Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 17:45:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Twelve M/b Incest

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Chapter Twelve: "Love's Impact"

It was the morning after a freak hurricane had come through the area.  It
had brought with it torrential rain, wind and even cold weather, that had
blown south with a cold front.  I'd only just awaken and was laying on the
makeshift bed my Brother and Son had made by fitting together a number of
mattresses in the middle of the floor of the basement.

When I stuck my head out from under the covers and the cold air hit me I
wasn't sure what to think.  It was unbelievable just how much the weather
had changed.  Especially considering that it was the middle of summer and
that the night before it was warm, despite the stormy conditions.  An now
it was so cold, that my family and two of my Son's friends were all huddled
around a propane heater, in the corner of the room.

As my eyes opened and I saw them sitting there, dressed in warm clothes I
sat up with a quickness and asked, "Jesus, how long have I been asleep?"

The boys turned to me and Jacob said, "Daddy it's winter outside."

Of course, I thought he was just fucking with me.

That is until I turned to my Dad and James, and they said, "No, seriously.
It really kinda is."

"Well, shit.  Wake me up when summer comes back 'round."  I said, before
laying back down and pulling the covers back over my head.

However, I should have known that my Son wasn't about to let me sleep this
one off.  Before I knew it, Jacob had crawled over to me and pulled the
covers back, in order to sneak himself underneath them.  Then he bit down
hard on my left nipple, in an attempt to force me to get up out of bed.
Though it was a nice try, it really didn't work and instead had the effect
of giving me a raging boner.

"Ahhhmmmmmm!!!!"  I growled.

While he continued to bite down on my nipple, I placed my hand on the back
of his head and pulled him down harder.  He knew me well enough to know
that he'd just turned his Daddy on and that he now had the responsibility
of resolving my throbbing hard dick.

"Mmmmmmmm!"  I moaned as I felt his hand reach down and take hold of my
hairy balls.

He cupped my nuts in his hand and rolled them around, massaging them as his
tongue began to flick over my nipple.  That sent shivers right down to my
hairy taint and I rustled his hair, while we played under the covers.

I don't know if the others could even see what we were doing, what with the
room being so dark.  The basement had no windows and so only the faint glow
of a battery lantern was all I could see from under the covers.  I'm sure
the heater in the corner had a little red glow as well but it wasn't enough
to really light up the room.

Although at any moment I expected that if one of them felt curious, they
would turn on a flashlight and try to see what my Son and I were doing
under the covers.  The thought of being watched by my family didn't bother
me but the idea of Billy or Damien sneaking a peek did excite me a bit.
Normally I would have been more bashful and probably down right embarrassed
to be caught with my Son like that.

However, after working at the bar for as long as I had, I'd slowly begun to
come around to the idea of being watched by other pervs.  Voyeurism still
wasn't my kinda thing but I wasn't as shy about it as I used to be.
Besides, it wasn't as though they were sitting around starring at us or so
I told myself.

Soon Jacob had his hand gripped tight around the base of my 7" cut dick and
was firmly squeezing the shaft.  I knew he was probably ready to give it a
taste, so I removed my hand from his head and he quickly squirmed his way
down and between my hairy thighs.

There, I felt his hot little tongue as he licked every inch of my dick as
his second hand joined the first one in massaging my balls.  He was
stroking me nice and slow with firm strokes of his hand as the other
tugged, pulled and rubbed my nuts.  It felt so damn good to be honest, that
it didn't take him long to get the first beads of precum to drip from the
head.

That's when he stuck out his tongue and began licking my piss-slit as he
lapped up each drop of his Daddy's juice.  I laid back, spread my legs wide
and completely relaxed every muscle in my body to pleasure of my Son's
talented little lips.  He sucked and licked me, until he was ready to go
all in and opened his mouth to take the length.

That sent shivers throughout my entire body as his hot mouth took me in all
the way down to the base.  He didn't often deep-throat me but I guess he
felt it was the best and fastest way to get me off; An he owed me that much
for having instigated this own thing.  I took nice slow deep breaths as I
enjoyed the morning blowjob from my little boy.

He did a great job of it too and it only took him about 15mins to get his
ole man's seed to begin to rise from my balls.  My taint twitched as I felt
my load inching it's way up my shaft and without saying a word, I released
it into his waiting mouth.

"Mmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!!!  Ahhmmmmm!  Ohhhmmmm!"  I groaned.

I don't know how big of a load it was but from the way it felt, it was
probably a good thick one.  Naturally, Jacob swallowed every damn drop and
kept on sucking until he was sure he'd gotten it all.  By which point, my
shaft had begun to soften and he gave it a little kiss, before crawling up
over me to stare down at my face.

I looked up at him in the dim light and he smiled as he licked his lips.
Then he leaned down and kissed me.  That's when I threw my arms around him,
pulled him down to me and probed his mouth my tongue.  I could still taste
my cum on his breath as we kissed long and hard.  An in that moment, I
really wished he was naked, so that I could feel his hairless body next to
mine.  But unfortunately, like everyone else but me he was dressed.
Nevertheless, I caressed him tightly as I brought our passionate kiss to an
end.

Just then, the covers were suddenly pulled from over top of us and I looked
up to see James staring down at us.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."  He said and tossed the blanket onto the
floor.

With that, Jacob rolled off of me and stood up to stretch.

"Ah, yeah.  I am pretty beautiful ain't I?"  He asked with a smile.

James laughed and replied, "Haha!  Um, yeah.  Beautiful yes.  Humble not so
much."

Then Jacob stuck out his tongue and made a funny face, before rejoining his
friend beside the heater.

"Don't stick that thing out at me, Lord only knows where it's been."  James
said jokingly and I slowly got up from the bed to stand next to him.

He looked me in the eyes as I put my arms around him and kissed him.  Our
tongues met as we unabashedly expressed our love for each other, in plain
sight of the boys.  Damien smiled as he watched us and you could almost see
the admiration and joy in his little eyes.  He was a great boy and lover of
men.

In fact, what my Brother and I had, was exactly the kind of love the boy
wished for himself.  Of course, he too had a lover.  Only his lover was on
a completely different level than him and I think that made their
relationship a little awkward at times.  Max was a good guy and had allowed
the boy to explore his sexuality very freely.  I for one had seen it first
hand with the way he let Damien play with men at the bar.

Although, I don't think nonstop sex was exactly what the boy wanted.  What
he wanted most was a man to love him, the way James loved me and the way
together we loved Jacob.  That was a bit of a challenge for Damien in his
current relationship.  I guess the best way I can put his situation into
words is to say, that if he were in an adult relationship, he would be the
one partner who decided to cheat on the other; In hopes of finding the
spark that would truly light the fire inside him.

Unfortunately for him however, he had a man who was more than willing to
love him but had yet to fully make the connection with him on a level the
boy could understand.  Sure, they loved each other but like with all
relationships, there needed to be an equal level of understanding and with
them it just wasn't quite there yet.

I wasn't sure if it ever would be but I had high hopes for the boy and as a
man who'd had his fair share of lovers I could relate.  I had to go through
many one-night-stands and mid-night rendezvous, before I met my wife.  An
even then, I didn't love her the way I love my Brother.  It wasn't until
after she'd passed away, that I realized that the man I was destined to be
with was the same one I'd grown up with.

It's funny, it's true what they say, sometimes you spend your whole life
searching for the one thing that's been right in front of you the whole
time.  Thankfully, I was able to sort all that out long before I got too
old.  Damien was young and I knew in my heart, that he had plenty of time
to figure out who he was meant to be with.  I just hoped that he wouldn't
turn his back on his Uncle Max too soon and risk missing an opportunity to
make that special connection.  If not with Max, than with someone who Max
might enable him to meet at some point later on down the road.

As I brought James and my kiss to an end, I heard Billy remark, "Is sex all
these guys ever do around here?"

An before I could comment, Damien said, "That's what you do when you're in
love."

That brought a strange look to Billy's face as he sat by the heater and
lowered his head.  He didn't seem to like hearing that coming from a
younger boy.  Someone who should have been too young to understand that
basic fact.

However, there he was hearing it from a sweet little cum-dumpster.  The
thought of which, brought a grin to my face and even James had to smile
about it as he watched me get dressed.

I'd just put my jeans on and was buttoning up the front, when I heard Billy
say very softly, "Love isn't real."

Hearing him say that, made my heart ache and I turned to James, just as my
Brother was getting down on his knees behind Billy.

I watched as he put his hands on the boy's shoulders and said, "Love is
real.  You'll find it one day, just you wait and see."

An that's when Damien and Jacob both placed a hand on the boy's back to
comfort him.  It was heartwarming and touching to see the others come to
the support of little Billy.  The poor boy had been through quite a lot
over the last several weeks; Between losing both his parents and then to be
placed in foster care with a family of boys who apparently didn't care all
that much for him.

He needed to be shown that there was hope after all that.  A light at the
end of the tunnel.  A rainbow after the rain and such.  An I was glad to
see my Brother leading my Son and his friend in showing Billy that love was
real.  Even if he couldn't see it for the pain in his heart, he was surely
surrounded by it as his closest friends tried their best to show him just
how much they cared for him.

Just as with myself and Damien, Billy was going to have to learn that
sometimes what we spend our whole life searching for can be right there in
front of us.  It just takes some of us longer to realize it than others.
An much like Damien, I hoped Billy would discover the love he was looking
for sooner rather than later.

After all, we each deserve and aspire to be loved.  Whether it be the love
of a man, a boy, a family member or in my case, all of the above.  We were
each on a journey to find that special someone to share our life with and
in the process, we each have the chance to impact other peoples lives and
hopefully make them better along the way.

Speaking of impacting other people's lives, it was about this time, that I
heard my cell phone ringing upstairs and I headed up to the bedroom to get
it.  I made my way up the stairs and into the hallway, before coming into
my bedroom, just as the phone stopped ringing.

I really hated when that happened.  I swear, no one ever lets the damn
thing ring long enough for you to reach it when you aren't close by it to
answer it.  Anyway, I picked it up and checked the caller ID to see who I'd
just missed.  As you can imagine, I was surprised when I saw Nathan's
number appear.

I remembered that the bar was closed for the weekend because of the storm
threat and wasn't expecting to hear from him or Roger until later on.
However, I also didn't expect to go to sleep in the summer and wake up in
the winter.  Seriously, upstairs in the rest of the house the air was
really freaking cold.  I was shivering as I rifled through the closet to
find a sweater to put over my black tank top.

Once I found one and slipped it on, I put on some fresh socks and headed
back downstairs with my phone in hand.  There, I put on my shoes and
returned Nathan's call.  It took him a minute to answer and for a moment, I
thought he was going to take forever to pick up.  I almost considered
hanging up, just to piss him off, the way he'd just done me.

Fortunately for him, he did eventually pick up and his static-filled voice
came over the speaker, "Mark, du--.  You got-a g-- up here man.  Rog-- -n-
Bru-o are totally freaking out right n--."

"What?  Say that again, I can barely hear you.  Who's freaking out" I
asked.

Again he tried to explain but I just couldn't hear him.  That's when I
remembered, that the cellphone reception was terrible in the basement and I
needed to get outside to hear him clearly.

"Hold on, let me get outside so I can hear you."  I said as I rushed back
up the stairs and out the backdoor.

There, I held the phone to my ear and said, "Alright, now, tell me again.
What the hell's going on?"

This time his voice came over clearly as he said, "Mark!  You gotta get up
here man.  Roger and Bruno are totally freaking out right now."

"What?  Freaking out?  Why?  What's happening?"  I asked.

"We got flooded, dude.  Like really flooded."  He replied.

"Flooded?  How is that possible?  The bar is uphill."  I asked.

An he replied, "It's the patio.  You know, how it slopes down in the back?
You know to the wall and stuff?"

"Yeah, kinda."  I said trying to visualize it in my head.

"Well, it's fucking full of water!  It flooded the whole thing and it came
in under the door to the bar and it's flooded everything!  The backroom,
the men's room, everything!  It's like ankle deep and shit."  He said,
"They say they need you to get down here and help get it all out.  Oh and
Roger wants to know if you have a big shop-vac.  You know the kind that can
suck up water."

Of course I knew what he meant and we did actually have one.  Although it
was around to the front of the house, inside the small tool shed; Which had
apparently moved during the rains we'd had.  I stood there looking at it
and could see it had moved several feet down the side of the house.
Luckily, it hadn't moved too far or gotten washed around to the back of the
house.  Because the backyard was a real mess with ruts that had been cut
into the ground from all the heavy rain as it tried to run downhill too the
lake.

I pulled the door open on the shed and found the shop-vac sitting there
dotted with mud but I was pretty sure it probably worked fine still.  I
could have tested it to make sure but our power was still out.  Which I
told Nathan and he said their power at the bar had just came back on a
short time ago.  Then I told him I wasn't sure how the roads were but that
I'd throw the shop-vac in the back of my truck and try to get them as soon
as I could.

He relayed the message to Roger and Bruno, who were apparently standing
nearby and I heard them tell me to hurry up.  With that, I told him I was
on my way and hung up.  A part of me really didn't want to venture out
after seeing the condition of the yard.  I feared that knowing the road we
lived on, it was probably going to be hell getting down it.  Plus, I really
didn't want to go alone.

Reluctantly, I tossed the shop-vac into the back of my truck and went back
inside to tell everyone where I was going.  I also asked them if anyone
wanted to tag along.  Unfortunately, none of them were feeling too
adventurous and I couldn't persuade any of them to go along with me.
Although to be honest, judging from the look Damien was giving me, I really
thought he wanted to go but I think the prospect of leaving the warmth of
the basement and his friends, was enough to deter him.

So I reminded them that if they needed me to call my cellphone and that I'd
try to be home before it got really late.  After all, I didn't expect the
bar to open after all that Nathan had said.  Shortly there after, I hopped
in my truck and started off on the trek into town.

The dirt road we lived on was seriously torn up with the muddy ruts from
other drivers who had tried to venture out after the storm.  I tightened my
seat belt as I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and put the
peddle to the metal.  My tires were spinning something fierce but I wasn't
getting half as much traction as I should have been.  I was however,
whipping mud all over the fucking place.

A few motorists who had pulled over to the side of the road surely didn't
appreciate my four-wheel-drive truck sloshing through the mud and splashing
their cars with a thick layer of brown filth.  I felt bad for them and a
part of me wanted to stop and help them if I could but at the same time, I
knew that if I stopped there would be no getting going again.

I had to keep on going, until I hit the asphalt road and was finally able
to breath a sigh of relief.  I tell you, by the time I hit the black-top my
knuckles were white from how hard I'd been gripping the steering wheel.  I
don't think I'd gotten but maybe a mile or so from there, before I came
upon some orange flashing lights up ahead of me.  It was the power company
and they were working to restore power to our neck of the woods.  They
looked busy and a bit frustrated but I rolled down my window and waved
'thank you' to them as I drove by.

That was one job I wouldn't want and I had all the respect in the world for
them.  I knew they were going to be busy for the foreseeable future with
all the downed power lines and such.  Just as they were out of sight in my
rear view mirror, I came upon a number of firetrucks, that were parked
along side the road.  I didn't want to be a rubber-necker and risk causing
an accident but as I drove by I could see that some trees had fallen onto a
house and had done some serious damage.

An that was just the first real sign of damage I saw on the way to the bar.
By the time I arrived, I'd seen cars trapped in ditches, cars sunk on
flooded roadways and downed trees and power lines everywhere.  The storm
had really created one hell of a mess around the area and having seen all
that, I was thankful that we'd somehow managed to avoid the blunt of it.

Then I pulled up to the bar and saw dozens of cars parked at the self-serve
gas station across the street.  Most of them looked like travelers in
search of a detour around what I would later learned was a large closed
section interstate.  The interstate of course, being just a short distance
down the road.  As it would turn out, the police had barricaded both the on
and off ramps as flood waters had covered all the lanes of traffic below.

As I parked my truck and got out to grab the shop-vac, I was met by Nathan
and Bruno; Who had come out through the front gate of the patio.  It was
strange to see them dressed so warmly, in the middle of summer but then
again, it sure didn't feel like summer.

Behind them, I could see the standing water and I knew it was going to be a
real nightmare to clean up.  It might have only been ankle deep but there
was nowhere for it go.  The bar slanted down towards the back of the
building and so the water had pooled there atop the concrete patio and
eventually made it's way in under the doors to both the backroom and the
main bar room.

There wasn't any time to waste as I grabbed the shop-vac and carried it
inside.  Then I plugged it in and began the process of sucking up the water
from inside the main bar room.  I had only just started when I heard the
sound of barking.  It startled me and I looked up from what I was doing to
see Pup standing there naked in the men's room doorway with nothing on but
a pair of knee high yellow boots and a little bucket in one hand and a
small plastic scoop in the other.

Seeing him growling and barking at me like that, scared me to be honest.  I
didn't know what I'd done to freak him out.  That's when I turned off the
shop-vac and he calmed right back down.  Then he walked over to me as I
remained there, bent over with the vacuum hose in my hand.  His little
boots splashed in the water as he approached me and licked the side of my
face.

"Well, hello."  I said with a smile.

Then he barked at me again, only this time it was more playfully.  An
that's when I turned around and noticed that I'd left the front door open.
Needless to say, I dropped the hose and rushed to the door to close it,
before anyone could see the naked little black boy in the middle of the
room.

Once the door was secured, I came back over to Pup and peeked into his
little bucket.  Inside I saw that he'd filled it with water and it occurred
to me that my vacuuming had interrupted his cleaning of the men's room
floor.  Which was just as full of water as the rest of the bar.

"They've got you helping clean up too, huh?"  I asked and he nodded.

Then he turned around and wiggled his cute little ass at me as he walked
back into the men's room.  I watched as he stepped in front of the trough
toilet and poured the contents of his bucket into it.

"Well, damn.  Why didn't I think of that?"  I said to myself and he turned
around and smiled at me, "You think you're pretty smart don'tcha?"

To that, he nodded and I turned on the shop-vac again.  An immediately he
went back to barking.  He growled and barked like crazy, until I turned it
off again.

"What's the problem, Pup?"  I asked.

He didn't answer me of course but he did run back over to me and put his
hand on the shop-vac as if to tell me to stop.

"I have to suck up the water silly.  How else am I suppose to do it?"  I
said.

But he didn't care to hear that.  He just shook his head and again put his
hand on the top of the shop-vac to indicate that I needed to stop.  I was
about to get really frustrated with him, when a voice came from behind me.

"Don't you know anything, dude?"  Asked Nathan as he stood in the doorway
to the patio, "He's a puppy and puppies are a'scared of vacuums."

I turned to Nathan and asked, "Seriously?"

He nodded and rolled his eyes at me.

Then I turned back to Pup and asked, "Is that the problem?  You're afraid
of the shop-vac?"

He too nodded and I sighed as I tried to figure out what to do.  I didn't
want to scare him but I had to clean the floor.

Without any obvious options, I turned back to Nathan and asked, "Well, what
I'm I suppose to do now?"

I knew I shouldn't have enlisted his help him but what else I suppose to
do?  Then in classic Nathan-fashion he had a short laugh at my dispense,
before finally stepping into the room and joining be as I stood next to
Pup.

There, he leaned down to Pup and said very calm and reassuringly, "It's
alright.  It won't hurt you, little dude.  'Cause it'll have to get through
me first."

Then he patted the boy on the head and Pup nervously walked backwards into
the men's room, while Nathan turned the shop-vac back on again.  The noise
was loud and Pup flinched but Nathan stood there between it and him as if
to protect him from the vacuum.

"Ok, Mark!  I think you're good!"  Nathan yelled over the sound of the
shop-vac and I resumed sucking up the water from the floor.

It didn't take long for the 5 gallon tank to fill up.  At which point, I
lifted off the top and Nathan wheeled the tank section into the men's room
to dump it out into the trough toilet.  Then he brought it back and we
started all over again.  It was a slow and tedious process but between my
sucking and Pups scooping, we managed to get the floor down to just about
an inch of water in around an hour or so.

Meanwhile, Bruno and Roger were hard at work as they tried to force the
water out of the patio with mops and brooms.  For them, it seemed like an
endless task.  One which they weren't having the best of luck with it.
Nathan had helped to clear the tables and chairs from the patio to make it
easier for them.  But even still, it would take them nearly two hours to
get all the water out of the patio, before they were able move on to the
backroom.

By then, the boys and I had soaked up all the water in the main bar room
and were working our way into the men's room to complete the job.  An
that's where I couldn't resist messing around with poor, scared, little
Pup.  He was kneeling down a few feet away from me with his tiny ass
pointing in my direction as he scooped up some water from the floor.

I probably shouldn't have but I waited until he just about to stand up and
I brought the end of the suction hose to side of little ass cheek and it
sucked onto him.

An he let out a scream, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

That made me laugh so hard, that I fell back onto the floor, landing in the
water.  Nathan was standing behind me at the time and burst out laughing,
until he had tears in his eyes.  Of course, Pup was anything but amused and
to show us just how mad he was, he took his little bucket and splashed me.
Thankfully it wasn't too full but it was still enough to get me good and
wet.  I think he expected me to get upset after what he'd done but I just
couldn't be mad at him.

After all, I deserved what I got and all I could do was lay in the water
and laugh, until I nearly pissed myself.  Seeing Nathan and I laughing so
much, made Pup laugh and before long, we all three had laughed ourselves to
tears.

Just then, Bruno and Roger came walking in to tell us they were heading to
the backroom to start cleaning.  But after seeing us all laughing, they
just stood there shaking their heads and chuckled to themselves.  It was
great to enjoy a good long laugh with everyone like that.  I couldn't tell
you how long it had been since the five of us had just laughed and enjoyed
each others company like that.

Once we all calmed back down, Nathan I finished sucking up the men's room
floor and Pup went out to the main bar room to begin blow-drying the floor
with the fans, that Roger and Bruno had brought in from outside.

Though the air was good for drying the floor, it was also cold as hell.
Especially for me, who had just been splashed and laying in water.  The
cold air gave me the chills and I decided to turn on the heat to even
things out.  I guess it was a good thing I did too, because as it turned
out, the heater was not exactly in working order.  Sure the blower was
working and you could feel a little hint of warmth coming out of the vents
in the ceiling but it was definitely not working the way it should have
been.

I brought it to Roger's attention later on, after him and Bruno had
finished cleaning the backroom.  By this time, it was getting cooler and
dark outside, and we knew the cold weather snap was here to stay for at
least the next day or so.  Which meant we needed the heat fixed in order to
open the bar.  Otherwise, it was going to be one cold ass place to be and
no customers were going to put up with that.

It turned out, that the problem was a simple fix.  Or at least it should
have been.  The heating coil had burned out and could easily be replaced.
Well, that is if this had been any other day and not the day after a
hurricane.  The only place to get the part was 20miles away at a home
improvement store.  It was a short 20min drive by interstate but with the
interstate closed, that wasn't an option.

Without a quick fix, Roger decided it best to leave the bar closed for the
next couple days, until the weather turned warm again.  It made sense but
it was also a shame to have to leave it like that, after all the hard work
we'd just put into cleaning the place up.

As we sat around the counter, Nathan joked, "Well, at least we ain't gotta
clean the floors again for awhile."

We each nodded in agreement with that and looked around proudly at the
result of our hard work.  The place sure did look clean once we got through
with it.  In fact, it was probably the cleanest the place at been in years.

Without anything more left to do; We put up the chairs on top of the tables
and wiped things down real quick, before making our way out through the
side door to the patio.  Roger locked the place up but left the fans on to
finish drying everything out while we were gone.  I left the shop-vac
inside, figuring that I'd pick it up some other day.

Meanwhile, Bruno carried Pup quickly across the open patio and into the
back hallway across the way.  Nathan and I followed them as we made our way
through the backroom and out the backdoor.  Then we waited outside for
Roger to join us.

"So how bad was it in your neck of the woods?"  Bruno asked in reference to
the storm.

To which I replied, "We got it pretty hard.  Lots of fucking rain.  The
lake out back looks higher then I've ever seen it.  We lost power yesterday
afternoon but I hope by now it's back on."

He nodded and said, "Yeah, that was some rain.  I ain't ever seen it come
down like that before.  Makes me wonder if we should start planning for
next time."

"How you plan on stopping a flood like that from happening again?"  I asked
curiously.

Just then, Roger stepped outside with us and pulled the backdoor closed to
lock it.

"We were thinking about knocking a hole in the base of the patio wall.
That way the water could drain out through the back and wouldn't flood us
out like that again."  Bruno said, "Just not sure the best way to do that."

"Hmm, I could ask my Dad.  I'm sure he'd have some ideas.  Heck, he might
even come and do it for you."  I said.

"Yeah?  He'd do that for us?"  Bruno asked.

I nodded and replied, "Ya'll are like family.  He'd help you out.  All you
gotta do is ask."

With that, Roger said, "Speaking of that.  You had anything to eat yet?
'Cause I'm starving. I was thinking of treating you all out to dinner.
Something cheap though, on account of I'm gonna be closed for a few days."

Bruno chuckled and shook his head as he said, "You cheap ass motherfucker.
Always crying poverty.  Don't let him guilt trip you, Mark.  He's got the
money."

I looked at everyone and said, "Um, yeah I'm down with that.  Not sure what
all's open but Waffle House sure sounds good."

"Hell, yeah.  Mmmmmm.  Some hashbrowns would be awesome right about now."
Nathan said.

Followed by Bruno who rubbed Pup's back as he held him in his arms and
asked, "How 'bout it, Pup?  You ready to get smothered and covered and
chunked?"

I tell you, if a black boy could blush, than Pup was blushing something
wild at that.  Then he smiled and laid his head against his Master's
shoulder.

"Looks like the votes are in."  Roger said, "We'll meet up at the Waffle
House."

An with that, everyone went their separate ways.  Roger and Nathan followed
me around to the front of the bar where each of us had parked.  While Bruno
carried Pup up the steps of his semi-truck, which was parked out back of
the building.

Once in our perspective vehicles, we crossed the overpass and I looked down
at the flooded interstate below.  It was a real disaster compared to the
mess we'd just cleaned up.  It looked like it was going to be a long time
before traffic was traveling that stretch of interstate again.  I was just
glad to see that there weren't any trapped cars in the water.  At least not
from what I could see.

I followed Roger and Nathan the 15mins or so up the road to the Waffle
House.  There, we parked and waited for Bruno and Pup to arrive.  That's
when the thought occurred to me, 'Did Pup ever wear clothes?'  I mean, I
for one had never seen him wear any kind of clothing.  Unless you counted
the yellow boots he'd just had on or the occasional towel or blanket, that
he sometimes had around him to keep warm in the winter time.

As I stood there waiting for them to pull up, I wasn't sure what to expect
but I had a pretty good feeling, that he wasn't just going to walk into the
Waffle House naked.  Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, Bruno pulled
his truck into the parking lot and we walked over to meet him.  That's when
he hopped out and came around to the passenger side to open the door.  I
watched with anticipation to see just what the boy was going to be wearing
if anything at all.

You can imagine the surprised look on my face, when the door opened and he
came crawling down the steps in a pair of brand new blue sweatpants and a
sweater with cute little tennis shoes on.

"Holy shit.  He's dressed.  He's actually dressed."  I said.

An Bruno turned to me to say, "Well, of course he is.  He ain't 'bout to
walk in there buck ass naked."

"I know that dammit.  I didn't mean it like that.  I mean, I just ain't
ever seen him wear clothes before."  I said a bit embarrassed.

Then Pup stood on the ground and turned around.  He looked adorable in his
nice new clothes and by new I mean, he still had the size sticker on the
leg of his sweats.

I reached down and pulled it off and said, "I reckon he don't wear these
often, huh?"

To which Bruno replied, "He wears them about as often as he goes to the
Waffle House."

Then Roger chimed in by saying, "In other words, never."

An he was right.  As it would turn out, Bruno might have bought the boy new
clothes but it wasn't something he was accustomed to wearing.  He simply
kept them in his rig for the rare occasion, when the boy might actually
need them.  A fact that was not lost on Pup, who couldn't help itching and
scratching himself at the strange feeling of having clothes on.

He looked very uncomfortable as he followed us into the restaurant and had
a seat with us at a large table.  There, he slid to the middle of the booth
with Bruno and I on either side of him and Roger and Nathan across the
table from us.

Despite the storm, the place was pretty busy and there were people moving
about the entire time we were there.  That made it easier for us to have a
conversation without anyone really paying us any attention.  We each
ordered our food and sipped our drinks while we waited for it to arrive.

During which time, I watched the way Pup examined his new surroundings with
uncontrollable curiosity.  He felt the need to touch everything.  The menu,
the table, the silverware, the cups and glasses.  Even the condiments on
the table seemed to fascinate him.  Sure it was cute to see him exploring
but it also made me wonder if Roger had been correct in what he'd said
about the boy having never been in a Waffle House or any other restaurant
for that matter.

It sure looked like he'd never been in such a place before but even though
he was curious, he was well mannered.  It wasn't as though he was crawling
around on the floor or under the table or something.  He sat there between
us in the booth, quietly watching everyone's actions around him.  A few of
which he even mimicked.

For example, once our food arrived and the waitress had set down his plate
of hashbrowns with melted cheese and chunks of ham on top; He took notice
as Bruno placed a napkin in his lap and then he did the same.  It didn't
appear rehearsed.  It really seemed as though he was learning how to eat in
public for the first time and was taking his cues from his Master.

To the untrained eye, the boy seemed perfectly normal as he took hold of
his fork and began to eat his dinner.  It wasn't until the waitress asked
him if he'd like a refill of his soda, that the one and only point of
awkwardness occurred.

Pup nodded his head but also gave a little bark, "Arf!"

That caused the waitress to take a step back but she quickly shrugged it
off as just the boy playing around with her.

"Cute."  She said and Pup smiled as she picked up his glass to refill it
for him.

Then she set it back down and poured Roger, Bruno and I some fresh coffee
into our cups.  After which, we sat and continued to enjoy our meal
together.  There wasn't a great deal to discuss but I had a lot of
questions about Pup and Bruno after seeing the way the boy acted at the
table.  A part of me wanted the man to explain in detail how it was that
the boy had come to be the way he was.

However, another part of me felt it very impolite to ask such a direct
question of someone I knew so little about.  Despite us having worked
together for so many months, I really didn't know that much about the pair.
I guess I just assumed that at some point their history was going to
explain itself.  I just needed to give it enough time or so I thought.

But after spending all day with my coworkers, I began to realize that even
Nathan understand more about Pup than I did.  Roger too, seemed to know his
dressing habits or lack there of.  All the while, here I was, a guy with no
clue as to what made the little boy tick.

Feeling as though I might never get the answers I wanted any other way, I
took the plunge and asked the question I'm sure you've been wanting to know
yourself.

"So, just out of curiosity are you two family or what?"  I asked and the
table went quiet.

I swear, in that moment it felt as though the entire room had gone silent
as I waited to hear some kind of response from Bruno.  An the longer I
waited, the more nervous I became.

I was beginning to regret asking, when the man cleared it throat, took a
sip of his coffee and said, "I rescued him..."

It was a simple, yet telling statement to be sure but it didn't tell me
enough.  If anything it added to my questions.  Of course, I was now too
nervousness to continue my line of questioning.  Thankfully, he was willing
to go into further detail without me having to ask.

He put his arm around the boy and said very calm, almost emotionally,
"...But not before my Sister had neglected him so bad, that he'd turned
into what you see today."

Then he explained, that Pup was his Sister's one and only child.  She was
mentally ill but living alone, when she had given birth to him at home.  It
wasn't until he'd grown concerned about her, that he traveled to see her
and discovered that she'd left the boy in a bedroom; Where she also kept
two large dogs.  These dogs had cared for him better than she had but had
also strongly and irreversibly influenced his behavior.

"I tried to fix him.  I really did.  But he was too badly broken."  He
continued, "He was like a shelter dog, you know?  What you see is what you
get.  There's no trying to change them.  They are the way they are for a
reason.  You can either turn your back on them forever or you can take them
home and love them forever."

With that, Pup looked up at his Master and smiled gratefully.  The look in
his little eyes solidified what the man was saying.  They really did love
each other.  Like a dog loves it's owner.  Pup loved Bruno and would do
anything for that man.  An I don't know about you but for me, that was all
the explanation I needed.

Watching the two of them sitting together, staring into each others eyes
like that, I was taken aback to what my Brother had told Billy earlier in
the day.

"Love is real."  He said, "You'll find it one day, just you wait and see."

Looking at Pup and Bruno, it occurred to me, that perhaps one doesn't have
to wait to find love.  Rather sometimes, love will find you.  It will
rescue you and deliver you to a new life.  One where you won't be hurt by
your abusive Father any longer or left to fight for your next meal in a
kennel somewhere.

As I said before, we each deserve and aspire to be loved.  Whether it be
the love of a man, a boy, or a pup.  We're each on a journey to find that
special someone to share our life with and in the process, we each have the
chance to impact other people's lives and hopefully make them better along
the way.

Looking around the table at my coworkers, I suddenly understood, that we
each had done just that.  We'd impacted each others lives and for the most
part, we'd made them better.  Each in their own way and each at their own
time.

We were more than coworkers, we were family.  An I think that's why Bruno
felt it was alright to indulge my curiosity and reveal a bit more about
himself and Pup to me.  I might not have had all my questions answered but
it was enough.  I now knew that he'd saved Pup from a life inside a small
bedroom in a house somewhere and that his Sister had no idea where the boy
was nor did she care.

Being the Master he was, Bruno was trying to raise the boy to the best of
his abilities without further harming him.  Sure, he could have taken the
boy to a hospital and let the state take over his care but that would have
destroyed him.  I think given the hand he'd been dealt, the man had done a
better job at raising Pup than any one could have hoped.

After all, he wasn't dumb.  The boy could speak when he needed to.  He
could wear clothes when he had to.  He cold love when he wanted to and he
could make love when he was told to.  Sure, he wasn't like other boys but
that didn't matter.  That's part of what made him special.  Every puppy
needs an owner.  Every Master needs a Slave.  For them, it was a perfect
match.

After dinner, the five of us walked back out to Bruno's rig and Pup crawled
back up inside the cab.  I watched as the door closed behind him and he
jumped over the front seat to get into the back.  Now I don't know just how
did it but I tell you, no sooner than he'd gone out of sight, he returned
completely naked and was sitting there in the seat looking out the window
at us.

It was clear then, that he really didn't want to wear clothes and had just
been waiting for the chance to get out of them again.

I smiled and waved to him as Bruno asked me, "Is there a certain kind of
sweats I should be buying him or all they all gonna make him itch?"

That made me chuckle as I replied, "I think they're all itchy at first.  It
takes some getting used to but honestly, I don't think he's the type to
wear them or anything else."

"Well, I know that.  But I figured I'd ask, since your family always seems
to wear them.  That's why I bought him some.  That and I'm trying to get
him comfortable 'bout going out to new places.  He can't spend his whole
life in a rig, it ain't good for him."

"You two live in there full-time, huh?"  I asked.

"Hey, it's cheaper than rent.  An he gets to stretch his legs at the bar."
He replied, "But in a couple more years, he's gonna be a big dog and I
ain't a clue of what to do then."

"Hmm...  Maybe he'd like it at the Blue Crane."  I said.

"That, that nudist place ya'll always going on about?"  He asked.

I nodded and replied, "Yeah.  It's a nice place.  No clothes are allowed.
I bet he'd feel right at home there.  Labor Day's coming up and I'm pretty
sure they're doing a cookout and camping thing.  Maybe you two can come
check it out."

To that, he nodded, before making his around to the other side of the rig.
I stayed on the passenger side with Roger and Nathan as we waved to Pup.

Then Bruno rolled the window down and said, "We'll come check it out,
Mark."

That made me smile and Pup got excited too.  He waved goodbye to us as his
Master started up the engine to leave and we returned to our perspective
vehicles for the drive home.  I thanked Roger for dinner and told him to
have Nathan call me once the bar reopened.

He said he would and with that, we each headed our separate ways.  It was a
long drive home but I felt good knowing that I'd learned a little more
about two people I cared about and had offered them the opportunity to join
my family for some fun at our home away from home.

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