Date: Sat, 25 May 2002 14:00:09 -0400
From: readersstop@netscape.net
Subject: POP  Section 2(LJB)(MM BB con 1st anal oral slow)( 2/14)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.

If you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you
get any mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex
relationships, read no farther.

This is a story about the inter-relationships of males of differing ages.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 3

We were back to the club about 3:a.m.  John and Cliff came up to the
apartment with us, after calling in for their lunch break, so they could
stay for half an hour.  I had gone into the treatment room at the hospital
and talked with Timmy before we left.  He was quite alert and conversive,
given the circumstances.

"Hi, Timmy.  I'm David."  I re-introduced myself.  "I don't know if you
remember me holding you while we rode over here in the patrol car."

"I remember."  he answered.  "You said Tom was at your apartment.  Is he
okay ?"

"Yes, I believe he is."  I assured him.  "He is going to need a lot of rest
and recovery time, just like you.  In a few minutes they're going to let
you come home with me.  You and Tom and I are going to live together for
awhile to see how we get along.  Is that going to be okay with you ?"

"Did they take George away ?"  he asked.

"Yes and he's never going to come back again."  I said.

"And we're going to live with you ?"  he questioned.

"Yes.  We're going to see how we all like living together."  I repeated.

"Okay."  he agreed.  "As long as I'm with Tom, the rest doesn't matter."

I looked at this little man trying to enforce in myself he was 10 years
old.  In spite of all that had happened to him, he was putting on a brave
front.  Inside, I knew he must be frightened and in turmoil.  He was about
4' tall with blonde hair and blue eyes.  I could not see his body, but knew
he would be gaunt and excessively thin from the report the Doctors had
given.  The bandaging around his wrists and ankles where the skin had been
rubbed raw looked as if it were wrapped around match sticks.  His fair
colouring was so opposite Tom's I wondered if they were indeed full
brothers.

We called ahead to let Brenda know we were on our way back.  She reported
all had been quiet there.  The Doctor had come by and checked Tom over.
Bruised, strained and undernourished, Tom also had a bronchial infection
and had been given an injection and placed on antibiotics.  Brenda had
looked in on him a short while ago and found him sound asleep.  I carried
Timmy home wrapped in the same blanket in which he had been delivered to me
from the house.  It seems when the Troopers found him he was naked and no
clothing had been retrieved for him.

Timmy was alert when we arrived and quite taken with the club and then the
apartment.  He wandered around draped in his blanket, looking at everything
in the apartment, checking the view and having a look at the bedroom I had
designated as his.  I gave him a protein shake to drink, knowing from the
Doctor's list of foods it would help to get his system stabilized.  He
enjoyed John and Cliff's attention and was very impressed with both of
them.  They were in fact, very impressive.

John Stewart was a lot like Timmy in his blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was
a big man, about 24 years old and 6'2".  His wide shoulders and his
muscular arms showed as he slipped off his tunic top and wore only the
short sleeved uniform shirt.  A solid build was highlighted by his trim
waist and hips and he displayed a considerable bulge at his crotch while he
was sitting.

Cliff Davis on the other hand was much more like Tom.  Also a big man of
about 24 years, he stood at 6'3" of prime beef.  His dark toned skin, black
hair and dark brown eyes gave him a seductively mysterious appeal.  He had
the appearance of a man who trained with weights, his tight shirt
reflecting the definition of his chest when he moved.  His pants hung in
the back not from his waist, but from a solid butt which jutted out just
enough for the material to curve over it at the top.  Another well packed
crotch was evident when he moved, either sitting or standing.  I noticed
several times during the night Dex had taken in all the sights as well, for
both of these sexy men.

Cliff and John helped to put Timmy to bed before they left, demonstrating a
rapid growing attachment for the youngster.  They took Brenda home as well.
I looked in on Timmy in five minutes to say goodnight and found him almost
asleep.  Dex decided to stay, as he would be coming back to open up at
6:a.m., so he flaked out in the fourth bedroom.  I'm really glad I decided
to leave the unit as one, with eight spare rooms when we renovated.  The
space on the third floor was so big it just seemed like the appropriate
thing to do.  It looks like they are going to be of more use to me than I
ever anticipated.

When the apartment was silent again, I sat and had a mineral water while I
thought about all the things which had happened in the past few hours.  I
was now a Father.  My parents would be so surprised if they were still
alive.  As wonderful as they had been when I came out to them, I know they
always regretted there would be no grandchildren.  It was also the one
regret I had about being a single gay male.  Growing up I had always
imagined myself with children and now, for a period anyway, I had some.

What did I have ?  I had a 14 year old boy/man, who looked 16 or 17, who
could display a quick wit, friendly personality and responded to a strong,
older male authority.  There was no doubt in my mind he was `street- wise'
and I also had to wonder how experienced he was sexually.  Was that going
to present an added dimension to the turmoil these boys had to resolve ?
There was an unsettled nagging in the back of my mind about him being
outside in the cold tonight when I found him.  This was going to take some
sorting out on my part.  I also had a 10 year old who to my mind seemed way
beyond his 10 years cognitively.  He would take special care, monitoring
and patience to help him through a recovery period.  There were also going
to be emotional problems to deal with.  But on the other hand, the help of
at least 4 people who I felt were reliable and trustworthy was readily
available.

When 6:a.m. rolled around I was still not tired, continuing to ride the
adrenaline wave of the previous night.  I decided not to wake Dex and went
down to open up the club for the morning crowd.  Things got busy and it was
9:a.m. before I realized the time had passed so quickly.  Theo came in
early to teach a 10 o'clock class for over stressed executives and I had
him watch the desk while I went upstairs to check on things.  I woke Dex,
who was upset at first he had not gotten up earlier, but settled when I
told him everything was fine and he would be needed downstairs in about
half an hour to take over from Theo.

I reflected briefly as I was speaking with Dex.  This 28 year old bundle of
power had impressed me since the first time I met him.  He had arrived at
his interview with an "I'm here to work, where do I start ?" attitude which
burst forth with a happy, enjoyable personality.  As I had expected, he dug
right into his job the day he started and by the end of his first week was
pushing me for more to do.  I told him I wanted him to get to know each
member personally and by the end of the first month he knew everyone by
name, where they worked, what they did, the type of exercise program they
were on and intimacies about their families and lives.  He was a "people
person" through and through, but he also had a head on his shoulders for
business.  Naturally, I had pegged him already for the Manager position
when I left and I knew he would be a success.

Dexter Hyatt was about 5'10".  He had light brown hair which he wore in a
brush cut.  His eyes were a light green.  This man was 100% muscle from the
tips of his ears to the soles of his feet.  He had worked out for years and
had peak definition.  I think he could have been in competition and would
not be surprised if he had been at some time.  It was interesting to watch
the members' reaction to Dex when he stripped off his shirt to demonstrate,
or if they were present when he went through his regimen of exercise,
topless and in shorts.  Those with gay proclivities usually drooled and
fawned, while the straight men stood back and tried not to let anyone
notice them admire his body.  Dex had never given any indication of his
sexual inclinations, except earlier last night and I think I was the only
one to notice his reactions to the inspiring men who had spent part of the
night helping us.  Dex was a dominant personality and he was looking for
playmates.

When I checked on Timmy, he was still sound asleep.  Tom was awake and
laying in bed trying to remember where he was and decide what he should do.
His happiness to see me when I entered the room was visible.  He was very
stiff and sore and I suggested a soak in the bath tub before breakfast.  He
had a thousand questions, but the first one was about Timmy.  I could see
the relief in his face when he learned Timmy was in the next room, sound
asleep.  When the tub was filled with steamy, hot water and Epsom salts, I
helped Tom settle into it and left him to soak.

I couldn't think of an easier, more filling, protein and starch rich
breakfast than French Toast, so that is what I prepared.  Another good
thing about it was I could keep it warm for quite awhile if I needed to.
Dex had a couple servings with some maple syrup poured over them before he
went downstairs.  After fifteen minutes I went back and helped Tom out of
the tub, getting dried and put the robe back on.  Doing this jarred my
memory and I called Brenda to talk to her about clothes for the boys.  She
said it would be no problem and she would bring some in with her.  I didn't
know what she had planned, but she just took it in stride.

Tom and I then sat and had breakfast.  I pumped another protein shake into
him while telling him what had happened last night, both with him and with
Timmy.  His recollections were foggy, but I found this morning his mind was
very sharp and clear.  I also told him about the proposed living
arrangements.

"How do you feel about staying with me ?"  I asked him.

"I will do anything you wish me to do, Sir."  he responded.

"Tom, I'm not looking for slave labour."  I advised him, choosing my words
carefully to note his reactions.  "I'm looking for a son."  He stopped
eating and stared at me for a long time.

"We have lived with George since our parents died."  he finally said.  "He
is our cousin, our father's nephew and the only relative we know about.
It's been about four years.  I have been a slave to George for so long, I
don't know how to relate to an adult man any other way.  He has done things
to me and forced me to do things.  I am barely fit to be your slave.  You
really don't want me as a son."

"Tom," I said softly, "the things George did to you and made you do, bring
no shame or blame to you.  You managed to survive and to bring Timmy
through this alive.  Those are the only important issues.  I have already
seen you are an intelligent, ambitious, young man.  You have many fine
qualities which you are now going to have a chance to use and develop.  I
will be proud to have you and Timmy be my sons while we get things
straightened out for you, if you are willing."  Tom stared at me again for
awhile.

"Will you allow me to ease into this slowly, Sir."  he asked.  "I would
like to be here with you and I know you will be kind to Timmy."

"You can take all the time you need, Tom."  I assured him.  "You and Timmy
are both safe here for as long as you want to stay."

"Thank you, Sir."  he responded.  After breakfast was done I gave Tom a
couple more pain relievers which the Doctor had left and insisted he lay
down for awhile.  Ten minutes later I looked in on him and he was sound
asleep again.

Brenda arrived at almost the exact moment Timmy came out of his room.  He
had forsaken the blanket which he had been forced to wear last night for
the robe I left in his room.  Even the smallest size we had in the stock
cupboard downstairs was huge on him, but I'm sure it was more comfortable
than the blanket.

"Morning, Sunshine."  she greeted him and I saw the slight flicker of a
smile at the corners of his mouth.  "I did this quick," she said turning to
me, "but there should be things here each of them can wear for now, until
we get out shopping with them."  She dragged a laundry bag out of the
elevator behind her.  It was filled to the brim.

Dumping the bag on the couch she started sorting items into two piles, one
obviously of larger sizes than the other.  When she finished she picked
part of one pile up and turning to Timmy, who had been standing beside her
watching, handed it to him.

"Take these into your room and get dressed, Sunshine."  she instructed him.
"I'll help you later put away the things you don't use now."  He trotted
off with his prizes.  "The only problem I had," she again turned to me,
"was with shoes, but I have several different sizes being dropped off
later.  I'll bring them up when they come."  She turned and was gone before
my `thank you' was hardly out of my mouth.

A few minutes later, Timmy emerged again from his room, this time dressed
in shirt, jeans and socks.  He had a big smile on his face and it was easy
to tell he was pleased with the items he had selected.

"What am I to call you, Sir ?"  he questioned as he walked toward me.  I
thought for a moment.

"I suppose Mr. Merrill is too formal."  I muttered to myself, but noticed
Timmy nodded his head in agreement.  "How would Uncle David be ?"  I asked,
but he just frowned and shook his head.  "Is David too casual ?"  I wanted
to know.  He nodded, indicating he was not comfortable with it.

"How about `Pop'."  he suggested.  "I don't think we should call you Dad,
but both Tom and me could call you `Pop'."  I thought about it and I could
see no problem, so I nodded.

"Good.  What's for breakfast, Pop ?"  he asked with a giggle.  His smile
was infectious and for the first time I realized how cute this young guy
really was.  Everyone would be falling in love with him in no time.


Chapter 4

For a little fella he could make the French Toast disappear remarkably
fast.  He was packing away his third piece and finishing off his protein
shake when the telephone rang.  Timmy jumped at the sudden sound and I
realized he was still very much uncertain and on edge.

The call was from Ms. Grolier, the agent for Children's Services.  She made
an appointment to come and see us at 4 o'clock.  She seemed very anxious to
talk to us and I had the sense there was something she wanted to tell me,
but could not at this time.

When Timmy finished eating, I turned the TV on in the entertainment area
and he chose to watch one of the children's' stations with cartoons and
puppet characters dominating the transmission.  I scooped up the pile of
clothing for Tom and took it quietly into his room, placing it on his
dresser.  As I turned to leave, he spoke quietly.

"I'm awake, Sir.  Is there something I can do for you now, Sir ?"  I
ignored, but mentally noted, the subtle implication in his question.

"If you feel up to it," I responded, "you can find what you wish to wear in
the pile of clothing and get dressed.  And your brother has decided I'm to
be addressed as `Pop', not `Dad', or `Sir', or anything else."  He pushed
himself up in bed and looked over to me.

"And that's okay with you, Si.... ?"  he questioned.

"It's perfectly okay with me."  I replied.  "In fact, I think it was a very
appropriate choice."

"I'll try to remember."  he responded.  He sat up on the side of his bed
and pushed the robe off his shoulders, stood up naked and walked over to
the dresser without any apparent embarrassment at my presence.  I noticed
the marking on his body had lost some of their colour and he seemed to be
moving easier.  The swelling to his face had decreased.

"You are feeling better."  I stated.  "I'm going to call down and see when
Dex is free to give you a light massage.  I also want you to soak in the
whirlpool and hot tub again today."  He had pulled out a shirt and slacks
from the pile.  "You not into wearing boxers or jockeys ?"  I asked.

"I have not been allowed to.  I always had to be ready and available if
George decided he wanted me."  he explained, hanging his head.  This
finally confirmed to me for certain about him being sexually abused.  "Do
you want me to do something else ?"

"I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable doing."  I explained.  "I
was not criticizing, only questioning, so I can understand about the
choices you make.  You may do whatever you prefer and if I tell you to do
something, I will explain the reason and you may question its validity at
any time you choose.  Now do whatever you prefer."  Tom looked through the
pile again and found a pair of boxer shorts which he pulled on.

He chose a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt to wear and I must say he
potentially presented a handsome figure when his bruising was healed and
several pounds had been added to him.  When Timmy saw him he ran to Tom and
wrapped his arms around him tightly.  I heard a little groan escape from
Tom, but thought he could best deal with Timmy if it were too much.  They
sat down together and talked and I left them alone, so they could share
some private time.  I opened some mineral water and poured it into glasses
over ice.  Taking two glasses out to the boys I handed each one and told
them both they were to concentrate on drinking fluids for the rest of the
day.

"Pop, are you going to give us a list of rules about living in your
apartment ?"  Timmy asked.

"I don't think we need a list of rules."  I answered.  "We will all try to
be considerate of each other, help each other whenever we can and respect
each other's feelings.  And this is not my apartment, it is our home.  It
became our home when I invited both of you to live here and you accepted."

"Why are you having us here, Sir ?"  Tom asked.  "Until last night you had
only seen me a few times and Timmy was unknown to you."

"You boys need some help."  I replied.  "I need some help too.  I'm hoping
we can help each other and all come out ahead."

"What kind of help do you need, Pop ?"  Timmy queried.  "I would like to
help you."

"Thank you, Timmy."  I responded.  "I need some help in learning to allow
people to be close to me again.  I have just moved on, the past few years,
before I got to know others too well, so no one has meant anything special
to me.  I need to experience having someone, or two someones, to love and
care about for a change.  You guys can help me learn and then I will be a
better person."

"So we can live here," Tom reviewed, "and all we have to do is let you `get
close to us' and 'love us'."

"No, Tom."  I answered.  "I can understand after all you've been through if
you are baiting me over this, but I think you know the difference.  I hope
we get close to each other emotionally.  There will be no sexual getting
close as you so cleverly infer.  The physical relationships I have are with
my peers, not with my children."  I think I saw a mix of relief and
disappointment in Tom and I didn't understand Timmy well enough to
determine how he was accepting what was being said.

We sat together and talked for about an hour.  I found out their positive
experiences were very limited.  They had been denied almost everything in
their lives.  Television, radio and music were special treats and their
diets had been mostly sugared cereals and bread.  I found myself becoming
very upset and even physically ill as they described the conditions under
which they had been living.  Much of it I found beyond my ability to
comprehend how a human being could treat children in such an abhorrent
manner.  The boys were open and free in their discussions and seemed to
share with me comfortably.  We did not delve into any issues of specific
abuse at this initial disclosure.

Just before noon, Brenda rang and asked to come up.  I released the
elevator setting and she appeared within a few minutes with another bag,
smaller than before.  This one contained shoes and the four of us sat on
the floor, Brenda and I matching pairs and the boys trying on different
shoes.  After a very short time a usable pair of runners, a pair of
slippers and a pair of hard shoes were found for each.  We all thanked
Brenda for her efforts, both for this and the earlier delivery of clothing.
She was pleased and commented how good both boys looked in what they had
selected to wear.  I noted she made a point of hugging each of them and
giving them a kiss on the cheek or forehead before she left.

As breakfasts had been rather late, no one was anxious for a noon time
lunch.  Instead, I took the boys downstairs and showed them through the
club.  During the course of the tour I learned Timmy could not swim and
gave our pool a wary eye as we walked around it.  This seemed like an area
where I could help him and it would allow us some time together.  Tom
expressed some interest in the exercise equipment and weights and I knew
Dex and possibly our young State Troopers might be interested in guiding
him.  I knew I needed to have a talk with Dex about handling Tom, as I was
certain he was very pliable and I would expect a dominated relationship
would be established quickly if I did not intercede.

The opportunity for such a talk came in mid-afternoon as Brenda decided to
feed the boys at the snack counter and Dex was available just then.  I
asked him to step with me into the management office where we could sit and
chat.

"Dex, I hope you know I like you very much and you've done an excellent job
since starting with the club."  I stated.

"But you're going to fire me, aren't you, David ?"  Dex added, with a
dismal look.  "I knew you saw me last night checking out Cliff and John, I
just knew it."

"I have no intention of firing you, now or anytime."  I replied.  He looked
at me with surprise on his face which turned quickly to happiness.

"Oh, thank you, David."  he spouted.  "I've been so concerned you would
feel I was invading your territory when I was checking out John and Cliff
last night.  I was sure I would have to go."

"I have no problem with you taking an interest in others, within your own
framework."  I counseled.  "I do want it clearly understood that with Tom
being so vulnerable now, I don't want his submissiveness exploited.  I
question that he is truly submissive and he needs time to heal and develop
properly according to his own needs and desires."

"I would never exploit the boys, Sir."  Dex assured me, looking hurt I
would suggest the possibility.  "They're just kids and I would never think
of pursuing anyone that young.  I might push the two young cops though."
He got a big grin on his face.

"Thanks for understanding, Dex.  Your friendship is going to be as
important to these boys as it already is to me."  I said.  His eyes
sparkled with this recognition.  "And I wish you luck in your undertaking."

I later found out that night about 9:30 p.m. Dex was locking up and heading
for the showers when there was a knock on the glass of the front door.  He
changed his direction of travel and on reaching the door recognized the two
massive figures as John and Cliff, even though they were not dressed in
their uniforms.  Dex opened the door and admitted the men.  They had a
night off and wondered if Dex would show them the exercise equipment.
Though tired, Dex wasn't going to pass up this ideal opportunity and led
them into the changing room, so they could all don their exercise gear.

Cliff and John selected lockers on either side of Dex's and proceeded to
remove their clothing.  Dex was changing from his staff sweats to his
exercise gear.  When he was as naked as the two big cops, Cliff made a
comment.

"See, asshole."  Cliff addressed John.  "I told you he'd be pretty well
hung for a little dude."  He reached over and gave Dex's nipple a little
tweak.  "Got nice titties too."

"Did I give you permission to touch my nipple, Son ?"  Dex asked Cliff in a
stern, no nonsense voice.  There was dead silence in the room.  Cliff
looked into Dex's eyes, but couldn't hold the stare and dropped his eyes to
the floor.  "I asked you a question, Boy."  Dex said more forcefully.

"No. Sir."  Cliff replied quietly, still looking at the floor.  John
snickered, but stopped as Dex's piercing eyes caught his and he too lowered
his head.

"Turn around and bend over, Son."  Dex instructed Cliff.  Without a moments
hesitation, Cliff complied.  As his cheeks parted slightly, Dex could see
the strands of black hair protruding from his ass crease around a tan
coloured pucker.  The smack resounded throughout the changing room and the
hot, red hand print on Cliff's left cheek glowed.  "Now, what was that for,
Son ?"

"Touching without asking, Sir."  Cliff reported.

"You're a smart boy."  Dex said.  "Now, you."  Dex turned and looked at
John.  "Over you go."  The same sound echoed again from the walls and
another bright red badge appeared, this time on John's flank.  "And what
was that for ?"

"I'm not sure, Sir."  John replied, uncertain whether or not to admit his
ignorance.

"That's for letting your partner get himself into a mess and then laughing
at him."  Dex informed them both.  "If one falls, you both fall.  Is that
clear ?"

"Yes, Sir."  the tall, young men trumpeted together.

"Glad you understand, Boys."  Dex smiled.  "Now on your knees.  My dick
needs sucking and my ass needs rimming.  Get to it."

"Yes, Sir."  they trumpeted again with vigor.