Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 09:24:05 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Chinook 15

This is a two part chapter 15 and 15a.  It is a little longer then normal.
I trust not to long.


Chinook
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


15:  "I Think He Get's It"


During the run up to the big toy drive and concert Mary Jo and Harvey had
been cooperating behind Royce's back, with the boys.  Royce knew this or at
least suspected as much.  He had also been working with the boys finding
the right things for his dad, aunts, uncles and cousins.

Cliff and Rom had some ideas for the Cardston clan too but not for their
biological grand parents.  They continued to be a bit disappointed in
Mr. Rundel's attitude.  Mrs. Rundle had warmed up quite a bit toward them.
Royce was not sure exactly what to do until he saw an advertisement for a
DVD player at one of the box stores.  It was almost in their budget which
was only a guideline anyway.  He suggested they send the player and a copy
of the performance DVD.  He had a good idea that grandma would like the
idea and the effort, if not the music.

Right after the concert and before Samantha had opened the Christmas gift
she called the boys.  They had seen the local interest story on the TV.
She expressed how proud she was of them and all their friends.  She could
not say enough about it, repeating over and over what a good thing they did
and so on.  Ed was more magnanimous than Royce thought he would be.  In
fact he to heaped praise on the boys.

At the end of the conversation Ed asked to speak to Royce privately.  Sam
was knitting sweaters for the boys asking if he thought that would be
appropriate presents for them.  Royce replied that no one had ever given
them any hand made gifts like that before and he knew they would treasure
them.  He thanked Ed and Sam for being so considerate.

"Royce, I have been the worst kind of fool, an old fool.  I talked the talk
of a Christian all my life but I never understood what the words meant,
until I saw that news story.  I realize it isn't what you say but what you
do that counts.  How do I apologize to them Royce," Ed asked?

"You don't Ed.  Cliff and Rom don't need an apology, what they need is your
love and respect.  You said it yourself, it is not what you say but what
you do that counts.  What happened, happened.  We can't change it, none of
us can bring their parents back to life but we can keep them alive in our
hearts and memories, in their hearts and memories.  We can share those
memories with the boys, which will help.  What you can do is give them
unconditional love and acceptance.

A grandparent's unconditional love is the easy part, you and Sam have
experience with that.  Things like this phone call tonight, you know the
drill.  The acceptance of who and what they are, at any point in time, may
be more difficult for you.  Sometimes it is hard for me."

Royce lied but he thought it would make it sound less preachy.

"Their will be times when what they say or do will displease you or more
probably mystify.  Just say to yourself, hate the sin, love the sinner.  To
them say something like, I don't understand but that's okay, you are loved
and accepted as presented, as is," Royce told him.

"But I have sinned, I know that, I must atone to them," Ed protested.

"Not so, your god may demand atonement but your grandsons neither want nor
need it.  They don't see you in those terms.  They do not and will not
judge you by what happened in the past, they will not judge you in the
future either.  They will respond to your actions.  I know from observation
that a hug and a kiss on the forehead, will say more about what you feel,
than all the worlds in the dictionary.

Someday you will have the opportunity to introduce them to someone as your
grandsons.  The pride in your voice, your body language, the smile on your
face, will say it all for them.  Just celebrate their triumphs and share
their sorrow of defeat," Royce advised.

They talked on a bit more.  Royce came away feeling that Ed finally got it.
He felt pity for the old man.  It is hard to come to terms with yourself
sometimes.  He sincerely hoped Ed's internal guilt will not overwhelm him.

"What did you and Grandpa Rundle talk about," Rom asked?

"How proud he is of you and Cliff.  He thinks your the best grandsons any
grandpa can have," Royce replied.

"He does?"

"Yep, sure does, but I must warn you Rom, grandpa's may always be right but
when it comes to grandchildren, they are not always objective."

Rom thought about this for a bit.

"That's Ok, neither are parents."  Rom smiled and tossed his head to the
side as he left the room.

It was the next morning as Royce fixed breakfast that Cliff gave his
assessment.  "I think he gets it now."  Well that said it all and that's
all he said.

...........

Royce had taken the boys to a Christmas tree cutting place, run by Alberta
Forestry, about forty five minutes west of the city.  For a nominal fee you
can find and cut your own tree.  The snow was minimal but present.  Some
years Calgary does not see much snow but this year they had some.  At least
it would not be a green Christmas, about one in ever six are green in
Calgary.  (To say or call these seasons green is not quite accurate, brown
is a much more appropriate adjective.)

They tramped through the woods with hundreds of others, to find that
perfect spruce.  It was not perfect, it did not have evenly distributed
branches.  There were bare spots and it was just a bit too tall.  But the
boys picked it, helped cut it and haul it back to the mini van, tying it on
the roof rack.  One of the large boxes they inherited from Miss Black were
her Christmas decorations.  Lights, balls, strings and even le Crèche.

Le Crèche is not one of Royce's preferred decorations.  He likes the
spirit of Christmas and secular part of it but wants little to do with the
religious aspects.  The boys however wanted to set the thing up, so he did,
along with miniature town using white cotton for snow.  Miss Black also had
an artificial tree but he left it in its box.  Royce did need to sower the
town for a reasonably sturdy tree stand, which he found at one of home
renovation box stores over on Mcleod Trail, just north of Southland Drive
(100 Avenue).

Harvey supervised the tree trimming or dressing, as he put it.  He also
made Royce put lights on the outside of the house and around the picture
window.  Kathy and Page were heavy into Christmas baking which delighted
Cliff and Rom.  It delighted Royce too, since baking cookies and things
like that are not one of his favorite activities.  He does make a mean
fruit cake, however.  Every fall since his mom got sick he has made a huge
batch of fruit cakes.  He makes a dark variety and after it ages for a
month or two it is oh so go....ooo....d.  Royce adds all the usual stuff
raisins, dates, candied fruit and peal, nuts plus currants, blueberries,
cherries and rum.  He soaks the fruit in rum and also soaks a cheese cloth
in it, to warp the cakes.

Just as Mary Jo had predicted, Harland came into to town and had the boys
outfitted with snowboards, boots and clothing.  He also took them for
lessons at Canada Olympic Park.  This was one action packed week.

Royce had taken care of the fancy belt for grandpa and Harvey wrapped it.
He took care of his buddy in both physical and present terms too.  Harvey
took care of him.  For the boys: Harvey got them several Playstation games;
Royce a selection of books by the Canadian author John Wilson and some
music gift certificates, sports style wrist watches and little stuff.  Mary
Jo had digital cameras for all the nieces and nephews.  Marcy would come up
with some practical stuff like shirts and sweaters.  All kinds of things
arrived from Cardston, mostly games.  Royce was surprised to see a box for
him from the Rundles.

On the 23rd in the late afternoon Harvey, Harland, Royce, Mary Jo, Kathy,
Spencer, Leo, Simon and the boys, went to see Miss Black and sang carols
for her and the other inmates.  (I know the residents of extended care
facilities are not inmates in the classical meaning of the word.  Miss
Black calls herself and the others, inmates.)  They were all quite
surprised when most of the elderly residents began referring to the boys as
Woodman's Heros.  Mable must have been sharing the performance DVD with her
friends, Royce summarized, since they all but insisted the boys do the "We
are the Champions" a cappella; several saying they may be old but their
still "with it".  Which they did, Leo beating the time by slapping his
hands on his legs.

That afternoon their seemed to be a larger than normal number of visitors
at the home.  Many teachers and principals to see Miss Black, several from
Eugene Cost, Woodman and Earl Gray, who knew the boys.  Miss Black was
zooming around in her motorized chair, making sure everyone met her little
friends.  She not only wanted all of them to know these boys, Rom and Cliff
were her friends and were connected with the Rundle Foundation art exhibits
but Leo, Spencer and Simon were also in her sphere of influence as it were.
Royce over herd her telling the Woodman principal how fortunate he was to
have two Evers boys in his school at once next year.  This perked up
Royce's ears, it was the first he heard of it.  But if Mabel Black had
decided Rom should be skipped ahead she would have her way, regardless what
he thought.  What he knew was, what ever Mabel recommended, it was in Rom's
best interest.

Note: In 15a I am introducing the characters from another of my stories on
Nifty called Of Man and Boy.

15a: A New Direction

We skip ahead in the story to early summer and the return of
Stamped. Little of great interest happened that spring anyway.  Rom cleaned
up with top marks and Cliff and his friends, while not stars did reasonably
well.  Rom was skipped ahead to grade 7 in the fall and Cliff and his
friends would all be in grade 8.

"Rom Honey", Royce called out, "please gather up your brother and our
guests."

"Daaaad, girls are called honey, I'm just Romer."

He drew out dad and completed the sentence with a kind of huff and
exasperation in his tone of voice.  The alto tones of boys Rom's age, leave
one with the impression of sarcasm more then exasperation but Junior
figured it out.  Paul Junior could hear it and recognized the boy's
parental directed exasperation.  He felt the same way when anyone called
him Paulie.  Royce cocked his head, smiled and raised his eyebrows.  Rom
raced off into the back yard.  Paul Jr. could also see the devilish look on
Royce's face.  He knew this new friend was up to some mischief.

"His late mom and seagate great grandmother Ms. Black, are the only ones he
lets get away with calling him Honey.  I just say it now and then to get a
rise out of him.  Works too."  Royce' grin just got wider.  "When they get
here just play along, it will be good fun, I assure you."

Paul Jr. nodded his agreement, after all he was just a guest and he did
want Royce to take his oldest son Eric on as a student.  Besides he liked
Royce's sense of humor as much as Royce seemed to like his.

While these two men were widely separated by geography and professions,
they did have a lot in common.  Both grew up on ranches, both highly
educated and skilled, both professionals making names for themselves, both
totally dedicated to their adopted sons, both about the same age, both more
gay then bisexual.

Rom trouped back into Royce's office with Cliff, Harland Sr., Paul
Sr. Gerald, Eric and Grant.  Both Kathy and Mary-Jo were attending to
professional duties, so this was an all boy gaggle.  Just about this time
Leo, Simon and Spencer came in and everyone needed to be introduced. " Leo,
Simon and Spencer are Brand X band members and Clif's class mates," he
pointed to the boys and turned to the guests.  "This is Dr. Gerald Hoffman,
Paul Stum Sr. or the first, Dr. Paul Stum Junior or the second, Paul Grant
Stum the Third, and Eric Hoffman." The new to each other boys, sized each
other up, judged each other acceptable and Royce took over again.

The Hoffman/Stum group are from Montana and the Virgin Islands.  Like
Harland, Paul Sr. runs a horse ranch.  Dr. Paul Jr. and his sons live
mostly in the Virgin Islands.  Gerald Hoffman is a retired physician and
neighbor of Paul Sr. (All these relationships are spelled out in my story
Of Man and Boy.)

Speaking to everyone but directing his attention to Rom, "I think we should
all go to My Favorite Ice Cream Shop," Royce said.

"Okay dad, what's it called?"

"My Favorite Ice Cream Shop."

"I know, but what's its name, have I ever been there before," Rom asked?

"No, My Favorite Ice Cream Shop."

"Never mind, where is it?"

"About 20th Street and 42nd Avenue SW"

"Well if it's your favorite ice cream shop, why haven't you taken us
before?"

"It is not my favorite ice cream shop."

"But you said it was."

"No, I said we should go to My Favorite Ice Cream Shop."

Now Rom is smart we all know that, Cliff is bright too, Leo, Simon and
Spencer did not know what to make of this.  Eric Hoffman was just confused
but Grant Stum twigged right away.  He was laughing so hard by this time,
he had to sit on the floor.  The adults were all smiling.  Harland knew, he
had taken Royce their as a child.  The other men saw immediately as did
Grant, this was a play on words after the famous Abbot and Costello skit,
Who's on First.  Eric and Grant are Paul Jr.'s sons and along with their
grandfathers are visiting the Evers and Calgary.

When Rom saw Grant's antics it dawned on him, dad was playing a trick on
him again.

"Grandpa you should give your youngest son a "time out" for being mean to
me."

He had a kind of pout look with his lower lip well extended trying to look
hurt.

"Well Rom when Royce was your age we didn't use time outs, we used a broad
leather belt."

Everyone was now laughing, knowing Harland may have such a belt but would
never use it to hit anyone, especially his children, even it they need such
punishment.  Royce swept the lad into his arms and kissed him.

"No ice cream for you mister, but you get to pay, its your invitation."

Now everyone was doubled over laughing.

They all piled into the van and Paul Sr's SUV and headed off.  This address
is not that far from Royce's Haysburough home, which is approximately, 95
Avenue and 10th Street SW.

The boys were spilling out almost before the van and SUV stopped.  Being a
warm summer evening the line was stretching out the door.  When they got in
everyone's eyes grew wide.  The place has an old fashioned ice cream parlor
look to it.  Along one wall are the extensive display cases with about 50
flavors or more of high quality product.  Along the other, is an eclectic
collection of collectables.  In the middle of the floor is a grand piano
with a sign on it.  Play for 10 minutes, with no repeats and get a free
double cone of your choice.  Rom marched right over opened the key cover
and began to play.  Eric and Grant were just a bit surprised as were Jerry
(Gerald), Paul and Paul Junior.  The others just took this as normal.
Jerry or Gerald Hoffman is great grand father and Paul Stum Sr. is
grandfather.

Rom began with a very credible version of Tchaikovsky's Moonlight Sonata,
which took him about 5 minutes, he followed this with several Cliff Janis
pieces: High Sierra, Falls Ridge and Evening Sky and followed up with
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.  Everyone was enjoying the music but when he
started hitting that 8 to the bar, his little hands dancing across the
keys, everyone was clapping and humming along, even the teens.  Simon, Leo,
Spencer and Cliff joined him and they began singing the Woodman version of
We Are the Champions with Rom improvising.  Needless to say, Rom got the
biggest cone he hand ever seen.  The other boys all got some extra too.
Needless to say Eric and Grant were impressed.  They had no idea their new
friends were so talented.

[note: My Favorite Ice Cream Shop is a real place, in the South West
quadrant of Calgary, just as described here and just as popular, even with
the author.]

Paul Jr. had arrived in Calgary several days after the Stum-Hoffman
quartet.  He missed the Stampede opening and parade but did get to attend a
rodeo and chuck-wagon races., enjoy the midway, see the animal judging,
this year featuring heavy horses and of course the western art.  Paul
immediately ordered the Boy Series C.  The Stums had already purchased A &
B.  Everyone was staying at Royce's in Calgary, since the trip to and from
the Lazy E ranch, on a daily bases, was just a bit to much.

Paul Sr. wanted the his grandsons to experience the Stampede and to
introduce Eric to Royce Evers, in the hopes of getting Royce to take Eric
on as his student.  Since he had known Harland Evers for many years and
both ranches had bought breading stock from each other, both grandfathers
thought it was a good idea.

It had taken about fifteen minutes for the boys to become fast friends.
Having so much in common helped quite a bit.  Rom and Grant both had Welch
A's and Eric and Cliff, fine fast quarters.  The two sets of brothers were
close in age and so on.  Like Rom and Cliff, Eric was adopted and Grant had
recently lost his mother.

Paul Jr. would only have a few days to spend in Calgary but they would be
packed days.  Royce had already looked over Eric's sketch book and decided
to take the lad on as a student.  He gave him a number of short assignments
using charcoal on paper.  These assignments were designed to identify his
strengths and weaknesses.

After sending the others to bed, (well not sending in that sense of the
word, boys you encourage and old men just get tired) old men and young boys
need more sleep than Royce and Paul Jr., they settled in with some beer.
Royce had recognized the Stum name from his subscriber list and Harland had
told him a little about the Stum ranch, that and his meeting Paul Sr., the
boys and Gerald he knew little else.  Paul Jr. knew little about Royce,
except what was in his bio and what senior had relayed to him.

As they talked telling each other about themselves it became evident to
Royce that he was physically attracted to this young medical man.  He was
fit, slim, about his size, blond, blue eyed, warm and razor sharp.  Royce
wondered, would it be possible, was he gay or bi like me.

Paul Jr. wondered the same about Royce.  Neither man wanted to get drunk.
Neither wanted to impair their judgment or any potential pleasure that
might result, even if only intellectual.  Both men had been fully charged
by the young boy bodies during the day.  They were both aware of the noise
emanating from Rom's bedroom.  The brothers were enjoying each other's
company, judging from the giggling and other sounds.

During the coarse of the conversation it was obvious both men were
partnerless.  At one poignant moment, when Royce was describing Jewlie's
last days, Paul reached out and touched his bare arm.  It was made as an
act of compassion and empathy, it was accepted as such.

He did not quickly remove it and as Paul began to withdraw, Royce reached
with his right to hold the hand firmly on his left arm.  They both felt the
passion growing between their legs.  Paul's left hand drifted along the
inner side of Royce's left leg, moving from the knee toward manhood.
Royce's face lit up in a wide grin, as his right hand moved along Paul's
deeply tanned arm.  His touch was so light it caused the fine blond hairs
to stand up.  Leaning forward their lips met in the middle.  A tentative
kiss that lingered and exploded into a tongue duel.  The kiss broke and
Royce grasped Paul's hand, the one fondling his balls, rose pulling Paul to
his feet and leading him to his bedroom.  Paul was sure he could hear the
rhythmic sounds of fucking emanating from the boy's room.  "Boys will be
boys," he thought.

Royce heard it too.  He hesitated.  Paul was about to speak when Royce
shrugged his shoulders and moved through the doorway.  Paul closed the door
behind himself.  The next kiss was long and passionate, both men pressing
their bodies together, grinding their manhoods into each other.  "You okay
with the boys," Paul asked?

Royce nodded, "you okay with us?"

Paul kissed him again in reply.  They are the adults and they were very
adult about this.  Releasing each other they quickly and efficiently
disrobed and payed a quick and communal visit to the attached bathroom.
Giggling like their sons, the dad's held each other's penises as they
pissed in the toilet.  Even the big boys know a good thing when you feel
it.

There was something about this other man that stimulated feeling and
emotions long forgotten, long dormant.  These men are experienced, they
have been here before, countless times.  They had experience with men and
women.  In Paul's case with older men and boys too.  Royce did not know
this, nor did he care.  This passion or lust or what ever it was, came over
them like a wave.  It engulfed their better judgments and took over.  Like
being 14 again and experiencing your first love.  It was new, it was fresh,
it was a time of exploration and adventure.

Royce lay back on the bed his legs spread the classic male triangle form,
pointing its apex at his long, rock had erection.  The form of his spread
legs, an open invitation also apexing at his crotch.  Royce's smooth skin
is mottled by moderate blond body hair, just enough to signal his maleness,
he is fit looking with wide shoulders and a narrow waste.  If Royce were to
remove his body hair he would look 18 or 19 at most.

Paul has more hair but it is bleached almost white and contrasts with is
deeply tanned skin.  He to would look much younger if smooth.  Paul spends
enough time nude at his Virgin Islands home island, he almost has no tan
line.  Royce has a distinct tan-line.

This is not a time for conversation or detailed visual observations.  It is
a time for passion, for tactile exploration, for engaging the senses of
taste and smell.  Paul descends to Royce settling his leigh body between
the invitation of spread legs, letting their genitals interact.  Allowing
their erections to press into each others hard bodies.  Royce's legs
envelope his guest, their bodies making as much surface area contact as
possible; engaging as many touch sense receptors as possible between them.
The skin is the largest organ of the human body.  It has the most touch
sensitive nerves in the body.  It transmits and senses the bodies heat, it
provides the substrate for the bodies smells, it is smooth and soft, firm
and hard, all at the same time.

Foreplay will be short and to the point.  Stimulate your partner to the
highest status of sexual arousal as possible, in the shortest amount of
time.  Every sense is brought to bare, you will smell and taste, touch and
feel, listen and make sounds.  Soon Paul is pressing his fingers into
Royce's anus spreading the lubricant around and deep within.  Royce is so
excited he fumbles his first attempts to lubricate Paul's long hard
phallus.

Royce pulls his leg into the air holding them wide apart exposing his butt.
His erect phallus falling mostly back against is hard abdomen.  Paul
directs his penis into the inviting circle pressing slowly and deeply.
Paul is laying on his side his body at a right angle to Royce.  He presses
his hips forward driving his penis into the man his upper body bends
forward slightly allowing Royce's left hand access to his chest.  Paul uses
one hand to fondle Royce's chest and nipples the other his left leg.
Royce's face transmits his pleasure as the cock reciprocates engaging his
prostate as often as possible.  Paul moves his hand from the thigh to the
scrotum of his lover.  His pace is slow and measured, he strains to hold
off his ejaculation until his partner is close.  Paul explodes into Royce
followed by several quick thrusts and Royce follows, sending come up his
chest to his face.

Neither the dad's or the sons got much sleep that night.  Of course Gerald
and Paul Sr. knew all about the sex between their boys.  Gerald is their
great grandfather.  Paul Sr. and Jr. have shared a bed since Junior was 13
or 14 and Junior shares his bed with his sons.  (Note to reader: The Stum's
and Hoffmans are the main protagonists in another story written by your
author.  It is called "Of Man and Boy", Nifty-gay-adult-youth.)  Paul
Jr. is bi sexual with a male bias.  As we have seen above Royce is prone to
take what ever comes along but is not out actively seeking anymore.

Harland knew his son slept with both Harvey and Kathy.  He is no fool.  He
did not know that the boys were sharing their bodies with their brothers or
between the families.  He in fact, did not want to know.  He did not care
all that much one way or another.  He understood more than he ever admitted
to anyone else.  In his youth he had feelings for a few other males.  He
never acted on them and he probably would have been rebuffed had he done
so.  One or two of the wranglers that worked for his dad and himself were
probably gay, although nothing much was ever said about it, to or by
himself.

He liked Harvey and respected him as a professional, as his son's friend,
as his grandson's pseudo uncle and as a human being.  He always thought
Royce and Harvey would make a good couple but that just never seemed to
work.  Apparently they were looking for something in a life partner neither
could seem to provide.  He liked Kathy a lot.  He kind of liked Page too.
He could see what Royce saw in the younger woman, he saw a lot of it in her
mother.  Not that he was all that interested in a new life partner but he
would surely accept a "roll or two in the hay" with her.

Harland, Paul Sr. and Gerald spent a quite and enjoyable morning preparing
breakfast and talking about ranching and equines.  They were contrasting
and comparing Montana to Alberta.  Over all it was just about the same.
Mary-Jo showed up and after being fed joined in the conversation with the
older men.  In the mean time our younger group struggled to wake up.

Some time in the earliest morning, just after first light Rom and Grant had
appeared in Royce's bedroom.  They were as cute as to young boys can be.
Another mental Kodak moment as Royce would remember it.  Both boys, stark
naked, holding hands and standing by the bed, looking intensely at their
dads, giggling.  It was obvious from the looks on their faces they were
wondering if they should quietly slip in or make a two pronged tickle
attack.  The smell of sex was heavy in the room and given the way clothing
was strewn about the place, just what had happened was obvious.  The men
were wrapped in each other's arms and the bed was a mess.  Grant yawned and
Rom followed.  They smiled at each other, dropped their hand hold and
proceeded to snuggle up to dad.

Since Grant came to live with Paul Jr. his favorite sleeping position was
on dad's chest with his face tucked into dad's neck.  As he wiggled into
position Royce woke up and both him and Rom looked on in wonderment at the
process.  Paul did not awaken at all but flattened his back, extended his
arm as Grant move onto his chest.  Grant wiggled his butt a bit to adjust
his boyhood against dad's tummy and as he moved his face into his man's
neck, Paul's arm came over the boy gently pressing the lad to himself.

Rom yawned again and smiled.  Royce opened his arm and Rom crawled up
placing his face against his neck as Grant had done with his father.  This
would have made a wonderful painting, called under the covers, it does get
cool in Calgary at night, due to the elevation; the two naked men laying
side by each, with a naked boy, butt in the air, laying on his chest and
his erect penis sticking up between the lad's legs.  Paul on the right, his
right arm over Grant and Royce on the left his left arm over Rom.

When the men finally woke up they began tickling their sons, who began
giggling loudly, this aroused the other two brothers who had fallen asleep
on the floor.  They had dragged a large duvet into the room and took up
residence on it, falling asleep naked and it a 69 position.  A pillow fight
and tickle attack quickly in-sued, with the men quickly yielding to
superior forces.  Mostly because you can't defend yourself and laugh at the
same time.  As a way to get back at the boys the men rolled toward each
other and passionately kissed and fondled each other.  This of course
backfired as Rom and Grant followed by Eric and Cliff emulated their dads.

With all six men in the king size bed, Royce and Paul had a short hart to
hart talk with the boys.  It was obvious to Paul that Eric was fascinated
by Royce's cock.  It was also obvious that Cliff was fascinated by
everyones penis, including his own.  He also knew his sons and their
fascination with sex in general.

"Boys I think we need to set some ground rules.  The men do not have
permission to have sex with the boys, so don't ask.  The boys do not have
permission to have sex with the men, so we won't ask," Royce told them.

He knew his boys would understand exactly what he was talking about, it
goes to the very foundation of his man-boy relationship with them.  Boys
other than yourself and your brother are off limits to your man without
your permission, other men are off limits to you without your man's
permission.

"Sex between the boys or the men, is by mutual consent.  No means no, no
quibbling, no reasons given, no offense taken.  Is that clear," Paul said.

All agreed.

"What ever happens in the privacy of our bedrooms stays in that room and
between us and us alone.  Agreed," Royce said.

All agreed.

"Did you and Mr. Stum do it," Rom asked?

"Were not supposed to ask," Cliff retorted?

Paul just smiled, Grant and Eric knew the answer to the questions already.

"Yes, son."  Royce reached out to took Paul's hand.  "Did you and Grant do
it?"

Rom got quite red.  Eric touched Rom's shoulder.

"That's why your not supposed to ask unless you are willing to freely admit
what you yourself have been doing.  It's okay, were all friends here," Eric
interjected.

"Why don't you boys get a fast shower, two in each bathroom," Royce
suggested.

Rom took Grant's hand and began pulling him into the master bath, while
Cliff took Eric to the main.

The two dads sat on the bed transfixed by each other's eyes.  Is it love or
infatuation?  Neither of them knew but it sure was something worth finding
out.

About half way thought breakfast, Harland turned to Paul Sr. and asked, "do
they ever grow up?" gesturing toward Royce and Paul Jr.

"No, have you?"  Harland laughed, Paul Jr. and Royce scowled and Mary-Jo
howled.

"Is it that obvious," Royce asked?

"Yes brother, it is.  The only difference is Cliff and Eric are holding
hands and you two are just a bit to shy."

To which Gerald added, "but it is cute never-the-less don't you think
Mary-Jo?".  ..........................

The grandfathers and great grandfather took Rom and Grant shopping at a
place Harland had read about, well he didn't read about it as much as seen
a short piece on Opera one afternoon.  He had seen the store in the story
at Chinook Center on one of his expeditions.  Harland like most men are not
shoppers.  (Your writer knows some gay men who claim to be shoppers, he
knows some gay women who are not the least bit interested.  He is not
interested in that debate.)  He can't be bothered with "shopping" for its
own sake.  He had no interest in what any store of any kind has to offer
until he needs or wants.  When he targets some item, he is relentless in
seeking it out.

Chinook Shopping Center is the largest shopping mall in Calgary.  It has
three large department or anchor stores, food court, lots of shops and
services, including a professional office tower, lots of both underground
and above ground parking, an Imax and other theaters and so on.  Harland
hates the place in general and would never go to it unless they had a shop
or service not found in other places or products not available at stores
not in malls.  Build A Bear (Build-a-Bear Workshop©) is just one of those
places.  This is the only location in southern Alberta. (at the time of
writing anyway)

It became obvious that the dad's and older brothers had other interests, so
the grands figured they would take the two younger ones for a day of fun.
Ten and eleven year old boys are not to old to reject a teddy bear even if
they are whip smart and/or overly talented.  In addition, at this place you
get to "build your own bear", to your own specifications.

It was Eric that showed Cliff how good fucking could be.  Eric was shown
that, this boy Cliff was better at it than most men and any other boy he
had ever had.  As you the reader know, it is just natural talent not
experience.

Now that both boys knew how good fucking each other was, their early teen
hormones and associated lust, took right over.  They were determined to try
out as many positions as possible in the time available.  Given the
regenerative power of lads this age, that could be quite a few.  Having
harvested all the sex manuals in the house, the boys got right into it.

"We should try this position `leapfrog'," Cliff said smiling up as Eric
walked in.

Eric smiled at Cliff as he looked at him lying on his stomach supporting
himself on his elbows waving his legs in the air.  His leigh body, strong
tan line and perfect rounded butt sent Eric's penis into overdrive.

"The boy or man kneels on the bed with legs spread wide falling forwards as
the man or boy enters him from behind," Cliff said reading out aloud.

He was putting the term boy in as the book said something like male partner
or man.

"The boy can then caress the other boy's back and control the depth of
thrust," Cliff said giggling and looking over at Eric.  "Or how about this
position `astride'," Cliff said as Eric came over and lay down next to him.
"One boy lies on his back and the other boy sits on his erect penis" Cliff
said chuckling.

"That works real well when your partner, the guy on the bottom, is a lot
bigger than you," Eric added.  Cliff guessed Eric must know as he sure
seemed experienced.

"Facing him, the boy may kneel, supporting himself with his hands, making
it easier to lean forward and kiss his mouth," Cliff read stopping and
smiling at Eric.

"And we both know how much you like to kiss" Eric said smiling as he ran
his hand over Cliff's smooth butt.  Cliff blushed and turned the page and
read silently to himself for a while.

"Rear entry position" Cliff said as he smiled at Eric.

"Rear entry allows for deep penetration and vigorous thrusting rather than
tender lovemaking," Cliff said smiling as he continued reading.  "The boy
gets on his hands and knees and his partner kneels behind him commonly
known as `doggy style', " Cliff laughing as he spoke.  He remembered seeing
the dogs and other ranch animals doing just that.

"The position allows the man to caress his partner's breasts, buttocks and
penis," Cliff continued reading and laughing.

"How about these: `armchair','lapdance', `spoon', `standing and carrying
position'," Cliff said as he turned over on his back giggling
uncontrollably.  Eric by this time was also giggling.  He knew all these
positions had done them all too, but humor is catching and he caught it.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you," Eric said giggling?

"Uh-huh" Cliff replied, as he rolled onto his side to face Eric propping
himself on his elbow.

"Fuck me," Cliff said with a wicked smile on his face.

"suck me first," Eric said, as he moved forward and kissed Cliff's satin
smooth lips.

Eric broke their kiss and lay back on the bed as Cliff started kissing him
all over his chest, he moved down to Eric's crotch and started kissing his
penis.  That is what started all this the night before.  A little kissing a
little sucking a little butt tag.

Cliff pulled back Eric's foreskin and licked around his large, for a boy,
cock head sticking his tongue in his meatus, he started swallowing Eric's
rock hard phallus while he massaged his scrotum. .

"Oh Cliff stop," Eric said pulling Cliff up off.  "Fuck me," Cliff said as
he climbed onto Eric's chest and kissed him on his lips.

"How do you want to do it," Eric asked as he looked up into Cliff's cute
face?

"I want you to fuck me doggy style," Cliff said smiling down at Eric.

"Okay," Eric replied rubbing his hands over Cliff's back.,,Cliff climbed
off of Eric and got on his hand and knees on the bed, Eric got the
Astroglide from the nightstand and got behind Cliff.

Eric poured some of the oil into Cliff's butt crack letting it run over his
tight little anus, he slid his finger into Cliff's hot hole making him gasp
and moan as he rocked back on his finger, then his fingers.  Just like last
night, Eric stretched Cliff's super tight hole.

"Fuck me Eric, stick your cock in me and fuck me," Cliff pleaded.

Eric lubed up his stiff five-inch erection (12.7 cm) and entered Cliff's
tight ass with one thrust forward, he thought he would cum right there as
Cliff's hot tight ass surrounded his cock.

"Oh Cliff your so tight are you sure it isn't painful," Eric whispered, as
he tried to delay his orgasm.

After Eric composed himself he started to thrust his cock into Cliff's ass
gently at first gradually picking up speed.

"Oh Eric your cock is so big, it a hot rod," Cliff murmured as he pushed
back his ass to meet Eric's cock.

Eric knew this was nothing compared to a man's tool but wisely kept his
mouth shut.

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me," Cliff pleaded as Eric thrust into him, he felt his
12 cm cock, it was so hard that it almost hurt to touch it.

"Your ass is so hot Cliff," Eric grunted as he held on to Cliff's waist
tightly, hammering into him.

Eric took pains to make sure Cliff prostrate was fully engaged he
desperately want this new friend to have pleasure in full measure.  Cliff
now knew why his dad and Harvey did it so often, he also figured that is
why dad and Kathy got it on as much as they did.  He had no experience to
tell him the difference between sex with other boys and that with girls but
if boys were this good, girls must be good too.

"Oh Ya!" Cliff whimpered as his cock twitched and jerked spitting ejaculate
all over the bed.

"Oh Cliff Yess!" Eric moaned as he rammed his cock as far as he could into
Cliff's hole filling his ass with his ejaculate.

Eric and Cliff collapsed onto the bed breathing hard after their powerful
orgasm, Eric pulled his cock from Cliff's ass and rolled onto his back
trying to catch his breath.

"Let's try leapfrog now," Cliff said stroking Eric's slippery cock.  It
would put Cliff on top this time.

The men were drifting in and out of brief naps and experimenting not unlike
their sons.  The only difference was they both knew what they liked and now
it was just seeing how your new partner reacted and fit into your
suggestions.  The boys would go on to six more ejaculations plus the two
from the night before for eight in less than 18 hours.  The men could not
do this even though they may have wanted to.  About the best they were able
to come up with was 4 more.  Both couples made enough noise that each was
aware of the other's general progress.  The men at one point checked in on
the boys who had become strangely quiet.  They were laying on the bed,
naked in a side by side 69 embrace, asleep.

The grandfathers wound up taking the younger boys to the Calgary Zoo for
the afternoon and then to a wild meat dinner at a place called Buzzards.
The boys had Buffalo burgers.  By the time they arrived back home the men
and older sons had fucked themselves out.  The men were wondering how they
would each survive without the other.  The boys wondered how long before
their man claimed their boy prizes.  Eric knew his dad would gladly have
his butt at his first opportunity.  He was his man's boy.  Cliff was unsure
about Royce.  He wanted him, now more that ever, now that he had some idea
of what male sex was all about.  He wanted Harvey too but realized that
would just not happen.

While they waited for the others to return the four lovers gathered in the
living room.  It was a hot Alberta summer day, they gathered in their
underwear.  Royce and Paul Jr. in low rise, skin tight boxer briefs that
had a seam up the seat middle and tucked in the butt cleft in a provocative
way.  Their "full" pouches proudly displayed below the tight trim adult
bodies.  Cliff and Eric were in stretch bikini briefs that just made their
little butts so inviting and the brightly colored material outlined the
rounded globes.  The men had a brief but earnest discussion with the boys
about displays of affection in public and about keeping what happened in
their bedrooms, in those bedrooms.

Royce knew that Rom liked oral sex with his brother and assumed he shard
that with Grant who had demonstrated his precocious nature.  Paul knew how
much Grant liked any kind of sex and assumed he shared that with Rom.
Neither man said anything about this, especially to the older boys.  Both
man felt it was not necessary to admonish these older brothers about sex
with the younger ones.  They both knew it already was happening.

Royce did not know Paul was a boy lover.  Paul figured Royce would become a
boy lover once he spent some time at his island home.  With these four
hotties running around naked all day, could any man resist?  Eric was not
ready to share Paul with this new man and he for sure did not want to share
Cliff with anyone except their little brothers.  He knew that no matter how
much he may lust after Royce he was off limits without a release from his
man.  That man would expect reciprocity from his boy, not just yet anyway.
Both couples would talk about this alone in bed.  Eric and Paul would start
the man/boy training, it was like father, like son.

When Rom and Grant came in they took one look around and ran giggling into
their bedroom to shed their short and T's.  the grandfathers pretended not
to notice.  They did, but not in a negative way.  Harland and Gerald
figured their bodies were not attractive enough for display and Paul
Sr. figured he would go with the flow.  At home he is very fond to going
around in his undies, always was.  To a man they admired the natural art
displayed before them.  They knew natural beauty when they saw it and
appreciated looking at it.

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

Royce was in love like he had never been before.  Paul's kisses sent
shivers down his spine, Paul's touch was like electric shocks pulsing
through his body.  His hands on Paul were almost as devastating.  At first
he assumed it was lust at least on his part but after the fourth day any
lust must have been satisfied.  After all he was not sexually deprived.
Hell if anything he was over sexed.  He had Harvey and Kathy along with
others at his command.  He had his hands if and when needed.  No this was
something else.

Sure Paul was handsome and sexy but it was more that that.  He was
experienced but so was Royce.  Paul was smart and worldly but so was he.
They were almost the same size in every respect, height, weight, penis
length.  They were both blond, blue eyed.  They had almost the same taste
in food, drink, clothing, entertainment and so on.  They came from very
similar backgrounds.  They were independent persons, accustomed to making
decisions, thinking for themselves and making things happen.  They had both
adopted sons and obviously loved them as much or more than their biological
offspring.  They thought and acted so much the same, it was like they had
always know each other.  They both knew just what the other would do or say
or want.

Neither one need the other in his life to make it complete or satisfying.
"Yet," Royce thought, "yet his presence, sex and physical aspects aside,
yet he gives me comfort like I have never known, just by being in the same
room.  If this be love than a full measure I'll take, if this be something
else, I'll take it anyway."

Paul's thoughts were not exactly the same but not different enough to
report here.  Be it sufficient to say that on the forth day they conducted
their business, that to arranging Eirc's art lessons and his modeling
contract.  Royce accepted a grand commission to paint, draw or photograph
all four boys for a series to be marketed by Maney Mahn.com.  The boys
would also be models for other artists as well.  Not that any of them need
the money.  In fact they would need to be somewhat creative to hold their
tax positions in check.

That last night, was a night of deceleration and dedication.  Royce took
Paul to his sacred place and there among the rocks and grasses they took
their vows of love.  That consummated love, that bond between two
independent spirits, would mold their lives and the lives of their boys,
hence forth.  This Evers/Stum alliance would be like other family alliances
welding two families into one greater whole.

Royce was the host, Royce would consummate first.  Paul was the guest he
would consummate second.  Neither man quite knew this would happen, neither
realized they were emotionally ready to commit but they would.  Royce lead
the way through the pasture to the west.  Over several low hills and up a
small draw to the sacred place.  They dismounted and Royce explained the
meaning of this place and his emotional connections with it.  Paul could
feel its peace, he understood Royce's spiritual connection to it.  He was
overwhelmed with emotion realizing how special this was to his lover and
how much he was trusted for Royce to share this with him.

They did not speak all that much as their mounts grazed a few meters away
they looked deeply into each other's eye as if searching for something.

"Royce, I only know one thing and that is I must have you in my life.  I
guess that is what love is.  Royce I love you."

Royce declared his love for Paul.  They embraced and kissed a kiss that
would not be stopped.  In fact they did not stop until they were both
naked, removing each other's clothing while not braking the kiss did
produce some interesting contortions.

Later that night in Royce's boyhood bedroom the men snuggled, naked as
usual under the duvet.  The light was out but the room was brightly
illuminated by the full moon.  Moonlight has a cold kind of mood, one that
is very difficult to capture on canvas.  The door slowly opened and two
young boys, also naked quietly slipped into the room.  The men were aware
of their presence.  They gently squeezed each other, a substitute signal
for a wink.  Rom and Grant approached the bed hand in hand attempting to
figure out which man was which.  Suddenly the duvet exploded covering them
and four adult paws grasped and lifting them onto the bed.  Rom and Grant
recovered from their surprise quickly as the giggling which results from
being tickled became the reaction of the moment.

There was much wiggling and flaying of limbs to accompany the laughing and
giggling.  Once free of the duvet the boys scrambled to the center of the
bed and lay down.  An invitation for dad to lay next to you but one on each
side.  Paul wondered how Royce would react to this intrusion.  He knew how
he would and did react.  Royce was the host so he would go first.  "To what
do we owe this late night visit?"

"Dad are we brothers now," Rom asked, looking at both men, now one on each
side of the boys?

"Do you want to be brothers," Royce questioned?  Both boys nodded their
heads.

"You already have a brother so why do you need more," Paul asked?

"If one is good, think about it, three must be a whole heap better," Grant
replied.

"Well that makes sense, I never thought about like that.  What makes you
think you are brothers now," Paul queried?

The boys looked at each other to decide which one would answer.

"It's quite obvious that you two have formed some kind of love
relationship." Grant answered.

"Ya, but if we are going to live together," Rom said.

"And what makes you think we are all going to live together," Paul asked?

He smiled at Royce who smiled back.

"Grandpa Evers told Grandpas Stum and Hoffman that the only non family, any
Evers ever takes to the medicine wheel, what ever that is, are their life
partner," Rom informed.

"Then they all jumped up and shook hands and patted each other on the back.
Rom and I figured you two were getting married.  You know, a same sex union
like they do in Manitoba," Grant added.

Royce and Paul leaned over the boys kissing most passionately.  The boys
could feel their dad's hard penises pressing against their smooth bodies.
They both giggled.  Then the men leaned over and kissed each boy.

Rom and Grant were beside themselves with joy.  They jumped up and took off
down the hall.  Royce kissed Paul again pinning him to the bed.  Paul
signaled, Royce pulled away ever so slightly.  Cliff and Eric will be here
in oh I would say 10 more seconds.

The door was still open and in perhaps 12 seconds four boys came bounding
in, jumped on the bed and pinned their dads in place.  The men were
laughing just a bit to much to ever put up a resistance. With Cliff sitting
on Royce's back facing his feet and Eric on his legs, facing his head and
Paul pinned under Royce they all laughed and laughed.  It was Grant that
sent everyone into hysterics when he touched Royce's naked butt and
commented, "nicest ass I've ever seen."

End of Book One

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Author end notes:

Thank you readers for having read this story and for giving me all the
comments and encouragement over the last 15 chapters.  It was not my
original plan to produce a book two.  It was not part of the original plot
outline to bring in the characters from Of Man and Boy.  I am not sure how
long it will take me to write Book Two.  Of Man and Boy is also near it's
end.  The possibilities for fun adventure and interesting character
development from the combination are quite exciting and will require more
focus on my part then I am normally accustomed to.  I have several other
stories already written, so will begin posting them when the current
stories are finished.  The replacement for Chinook is called Boy Model
Coop. I just submitted it to nifty in the Bisexual Adult Youth section.  As
in most of my stories female characters play a relatively minor role but
the major protagonists with both male and engaged in heavy male/male sex
are bisexual.  It is short for me only 8 chapters.  I hope you enjoy it.
dnrock