Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:01:48 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 5

Of Man and Boy
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

5:  Establishing Idenity


What none of our protagonists knew at the time, was why his parents were
murdered and how stupid an act it turned out to be.  The buy was a small
one and in the end that small amount of coke was all the bad boys came away
with.  The main stash was so well hidden, those two never even came close
to finding it.  In fact, it was well enough hidden that until Paul's clues
were given to the Coast Guard, the DEA types couldn't find it either.

They also managed to leave a trail of clues behind and failed to ditch the
firearms and the metal case that Grant described.  They would wind up with
a triple murder, drug trafficking and a host of other charges.  Neither one
would ever get out of prison.  Fortunately no good photographs of Grant
existed and no one believed them in their protestations, that they had
nothing to do with Grant's disappearance.

The only problem Paul had to solve was making sure Grant's fingerprints
and/or DNA never got into any kind of searchable database.  The VI police
force is professional and competent.  Paul hoped the Coast Guard/DEA types
would spend more time on the adults and disposal of the ceased assets of a
crime, than a missing child.  A stroke of luck came when one of the Coast
Guard investigators contacted Paul for his professional opinion, about
chances of survival for a child in the local waters.  He wanted to know how
long a child would last in the water.  Paul ask for the estimated size,
current strength and direction as well as water temperature and made some
fast calculations.  Based on the answers, Paul said 15 to 20 hours.

Since the boat was found on the northeast side of Hans Lollik Island.  It
must have drifted their.  The adults were dead almost 18 hours before it
was discovered.  No sign of the boy on the shores of any islands.  The
Coast Guard figured the bad boys killed the adults and began searching the
Jennifer but were scared away before they got finished.  They were
surprised the Jennifer was not scuttled or pirated.  Their was clear
evidence of the child's presence on the boat ±20 hours before it was
found.  One possibility was the assailants kidnapped the boy.  All this may
have even taken place in British VI waters, the local currents go west but
the winds and fetch for that period was mostly east.  Paul suggested, no
hope of finding the boy alive after the first 24 hours, unless he was in a
raft or something or had been kidnapped.  Given the local traffic loads, in
this area, a body or raft or life jacket would be spotted by now.  It
looked like Grant's relatives were most interested in having him declared
dead, so they could access any money in his parents estate, as soon as
possible.

Grant told Paul that his father had several numbered bank account in the
Cayman Islands, in addition to his "Fishing business account".  Grant did
not know the numbers but knew where they were.  In fact, they were
scratched into the paint in several places.  The numbers were broken into
parts and mixed with radio call signs and frequencies.  It was a very
cleaver way to hide them.  Paul thought, if the boat was ceased by the DEA
it would be sold at auction and he and Grant could gain access to it and
copy down the numbers, during the pre bid inspection.  Especially if it was
a sealed bid.  He would need to have the young lawyer keep a close eye on
the situation.  Grant would probably want some of his families papers and
photographs but it looked like they would all go to the Alabama based
family.

Paul and Grant stopped at the beach on the way home and swam in the late
afternoon.  That afternoon was one of those breathless days.  Uncommon for
St. Thomas, one usually has a sea breeze during the day and a land breeze
at night.  Not today.  Grant wanted to go swimming.  Paul, who could not
deny his boy anything reasonable, quickly agreed.  They stopped at a local
shop and getting very brief, very bright red swimsuits, beach towels, sun
block; took the city bus from the store to the local beach, about half way
to the yacht basin.

It was very hard for Paul to keep his hands off Grant's body as they
changed but they both remembered their public faces.  Paul cuts a very
handsome figure in his brief, red lycra, covering.  Bushy blondish hair,
broad shoulders and well developed chest, narrow waist and hips, long,
powerful and still proportional legs, a crotch bulge that both he and Grant
were proud of and a just right, round butt.  Grant was even better looking
than his dad.  His smooth blemish free body was perfect for the speedo, it
fit like it had been made just for him, following every curve and contour,
nicely indented in the butt cleft, smooth, wrinkle free across the ass and
hips and perfectly tented out in the crotch.  Their was no doubt this was a
boy.  Paul has very little body hair, just some light blond on his legs and
arms, a well trimmed treasure trail and his head of course.  They looked
like they belonged together.

As they came out of the changing room and strode across the sand Paul
thought, "Ok boy lovers, this is your wet dream for tonight."  They settled
in near some older teens, a mix of boys and girls, playing beach volley
ball.  Grant was a little young and short to play with this crowd and Paul
was just over the hill for them.  Never the less both our boys had a nice
eye full, with the nubile bodies in even briefer swim ware stretching,
jumping and diving for the ball.

Before long several groups of children and parents came along, camping not
far from Paul and Grant.  Obviously tourists from the north, since they
were very - very white.  It was clear to Paul they had not prepared for the
intensity of the sun, as one of the ladies was already turning red.  Paul
took the sum block and offered it to the party, pointing to her already red
shoulders.  They chatted for a few minutes.  Paul ask if they would keep an
eye on his things, briefcases and the like, while he and Grant went for a
swim.  That done, the pair made a mad dash for the water.  It would have
been good to play with others but no others were available, the children
were all to small and the adults all to old or out of shape.  Paul and
Grant made the best of it by chasing each other in the surf about 10 yards
(10 m) off shore.

They rinsed the salt off under the public shower and headed up to the main
street.  Walking the ± 1 km (± 0.6 mile) to the Niño del Muchacho and
supper.  Town days, are packed days, for Paul.  He needs to accomplish as
much in four days as most town dwelling people do in seven.  He has
professional duties, household management tasks, transportation management
tasks, business tasks and social functions.  His days and nights are highly
structured and managed.  He and Sid also must coordinate their away time.
Sid likes to spend time away with his family and hobbies and Paul needs to
visit the ranch, and his mainland clients, on some kind of regular basis.
They cover for each other professionally.  Now that Grant has come to live
with him, Paul will make some major changes, spending many more nights at
Poseidondoro and commuting to the city.  Paul decided he would purchase a
much smaller and faster craft for this purpose.  Given the ± 15 miles (24
km) from Poseidondoro to the Government Wraf, which is only a few blocks
from the office and hospital, his commute would be half the time and
distance of many commuters in major cities.  Paul would find an apartment
or condo near the yacht club.  Better, he would get the young lawyer he put
on retainer, to look after that.

Grant wanted to get some take out food, from a small East Indian place they
were passing.  "It smells so good dad."  It did too and lets face, it Grant
is no fool, he knew any time saved cooking or traveling was time Paul could
and would spend interacting with him.  Just after they arrived on the Niño
del Muchacho and stowed their, gear Paul's pager signaled.  He looked at
the message, it was from on the local cops.  Just a name and phone number.

"What do the cops want," Grant asked?

"Don't know son but this is one of the officers that stopped at
Poseidondoro the other day.  Perhaps they want to talk to you."

"Oh -- oh, what if they ask questions I don't know the answers too?"

"I think you know most everything except when you got here and how.  I can
fix that in just a few minutes, I think.  Why don't you just set the table
and get the food ready, while I make a phone call."

Paul called one of his boy training clients in Key West.  While they ate,
he e-mailed his message, thanking him and Frank for picking up Paul Grant
Stum III at the Miami airport a week ago and bringing him to Key West and
then on to Thatch Cay.  It turned out Grant was a little more than sea sick
and had the flue.  He spent the next three days in bed.  Paul went on
chatting a bit and attached a digital snapshot of Grant and himself on
dock, next to the Niño del Muchacho and so on.  Promising to call in at
Key West as soon as he and Grant could get a few days free and so on.
Mentioning, the Delta people had still not found his luggage, the local
people were of little help and had he received any word?  Paul's e-mail
gave his friend all the information he needed to back up Paul's story and
using his contacts; create a false paper trail with Delta for Grant's
Billings to Miami flight and the lost luggage, reminding him of the flight
number date and so on.  His friend had the means to see, that if anyone
checked Grant's one way ticket and lost luggage were in the Delta
reservation system with a notation from Paul Senior, that the friend would
meet Grant in Florida.  He tagged that ticket to Paul's frequent flyer
account, using points.

Paul had Grant read the message before he sent it.  Grant memorized the
names, name of his boat and flight number.  "I don't have the ticket stub?"

"If anyone asks just say you barfed all over it, so you didn't keep it."

"That a cool idea."

The friend sent back a quick response saying he looked forward to their
next visit and by the way Grant left the little badge, they give kids
traveling alone, in his car, he would keep it for Grant.  That was a signal
all was understood and taken care of.  Paul hoped his friend was able to
make those computer changes without leaving some kind of date trail,
something he forgot to mention.  The firend was quick enough to realize
this on his own.  He intentionlay mispelled Stum and then edited the
recrods, again by doing this the record creation date could be altered and
the last edit date had a valid reason.

Paul answered the page, apologizing for taking so long to get back but
since it was not a medical emergency he thought it best to finish eating
dinner.  The officer was polite and understanding.  He wanted to know if he
could meet P. G.  Paul invited him over or he could meet up with them at
his office.  The officer chose now, so Paul gave him directions and the
name of his boat.

"Think we can pull this off little man?"

"I think we had better or both of us are in hot water."

"Try not to lie and if your not sure of the answer, make like you are not
exactly sure of the question so I can prompt you.  Remember you lived with
your mom in a cult like community that you don't want to talk about.  You
didn't like those people and want nothing to do with them, ever.  Your mom
got sick and you never saw her again.  Let yourself cry when you talk about
your mom.  Let him know your grief is as real as it is.  All you have left
are dad and Gramps Stum.  If he wants more, let me do the talking."

Paul and Grant put on long pants and T shirts to hide the depth of Grant's
suntan.  They quickly straightened up things and got the dishes cleared and
in the dishwasher.  Paul made sure he had a large pitcher of ice tea and
lots of chocolate goat's milk.

They waited for the cop, seated on the open stern, Grant in Paul's lap, his
head pressed into his chest almost asleep.  These were long and intense
days for a boy of eight.  Grant was running out of steam and he sure liked
pressing his body against his man's.  Paul gently creased the boy's body,
running him hands over the stretched denim covered butt and upper legs,
along his boney back and across his shoulders.  Grant and Paul both day
dreaming about his next sex lesson, sitting in the shade from the warm
early evening sun, their eyes closed.

Officer Trogier Thodberg wrapped his knuckles on the railing.  He had stood
momentarily surveying the seen of man and boy, dad and son sharing each
other's company, each others comforting presence.  Paul's eyes flashed
open, he motioned him on board as Grant stirred and came alive.  Grant had
fallen asleep.  Grant slid to the deck allowing Paul to stand and greet the
visitor.  The officer is 35 or 40 Paul thought.  He is medium height and
starting to bald.  His dark skin is beginning to show wrinkles and his
black beard is slightly more pronounced than a five o'clock shadow.

Paul introduced himself and Grant, inviting the officer in for a glass of
ice tea.  Thodberg did not want to make his interview accusatorial but he
was obviously suspicious.  He did not say anything but it was obvious he
questioned the coincidence, of a boy going missing, at the same time a boy
of the same age, and general description, appears at Paul's.

He was a skilled interviewer and drew Grant out by asking several general
questions about his impressions of the Virgin Islands and so on.  Grant
answered and with each appropriate answer, through in an added bit of the
information he had memorized.  He mentioned his flight from Billings was
his first commercial aircraft ride and the trip from Key West his first
ocean travel.  He tossed in names and flight numbers, things like that into
the narrative.  Thodberg was surprised that Grant remembered things like
flight numbers.  Paul just commented he too had that facility, of just
remembering every little detail.  It is almost a prerequisite for a medical
doctor.

Grant cried real tears when he mentioned his mother's death.  He showed him
the e-mailed picture of his pony.  Paul told the cop he was very sorry Jane
didn't make it and that she died so young but on the bright side, that
saved Grant the pain of a nasty court fight, which would have happened when
he was ten anyway.  Trogier inquired why Paul had referred to the boy as
P. G. at his home but Grant now.  "My mom and my Grandpa called me Paulie.
I could never get her to stop but when I asked dad and grandpa to call me
Paul or P.G. they had no problem with P.G. or just Grant, since he,"
pointing at dad, "has Junior sowed up."

"Grant is named after his grandfathers, Paul is my dad and Grant Smith was
Jane's father."  Jane Smith was his biological mother's name, we were never
married.  The cop knew the missing boy's mother's maiden name was Jane
Smith, but their are many Jane Smiths in the world.  Grant also made sure
to get port and starboard, bow and stern, bathroom and head etc., all used
incorrectly.  Suggesting he was more of a landlubber than a boy that lived
on a long liner.  He even asked what a long liner was and why it was called
that, when shown a picture, since it didn't look very long. (Long liners
are fishing boats that are capable of setting out long troll lines, hence
the name.)

"Mr. Thodberg, the radio said a little boy was missing from that boat and
presumed dead.  But I don't think he is dead, he is swimming with the
dolphins."  Grant had his most sincere face.  "Next time you see a pod of
dolphins playing in the wake look real close and you will see him."

"Have you seen him?"  Grant nodded his head with the most sincere look
imaginable.  "Do you know his name?"  Grant shook his head no.  "It is
Grant and he is eight, so the next time you see him swimming with the
dolphins be sure and wave to him, let him know their is another Grant that
shares his joy and his love of freedom."  This cop has children, girls
close to eight at home, he played this game before.

"I can do that, its like my mom, immortal as long as she lives in my
heart."

"That's right son, that other Grant will live in your spirit as long as you
remember him."

Thodberg took his leave, thanking Paul and Grant for their time.  He was
more or less convinced that this boy was not the missing boy.  He was not a
believer in coincidence, nor was he a believer in pushing further than
necessary, for a resolution that didn't need to be resolved.  Even if this
boy and the missing lad were to be one in the same, to what purpose further
investigation?  The boy and the man were obviously family, in the same way
his children were family.  He had already checked Paul's story before
calling.  He knew the Niño del Muchacho was tied up in Charlotte Amalie
for repairs, when the murders took place, for example.  He knew no sign of
any kind of the missing child had been found.  Evidence on the Jennifer
pointed to the evil deeds having been done by the same people as several
unsolved crimes in the past couple of years.  It is possible the boy was
not on the Jennifer at all.  He could have been put shore earlier that day
,in either the US or British Virgin Islands.  He could have been kidnapped
by the murders.

Then this anonymous tip about drugs and possible assailants, known bad
boys.  The doctor did not offer to show the boy's birth certificate but he
had not asked.  If the child had been living with the mother, perhaps he
didn't have it yet.

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

Paul propped his head on the bunk, and closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying
the warm sunshine on his naked skin.

He must have dozed lightly, and was suddenly awakened by a cool dampness on
his chest, as he opened his eyes to a grinning, giggly, Grant straddling
his chest, his damp, naked body dripping sweat drops onto his warm skin.
As Paul's eyes focused, he noted the little guy's rock hard, three inches
bobbing before his face, as he bounced his naked little butt up and down on
his chest.  Reaching up a hand, Paul grasped the small morsel, and stroked
the smooth, hard, shaft, up and down.  Grant giggled some more, and rapidly
nodded his head, then scooted a bit more forward, and pressed his little
nail against Paul's lips.  Paul chuckled, and raising his head a bit,
swallowed the yummy tube to its base, sliding his tongue around it, and
sucking the small knob.

Grant squealed, and jerked his small hips, forcing his young boner, in and
out of Paul's sucking mouth.  Paul held my head still, and let the little
scamp fuck, slipped a hand behind him, to stroke, and squeeze his tight
little butt, running his finger into his crack, and teasing his tiny
pucker, as he humped.  Grant lifted his butt a little, letting Paul's
probing finger make better contact, pressing into him.  He yelped, and
giggled, jamming his rampant boy penis harder into Paul's mouth.  Paul
applied more pressure his finger sliding full length into his love tunnel.
Pressing on his small prostrate, caused the boy to jerk his pulsing little
sword from Paul's mouth Grant scooted up more, and offered his tight little
scrotum to Paul's lips, which quickly engulfed the tight package, gently
sucking the enclosed orbs, his finger still working his hard little
prostrate.

Grant shuddered as his dry orgasm pulsed through his body.  Not waiting,
Paul flipped the boy around placing Grant's head in his crotch.  Paul
quickly smeared his special honey over the head.  Grant greatly began
sucking and licking Paul's erection, his little hands fondling Paul's
scrotum.  Paul moved in on Grant's now exposed anus pressing his tongue
against the sphincter and running his hands gently over the boy's smooth
body.  While Grant worked Paul's penis like an all day lollypop, Paul's
well lubricated fingers worked in and out, stretching the anus and building
Grant up for a second climax.

It was Grant's objective to ingest his daily ration of that high protein
supplement, his man's sperm.  He was learning how to deliver maximum oral
pleasure to his man.  Grant could now take about half of Paul's length
easily and even given his small size could work his tongue completely
around the cornea and drive his sharp little tongue into Paul's urethra.

After swallowing all of Paul's ejaculate Grant flipped himself around and
began kissing his man.  Paul grasped a butt cheek in each hand directing
his boy's body into this oral engagement.  As their tongues duel Paul
slipped a small special designed butt plug into his boy's ass.  This was
sized slightly larger in diameter then his index finger about 3" long, it
narrowed at the base and then flared in just slightly wider than the
dimater but with two elongated flanges one short flange and one slightly
longer.  The shaft is bent slightly.  The small flanges are curved upward.
The short flange up turned about 35 degrees, the shaft is bent toward it or
forward by 25 degrees.  The back or longer flange is bent up at 48 degrees
and also curved a bit to lay tight inside the butt crack or the medial line
of the posture, it is quite thin only about one quarter inch wide.  The
front flange is about one half inch wide.  Both flanges have a spring like
action that presses them against the body.  The butt plug is made of
several different vinyl type plastics.  The top three quarters of the shaft
is designed to swell slowly by about 50 percent in response to body heat.
This is one of many designees Paul has created.  Their purpose is multiple.
To give pleasure, to deliver stimulants, to prepare the anus for larger
objects, as a stimulative device and to prepare the student physically and
physiology.  After several weeks of training the student will feel empty
without something up his butt.  He will desire and seek anal attention from
his sex partner.

The mechanical training as Paul calls, it is designed to encourage the
student to accept and even seek physical stimulation of his crotch and butt
from his man.  Once that is achieved the student is taught how to maintain
himself in a state of erection for long periods.  Paul trains them to use
their natural musculature to achieve this.  When a boy achieves puberty he
teaches him how to control his ejaculations to maximize his own pleasure as
well as please his partner's.

Grant finds the butt plug strange at first but soon forgets it is even in
place.  As he moves around the plug puts subtle pressure on his prostrate
from inside and outside.  When Paul removes it he will have another climax
with little addition effort.  From Paul experience he knows that after a
few days of intermittently having his plugs, in a few minutes to a few
hours. the student will begin to request them.  All of his students begin
to manage their own anus stretching program themselves, achieving a state
of easy adult penetration well before they are finished.

Each day at Poseidondoro Paul would give some kinds of physical as well as
psylogical lesson to his trainee.  It was important that they understood
the deep and ancient roots to this training and that they were not being
taught or trained to be homosexuals but bisexual and as adults they could
do what they wanted.  The brotherhood they were being trained to enter was
a celebration of their maleness and a worship of the phallus, both a seat
and a vector of sexual pleasure and bonding.  He often uses pornographic
materials that he made or directed, as a teaching tool.  It gives boys a
level of comfort when they see other boys enjoying each other and their
men, in a non power, non controlling, sensual, loving and tender way.  Paul
does not teach girls.  He has advised men and their girls and he often sees
that his boy trainees have opportunities to interact sexually with female
cohorts.

Over many years a loose network of men and boys had developed.  This
network developed informally.  Paul was recruited as a trainer while in
university.  One of his roommates was apprenticed to a medical doctor and
introduced Paul to him.  The roommate's mentor had recruited another young
boy, as the roommate was now an adult and striking out on his own.  The age
difference between the boy and the mentor was significant and his
professional duties were significantly greater than when the roommate was
as boy.  Paul's youth, experience and his natural affinity for children,
combined with his love of boys, made him a natural.  He worships their
young bodies, exuberance for life and the young male's unabashed, straight
forward attitude.  He was highly successful and over time gaining a solid
reputation for his medical and instructional skills.  His bisexuality has
also been a strong point.

Paul has patients and students spread across the continent.  When he visits
an area it is common to have several "families" interacting together.
Grant will soon have many new friends.