Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2012 00:42:24 -0600 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Amoral Revisited 9 Amoral by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 9: Growing and Maturing The extra money we were making with the training and camping business came in very handy. I ran into a stretch of poor choices on the investment side. Many of my picks failed to perform and a few gave lower than expected dividends. Both of us were doing well in school. Andy had become quite the social butterfly making many new friends. I was also starting to meet co-eds that turned my crank. Andy had settled into several close relationships. Not the kind adults have. At almost 15 he had several girls on the string and a couple of buddies. One boy he had sex with from time to time. I don't think he is getting any from the girls. I am sure he thinks he is in love. I know he is in hormones. I know the natural pheromones were working their magic. I did not want any of the mystery substance or special cookies used on these local kids. I did let Andy use some of the pheromones on his person. If that helped so be it. I am not convinced it did. I am convinced that teenage kids are fascinated by sex and eager to give it a try. Given Andy's experience once in her or his pants, they were goners. I took Larry's advice and began dating a few of the local women. I made a few friends and even got a fuck or two now and then. I did meet one co-ed who had a younger sister of 16. She was not impressed with Andy until her first sleep over. I know she did not want to be seen by her friends with a younger boy but she seemed to be more than willing to make repeat visits. I know Andy's equipment is adequate but I think his agile tongue and willingness to use it, changed her attitude. .......... All in all things were going just a little too well. I knew the penny would drop but I wasn't just sure which one, when or where. The news struck that 15 prominent citizens were charged with sexually assaulting local teenagers. This was reported to be some kind of pedophile ring that had operated since the late 1950's and included hundreds of children and adults. That was never substantiated, but what did result were these 15 being charged. They were three priests, police, prosecutors, lawyers, doctors, politicians and others. That all sounded way too close to home for me. All this happened in a county southwest of Madison and that only one person was convicted. That fellow pleaded guilty to 12 counts. Apparently this has been going on for years, the investigation that is. The news had broken some time before we moved here and it was new to me when the conviction was announced. Of the 15 charged, 13 have been thrown out for lack of evidence and one for taking over 6 years to even get it into court. No organized conspiracy was ever proven. It turned out the young people were almost evenly divided between males and females. It was the males that seemed to receive the greatest focus in the news. Probably because the whole thing was started by a man living in Maine, who accused a religious leader. This was many years after it happened. Where there is smoke, often times fire. This happened during the summer the previous year. We had a meeting and decided to close the place down, except for the four of us families. We were not concerned that our boys would ever cause us a problem; we were concerned that outsiders might twig to what was happening here, concerning our other visitors. Leon told us few of the alleged victims, in that county, would admit to anything. That did not mean we were protected. Andy was most distressed that he would not have as much fun in the future. I think he truly enjoyed meeting and interacting with our guests. Being a newly minted teenage driver he was about to enter some major changes in his life, something I understood and something he did not. In the early days we did receive some tongue wagging related to the electronic gate. I was able to dispel this by taking advantage of some unfortunate incidents of break-ins and burglaries, at other remote homes and summer places. I figured that Andy would focus his sexual attention on local boys and girls. I was correct in that. From the giggles and sounds coming from his room, I was sure his male friends were being entertained by Andy's access to a full range of internet porn. If that got his buddies' motors running good for him. He knows enough to keep me out of anything involving anyone under 18. Since he was almost always horny to the max I figure he was not getting anything much but group masturbation and lots of stimulation. Simon and Carlton's boys were now older and both of them would be moving on to younger ones, in the not too distant future. That is what I figured anyway. They both had young families now as well, so time with the boys and with us was way more restricted. I assumed that once the babies were a little older we would become a little more young family oriented. Grover and Leon remained our most frequent visitors. This was Grover's second home anyway. The locals expected to see him and Leon here. They were both accepted into the community of Amherst, just as Andy and I. I was also making money hand over fist in the markets. Andy and often Grover were old enough now to be a true help. Somehow Larry had the ability to mobilize these adolescents and I depended on all three of them to keep the place running. The commodity prices were rising and so were land values. I paid no attention to the land value rise, having no reason or desire to cash out on our home. I was having just a little difficulty in explaining to myself, just what was driving all this, besides pure and absolute greed. When they began handing out mortgages with no money down and even giving people cash as a signing bonus, for overvalued property purchases, I changed my investment philosophy. I began moving my money into secured instruments such as bonds and preferred shares. My investment club was just a bit incredulous at first. After I explained my concerns, mostly that the steep rise in commodity and real estate was not sustainable, they came to my way of thinking. I was in a position they were not. I had a good income from several sources, so I had money to play with from investments. I took one quarter of my profits from the first three quarters of 07 and began playing. I put it into hedge funds and other very risky ventures. If I lose it, I lose it. Now that we were closing down the resort I would no longer have that income. That is why only the first three quarters of 07's profits were used this way. I dumped out of the hedge funds for a 400% profit in the first quarter of 08. For reasons explained below I held that cash until some real bargains came about in October. Having done this, the spring and summer were not active for me in the markets. I just kept track of things and could do that with only a few hours each week and from just about any place I chose. Andy was not pleased and our many clients were definitely not pleased. Larry and I talked it over. He thought we four had made a good choice. Larry was still upset over the new state constitutional amendment forbidding same sex marriage. His view was the bigoted religious right has gained just enough credibility in the state to give them sufficient influence... He had seen this kind of thing before. "I am not getting any younger and probably don't have all that much more time. You younger men need to pick up this fight. I think supreme court challenges and the like will be your only long term fix." He was not all that unhappy about losing so much income but as he said, "I am not getting younger and it is not getting easier to get up in the morning, when you get more grey hair or no hair at all." I suggested he stay on with a reduced schedule, I still needed help and we could take this as a breather to do all the stuff we just never seemed to have the time for. Andy and the other boys had become Larry's friends, that I figure is important for him and for them. He agreed saying, "I think it is important for me too." We settled on two afternoons a week until he goes to Arizona and we would reorganize ourselves in the spring. He would depart for the south west in late November. By the end of September Andy was well into his sports, wrestling and basketball. He was well in the pants of his heart throb, a nice young woman named Naomi. She lived on the other side of town, so he needed to borrow the car more frequently than I liked. He was also getting his male ass from a young man that I knew quite well. Dennis had been a frequent visitor since the beginning. I did not know he was into boys and I did not know if he was a top or bottom. Andy did not seem inclined to share either of them with me. When I asked him about this, half kidding of course, he told me it was not him but them that did not want to share. That was okay with me since he is not shy about sex between us and we still sleep together most nights. Between us we take turns, one will fuck the other ejaculating into his butt and then switch positions for another go. Our love has settled into something not quite romantic. We do love each other and care for each other. We are brothers now, all be it brothers that kiss, fuck, suck and sleep with each other. In those early days I think Andy was afraid to let anyone, especially a woman, come between us. He has got over that and realizes I am solid and in for the long haul. I was often just a little envious of him having many other partners but I soon learned the difference between his lust and his finding his place in the world and his place in my heart and my bed. I dated and still date a number of ladies. I have been close to a few of them but never quite made it to the next step. I could not invite any to move in here and me moving in with them was out of the question. Things just stalled at that point and we would drift away. Still friends and still friendly but apart. I think the problem is mostly within myself. I am just to private a person. Except for Andy, I will not discuss business with anyone, except for those professional connections one must maintain. You know accountants, lawyers, bankers and the like. Neither of us can nor will talk about the time before we came to Amhurst. I know that puts the women off. Men are satisfied, if you say all my family was killed except Andy. Women just want to know how you feel, how you felt, and on and on. Andy and I both lost our parent(s) under horrific circumstances. We know how and what we felt or feel. No need to talk about it, so we don't; after the first few weeks together never have. It is like this example, I guess. I was sick with the flu, about a year ago. I mean I was sick. Andy stayed home from school, missed a dance, missed his sports, missed his date. I tried to get him to go but nothing doing. He just said, "I learned how to be a man and do what you know you need to, personal desires aside, from you Mat. You have only yourself to blame." That is what loyalty is all about. I'm glad I was able to teach that lesson. I took introductory psychology as one of my electives. After that I spent some months wondering what damage I had caused to Andy. I could not find any. I wondered what damage I had caused to myself but again could not identify any. I am not claiming none was done. Some must have. Perhaps damage is not the right term. We both must be suffering effects of what happened to us in those first few days and weeks. All I know is I am no more paranoid today then I was then. I think less so. That does not mean I do not have private thoughts or events I will never share with anyone else but Andy, nor he with me. It is like Grover I guess. He has only very rarely ever spoken about his so called stepfather. Simon told him to lock that away in his memory. To only remember the happy times with his sister and mother. It is gone and can never be recalled to reality. What happened, happened. Nothing anyone can ever do or say will fix it, make it right or even properly explain it. Even if it could be understood, it is too late. I became a bit uneasy, with how involved Andy was, with his school based social life. In a small place like this, for teens, school is their social life. It is the only place with anything going on and it is the only place they all come together. His academic standing is high, he is not a star but close to it. This is not big brother and lover talking. Andy's grades are high B's with the odd A. I am told by his friends he is very popular with his athletic team mates and the students in general. I guess he is a bit of a social butterfly. I discovered his picture on Face Book. Not quite correct. He showed me his Face Book page, the one he was about to publish. I told him flat out no picture. If that was to mean no Face Book page, then that is what it means. "Andy we just can't let pictures of ourselves get published." "But what about the school annual I am in it in several places, groups shots and such." "True enough but that annual is not circulated outside the community. Look, as for Face Book, just put a logo in place of your name. Make up something using A and M." "Ok, I understand." "I know you understand. When you are old enough to shave on a regular basis, your looks will be different, mature enough, that no one will ever twig, Okay." "Ya, but Naomi had a picture of the two of us on hers. See." I did see and I did not like what I saw either. He may be 5 years older but he still looked about 13. "Tell her I want it gone. She can of course put as many pictures of herself as her parents allow. None of you." He grabbed his cell and began texting. I stopped him. "Voice and on the speaker." Andy was less than pleased with me. I know he understands why and I know he wants to do that which makes me happy. I also know he has a hard time saying something like this to his heart throb. More so if she is putting out for him, which I am sure she is. "Look, make me the heavy here. Just tell her I am insisting. She must know by now how private a person I am. That privacy extends to my little brother, as long as I am his guardian." He looked at me. "What if she refuses, I don't want..., you know." "Yes I know, you don't want to lose your new squeeze and I don't want you to. If she refuses I will talk to her. That is why I want you to use the speaker. Don't be concerned brother, she won't say anything I have not heard before or you and I have not done with each other." The kid just turned fifteen shades of bright red. I kissed his forehead and then his lips. I had completely forgotten just how dumb teenagers are when they are in love and talking to that person. It was so sweet, I am sure we all gained 10 pounds, during the five minute conversation. The long and short was Andy was compelled to tell her, I was standing next to him and she was on his speaker. "Oh - My - God, ohmygod, ohmygod." She had been telling him how much she missed him and needed him by her side and his "cock in my pussy," ..... "Naomi, don't be embarrassed, you didn't say anything to Andy that I have not said. It's lover speak. I do need you to take Andy's picture off of your face book and any place else you may have posted it." "Why Mat, I don't understand. I thought you were okay with Andy and I?" "That is quite right, you do not understand. I am perfectly okay with you and Andy. I not only think it is a good thing; I have and will continue to give you two the support Andy's big brother is expected to. I just need you to take his picture off the net. I am trying to arrange for Andy to get a modeling contract in Chicago and so we can't, for legal/contractual reasons, have his face published by anyone else." "Oh, he didn't tell me." "That is because he did not know until just this very moment. I did not want anyone to know, even him, as the deal is not final and might fall through." Andy looked at me with a smile that would rival the sun, were it in the sky but it was night time. "Okay, I'll do it yet tonight." I pointed to the phone and nodded Andy picked it up and turned off the speaker. About 15 minutes later he came into the living room. Kissed me like I have not been kissed in a while. "Thanks Mat, I thought for sure she would be pissed at me but you just came through with that modeling story. It was brilliant." "So now you need to make sure she keeps it to herself." "Already done bro, already done." I am not quite sure what is behind all this social networking on the internet. I don't quite get the blog thing either. Oh, some I understand and I must say I enjoy looking at them too. A well formed, well photographed, naked body is a delight to behold. Youtube is another of those things I can live without. Some stuff is funny and once in while entertaining. I understand the commercial reasons behind many of the posts. I am afraid I am at a loss for most of the other stuff. Perhaps I am just a curmudgeon. I can not be bothered by texting, twitter or instant messaging. I hate interruptions when I am concentrating on something important. I have absolutely no use for "soap operas or reality tv", the stuff is stupid. In fact, I have little use for TV period. I guess if you live in a city, as most people these days do, the social networking thing has some value or potential. It beats the bar scene. Introverts like me are just less impressed with this stuff I guess. About a week before Halloween I got a call from one of the teachers at the high school. He wanted to know if I would be a chaperone at the dance, come costume party. "Do I need to dress up?" "You can if you want to, but most chaperones don't. As I recall you look young enough to be one of the students so you may want to dress different." I was not all that put out about having been volunteered by Andy but I think he should have asked me. Isn't that what the cell phone is for. Silly of me, the cell phone is to text and talk to your friends. I smell a rat here. Andy would not normally just volunteer me for something, even if he knows I would be agreeable. He knows how supportive I am of him and the other young people in the community. He said very little except to thank me for being a chaperone. I took that to mean the Student Council was having difficulty finding parents for this one. I have never been asked before, probably because most of the chaperones are married couples and student's parents, not single big brothers. We usually have at least one of the teachers in attendance as well, they have the keys. Hum I wonder which teacher or teachers will be... The little bustard is trying to set me up with Miss Zipper, the new girls phys-ed coach. I know her from university. We had a sociology class together last year. She graduated but I still have another year, being only part time it takes longer. She is quite nice looking, short, blond, blue eyes, very well kept, trim body, with a real boy butt. I doubt that he knows I already know her. I'm sure being new, the other staff have stuck her with this one. I said nothing. Come Friday night I was in just a bit of a quandary. Not a real quandary but a pretend one. "Andy, I need you to advise me." He came in half dressed in his Spiderman spandex rented affair. I was quite taken with him. So would Naomi and any other girls or boys that she allowed close enough. It was not indecent but I know he had only a thong on under it and that thong was revealing in its highly stretch nature. The Spandex of the costume would leave little to the imagination. I was ready to jump his bones.... "How should I dress. You know turtle neck and jeans, suit, Tee and baggies?" He pressed his body against mine, which was only clad in my bikini briefs. "Dockers, turtle neck, sports jacket, black runners and black socks." He picked out a white TN and grey jacket and slacks. "Don't you think I look like a student?" "No way, no student would be caught dead in a sports jacket at one of our dances." "How will the other chaperones be dressed?" "Miss Zipper will be like you..u." "So this is a set up." "Not quite, Naomi and I were hoping you two would, you know, get to know each other." That told me it was Naomi that wanted to play matchmaker. I just smiled. "She is new this year and a good looker, all the boys say so." "I agree you know, Elsa is quite well put together and her smile is a real killer. I am most impressed with her butt." "Matttt, how do you know her," then it dawned on him, "from university?" "Yep, had a sociology class with her last year." "Why didn't you tell me you knew her?" "You didn't ask." "Ah, um." "Perhaps next time you will ask. You know, I think she is more interested in women than men, so don't get your hopes up but you should not say that to Naomi. Only one question though, how do you plan to share our one and only car?" The dance went off well. Andy dropped me off and went to pick up Naomi. I must say most of the students dressed the part and the costumes were either clever or like Andy's rented. I was right about Naomi beating off the girls with her wand. Andy sported a crotch that just made them drool. For her part she was a princess type, long dress with a tiara and wand. I thought way too low cut for her mother to have seen it and when they danced, I got the impression she had little on under it. I can't say I have much use for this modern rap music. I did like the slow ones but only got a few turns with Elsa. She was most surprised to see me. She did not remember my sir name and made no connection between Andy and me. She does not teach Andy either, so why would she? As I thought, she was the only teacher, but four other parents were also on hand. We did not expect any real problems. Our students are reasonably will behaved. They know the rules and they know none of us would hesitate to call the local cops, if they showed up with banned substances or got into the vandalism mode. In the past, some vandalism has occurred at the time of this annual event. The local cops know what they need to do in the community. Living where we do, we have no trick or treaters visiting us. I found Elsa a most pleasant woman and being close in age and education we got along quite well. She was dressed not unlike myself: gray jacket, white blouse, gray skirt, black stockings. If one judges by how we looked together, I would think that very positive. I would not be opposed to dating her. Nice lady and I am sure lots of fun. Sexy lady and I am all for that. I have no illusions, however. I am sure friendship will be possible. More than that, I will not even begin to predict. I will extend an invitation to dinner and see where it goes from there. About three quarters through the dance Andy and Naomi can over to us. Andy wanted to take the Jeep to deliver Namoi home. He would come back and pick me up. I thought that was reasonable but they would miss the last part of the dance and it did not give them much time to play kiss face, let alone anything else. Elsa thought this was so cute and she said so. Causing a bit of a blush to the young lovers. "I will give you a ride Mat." I handed over the keys saying, "That will cost you the next slow dance." I thought Namoi would swoon right there and then. A few minutes later I took Elsa's hand and lead her over to Andy. "Won't dancing with a teacher be embarrassing for him," She asked. "I doubt that, when the teacher is as young and good looking as you are. It's the price he pays for alone time with Namoi." She just smiled. All eyes were on us, let me tell you. Namoi had her boy's handsome older brother and that has super envy points from all the other girls. Andy too had points with the boys, since Elsa is young, good looking and even from a student's point of view, hot. Elsa drove up to the gate I and told her the code. She was most surprised when she saw the house. I invited her in for a drink. I doubt she expected two brothers to be living in, not only such as nice place, but one as neat and stylish as this is. Now Andy's bedroom is a semi disaster and mine, the one Andy and I sleep in, is only slightly better. Those she did not see. I made us cappuccinos and we sat and chatted at the kitchen table. All truly important things happen at the kitchen table. We asked each other all the normal questions. It was about 2 am when we were finishing up. I saw the light and told her Andy was coming through the gate. We had already drank three of these things. Andy came in through the garage. He was flushed as I knew he would be. I wondered if he got his ashes hauled. I figured he did since the dance was over at least three hours now.