Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2020 08:11:57 -0400
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's part10

Devil Dawg Donnelly's
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Part Ten:

Max Donnelly had just finished giving some last-minute corrections to one
of the Lance Corporals under his command and making sure he understood all
his instructions to the letter, before calling it quits for the day. Max
hated the more mundane administrative aspects of his job as a Sergeant in
the Marine Corps. The paperwork alone was mostly mind-boggling,
anal-retentive bullshit intentionally designed by bureaucrats to over
inflate and massage the egos behind it.

Max called them kingdom builders, smug little men with big attitudes, and
an even bigger overestimation of their worth and contribution to the
Corps. Max was far more the hands-on type of guy, preferring to knuckle
down, get hands-on dirty with his men and just get the job done, definitely
not a "cross the t's and dot the I's" kind of man, but red tape is what
drives today's military and Max reluctantly played the game. It also added
to the darker aspects of Max's mood today, but as usual, it often made him
more self-reflective as well, something he had been doing all day,
especially after the events of the last few days and last night with Carl.

Max hated disciplining Carl, but Max also knew he couldn't allow Carl's
little display of disrespect, spurred by petty jealousy yesterday in front
of his son's, just go unaccounted for. As he approached Carl's truck, who
was dutifully waiting to pick Max up and take him home, he was hopeful Carl
was in a better state of mind.  Max didn't want to have to repeat last
night's corrective actions.

As he scooted into the truck he couldn't help notice how Carl just stared
eye's forward. No greeting. No eye contact. Max wasn't expecting a bubbly
reception but he also wasn't in the mood for attitude either. He needed
Carl's mind focused, especially with all the upcoming events they still had
to orchestrate.

"Still in a mood I see." Max spoke bluntly and to the point. "Carl?" Max
tried to control himself and speak more calmly, "I need you focused right
now. Not pouting like some jealous schoolgirl." Max was just being honest,
trying to appeal to Carl's usually more reasonable side. Still staring
straight forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel of his truck.

"Permission to speak freely, Sir." Carl muttered, trying to mask all
emotions in the timber of his voice.  Max's eye's flared into laser focus
boring into him before nearly hissing.

"Since when have I ever expected anything less from you?" then quickly
added: "And don't push me with that "Sir" bullshit."

Max's hackles were up now and he was not in the mood for games. Max watched
as Carl bowed his head and glanced over at him, briefly making eye contact
before submissively lowering his gaze.

"It's been a long time since you've taken your belt to me like that Max."
He stammered.

"So..." Max countered: "You think just because it's been a while, that it
was unwarranted? "he questioned, practically demanding a response with the
severity of his tone. Max knew what the real problem was and he didn't want
to start the evening off with another belt thrashing of Carl's ass. Max
reached over and lifted Carl's chin with his right hand and turned his head
upward insisting Carl make eye contact.

"Just because I show interest in someone else," he began, this time more
softly, "doesn't negate or change what I have with you and you know it."

Carl sighed, "I can't help the way I feel Max, and you punishing me made me
think what I feel doesn't matter to you."

Max shook his head, moving his hand to gently stroke Carl's neck, and tried
to temper his response, but not backing down: "You know I didn't punish you
because of how you feel. I punished you because of how you acted with me
and especially the way you acted in front of the boys." Max leaned forward,
clasping the back of Carl's head and staring intently into his eyes. "If
you don't know by now, after all these years, how I feel about you..."Max
paused, choosing his words carefully, "Through all those years with Monaca,
the mother of my three children, did I ever neglect you?" Max paused for a
response and watched as Carl's head hesitantly nodded side to side, "Have I
not included you in every aspect of my life, even in bringing up the boys?
Yes, I'm attracted to that kid," Max said bluntly, "But even if I do claim
him or just have some fun with him, it doesn't affect us and what we've
had; and as far as I'm concerned, will always have." Max had both hands
behind Carl's head now, forcing him to stare him right in the eyes, "Use
your senses Carl, am I lying to you?"

Carl bowed his head again, he knew he was right, Max was almost always
right and he was proving once again how far more level headed he could be
when one doesn't let sentimentality and selfishness override reason. At
that moment Carl couldn't help but compare what Billy and Baxter were now
going through with his and Max's almost identical experiences before their
Heritage ceremony. What a mess that was; but Max's sire knew they lacked
the perspective they would gain from the ceremony and as it was then, they
were both certain now the same perspective would help Billy and Baxter.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard ya know." Carl mused, a slight grin
spreading across his face.

Max growled softly. "You loved it and you know it"

Carl blushed, slightly embarrassed because he knew it was true.

"Now let's get the fuck out of here." Max demanded, waving his hand forward
and settling back into his seat.

"By the way..."Max exclaimed, "It's way past time the boys learned to deal
with some simple truths." Max ignored the puzzled look on Carl's face,
"You'll be staying over tonight. Let's see how they deal with that!"

Carl gulped and thought to himself...this could get interesting.



                 ****************************



Gavin Hollis was distracted. He'd just finished correcting yet another
re-order number that he had made a mistake on, this only happened when "he"
was working. How could he be expected to concentrate with "him" to work
with? That "him", of course, was Billy Donnelly. The distracting factor
wasn't anything that Billy did. No, it was just his mere presence that was
a problem.

The way he moved, the way the light would catch his bulging muscles, the
cleft in his masculine chin and his squared jawline. The persistent 5
o'clock shadow, his dark thick wiry and wavy brown hair, and of course that
bulge. No matter what he wore, there was always that mound of hidden flesh
pushing against the straining fabric of his clothing.

Garin could remember all the times he'd glance over at Billy in PE period
in school, his locker being just across from Billy's. The countless times
he would turn just to see him standing sideways, talking to his equally hot
bestie Baxter Whitmore, for Gavin, both were the stuff of his lurid teen
sexual fantasies.

Yeah, he looked. Who could resist that massive bulge in his jockstrap or
his hairy asscrack? Oh, and that butt; big protruding twin mounds of muscle
packed flesh stacked on top of massive treetrunk sized thighs.

"Shit," Gavin said aloud, he had entered another mistake, at this rate he
was going to lose his job if he didn't get his act together. Actually,
there was no real fear of that happening. His uncle was the store manager
and Gavin's significant computer skills had proven quite useful to his
uncle, helping him track on-hand inventory and a coded program he had
written to help one click re-orders. Using handheld tablets like he was
doing right now with the stock boy on duty, which unfortunately for Gavin
happened to be his second biggest crush, Billy Donnelly, his first biggest
crush being that giant, blond, muscle god, and prized fullback for the
football team, Arliss Gundarsun.

Arliss made even Billy look small in comparison. Billy being 6' in height
and Arliss being at least 6'4". But unlike Billy, who was a very outgoing
kind of guy that most people liked, Arliss was often withdrawn and
extremely quiet and introverted. They were also kind of polar opposites,
Billy's skin tone skewed to the pale side whereas Arliss was very tanned,
being a farmboy and spending countless hours outdoors working on his
families farm.

They also contrasted in hair color, Billy's darker brown hair vs Arliss's
sandy golden blond hair. Blond hair that covered almost everywhere; his
arms, chest, abdomen, legs, and ass, which is thick too, the kind of
thickness one was sure their fingers could get caught in. The best part of
Arliss for Gavin though was the fact he was so shy and soft-spoken.

There wasn't a presumptuous bone in the guy's body; Gavin knew this because
they were kind of friends. Well, as friendly as Arliss could be with no
social life other than going to school. Football was the only exception his
parents made since most of what could be considered spare time to the
average teenager was time Arliss spent working on the farm. That, and his
parents didn't seem to like having strangers around. They tolerated Gavin
because he often helped their son with his schoolwork, which Arliss needed
from time to time. Not that he was slower or less intelligent than others,
it just boiled down to time and the family farm consumed most of his.

Every day, for the last three years going to and from school, Gavin would
help Arliss cram for his classes, which was usually just enough to help him
maintain the grade average he needed to still be able to play football. All
that was over now, since Arliss had graduated and was now working full time
on his family farm.

Gavin didn't know how he was going to handle his daily commutes without
Arliss and Gavin was determined to save enough money from his summertime
job to buy himself a nice dependable used car so he didn't have to depend
on the school bus for transportation.

Being the nerdy type, didn't exactly endear Gavin with the other football
jocks on Arliss's team. They tolerated Gavin because they didn't want to
piss Arliss off; no one wanted to do that. One defensive back tried one
time to make sure Gavin knew he wasn't welcome and shoulder shoved Gavin in
the hallway up against his locker. He could have easily passed it off as an
accident, but the idiot decided to laugh at him and warn him to stay out of
his way, ending it by calling Gavin a nerdy little faggot.

Gavin was sure the guy probably just about pissed himself when Arliss, with
one hand, snatched the guy into the air and tossed him across the hallway
to smash into the lockers on the other side so hard it dented two of
them. Not a word was exchanged, but Gavin never had a single problem with
anyone after that. But this year, his senior year, there would be no Arliss
there and Gavin kind of worried about how different his life might be when
he went back to school in the fall.

"Dammit," his program dinged again, rejecting for the umpteenth time the
erroneous order number he had typed in.

"Is there something wrong?"  said the deep voice that came from about two
feet away, Gavin was surprised to see Billy; he didn't even hear him come
up.

"Yes," Gavin blurted, sounding harsher than he intended, "I keep entering
the wrong numbers."

"It's not my fault is it?" Billy asked legitimately thinking it might be
his fault because he was the one writing down the product codes from the
stock inventory for Gavin to enter into the system.

Gavin chuckled, "I wish I could blame you, but I'm the one screwing up, not
you."

"I was just wondering." Billy said rather self-deprecatingly, "Judging by
the last few days, it doesn't seem like I can do anything right."

Gavin frowned. "Know that feelin' all too well dude."

Gavin thought for a second, looking at Billy and how he didn't seem to be
his usual upbeat self. Not that Gavin was accustomed to working around
him. They'd only worked together like three or four times in the last few
months. Gavin usually worked in the afternoon instead of early evening
hours, but he certainly seemed rather glum today. " Hey, ya know what?"
Gavin spoke, it was more of a statement than a question: "Why don't we take
a break; we've been at this pretty steady for the last two hours and I
don't know about you," He paused pointing a finger trigger at his head and
fired, "my brains about fried, how about you?"

Billy laughed. "Yeah, I could go for something cold to drink and a breath
of fresh air." Stopping to fan his face with his right hand, "It's kinda
warm and muggy in here, especially with these thick overalls we wear."

Gavin wasn't that uncomfortable, but then again Billy probably had a good
75 pounds or more on him, not that Gavin was scrawny or anything. He did
try to work out regularly, but he was only 5'7" and about 145 pounds. Not
skinny, by any means but nowhere near as buff and bulky as Billy.

"Let's grab a couple of bottled waters and slip out back shall we?"

Out back was where the truckers would deliver and usually contained
trailers that had been dropped off that were in need of being unpacked. The
entire area was fenced off and unless you worked that section, people were
kind of discouraged from hanging around there citing security reasons and
employee safety as the reason. But everyone knew they were afraid of
employees stealing from the unpacked trailers.

"You sure that's kewl?" Billy questioned.

Gavin smiled, mischievously, "Of course not, but my uncle is the store
manager, ya know." he concluded with a wink.

Billy smiled back at him, really beginning to like this guy, "Lead the way
boss man." and followed him as they went to fetch some water first before
stepping outside into the warm night air. As they settled against one of
the loading docks in the back of the building, Billy decided to unzip his
overalls down to his waist then peeled it back over his torso, exposing his
broad, lightly hairy chest and abs and brought the sleeves of the garment
forward and tied them around his hips. Though Billy didn't catch the
longing and appreciative sideway glances Gavin gave him, he definitely
could see how he started sweating more, something Billy noted first by the
smell, a smell somehow vaguely familiar. The scent of something like honey
and newly dug dirt. But here, outside, it faded in the warm summer breeze
and was quickly forgotten.

It didn't bother him if Gavin looked, he had heard the locker room rumors
about him and Arliss Gundarsun, rumors no one with half a brain would even
whisper anywhere within earshot of Arliss if they valued breathing that
is. Truth be told, Billy found more and more, he rather enjoyed the way
people looked at him. He knew it was vain, but so what?  Who did it harm?
Certainly not him or the person looking. Then there was a simple truth; he
was enjoying talking to someone, it felt good just bullshitting and not
fretting over things he had no control over.

He missed Baxter, and yes, he wanted desperately to clear the air between
them. But Baxter wasn't here, and if he was being honest, he felt that
Baxter was deliberately avoiding him. He didn't like it, but there was
nothing he could do about it. So, why not just let it go for now and enjoy
the company of someone who enjoyed being with him as well.

As they concluded their break and re-entered the building, Billy started to
untie the sleeves, thinking to pull the top of the coveralls back over his
torso, when Gavin stopped him, saying since it was so hot and that they
were the only ones back there right now and it didn't bother him.

Billy smirked to himself. Of course it didn't bother him, no. Billy didn't
know if the rumors were true, but one thing he did know was true; The
obvious bulge of Gavin's crotch that hadn't been there before they stepped
outside was a big indicator. There was also the increased sweating and the
constant sideways glances that seemed to focus on his chest and abs and who
knows.  maybe, like his little brother, he could have his own Timmy... That
was it! The smell, scent, whatever you wanted to call it, he had smelled it
before, even though it was faint, and there were minor differences, Gavin
smelled like Timmy! That faint honey and freshly dug earth scent, stronger
and now a more pervasive odor here in this static, enclosed
environment. Yes, it was still faint, but it was there.

He didn't know what it meant, maybe they used the same type of soap or
cologne, but somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that scent had
followed him almost his entire life. He found it simultaneously comforting
and now more recently, arousing. Billy felt the blood flow start to
increase in his groin, gradually filtering it's way to his previously
flaccid cock. Billy could feel his dick start to press against the fabric
of his overalls. He didn't try to curb or conceal his expanding bulge,
instead, he went with it, deciding to test what he was sensing about
Gavin. He hiked the fabric of his overalls at the crotch, letting it
accentuate his growing member, allowing it to stretch out and tent the
front of his coveralls, and it worked! Gavin could barely conceal his
roaming eyes, now a bit wider and more insistent. Billy could almost feel
his increased respiration, the notable flaring of his nostrils and that
scent...

"Hey?" Billy decided to leap, "Got anything planned after work tonight?" he
asked almost suggestively, his voice a little raspy, deeper and thick with
his mounting desire. He watched as Gavin gulped, trying to convince his
lips to move while also trying to peel his eyes away from Billy's bulging
crotch and meet Billy's lusty gaze.

"Unfortunately, I do." Gavin stammered, really wishing he didn't right
now. "I promised my uncle I'd stop by and go over these numbers when we're
done. He's anxious about getting this stock program implemented as soon as
possible." he said by way of an explanation.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Gavin half-asked hopefully.

"Yup." was Billy's one-word response

"So do I!" He stated excitedly. "Maybe we could go hang out or something
afterward...?"

Billy allowed the question to linger for a minute, not wanting to appear
too eager, then responded. "Sounds like a plan."

Gavin's ear-to-ear smile and visible excitement made Billy smile too, as
the two boys went about their work a lot more lightheartedly than they had
before.



                     *********************



Max had allowed Carl to badger him into doing some grocery shopping at the
base commissary before heading home. Not his favorite thing to do, which is
why Carl usually did it for him. But he didn't mind so much
today. Swallowing his pride a little and allowing Carl this small bit of
PDA, and it was PDA, two Marines grocery shopping and pushing a cart around
together, was almost the social equivalent of holding hands in public on a
Marine base.

He did it telling himself he was just placating Carl's desire to
domesticate him, at least a little. Max was fine with that. Relationships
could be complicated things and Carl has been very patient, and tolerant
over the years, and Max has recently decided that, combined with his
alternate duties and position, Carl warranted a few special considerations.

Max knew Carl understood the statement they would be making tonight. With
the simple phrase of Carl spending the night, Max meant that it would not
be on the couch, as he had sometimes done in the past, but instead this
time in his bedroom and in Max's bed. Most of all, he was doing this for
Carl. Not because Carl wanted him too, or emotionally coerced him into it,
but because Carl deserved it. Carl deserved the recognition and
acknowledgment of his position and role in his life.

On some level, he knew Carl was freaking out right now, and Max had to
admit to himself, this was as bold a move as he had ever made. But with
Billy's approaching birthday and his coming into his Heritage, combined by
what both he and Carl sensed about his middle son and what that could mean
not only in their lives, but countless others, if it did indeed pan out to
be true.

Max thought of the old axiom, "Change is the only constant in the
universe." and every one of Max's senses crackled with it. Every fiber of
his being told him that things were about to change, evolve,
metamorphosize; and Max was determined he would be ready to face it head-on
with an open heart and an open mind.



                    *********************



As Billy turned into his driveway, he couldn't help note that Carls's truck
was still there. It was after ten and Billy thought it rather odd he would
be here this late since it was a work night. He was happy to see that
Timmy's Jeep was there and he hoped he could get a repeat performance like
he had the night before, especially after that trip home on his bike, which
vibrated his crotch all the way and made him even hornier than he was
before leaving work and saying goodnight to Gavin.

"How's it going guys!" Billy called out as he entered through the front
door.

"Over here kiddo" he heard his dad say from the direction of the kitchen,
where he and Carl sat, Carl on his laptop surrounded by some papers laid
out on the table. "Ya caught us working on your birthday stuff." his dad
mused, looking like the cat that caught the canary.

Carl looked up briefly and asked, "How do you feel about roasting a pig for
your birthday meal?"

Before Billy could respond his dad corrected, "You mean pigs as in plural."

Billy looked quizzically at his dad, "Why so much? I don't know that many
people?"

His dad leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest and
responded with: "Because there will be a lot of people there. Some you
know, some you have met over the years, and quite a few you have never
met."

Billy looked at his father, puzzled by his response. "If they've never met
me then why are they invited?"

His dad's eyes took on a more menacing look, "Because they must be there
and bare witness!"

Billy wasn't so sure he wanted to know what his dad meant by that, so he
just let it drop, "Pig sounds good to me." he said, attempting a half-smile
as he said it.

"There's a plate of lasagna and garlic bread in the oven for you." Carl cut
in, effectively ending the birthday conversation and concluded with: "I
think we're done for the night." he added, closing his laptop and reaching
for his beer.

"I'm going to go wash up first, then I'll eat." Billy said as he headed
down the hallway in the direction of his room. As he passed JD's room, he
noticed that the door was slightly ajar and that Timmy and JD were lying on
his bed, side by side, with controllers in their hands playing some video
game. He noted Timmy wink as he passed by and Billy knew that that somehow
confirmed he would be getting another visit that night, which made Billy
smile. After taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of shorts, Billy
headed back to the kitchen for his food.

He couldn't help notice his dad and Carl had moved to the couch in the
living room and were watching some documentary on the History channel. What
was of special note to Billy though, was that they were sitting rather
close together and that his dad had his right hand on the back of Carl's
neck massaging it casually. Billy sat at the table and began eating his
dinner.

"There's pop in the fridge if you want one." Carl stated, his eye's still
glued to the tv.

'Yeah." His dad added with a playful moan. "There are all sorts of stuff in
the fridge and freezer. Carl held me at gunpoint and made me do KP duty at
the commissary!" laughingly, "Who knew there were so many different types
of milk?" He then quipped: "How do they get milk out of almonds anyway? I
didn't even know nuts had tits!"

Carl just moaned and elbowed Max in the abdomen. It was at that time Timmy
came bouncing in and plopped himself down right next to Carl, followed by
JD, who sat down right next to him.

"Can Timmy stay the night?" JD asked his dad who continued to stare
intently at the tv as he responded: "Ask Carl. Household matters are his
purview now."

JD didn't know what to think. At first, he just stared at his dad, then he
looked over at Billy who just sat there staring back with the same
dumbfounded look he had. Then they both looked at their dad, then to Carl,
who just gave Max this stern sideways glance, who in turn continued to
ignore all of them. When it was clear that Max had no intention of
answering JD, Carl turned to him and said it would be fine, just so long as
they didn't stay up too late.

JD looked back over at his older brother questioningly. Billy just shrugged
back at him being just as confused as he was; what was clear though, was
their dad was being quite sincere. Then, just like he had done it a
thousand times before, their dad rose, looked down at Carl and announced it
was time for bed, and stood there until Carl got up to join him.

Billy and JD watched wide-eyed as their dad placed his hand on the small of
Carl's back and escorted him back to his bedroom. Before shutting his door,
turned and bid them goodnight, leaving his sons with their mouths open and
heads spinning.



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Once again, I'd like to thank Sam for his diligent editing skills and proof
reading!

I want to emphasize, that while this story isn't a sci-fi story, it is a
modern day fantasy and though that may not seem so presient thus far in the
story, those fantasy elements will become clearer as it progresses.

As always, comments are always welcome, I love hearing from all of you!



Ulf



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