Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2011 21:49:49 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 18

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by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


18:  On The Road

The next morning while Ronnie and I were snuggling together in that mostly
asleep but still just a bit awake state, I felt a brief cool draft as if
someone had picked up the covers.  Opening one eye I spied Jonas pulling
off his PJ's.  He had obviously peaked to see if we were naked.  Finding
out, the little shit was getting himself naked too.  I pretended to be
asleep and held Ronnie even tighter, folding her breasts so she would press
her back tighter against my spoon.  I figured Jonas would try and slip in
between us like he did before.  I figured right and he was not making all
that much headway.  He finally tapped me on the arm and signed.  "I know
your are awake, now move over and let me in."

I did and he slipped in between us.  By now Ronnie was awake.  Jonas kissed
her several times on the cheek and then full on the mouth.  I think that
was a bit of a surprise.  He turned and kissed me on the cheek only.  He
had that play the game look on his face.  Ronnie and I then proceeded to
tickle him until he begged for us to stop.  It is hard to sign while you
are being tickled.  Ronnie then quickly bolted for the toilet leaving Jonas
and I alone.  Now he kissed me full on the mouth driving his tongue in.  We
played one of our favorite games tongue tag.  My hands found his boyhood
and became reacquainted with it.  So small and yet well defined, so smooth
yet firm.

"This boy missed his man," he signed

"This man missed his boy." I signed in reply.  Jonas pressed his body
against mine and his face against my neck he was crying.  I kissed his head
and face and when he turned to look at me, his man.  After Ronnie returned
we boys went in for a shower and lots more boy feel time.  I used a soapy
finger to clean his butt and bring him to another dry orgasm.  God I love
this kid and he sure as hell loves me.

Simon was standing up holding Jonas' undies and pants talking to Ronnie,
who was sitting on a chair dressed in her bath robe.  Jonas just strolled
over to him, naked as can be with his little penis stiff as a board and
standing straight out.  He took his undies and pulled them on.  Simon was
trying to apologize for Jonas' invasion and boldness but Ronnie and I
assured him we were not bothered by it, and in a way it was our fault,
since we didn't discourage it last time I guess he figured it would be okay
now.

We had a big reception that day to officially launch the book and the
campaign.  Wilber Stuhec outlined the project and introduced us.  The local
deaf association reps gave their take of the project and thanked the
Northwest Foundation for all its support.  Margaret, spoke about how proud
she was to be a part of this project and how grateful she was for the
paper's support in giving her a leave of absence.  And how grateful she was
for all the support the communities of Spokane and Columbia Falls have
shown since the project began.

"Mr. Stuhec, you have prepared a first rate press briefing package and on
behalf of my colleagues I want to thank you for making our jobs easier."
Here, here from the audience. "The down side is the only questions we now
have are the tough ones."  Polite laughter.  "Mr. Stuhec just who is behind
the Northwest Foundation?"

"Thank you Channel 6 for the complements, they in fact belong to Margaret
Trend, I only provided her with information she prepared your packages.
The Northwest Foundation is a fully endowed philanthropic foundation with
over 100 years of service in North America.  The foundation has an
independent, completely volunteer board of directors and two paid
employees, myself and a secretary bookkeeper."

"Sir that is all in your handout but who funded the foundation in the first
place and what other projects has the foundation undertaken or is
undertaking?"

"I'm sorry I can not give those details.  You will note that this is the
first time in the foundation's history that we have allowed our name to be
attached to any project.  It will probably be the last.  You will notice
that we have teamed up with several other organizations in North America
and Europe on the basis that 100% of the revenue flows directly to the
local organizations."

"Then you are saying that no public accounting of this project will be
made."

"No that is not what I said, those are your words.  The Northwest
Foundation is funding the production of books, CD's and Art Posters, 100%.
The Foundations books, endowment size and operating costs are privet and we
will not make them public.  The sponsorships such as transportation,
shipping, lodging and so on are matters of public record in the accounting
of these publicly owned corporations.  The service clubs will assist and
the local charitable organizations that sell the products, they report to
members and the public.  Are we keeping track of exactly how much money is
raised and by who, no.  We are doing this so as much cash as possible finds
its way to the people who will benefit most, your local hearing impaired
citizens."

"Mr. Bidis, when you and the others started this project did you envision
it would grow into a national campaign?"

"No Sir, in fact we had no real concept of the project's size.  Our
objective was to do something for those isolated deaf kids and adults in
eastern Washington, Idaho Pan Handle and Western Montana."

"How did the Northwest Foundation get involved?"

"Serendipity.  One of the Foundation's directors, quite by chance saw some
early proofs and asked about them.  A short time later that director asked
for a more formal, two or three page concept outline.  I guess they liked
our ideas and our work."

"Why didn't you work with one of the national charitable organizations?"

"I'll, answer that," Margaret interjected, "Apollo contacted me to ask if I
would help with this project.  I immediately agreed and began contacting
those organizations.  They were either not interested, would be interested
if we brought our own funding along, were only interested if they could
retain editorial and artistic control and so on.  If the Northwest
Foundation had not discovered us the lawyers would still be writing the
contracts today instead of us launching the distribution."

"Are you saying the national organizations were not supportive."

"No, I am saying they are large bureaucracies and bureaucracies work at a
bureaucratic pace.  We pass no judgments, it is just the way it is."

"Is it true that none of you, except Mr. Stuhec are being paid for your
time and efforts?"

"Yes, that is correct.  We have all volunteered our time and what ever
physical resources are need.  The copyright on images and text is with the
Northwest Foundation.  Our expenses to date have been completely made up of
donations."

"How can you and the others afford such generosity?"

"Except for Ms. Trend and myself the others are either students or new
graduates.  Ms. Trend and I both hope to do some freelance work in between
public appearances.  Our families are helping us too, thanks mom and dad."

"Did you apply for any state or federal funding?"

"No, we thought about it but the application process is slow, lengthy and
lets face it political," Margaret Answered.

"Are you suggesting that potential government funders wanted to influence
your content."

I answered.  "Your words not ours.  Did I have that concern, absolutely,
just look at the kind of criticism the Endowment For The Arts funding
receives by politicians looking to score cheep points.  I'll take my
chances with the professional art critics, at least they know what they are
talking about and sometimes even offer useful suggestions."

"Mr. Bidis, who then approved the images and text in this book?"

"The photographers and writers who created them."

"Well then you are responsible for the lured content, just look at this."

She held up the last page of the book which shows a picture of Jonas and
Shelley leaning forward kissing.  It was a powerful image that culminated
the journey of discovery and friendship making, braking the cycle of
isolation.  Lured, was this woman nuts?  Two children kissing couldn't be
lured even if they were naked which they were not.  I was formulating a
polite reply but before I could Jonas and Shelley stood up leaned toward
each other holding their hands together and kissed.  They then turned and
raised their hands in the air and sat down, The audience clapped.  I guess
she got her answer.  I got corrected too, the photographers, writers and
subjects who created them.  Leave it to a pair of ten year olds to cut
through the crap and tell it like they see it.

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

"Bob what is that woman saying?"

"She is commenting on the lack of morality and christian and family values
in the book.  She is saying it promotes promiscuity and false gods.  She
would not be surprised if we were not all child abusers and devil
worshipers."

Bob was getting very upset.  So was I.

"Do you think the kids know what she is saying?"

We looked around for them but they were both busy and not looking at her.

"You better get Margaret and join me, I'm going to put the bitch back in
her place.  If I can find a large enough rock."

I strode over to Mrs. Buisson who was holding sway with a small group of
people.  I extended my hand and introduced my self, putting on the
brightest smile I could force out.

"Mrs. Buisson I don't have a problem with artistic criticism, hundreds of
people provide that every day when they choose not to purchase my art.  I
do however, take umbrage at slanderous speculations being made behind my
back."

I was now talking quite loudly and others were noticing.

"I said not such things."  she protested

I looked at the people who she had been talking to and they started to move
away.

"No, stay Mrs. Buisson has something she wants to say for everyone to hear
not just a small group."  They froze.  "It is obvious you have had little
or no contact with the deaf community or you would realize many are very
good at reading lips.  Don't you want to say to my face the things about my
character and the characters of my colleagues you said behind our backs.  I
thought not, but your not getting off quite so easy.  Bob and I observed
you saying we were: lacking in morality and christian and family values,
our book promotes promiscuity and false gods and you would not be surprised
if we were not all child abusers and devil worshipers.  Isn't that what you
were saying?"

"Well no I was not talking about you it is some kind of mistake."

"You Mrs. Buisson are some kind of mistake, not only are you lying but you
are the worst kind of busybody and gossip, a coward.  You profess to hold
Christian values yet you stand here and violate most of them.  You madam,
are a hypocrite of the first order."

She was now cornered and threatened, I expected some kind of attack, hell I
was desperately trying to provoke one.  I hoped that Plato and Margaret
would not try and mediate this until I got her to publicly eat her crow or
self disgrace by eating both her feet at once.

"Anything I said was privet and you are violating my right to privacy."

"You are standing with a group of people, in a public place, attending a
public function and you expect privacy?  Not only are you a hypocrite but
not a very bright one at that."  Now I was getting mean.  She would not
bite. "Have a nice day."

I turned and walked away, just in time to catch Jonas who was attempting to
get into the middle of the fray, with Shelley right behind him.

"We tried to keep them away but...."

"That's okay Linda, we can't shelter them from everything."

"No, but you know Jonas he would have probably said something to her we
would rather not have him say."

"True enough, I think the storm has passed at least for the moment."

"Jenny and I will keep a close eye on that ... that... woman and her vile
mouth."

Simon was very upset and I could see he wanted to do something.

"Well let us just do that and if she writes or makes any public statements
that are inflammatory, I'll drag her ass in court."

 Later that afternoon the mayor pulled me aside to apologize for
Mrs. Buisson's behavior and to thank me for standing up to her
intimidation.  I guess she pulls this stuff all the time in the community
and most people are afraid to fight back.  He wanted me to know Spokane was
not a community of bigots and hypocrites.  Well not any more hypocritical
than any other city in Washington.  Margaret asked all the other
journalists to just ignore the incident, the lack of publicity would be her
greatest punishment.  Even the ultra consecrative, fundamentalist, local
Christine radio station went along.

Ronnie and Plato got into a long discussion on the topic of why people like
Mrs. Buisson feel the need to make villains of others with no justification
or evidence to even suggest impropriety.  A form of Hubris I figure, the
gods will get her for that.  Maybe Apollo, the "God of Light", not Apollo
the photographer, did it this time.

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

"Good morning Agent Snipe and what can I do for you today?"

"It a fine morning Apollo thanks for returning my call.  It it not what you
can do for me but what I can do for you.  In about 10 minutes my associate
Agent Brossard will introduce himself to you and your PPI crew.  He will
see that you are taken through a special security check.  You realized your
people are armed didn't you?"

"Well yes, but I guess I never gave any thought of those implications.
Thank you for your help.  But that is not why you call is it?"

"Partly the other more important part relates to the conspiracy and witness
tampering trial.  We are dropping the tampering charges but keeping the
conspiracy and harassment charges.  I don't think you guys will be needed
to testify."

"Well that is super but you know I will miss our regular chats."

"Don't get that lonely felling yet, we still think Jonas and Shelley may be
targets so we will be keeping an eye on your party."

"Targets of what and from who?'

"We are not sure yet it is just that we picked up a little to much
suspicious attention being paid to your project from known pedophiles.  We
don't think they pose a physical danger but if you see the same persons
hanging around in different locations trying to take lots of pictures of
the kids, let us know."

"Anything else?"

"I can't talk about it, ongoing investigation you understand, it will
probably turn out to be no connection.  Just keep me informed about
anything that does not look right.  I'll see you in Chicago and thank
Brossard for me."

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

"This is the altimeter, this one is air speed, this one artificial horizon,
these are the throttles, flaps, landing gear, radio, Autopilot..."  Jonas
was pointing out all the cockpit gages and controls to Shelley and our
flight crew.  The cockpit of a DC9 is complex.  I think the flight crew was
impressed and I sure know Shelley was.

"The F14 has a stick and one seat ahead of the other, the 172 Eric let me
fly is a lot simpler and I've been working on the Challenger's flight
simulator and next time Uncle Jason takes us up he said I could be his
right."

Jonas was just bouncing he was so excited.

"See I have my mascot wings from the JFK.  When can I visit the ship Uncle
Milton, will they take me up in a 14, will they?"  Our flight Captain saved
Milton.

"That is very impressive Jonas, I've never been in a 14 either but I can
fly anything the airline has in its fleet.  Now let me see, you already
have navy wings but Shelley does not.  Would you like to be a junior NWA
aviator Shelley," Captain Mralene Rottenfort asked?

"Yes mamma, I want to fly too, I can do anything Jonas can."  She presented
Shelley with gold wings.  Shelley saluted her and them motioned for Marline
to bend over so she could kiss her cheek.  Marline smile and then asked the
flight attendants to get us seated so they could start general boarding.

'Thank you Captain, those wings mean a lot to Shelley, somehow the JFK boys
managed to forget her, I guess Brad didn't tell Milton how interested she
was in flying.  I think coming from you it will be even more meaningful.  I
don't think she has had many, "can do", female role models in her life."

"Well someone gave me the same kind of encouragement when I was ten and
here I am today.  But without hearing..."

"That's okay, they both know that some things in their lives will be
impossible but you can dream and get the right seat under special
conditions sometimes."

I said this with my eyes twinkling like the cat that ate the canary, shook
her hand and found my seat.

The DC 9 is two and three across with a slightly off center lie.  Jonas and
Shelley had the isle and window in the first row.  I was on the isle,
Ronnie in the middle and Bob on the window.  Brad, Linda and Milton behind
me and so on.  the last people on the flight was another flight crew
deadheading to Minneapolis.  The pilot and copilot came in and waited by
the door for the isle to clear.  "Look George, they already have a back up
crew, they don't even need us."  I signed their comments.

Jonas just beamed and with a very serious face signed.  "We have not been
checked out on a 9 yet sir, so we will back you up if that's okay. "

"Well that sure is," and he saluted the kids.

I didn't need to sign that.  The pilot reached into the magazine rack and
opened the in-flight to the center spread which was a picture of Jonas and
Shelley with an article about the book and the tour.

"Would you autograph is for me little lady?"

Shelley just beamed and took his pen and signed in her neat 10 year old
script.  Jonas followed and then again for the copilot.

The kids were full of questions as this was the first time either had flown
commercial.  Once we did the seat belt and exit drill and gained altitude
the Captain came on.  "Welcome abroad flight... Today we have very special
guests, Jonas Sanders and Shelley Abitsford.  If you turn to the center of
our in flight magazine you will find an article about them and their team.
The author of this article is Spokane Journalist Ms. Margaret Trend and she
is also on board.  Please feel free to take a copy of the magazine with
you.... Our movie today is a special closed captioned version of Harry
Potter...."

I liked Harry Potter it was a fun and fanciful story kind of a morality
play about young people learning about themselves and the world around
them.  Not unlike the real life story of two kids sitting across the isle
from me, and behind me and I guess, including me.  I pulled up the armrest
between us and Veronica put her head on my shoulder to watch the movie.  I
could see that after a little while Jonas did the same and Shelley pressed
her body against him, just like their bigger brother and sister.  "He is
determined to be and do just like you Apollo."

"Ya but that is just a bit frightening."

"When we have children of our own they will want to emulate their dad."

"And their mom."

"Yes, a bit frightening now that you mention it."

Something I don't quite understand, that thinking about children of my own
while holding on the lovely Veronica just didn't seem frightening.  Nothing
seemed frightening, except the knowledge that noting seemed frightening.
Was this love, it is hormones but does one lead to the other or do they
work in some kind of mystical and mysterious combination.  Hay I don't
remember talking to her about us having children.

While changing planes in Minneapolis we were spotted by several other
children who had seen the in-flight magazine.  Shelley and Jonas of course
autographed every copy on both flights.  One little girl pointed saying
that's the girl in the picture in German holding the magazine open to the
picture.  We stopped so the kids could meet each other.  It was quite
amazing these kids were 7 or 8 just a bit younger then our charges.  They
smiled at each other and touched each other's hands the kids talked, in
German, and Shelley and Jonas signed.  I am sure neither understood the
other but they understood their shared humanity and childness and that's
what it's all about.  I handed the parent one of our books and she started
digging in her handbag.

"Nein, nehmen se bitte an, von den Kindern (No please accept it, from the
children)," exhausting my high school German, "if you want to give some
kind of support to your local deaf community when you get home that would
be wonderful." "Danke Herr Bidis," she replied with a broad smile and
polite hand shake.

"What did you learn about those girls?"

"Their names are Karlie & Karen (Karlie and Karen) Karlie is 7 and Karen is
8.  They are real nice and live in Deutchland, she spelled out with her
fingers.  I responded by spelling Germany.  The light bulb went on.

"How do you know, do you sign GSL?"

"No silly, they did not either, Karlie printed it on the magazine."

"Okay, if you want to know about GSL ask uncle Bob."

At this point our three guards were a bit uneasy with us standing in a busy
walkway, so we moved along into the next boarding lounge.  Bob explained
later that GSL and ASL are quite different but just like spoken English and
German some cognates do exist in the alphabet and expressions.

We landed at Chicago Midway, disembarked, I know they say deplane but since
you can embark and you can't plane.  We walked along concourse B which
empties into a huge rectangular expanse.  This is a new building, open and
bright.

"We are to meet J. P. Harcort manager of our Chicago office the PPI guy
told me.  He said to meet him under Brad's butt, I'm not.........."

The fellow's words dropped off and their across the open floor of the
arrival level was a huge billboard, with one of Brad's modeling poses.  A
black and white of Brad's butt displaying white brief's, his smiling face
looking back over his right shoulder at the camera or admiring public.  He
and I stopped short to look at my handy work, well my photographic
handiwork and the advertising peoples treatment of it.  This caused the
entire procession to jumble up along with the usual comments.  Jonas was
jumping up and down pointing and Laughing.  Something about the
presentation was not quite right, then I saw it, a pair of bright red lips
were pasted onto one of his butt cheeks.  In fact it did not look all that
out of place but he and I knew it was an add on.  We already know what
Shelley and Jonas thought.  The only text on the billboard was Perfect and
the company name.  Well it sure was a perfect fit, a perfectly formed body
and a perfect location for one of Jason's little jokes.  And a perfect
inspiration for my come back.

"Apollo," Ronnie cued, "you have the glimmer in your eye again."

"Why what glimmer do you mean, the one I have when professing my unending
love for you?"

"No, Apollo dear, the one you get when your creative genius is working
overtime."

"Oh, that glimmer."

"Aren't you and Jason afraid one of your little jokes will backfire?"

"Not really, the point is to do something cleaver and creative that is a
true surprise and that is at most only mildly embarrassing.  It is also
important that we never brake a trust or confidence and Jason never spends
more then I could afford.  It must also be on a, my turn, your turn, basis;
something like playing chess with a trusted friend, win, louse or draw
matters less than the fellowship of the play."

Milton left us after having a good laugh at Brad's expense after Brad
pointed out the kiss was an add on, and praising our work.  Berwyn is only
a short taxi ride from Midway.  We piled into limos and were taken to the
hotel sponsor's downtown location.

In the limo Jonas climbed into my lap with his back toward the others.  He
wanted to talk privately.  "Mr. man, are you and Veronica getting married?"

"I don't know, she has not asked me yet."

"Don't you love her?"

"Sure I do, I love her as much as I love you."  He had to think about that
a moment.

"That must be a lot, as much as I love my mom?"

"Yes, as much but in a different way?"

"Ya, different for sure, you wouldn't want sex with you mother but your
girl well that's different, right?"

"Right but I think I want sex with my boy Jonas.  As often and for as long
as you want.  You know little guy that we all love you and Shelley."  He
pressed his face into my neck and I kissed his forehead.

"Are you going to ask her?"

"I don't know but if I do you will be the second person to know."  He
though about that too and just smiled.  Than he sat up again and turned so
others could see him signing.

"Can Shelley and I play your game with uncle Jason?"

"No, well not until you are much older I mean.  It is an adult game."

"Jason gives us all kinds of presents and surprises what can we give in
return," Shelley queried?

"Oh, little ones you give him, and me and all of us gifts all the time.
Your smiles, your delight at each new thing or experience, your hugs and
kisses are gifts of greater value than any of our material things."

"Do we have to be nice to mean people like that lady in Spokane?"

"Yes Jonas, you must be nice and polite to everyone, even if you don't like
them and even if they say mean or untrue things about us.  We live by the
golden rule remember, do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

"But that is so hard," Shelley said.

"No it is the easy part, just remember, the nicer you are the harder it is
for that person to be mean.  It's a lot less work to smile than to frown."

"Yes but you put her in her place, I understood what you said."

"True but remember, I had a smile on my face when I said it and as I recall
I never once put her down or said a mean things just facts."  Jonas fell
silent he was thinking about all this, yes 10 going on 18.  It's times like
this when Plato should be around, he's the philosopher guy, not me.

We settled into our suite and got ready for dinner.  Later that evening I
managed to get some privet time alone with Jonas.

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

"Okay kid, part two, ready."

He sat on the bed with his legs spread wide and his hard little penis in
his hand.

"Just below the glans on the penis shaft front is the main action area, the
part that is most involved with the intense feelings that cause orgasm and
ejaculation.  You know what orgasm and ejaculation are?"  He nodded. "The
penis itself really has two parts, the raised part on the front through
over the urethra, and everything else, sides and back.  While we enjoy
stimulation to any part of the penis, it's the front that is the seat of
pleasure."

He had a big smile on his face.  Like every boy in history knows,
stimulation of your penis, or what ever you call it has got to be just
about the best thing going.

"Petting or massaging the back of the penis doesn't do very much."

I took his hand and directed it to my erect cock.  The only down side of
ALS at times like these is you need two free hands to effectively
communicate.

"The top inch of the front of the penis is the trigger, the part that all
boys first learn to rub when they masturbate, either by an up-and-down
motion (the veritable "jerking off"), or by rubbing side to side."

He demonstrated on me, something my boy can do any time and almost any
place, I thought.  He demonstrated on his roughly 4 in rock hard little
boyhood.

"This part of the penis is sensitive to pressure, rather than surface
petting.  Once a boy is fully aroused, even a slight pressure to this part
of the penis will lead up to orgasm.  If you are using your hands or lips
on my penis, it's up to you to be sensitive to how much stimulation you are
applying here, as that controls how long it will last."

At the mention of lips he pressed his against my cock head and took the
first quarter of my shaft into this mouth, more demonstration.  Smiling up
at me he leaned back opening his crotch again in a invitation.  I took it.

"Pressure to the top front of the penis doesn't have to be applied
directly, and this is where the rest of the penis gets involved - and a
whole lot more.  Once an erection is full grown, the penis is stretched
tight, which means any pressure along the front or anything pulling at the
base will tug on the top part just as surely as if you were massaging that
part directly.  This is something that grows more intense as you come
farther along towards orgasm: after a few minutes of stimulation, with your
penis rock-hard and pumping from within, even a small tug on the scrotum at
the base of the penis can trigger an orgasm."

We inspected each other well he inspected me and we inspected him.  Pulling
and tugging and feeling and well inspecting.

"If you are using your hands, you can continue to massage the glans while
stroking or gently rubbing the front of the shaft.  Of course, if you are
using your mouth or taking my penis into your anus, all this happens
automatically - it's exactly what the penis was designed for, and his whole
body will get involved to make sure there is an orgasm soon.

But let's not hurry, please, you have a lot of delightful territory still
to explore.  With our penis at 'full attention' you will learn that what
you see is only half the story.  The shaft of the penis goes equally deep
into his body, where the right pressure gives long-lasting pleasure without
hurrying to orgasm."

"Is that a long slow fuck, Apollo."

"Yes little man that's a long slow fuck."  I wonder who told him about
fucking?

"I'm not big enough to fit in you yet but you can fuck me long and slow."

His face was serious and broke into a wide smile as he finished signing.

"That lesson is some time away yet little boy.  Lets practice what we have
learned then we can have more lessons later."

Jonas did not answer he pushed me back on the bed and flipped into a top
over 69 position and began licking and sucking my cock like it was his
first ice cream cone.  I took his boyhood completely into my mouth.  My
tongue targeting his small testicles and the underside of his firm little
penis.  With my index finger in his anus I began giving his prostrate area
some expert treatment.  As his hands gently fondled my testicles I
ejaculated into his mouth and all over his face.  Trying to time my
ejaculations with his orgasm I hoped he would learn to associate the taste
with his own pleasure the idea being he would soon desire the taste.  Jonas
finally shuddered and then relaxed experiencing a dry but never the less
satisfying.  He lay on his back with his legs pulled up and spread wide
exposing his anus giving my fingers easy access.

"Don't take it out, do it more, please," he signed.