Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 17:11:48 -0400
From: RJ T10000 <rjt10000@gmail.com>
Subject: RJ Chronicles - Cruising America Parts - 1-5

This is a work of creative writing otherwise known as fiction.  If you
shouldn't read this don't.  Don't like the story there are other areas to
search through.

Enjoy.  RJ.

M/b

1. The Begining.

I lost my wife to a battle with breast cancer about two years ago. I am a
Contract Engineer with my own business and travel for business all the
time.  I got sick and tired of roaming the house with her gone and only the
dogs to keep me company.  We loved to travel and see the country.  There is
so much to see without having to leave the USA.  She got too sick to travel
anymore and eventually lost the battle with cancer.  It was always a dream
of ours to get a huge RV and just drive the country.  North in the summer
months, South in the winter months.  Go where ever.  Destination didn't
matter.

I was ready to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.  I couldn't take
the house anymore with all the reminders of my wife.  I decided to live our
dream in her memory.  I flew to Florida and visited a company that makes
custom Bus/RV cruisers.  Custom Cruisers.  Picture the Maddon Cruiser only
nicer.  I walked into the showroom and met one of the sales people.  With
the economy the way it is sales were slow.  They were all to eager to
assist me. I was shown the brouchure and could go into the demo models with
her giving me the details of each model.

None were what I had in my minds eye and I told her so.  She asked me "What
are you looking for, we do build custom cruisers for a living".  I sat at
her desk and she took notes.  "Oh my. That is quite an order, let me get my
manager to help us".  She came back with two men in tow.  They introduced
themselves, one the general manager the other the owner.  They took over
and invited me to the back offices.  I described to them what I was looking
for.

Full size coach bus loaded to the hilt.  Captains chairs, King size bed,
washer/dryer, kitchen, bath, and storage for at least two full size Harleys
underneath.  Well they choked on the motorcycles underneath.  I said
"Featherlite can do it, I guess I'm in the wrong place".  I stood to leave.
They stopped me and said "We can accomidate almost any customization.
However it will take time and additional cost.  By the way how are you
planning on financing this vehicle.  We have many options available".
"Cash or certified check work for you".

I pulled plans out of my daytimer for what I invisioned the 'America
Cruiser' was to look like.  I had all the details I could think of laid
out.  They went over the plans and brought in their lead designer.  He went
over the plans and beamed.  "Yes we can do this.  This is going to be one
hell of an RV".  They got back to business.  It would take at least a
month, closer to six weeks to modify the biggest coach bus frame they had.

They worked up the numbers.  I reminded them of a cash transaction and alot
of the extras became part of the original price "We will need a substantial
deposit for the work required.  Of course final payment would be required
only upon acceptance of the vehicle. Satisfaction Guarenteed".  The number
came to about 450K.  I called my bank and had 250K immediatly wired into to
their account.

I asked about special painting.  They said they use an outside vendor but
would guarentee the work to full satisfaction and would take care of all
billings.  I handed over a CD with all the cruiser details and the paint
job I wanted.  All business accomplished here I said I would waiting for
the delivery, unless I need to inspect it before it ships.  They promised
to video the progress and keep me up to date.

I flew home and contacted a Realtor.  He came and inspected the house.  He
gave me the bullshit line about the economy and pricing of houses.  I said
"Its paid for.  Get what you can for it".  I got rid of most everything in
the house and put the rest in a climate controlled storage unit.  I called
my wife's brother and told him my plans.  He agreed to take the black labs.
He had plenty of acreage and a couple of horses.

I went to drivers school for Class A and B CDL.  When the 'America Cruiser'
was delivered in six weeks as promised I was extremely satisfied with the
craftsmenship that went into it.  The driver / deliverer took me to motor
vehicles for my road test.  I took the test and the tester said "Not bad
but can you back it up without the rear looking camera".  I pulled forward,
redid the course and backed the cruiser up, trailer and all into another
spot. Mirrors only.  "OK you pass, This paper work is for Class A (Semi)
and Class B with passengers (Bus)".  I pointed to the long haul 18-wheeler
waiting next in line.  I passed that test too.  He shook his head, signed
my paperwork and moved on to the next testee.  I went inside to get my
license updated.

I packed the 'America Cruiser' with my personnal belongings, computers,
Harley Road Glide underneath, tools, work stuff etc., and the Jeep Wrangler
on the trailer.  I installed weatherproof storage boxes on the roof to be
able to change out things as the seasons changed.  I had no plans to come
back here again other than to close on the house.

I got myself a job in the Twin Cities area.  I was for six months or so.
The job started in three weeks.  I was in no hurry and I pulled away from
an empty house.  I was sticking to the byways of America.  What fun is
driving the interstate highways.  I was somewhere in Illinois and it was
raining like hell and getting late at night, early morning.  I couldn't see
for anything and I was getting tired.

2. The Boy.

I pulled into a rest stop somewhere on highway 20.  There were no cars or
trucks at all in the parking lot.  I got out and ran to the building.  I
figured to use their facilities versus filling the tank on the cruiser.  I
came out of the restroom and eyed the vending machines for a munchie.  I
heard wimpering and sobbing.  I looked into the corner of the machines and
saw a small boy curled into a ball.  He looked dirty and like a drown rat.
I called to him "Come on out of there. I won't hurt you".  He didn't move
just got smaller into a ball.  I knelt down in front of him and reached my
hand towards him "Come on. I won't hurt you.  I want to help you".  He
lifted his head to see who was there.  The boy had a black eye.  "Come on
out.  It will be Okay.  You can't stay here. Let me help you".

He crawled out from his hidding spot and stood up.  I picked him to be nine
or ten years old.  I held my hand out and he took it.  I said "Come on with
me, lets get you dry and warm".  He nodded and followed me.  I opened the
door and picked his small frame up and set him inside the cruiser.  I got
in closed the door.  He looked around the cabin.  I led him to one of the
couches and set him down.  I grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom
and wrapped him up.  He wrapped the towels around and kept shivering.

I asked "What are you doing out here?"  No response.  Okay keep it simple
"What is your name?"  "Tyler" he squeaked.
  "Ok Tyler, I'm RJ" he nodded.  "You're freezing".  I got another towel to
try to dry him.  I repeated my question "Tyler what are you doing out here
in this weather and this time of night?".  He sobbed but answered the
question "My step dad threw me out of the house.  I had no where to go so I
just walked.  I saw this place so I could get out of the rain".  I said.
"Its okay now, you're safe with me for tonight.  We'll figure things out in
the morning".  He nodded.

"First things first, lets get you out of those wet clothes".  He shook his
head no.  "Its alright, you're safe".  He obeyed.  I helped pull his jacket
off and his t-shirt.  I wrapped a blanket around him to warm him up.  He
kicked his shoes off and lowered his jeans and handed them to me.  "Is that
it?".  He hooked his underwear and gave them to me, and his socks as well.
I looked at his clothes and they were in tatters.  I tossed his clothes
into a pile.  I would wash and dry them in the morning.  I grabbed another
dry towel and started to dry his hair.  I lifted his chin so I could see
his face.  "Who did this to you?".  "My step dad".  This is a peson I want
to meet and return the favor.

I looked at him.  He had ratty brown hair and hazel eyes and a small button
nose, and rosy lips.  He had dirt all over his face and hair to match his
clothes.  I knelt down in front of him and rubbed my hands on the blanket
trying to warm him.  I did his back, chest , arms and legs.  I could feel
his small little ass cheeks through the fabric.  He started to warm.  I
asked "Are you hungry?".  He nodded.  "Okay".  I went to the kitchen and
started some chicken soup.  I made half a ham sandwich as well.  He just
stood in the cabin looking at me.  I said have a seat over here pointing to
the dining area.  He was trying to keep himself covered.  I went to the
bedroom and pulled out a sweatshirt.  I knew it was going to be 4x to big
on him.  It was large on me.

He had no choice, he had to release the blanket to get the sweatshirt on.
He unwrapped the blanket and exposed himself to me.  The skin of his chest
was tight and his ribs were showing.  No sign of hair at all.  His small
package was circumcised with his balls uptight to his small body.  I guided
the shirt over his head.  It was long on him so it covered his little
boyhood for the most part.  I served the soup, sandwich and water. He ate
and I let him be for the moment.  I thought to myself if this boy isn't
abused he is malnurished and mis treated.

When he finished eating he was figity and holding his crotch.  I pointed to
the bathroom.  He got up and relieved himself.  I sat on one of the couches
and he came and sat next to me.  The sweatshirt rode up some leaving some
boypackage visible.  I asked him "Can you tell me what happened now?".  He
started to sob and cry.  He leaned into my arm.  I pulled my arm out and he
came to my chest.  I wrapped my arm around his little frame.  I said
"Tyler, I will not let anyone hurt you.  I promise".  He stopped crying and
wiped his nose and face into the sweatshirt.  Oh well.

He started his story.  "Ron threw me out of the house.  He called me a
faggot and a cocksucker. He punched me in the face. He said I am never to
come back to the house again".  His tears started rolling down his face.
My dick twitched and started to grow in my trousers.  "Its okay.  Can I ask
why he called you those names?".  "He caught Jimmy and I messing around
behind the house".  He was full out crying now and buried his head to my
chest.  "Jimmy is 15.  We were just playing.  He took my clothes off and
sucked my dickie.  He told me I had to play with his dickie to be fair.  He
pulled his pants down and made me touch it with my lips".  His chest was
heaving from the crying and sobbing.  I held him tight to my chest.  My
hand slipped into the opening of the sweatshirt.  I could feel his silky
skin of his chest.  "Ron caught us and beat Jimmy.  He punched me in the
face and started screaming.  I just grabbed my clothes and ran away".

I rubbed his heaving chest trying to calm him down.  "It will be ok.  I
promise".  A noise from outside. Bweep, Bweep.  A cop on a loud speaker
said "No overnight parking in the rest area".  Tyler panicked.  "Please
don't turn me over to the cops".  "Its alright, just stay here".  I went to
the drivers seat and started the cruiser and turned on the head lights.
The cop left.  My heart was pounding too.  That is all I need.  A cop to
walk up to the bus and find a half naked boy inside.  I drove about 20
miles and found a truck stop where US20 crosses I-90.  I pulled into a spot
and shut down the bus.  I went to the control console and lowered all the
window tinting and set the alarm system.  No one could see inside the
cruiser, but you could see out.

Tyler watched as the blinds came down. "Wow that's neat.  This thing is
sure loaded".  I said "Yes, this is my home now".  "Really?".  "Really,
Really".  "Come on lets get some rest".  I got him up from the couch and
pulled the cushions off and pulled out a twin size sleeper bed.  I threw
sheets and a blanket on it and gave him a pillow.  I took a piss and
retired to the bedroom and my king bed.  I awoke with a strange sensation.
Tyler had crawled in bed with me sometime during the night.  He was curled
up next to me.  The sweatshirt was at the foot of the bed.  I got up and
left him to sleep.  I closed the bedroom slider on my way out.  I gathered
up his clothing and the wet towels.  I switched on the generator and opened
the cabin door.  I lifted the front cargo door on the right side.  I put
his clothes in the washer and checked my watch.  When the wash cycle was
done I moved his clothes to the dryer.  Tyler was still out cold when I had
the laundry done.  I came inside and folded his clothes.  They were in
tatters.  His underwear had holes, as did his jeans and t-shirt.

I guess I'm going to have fix that.  He awoke and slid the door open.  He
didn't bother with the sweatshirt.  He walked to the bathroom to take care
of morning business.  I said "Good morning Tyler" he waved a hi sign.  "I
washed your clothes, do you want to get cleaned up too?"  He shrugged his
shoulders.  I guess little boys don't like showers.  "Come on I'll show you
how it works".  I checked the tank levels and figured I had enough for now.
I would have to get fresh water and empty the sewer tank later.  I followed
him into the bathroom admiring his tight little ass and his lanky legs.  I
showed him how to use the shower and showed him the fold down seat.  You
can stand or sit if you want.  "You don't have to worry about the shower
curtain being closed.  The entire bathroom is a drain".

He said "You can stay if you want.  You can even help me if you want to".
I just got invited to touch this boy.  I said "OK" and got the water going
for him.  I grabbed my shampoo and liquid soap.  I hosed him down from head
to toe.  I took his hand and squirted soap into it.  He started to clean
up.  I squirted shampoo in my hands and washed his dirty hair.  I didn't
want to get shampoo in his eyes so I rinsed him off.  I took more soap and
continued to wash his body.  He turned so I could get his back.  I rubbed
the soap on him and soaped his beautiful ass. I grabbed both globes as
bolts of lightning went through me.  I went for broke and ran my hand up
the crack of his ass and touched his hole with my finger.  I soaped his
legs.  He turned around for me.  His little cock was sticking out from his
body.  His crown begging for attention.  He was about 2 1/2 inches when
hard.  His balls were tight and smooth.  I hesitated to touch his privates.
"Its Okay.  I know you want to".  He was right.  I soaped my hands and
washed him on his front from his chest to his cock and balls and down his
legs again.  I played with his cock and balls for a few seconds and then
washed his face.  I rinsed him off completely.

I grabbed a towel and he wrapped himself in it.  I dryed him off and
brushed his now clean but still ratty hair.  He still had a boner but it
was fading.  I asked if he was hungry and he nodded.  I set him up with a
bowl of cheerios and milk and some OJ.  I told him I needed a shower as
well.  I blew my load all over the shower wall.  I came out of the bathroom
with a towel around my waist and went to the back to get dressed.  Tyler
followed me to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.  I dropped my
towel letting him see me naked. I put on boxers, socks, jeans and a tee.
He never said anything.  He went back to the cabin area and got dressed.

I had to get infomation from this boy to figure out what to do with him.
Start simple.  "How old are you".  10.  "Where do you live".  "Nowhere
anymore".  The tears started again.  I knelt in front of him "You know what
I meant.  Tyler you have to answer me so I can help you".  He leaned into
me and said "Then take me with you.  I will do what ever you want,
anything".  He was bawling his eyes out.

I picked him up and moved to the other couch.  I said "Tyler, it is not
that easy.  If I cross a state line with you in here its called Kidnapping.
That means I go to jail for a long time.  I can not let that happen".  He
cried "Please don't make me go back there or turn me over to the cops".
"One thing at a time little man.  One thing at a time".

I really didn't know what I was going to do with him.  He is adorable and
the boy lover in me wanted to just drive away with him and keep him for
myself.  The bigger head in the equation needed to figure this out.  I got
an icepack out and put it on his eye.  I pulled the jeep of the trailer and
came back in.  I took the icepack and put it back in the freezer.  "Come on
lets get you some clothes that you can wear".  He followed me out and he
turned around to look at the "America Cruiser'.  "Whoa, look at the paint
job on this thing.  That is so cool.  You gotta take me with you.  This
thing is awesome".  It was.  I opened the center cargo door and revealed
the Harley tucked away.  I opened the other cargo doors as well for his
inspection.  "This thing is amazing".  "Yeah, I kinda like it myself".
"How much did this thing cost?"  I chuckled "Don't Ask".

I found out from the truck stop where a Wallmart or Kmart is near by.  I
took Tyler to the Wallmart to get him some clothes.  We went to the boys
section with a shopping cart.  I sized shirts against his back to get an
idea of the size we needed.  I told him to pick what he wanted.  I pulled
two 6-packs of socks, and held up packs of underwear, "Colors, Whites or
Cartoons?"  "Ugh".  He came over and looked at the selection.  He opted for
some of each.  "Pants next, we need to try them on for size".  We grabbed a
few sizes and headed for the changing room.  I grabbed a pack of the briefs
and went in with him with shirts, pants and shorts.

I sat on the bench. and pulled off his raggy tee.  I undid his pants button
and lowered his zipper.  He let me do a I pleased.  I pulled his socks off
and lowered his tattered underwear.  I had a beautiful ten year old in
front of me.  I pulled up a pair of colored undies.  He let me play with
his stuff. I pulled up a pair of jeans.  Too big, the next too small.
Finally we got the right size.  I had him turn around.  "Nice butt".  He
giggled.  I cut the tags off so I could pay for this stuff.  He picked a
tee with some band logo on it.  He pulled on new socks.  Next stop new
sneakers.  I threw in a couple of pair of pajamas as well and a suitcase to
carry it all.  I took all his old stuff and threw it into a bag.  $300
dollars later we were out of there.

We got back to the cruiser.  I had Tyler give me Ron's name and phone
number. He cried "You can't call him, he'll flip out".  "I certainly hope
so!".  "Huh? what does that mean".  I said "If he is a jack off that I
think he is, he is going to freak out and say something stupid about you,
and hopefully your well being.  If he does it is one step closer to getting
you out of the house and away from him forever.  You have to trust me".  He
jumped on my chest and hugged my neck.  "Thank you'.

I set my cell phone to voice record and made the call.  "Hello, may I speak
to Ron Hayes please?".  "This is he, who's this?"  "My name is RJ Towsend,
I found your son in a rest area late last night, soaking wet and cold from
the rain.  He is safe now and I am keeping an eye on him until he can be
returned".  It worked.  "That little faggot will never come back here, I'll
kill him if he comes back here the little queer.  If you have him you can
keep the little homo".  The line went dead.  I turned off the recorder.
"He sounded like he had been drinking".

Tyler confirmed he did it all the time and couldn't keep a job because of
it.  Even better.  A drunk homophobe that beats on 10 year old children.
Tyler asked "So?".  "I am not a lawyer but I know a few.  I think your step
dad is out of the parenting business perminently".  "What about your real
dad or your mom?"  He shook his head.  "My real father is in prison, mom
died two years ago in a car acciedent".  I continued "Any other living
relatives, Aunt, Uncle, Grandparents?".  "No my step dad had been taking
care of me since the acciedent".  "Good, how about lunch, we need to get
some meat on these bones".  "Yeah".  We walked to the truck stop to eat.

It hadn't even been 12 hours since I met this boy and I was falling in love
with him.  I think he was doing the same.  I could imagine driving all over
the country in the cruiser with him in the co pilot seat and hopefully my
bed as well.

3. The Problem

The problem now was how to get him to be mine.  I had to go to the cops,
which also meant getting Social Services involved.  After lunch I had to
tell Tyler.  I picked him up and put him on my lap.  He didn't like the
look on my face.  I didn't like the look on my face because it was now
Thursday afternoon.  This could backfire on me and they grab the boy and I
never see him again.

"Tyler listen to me.  I want to take you with me.  I want to make you my
son.  But to do that we need to get through the legal system, which isn't
going to be easy. Ok".  "I want to go with you and I want to be your son.
What do we have to do?". "Go to the cops".  "NO.  They will take me away".
"I know that.  But I will not go away.  I will fight for you and prove to
the authorities that I can be a better father to you, give you a better
life, education, everything".  He started to cry.  "Hey this is the only
way, and we have to do it soon.  If I take you over a state line its
Kidnapping.  If I don't report you as found its Kidnapping.  If your step
father gets a brain cell and reports you missing after 24 hours its
Kidnapping".

"If I contact the cops and tell our version we might get lucky.  They will
put you in Social Services, which means someone else will be taking care of
you for a couple of days, unless they let me take care of you.  I don't
know the answer.  I do know it is the only way we will ever be together.  I
have the means to give you a wonderful life.  We just need to convince
them".  He buried his head into my neck and squeaked an "Okay".

I hope this works.  I called the local police department and asked for
someone in the Detective Squad. "Detective Sergeant Markson, How can I help
you".  Oh shit here we go.  I gave him my name and the situation of finding
Tyler late last night at the rest stop and where we are parked now.  I also
told him about the incedent with the step dad when I tried to contact him.
Sergeant Markson asked me to come in to the station with the boy.  He was
contacting Social Services and have them meet us there.  I agreed.  I was
about to take the jeep and thought better of it.  I put the jeep back on
the trailer.  I was ready to start the cruiser.  Tyler said "Do we have to
go right now".  "Soon why?"  He undid his pants and lowered his underwear
and smiled.  I sucked his 2 1/2 inch cock into my mouth and sucked him
until he had a dry orgasm.  "Don't ever tell anyone that I did that or they
will never let me near you again".  "I promise".  He buttoned himself up.

Tyler jumped into the passenger seat and clicked his seatbelt.  Lets see
how much impression the 'America Cruiser' can provide as a stable
environment to raise a boy.  Fuck it. I would sell it and buy a house if it
would make a difference. I started the cruiser and drove off.  I pulled up
in front of the police station.  I shut it down and told Tyler to pack his
clothes in his suitcase.

We went into the station and I asked for Sergeant Markson.  I was escorted
to the squad room.  Markson was about my size and age.  He introduced us to
Mrs Carmichael from Social Services.  We sat in one of the conference
rooms.  With the pleasantries complete.  Lets get to business.  I told them
about finding Tyler.  Tyler told his side about his step dad punching him
and throughing him out and he running away.  Markson made a call and a
uniform brought in a file.  "We have had problems with him in the past".  I
brought out the receipt for Tylers clothes.  "I bought these this morning".
"Do you still have the old ones?".  "Yeah, why".  "It builds a better case
against him to permanently remove the boy from his custody".

"You'll love this then".  I pulled my cell phone out and replayed the voice
message.  She said "We need to get in front of Judge Meyer as soon as
possible".  I asked can that be done today.  "Probably not, hopefully
tomorrow though".

I plead my case to them about being more fit and capable of giving this boy
a better life.  They turned there questions at me.  There was no way they
were going to give a boy to a complete stranger.  The questions started
What do you do for a living Mr. Towsend?"  totally mis pronouning my name.
I corrected them once.  "It is pronounced Thousand with out the 'H'.  Just
call me RJ it makes life easier".  "I have my own engineering
business. Successful I might add.  I am on my way to a job near the Twin
Cities".

She said "Oh you must travel alot then.  That would not be conductive of a
proper environment for the boy".  I replied "I work because I want to.  Not
because I have to.  I have sufficient means to support us very comfortably
including higher education costs".  Markson said "Can you prove that".
"Sure I have my 1040s on my computer.  How many years do you want?  I will
also provide you with my financial statements.  Please run a background
check on me.  I want to adopt this boy and give him a better life".

"Are you married Mr. uh RJ?"  "Widower.  My wife lost her battle with
breast cancer about two years ago"

Markson returned to my work "What about the work.  I know engineers work
many hours".  "I can have another engineer out here before the project
starts.  My focus from now on is strictly to Tyler".  He said "Thats a
pretty bold statement don't you think".  I said "I'll prove it" I pulled my
cell and dialed a number on speed dial.  "Yo, Jeff its RJ.  What are you up
to for the next six months or so?".  "The job starts in three weeks, Twin
Cities".  "No one engineer for now but it may grow later".  "Cool, thanks"
"Yeah status quo, I'll run the billing for now, I'll be there to get the
project started then its all yours.  If you get any change orders or add
ons there all yours" "OK I'll send you the details in email later".  I
turned to Markson.  "Done.  I have to be in the Twin Cities for one day.  I
am sure I can find adaquate child care for a day".  I handed my cell to
Markson.  "Would you like to verify that call.  He will also give you good
references for a background check".  Markson wrote the number down.  "Pick
any you want for references".  He scrolled through my contacts list and
jotted names and numbers down.

Mrs Carmichael asked about a suitable living environment for the boy.  I
asked Markson "You have a window facing the front?"  "Sure" he led us to a
window facing the front of the building.  "Holy Jesus, that thing is
yours?"  "Like I said I have suitable means to better Tylers life.  Would
you like to see the inside?".  "Hell yes".  She shot him a dirty look for
swearing.  Oh well.  Markson led us out and I unlocked the alarm system
with my fob and opened the door.  The door floor plate retracted so you
could get up the stairs.

She looked around "There is only one bedroom here".  I lifted the cushions
of the couch.  "Tyler slept here last night.  I can modify anything
necessary to accomodate him".

I was winning the battle with these two at least.  I took them back out and
opened the cargo doors.  Washer/Dryer , Motorcycle and the water / waste
tanks in the back with the generator and the propane on the other side.  My
tools were on the other side of the washer/dryer.

One more hurdle and I should have them.  I knew what the next question was.
"What about his education?".  " I would home school him.  I have a masters
degree in electrical engineering and I carry a professional engineers
license.  I think I can handle a schooling regiment for a 10 yr old".
"Besides he would be riding with me all over the country learning first
hand".

She nodded her head.  She made a call to get an appointment with Judge
Meyer.  He would see us first thing in the morning.  I knew the answer but
I had to ask.  "Can he stay with me?".  "No, he will be taken care of
though" she said.

Markson asked me "RJ are you a religous person?"  "Not really" "Maybe you
should be for a while.  Talk to Father Flannegan of St. Michaels".  "Thanks
for the tip.  You want those financial records and the 1040s?"  Yeah.  I
went inside and turned on my laptop.  I gave them to him on thumb drive.
"I'll get this back to you".  "No problem".

There was nothing else to do.  I called Tyler.  "Get your suitcase".
Mrs. Carmichael said "I almost forgot, the old clothes?"  I opened one of
the cargo doors and pulled the bag out.  She took a camera out of her purse
and took pictures of the clothes and his black eye.  "It would be better if
he put these back on for now" "Huh?, I don't understand".

"St Michaels is an orphanage.  All clothing the children have are washed
and passed out.  No boy or girl has anything of their own.  Everything is
community property.  If Tyler went with brand new clothes on someone else
would be wearing them tomorrow".

I lost it.  "You're telling me I can't provide for him now so he gets
someone elses underwear to wear tomorrow".  "I'm sorry Mr. Uh RJ.  The
system isn't perfect but it is the best we have".  "Excuse my rudeness Mrs
Carmichael but the system sucks".  "Hopefully we can straighten this
situation out quickly".

WTF.  "Tyler go put your old clothes on and go with Mrs. Carmichael.  I
will see you tomorrow".  He did as he was told and came back out.  He
hugged my neck and kissed my cheek.  "I love you RJ".  " I love you to
kiddo".

Markson said "Nice touch.  I'll work on this as soon as possible".  "Hey
Markson, where is St. Michaels and can I leave this here for a while".
"Three blocks on the left.  You think someone is going to mess with that
artwork in front of a police station.  Just have it gone by 10:00 pm.  We
kinda roll up the sidewalks around here if you know what I mean".

"Yeah, thanks".  I have to talk to that priest.  I walked the three blocks.
Mrs Carmichael had Tyler and was speaking to an older priest.  I walked up
and asked "Father Flannegan?"  She turned on me "Mr Towsend, really this is
inappropriate" Tyler beamed.  I ignored her. "Father I am not from this
area but I am trying to adopt this boy.  Could you use a handyman around
here for a while?  I will do as you ask and avoid contact with the children
if you wish.  I am very good with tools and I have my own".  Father
Flannagen shook my hand.  "Yes, I think we could use some help around
here".  "Everyone calls me RJ.  By the way do you have any place I can park
my bus and trailer?" "Pull it on the old grass spot behind the building".

I ran to get the cruiser.  I pulled in and parked the cruiser.  Father
Flannegan came out and said "Oh my".  I opened the cargo door with the
tools.  He said "Miracles do happen in strange ways.  Let me show you
around".  "Thanks Father".

I brought up my concerns with the clothing issue.  He gave me the same BS
line of communiity property. I still argued my point and he stopped me. "If
a child comes in with torn or tattered clothes that are beyond repair they
will be replaced with our version of school uniforms.  Every child here is
fed, educated, clean, clothed and well taken care of".  I pulled my check
book out of my back pocket and wrote a check to St. Michaels Orphanage for
$5000.  "Maybe this will help". "God bless you my son.".  He led the way
and showed me around.

I at least felt a little better for Tyler but not much.  Father Flannegan
showed me around the church area and the orphanage.  Boys upstairs, Girls
downstairs along with the community area which acts as a dinning hall,
class rooms and rec room.  The children had a dorm room, 4 kids to a room.
Open stall style community bathroom on one end of the dorm areas.  I was
introduced to Father Michael and Father Thomas who taught classes and took
care of the boys dorm area, and four Sisters (Mary Something) that took
care of the girls dorm area, taught, and managed the kitchen.  He showed me
the basement where the boiler was and other misc. equipent.  He led me back
to the cruiser.  He said "I could offer you a private dorm room if you
want, but it looks like you have ample living accomodations".

"I'll be fine here Father.  I did notice leaky faucets in both the upstairs
and downstairs bathrooms.  Would you like me to work on them now?".
"Supper will be ready in a few minutes, why don't you join us.  It may give
you a better understanding of how we take care of the children here".
"Thank you Father, I will clean up and meet you at the dining hall.".

He said "You may have a lot of inquesitive young people asking questions
about this" pointing to the rig. "Yes Father, I know.  I saw all the small
faces plastered to the glass when I parked it.  Not to mention the other
Fathers and Sisters".  He laughed and said "It is our calling to live a
simple, giving and caring life.  Your RV is extravagent and outgoing to say
the least"

I said "Father, the murals are symbols of American Freedom, Strength and
Dreams and Honor those that faught for and continue to fight the battle for
that Freedom.  As for the 'America Cruiser' itself, this is my home and I
like my creature comforts".  He laughed and said "I am always available for
confessions if you feel the need to cleanse yourself of your sins".
"Father I'm not Catholic".  "No one is perfect my son.  See you in a few
minutes".  He put his hand on the mural on the back of the bus on the
rememberance of 9/11.  He bowed his head, blessed himself and kissed the
mural.  "We Will Remember".  He walked away.

After cleaning up I went for supper.  All the children were at the tables
and other children brought food to the tables.  When everyone had a plate
of food in front of them Father Flannegan said the prayer.  The meal was
'basic' to say the least.  I told Father Flannegan that I was going to work
on the leaky sinks.  He said "Please start upstairs, shower time is near
and I don't think the girls would be comfortable with a man in there at the
same time as they were".  "Understood Father".

I got some tools and went upstairs to work on the faucets.  Naked boys came
in like they were on parade.  Ten at a time in the shower chamber.  Others
brushing teeth and combing hair.  Nothing but boy cock, balls and ass
showing.  I don't know how many times I dropped my wrench, wanting to drop
a nut instead.  Mostly little hairless boy cock, some teens with bushes,
some cut, some uncut.  My dick was hard as a rock.  I kept working on the
sinks, and moved to the toilets to tighten them down.

Father Thomas, the fat one, kept an ever watchful eye on all the boys in
the shower and bathroom area.  Father Michael made sure the boys were dried
and handed out pajamas for the evening.  I kept my distance but an eagle
eye.  Watching the boys was 'Ogling them' and drying was 'Fondling'.

This place reminded me of the movie 'Boys of St. Vincents'.

Tyler came out of the showers scared to death.  He was not ready for this
at all.  A boy handed him a towel and he followed the line to the sinks.
He waved at me but did as told.  I smiled at him and gave him a quick wave
back.

I collected my tools and went to the two Priests. I neared them so none of
the boys could hear.  "If either of you, or anyone else in here touches my
soon to be son, I promise you your beads and prayers will not save you from
the hell I will put you in.  As for the other boys I wouldn't do anything
stupid while I'm around".

Tyler came out of the bathroom and I looked down.  Now they knew who I was
talking about.  The fat one stammered "The boys pajamas are on their beds.
You can make sure they're ready for bed if you wish".  I followed Tyler to
dorm 12 and rapped on the door jamb.  I said "Hello boys, I'm RJ, I am just
stopping by to say good night and make sure you have everything you need".
Four naked boys sitting next to their pjs waiting for instructions, one
scared to death.

Granted they were all cute.  The eldest about 12. "Were waiting for Father
Michael or Thomas".  "Its ok.  Tonight I will assist you".  I pulled the
pajamas off the bunk next to each boy and motioned for them to put them on.
I went to Tyler and said "I will see you in the morning.  We have to see
the Judge.  As long as your in here I will be watching out for you. Do as
your told, but if someone tries to hurt you or make you do something you
don't want to, you let me know. Okay?".  He grabbed my neck and hugged me.
I said "I know son, I feel the same way. But we need to do this right. This
is only day one.  Be strong my son.  We will win and be together".

4.  The Judge.

Mrs. Carmichael had Tyler along with Father Fannegan.  Detective Markson
and I chatted until the Judge could see us.  I had put on the best 'go to
court suit I had'.  Sport jacket, tie, good trousers.  Tyler was dressed in
a Catholic school uniform with a blazer.''  The clerk said Judge Meyer will
see you now.  She opened the chamber door and we entered, greeted and sat.

"So Mr. Towsend you want to adopt this boy".  "Yes your Honor I do.  My
name is pronounced 'Thousand' without the 'H'.  Most people just call me RJ
it makes it easier".  "OK, does the RJ stand for anything?".  I opened my
daytimer and pulled a copy of my birth certificate and handed it to the
judge.  "You are going to want a copy of this anyhow".  "Rubinov Johansson,
yes I can see why RJ works, fine".

Tyler and I retold the story to the Judge.  I pulled out my cell and
replayed the voice recording of Ron Hayes response when I called him.
"Very clever Mr. uh RJ. Are you a lawyer by chance".  "No your Honor, I am
an Engineer and have my own business.  I gave my 1040 and financial
information to Detective Markson yesterday for background information, He
also took names and numbers from my contacts list for references".  The
judge looked to Markson.

"This is what I have found out so far".  He handed a two page report to the
judge.  "No criminal record, I have spoken to three of the references I
took.  Nothing but praise and professionalism.  I haven't heard back from
the other two names.  RJ did say yesterday he had the means to support the
boy.  He does, his financials are on the second page".  He turned to me
"What, did you hit the lottery or something?"  I nodded.  I asked Judge
Meyer, "May I see the list of names, Detective Markson took names at
random".  He handed me the list.  I said "You won't hear from this one,
he's my brother and we haven't spoken in twenty years.  The other name,
last I heard he was in Singapore".

Judge Meyer said "I would like to contact a few people myself for a
reference check".  I pulled my cell phone and unlocked it and handed it to
him.  "I would suggest you contact Bill Matson and/or Bruce Edilson.  I
worked for Bill a few years ago.  Bruce is now the sherriff of Webster
county, Iowa".  He wrote the names and numbers down along with some others.
We moved on to other topics.

Mrs. Carmichael raised her concerns of proper living conditions for the boy
as well as a proper education, and social interaction.  Not to mention a
single parent environment.
  "Your Honor, he plans on living in a bus with the boy and drive around
the country, and home school him". The judge turned to me "A bus?".  "It is
a custom made cruiser that has more amenities and about the same square
footage as anything around here people call home.  It is large enough for
two adults to live in.  I can't see why it wouldn't be big enough for 1 and
1/2 people".  Tyler said "Hey, who are you calling a 1/2 person".  Everyone
chuckled.  The judge said that he wanted to see it.  "Its behind
St. Michaels".

The topic turned to Ron Hayes and the fact he had legal custody of his step
son.  The judge turned to Tyler.  "Tyler did Ron Hayes ever legally adopt
you?".  Tyler shrugged his shoulders.  "Tyler do you understand what is
going on here.  We are talking about you will not be with your step father
and RJ is requesting to adopt you".  Tyler said "I understand.  I never
want to go back.  I want to be with RJ.  I want to be his son. I love him.
I do not want to go back to the orphanage either.  They march us around,
yelling out orders.  The place is scary".  I chimed in "He's only been
there for less than a day".

Father Flannegan got riled.  "We care for the children in our charge".  I
got riled.  "Your honor, I bought Tyler clothes yesterday because what he
had on was rags. I turned Tyler over to the police because it was the right
thing to do.  I knew Social Services would take him.  I went to Father
Flannegan and offered my services as a handyman.  I fixed some sinks and
toilets.  The boys are marched into the showers, sink room and back to a
dorm with 2 sets of bunk beds.  The boys sit on the bunk naked waiting for
a Priest to come in and put a pair of pajamas on them.  They have nothing
of their own.  Underwear is passed to a child the same size.  Everything is
community property".

I continued.  "I can give this child the world.  I can give him love,
education, attention, everything he needs.  Who is looking out for the best
interests of the boy.  As far as I see I am the only one that cares about
him.  His so called dad throughs him out like garbage, he's malnourished,
and scared".  I turned my ire to Mrs. Carmichael.  "If living in the
cruiser is the problem with giving this boy a better life, I will buy a
home somewhere and enroll him in public school to satisfy his social
requirements.  I will not settle here.  Ron Hayes and I would end up
crossing paths and Detective Markson would have to come after me.  It would
only be a one sided fight".

"Enough Mr. Towsend, you have made your point".  The judge picked up his
phone and spoke to his clerk.  He turned his focus back to Tyler.

"Tyler, your step dad said bad things about you.  Are you gay?"  Tyler said
"No.  I don't know".  "RJ are you gay?".  "No your honor, I was married for
12 years and knew my wife for twice that. We wanted kids but it wasn't
possible.  Now that my wife has passed away I think adopting a child will
give me a reason to live.  I always wanted a son, and at least with Tyler I
won't have to change diapers, hopefully not anyway". "Hey thats not funny".
Yes it was.

The judge continued. "RJ do you own any guns?".  "Yes.  Sig 9mm. It is in a
biometric lock box, inside a fireproof combination safe in the closet of
the cruiser". Markson said "Have a permit for it?".  I pulled it out of my
wallet and handed it to him.  He passed it to the judge who returned it to
me.

"Alcohol or drug use?".  "I will pee in a cup for you and I do enjoy a
glass of red wine with dinner sometimes.  Maybe a beer or two watching a
football game.  Nothing to excess.  I do need a CDL to drive the cruiser so
the rules are stricter".

Judge Meyer said "Lets go see this home on wheels".  We walked the few
blocks to St. Michaels.  When we turned the corner to the back, Judge Meyer
spurted "Jesus Christ, Oh sorry Father, sorry Mrs. Carmichael. This is your
home?".  I answered "Yes your honor, it is now. My property back east is
for sale and should go under contract any day".  Markson added his two
cents worth.  "Your honor, wait until you see this thing".  At least he was
on my side.  I unlocked it with the fob and opened the door remotely.  I
told them "Please look at anything you wish".  I opened the cargo doors on
both sides.  The judge walked around the outside and looked at the murals
and the cargo bays.  "Who designed this thing?"  I said "I did.  The layout
was my design and built by Custom Cruisers in Florida.  I gave them the
artwork design and they had a vendor do the artwork".  He walked around
again and asked "May I?" at the door.  "Of course".

He went inside to the cabin, everyone else followed.  "Very impressive and
very nice".  Mrs. Carmichael made her statement "Your honor it only has one
bedroom, this is no place for a child to live a proper life".  I wanted to
jap slap her but I held my tongue. Judge Meyer said " I can see your point.
However, I can see that Mr. Towsend can also provide a better life for the
boy than our system can provide".

I said "Mrs. Carmichael raised her concerns yesterday.  If you give me a
minute I can show you that I can adapt the cruiser into a suitable
environment for Tyler and I to live in".  I went to the computer area and
fired up the tower.  I switched the plasma control so I could show what I
was doing on both wall mounted plasmas.  I pulled up the original design of
the cruiser. "It was designed with me and my wife in mind".  I clicked a
few and said "I have a couple of ideas to deal with Mrs. Carmichaels
concerns.  I can take this area here and make a small bedroom.  Slider
panels and a twin bed with drawers underneath".  I clicked the next drawing
file. "Option two is to split the bedroom.  I can downsize the cal king and
put panels in with a bed back here".  "He would share closet space here".

The judge walked around and opened everything.  He noticed the
suitcase. "May I?".  I just nodded.  He went through Tylers new clothes.
"You bought all these for a child that you just met at a rest stop a day
ago?".  "Yes your honor, I couldn't let him stay in the rags he was
wearing.  He was suppose to take it with him when I called the cops about
him so he would have clothes.  Mrs. Carmichael and then Father Flannegan
gave me the speach of 'Community property for the chlidren' He changed back
into the rags he wore when I found him and she took him to the ophanage for
'Better care and well being of the child'".  Markson smiled.  I had my
spurs in her and wasn't going to give up.

Judge Meyer said "I think I have seen and heard enough.  The boy will stay
in Social Services care until the legal issues of this adoption are
complete.  That said I grant RJ limited unrestricted time with the boy. You
may spend 2 hours a day without court supervision or a member of
St. Michaels with the boy. Otherwise he stays at St. Michaels.  Since you
have taken a job at St. Michaels as a handyman I suggest you continue to do
so.  They need all the help they can get.  Mr. Towsend, please make
arrangements for the necessary changes to accomodate Tyler with his own
bedroom. Either of your options will be acceptable to the court".

"Before I make a final ruling I do want to do some background checks".  I
asked "Calling Bill and Bruce?"  He nodded.  "I should be able to get them
both on a line now if you want".  His cell phone rang "Excuse me".  He
stepped out.  He came back in and said "We should go back to my office"

We walked back and the judge spoke to his clerk.  She handed him a stack of
files and spoke to him quietly.  "Ms. Alton please escort Tyler to
St. Michaels and stay with him" Tyler objected and said "This is about me,
I want to know".  I tried to interject but the judge stopped us all. "Tyler
please go. We have things to discuss that are not suitable for a child to
hear".  Tyler looked at me.  I said "Do as your told".

Judge Meyer took his seat and motioned us to do the same.  He started "I
had my clerk do background checks on Tyler, You and Mr. Hayes and also
contacted Mr. Matson and Sherriff Edilson.  I still want to speak to them
myself. It appears that the only living relative of this child is in prison
with multiple 25 to life sentences all being consecutive. His mother was
killed in a DWI, killing two others in the process. Father you are in
charge of the two children survivors at the ophanage.  My delema is with
you Mr. Towsend. Your records are clean that we can find It seems that you
don't have a past that is traceable".

"Your Honor, may I make a suggestion and call Bill Matson and/or Sherriff
Edilson.  They can shed some light on my past. Not much, but some". He
agreed and dialed the first number. voice mail.  The second number
"Sherriff is not available but may I take a message".  Third number, voice
mail.  "Your Honor, can I try?"  He nodded agreement.  I tried Eric's
number, no answer.  I dialed Brian's cell.  "Hello". I jestured to the
judge.

"To whom am I speeking with".  "Brian Matson, who the hell is this and how
did you get this number?".  "I am Judge Meyer of Cannard County,
Illinois. I am trying to reach a Mr. Bill Matson.  This is in regards to an
RJ Towend".  "Holy shit, Uncle RJ, hang on.  Dad, Dad ,Dad".  The phone was
replaced by a deeper voice. "Hello?"  "Sir this is Judge Meyer of ...  I
need to speak with you in regards to RJ Towsend do you have a monent to
talk?".  "If its about RJ I have all the time in the world.  I don't have a
good connection, give me a number and I will call you back in ten minutes
or so".  We waited.

"Your Honor, there are three calls on hold. A mister Bill Matson and a
Sherriff Edilson, the third is from Judge Hartman's office of Webster
County, Iowa".  The judge said "Please patch them all though".  He looked
at me and said "You have friends in high places".  "Your honor, you have no
idea".  He said "You will all excuse me please.  I need to speak in
private".  He looked at his calendar and said "We will meet again on
Thurday at 10am.  Mr. Towend is that enough time for you to make the
modifications required to the RV?"  "Yes your honor.  May I ask a quick
question, How long do adoption proceeding usually take?".  "Weeks at best,
usually months, sometimes up to a year or longer".  We all left the judges
chambers.

Markson walked with me and said "I'm sure you can afford it but let me buy
you a beer.  You look like you can use one and want to vent".  "Let me
guess, you sip on club soda and keep pouring beers into me so I spill my
guts while you have a mini recording device in you pocket".  He ceded "Its
my job".

 I looked at my watch. "Do you have plans for the evening?".  "No why?".
"Do you have friends that will help, Cops, Fire Department, whoever you can
think of".  "What are you up to?".  "What about a good restaurant. Never
mind. You do have a McDonalds in this town right?"  "Of course".  I smiled
at him and said "Meals on Wheels for the orphans.  I got the tab".  He
shook my hand.  He called to central and the word was out.

Thirty minutes later every cop car, fire truck and ambulance pulled up to
St. Michaels.  Father Flannegan came out and wanted to know what going on.
Markson told him "Its a gift for the children Father".  "Who is this from,
don't answer I already know". (Gotta love the Irish and their Brough).  All
the children came out and met and hugged everyone in uniform.  They scarfed
down the 'Happy meals' like it was the last supper.  The Priests and Nuns
also indulged blessing themselves along the way.  The kids checked out
every vehicle with a uniformed cop, fireman or EMS showing them what the
vehicle does.

I went to the curiser and set the under carrage speakers on and set the
digital music to repeat.  I selected a sound track all about America.  I
left the door open and the kids climbed through the cruiser just like the
fire trucks and cop cars. Instead of being marched around the kids actually
had fun.  They were acting like kids.  Tyler found me. I picked him up and
he wrapped himself around me.  Father Flannegan came to me "You are a
unique and gifted person RJ.  I guess we need a shock once in a while to
give us a reality check.  As for the two hour limit with Tyler, please sign
him out at 1:00pm after lunch is served and sign him in by 3:00pm.  I will
make sure the paperwork is correct for Social Services.  When you actually
take him out and return him is intirely up to you.  He may also spend the
nights in the RV.  I will take care of everything".  "Thank you Father".
"No Thank You RJ".

I turned to Tyler.  "It looks like were going to make it through this my
son".  He squeezed me harder.  "I love you dad".  He had tears running down
his cheeks and so did I.  The party continued and Markson came over to me
and Tyler.  "Your a piece of work RJ". I shrugged. I asked him "Is there a
RV park around here. I need to get fresh water and dump the waste tank".
"Yeah sure, you came in on US 20 you passed it. Its about 5 miles east of
the rest stop".  Tyler flinched and tightened his hold on my neck in a
death grip.  He buried his head in my neck and started to cry.  "I get the
feeling that a certain individual lives in the RV park.  Thats fine I
haven't used my Sig in a while. I should get some target practice in.  Any
others in the area?".  He replied "I don't think you would waste the
ammunition.  I take you for the type to beat the crap out of him slowly and
make him wish he was dead.  Thirty miles up the interstate."

His cell phone rang.  "Detective Markson.  Yes he's right next to me.
We'll be right there your Honor". He hung up and looked at me "You do have
powerful friends don't you?"  I put Tyler down and told him to go join the
others.  I kissed his head and said I'll see you in a little while.  We
walked to the court house.  Judge Meyer led us to his chambers.
"Mr. Towsend. I spoke with Bill Matson, Sherriff Edilson and Judge
Hartman. It seems that you are quite a hero.  I agreed with Judge Hartman
to transfer the case of the adoption of the boy to his jurisdiction.
Mr. and Mrs. Matson have agreed to foster the child until legal procedings
can be completed. It seems that Mr. Hayes never adopted the boy and only
has guardianship which has now been revoked".  The judge stood and extended
his hand. "Paperwork not withstanding Tyler is now your son.  You must keep
yourself available to the court system through out the precedings".  "Thank
you your Honor.  I will give you the GPS codes if you want, but I don't
think I can hide driving the cruiser".  Markson shook my hand as well.
"You haven't been here two days and you have shaken the world we live in.
Good Luck".

I went back to St. Michaels.  Father Flannegan and Tyler were waiting.
"Judge Meyer called.  He's all yours".  Tyler jumped in my arms and I
carried him to the cruiser.  He changed into his own new clothes and we
left his uniform on the back step of the ophanage.  We took off out of town
with Lee Greenwood's 'Proud to be an American' blasting from the speakers.
First things first, fresh water and dump the waste tank.  There was a
Harley dealer on the way and still open.  "Do you like to ride on
motorcycles?"  "Never been on one".  I outfitted Tyler with helmet, goggles
and sunglasses, leather jacket, denim jacket, pants, boots and even HD
underwear.  He walked out of the dealership looking like the 'Terminator'.
We pulled into the RV park and changed out the tanks. I paid for the
services and decided to take a spot for the night.

Tyler already ate but I was hungry. "Do you want to help make some
diinner?" "Yep". "Go clean up and get out of the leathers" He came back
only wearing the HD underwear.  He helped with the veggies and I cooked
some chicken.  Dinner finished and cleaned up I said "Its been a long day,
I need a shower and so do you".  He opened the bathroom door and turned on
the shower.  He pealed off the underwear and waited for me to join him.  I
sat on the fold out seat and washed every part of his four foot two inch
body.  I got up and set him down on the seat.  I bathed with him trying to
help.  Both of us had woodies.  We dried off, brushed our teeth and then I
picked him up and took him to the bedroom. I pulled the covers back and
laid him down. I came to the other side of the bed and climbed in.  He
curled to my chest and threw his leg over mine.  He was asleep in
seconds. I kissed his head and said "I have waited a lifetime for you my
son".  He stirred and said "Me too" We both fell asleep..

5. Freedom.

I woke about 6:30.  I tried not to disturb him but I ran my hand over his
silky skin. He was sleeping on his stomach. I caressed his back and his
tight little ass.  I ran my finger over his ass crack.  I got up and left
him alone.  I made coffee and a bagel for myself and turned on the
computers.  He got up around 8:00.  He used the toilet and climbed on my
lap still naked He watched me work and I started to play with his little
package.  I played with his brown hair.  "How about a haircut today.  Get
rid of this ratty mop look" "Ok".  He got up and made a bowl of cereal for
himself and OJ.

He came back to me and sat on my lap.  I played with his cut little cocklet
and his tiny balls.  I opened a folder on the computer.  I opened the file
from the ski trip in Vail.  "Hey thats you in the video.  Who are the
boys?".  "I said that is Eric, Brian, Pete and Jeff" pointing to each.  His
little dick got hard when the boys got naked.  "He's sucking your dick".
"Thats right baby".  "You put your dick in his ass.  Are you going to do
that to me?  Won't it hurt".  "Not if we do it right.  I will never hurt
you I promise.  But yes I want to make love to you Tyler".  "Okay daddy".

"All the boys are grown up now but we are going to visit them. We can stay
at the house with them.  I think your going to like it there.  It will take
us about six hours to get there.  Eric has a little boy of his own now.
Little RJ is my god son he's four.  The whole family sort of adopted me
when I was working out there. Especally Eric.  I haven't seem them in about
seven years".  I picked Tyler up and took him to the couch.  He spread his
legs for me and I sucked his 2 1/2 inch cock into my mouth.  I licked his
balls and returned to his cocklet.  He had a dry orgasm in my mouth.

He wrapped his hand around my cock and played with it.  He licked my cock
head while he pumped me.  His other hand started to play with my balls.  I
wasn't going to last long.  I warned him and he just kept going.  I shot
all over him.  He rubbed my cum all over him and on to his cock and balls.
"I love you daddy".  "I love you to Tyler".

My cell phone went off. It was Detective Markson.  "Where are you?".  "RV
park on I-90 why?"  "Ron Hayes was found murdered".  "I had nothing to do
with it.  I got fresh water and dumped the waste tank.  I took a spot for
the night.  Tyler and I have been here since" "Can you come back to town?".
"Yeah, give me an hour or so we need to clean up".

I picked Tyler up and went to the shower.  He boned up again as I washed
him.  He had his second dry orgasm of the day.  Mine was not dry.  I dried
him and me and I dressed him and then got dressed.  I started the cruiser
and drove back to town to see Markson.

Six hours later he was convinced that I didn't have any involvement.  I
said "What about the other boy.  Hayes put a beating on the kid".
"Possible but not likely.  The boys father is about five foot two and
weighs about 100 pounds soaking wet.  Where are you heading?".  "Fort Dodge
Iowa.  To late to pull out now so I will park at St Michaels for the night
and leave in the morning if it alright with you".  "Yeah Okay".

"By the way what happened to Hayes out of curiosity?"  "Someone took a car
battery and wired his balls.  A neighbor found him with his head in the
toilet".  "Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy".  "Yeah I know, thats why
I thought of you.  Get out of here".

I parked at St. Michaels and took Tyler to get hair cuts.  I told him he
could have anything he wanted.  He cut his the same as mine.  He actually
did look like my son.  We went to the ophanage and I fixed squeaky beds.
We were just in time for the boys showers.  Forty naked boys on parade. As
most of them came out of the shower chamber they all had hard ons as did
Tyler and I.  Tyler talked to the boys he shared a dorm with.  He convinced
them to let me put their pajamas on for them.  I at least got to feel them
up.  The oldest did have a nice package.

I took Tyler back to the cruiser and we climbed into bed.  He got on top of
me and I had my cock in the crack of his small ass.  He made me cum again.
I sucked him off and started to finger fuck his little ass.  He climaxed
and we fell asleep with him on my chest.

In the morning we had breakfast and cleaned up.  I started the cruiser and
drove west with him in the captains chair.  We stopped for lunch on the
way.  We got to the farm just about supper time.  I pulled in the driveway
and parked on the grass.  I hit the auto leveler switch and the rig
balanced itself.  I told Tyler "Go ring the bell and say you are lost and
looking for your cousins".  He got a shit eating grin on his face and
jumped down and ran to the door.

Pete opened the door. He first looked at Tyler then up at the cruiser.  I
hit the speakers with AC/DC 'Thunder Struck'.  More faces appeared.  I got
out of the cruiser.  Pete tackled me and knocked me off my feet "Uncle RJ"
Brian was right behind him.  Eric, Alexa and little RJ were next.  I never
had a chance.  Tyler joined in and it soon became pile on the rabbit.  They
finally let me up to greet the adults.  Bill and Bruce, Karen and Jill.  I
said to Karen "Any chance of getting some food in him, his ribs are
sticking out".  Karen said "And who is this fine looking young man?".
"This is Tyler, He is my son.  Well as soon as the paperwork is complete".

I picked up little RJ.  He piped up "I'm RJ, I'm four".  I said "I know my
name is RJ too".  "Huh you have the same name as me" Everyone chuckled.
This boy is going to be drop dead gorgous.  Blond toe head, bright blue
eyes.  He should be both his parents are also good looking. Eric said "RJ
this is your god father, you are named after him".  "Okay".  Karen led us
into the house to the kitchen.  Nothing has changed over the years.  The
portions of food would feed a small army.  With teenagers in the house no
surprise.

After supper the focus changed to the cruiser.  Everyone went over every
inch of it and opened everything.  I asked Bill. "You ever do anything with
the old pad site for the mobile home?".  He said "No.  The pad is still
there.  Planning on staying a while".  "Until the adoption paperwork is
complete I need to setup a perminent residence.  The house back east is for
sale and should go under contract anytime. If you don't mind I'll park the
cruiser on the pad.  I plan on putting Tyler into school until things get
settled.  I need to make some modifications to apease the judge".

"Speaking of which I don't know what you said to him but thank you.  Thank
you all".  Bill said "All we needed to tell him is what you did for Eric.
I also gave him the short version of the PJ rescue mission in Columbia with
Steven.  I take it by now Tyler knows of your preferences".  I nodded.  "We
didn't think it was relative that you are a boy lover".  I had to laugh.
"I showed Tyler the video of Vail yesterday".  "Jesus, anything else?".
"No just the Vail ski trip".  "Welcome home RJ and to you as well Tyler".

"Is Doc Hargrove still practicing, I want Tyler checked out".  "Yes of
course, we can call him and setup an appointment".  Eric came to me and
wrapped his arms around me with tears in his eyes.  "I've missed you.  I
think we all have".  Brian and Pete joined in.  Tyler said "Hey don't break
my daddy".  I asked what everyone was doing. Brian and Pete were
lifeguarding and teaching swim lessons at the YMCA.  "Good teach Tyler
after school".

I put Tyler in the school system and spoke to Principal Winston. I got his
curriculum for this year and next. I downloaded all the text books to the
computer along with the teachers study plans. I got him notebooks and
everything else a kid could use. Tyler was good to go when the adoption
finally came through.

I sent updated plans to Custom Cruisers and had them make the sliding
panels that would become his bedroom. I went to a baby, kid bedroom store
with him.  I was only going to get one twin bed, but he liked the idea of
the bunk beds.  It would still fit so bunk beds it was.  We had everything
in one of Bill's pickups.  He snuggled to me and said "You're not actually
going to make me sleep there right?"'.  "No I'm gonna make you sleep on the
roof" and tickled his sides.  He has such a beautiful little laugh.

Two weeks passed, all status quo.  The panels came for the cruiser and
Tylers room was complete.  I moved the other couch/pull out to the cargo
bay with the Harley with help from the boys.  With Karens food he was
starting to fill out.  The swimming lessons were working as well.  Judge
Meyer's clerk called and said the adoption paperwork is complete. They
would forward it to Judge Hartman's office or we could come back to
Illinois.

6.  The Knockout Punch.

Tyler was straddled over my chest, naked playing with my hair.  I was
rubbing his back and his ass.  He said "You know Brian and Pete are always
together. They work together, play everything".  "Yes, they have always
been like that ever since I've known them.  They are cousins but they are
more like twins. Eric is almost the same. When I lived here before I just
called them the boys".

He paused for a moment "Can I have a brother, daddy?".

To be continued.

Hope you enjoy the story.  Its getting long so here is as good as any to
make a break.

RJ