Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2018 05:44:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Little Red Roosters III I want to take a moment to thank D, the owner/moderator of Nifty.org. I lost all of my copies of this part of the story and thankfully Nifty had the originals and sent them to me. Without his help, this and the next chapter would not have been re-written. So, take a moment to thank D for his help. Better yet, make a monetary contribution to Nifty today. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you so much D. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ On Tuesday night a few weeks later, after I had helped Todd with some homework, we were sitting at the dining room table having a bowl of ice cream. He said that he's been asked to spend the night at a friend's on Friday and could he go. My mind started going a million miles an hour for I remembered well all those nights that I'd spent at the homes of Rooster members. Those first few nights when we formed the club were some of the more memorable for me. Since Todd had just started wearing his Rooster shirt I imagined him hanging out with a bunch of big cocked boys. My mind quickly envisioned my twelve year old son with a big cock in his mouth while someone else sucked on his. Then I envisioned my sweet little boy with one of those monsters shoved up his tight little asshole and felt my own cock start to stir. As I said, I'd never had any inclination to engage my son in sex and I didn't then, it was just the idea of it along with the fact that I still remembered the intensity of the feelings that ripped through my virgin body when I'd been engaged in sex with the other boys. Todd brought me out of my reverie. "Dad. Can I dad?" I refocused on Todd, took a deep breath and asked him a few "dad" questions about who, what and where. He told me a friend had invited Todd and a couple of other boys to spend the night and that they were going to play Monopoly and I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny about that dad?" my adorably cute young son asked. I shook my head. "So, does this sleep over have anything to do with your new t-shirt," I asked. The look on Todd's smooth young face gave me the answer I was looking for. "Wha' what do you mean dad?" he stammered, his already high voice raising another octave. I smiled at him. "Come on," I said standing up, "I think there's something you ought to know son." I stood up and started out of the room, Todd stepping in behind me and following along like a baby chick. I went into my bedroom and opened a drawer. I'd already taken my shirts out of the box they'd been packed away in and put them where I could easily get at them. There were six of them in small to XL large sizes plus a hooded sweatshirt. Obviously I'd grown up since the inception of the Little Red Rooster's. I pulled the smallest one out, my original, turned to my son and let the shirt unfold in front of him. I watched his ice blue eyes get even bigger than they already were and thought that he was going to shit his pants right there. He didn't say anything so I pulled out the other shirts, unfolded them and lay them on my king sized bed. My son simply stared. My shirts were identical to his and I was thankful that the design hadn't changed in the twenty odd years since the club's beginning. "Where did you get those?" "Well son, you may find this hard to believe but I was one of the original four founders of The Little Red Roosters. Actually, my friend Andrew and I dreamed it up then two of his friends got involved in the idea and one of them, a boy named Mark, drew up the design." Apparently my son hadn't heard me. "You know the name of the club?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Didn't you hear what I just said Todd?" He looked at me; slack jawed, then shook his head rapidly from side to side then waved his hand in front of his small body. "Wait, this can't be happening, this is too frickin weird." That my son had come close to swearing in front of me was a testimony that he was having a difficult time dealing with what I was telling him. "Run that by me again." So, I told my son the story about the founding of the Little Red Roosters. "I was at the old city swimming pool and met another kid in the shower who was also quite large and we got to talking about the stares and the jokes and comments about our cocks then agreed to grab a coke afterwards and talked some more. I spend that Friday night at his house and he mentioned having a few friends that were like us, big cocked boys. We got to talking about what it would be like to form a club since there were clubs for everything else but of course we couldn't exactly call it the big dick club. He said his other friends were coming over the next night and maybe I could stay again and meet them. I laughed when you mentioned the monopoly game because that was the same excuse I gave your grandmother when I wanted to spend a second night away from home." Todd laughed at that. "So, we met and one of the boys was a red headed kid named Mark who referred to his cock as his little red rooster. One of the reasons he had done so was because of the song and the other reason was the fact that his hair was red. That, along with the design on some dishes that my friend's mom had caused me to make the connection and the name of the club was founded. Mark could also draw like a pro and I think he actually became an illustrator in Hollywood or something. The first rooster he drew was pretty wimpy and we told him so. He then drew that one," I said pointing to his shirt, "because it reminded him of the fighting chickens that he saw at cock fights in the Philippines." "The name of the club came from a song?" he asked. I nodded my head and wiggled my finger at him beckoning him to follow me. Back in the living room I went to my CD collection and pulled out the Stones, checked the track number and slid it in the player. I hit play, cranked up the volume and closed my eyes, letting the heavy solid beat flow through my body. I still loved that tune. When it finished I turned the volume down but let the disc continue to play. Todd basically stared at me with a dumbfounded look on his face for a moment then his face split into a big grin. ""Wow dad, that's really cool," my son said, clearly now in a bit of a state of awe. So, one of the boys named his dick the little red rooster?" I nodded my head. "I'll bet it wasn't so little," my boy finally laughed. "That's exactly what Mark said." "So," Todd said as he put two and two together, "that means that you..." he said pointing at me and letting the statement go unfinished. I nodded my head and finished the sentence. "...Have a large penis." Todd waved his hand and shook his head again. "Okay, can we not use the word penis dad; it sounds too, I dunno, teacher-ish and almost stupid." "Would you prefer dick?" I asked "Or cock," he added so I nodded my head in understanding. Sometimes my son could be a quick study. "So you must have a big dick. I mean, you couldn't be in the club if you didn't." Todd still hadn't grasped onto the fact that I was a founding father so to speak. I know he said it, but I think the concept was still escaping him, at least a little bit. "Yes son, that's what it means." I must have had a bit of a sarcastic or condescending tone or something because Todd said, "Okay, you don't have to treat me like I'm a retard. It's kinda hard dealing with all this, ya know. I mean I belong to a secret club because of my dick, which I get teased about I might add, then I find out that my father was one of the people who started the club." He stopped for a moment then asked, "did you get razzed a lot too dad?" I nodded my head. "Yeah son, I did and so do most of the members of the club even though its good natured teasing. I mean, let's face it, at your age dick size is generally smaller and it's also pretty important and but so is fitting in. Just remember that those boys that are teasing you are also jealous that you've got what every boy thinks he wants. Well, most men do too." Then my son sort of softened and I realized that we'd passed a sort of bonding thing. Most boys can't talk to their dad about stuff like that and here I was, a father who not only understood but had gone through exactly the same stuff as Todd had. Then his face reddened appreciably. I knew darn well that it was because he knew that I was well aware of what kind of stuff went on when Rooster members got together in private. I didn't say anything but Todd finally did. "This is kind of embarrassing dad." "What son, that I know that you're engaging in sexual activity with other boys?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, and jacking off and making sperm and all of it," he said, his eyes looking at the floor. "Well, that means that you know the same thing about me then doesn't it," I said softly. Todd raised his pretty blond head and the expression on his face told me that he hadn't considered that, despite its obviousness. "Jeez what a dumb shit, I mean, ass, I am." He smacked his forehead with the palm of one hand. "I didn't even think of that. So that means... you're not mad." I shook my head. "No son, I'm not mad. Come to think of it it's probably we time we had "that talk," I said, using my finger as quotation marks in the air along side my head. "I already had that talk in school dad," my son said. "Not the stuff I'm gonna tell you." I beckoned Todd to follow me into the kitchen where I grabbed a couple of Cokes from the fridge and we went out to sit in the solarium that I'd build onto the entire back of the house. "First off son, how many Rooster meetings have you been to?" He asked if I remembered the boy who'd spent the night a month or so ago and of course I did. I mean not counting the fact the boy had some blood in him other than white Anglo-Saxon and was cute as the dickens; it had only been 30 days before. It's not like kids were at our house every weekend. Instead of going through all that I nodded my head and said, "Ayden." Todd nodded his head and went on. "Well he told me about it then, that night and asked if would be interested in joining. We'd already talked off and on about sex and of course dick size and stuff, and he's pretty big dad, so it wasn't like he asked me out of the clear blue sky I mean I've known him almost six months." So, After my son said yes he and Ayden talked about Todd having to meet a couple of other boy's on the committee cuz those were the rules and so they did that the following week when he spent the night at Ayden's and they made it official and this coming Friday night was going to be his first real meeting and so could he go? I was only slightly amazed at the number of words that poured out of his sweet mouth without any punctuation at all. A couple of thoughts went through my mind. One was; if it was going to be his first full meeting that, in all likelihood, meant more than four boys; it mean anywhere from four to a dozen or more. That many naked boys, and they most assuredly would be naked, would be like being in the snake house at a major zoo. The second thing I thought was; how could I be there to watch that, knowing full well that adults were never allowed to be at meetings. I said nothing. "Yes son, you can. Now..." and I proceeded to tell him the facts of life as they pertained to sex play among boys; that it was common, that boys had sexual urges and thoughts about sex almost constantly in early adolescence, that boy play didn't have any bearing on a boy's sexuality, didn't mean he was gay. In fact most of the Roosters that I knew as adults had families of their own which meant that there were probably other father's having this same discussion with their sons. I went on to say that once a boy discovered masturbation and or the discovery that he was producing sperm then masturbating became frequent to a point of being a daily activity for short periods of time. "Words dad, words," Todd interrupted, "masturbate sounds dorky although I can live with sperm." "Jack off?" I asked "Beat off," he offered. "Squeeze the weasel," I countered. One of Todd's thick dark brown eyebrows raised and the other dropped and a slight grin, or maybe a grimace, started to form on his perfectly shaped red tinged lips. "Squeeze the weasel?" I nodded my head then Todd laughed out loud, his high voice a wonderful melodic sound that I loved. "That's frickin funny dad." We talked for another ten minutes or so then Todd asked me what kinds of things I'd done with other boys. I was honest with him and told him that I'd done everything imaginable. When I asked him the question he said that he'd jacked off with other boys, sucked on other boy's dicks and had his dick sucked but hadn't done any fucking. "Ooopps, I'm sorry dad." "Words son, words," I said. "In the context of discussions like this I'll allow street terms. I'd prefer that in everyday conversations however we both try to use better grammar." Todd nodded his head and went on. "I guess I'd like to put my dick in another boy's ass but I'm not sure I want one up mine. Doesn't it hurt?" I explained that it could but that there were plenty of things that one could do to get a boy up into a fog of hotness before he got fucked. Todd indicated that he knew that licking and finger fucking a boy helped. He wanted to know if I'd licked a boy's ass and I said that I had. He said that he had too but that he liked having it done better than he liked doing it but didn't mind doing it. It was a little surreal having such a descriptive discussion about sexual practices with my twelve, almost thirteen year old son. It was like we were discussing the pros and cons of broccoli over asparagus. As he talked I again had a vision of my beautiful young son with a monstrous cock in his mouth; the expression of total bliss on his smooth face as another boy jacked him off and caused his sperm to shoot out onto his panting belly. I keep referring to Todd as beautiful and he is, stunningly so. Small, like I was, Todd was probably about 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds tops. He took after his mother quite a bit. I mean, I had been cute as a teen and was handsome as a man but his mother was a knockout. Todd had gotten her thick platinum blond hair, ice blue eyes; blemish free porcelain skin and oval face. He'd gotten my button nose along with a few freckles, defined cheekbones, perfect white teeth and easy going personality. And apparently my dick. That got me to wondering just how big my son was but I wasn't about to ask to see him. I didn't have to because Todd brought it up. "So, can I ask you a personal question dad?" "I thought you already had son," I responded. He laughed then said, "How big are you, how big were you when you were my age?" I should have known that we'd get to that part but I was still a little surprised when he asked. "Well, I guess I was about 7 inches at your age and the last time I measured, let's see, I think I was eighteen or nineteen, I was just a touch over 9 ½ inches." Todd's eyes got pretty big. "Damn that's three inches bigger than I am." So now I knew. He surprised me again. "Can I see it dad?" I raised an eyebrow and Todd said please then said he'd show me his. I didn't have time to think much about it because my son stood up, shoved his sport shorts and briefs to his knees and pulled his t-shirt up under his to his chest and held it there. Since I'd been sitting right next to him, he stood barely 18 inches away from me exposing all his boyhood glory. Todd's belly was flat and taut, the curves of his hips and pubic bone, the lines of his stomach muscles becoming more defined as he shed his baby fat. Below that hung his pride and joy; easily 6 ½ inches of uncircumcised cock the head of which was barely peeking out from under his foreskin. At the base of his dick was a smattering of sandy grown fuzz that probably hadn't been there six months before. Below that hung a respectable set of balls, one below the other in a pale, blue veined smooth sac. I admired him for a five count then stood up. Todd's eyes were glued to my waist as I unbuttoned and unsnapped my jeans then shoved everything down before pulling my shirt up and exposing myself to him. "Holy shit dad, you're huge," my son said. I'd heard that from more than few guys even in college. Indeed it was impressive; long and thick with an apple sized head. "How come I still got my foreskin and you don't dad?" "Well when I was a young Rooster one of my friends was uncut and he said it was great, especially when jacking off. I'd always wished that I hadn't been clipped so when you came along I decided that we would leave you au naturelle," I told him. He said he was glad that we did even if he was different than almost every boy he's seen. "Some of my friends really like playing with it," he went on, any embarrassment about his sex play completely forgotten. " How big does it get when it's hard do you make a lot of cum my friend Derek does the last time he shot a glob of sperm all the way over his shoulder I only got as far as just above my nipple of course Derek was getting fucked by Tavin and I guess there's a spot in your ass that makes you really cum good if you get it touched or rubbed on when you squirt but I never tried it yet have you tried it dad gosh do you shave your hairs another guy in the club does I just got mine so I wanna keep em awhile." When Todd got amped up over something one had to listen hard to get everything. It helped that his voice was sort of sing song in that, when he asked the questions his voice rose slightly and when he answered them it dropped. He mostly kept looking at my crotch while he talked so I continued to look him over. My son really was a vision of perfect boyhood. Everything about his body was picture perfect and I was being as objective as possible. If he weren't my son I would have loved to lick every inch of his young body before taking every inch of his wonderful cock down my throat and I wouldn't have stopped there. I'd always loved boys of Todd's age and stage of development not to mention beauty not only when I was his age but ever since then. I'd actually had a 13 year old boy lover for almost 6 months when I was in college and many a year after that I jacked off remembering just how fun and hot it had been. I came out of my memories and tried to answer all of the questions that Todd had asked and as I did I saw that he was getting hard. That made my dick start to come alive. "Gosh dad I'm getting a boner," Todd finally said looking up at me. When he looked back down I could see the difference in my dick and he commented on it. We both stood stock still, it seemed as though neither of us wanted to stop, and when Todd's cock was poking out in front of his slender body he couldn't help but take hold of it and squeeze it tightly a couple of times. When he let go it rose even quicker and his foreskin slowly pulled back off the head. "I really wanna beat off dad." He looked up into my eyes and added, "Will you beat off with me?" I had to give that a moment's thought before I nodded my head. Todd shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor and sat back down on the cloth covered sofa that we'd gotten up from for show and tell. He let his legs splay open. His smooth balls hung gently between his equally smooth and pale thighs and when he took hold of his cock and pulled upward, his ball sac rose as well. I shoved my own clothes to the floor and sat down next to him. My son watched as I grabbed my rising cock in a full fist grip and began to stroke it. The sofa wasn't all that big so Todd and I were sitting close to each other which allowed me to almost look down on his crotch as he loved himself. It took a minute or so of stroking my dick and tugging on my fat balls to get me to full on hardness and when I let go of it Todd commented again on how huge it was. "I bet it's hard for a boy to suck on too, huh dad?" he asked as he continued to stare. Then he asked if I'd ever sucked my own dick. My answer was to lean down and take the head into my mouth and suckle it for a second or five and when I brought my head back up it wouldn't do but Todd leaned over. Using one hand under his thigh for leverage I watched as my young son's tongue snaked out and licked the tip of his cock head then pulled himself a little lower and barely got the head into his mouth. He came back up, telling me that it worked better when he was on his back with his legs pulled back and over his head. That was something I'd love to see. Todd's head rested back against the back of the sofa and his free hand moved downward and his fingers slid in between his thigh and his balls and as he jacked his young cock the bag moved against the back of his fingers. I didn't think it was going to take a long time before Todd squirted but it took longer than I'd expected. The positive side of that was that it allowed me to get up to speed, as it were, so that he wouldn't be there waiting for a long time for me to finally cum. Todd and I looked at each other as we sat there loving ourselves and once he looked up into my eyes. It was hot as hell seeing my drop dead cute young son's eyes half closed, his mouth partially hanging open and then close and his facial features changed into a grimace and then relax as a new feeling ripped through his inexperienced young body. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly and not because they were my son's but because they were so inviting. Todd's mouth went back into a grimace, air was sucked through his teeth and then he relaxed again but not for long. "I'm think I'm gonna cum dad," he said. We both watched Todd's cock as his fingers did a quick shuffle on a down stroke so that his foreskin stayed off of his sensitive cock head. Todd groaned and tossed his head back against the green and brown plaid colored sofa and a glob of sperm shot out and landed on his panting belly. His head moved and I assumed it was so he could watch the rest of the show which consisted of another glob that popped out and dribbled down his cock head and over his thumb, his rapid movement causing it to fall off while two more small burps oozed out. Todd's stroke slowed down even more as his sperming ended and he readjusted his fingers so that he could return to sliding his foreskin back up over his cock head where he squeezed it into a nipple and caused his sperm to ooze out of it. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he just sat there panting. It was my turn. I'd been tugging my nuts as I jacked off but moved my hand so that the thumb hooked around the base of my dick and my fingers pressed on the sac as I pushed down and brought the skin tight on my cock head. I swiped the thumb of my stroking hand over the slit and pulled some of the leaking precum down to lubricate the head then concentrated on the sensitive satiny flesh. Constricting and relaxing my muscles helped bring on my orgasm. "Okay Todd, here it is," I panted and a moment later we were rewarded with a jet of cum that splattered the top of my chest. I was glad that my shirt had been pulled up over my head before I started. "Fuck dad that's awesome," Todd exclaimed as the next two squirts went almost as far. The rest of them, five more in all, landed anywhere from just under my nipples and down to my belly button before my body slowed to an oozing that ran down over my fingers then dripped off into my moss. I continued to slowly stroke myself, coaxing as much juice up out of the shaft as possible before I let go and let my hand fall to rest on the sofa, my fingertips touching my son's. Neither of us said anything for a solid minute while our breathing returned to normal. Todd spoke first. "That was pretty incredible dad. Thanks for doing it with me and thanks for telling me about the Rooster's and stuff. Knowing that you had the same kind of problems that I'm going through helps and I know I can ask you questions and not feel embarrassed." I told him it had been exciting for me too, thanked him for trusting me and talking to me and no matter what he could always come to me with his problems. He leaned toward me so I dropped my head and we kissed. Todd had always kissed me on the lips so his thank you kiss was nothing out of the ordinary. "I do have a question though. When I said I was going to going to play monopoly at Ayden's how come you laughed?" I chuckled again. "Remember I told you that I'd spent the night with my friend and then the next night I wanted to go again?" he nodded his head. "Well I knew your grandmother would want a good reason for spending 2 nights in a row at a friend's house so I told her we were going to have a monopoly championship." "No way," my son said. "Way," I responded. "That's hilarious dad, seriously." The next few days were totally uneventful then on Thursday night after dinner and homework Todd came to me. "Dad I have kind of a favor to ask." When I gave him my full attention he went on. "Well I told Ayden about you being one of the boys that started the Little Red Rooster's and he got really excited. I hope you're not mad at me for it." I shook my head. I truly wasn't mad. The club was steeped in secrecy and it was expected that any boy who was invited to join was able to keep secrets. I had no concerns what so ever about Ayden knowing of my involvement. "Well he told a couple of other guys in the club and well, they all wanted to know if we could spend the night here Friday night and not at Ayden's house." I raised an eyebrow and Todd sort of rushed onward. "Seriously dad, most of the boys want to meet you they think it's pretty cool knowing someone who started the club I didn't tell them that you and I beat off together or anything." My brain went into overdrive. Being in the same house with a bunch of big cocked boys who were most likely going to be naked and playing with each other made my belly tingle. "And what about the fact that you guys are most likely going to be playing around," I asked him. "Well that's another thing dad. They don't care if you're here. In fact Ayden says they're hoping that you'll even do some stuff with us." Both eyebrows went up at that statement. I asked Todd what he thought of me playing sexy with his friends. "I think it would be radical." So it was, on Friday after dinner Todd and I went to the market to get a variety of combustibles for the crowd of boys we were expecting. On the way to the store we stopped and picked up Ayden who was waiting for us on his front porch. As he walked toward the car I was able to take in the boys' beauty. Slightly taller than Todd, Ayden was a light brown color. I would learn later that he was a compilation of half German and a quarter each Filipino and Italian. Ayden's head was a mass of loose black curls that came to his shoulders and framed an oval face that was dominated by high cheekbones, huge doe like eyes that were very slightly almond and I found out later were an incredible gray green color. His ready smile revealed startling white teeth and like my son, his lips were perfect, albeit a little bigger and thicker. I would love to have them pressed against mine or gripping my thick hard cock. Before e the night was over I'd get that and more from the boy. As he piled in the car he said, "Hey Mr. Erickson." His voice was not much if any, higher than Todd's. "Hey Ayden," I responded adding, "you can call me Tristan, okay?" he smiled and nodded. "This is so rad that you're letting us stay at your house Mr. ... I mean Tristan." "I'm happy to do it Ayden." Not long after we got back to the house one of the boy's called and said that he didn't have a ride so Todd asked if I'd go pick the boy up. I pointed out that he had guests that were supposed to be arriving and I was a little uncomfortable picking up a stranger. "I can go with you Tristan," Ayden piped up, "that way Todd can stay and let people in." I shrugged my shoulders and agreed. The trip to the store was a lot of fun actually. Ayden seemed to be a font of energy, bouncing this way and that, always with a smile on his smooth young face. We got plenty of looks from people, not a few I suspected who were boy lovers given the way they checked the boys out. Can't say as I blamed them, I would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed. We bought a shit ton of stuff then headed back to our house to drop it off. "I love this car Tristan," Ayden said as we pulled out of the driveway. We were riding in an '87 300 ZX 2+2 turbo. Painted a "fuck me" red I'd purchased the car in Vancouver B.C when it was new because you couldn't get that model in the US. It was long and low and fast. As we headed up the street Ayden commented that it was cool that I'd beat off with Todd. I was more than a little surprised at that since Todd had told me that he hadn't said anything about that. Ayden then added that he hoped that I would be willing to do it again that night with the rest of the boys. "They're all really looking forward to meeting you. It isn't every day that you run into an original member of the Roosters," he went on. All I could do was nod my head. Ayden didn't stop there. "A few of us are hoping that you'll do more than that." In the interest of finding out more I asked Ayden what they had in mind and the boy had no problem telling me. "Well Sandy wants to try and suck your dick but I think I want you to fuck me." I glanced over at the boy. His hand was literally down the front of his sport shorts. He looked me right in the eye and didn't make any attempt to hide what he was doing. "Are you sure about that Ayden?" he nodded his head. "Mack fucked me last weekend and he's 8 ½ inches. Todd said you were really big, almost 10 inches long. I really wanna see that." "Well, Todd said that you're pretty big too." I responded. He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, wanna see?" He didn't wait for me to answer but simply lifted his slender little butt high enough off the seat to get his shorts and underwear down halfway to his knees. He pulled his over sized t-shirt up and I gazed down at the large brown sausage whose head lay almost to his hip, in my direction. The kid had to go seven inches or longer. Since I was driving I couldn't really check the boy out. "You can touch it if you want to," he said softly as we came up to a red light. We were still in a primarily residential area and a quick check of my mirrors and windows showed that we were pretty much alone. I reached over the console and as I did Ayden pulled his shirt up a little higher. I took hold of the mostly softened appendage, the first boy I'd touched in over 15 years. I gently squeezed his cock and felt him thicken against my grip. The boy sighed out loud, closed his eyes and rested his head on the seat. I could have leaned over and blown him right there but the light changed and we moved. "Oh man that felt good Tristan," he said as he tugged his clothes back into place but continued to rub at the front of his shorts. We got into heavier traffic so I had to pay attention to what I was doing and not what the cute young boy next to me was doing, which wasn't much actually. Ayden gave me directions and twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of an apartment complex about a half mile from where I'd grown up and from where the Roosters came into being. Ayden bounded out, about as much as one can bound out of a Z car, and as he did a boy came out through the front security gate. Taller by seven inches than my boy or Ayden, this boy carried himself with confidence. On the way over I was told his name was Andrew, which I thought was pretty coincidental considering it was another Andrew that I had formed the club with. He approached Ayden, shook hands with my guide, then Ayden crawled into the back seat to give the taller boy the front seat. If you've ever been in a 2+2 Z car then you know there is zero leg room in the back seats, unless you're under the age of like, four. "Hey, I'm Andrew, but never Andy," he said with a grin." Talk about shades of Deja Vu. That was exactly what my friend Andrew said the first time we introduced ourselves. "I'm Tristan. You're not by chance an Andrew Junior are you?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Not really. My dad's name was Andrew James and mine is Andrew Paul." "You said was," I said. "Yeah, my dad was killed in a helicopter accident when I was about three. He was an Airborne Ranger." "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you lived in the city long?" "All my life," he responded. My head was spinning a little bit. I was beginning to suspect that this boy might be my old friend Andrew's son. He certainly could be the age that any son of my friends' would be and his face sort of reminded me of Andrew as a mid teen. "This may sound a little bit strange Andrew but do your dad's parents live fairly close to where you live?" "They used to but they moved down to Arizona about five years ago. Why do you ask Tristan," Andrew asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression on his still smooth face. "This may sound crazy but was the house that they lived in sort of 1960's modern, flat roof and lots of big windows?" He nodded his head, "Yeah, it was," his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was suspicious about how I knew so much about him. Before he could say anything I went ahead. "I knew your dad Andrew. He was one of my closest friends from like, the 7th grade on. It was he and I that started the Little Red Rooster's and we did in your grandparent's basement." I thought the boy was going to shit his pants right there. "No way," he said and for the second time in a week I responded with, "Way." From the back seat I heard Ayden utter, "Fuckin awesome." "That is fuckin awesome," Andrew exclaimed with an emphasis on is. After a moment he went on. "You knew my dad you can tell me what he was like and stuff," he said, his voice giving away to emotion. He was quiet for another moment then said, "So now I know where I got my big dick from." I nodded my head. "Yup," I said.