there. We're going to pull our foreskin
back as far as we can, then put our cock lips together, pushed 'em hard,
then you push your foreskin over my cockhead, way over and I'll spread my
foreskin to cover yours.  Then, I'll jack us right on top of the joining,
our union of cocks."
     Adam got close, practically on top of them as they completed their
coupling, their cocks oozing precum, slipping their heads over each
other's, enjoying the sparks of electricity in their bodies, jumping from
their dicks and balls, zooming through their nervous system to their heads.
This was even better to Nils than docking with Adam.  The second foreskin
doubled or tripled the excitement, the hot eroticism and intensity in their
sex centers spreading to their brain cells.
     Adam continued watching Nils' hand surround the extended cock at the
joined junction, rubbing the two foreskins against their cockheads, pulling
and pushing both solid rock organs from one end to the other.  He watched
their combined precum leaking from the seam, dripping from the huge double
cock onto the bed underneath.  Nils and Tony couldn't remain still, their
bodies jerking and jolting, heads back and forth until Tony purposefully
shoved his lips against Nils and send his tongue searching into Nils' hot
and sopping inner mouth.  Nils quickly reacted, thrusting his tongue into
the brawl between their lingual muscles, fluttering and flitting the tips.
     Adam couldn't wait. He was kneeling over the other's legs, his head
between their crotches, when he suddenly grabbed both cocks, careful not to
pull them apart, and he snatched the joint with his wide open mouth,
sucking and nipping, lapping the foreskin and soaking up the precum drench
their cockheads.  Both Nils and Tony moaned their approval, shoving their
cocks tightly against each other.  Adam's mouth wrapped almost all the way
around the union seam sucking even harder until he pulled parts of both
foreskins through his hot, drenched lips, exulting in the exquisite feeling
of those velvet skins.
     Finally, Adam pulled the two cocks apart, quickly taking their spongy
heads into his mouth along with their 'skins.  With a hand on each hot rod,
Adam pulled their prepuces, so soft and liquid feeling, onto his tongue
which he pushed under to let his tongue caress one swollen head or the
other.  He moved a short distance from one cock to the other, sucking in
the foreskin, licking it, nipping it, soaking it.  By pulling the skins
down to their bases, Adam bared the whole glans penis, glimpsing the deep
red colors of each while taking one in his mouth to the base, then the
other the same.  Sucking Nils' cock took the depth of his throat, though
Tony's, not so long nor thick, easily fit his mouth cavity complete with
tongue, hard palate and uvula.
     As Adam began up increase his speed and intensity on their cocks, Nils
had the idea of grabbing Adam's monster dick, as thick as Nils' and just as
juicy, and jerking him off while he got them off together.  When Tony
realized what Nils was doing, he reached under Adam to squeeze the top of
his scrotum and pull the big balls down, stretching the bottom of his bag.
     It didn't take much longer for them, one after the other, to reach
their sensual climax and shoot their load all over the others, moaning and
groaning, yelling, too.  Eventually, as his lust subsided, Adam collapsed
on top of Nils and Tony, hugging them close to his panting, sweating body,
just as their's were.
     After resting a bit, the three men lay on their backs in a row,
leaning against the headboard, smiling broadly, glancing almost a bit
embarrassed at each other's face and up and down their body.  Both Adam and
Nils had one arm around Tony's shoulders, holding him close.  He looked
into their faces.
     "Do you guys love each other?" Tony asked.
     "Of course we do," Adam and Nils replied as one.
     "But ... I'll bet you hardly ever kiss, do you?"  Tony threw out the
question.
     "Mmmm ....  ..... ah .....  well, no," Adam admitted.
     "Cause you're two fuckin' tough men, right?  You don't do that kind of
fairy stuff, huh?"
     They reddened in consternation, in effect admitting his accusation.
     Tony spoke again, "You are wrong.  My brother and I kiss all the time.
Some of our best sex is when we are kissing without anything else going
on," he smiled, "though it usually goes on anyway. That's us, the kissin'
Montoni brothers."
     "That kiss this afternoon when I left seemed impetuous, not a normal
action.
     He looked back and forth again, "Kiss me, I'll show you." he said
softly.
     Adam and Nils looked at each other, sending a message, 'Did he say
what I think he did?"
     Nils curled one hand behind Adam's neck, pulling his head forward to
meet his own, where he laid a very passionate kiss on Adam's full, deep red
lips.  They released each other and just grinned into each other's eyes.
"He's got something there, Adam.  Let's kiss him now."
     They did.
     Tony looked at the clock, "Oh, shit, I've got to get home.  Ricco will
be worried."
     "Is there a problem with Ricco?"
     Tony explained that Ricco was in an accident, not his fault, he wasn't
cited, but a girl was killed and he hasn't been out of the house since he's
so depressed.  The insurance won't come up with money to fix his car, he
can't find out why.  I'm so afraid for him.  He won't even make love with
me.
     Adam looked at Nils, "You know a lawyer in this city?"
     Nils thought a minute, "Yeah, I do, Adam, a good one, an old
friend. Why?"
     "Cause we are going to help Tony and Ricco Montoni while we are here."
     Nils looked at Tony, "Your last name is Montoni, right?"
     "Yes," Tony drew out.
     "Do you know anyone in River City?"
     "Yes," Tony said even more hesitantly.
     "Would his name be Joey Montoni?"
     "Yes, my cousin."
     "Would you know Tony Montoni?"
     "Yes, he's my uncle and I was named after him."  He stuttered, "D .. d
... do you know them?"
     Adam told him, "Yes, Joey lived with me and another friend after his
brother, Rocco, was killed.  We liked ......  "
     Tony broke in, "We heard that, but didn't know anything about it.
How?  Where?"
     "He was a police sergeant on a drug raid, killed four pushers before
he was killed." Nils continued, "Joey has a partner now, his own house and
they are going to school."
     Adam spoke up, "Tony, do you have a car here?"
     "No, I ride the bus."
     "If Nils and I drive you home, do you suppose you could persuade Ricco
to see us.  We do want to help both of you.  By the way, we are from River
City and Nils is a lieutenant with the city police."  He laughed, "Don't
worry, Tony, he's on leave, he's harmless anyway."
     Tony smiled at Adam's quip, "I can try with Ricco, I'd say probably."
     "Good, let me have my truck brought around and we'll get going.



     In the headquarters of Mike's opponent, Kevin Rogers, three of the
leaders of the campaign were in a meeting.  Kevin Rogers, a good politician
and worthwhile, was a fine looking young man though a bit tubby, and an
unconsciously sloppy dresser.  It wasn't important to him and he was
naively unaware of the effect on others.
     "Kevin," the campaign chairman began, "We all know we have a problem
running against Mike Keith. He's been a conscientious representative, hard
working and faithfully helping his voters in the district.  Nothing much
for us to attack in the campaign."  He looked at his note pad. "We have to
have something on Mike for us to win in November.  Anyone disagree?"
     Kevin shook his head slowly from side to side. "Ed, I know you want to
help, but I'm very much against a dirty campaign.  Mike's a good guy, I'm
just going to present my case for a change in representatives and go with
the voters.  Sorry, but I've got things to do." He looked around at the
other, "Let me know if something comes up.'
     The candidate stood quickly and left by the outer door, hurrying to
his car.  Ed Moore, his campaign manager, ran to catch him.
     "Kevin, you told me you knew someone who could prove that Mike was
gay.  I think we should know who that is so we can use it if necessary.
Shouldn't we?"  Ed asked.
     "Ed, I know you want to win badly, as I do, but that's not the way.
I'll see you at the party tonight." He smiled, "Chill out, as they say.
We'll do OK."
     Ed watched Kevin drive from the parking lot.  He was thinking, 'I'll
find out somehow, Kev, just who that person is and we're damn well going to
use what he knows.'  He slapped a fist into his open hand, determined to
win this election, no matter what he has to do.  'Look out, Mr.  Keith, you
are about to lose an election,' he thought.


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