Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 15:00:04 EDT
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff, Chapter 19

The following story is a work of gay fiction.  If the subject matter is
offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This story the
property of the author and may not be reproduces without permission.  John
Tucker, JETjt@aol.com


				SUPER JEFF

			     Chapter Nineteen

RICK'S POV

The country club was beautiful. We had taken Doctor Richards' large
Mercedes sedan which had a trunk large enough to carry the golf clubs for
not only Jeff and Chris but also for Doug who we'd picked up on the
way. Jeff had arranged for a set for me which would be on the cart at the
country club. After parking and entering the pro-shop Jeff stepped to the
check-in desk.

"Hi Jeff," a man whose name tag identified him as `Darryl Farmer' said in
greeting as he handed Jeff the ticket to be signed.

"Good to see you Darryl," Jeff replied smiling.

"I was surprised when the reservation boys told me you had made a tee
time^Å I mean ^Å like^Å. uh^Å like your parents and all," he sputtered.

"Oh the newspaper thing," Jeff said nonchalantly, "Big mistake. Bad
identification."

"I'm really, really glad," Darryl said with relief. "I was concerned."

"Thanks Darryl. How are the times running this morning?" Jeff asked.

"We're right on time," responded the Pro. "You should have just enough time
to warm up and hit a few balls if you'd like."

"That will be great." Jeff said smiling and waving me closer.

I stepped up to the counter.

"Rick, I'd like you to meet Darryl Farmer the Head Pro here. Darryl, Rick
is my sister Amanda's boyfriend from college. He's playing with us
today. He'll need a glove, some balls, tees and all that. Fix him up would
you?  Just put it on my bill."

"Nice to meet you Rick," Darryl said as he offered his hand. "We think a
great deal of Jeff. He has real possibilities."

"As a golfer?" I asked with a grin.

"He's really good," Darryl said nodding. I looked for Jeff and he'd stepped
back with Chris and Doug.

"Say Jeff," Darryl said in a loud voice to get Jeff's attention.  Jeff
looked over at us.

"Are you going to play in the club championship next week?"

"I'd like to," Jeff replied.

"I'll sign you up," Darryl said. "Who do you want as a caddy?"

"I'll furnish my own," Jeff said winking at Chris.

"Okay, the tee off time will be 8:00 AM on Tuesday."

"I'll be here," Jeff said.

By the time the conversation was over Darryl had placed two sleeves of
Titleist balls, a new glove, and two packs of tees on the counter. I had
borrowed a golfing hat from Jeff earlier and as I scooped up the items,
Jeff stepped back over and signed the ticket.

The next 45 minutes were spent on the driving range and practice greens. I
was glad I'd taken up golf early as it was plain that Jeff was very good,
and Doug was no slouch himself. I was more surprised at Chris however; as
Jeff told me he was a beginner. He hit the ball well on the practice range
and was pretty good judging putts.

"What's your handicap?" Jeff asked as we walked over to the carts getting
ready to play.

"When I played seriously, I was a 5," I answered. "I doubt that I can play
to that number now."

"Doug is a 5 now," I said. "Chris is about a 20, though he's improving
fast. Chris and I will stand you and Doug in total score per team."

"What are we playing for?" I asked.

"The drinks afterward," Jeff said smiling.

"It's okay with me," I replied, "but it doesn't seem fair to you. Chris
doesn't have that much experience. How about if we give you 5 strokes a
side?"

"Make it 3 strokes a side and we've got a deal," Jeff replied. "I'm a
scratch golfer and I told you that Chris is getting better. We all get to
help our partner line up his putts too. That will be an advantage to you
since Doug's a member and knows the greens."

"Done," I agreed.

Doug and I climbed into our cart, with Doug driving since he knew his way
around. Jeff climbed into the driver's seat of the second cart, just as our
foursome was announced as being `on deck'. We drove over to the starter and
were told to go to the number one hole.  As we arrived, the group ahead was
teeing off and we stayed back so as to not distract them. As they drove off
down the fairway, we drove up to the tee box, got our clubs and climbed
onto the box, then flipped a tee to see who would hit first. Chris won the
honors. I'm sure he was nervous when it was time to hit, so I was surprised
when his tee shot went straight down the middle about 245 yards. We all
out-drove him of course, but I was in the rough and Doug hit a shot not
much longer than Chris'. Jeff hit last and ripped a shot down the middle
325 yards in perfect position for his approach shot of 110 yards. When we
got to Chris' ball, he got out of the cart, picked a 5 wood for his 195
yard shot into the wind, and punched it up on the green, stopping 10 feet
from the flag. Doug's second shot reached a greenside trap and I knocked my
ball completely over the green. Jeff hit his approach shot within 3 feet of
the pin. Somehow I knew that we'd been snookered.

When we finished playing the course I added up the scores. I shot a 76
which I thought was good for me, but not spectacular. Doug shot a 75,
giving us a combined total of 151. Chris shot an 82 and Jeff shot a 68,
giving them a total of 150. We were beat even without the strokes we'd so
generously given.

"Chris, I'm impressed with your play," I said as afterward we sat in the
bar sipping our soft drinks.

"Thanks Rick," Chris replied. "I guess it was just a matter of good
coaching and a lot of luck."

"I'm pretty sure about the good coaching," I countered, "but I doubt it was
luck. In fact, if not for a couple of bad breaks, you could have easily
broken 80, and maybe by several strokes."

"If I can get him down to where he can shoot consistently at 77 or better,"
Jeff added, "I think he'll make the school's golf team."

"Fat chance of that," Chris replied.

"Hey," Jeff said, "don't doubt it. Only a bit over a month ago you had just
broken 100."

"Wow," I commented expressing my surprise. "That's amazing!" It took me two
years to break 80 and you're nearly there in only a few weeks!"

"Chris is a natural athlete and is just now discovering it," declared Jeff
with pride.

"You really think so?" Chris asked with a questioning look, obviously
having never considered such a thing.

"As sure as I'm sitting here next to you," Jeff answered, adding a
reassuring wink and nod to his cute boyfriend.

I could tell that Chris' was eating up the praise, yet I could see from the
blush on his face a hint of shyness that showed a lingering lack of
self-confidence. I had no doubt that Jeff would take care of that.

"Hey guys, I've got a joke for ya," Jeff said grinning.

"Lay it on us Bubba," I responded grinning back in anticipation.

Chris didn't seem as delighted as me. He must have heard Jeff's jokes
before I surmised.

Jeff began.

"An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.  As
he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him."

"She turned to the cowboy and asked, `Are you a real cowboy?'"

"He replied, `Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows ,
going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring
calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my
dogs, so I guess that I am a cowboy.'"

"She said, `I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole life thinking about women. As
soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I
think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about
women when I eat. It seems everything makes me think of women.'"

"The two sat sipping in silence."

"A little while later, another man arrived and sat down on the other side
of the old cowboy and asked, `Are you a real cowboy?'"

"He replied, `I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a
lesbian'."

The roar of laugher rose over the somewhat noisy atmosphere of the
clubroom. A number of heads turned our way trying to see what was so funny.

"Good one Jeff," I lauded.

"Just don't ask him to do poetry," Chris derided.

"Hey my poetry^Å"

"^Åsucks," finished Chris.

Doug and I laughed at Chris' one-upmanship of Jeff.

"Okay Mr. Smarty Pants, you tell a joke," Jeff challenged.

Chris thought a moment, then nodding, began.

"Teacher: `Class, it's an interesting linguistic fact that, in English, a
double negative forms a positive. In some languages though, such as
Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no
language in which a double positive can form a negative.'"

"Student: `Yeah, right.'"

I laughed heartily as did Jeff and Doug. `That boy is smart,' I concluded
to myself.

"I've got one," Doug said, getting into the spirit. He started his story
with a decidedly Norwegian accent:

"Sven and Ole go to the beach. After a couple of hours, Sven says, `This
ain't no fun. How come da girls ain't friendly t' me?'"

"Ole says, `Vell, I tell ya Sven, maybe if ya put a potato in your swim
trunks it vould help.'"

"So Sven does, but he comes back to Ole later, and he says, `I tried vhat
ya tol' me wit' da potato, but it didn' help.'"

"Ole says, `No Sven^Å you're suppose to put da potato in the front!"

I thought Jeff would never quit laughing. Though he was loudly joined by
Chris and me in laughter, he got into a giggling jag, and couldn't
stop. His face turned red as the other golfers in the pub turned to look at
him. Finally out of breath and using all his will power he got control of
his laughter.

"Let's get out of here and pick up our clubs out front," Doug suggested.

The word got him and Jeff started giggling again. Standing, in spite of his
laugher, he staggered to the bar to sign the ticket and waving at the
bartender he gasped, "Bill!"

The bartender slipped him the ticket for the drinks, which Jeff quickly
signed as he held his breath between outbursts of giggles, then he stumbled
out the door to the outside. Finally away from the crowd, he emitted one
last giggle, and then calmed down for good.

We had caught up with him by the time he stopped laughing.

"I'm gonna get you Dougie," Jeff threatened, waggling his finger at Doug.

"Why pick on me Richards?" Doug said defensively. "Anyway, you started it."

"I guess you're right," Jeff admitted with a foolish grin, "but I still owe
ya one."

CHRIS' POV

Golf was fun and I couldn't believe how well I played. For some reason I
felt so much more in control than usual. Maybe the little pause in our
practice routine had helped. Anyway, Jeff and I won, though he ended up
buying the drinks after his embarrassing giggle jag.  I wasn't embarrassed
for me though. He could have farted in front of the Pope and I'd have not
cared. I love him.

We took Doug home then headed home ourselves.

Amanda, Ben and Jon were waiting for us when we arrived.

"How was your game, guys?" Mandy asked.

"It was great Sweetheart," Rick replied as he gave Mandy a smile and a
quick kiss. "Jeff and Chris kicked our butts, though."

"I would hardly call beating you guys by one stroke much of a kick," I
offered.

"Who did you play with?" Amanda asked.

"It was my friend Doug Jacobs," Jeff replied for Rick. "You might remember
him."

"Does he have an older brother named David?" Mandy questioned.

"Yes, I think he's going to Cal Tech.," Jeff ventured.

"Now I know who he is," she said. "David was in my class in High School. He
was cute and as I remember Doug was too."

"Must be the right guy," Jeff responded. "Doug is very good looking."

"He sure is," I agreed.

"I might guess that you guys would notice," Mandy kidded.

"I think he's cute too," Rick kidded.

"Don't go there," Mandy warned.

We all laughed.

"What did you guys do while we were gone?" Jeff asked Amanda

"I dragged Ben and Jon out to lunch," reported Mandy. "It was fun but they
wanted to come back right afterward. Since then they disappeared into their
room and I haven't seen them at all. I called a couple of old friends and
did a little catching up. It seems like everyone is off to college or busy
working somewhere. Several have gotten married. I think that when you're in
high school your friends seem permanent, and I guess in some ways they are,
but mostly as a fond memory.  It doesn't take long for everyone to go off
in different directions."

"I found that to be true too," Rick agreed.

"Oh, we have an invitation for dinner," Mandy announced. "I accepted for us
all."

"Who are we going to dinner with?" Jeff asked.

"Tyler Turner and his whole family," she answered.

"I thought they were in San Diego," I commented.

"They were. They have a condo there, but they also have a motor
yacht. They're sailing up here as we speak. We're to meet them in Long
Beach at the yacht harbor. They're taking us for a dinner cruise."

"That's cool," Jeff commented. "I really liked Tyler."

"Yeah, he's a real studly guy," I seconded the motion.

"And too old for you, Baby Bear," Jeff reminded me with a wink. "Besides,
he's took."

"I was just agreeing with you," I said defensively. "You're took too, Bub
and don't ya forget it."

"Do I detect a little sparring between the two lovebirds?" Amanda asked
Rick.

"Nah^Å" he said grinning. "Well^Å maybe just a little."

"What time do we need to be there?" I asked.

"They'll be arriving around 5. We're invited any time after that," Mandy
answered.

"I like to be on time," Jeff declared. "I guess we'd better shower and
dress if we're going to be on time. I'll let Ben and Jon know."

"Thanks Bro," Mandy responded. "We'll get ready too. Let's meet down here
about 20 `til. It's not that long a drive to Long Beach. Besides if we
arrive at 5:10 it won't matter."

"Let's hit it," Jeff suggested with enthusiasm.

My mind was in a whir. It seems like there was always something going on
around the Richards' home. I followed Jeff up the stairs and headed for the
shower while Jeff went on to Ben's room to tell them about our plans for
the evening.

JEFF'S POV

We drove down to Long Beach in two cars. Rick and Mandy took Mom's SL 500
after retracting the hard-top into the trunk. I was stuck driving Dad's
`panzer' with Chris and the other two boys. It didn't take long, and we
found parking places not too far from the Yacht Club Building. After
showing our identification and indicating that we were meeting some
`visiting members' on their yacht, which either was already here or was
about to arrive, we were allowed in the door. Once inside I spotted Tyler
right away. He was hard to miss. He was dressed casually but his casual
clothes failed to hide the great body underneath. Seeing our appearance in
the club, he walked over and welcomed us with handshakes.

"It was very nice of you to invite us for dinner," I remarked.

"You're most welcome," he said with a smile. "I've been thinking about some
details of our job with you that I failed to bring up at our meeting and
thought that dinner would be the perfect opportunity. You'll get to meet
our families, too."

"We're looking forward to it," I responded.

"Let's go down to the yacht then," he said indicating a door leading
outside.

He led the way onto a large terrace overlooking the yacht harbor.

"Which one's yours?" I asked.

"The big one out on the main pier end," he said simply.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I saw that huge yacht whose nose bore the letters `PT
I.'

"What does `PT I' stand for?" I asked.

"It's my silly brother's idea," He answered. "He used to own this ship
before they gave it to Dan and me. It stands for `Pancake Turner.'

"Clever," I said with a chuckle.

We took some stairs leading down from the deck to the pier level and began
the long trek to the ship. It was obvious that the yacht was large even for
this marina where the boats were far from puddle size. The boat loomed high
above us as we approached and we saw an opening in the side where we could
enter at dock height.

"I believe everyone is waiting on the main deck," Tyler said as he paused
by the elevator that would take us up. He picked up a wall mounted phone
and punched a couple of keys.

"Captain, we're aboard," he announced.

After hearing the response, he pushed the call button on the elevator and
the door opened immediately. We climbed in and after Tyler pushed the
button for the main deck the doors closed and the elevator began to
rise. In a few seconds the elevator again stopped and we exited the cab
into the elegant main lounge. Looking around the magnificent, spacious room
made it hard to realize that this space was on a boat. Three men approached
us along with seven younger guys. Our eyes popped open at the crowd of
handsome boys. We stopped with Tyler who made the introductions.

"Folks," he said addressing us, "I'd like you to meet the family. First is
my life-partner Dan Barnes. He's the cute one."

Dan smiled and nodded.

I knew he had to be kidding about the `cute' comment because every one of
the guys, including the kids was drop-dead gorgeous. He continued on.

"Then next are my brother Ron Turner and his better half Matt Davidson."
They smiled and nodded.

"Then there are the guys belonging to Dan and me: Jerry and Zack, and the
ones belonging to Ron and Matt: Ronnie, Eddie, David, Carl and Nathan.

They each waved and said `Hi' as their names were called.

"Guys," he said introducing us to his family, "I'd like you to meet my
friends, Jeff and Amanda Richards. Next to Amanda is Rick Forbes and next
to Jeff is his boyfriend Chris. The other two younger guys are Ben and Jon,
their friends."

Turning again to us he said, "Please make yourselves at home here. We're
all family and pretty nice guys. Ronnie, would you younger guys take Ben
and Jon and show them around a bit? The rest of us need to get acquainted
with each other."

"Sure Unc Tyler," Ronnie said with a wink. "Come on guys, let's make
ourselves scarce."

The herd of 9 younger guys all traipsed out onto the rear deck to watch the
yacht maneuver away from the dock. The rest of us took seats in the Main
Lounge after being invited to do so.

"Tyler has told us a bit about your parents and some about you," Ron,
Tyler's brother began. "I'm sure that Aztec-Turner Security will do an
outstanding job for you."

We nodded at his comments but he was interrupted from continuing as a
porter came in and offered us all drinks. After ordering, Ron continued.

"We'd like you to become friends of our family as well. We all agreed that
a nice dinner aboard our ship would be the best way. We'd also like to
invite you to come visit us in Las Vegas next weekend if you can make it."

"We're very pleased to be here and are grateful for your offered
friendship," I responded graciously. "We'll talk about Las Vegas and let
you know a little later tonight. Either way, we thank you for the
invitation."

"We'll send one of our planes to John Wayne Airport to pick you up if you
can make the visit," he added, "and we have plenty of guest rooms at our
homes, so no hotel reservations will be necessary."

"That's most generous," Mandy replied. "We'll try to come if we can.  The
big unknown that could change everything is what's discovered this coming
week about our parents."

"Yes, that's true but don't let it be a major concern. We can change plans
quickly if necessary," Tyler said, then changed the subject. "I wanted to
talk to you about something else. It was another reason for this dinner
invitation."

"Talk away," I answered with curiosity.

"There is a possibility that if your parents really are captive and if they
choose not to cooperate, that your own lives could be in danger. If the
group that has them can kidnap them successfully, they could kidnap you. We
can't take that chance."

"I've never even considered that," I admitted.

"We'd like to put a security team with you," he stated. "Of course it will
add to the cost, but personally, I think it's necessary."

"You're the boss," I said after getting a nod of agreement from
Mandy. "What do we need to do?"

"We'll assign four security men to your house and if you make plans to go
out separately, we'll provide as many as needed so that none of you will
ever have less than one man with you at all times. You'll need to let us
know in advance if you all plan on leaving the house and go separate ways,
because it will take a short time to provide the extra men. One man will
always remain at your home, whether you are there or not. In addition we'll
provide `panic button' devices that we'll ask you to carry with you at all
times. They're small, about the size of a car keychain door opener. They
are satellite devices, and are a GPS beacon so we can locate you
quickly. If you feel you are in danger, all you have to do is press the
button. A security man will be with you in 30 seconds or less and more help
will be on the way. It is imperative though that you keep the devices on
your person at all times even at home, except when sleeping or showering."

"That doesn't sound too hard," I agreed. "When do you want to start?"

"We'll begin tomorrow," Tyler said. "Our men will be there in the morning
to make an assessment of the security of your home and grounds and to brief
you on the security plan and how you can cooperate to make it work."

"Chris and I will be going car shopping on Monday," I said. "Those are the
only plans we currently have, except that we jog every morning."

"I'll make sure our guys are informed," Tyler said.

By the time we finished with our security discussions, drinks had been
served and nearly half consumed.

"Dan and I would like to show you around the ship," Tyler continued. "It's
rather nice and the views are spectacular along the coast."

The yacht was far more than nice; it was amazing to say the least. It was
over 150 feet long, and while not in the running with the world's largest
yachts, it was nothing to sneeze at. I was even more surprised when Tyler
said that Ron had a similar yacht, except a bit larger, docked in
Florida. In many ways I wished we were staying overnight as guests, but we
were lucky to be invited at all.

We cruised slowly up and then back down the Southern California coastline
while dinner was served. Before dinner as we took our seats around the huge
table, Ron remained standing at the head of the table with Tyler seated at
the opposite end.

"I'd like to propose a toast to our new friends," Ron said. "Here's to the
six of you. May our prayers for your parents be answered."  Everyone raised
their glasses.

"Now as is my custom, I have a joke for you."

All Ron's family booed while all we guests laughed at the antics.

"The lawyer is cross-examining the doctor about whether he checked the
pulse of the deceased before he signed the death certificate," Ron said,
starting the story. "'No,' the doctor replied, `I didn't check his pulse.'
`And did you listen for a heartbeat?' asked the lawyer. `No, I did not,'
answered the doctor. `So,' accused the lawyer, `when you signed the death
certificate, you had not taken the proper steps to make sure he was dead?'
The doctor paused, then stated with assurance, `Well, let me put it this
way. The man's brain was in a jar on my desk, but for all I know he could
have been out practicing law somewhere!"

Laughs erupted in the room. When at last they died down, Ron said, "Let us
pray."

Ron bowed his head and said, "Lord, We thank You for the gifts of family
and friendship. We ask that You bless this gathering. May we learn the true
spirit of giving through our relationships with each other. We know that
You value us, Your creations, above all else. We also pray that You keep
Dr. Jeffrey and Dr. Mel, Jeff and Amanda's parents, safe and that they be
returned to their family without harm. Last, we ask that You bless this
food that it may nourish and strengthen our bodies for Your service. All
this we ask in Your holy name. Amen"

It was an elegant meal, but of the meat and potatoes variety instead of the
French cuisine menu that we might have expected. Not that it wasn't nicely
presented; it just wasn't fancy food. Nevertheless it was delicious.

 After the more than pleasant dinner Chris and I had a chance to get away
with Mandy and Rick to discuss Ron's invitation for the following weekend.

"Can you make it?" I asked my sister and her boyfriend as we stood on the
aft deck.

"Yes, but we'll probably have to fly from Las Vegas directly east," Mandy
said. "I'll have to make a few calls too, but it should be alright."

"I can make it too," Rick agreed.

"How about you, Chris?" I asked.

"Wherever you are, that's where I'll be," Chris answered simply.

Mandy winked at me. I know she thinks that Chris is adorable and I do too,
of course.

"Do you think that Ben and Jon will want to go, Chris?"

"Well, they stick to us like glue, so I'm sure the answer is yes." Chris
replied.

"Then I guess we can accept." I concluded. "I'll let Ron and Tyler know."

"Thanks Bro," Mandy said. "What do you think of this yacht?"

"Fucking unbelievable," I replied. "I'm more impressed with the Turners
though. It's obvious they're more than rich, but having 7 gay kids between
the two gay couples?  That's what I call a commitment!"

"I'm impressed with how down-to-earth they all are," Rick commented. "It's
obvious that they're used to nice things, but you would never know they
were wealthy by the way the act."

"I think we've made some real and valuable friends," Mandy concluded.

"I hope that Ben and Jon have enjoyed this time too," I said. We haven't
spent a lot of time with them."

"From what I've seen," Chris observed, "the Turner boys have made sure they
were properly entertained."

"Let's go inside," I suggested. "The yacht is nearing the harbor, so we'll
be heading home soon. We need to get our stuff together and say our
`goodbyes.'"

		* * *

After the ship had pulled to the dock and was secured, we spent the next
twenty minutes thanking the Turners profusely for the wonderful time and
great dinner, and thanking each member of the large Turner clan for their
hospitality. Disembarking from the large yacht, the six of us began the
long climb up the sloped ramp to where our cars were parked. Ben and Jon
could not stop talking about all the things they'd done and the new friends
they had made. We told them about the invitation for the next weekend and
they were ecstatic about the prospect.

Nearing our vehicles, my cell phone rang. Pulling it out of its holder, I
flipped it open.

"Jeff Richards," I said answering.

"Jeff, this is Ed Macgregor. Where are you?"

"We're at the Yacht Club, in Long Beach. We were invited to dinner aboard
the Turners' yacht." I answered. "Why, what's wrong?"

Everyone in our party stopped at my words and looked at me in anticipation.

"Intruders made their way into your house this evening. Frank was attacked
and is gravely injured."

"How is he? Where is he? What do you want us to do?" I asked in alarm.

"He's in critical condition at the hospital," Ed answered. "I'm headed
there myself. As for what you should do, Is Tyler Turner nearby?"

"Yes, I think their ship is just now getting ready to leave."

"Get hold of him. I don't want you to leave his sight without
security. >From what we could ascertain from Frank, the intruders were
after you and Amanda."

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