Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2012 12:50:02 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 14

Amoral Revisited
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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14:  The Antiheroes

Eric showed up a short time later.  He came out of the cabin naked and
looking for his clothing.  He had a quick bite to eat and several glasses
of juice, then quickly departed.  On returning he was laughing and smiling.
He carried a large camera bag, tripod, several light stands.  Eric had been
playing camera man most of the night.  I must admit I was still quite
confused as to why that was.  It was obviously at Simon's request.  I hoped
Eric was not a subject of the movies or at least his interaction with the
adults was not recorded.  It turned out that Simon had planned all this, as
I suspected.  The movies were mostly recording Mary having sex with all of
the men including Eric.  It started in the sauna and moved to the cabin.
All he did was set up the camera and let it run, no zooming or anything
like that.  The thing showed Mary begging the boys to have sex with her and
they did over and over again.  It was Eric's job to keep the thing running,
changing memory cards as required.  Simon, Ray and Wilson are all adults
but Eric is a minor, when he was with her there is no sign of the others
being in the room.  Leon thought Simon and Carl must be up to something and
he personally wanted no knowledge of what that might be.

I was most surprised at how Mary was acting in this little film.  I can
understand how one of the club drugs might get her motor running.  I
understand how Simon's Compound X worked, having seen it in action.
Combined, I guess, she stopped thinking about what she was doing, just how
much pleasure she was having and was to have.  I could see on the video
that she was engaging from one to three at a time.  They were in her ass,
pussy and mouth.  Eric told me Simon gave himself and the other two
injections at the base of the penis to make them stiff when nothing else
would work.  He did not remember seeing Simon giving her or any of them
Compound X.  It was lunch time before the adults showed up.  Mary seemed
embarrassed and or shy but no one said anything.  I just acted like all was
normal.  For the most part it was, but she could not know that.  I figure
she knew some kind of social drug was given to her.  I have no way of
knowing her experience in these matters but figure she was no stranger to
the more common ones.  Compound X is another matter.  Simon told me
yesterday that Melissa had been fucking Ray for some time now.  Apparently
Ray had used cannabis to seduce her and that, in the past year Ray had
joined them both in bed.  He figured she knew or realized his relationship
with the boys but had never articulated it.  She willingly took some at the
dinner and was feeling little pain as the studs escorted her to the sauna.

"I knew this stuff was good but I had no idea how good it would be with
her."  The reasoning for the film was simply protection.  Simon believes
they will split up soon.  He wants to keep close contact with his young
daughters.  Carl figured that if they had a hammer of some kind, the
settlement and visitation will be, shall we say, reasonable.  I think he
intends to keep it out of court as well.

"We get along okay and both of us want the best for the girls.  I'm just
not prepared to give her the sexual attention she thinks she needs and
obviously requires.  Ray will be moving on to his own agenda soon..."

Okay, I think I understand.  I guess if he intends to leave her and girls
in the Point for several days, while he goes skiing with Eric he needs to
keep her happy.  I guess that will be Ray's job.

Man is it snowing.  That is a good thing I think, I have more than enough
writing to keep we warm.  It just kept on snowing too.  It seemed that
every few days we hand another dump.  Not only lots of white stuff but cold
as hell too.  Now that's an oxymoron isn't it?  I would have thought by now
Andy and I would be accustomed to Wisconsin winters.  We are not accustomed
to ones as cold and snow laden as this one.  My neighbors are not either.
They sure complain about it enough.  I managed to get my thesis turned in
before the deadline.  I had been keeping drafts on my advisors desk for all
of December.  All he needed to do was check the final edits and any changes
he suggested.  My degree will be the first in my family's history.  It is
an honors degree.  That unfortunately sets the bar just a little on the
high side for Andy.

This year I was way slow in getting Andy's seasonal presents organized.  He
had mine well in hand.  The Jeep was to be a big part of it, that is true.
Teens have very short memories, that too is true.  I had few real ideas
what they should be. The boy has just about anything a boy could ever want.
I too, have few unmet wants or needs.  Since our income from investments is
so greatly reduced I had put both of us on a fairly tight budget this year.
Our local economy is suffering along with everyone else's.  We had not seen
the crazy building boom in this part of the state that other places
experienced.  Unemployment was 4.6% a year ago.  I know it is up this year
but the numbers are not out yet.  Most of the crazy stuff was happening
around Milwaukee and Madison.  The northeastern part of the state has been
much more restrained.  I suspect we will not be as badly hurt as other
places. I hope that is the case.  Things could get bad in the spring when
UI runs out, if the seasonal work does not come back.  That said, it does
not solve my problem nor does it even influence it.

Let me see, clothing?  No way it would be the wrong thing and he has
closets and drawers stuffed full.  I surfed the net and came up with some
very sexy undies by an Australian outfit called Dee Jay.  I ordered several
different items, one is a thong with a detachable cock ring in black and
white and a white swim brief called Tom.  It has no side panels, a small
butt cover and a pouch that will just hold my boy in.  "I know, it is
clothing.  Listen inner self this is my narrative and my feelings being
expressed.  Your job is to make sure I have the facts more or less
correct."  I also got him a black posing thong called Nasty, also with a
built in cock ring.  That was about a hundred bucks.  I had already picked
up a prostate stimulator at one of the sex shops in the point. It will make
a nice stocking stuffer.  I know this because it is such a nice ass
stuffer.  This is personal stuff, stuff he will share with me and maybe
with Naomi, if she is very lucky.  That is all well and good.

I think he needs something personal and just a bit more public.  I reviewed
his possession list again.  My boy had everything and more that defines a
modern young male on the go.  Almost all of it is, state of the affordable
art.  If one did not know better they would say he, and I too for that
matter, are spoiled.  Not so dear reader, not so.  Andy and I have earned
just about everything we have.  Sure we have a big pile of money from our
late parents' estates.  That is not spending money, about half of it is
invested in our home.  Sure I started out with a goodly stake in offshore
banks; all ill-gotten, i.e. mostly illegally.  That does not mean I did not
work hard and take large risks to earn it.  If you think doing what I did,
before Andy came into my life, was easy, think again.  If you think seeing
your mother murdered and then seeing that murderer also killed, at a young
age is easy, think again.  I know in the opening paragraphs I was rather
flip in some of my statements.  I still am.  I have never shied away from
work or effort.  Easy is just a relative thing, so is hard.  If you think
any of the forgoing has been easy, except for the sex, you are sadly
mistaken.

Okay, inner child or what ever, back to the task at hand.  You have less
than two weeks to resolve this.  Mattie get your mind engaged and get those
ghosts secured in the dark recess they are usually banished to.  Andy and I
love to travel and we would both need to find some kind of revenue
generation for the summer.  Perhaps another spring break holiday was in
order.  Something that is way cool.  I got it. We will fly to Athens for
the week.  I'll bet the airlines will be having big sales to put bums in
seats.  I did a fast search and came up with round trip fares, tax included
from JFK at $1800, if we go "not flexible economy".  I just looked this up
on the internet.  I imagine that we can get something from Green Bay to JFK
and Athens probably for 3 grand or so, maybe less.  He will need to miss
some school and the beaches will not be warm enough to truly enjoy, but
what the hell.  I immediately found a large box and made up a certificate
on the computer.  Let's hear it for the Mac when it comes to stuff like
this.  Anyway I put the certificate in an envelope and that in a small box,
and wrapped it.  Then I found a larger box and so on until I had the
envelope six deep and all wrapped.  We already have everything else we
would need in inventory.

I called Simon, Carl and Leo to test the waters with them.  Simon was
booked for surgery and Carl had two court dates during the time period.
Leo was ready and more than willing.  His mother's family was from the
Athens area and he had cousins still living in Greece.  He would get
Grover's passport ASAP and would go along with any plans I made. I was
feeling like the proverbial cat that ate the proverbial canary.  I made a
quick review of my finances.  My bonds were solid and paid well enough, the
dividends from Blue Chips will be a down but not out.  The off shore money
was generating enough to start drawing if I needed it and continue to pay
our monthly mortgage payments.  I had enough in the numbered local account
to pay the lease fees on my Jeep.  Okay that is all good.  Then it hit me.
If I purchased the JFk to Athens and return in Athens and all other
expenses with cash or a Euro Visa card, address the Caiman Island company,
I would not need to spend many of my US dollars.  All I needed was a Greek
Travel Agent to make the arrangements for me.  I emailed Leon.  He emailed
back that his mother would put one of his cousins in touch with me.  That
happened the next day.  The cousin it turned out worked for an Athens based
firm with links right across Europe.  I was concerned that the economy
turndown would have a very negative impact on the Pintel Society.  Bookings
were still strong though January 09.  That did not mean we should not
prepare for some pullouts and for a drop in utilization, of the resort over
the next 12 to 16 months.

I was getting just a bit concerned about Eric.  Given the approach to the
holiday season and the lack of communication he was having with his mother,
I became worried.  The boy did not seem to show any outward signs.  I am
sure he was expecting at least a card from his mother, and I sure as hell
was.  I was expecting a big present or two as well.  I wrote Sonja,
suggesting if she had something in mind I would arrange for it.  Still no
response and it is the the 16th.  Andy, Simon and I all had stuff for him.
Simon had lots of stuff for him and I am sure saw to it Eric had things for
Andy and I.  Eric could always call her and I know he did or left voice
mail messages.  That does not equate to presents for a young boy. The boy
had asked me to help him get something for Simon.  That would be a
problem. I told him I would, of course, and to give me a few days to think
about it.  I called Ray for his advice.  He suggested that a studio quality
portrait for Simon's office would be good.  I agreed.  I thought for his
mom too.  For her something special, a studio portrait and one of my candid
shots.  I had a great picture of Eric with his Green Bay jersey on, at the
football game.  It had that wow look, young boys produce when they are in
fact, wowed.  I worked it up in Photoshop and put a 24 X 36 poster on a
memory stick.

On the weekend we went to The Point, Andy for his shot and Eric to at least
spend a little time with Simon.  The photo studio was most accommodating
and would have the portrait to me, framed and ready to mail in a few days.
We selected it from some digital proofs that they were able to produce in
under 20 minutes.  Fortunately the studio also had a nice selection of
frames.  I had the poster printed at Staples and purchased a mailing tube
for it at the same time.  Eric wrote a nice letter to be included and made
his own card.  The kid does have a bit of artistic talent that I had not
seen or recognized before.

The last day of school for this year was December 19.  The last big dance
of the year was also the 19th.  Elsa and I were chaperones again.  That was
okay with us.  I know all of Andy's male friends were just a bit envious of
me.  Elsa is hot; there is no doubt about that.  I know she shares with the
school Librarian, a nice looking, if plain woman, just a few years older
than Elsa.  Arvilla is a pleasant person who likes to laugh and tells the
most wonderful and funny shaggy dog stories.  I don't know if they are
romantically involved or not but that matters little to me for Elsa and I
are not, either.  We do enjoy each others company and being seen together
in public, gives us both social cover.  I must also admit she is a better
dancer than I am. I did not want to leave Eric home alone.  Not that he is
not old enough to be left alone for he most certainly is.  I didn't want
him to be lonely.  Fortunately Grover had organized a double date with
Andy.  I didn't know he had kept up with any of the local girls but I guess
he must have.  Simon brought him out and would stay with Eric. The dance
went off well and everyone seemed to have a good time.  Grover fit right in
to the school again and was treated as a long lost brother.  I was glad to
see that.  He told me the dances at his much larger, urban school were way
different from this.  I guess that is the case.  In small places like
Amherst, where the school is the social center of the teen community, it
would be.

It dumped more snow and was cold again.  I was totally shocked to find
almost 8 inches had accumulated while we were making merry in the school
gym.  I know Andy and Grover were looking forward to playing kiss face with
the girls but that just would not happen.  The local police showed up 30
minutes before the dance ended and suggested everyone head straight home,
as the county was not able to keep the roads open much longer and would
pull the plows around midnight.  Many cell phones came out to arrange for
early pickup.  Over half the kids are rural, so they knew what that was to
mean.  Some of the townies live in walking distance but not that many. The
DJ played the last dance, a slow one and everyone departed.  Andy and
Grover headed right out.  I stayed to the bitter end, until everyone else
but Elsa had gone.  Being the gentleman I am, I followed her home.  I was
glad of the 4 wheel drive as the drifts were almost bumper high in some
places between the road and the gate.  I could not see any fresh tracks so
called Andy's cell.  They were still parked in Naomi's driveway.  I did not
have all that long to wait.  Simon and Leon's cars were in the driveway
when we pulled into the garage.  It would take some digging to get them out
in the morning.  They were not going any place soon, even if they wanted
to.  I doubt either one wanted, but you never know.  They were not going
any place early in the morning either.  I doubt that we will get plowed out
much before 9 at best.  The three of them were playing cribbage and Eric
pegged out just as we came in the door.

I convinced Leon, he and Grover should stay the night in Andy's room and
not use the cabin.  The boys disappeared quickly leaving us men to a brandy
and the fireplace.  We had just finished solving all the world's problems,
except how to refill the empty bottle of Mataxa Seven Star, when the boys
reappeared.  They were even more horned up then they had been, so I knew
what they had been up to, internet porn.  Once in bed Andy attacked me with
a passion neither of us had shared for at least two weeks.  I still can't
imagine anything or anyone that could top fucking my boy or him fucking me.
Now that he is 16 and shaving once a week, I guess he would prefer to be
called a man.  Since I am writing this not him, boy it will remain.

When I picked up the mail on Monday, it consisted of a few cards and a
couple of bills.  Nothing for Eric.  I was devastated.  I had so hoped she
would send something.  Maybe she will telephone or email him, I thought.  I
know the two photos had been delivered to her PO box as delivery notices
had come back on Friday.  God the least she could do was send him a gift
certificate for something. While the boys were out cleaning the snow from
the skating pond I called Leon.  The last thing I wanted to do was use our
friendship and association.  I had no real choice.  I didn't know anyone in
Key West that I would be willing to contact.  Hell those people may not
even be around any more or even alive.  Leon did not know anyone in that
neck of the woods either but he would call the local DA and make an
inquiry.  He called me back a few hours later saying no record of her being
in any hospital, jail or morgue.  That made me even madder.

Simon, Leon and Grover came to dinner on the Tuesday.  They stayed the
night this time in their cabins.  I figured it was important for Simon and
Eric to spend some alone time before the holiday.  It think it was.  Eric
made Simon open his present in the morning before he left for his clinic.
The portrait was a good choice and Simon was thrilled.  He had already
placed a mountain of packages under our small tree.  I was sure glad of
that.  In fact he had stuff from everyone.  Larry had sent a huge box at
least two weeks ago.  I know he will be phoning.  Eric had also sent him a
portrait and poster but not framed.  The Christmas holiday is always a
quiet one for Andy and me, since we have no family except ourselves.  Our
friends always join with us a few days before and this year a few days
after.  We leave for the resort on the 27th.  Naomi and her siblings came
to skate and that helped both Eric and Andy.  Her younger sisters all think
Eric is just the cutest grade 6 boy going.  On the 24th UPS delivered a
package for Eric.  It had been sent to Carl and he redirected it .  I was
relieved to say the least.  Eric was thrilled, you could see it on his
face, although he tried to act mature.  Andy, Eric and I went to Naomi's
for dinner and presents.  Her parents are delightful people.  They are or
try to be a bit protective.  If I was them and Naomi was my daughter, I
think a cast iron chastity belt would be in order.  I'm not.  I know she is
one of Simon's patients so I am sure he is protecting her as best he can.
I also insist Andy use condoms.  We use them and always have between
ourselves, so for him it is a habit.

After we got home we opened all the packages and boxes.  Eric's mother sent
him mom gifts.  Mostly summer stuff and most of it would probably not fit
him by summer but he was thrilled and that is all that matters.  In the
bottom of the box was a picture of her and her partner.  They were standing
along side, of all boats, the Persephone.  I recognized her but Andy
didn't.  In the background was Tony.  I recognized him and so did Andy.
The look on his face was priceless.  I put my hand on his shoulder and
squeezed hard.  Andy got the message.  We both commented about what a nice
ship this was.  Well, it was nice when I was the captain and it still is.
In the letter mother said she missed him greatly and that she and her
friend were working as hostesses on this boat, which took people out for
deep sea fishing trips. I am sure that is what they do too.  I am also sure
they are spreading their legs for those same men and I'll bet involved with
both drugs and with my former employer.  Tony looked about the same but he
was in the background and it was very hard to tell.  The women looked
happy.  The picture was just a snap shot, probably taken by a satisfied
client.  So much for the business plan they had outlined to me. I decided
to scan the picture later and blow it up.  Now I don't give a rat's ass how
anyone makes a living.  I am not judging her or her lover/friend.  I know
they are in over their heads.  With the recent downturn in the economy, I
am also sure this is the only way they can make a living.  I have no way to
know if Tony has cleaned up his drug habit.  I somehow doubted it.  This is
just a little too close to home for my liking.  If I recognized Tony he
would recognize me and probably Andy, if he saw a picture of us.

Andy was thrilled with the trip to Greece and with everything else.  He
opened the multi boxed gift with mild frustration and grace.  I got to
thinking that perhaps we should take Eric along with us.  I had thought
that before but Simon suggested not.  He would see that Eric was well taken
care of while we were away.  Simon has purchased way too much for Eric.  He
gave him a new laptop and a new high end iphone, among everything else.
Andy and the others outfitted me with a tripod, lights, filters and
everything else needed to set up a first class photo studio. They even got
me several seamless backgrounds.  All this could be set up in the game
room.  It has lots of natural light and shades on the east and south
windows. I can see why the early studio photographers liked the North
Light.  This place had that.  Andy must have spent a small fortune on all
this stuff.  I still was not interested in his face being plastered around.
He had other ideas, that I could tell.  Perhaps if we use enough makeup and
control the lighting it would work.  I guess we all have faces that are
much like others in our society.  I know my face is much like many others
in this part of world.  There are many Scandinavian looking people in
Wisconsin.  I know I fit right in.  After I lost my Oklahoma accent people
just assumed I was a local, if they didn't know my background.

She called Eric in the morning.  They talked a bit not saying all that
much.  I had prompted him a little not wanting him to say the wrong things
about Andy, Simon or myself.  He played the game and played it well.  I was
hoping he would ask about the P.  He did that without my prompting.  She
told him the name and the name of the Captain, one I did not recognize, and
the names of the crew Tony and a Conrad.  I did not know this Conrad.  When
she told him the P sometimes makes long trips that she and friend did not
go out on, I was somewhat relieved.  She thanked him for the lovely
pictures and thanked me for seeing they were sent.  I could not tell if she
knew the real business the P and its' owners were in.  Just when I thought
she probably was not into the drug bit she told Eric, friend and herself
had an apartment above the excursion company offices, overlooking the
harbor.  I knew that place.  It is a brothel operated by the bikers for
their members or it was the last time I visited Key West.  My guess is when
not working on the boat they were working in the office.  That does not
mean she is into drugs.  It does mean she is close to that action and some
very hard assed people.  The Company operates several real businesses.
This fishing excursion business, several bars and eating establishments
were among them.  Unless things have changed, above the excursion office,
tackle shop and a eating place in the next store front, were a number of
small apartments.  These were all occupied by female employees.  That is
all I know about that.

Andy and I spoke briefly and in private about Tony.  He was not happy that
Tony did not, get lost and stay that way.  I can't say I was either.  I
figured he and Jacks did for a while but after the heat did not materialize
and the word came through the man he killed was killed by his lady with his
own gun, he came out of the wilderness.  He probably needed money to
finance his habit anyway.  The more I thought about this, the more I got
pissed off.  I thought about what I could do.  I thought about what I
should do.  I would do nothing.  Since we are not suspects in a kidnapping
and murder and I am long out of the business, even if he did rat us out, it
would have no real effect.  Andy and I did get lost.  So lost not even our
mothers could find us, assuming they were alive.  I doubt the bikers were
officially interested in me any longer.  For all they knew Slats was dead
and he was, I killed him.  Hell I even managed to protect their investment
from the storm.  They knew I had disappeared and obviously was not using
that name or identity.  I can only trust Tony kept his mouth shut about
Sandy.  He would have, I was sure about that.  I decided to just let it
lay, at least for now.