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"Dad? Other than the Rock & Roll Hall of fame I don't see much in Cleveland, but Chicago! There's so much to do! Can we stay a few days?"
"Absolutely! It's about five and a half hours from Cleveland to Chicago, but it's an hour earlier there. If we hit the Hall of fame when they open we could be on the road by 1:00 pm and be in Chicago by 5:30 ish Wednesday, we'll stay till Monday. How's that sound?"
Chapter 4: Oh Shit! I'm Fucken Rich!
"That sounds great!" I switched the bluetooth to my phone and called my Amex Centurion Card Concierge.
"Hello Dylan, what can I do you for?"
"Hey Ron, I need the best suite you can find me in Chicago, check-in Wednesday, check-out Monday. It's me and my ten year old Son."
"Congratulations! Gimme a sec... ... ... Does the Presidential Suite at The Ritz work for you?"
"Really? I was hoping for something nice... Ha, beautiful, what's it gonna set me back?"
"With taxes and fees $78,984, that also includes the ten dollars a day those assholes charge for wi-fi. But it does have a full kitchen. I know how much you love to cook."
"Nice. Ha! Over fifteen grand a night and they have the balls to charge extra for internet."
"Yup, and parking. Anything else you need?"
"Ummm... Actually ya. A guided tour of the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. My son is an amazing artist, and I want him to start thinking of where he might want to go to school, if that's the path he chooses." Axel's smile was threatening to rip his face apart again.
"Ah! That's where my wife got her degree. She's still pretty close to some of her Teachers, I'll set something up and email you the details."
"Thanks Ron, you're the best!"
"I know it! Have a great trip!" I laughed and ended the call.
"Who in the world was that? Dude can get things done!"
"Yes he can! I have a credit card that they only give to very wealthy people, one of the perks is a personal Concierge. Ron can get me just about anything I might want, well anything that's legal. Backstage passes to a sold out concert, a last minute Presidential Suite, guided tour of one of the best art schools in the Country..."
"Cool! Um... Dad? Can I ask... How wealthy are you?"
"We, Son. How wealthy are we... Actually I'm not sure. I've got around four and a half million in my checking account, twelve in the stock market, and a bunch of other stuff here and there that I haven't looked at in years."
"How could you not know how much money you have? I can't even get my mind around that! Um... I'd be happy living in a tent on the streets again, as long as I was with you. Hehe... As long as we're together, the rest can go to hell."
"Ha! So would I Axel, so would I. But we don't have to live in a tent on the streets, because I'm fucken rich! I'm so fucken rich that I don't even know how fucken rich I am!" That got a good laugh out of him. "Seriously though, I was an investment banker, my job was to make money. I didn't wanna come home and think about it. I knew I had enough for me and that's all that mattered. But now I have you I'm going to have to start thinking about it more. Tell you what, when we get to our suite I'll get out my laptop and we'll figure out exactly how much money we have. Sound good?"
"Ya, sounds good. I love you Dad."
"I love you too Little Phoenix." We rode in content silence for a half hour than my phone rang, it was Victoria's Violins.
"Hello Dylan, this is Vickie Fletcher. I'm Felix's teacher, him and his Mom are saying you want to buy him his violin?"
"Yes, he deserves the best he can have. I saw he plays a full size. So I figure this will be his Forever Violin, at least until he's a famous soloist and gets himself a Stradivarius."
"Hehe. I can see that happening, the instrument I chose for him is a late 19th century American made Strad copy, it's priced at $4,300 and would make a fine Forever Violin for him."
"I sense a but... Go ahead."
She whispered into the phone, "I haven't even had him play the one I would love him to have... It's a 17th century French instrument from an unknown maker, I know it would fit him perfectly, but it's $17,400."
"Don't tell him the price, can you put me on speaker and have him play it?" She did, he played the same Vivaldi piece. It was amazing, the tone of the violin was so incredibly rich.
"Felix? How does that violin feel?"
"Amazing! It's like she was made for me!"
"Good, she's yours. Congratulations." We could hear him start crying. He knew it was an instrument his mom could never even dream of buying him.
"Thank you Dylan... sniff, sniff... Thank you."
"Congrats Felix!!"
"Thanks Axel... sniff"
"Dylan, it's Nancy. This means so much to both of us, I can never repay this kindness. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. And Kelly called me, thank you for offering to help her with school, she's so excited to go back."
"You're welcome! I expect tickets to his debut with one of the Big Five Orchestras."
"Ha! Done. I'll send you some pictures of him with it. It's the most beautiful violin I've ever seen and it actually compliments his skin tone perfectly." Vickie took us off speaker, I asked for her to select a silent electric and some good headphones for him as well. So he could practice in their apartment without bothering the neighbors. She emailed me the bill and I had Axel deal with it on my phone, I scanned my fingerprint and the nearly $24,000 bill was paid. She put me back on speaker and I was thanked profusely once again.
"The electric is gonna be so awesome! I've been practicing at school for hours every day, now I can do it at home! Thank you soooo much!" We said our goodbyes and I ended the call.
"Wow Dad! That was so cool! I can't wait to see the pictures."
"It was cool, and easier than expected, sometimes you have to do a lot of convincing for people to let you help them. I'm glad that they just simply accepted it. And their gratitude was pure and genuine."
"Hum, I think they understood they needed the help. I know that Felix will succeed, he may even catch up to that Andromeda kid, at least on the violin." We pulled up to the Hilton at just after four in the afternoon. Our room wasn't ready, we were offered complimentary drinks at the bar.
We both ordered Manhattans, when the bartender laughed at Axel ordering an alcoholic beverage I gave him the 'Don't Even Think About Fucking With Me' look, Axel got his drink. I know some of you out there are judging me for letting a ten year old drink. Stop. Letting a kid drink takes the mystique away. Kids that are raised with alcohol are far less likely to have problems with it later in life. Plus it wasn't like I was letting him get shit faced every night.
Two Manhattans later the Rockefeller Suite was finally ready. The view was spectacular! There was something thrilling about standing in a floor to ceiling window looking out over and entire city, buck naked. We explored the suite, it was actually nicer than the one last night, but I was sure the one in Chicago would blow this out of the water.
I grabbed my laptop and set up at the desk, Axel got in my lap. For the next two hours we looked at every asset I had. One was a high yield savings account where the paychecks and residuals from the TV show and movies were automatically deposited. I hadn't even thought about it since I left Hollywood. The account had just shy of twenty million! My Dad was also my Agent, he was fucking good.
Another asset I had totally forgotten about was my dad's house in Killdeer. I was going to sell it, but never got around to it. I had to laugh at myself as I remembered the key that I'd never been able to bring myself to take off my key ring, even though I couldn't remember what it went to, was the key to that house. Axel thought it was pretty funny too.
My dad had left me with one third of his estate. The other two thirds went to charities we both supported, he wanted to leave everything to me, but I thought it would be better to give it away. That made him cry, a week later he was gone.
Axel was keeping a running total in a spreadsheet on his iPad. I was impressed he even knew what a spreadsheet was, I guessed they taught him that at The Institute.
"Dad? Are you ready for this? The grand total is.... One hundred twenty three million, nine hundred forty five thousand, three hundred fifty two dollars and fifty seven cents... And that doesn't include your cars or real estate." I was speechless, I was floored! I knew I was rich, but I was thinking 30, maybe 40 million. I never dreamed... Almost 124 million!
"Fuck me. Axel, we could live like Kings for the rest of our lives off the interest alone! At 5.5% that would be 6.82 million a year... Fuck me!"
"Ok! Here or on the bed? Hehe!"
"On the floor, in front of the window, Doggy Style!" Doggy style was another favorite of Axel's, again it made him feel in control and he loved being in control. I was going to have to work on balancing him out, eventually. He got the lube, I got a towel. I took my position facing the window, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and got on his knees on top of it. He ate me out for a bit then shoved it in and went to work. He had become a great lover, even when he was plowing my ass like his life depended on it, he still managed to hit my marble with every stroke.
Getting fucked by a ten year old while looking out over Cleveland was a strange, but very memorable experience. I relaxed my ass when he pushed in, and clenched when he withdrew, I knew he wasn't gonna last much longer, but I was nowhere near ready, that was fine. I knew that in two days time the roles would finally be reversed. As he came I realized he was becoming an artist with curse words, it was kinda cute.
"Fuck Dad! That was awesome, a bang with a view! Ha! Saturday afternoon when I said, 'It's time we started making our own memories', I never coulda imagined this! Hahahaa!" I scooped him up and plopped down on the couch I snuggled with him running my hands all over his smooth, sexy, completely hairless body. His stomach growled, it was dinner time. I thought about room service, but there was a Morton's pretty close, then I remembered my vow to not go to national chains... Then it hit me, we were only a couple blocks from Fahrenheit! I'd seen the Chef / Owner on Food Network many times, and I knew the place had a Wagyu New York Strip, my mouth started watering.
"Axel, get dressed, we're going to a Stake House that makes Morton's look like a fucken McDonald's" Axel ran to his suitcase and selected his outfit. A pair of very sexy tight undies, they were a cotton lace, but not feminine in any way shape or form, something out of the pages of French Vogue, and they left nothing to the imagination. Then a pair of skinny blue jeans and a skin tight black t-shirt. He went for the garment bag and pulled out the blazer from his natural linen suit. Then he topped it off with a pair of tan suede shoes. Hotter than Death Valley in July. I dressed in a similar manner, but didn't try to upstage him, not that I could if I wanted to.
The elevator ride down from the 31st floor took a while, but the view from our suite made it worth it. We walked hand in hand to the restaurant, he got whistles from chicks and dudes alike. He loved it. If there was one thing Axel was not, it was shy. I put my name in with the hostess and was told it would be about fifteen minutes.
We took a seat in the waiting area, we had been waiting a couple minutes when a Father and Son came in, the man looked to be in his early to mid 30's the boy was about 12, and cute as a button, but he looked nervous and his eyes were darting around the restaurant. From his body language I figured he might be autistic, but what stood out was his t-shirt. It had the 'Flight of the Rangers' logo emblazoned on the front. I'd never seen one before, and really wanted one for Axel, ok, I wanted one for myself too. The Father put his name in then they sat pretty close to us. I leaned over and said in a voice just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the busy restaurant...
"Hey Buddy, where did you get that awesome t-shirt?" He looked away and in a very timid voice replied...
"Target." His Dad looked to me, trying to figure out if I was some sort of creep. He recognized me.
His eyes lit up and he shifted toward me and whispered, "Toby has mild autism, and is very shy. Today's his thirteenth birthday, and all he wanted for his big day was to come here for the Wagyu, I've been saving for months... Um... 'Rangers' is his favorite movie, he's obsessed with it. He watches it at least twice a week. Could you do me a solid and introduce yourself? I have to warn you, even though he hates being touched, you may get a massive hug." I nodded and spun around taking a knee in front of the boy. I knew Axel would be fine with what I was about to do.
"Hey Toby?" I spoke in a soft tone, just loud enough to be heard by Toby's Dad and Axel. "Can you look at me? I think you may recognize me." After the zits of my awkward teen years faded I ended up with the same face I had as a kid, If you knew my face from back then, you would recognize me instantly. Toby's head turned. To say his eyes lit up would be the grossest understatement of the century. Everyone in the place had to cover their eyes as not to go blind, not really, but you get the picture. He started sobbing tears of joy, and leapt into my arms and squeezed me tight, kid was strong! My spine popped at least three times, I needed that!
"Dylan Martin I love your movies and your show but what I love more than anything in the world is 'Flight of the Rangers' I could probably recite every line what are you doing in Cleveland I thought you lived in Philadelphia I'm your biggest fan I can't believe I'm getting to meet you today's my birthday I'm thirteen today I'm a teenager now Dad says I'm gonna get all kinds of stinky now!!" Not only was that a single sentence, it was a single breath. Kid was absolutely adorable, I winked at his dad, it was time to make him a fucken Superhero.
"Well Toby, you can just call me Dylan. Your dad tracked down my email address and said a very special boy was turning thirteen and asked if I'd be willing to come to Cleveland to meet you, he even offered to pay for my travel. I told him I'd take care of it and take you two to dinner at the best Stake House in town... Your dad, finding my personal, private email, the one only friends and family have? Your dad must love you very, very much. I knew I had to come an meet you." The look on his dad's face was beyond priceless!
Toby let go of me and jumped into his dad's arms and hugged him even tighter than he hugged me. The expression on his dad's face and the tears told me that it was the first time his son had ever hugged him. Axel ran to the hostess stand and said something, she laughed in utter delight and nodded.
As everything sank in, the Man introduced himself. He whispered in my ear. "Mister Martin, what you just did means more to both of us than you will ever know... I'm Tom, by the way. You just made me the biggest hero in the world to my son. And I think that was your intent. Thank you, thank you from the very bottom of my soul."
"Call me Dylan, what I just had the pleasure of doing for you and your son, means more to me than you will ever know, hopefully during dinner we'll have a chance to talk one on one. If not you're getting my contact info, well you're getting it either way. We need to talk."
The hostess announced 'Martin, party of four' we followed and took our seats, Tom and Toby studied the menu. I could tell that Tom was looking for the cheapest thing on it. Our server asked for our drink order, Axel was a good boy and asked for Sparkling Apple Cider, and Iced Tea. Toby asked for the same, I could tell there was something going on there. Tom, I could tell was about to just ask for water, I cut him off and ordered the Black Walnut Manhattan and an Iced Tea, suggesting Tom would like the Cocktail. He relented, good Man.
Toby leaned to whisper in his dad's ear, but the poor kid lacked any sense of volume control. "Dad I know you said I could get it, but since Mr. Martin is paying do you think it's ok if I still order the Wagyu New York Strip Steak?" Tom knew I heard and blushed deeply.
At $125 a plate, the Wagyu was the most expensive thing on the menu, it did come with chared asparagus and mashed potatoes though. I announced, very matter of factly, "I've wanted to come here for YEARS, the twelve ounce Wagyu Strip is the stuff of myth and legend! Is it ok if I order those for the table?" The boys went giddy, Tom breathed a massive sigh of relief and gave me a nod of gratitude, he was starting to get it.
The waiter came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order, I said Wagyu all around and ordered a few sides for the table, he asked what dressing we wanted on our salads.
"Ranch." was the simultaneous answer from everyone at the table, the waiter laughed and said the salads would be up in a minute or two. Toby peppered me with questions about 'Rangers'. For something I hadn't thought about in well over twenty years I couldn't believe how fresh the memories were. I surreptitiously texted Hunt, telling him what was going on, he was totally down for a video call anytime in the next couple hours. Awesome!
Our salads came and Toby attempted to quietly tell his Dad that he needed to use the restroom. Tom handed him the small backpack he was carrying. Axel said he needed to pee as well, Toby froze, Axel whispered something to him, Toby relaxed and they went off to the bathroom, hand in hand.
"Thank you for this, I think tonight is going to be life changing for Toby... He showed me your email to the forum, I'm in awe of you... Axel's your nephew, but he calls you Dad?"
"Well, I'll be starting the adoption process as soon as I can. He never knew me as his Uncle, and always dreamed of having a Dad... So that's what he calls me. I love it."
"Hehee. Ya there's no better feeling than being called Dad." I probed a bit, Toby's Mom was killed by a drunk driver when he was two, Tom was the head janitor at a fancy ass school that he could never afford for Toby. He loved what he did and all the kids adored him. But was looking for something that paid better. He wanted the best for his son, but education was expensive and with Toby's special needs he couldn't afford the teaching the boy really needed.
"Tom, up until about a week ago I hadn't even thought of 'Rangers' since I left Hollywood behind. Now I understand what that movie means to people. I am in the process of turning my childhood acting money and all the residuals into a scholarship fund. The only qualification is, do I like the kid. Toby qualifies, in spades, your son is an amazing boy. Anything needed for his education will be provided, 100%." Tom was in tears.
"Normally I don't take charity easily. But coming from you I accept, with my deepest gratitude."
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Meanwhile...
The waiter brought our salads, Toby asked his Dad to use the restroom and Tom handed him a small backpack. I knew exactly what was in that backpack, I had noticed a little extra padding in his pants. I also realized I needed to pee, like bad. When I said so Toby froze in fear, I whispered to him that it was ok, and told him that I wet the bed, every night. Knowing my deepest secret he relaxed and led me by the hand to the bathroom. Well, he knew one of my deepest secrets, hehe!
I thought Toby was fucking hot, and he was so sweet, even though he was older than me I understood his... condition? I didn't know the right words... But I knew I wasn't going to make the first move. He led me into the handicap stall. He paused, I had to go, really bad, so I did, he just watched with a massive grin. Then he took off his shoes and shorts. His Goodnites looked like they were about to burst.
"I have some bladder control, but not much. Sometimes I know I've gotta pee and can make it to the bathroom. But I had a couple accidents today, then when I realized who your dad is... Hehe! The waterworks went into slipstream drive, these won't hold another drop." He tore the sides away and revealed his circumcised soft four inches and a few pubes! I really wanted to dive to my knees and take him into my mouth, I knew that those four inches would turn into at least five when he got hard, but I resisted.
He pulled out a baby wipe and cleaned himself up he started getting hard, but then simply put on a fresh pair of Goodnites, replaced his shorts and shoes. We left the stall, he dropped the nearly dripping Goodnites in the trashcan we washed our hands then he kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks for not doing anything weird." He was glowing, he had just shared his deepest secret with a friend. The whole experience was totally innocent in his eyes. I felt like my heart was gonna go boom! It was better than me sucking him off, though I would have loved to do that. Hand in hand we walked back to our dads. Even though nothing sexual happened, it would be a memory I'd cherish for the rest of my life. It was exactly the kind of memory I hoped I'd make when I asked my dad to take me on this trip.
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The boys returned, Toby had an ear to ear grin and Axel was glowing. But not his after sex glow. I knew I'd get the story later. I pulled out my phone and set up the video call with Hunt. I hit start and handed Toby the phone.
"There's someone who wants to say hi to you." Hunt answered.
"Hey there Toby, happy birthday!"
"Hunter Stefansson oh wow I love all your movies especially 'The Storm Pilot' Levi's hot but my favorite movie in the world is 'Rangers' I can't believe I am talking to you first Dylan now you..." He went on for a minute or so, until he was out of breath. His way of talking when he was excited was too cute.
"I really wanted to come with Dylan, but I couldn't get away, I'm sorry." The two chatted for several minutes before Hunt's phone started beeping, he said it was the Studio, and he had to take the call. He said goodbye and wished Toby a happy birthday again.
"That was so cool! Thanks Uncle Dylan!" Tom looked uneasy.
"You're very welcome Nephew Toby." Tom melted. He explained that they had no other family, he and his wife were only children and both sets of grandparents were gone. I already really liked Tom, and I adored Toby. And the boys were already thick as thieves, I was very proud of Axel. Christmases together maybe?
Our steaks and sides arrived. Toby looked like he was gonna explode, I probably did too! We all watched the birthday boy take his first bite. He nearly fell out of the booth.
"Best Birthday Ever!" We all savored our steaks, and the sides, the chared asparagus was almost as good as the steaks. Tom became obsessed with the Truffle Fries. The price tag on those steaks was well worth it. We spent almost an hour eating our main course. It was honestly the best meal of my life. Axel, with deep regret said the same, 'challenge excepted' I told him, he lit up, knowing I could actually do better.
Through the meal Toby asked me about nearly every scene in the movie, he was enthralled by the behind the scenes stuff. Tom asked me all kinds of questions about 'The Early Years', saying he grew up watching it. I went into detail on every question, having a blast remembering things I hadn't thought about in years.
Once our meals were gone and busboys had cleared the plates, the entire waitstaff marched to our table with a cake that had thirteen candles. They sang the happy birthday song including his name! Toby cried in ecstasy, Axel beamed with pride. Ah! It was his doing, good boy! The triple chocolate salted caramel cake was insane! I wasn't the best baker in the world, but I did ok, there was no way I could ever top that cake! As Toby finished his dessert. He started to cry, softly.
"Uncle Dylan, the only thing I wanted for my thirteenth birthday was that steak. Thank you, I should have expected the most amazing dad on the face of the earth to come up with something even better! Daddy, I'll try to hug you at least sometimes from now on. Uncle Dylan, Dad and I have been alone for a long time. Now I have an Uncle and a Cousin, who doesn't judge me for ANYTHING. Axel, I love you more than I know how to say! Thank you all for tonight, the best night of my life!" Axel swooped around the table and cuddled with Toby, who for the first time in his life accepted cuddles. Tom was in tears once again.
"Tom, Axel and I are trying to figure out exactly where we want to live. That question should be settled well before Christmas. Would the two of you consider joining us for the Holidays? I'll pay for your travel. Since Toby is my nephew, that sort of makes you my little brother." It was a good thing we were in a booth open on both sides. Tom came around and hugged me, in tears.
"This is really embarrassing, but I've got to admit, Charlie, your character on 'The Early Years' was my imaginary big brother growing up. This is so surreal, but I'm gonna run with it. Thank you Dylan, thank you Big Brother!" I paid the nearly $600 check and left a fat tip. We shared a group hug and we said our see you laters, it was not goodbye. Axel and I held hands as we walked back to the hotel.
"Dad, I love you so much! That was amazing. And I love the fact that you saw the opportunity and just took it. I think tonight changed both their lives for the better, for ever. You could have just introduced yourself and let it be. Did you even think about it before telling him Tom tracked you down?"
"It took me a half second to come up with a believable story. Axel, before I met you, I probably would have just said hi. You are changing me for the better as well. I love you, more than words could ever say." He filled me in on what happened in the bathroom. I told him I was proud of him.
Back in the suite we stripped, we were too stuffed for sex. I pulled out the whiskey from the night before and poured a round. I knew I actually needed to set up the scholarship fund, but I had no idea how. One name came to mind Uncle Arthur, another close friend of my dad's, and his accountant, well, I guess my accountant too, I never really even thought about my taxes, but they were always paid on time. It was still early enough in L.A. to call him.
"Dylan! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"Hey Uncle Arthur. It finally happened, I finally found my son!" I filled him in and let him chat with Axel for a minute. He was thrilled for us.
"The other reason I'm calling, with Axel's help, I finally tallied up all my accounts, I still can't believe it, but I'm worth almost $124 Million, but I'm sure you know that. The account where all my acting money goes is almost $20 million alone. I want to turn that into the 'Charles Martin Memorial Scholarship Fund' but have no clue how to go about it."
"That would make your Father very proud. And I must say how proud I am of you. I can set everything up, I do have the account number. I think the best thing would be to set it up as an endowment. I know a bank that offers 6.25% for charitable endowments, that works out to one and a quarter million a year. Would that be enough?"
"I think so, for now at least. Hunter is doing an updated 'Oliver Twist', I'm going to play Fagin. And I may actually return to acting, at least part time, I'll have the checks go to the endowment. If I go nuts and start handing scholarships out left an right I could always bolster it."
"That's wonderful, I know a guy who's a whiz with websites, I'll have him set up a site for the fund, where people can apply, give the details and also disperse the funds. You will have a dashboard where you can see totals, make adjustments. You will even be able to make one time or recurring deposits to their personal bank accounts."
"Cool. I'll have Axel do a logo, he's an amazing artist. Time to find out if he's a good graphic designer as well. Um... Uncle Arthur? How much do I pay you?"
"$1000 a month. That's what your Father paid me."
"Double it. I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch, but the fact I've never even had to think about my money is all you. Every few years I wake up on April 16th in a panic, realizing I hadn't filed my taxes, only to find out they had been filed for me. Thank you."
"You don't have to do that, I have plenty of other clients, I do quite well for myself. I made a promise to your Father that I would look after your money, I would do it for free to honor him."
"I'm not taking no for an answer. Give it away if you don't want it. Glioblastoma research if you really want to honor him."
"Ok, this old house could really stand some renovation, then, yes Glioblastoma research. Your father was taken from us far too young... The fund and the website should be ready to go by the middle of next week, I just checked and cmmsf.org is available, if you'd like that as the domain name."
"That's perfect, we'll be in Chicago from tomorrow till Monday, I'll have cards printed. Thank You Uncle Arthur. We'll be in L.A. in a few weeks, I'll take you to Canters Deli, and we can catch up." We said good night and I ended the call. Axel was already sketching logos.
"I need to see pictures of Grandpa!" I opened a folder on my laptop, he scrolled through until he found one he liked. He studied it then went back to his book, hiding it from me, as always. I turned on the TV and watched the news. Same bullshit, different day... How is a Welder like a Journalist? They both fabricate stuff, all day long.
I looked through the guide and found an episode of 'The Early Years' playing. I clicked on it. I had never actually watched an episode. It was the one where Mason, aka Finn, found one of his Dad's Playboy Magazines. It was fucking hilarious! I remembered how grossed out we both were by the stinkyfish, but we were both very turned on by all the mancocks. Finn and I rocked my trailer so hard that afternoon the suspension actually needed to be rebuilt afterwards. That night Dad thought his cock was gonna fall off. When the episode was over Axel showed me what he had been working on. It turned out he was an excellent graphic designer.
He had used one of the ultra fineliner markers to make Dad look like a President on a bill, on the right side. The sketch was 10.5" by 6 inches, with crop marks for full bleed printing, it bore the words 'Charles Martin Memorial Scholarship Fund'. The back had the same crop marks, 3 times the size of an American business card. The text read...
"This card entitles the bearer access to the Charles Martin Memorial Scholarship Fund. Use the following code to login at www.cmmsf.org 'xxxxxxx' and follow the instructions on the screen."
"I did it big so it would have a lot of detail. The X's could be a code generated by the printer, each one unique! I don't know what the site will ask, so..." It was amazing. And it was camera ready. How did he know? Eros, I guessed. I pulled him to bed, neither of us needed sex that night, I simply did our nightly Goodnites ritual and we drifted to sleep. In the morning I awoke to the foulest odor I'd ever smelled.
I was such an idiot! Axel devoured his asparagus, saying he'd never tasted anything like it before. Toby offered his to him, saying, while he loved the taste he hated what it did to him. That should have clued me in. I shook him awake. And made a mental note not to let him eat asparagus again till he stopped wetting.
"Gawd!!! Who let off the stink bomb!?! It fucken wreaks in here!" I had to laugh.
"You let off the stink bomb! That's you you're smelling! That's Asparagus Pee. It has that effect on some people. You more than others!"
"Damn! It was so good! But remind me never to eat that again until I stop peeing the bed!"
"Ha! We'll go to the San Joaquin Asparagus Festival, in California to celebrate! But right now we've got to get you into the shower! I grabbed the lining out of one of the little trashcans and tied his soaking wet Goodnites in. I tied three knots into the bag. It still stank! Once I finally got him clean enough I sucked him off, we dried and I gave him his 'treatment', we packed and I sent for the Bell Hop. We went for breakfast, Waffles, sausages and coffee.
Our time at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was more about me than him, at The Institute he was only allowed to listen to Classical. But in his time with me he began to love the 80's and 90's 'alternative' sounds. We had a blast and by 1:00 pm we were on the road to Chicago.
We stopped at Target on our way out of town to grab some 'Rangers' t-shirts. It turned out there were six different designs. Axel was so cute trying to decide which one he wanted. I told him to get two of each, and two each of the next size up. T-shirts don't last all that long, and he was a growing boy. Unfortunately they only had them in kid's sizes. The checker noticed the only things we were buying was two dozen t-shirts for the same movie...
"Hehe, looks like someone's a big fan of 'Flight of the Rangers'." Axel giggled and pointed to one with a painting of me on it, then pointed to me.
"Oh! Wow! Sorry, I almost didn't recognize you. I grew up on reruns of 'The Early Years' I had a huge crush on you!" I could see in his eyes I had been his first sexual fantasy, I blushed and signed an autograph for him.
We had been on the road for about half an hour when my phone rang, It was Hunt! I answered.
"Hey Hunt! We're on the road, you're on speaker, Axel can hear everything."
"Hi Uncle Hunt!"
"Hey kiddo! Nice to not really meet you! Last night was sooo much fun! That kid is so sweet."
"Hehe! It's nice to not really meet you too! Last night was a blast! Toby and I are sort of Cousins and Dad has a new little Brother! I'm really looking forward to really meeting you! I loved your latest movie 'The Storm Pilot' Levi's hotter than the sun!"
"Yes he is! I'll tell him you said so, he loves hearing that boy's think he's hot. Hey, I gotta talk to your dad about something, it's ok that you hear but it's kinda time critical."
"Sup Bro?"
"A few years ago the rights to 'Flight of the Rangers' came up for sale. Even though I hadn't seen it since it came out, I bought them, I didn't want fucking Disney to get their evil hands on it, they'd remake it with two girls with zero character flaws, and no personality... I just got a call from Janus Films... aka 'The Criterion Collection'. They wanna remaster it! But, they want us to do a commentary. I didn't want to say yes without checking with you first. And from what I know of them, if they don't hear back within an hour or two, they move on. So? Would you be willing?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely! I'm totally down!"
"Cool gimme a sec... ... ... And sent! I had the email ready to go, I just needed your ok... Now I can talk! So Axe, tell me about yourself."
"Ummm! No! Please don't call me that!!! No! PLEASE!" He started sobbing.
I put my hand on his knee and squeezed. "Axel, Shhhh. It's ok... He didn't mean anything by it. He can't hurt you. He's not here." He started to calm down.
"Shit! I'm so sorry! Should I hang up?"
"No! I'm sorry Uncle Hunt... I can explain when we really meet. I know I'll have to get use to being called that, but I'm not ready... Thanks Dad... Uncle Hunt, if you wanna know about me and Dad, you just got a glimpse of what he is to me... he sent you pictures of the phoenix sculpture? That's me, Dad is guiding me out of the ashes... I still have a long way to go. But, I'm getting there... I... I wanna be Charley Bates in your movie! Ink me in!"
"Ok kiddo... Dylan?"
"He said it! Ink him in. Fuck I can't wait to see you... Wait, you own the rights? So are you behind the t-shirts at Target?"
"Sort of, someone from corporate reached out, designs in hand. I gave the green light and get 20% of the retail."
"Wow! Last night only happened because Toby was wearing one! I bet you're dying to hear the whole story about last night." I told him all about our chance encounter with my new nephew and little brother. He thought it was very, very cool.
"Dilz, that was such a you thing to do. I remember you always making time for fans."
"Ya, till I got to old and they kicked me to the curb... But I think I'm finally over that. If I had stayed in Hollywood I wouldn't be where I am today, I wouldn't have my Little Phoenix. I never realized how much the show and 'Rangers' meant to people. We should do a panel at a Comic Con sometime!" He thought that was a great idea. I told him about Finn and Sebastian, he couldn't believe it. We chatted for a while then he had to get back to work. I told him I'd send him some headshots of Axel in the evening and said goodbye.
"I can't believe I'm actually gonna be in a movie! It's gonna be so much fun!"
"It can be, but it can also be really boring, there's a lot of sitting around. But, there's also plenty of time to have fun with the other boys in the trailers." That lit him up. He pulled out his iPad and the Apple Pencil and started drawing. Around a half hour later just as we passed the off ramp for a very large truck stop he looked at me...
"Oh no... Dad, I gotta pee." Shit! The next exit was over twenty miles away, and due to road work the shoulder was closed.
"How bad? Can you hold it for twenty minutes?"
"No!" Fuck. I knew there was no way of him getting to his suitcase for a pair of Goodnites. Thinking quickly I grabbed a water bottle, rolled down my window and dumped it out and handed him the empty bottle, he opened up his fly and stuck his dickie in the bottle and let loose. The look on his face was adorable. He filled it to the brim, I handed him the cap. He sealed it up and slid it under the seat.
"Thanks Dad, that was close! Ummm... Dad, I think it might be a good idea if I wear Goodnites when were driving."
"Ya, might be a good idea, but only use them if you really have to, you don't wanna become reliant on them in the daytime."
"Ya... I feel bad for Toby... Watching me pee and me watching him change his Goodnites made him so happy though."
"It's a very special secret to share." About an hour later we stopped at a Travel Plaza somewhere in Indiana for gas, snacks and a piss. I disposed of the bottle of pee, Axel grabbed one of his Goodnites from his suitcase and snuck it into his backpack. When he came out of the bathroom he was blushing and giggling.
"There's something really naughty about wearing these in public. Can you tell?"
"If I look real hard, yes. If anybody notices, that means they're a Perv."
"You're a Perv!"
"Yep! The luckiest Perv on the planet!" That earned me a full blown belly laugh, and a full on hug, in public! Back on the road Axel went back to his iPad and munched his Flamin Hot Cheetos. I got the feeling that he would never say the words 'Dad... I'm bored'.
"Axel, under your seat is a case with a Nintendo Switch. I figured you'd get bored, but I'm now seeing you may actually be incapable of boredom."
"Thanks. Several boys back at the squat had them, they loved them. I played with Tigger's for a while, but couldn't get into it. Sorry, I'd rather be creating something... Wait! They said they got them from the greatest Trick ever... That was you, wasn't it!"
"Guilty as charged, Your Honor! It's ok, you don't need to be sorry. I'm sure we'll run into a kid that will love it, you can give it to them, how's that sound."
"Sounds great! Thanks Dad. So after Chicago, the next place I really wanna see is the Minneapolis Institute of Art. Then in Fargo The Plains Art Museum, and the Red River Zoo, they have Red Pandas, and Pallas Cats! There's a campground right on the river! I saw you have a big bag of camping stuff, could we stay there?"
"Absolutely! I figured we may have to camp at some point. I love camping, but I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it, after living on the streets for over a year."
"That wasn't camping! I've always wanted to go. I use to dream of my dad taking me, now it's gonna happen!"
"Cool! That's gonna save me a ton on hotel rooms. Ha! How would you feel about backpacking?"
"Sounds even better!
"Sweet, I've always had a fantasy of driving Lilly down the Pacific Coast Highway and doing short one or two night backpacking trips."
"Yes!"
About twenty miles later, he looked at me with tears running down his cheeks, "Dad... Ummm... When Caesar picked me for that 'train job', I didn't wanna go. The last trick I had was the dude that messed up my ass. But, something in the back of my mind told me I had to do it... I just thought you should know how close we came to not meeting." I took his hand.
"I was going to drive into work that morning, and go straight to the cottage after. But as I passed the train station, Elkie, the Porsche just pulled herself into the parking lot." Not another word was spoken the rest of the drive to Chicago. We just held hands, even when we stopped for gas. I'd kiss his cheek and fill Lilly up.
We pulled up to the Ritz at about a quarter to six. The valet asked if I would like to have my car detailed, after over 750 interstate miles she really needed it.
"Yes please, thank you. Her name's Lilly, and she doesn't like being waxed, she wears a micro ceramic coat and finds waxing simply barbaric." He laughed. I handed him a hundred.
"Thank you Mr. Martin, I always knew you'd be funny! It's a pleasure to meet you." The Bell Hop started unloading our luggage, I pointed to the campsite bag and told him to leave that, idiot put it back. We entered the lobby. Axel's jaw was a few steps behind. We were greeted by the Hotel's Concierge, thankfully I didn't recognize him. One more blast from the past and I was going to have a breakdown.
"Ahh! Dylan and Axel, welcome to the Ritz-Carlton Chicago! Your Amex Concierge was most informative. If there's anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable please let me know, this is my direct line, I am at your beckon call day or night." He handed me his card.
"Thank you Mister Smithers. I need to get some headshots of my Son, is there any way you could arrange for Rooftop access?"
"Certainly, 6:45 would give you the most amazing light, I'll have someone fetch you at 6:30, they will have a reflector and can assist you. And since this is your first visit to our fair city, would you like me to arrange a limo to take you to Pizzeria Uno at say 7:30?"
"That would be great, thank you." Dude was fucken good. He gave me our key cards and we followed the Bell Hop to the elevator. After I handed Smithers $1000. I knew full well that if I had contacted the hotel management I would have been charged at least $20,000 for the location rental.
"Didn't you use to be Dylan Martin?" He asked excitedly.
'I still am Dylan Martin, fuck you very much.' I thought to myself. There went his tip, he unloaded our bags and I handed him $5. We explored the suite, it was unbelievable. The bottom floor had the kitchen, dining room, living room with a fireplace, media room, two half baths and an office. Up the spiral staircase was another seating area, master bath with a massive soaking tub, walk in closet and the bedroom. The view from every window was absolutely spectacular!
I checked my phone, I had turned it off after we talked with Hunt. Nancy had texted me half a dozen pics of Felix with his new violin. Axel's eyes bulged out of his head, he was shirtless in a few.
"Wow! He's ripped! We kept our shirts on in the dressing room. And that violin is beautiful."
"He is a very handsome boy. That instrument truly was made for him." I texted Nancy back saying that the violin looked very good on him.
I had also received an email from Kelly. She said how excited she was to get back to school and the new semester was starting in just a couple weeks. She gave me a very detailed breakdown of the expenses, her scholarships, financial aid, earnings, etc. She was only asking for $2,300 per semester. I replied and explained the website that would be up next week, but since time was an issue I asked for her Zelle account, and explained that all my college scholarships always include a $1,500 a month stipend for living expenses. Sure, why not, let her worry about her studies, not work.
Moments later I got an email back thanking me profusely, and she swore up and down that she was NOT a party girl and would study hard. I adored her family, no resistance to being helped and their gratitude was overflowing. I sent the money and emailed Uncle Arthur her details.
We ripped of our clothes, my Little Phoenix needed another feeding. As he sucked my cock I sucked his beautiful little toes. He loved having his toes sucked and feet licked. He really loved it when I bit the arches of his feet, not too hard though. We kept it quick, we didn't have all that long before Axel's photo shoot. He finished me off then we made out for a while before a quick shower.
He dressed in khaki cargo shorts, one of the 'Rangers' t-shirts, and a red zip up hoodie. My eleven year old face was peeking out from the hoodie, he looked adorable. I had just finished styling his hair when there was a knock on the door.
The woman introduced herself as Cathy, and escorted us to the roof, the view was incredible. And as Golden Hour began the light became magical. Cathy was great. Always keeping the light reflected perfectly onto Axel's face. Over the next half hour I took almost two hundred frames of the boy I loved, more than life itself. He was a natural model, and the camera ate him up. We finished up, I thanked and tipped Cathy, I dropped the camera in the room and we went to meet our Chauffeur for the evening.
We were greeted by a towering man, 6'7" probably 300 pounds, not an ounce of fat. Was he a chauffeur, or a bodyguard? The man looked like a statue of a god, sculpted from the finest milk chocolate. I liked Clive immediately, the right balance of personable and professional. He thought that the fact my son was wearing a t-shirt with my face on it was adorable, so did I... I always loved it when someone recognized me, but didn't feel the need to make a big deal out of it.
Clive let us out in front of the restaurant, he handed me his card and told me to text him right before we paid the check. I told him that if he wanted to eat I'd happily add his meal to ours. He laughed and said he had his wife's lasagna in the car, and he'd take that over a pizza any day of the week. Axel and I laughed saying we understood.
Upon entering Pizzeria Uno, the hostess looked at us, then back down to her podium and back at us.
"Martin, party of two? Right this way." She led us to our table and handed us menus. Shit, Smithers wasn't a good concierge after all, he was great! He must have sent stills of us from the security cameras with the reservation request. She took our bar order, I requested a local Blonde ale, Axel was a good boy and ordered Root Beer.
I noticed a dude at the bar, an impeccably dressed, very handsome man in his early to mid 20's, just on the outer cusp of Twinkhood. He was staring at us. He looked like he was trying to remember. I guess it hit him because he came over to our table.
"Axel, fan incoming, remember to be nice." Axel took a breath and focused, I laughed a little, I didn't think he was capable of not being nice.
"Hello! I'm Luca, I design Men's and Boy's Fashion... Umm you two may be able to save my ass... I have a photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow morning. The Father and Son team I had scheduled, canceled an hour ago poor kid came down with a cold. You two would be even more perfect, my clothes will fit you two even better!
If you'd be willing I can have a car pick you up at 9:00 am and we'd be done by noon. I'll pay you $2000 each, cash." I laughed at my misunderstanding of the situation, and looked at Axel, his eyes were wide with excitement.
"Well, I guess the museums can wait. I just finished up shooting his headshots, the camera loves him. Hi, I'm Dylan and this little Cutie is Axel."
"... Shit! When you were a kid you were on a sit-com, right? I thought I recognized you."
"Ha! Yes, 'The Early Years'... That's What I've Been Sayin!!!... Gimme a sec, you may not need to send a car at all." I said the line in my best impression of my ten year old self. I sent Clive a text asking if I could put him on retainer for the entire weekend. Moments later I received a very enthusiastic 'HELL YES!'.
"I grew up on re-runs of your show, it was great! It actually answered questions about growing up I didn't know I had. Sucks they canceled it, I was really looking forward to Charlie dealing with puberty."
"Thank you, that means a lot to me, I actually did a lot of the writing. So the driver is taken care of, just give me the address of the studio." Luca wrote the address on a napkin and thanked me, saying I was a lifesaver. He said he'd see us at 9:30 am, then told us to enjoy our pizza and let us be. He seemed like a nice guy, I just hoped his clothes were good, if he designed what he was wearing, we'd be great.
"That sounds like so much fun Dad!"
"I did my share of modeling as a boy. It can be fun, as long as the photographer isn't an asshole..." The waiter brought our drinks and asked if we were ready to order.
"Sure, we'll start with the cheese sticks and split a Salad Bowl then a ten inch Chicago Meat Market." Axel loved the deep dish, saying it wasn't better or worse than Tammy's, just different. One thing I knew, wherever we settled I would be installing a pizza oven.
"Axel, where do you want to live? In the city, suburbs or country?" He closed his eyes.
"Um, country. Lots and lots of land, huge oak groves, and spots for camping! And it's like your cottage, but bigger. It's in a valley, surrounded by fruit trees. A stream feeds a swimming pond and then it runs through the house, under glass in the hardwood floors. It's not totally open like your Bachelor Pad, but the kitchen, dining room and family room are. The kitchen is really nice, and it has a pizza oven! Our room is on one side of the house and five bedrooms are on the other, one of them is mine, but it's pretty much just for show, or when I have sleepovers, there's another for a college kid... I don't know his name yet, but we love him!
Toby and another boy are there a lot, but they don't live with us. There are boys who do live with us for a week or two, from time to time. There are a few cabins on the property, for guests, their the same style as the main house... The other boy and his parents live in another house, his parents take care of the property, and the cattle." He opened his eyes. "Dad? How do I know all that? I know it's all true..." I was just wondering where he wanted to live, I wasn't expecting that.
"Hum, it seems your gifts from Eros are manifesting. It looks like you're prophetic. This could get interesting. Is the house in Texas, or Montana?"
"I can't tell. Just like I can't see the other boy's face."
"Seems Eros isn't a fan of spoilers. I'll call the architect that did the cottage tomorrow and give him a heads up. You see anything else?" He closed his eyes again.
"We're at the Academy Awards, someone's reading the nominees for Best Actor in a Supporting Roll, they read your name! Ohhh this is a cool gift! I don't know if you win, but the fact that you get nominated is huge. Wait, I couldn't make out the name of the movie, and we hadn't shot 'Oliver' yet!" He can see glimpses of the future, and can't lie to me? This was definitely gonna be interesting.
"Wow. It is an honor just to be nominated. I wonder what the movie is. Try not to think about it too much. You're already going through a lot right now. I don't know if the future you're seeing is set in stone, or you're just seeing possibilities."
"Ok... I hope they're set in stone. The other boy seems really cool, he's my best friend, and we have a lot of sex. We're like you and Uncle Hunt, Brothers, and Toby's like my Big Brother!" He put it out of his mind and we finished our dinners. We hopped back in the limo, I asked Clive to stop at a market, I wanted to cook breakfast for my boy. He stopped at a Trader Joe's and I got everything I needed and returned to the limo. Axel cuddled into me.
"Dad, were you and Uncle Hunter ever Boyfriends?"
"No, we had a lot of sex, but we were just like you and the boy you saw in your vision."
"I wouldn't call them visions... it's weird, they're more like... memories that haven't happened yet. And I've had another one, sort of, there's no real detail. But Monday afternoon, I'm going to meet the other boy."
"Hum, maybe Eros wants to show whether or not they're fixed in time. The Brotherhood has eight Oracles on staff, because they don't always agree." Axel didn't respond, other than to melt into me, even more. When we got out Clive told me that since he was on retainer I could simply tip him when I paid the bill. That worked for me, and his tip went up.
To be continued...
My other stories;
Jia & the 4th Age (finished)
What's Your Name Anyways? (a very short story)