Date: Fri, 14 May 2010 16:06:33 -0600 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Chinook 9 Chinook by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 9: I Am Not Alone The sun was still moderately high in the northwestern sky which cast relatively long shadows into shaded areas, the air was still, breathless Royce thought. This was is relatively rare summer day along the margin between foothills and prairie, where the wind is almost always blowing. Junior and Royce are, as if becalmed, on an island in a sea of grass. The colors are yellow, brown and green, the only blue was the absolutely clear sky. A very large sky Royce thought, as he looked east over the flatness; horizons here are very low and very far away. To the west is the front range of the Rocky Mountains. Several large limestone boulders, glacial irritatics, several feet (about a meter) in their crude diameter, are strewn about the crest of a low hill. They lay in a random patter, exactly where the melting glacial ice had abandon them, some ± ten thousand years ago. Over to the right and just a little north are several ancient teepee rings and what Junior had always thought was a medicine wheel. The brothers had often wondered who the peoples were that camped here, so terribly long ago. These teepee rings and the supposed medicine wheel were known only to the Evers. Harland had told them his grandfather discovered this place after a wild fire had burned through when he was a boy of 12 or 13, he guesses around 1900 more or less. "My grandpa always thought these were very old, hidden by the long grass parire. This area was one of the first summer pastures the family established and used, no one had ever seen these rocks until the fire went through," Harland told the boys. The Evers are not superstitious people and not very religious either, they never were, they did recognize this as a mystical or sacred place to someone, now long gone from the land. They may not believe but are highly respectful of others. This place was not an attractive camp site and not on any of the loosely established migration routs of the great bison herds. "Who ever came here came well out of their normal way," Harland told them. (Want to know more about medicine wheels and teepee rings? www.pma.edmonton.ab.ca/human/archaeo/faq/medwhls.htm) The Evers family kept this place in confidence. They knew the attitude of many settlers at that time, would be to destroy it. While Harland may have been the first in his family to seek a university education, that does not mean his ancestors were not well read and self educated. This was a special place to the Evers men too. None ever quite knew why or how, it just was. Each generation held it special, probably for different reasons. Reasons Royce and Junior never even thought about trying to understand. It was for their ancestors, it is for them and probably will be for these new Evers boys, a special place, that was enough. When Royce and Junior first started coming, unaccompanied by adults, they felt some kind of mystical connection to the land, this place and those ancients that established it. They never talked about it with each other or anyone else, they just both felt it and knew the other and their father also felt it, what ever it was. For Royce it had another deeper meaning, this was the place he came after his mother death, to cry and to heal, to allow his inner most feelings and emotions to be articulated. He knew the rocks, the grass and what ever spirits were still around, would keep his words, his feelings, sharing them with no other. Most of all, it was a place to honor those who passed this way before. Those ancient peoples, that brother or uncle killed in this or that war, the parent or friend dead or what ever. To remember times past and speculate on times yet to come. Most of all it was a place to summon up what ever inner strength and insights the supplicant so desperately needed. For Junior and Royce this was also the place where they discovered male sex. Where they discovered each others naked bodies and shared knowledge of each other. This was the place their father came to be alone after their mother passed. This was the place the Evers men came to honor the spirits of those that went before and to share in the honor of each other. Royce would bring his boys here, but not today, some time in the future, when they were more ready, today he and Junior came to honor their love. They would not speak, they would not need to. The brothers dismounted, letting their horses graze. Their animals knew the routine. Royce and Junior stood face to face, toe to toe, hands clasped looking into each other eyes. This was a long gaze ending in a passionate kiss as their mouths came together tongues dueling slowly and purposefully. Each trying to memorize the contours and irregularities of the other oral cavity. Eventually they separated and slowly, in turn about fashion, began disrobing each other. It was a slow, as if choreographed dance of removal and exploration. Their nakedness was not new to either. They had performed this dance a hundred times and had sex with each other hundreds more but in this place and at these times... Standing naked and erect, toe to toe, face to face they pressed their bodies against each other bringing as much surface area as possible into contact, their erections pressing against each other until it hurt. Their hands creased each other backs and buttocks, fingers drifting between each other butt cheeks, teasing and touching, tickling and titillating. All the while their mouths locked together letting their essences freely exchange. They lay in the tall grass side by side, engulfing each others blood gorged penises in their mouths. Slowly, steadily, rhythmically taking the full length of the other into their throats. Playing along the uneven silken surface with their tongues, finally taking their brothers ejaculate, his essence into themselves. Once Royce and Junior stepped among the random boulders they became fully erect. Not an erection of anticipation but an erection of willingness, of sharing. Junior lay on his back now with Royce between his long legs. Legs that draped over his shoulders as he slowly fed his penis into Juniors open and demanding anus. Junior's legs dropped and warped around Royce's waste his feet pressing into Royce's back urging him deeper filling his bowels to maxim capacity. Sweat was poring from all of their pores, their bodies were glistening with moisture and slick, as their skin slid friction less in response to the fucking motion of long, powerful, unhurried strokes. After Royce ejaculated and Junior captured his essence within him they rolled on their sides. Junior now moved behind his brother and lifting Royce's leg high in the air and resting it against a bolder he inserted his 22 cm circumcised penis into his little brother's rectum. He liked this position the best, since it gave him maximum access to Royce's 19 cm (7.5 inch) uncircumcised penis and his large low slung testicles. He like it because his slick body was making maximum surface contact with Royce's. For the balance of the summer our nimrods traveled and shared many small adventures. (I use the term nimrod, not quite in the classical form, as one who hunts for food, but in a more general way, as one who is searching or seeking.) Royce took them camping in the winderness, to the far corners of the Lazy E. Into the national and provincial parks: Waterton, Banff, Jasper, Writing On Stone, Dinosaur and Cypress Hills; to historical places such as the Royal Tyrell Museum of Paleontology in Drumheller and the Carriage Museum of Alberta in Cardston, Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump. They visited Junior's family in Edmonton, for Klondike Days and the Fringe Festival; meeting their other uncles, aunts and cousins, in the Cardston area. Most of the time they stayed at the Lazy E and Royce painted while the boys rode, took care of the animals and just had boy fun. They watched the Red-tailed hawks hunting and common red foxes and coyotes chasing wild rabbits and Richardson's Ground Squirrels also know as: gophers, prairie gophers, yellow gophers, picketpins, flickertales, and tawny american mormots; and any number of other animals. They saw fossils: Devonian brachiopods and Mississippian corals in the rocks. Cliff even collected a few, they examined the plants of the foothills and alpine meadows. On their camping and sight seeing trips Royce took numerous photographs. Royce would try and spend one day a week in Calgary, to look after the house and yard, call in on Miss Black with description of their adventures and just be domestic. Royce quickly realized he needed a bigger car or something. He resolved to buy a mini van or large SUV in the fall. He was delivering about one finished canvas a week to the gallery; often including the plants and animals he and the boys observed. Royce also completed the boys series, all 15, and accepted several commissions for the early fall. One good example is a large work depicting three riders and a pack horse going camping in the foothills with the front range in the background. The boys and Royce were the riders and Zephyr, Blueberry and Thor were unmistakable, with Tumble dancing along side of his boy. Included in the detail was an artists easel on the pack horse, and a Red-tail picking up a ground squirrel in its talons. His work was selling well and the Boy Series A was approaching 200 subscriptions. Life was good, perhaps just a bit to good, Royce wasn't sure about that. One thing was for sure, he needed a mental and creative rest. Change is said to be as good as a rest and change was about the best Royce could hope for. He had never been so dedicated to anything in his life before as he was now. That responsibility and dedication seemed to breath a new kind of energy in him. He had always been productive. He had always been reliable but now it became an obsession. Sure he had given his word and sure he prided himself on keeping that word, but this was something different. He looked at his role and responsibility as a sacred trust. In a way it is, the raising of children is a sacred trust between parent, child and the "great spirit". It was now the last week in August, a time to get ready for school, a time to take stock and restock. A time to prepare and a time for action. Both boys had birthdays in September, Cliff on the 17th and Rom on the 24th. Royce knew he needed to plan something special. Birthdays are often important to children and always important to women. Royce could care less for himself, to Rom this was important and for Cliff probably important as well, Cliff would not express himself. He needed to enroll both of them in their new schools, cubs and scouts. Make sure they had new clothing, winter coats and boots that fit and so on. Royce had a number of business decisions to make and the fall's work plan to prepare. Then there would be hockey, swimming or other fall sports to consider and the Memorial Foundation to get organized. Music lessons to arrange. To completely complicate things, it would take one of those random acts of pure chance. An important art critic from the Globe and Mail, which is a Toronto based nation newspaper, wrote a major article about Royce's work. He called him a modern day Vermeer, praising his ability to capture a moment in time, his ability to display a very ordinary event, with just enough mystery that the viewer supplies his own interpretation, which is therefore always correct. He likened Royce's use of light and highlights to Vermeer. He liked Royce's use of detail and his inclusion of small, subtle elements. He extended his praise to the landscapes and mountain views. With this national and even international recognition, inquiries and sales began to increase. Hutton opened a new web site for Royce, with a list of galleries and which works they were showing/selling. People could order on line too. Royce would come out with a series of posters, limited edition prints and photographs. Junior suggested that he find a marketing/business agent to help him. He also though it was about time Royce hired a good accountant/bookkeeper to assist him. While he may have produced one painting a week, eight new works, which is almost unbelievable productivity over the summer, Hutton planed to release them at the rate of one/month. He put the titles up on the site and the release date but no image. The image would appear when released. He did not include the proposed price either. If Royce's stuff began selling quickly the price could be raised. It is all the traffic will bare in the art business. One thing that had not changed all that much but had matured considerably was his relationship with Harvey. The sex was still as good as it gets for Royce. Harvey was pined against the wall. More precisely he was bracing himself against the wall the palms of his hands pressed against it. His long hard cock tented the spandex rich material of his bright red, square cut, low rise briefs. Royce's mouth was engaging the engorged, material covered cock as his hands danced along the back of Harvey's legs. Royce slowly pulled the undies down from the inseam hems, lowering the angle of Harvey's 8" (20 cm's). Royce's tongue danced across his abbs and pressed into his navel. As the waste band slipped off the man's bubble butt his penis popped upward catching Royce in the chin. His tongue traced the stiff cock's length and his mouth engulfed the sensitive reddened head. Harvey's right hand slipped along the side the Royce's head his fingers sliding through his hair. Royce raised his left hand to engage his lovers testicles and penis, as his mouth began to engulf the penis taking it deep into his throat and milking the head with a slowing action. His lips slid over the engorged vanes and along the wet surface. His lips pressing tight against the pubis. The head of Harvey's circumcised penis was large and sensitive, the head diameter equal to the thickest part of the shaft. Royce pulled the penis from his oral cave, his tongue dancing over and around the cock's head. The tip of his tongue flicking across the glans. Harvey replaced his right and against the wall to help steady himself. His smooth hairless body glistening with a light sweat in response. Harvey's body was as smooth and hairless as the boy's. His summer tan was deep with the bright whiteness showing the briefness of his swimming attire. Royce was treating his sexual and sensual ministrations with the same care and precision as his painting. Slow, steady, measured, every action no matter how small, designed to deliver pleasure. Designed to stimulate, to excite desire and passion. Harvey's head was tilted back his eyes closed as Royce's right hand made its way along the back of the leg over the buttock and then into the cleft. Royce placing his thumb against Harvey's anus used this pressure to control the slow thrusting and gyrations of Harvey's hips. His technique was designed to place just enough pressure on the shaft to stimulate but not ejaculate. Royce placed his hands on Harvey's buttocks and Harvey placed his hands on Royce's head as his long beautiful penis fucked his lovers mouth. The thrusting rate increased as did the pressure of Royce's lips. Thrust after thrust pressed deep into Royce's throat until if was filled with ejaculate, his throat muscles milking the last few drops. Royce marveled at how smooth his lover's body was. How clean it smelled. How nice his small round butt looked and felt. He loved to press his lips against the man's smooth testicles and run his tongue down his butt crack stopping at his anus. Presently they changed positions ultimately ending up on the bed fucking each other's mouths ejaculating into each others oral love machines. It was this sexual relationship that helped keep Royce on anything that even resembled an even keel. One of the first projects Royce got underway was the instillation of a large modern studio in the basement of the house. He turned what had been the family room into a studio and had a guest bedroom added, with a large shower and laundry. The most difficult part was a separate outside entrance. That way business visitors could come a go without disturbing the household. While all this construction was going on Royce found it very hard to work on art, concentrating instead on business and organizational subjects. Since the weather was still warm he spent a lot of time in the back yard reading and doing some sketching. This was a hot and relatively dry September. Royce was not accustomed to the heat and took refuge in the shade on the patio. He dressed in his briefest, which happened to be his tightest shorts. They are bright red with an ampul pouch, low rise, short inseem. The shorts hugged his small rounded butt. Shedding his T shirt by mid morning. Royce is not overly hairy but not smooth like Harvey either. He sports a delightful treasure trail from the waste band of his shorts to above his navel. His broad shoulders and narrow hips, flat tummy and powerful but smooth legs present a very sexy image, were there anyone to see it. What Royce did not know and if he had known he would have cared less, he was being observed. Mrs. Mcleod the widow that lived next door had him and his family under more or less continuous observation. Not that she is a gossip or busybody, Royce and the boys are just way better than day time TV. She had been quite the beauty in her youth and for a women in her mid sixties, was still quite the looker. She had lived in her home since the 70's and was a good friend of Miss. Black. Page would make a good child sitter should that be needed. Her youngest daughter, Kathy had been divorced for about a year now. Kathy, 25 is an RN at Rockyview General Hospital, just a few blocks north and west of Haysboro. Mrs. Mcleod was watching Royce and could not help notice his body and his obvious endowments. Since the Evers had not spent much time in Calgary over the summer, all she knew about them was what Mable had told her. Page had only recently been widowed and she did miss her husband. She missed him for all the reason one misses a loved one no longer present, she missed him for the sex they enjoyed right up until his stroke and subsequent death. She pressed her hand into her crotch sighed wistfully and thought of Kathy. "I had a good sex life for over 40 years she thought, Kathy deserves her chance. This one would make a fine son-in-law, not like Kathy's former husband. Royce was steady, responsible, better looking and probably better endowed." From what she could see anyway, he sure looked much better endowed. Royce retreated into the house for more ice tea. Page saw how good Royce was with the boys and their friends. She saw how willing he was to do things with them, like skate board and bicycle. She thought about Kathy's EX and how glad she now was they had not yet produced any children. She figured he would not have made any better father then he did a husband. Not like her Ozzie, he was the best. Royce fell asleep on the chase lounge. The warm afternoon had gotten to him. Rom on the other hand, came bursting from the school house door on a dead run for home. He burst into the house and made a bee line for the refrigerator. Cold milk and cookies were at the top of his agenda. Looking out the kitchen window he could see dad sleeping in the shade. Now you the reader know how cleaver Rom is and how mischievous grade 5 boys are. It only took him a split second to realize how effective his water pistol would be in this situation. Rom located it, filled it with cold water and placed in it in the refrigerator for extra effect. Ate his cookies and drank his milk, changed his school cloths for shorts and an old Tee. Having discarded his shoes and socks, he crept up behind dad. Rom knew if he opened the back door Royce would wake up, so he went out the front door, through the side gate and snuck behind the Hostas and an apple tree. Page was observing all this. Well, not all of it, only the part she could see. Rom's hiding behind the tree with a water pistol in his hand. She had often wondered if boys would have been much different then girls to raise. She was about to find out. Her girls, while no angles, would not have had the subtle humor of this boy, that she was sure of. Rom took careful aim and sent two bursts of water at dad, upper body. One burst splashed on his chest the other on his legs and shorts. Royce snapped awake. Rom sent another volley. Royce jumped up and looked around. Rom was behind the tree and Hostas again. Royce saw the bright yellow of the boy's shorts and shirt. He smiled and pretended not not see Rom. Rom finely raised up to shoot again. This time Royce raced toward him. Rom on a dead run laughing and giggling headed into the yard. Royce caught him scooping up the boy in the air and tickling his ribs as the pistol went flying into the grass. Both boys would up on the grass laughing. Cliff and his buddies could be heard skate boarding along the sidewalk as Rom retrieved his water pistol shooting at Royce's crotch. This brought howls of laughter from the three grade sevens entering the yard, commenting that Mr. Evers must have pissed his pants. One of Cliff's friends commented how buff Royce was, sexy too the other said. Buff used in this context is very interesting. The term itself usually refers to polishing, or a tan color or animal skins tanned to be soft and strong, naked or an enthusiast, an aficionado. An obsolete use is to strike or be struck, to take a blow. In this case the usage must be firm, strong or sturdy and well tanned by the sun in combination. At least that is what Royce hoped the boy meant. It was a compliment for sure and Royce took it as such, allowing himself to take just a bit of pride. Page observed all this, hearing most of the conversation through the open windows. She wished she was 40 yeas younger. She remembered her time as a young mother interacting with her daughters, laughing and having fun. She felt sad for the boys not having a mother, to mother them, she thought. Harvey lay across Royce's bed. His legs spread wide apart, his large cock and scrotum flopped against his abbs. Royce stood with his feet flat on the floor slightly bent forward with is long cock pressing into Harvey's anus, his balls slapping Harvey's butt as the cock glided back and forth. It slide in and out in long easy strokes about 3/4 of the length. Royce pressed up with each stroke to maximize his penis's contact with the man's prostrate. Royce's hands grasped the calf's and spreading Harvey's legs wider pushing his feet toward the bed. Royce leaned in kissing the smiling, satisfied face and lips. In and out, in and out; slightly twisting his hips, rotating them against his lovers butt on every third or forth thrust. Bringing his penis deep into his lovers bowels. His hands now moving to the fold behind the knees and pressing the knee caps into the mattress. Suddenly quick thrusts, shot jabs and then long slow full presses ending in ejaculation. Royce looked up noticing the door ajar. He was certain it had been closed, Cliff was asleep in his own room, or was he? Was he watching the men in sexual play? Was he watching Royce, his new dad, fucking his friend and new pseudo uncle? Probably, Royce knew boys were curious, boys entering puberty more so then before. He wondered what the boys thought about all this. What they thought about Harvey keeping a supply of clean clothing in Royce's closet. About his spending two or three nights a week in dad's bed. His boys had become quite bold of late, parading around in their underwear and nude when the men were alone. Cliff and Rom were less then shy when it came to fondling, kissing and even sucking each other. They knew they were off limits to adults and adults were off limits to them, when it came to sexual activities. That did not mean hugs, kisses and just being close or touching or being touched by adults was Okay. In fact it was better then Okay. Royce stopped at his favorite little newspaper/magazine store, on the way to the gallery, acquireing a small selection of homosexual and heterosexual men's magazines, lots of pictures and some smutty stories. He placed them in his bedroom where Cliff would find them, should he look. He also made sure Cliff could discover, The Joy of Sex and The Joy of Gay Sex on the book shelf. The one thing Royce knew was how difficult it is for grade 7 aged boys to talk with adults about sex. He remembered Junior's struggling and his own. He also remembered how much misinformation circulated around the school yard.