The Travis Theory 25

The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs

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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs

CH24

As the months wore on, there were less and less killings and it dwindled to a few each day. When dad and I came to the air base, the firing squads worked from morning until dusk. We had personally never seen them, they were hidden away on another part of the base, but the trials were quick and deadly. Not everyone was killed that had been captured mostly it was the ones that fired on the military, who really were trying to save people including my dad and myself. Those hoods who fired on the soldiers or those that were caught in the act of cannibalism, murder, rape or torture, were the ones who perished by firing squad.

We stood at the entrance to tent-city while dad was talking to some guards. We were excited for a change, instead of worked up over our surroundings. We did not understand why dad did not tell us about every one being alive before now. Then after telling us, he stands us at the gate waiting. Finally, we walked into the city. People smiled as we walked by, a few people, here and there would stop Travis, dad, Joey, Chase or me and ask us something. Most were new faces, because as soon as homes were ready people and their `new' families were moved out.

My eyes searched for by best friend Tristan, from the moment we stood at the gate. Tristan was the tallest at five-foot six, maybe even taller since the last I saw him over three months ago or more. Many people thought we were brothers. We were not brothers, but we hung together all our lives, and I guess he got some of my cuteness because everyone was always saying how cute he was then they would say how cute I was. It did not bother me; I knew where he got his looks from.

Travis held my hand as we walked, he too was looking. Dad walked behind us,

I did not know if he was looking for any of our friends but I knew he was there for me. Joey and Chase were walking behind dad but they were looking too. The problem with tent-city was it was wall-to-wall people visiting and making new friends. Most of them had menial jobs during the day, and some at night, but mostly they were kids with nothing but time on their hands. I spoke up, "They are more bored than we are. They need something to do."

"I will work on it Stevie." Dad answered from behind me.

Then I saw them grouped together. They had not seen me yet and I could not hold back my tears. They were happy tears but none the less tears. Hand in hand, I walked toward Tristan and David. David essentially was Tristan's boyfriend, or at least his sex playmate. When I saw them last, they had not gone into the realm of actual sex but they were pretty close to it. They were facing away from me while Justin, and Mattie, were facing us. Then I heard Justin yell out "They are here! All of them!"

Justin and the others, months before were rescued by the military. After the flu epidemic that killed off billions worldwide, troops were going around looking for survivors and shooting gangs and people that were trying to take control.

Justin was thin and dark haired with a medium complexion, and although I had never heard of him actually having sex with anyone, he sure organized many sleepovers and circle jerks. Everything out of Justin's mouth had to do with wieners or sex, usually both at the same time.

Tristan moved first, he turned around and saw me, and came running over and picked me up, he started crying immediately kissing on me and hugging me tight and I returned it. The others grabbed Travis, Joey, and Chase. The people and kids around us stopped and stared. Dad stood behind us and I could not see him but he stayed silent for a long time. When we had finished all the hugging, we were still crying.

These were our friends that we had been told were dead. Seeing them again could not bring back our mothers and fathers and other friends we had lost, but it was something special and affected every one of us. All of us held each other for the longest time. I turned and looked at Dad, "I don't understand anything, but thank God they are alive!"

Dad gave a weak smile then took a deep breath, "I have some bad news and some good news boys, and Mattie as well? I am sorry to say that no one wants to take the entire group of you on as a family. Declan's mother already has her hands full."

The faces on all of us changed immediately to gloom. Travis weakly asked,

"What is the good news then?"

Dad pursed his lips, "Well, even though I know better, and this is not going to be as easy as of you think considering I don't care for what goes on with the bunch of you, I am going to take you in and take care of you the best I can. But before you get too excited, we only have a two-bedroom mini home. Before we can move you in, I have to get a bigger place. I want you to come with me and get your ID cards. I have all your paperwork, so when we get there dry your eyes, comb your hair and then we will work on the rest."

Although you think we would all be excited, we were not. Yes, it was good news, but it was not exactly what anyone was hoping for. They wanted their own families back understandably. Dad frowned, "Unless you prefer to wait until someone else wants to claim you and take you away from the rest of the boys."

Personally I looked at dad as if he were nuts, but I sure was not going to complain about it. I just did not understand how it would work. Everyone lined up and I noticed that they looked more like couples than kids. Joey and Chase were together and Joey was missing Declan who was now in the hospital with the same stomach pains that each of the older boys had, and finally got over. It had to be some reaction to the flu that wiped out most of the earth a few months before. Dad told Joey that Declan would be all right but still Declan had to go through the tests, and Joey probably would soon. Benito had to go through the same tests as well. That meant I would have them later and I was not any more thrilled about it than the others were.

Tristan smiled, "We are lucky to have someone like you as parental figure Mr. Spicer. Really, what more in times like these, could any of us expect?"

I turned to Tristan who was totally out of character by the way he giggled and the way he talked to dad.

Dad hugged Tristan and told us all to follow him. We did, even though Travis and I did not need to go at all. On the way, the whole group stopped when we saw Mac in front of four companies of men. Mac was a third degree black belt. He was deadly. The second day we were at the base he was enlisted and became a drill sergeant, two weeks later, due to a lack of officers he was promoted to colonel of a special detail to protect kids, of all things.

Orders were being yelled out. Groups broke off and started practicing different hand-to-hand combat techniques. We only watched for a couple of minutes and ran to catch up to my dad, who was talking, not knowing we straggled behind, until he heard the gravel as we ran up behind him. He turned and looked at us, shook his head and smiled. We continued across the parade ground until we got to the building. Dad went in with all the paperwork ahead of us, and then they called the others in one by one.

The excitement had started to set in to the entire group. Dad was given new quarters for us all. That surprised him since it was so immediate, and we could move in the same day. The little duffle bags the other boys had were the entirety of their belongings, and I hoped someday soon we could go back home and get our prized treasures. Dad had told Travis and me before that it was a possibility but not a probability, which really did not make sense. All I could figure out is that meant we will see, which was actually `no that will not happen.'

We had a new life and would have to start over, so much for what dads know, how did he think anyone was going to keep us from going back as a group and getting our treasures? I knew these guys and even if we were not prone to be troublemakers, they could only take so much, right? Or would going back home bring the dreaded events of the past and break us down and strangle us.

Those things did not matter at the time but would surely come up later and bite us. What we did not think about is if we actually succeeded, other kids will want the same rights, and that could cause a revolution in which many would get hurt. There were just too many kids to allow that to happen.

Dad looked at the map of the base and found the street. We all talked consistently as we followed him around, and he threw out rules and duties to us as we walked. Some were okay, some sucked but no one was going to say anything. It took a half hour for us to walk to the house. Our mouths dropped open when we saw it.

Well, the good thing was, it was a big house. The bad thing was that it looked like it was ready to fall down. Dad twisted and turned his head several times looking at it. Then he turned to us excitedly, "What do you guys think about it?"

Tristan frowned, "It is going to need a little more than paint. Maybe we should see the inside first?"

Dad smiled and nodded. We walked up to the porch and dad stepped on the landing. The porch floor caved in and dad sunk two feet into the porch. None of us laughed, we were in shock and went carefully to help him out. He got back on the ground and smiled, "Oh that's not the right house number! Look for 101 this is 102!"

I titled my head and looked at him, "Dad there are only two houses on this street, this one, and the one across from it."

We turned to look at it. First, it had new paint on it, and it was hardly falling down. It did not look like a custom built home, but it was a lot nicer than dad's first house at the base. Dad smiled, "Well that must be it." He started laughing, and then I knew he was having fun at our expense.

I sighed, "Not very funny."

He cackled happily and led us into the other house. He handed the key to Tristan. Tristan looked at it for a moment, then at the house, then at me. He handed me the key, "You're the boss. You should open it."

I took it and smiled, "Well guys, I hope it is better than the last one." I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door creaked sending a shiver up my spine. I pushed it open all the way, and we peered into it. It was furnished, at least in the living room. I walked in followed by the other boys. Mattie took Travis' hand, "I am scared."

"You are always scared unless you are kissing on someone." Travis piped back.

"Travis, behave!" I heard dad say.

"But he is older than me and such a baby almost like a..." Travis stopped and looked at Mattie, "Never mind."

We looked around the first floor. A big living room with old dated furniture but it did have a large 3D holo television, although it would not be helpful since there was only one station anyone could get. It had a long dining table that would seat twice as many people as we had. It had glasses and dishes, cups and silverware, although it was not really silver. There was a china cabinet which also was not filled with china or crystal. The kitchen looked like it was made at the turn of the century but we tried everything and it all worked, as well as the refrigerator.

Chase found the basement door and looked down it, "I found the dungeon. This is probably where they kept the prisoners." He yelped. We all went to look. Understand it was unusual in the southwest United States to have a basement at all, so when one was found kids would naturally assume it was a dungeon or worse.

Dad turned on the light and told us to wait upstairs while he checked it out. We watched and waited and finally he came back up, "It is very dirty down there, I don't want you boys playing down there at all. Unless you misbehave and I can chain you to the walls for thirty days."

I really doubted that would be a problem since none of us wanted to be buried alive, or be stuck in an old dungeon. There was a back porch with a big trashcan on it and an old dog food bowl. Justin looked at the bowl and started crying. Mattie left Travis and took Justin's hand and then hugged him. Outside there was a big yard, unkempt, but large enough for us to play in, since there were no other houses around for at least two blocks. The bad part is it was full of weeds and bramble bushes.

Dad nodded his head, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. We need to look upstairs."

Dad climbed the stairs first, since we were fidgeting about not wanting to fall through the floor. He was up there a few minutes, "Come on up boys, I picked out my room, you guys will have to decide your rooms."

We went up the stairs single file and stood on the landing. It overlooked the living room and was pretty cool. Then we started looking in the rooms. Bunk beds, double full beds, I heard a whine out of a couple of the boys, and I knew if Declan and Benito were here they both would whine too. It was definitely not set up for a bunch of boyfriends, but it was pretty nice and we could double up on the rooms. When we finished looking, we went around again checking each one out.

When we finished I looked at Tristan, "This time you go first, you are the oldest."

He grinned and readily agreed. David followed him close behind. They picked the largest room next to dads, which we had not actually seen but we were guessing. I turned to Justin, "You're turn!" I heard Travis growling behind me.

Justin picked a small room with a single bed in it. When we giggled he explained, "This way I don't have to smell any of you farting all night."

We all giggled to that. Then Travis demanded we pick a room. I looked at dad. Dad nodded, so we went looking at the rooms again. Travis picked one before I had a chance to say anything. It had two twin beds with very small frames and no headboards. There were nicer beds and I just looked at him, "Trust me." He said.

Then everyone else started picking a room. Chase and Mattie started arguing. Dad went down the hall to see what it was about, "What's up guys?"

Chase was almost in tears, "There are just bunk beds left, and Mattie says I have to sleep in a room with him! I am not going to sleep in a room full of dresses and pink stuff and look what he picked, the only pink room in the house!"

Joey stepped up, "Hey sport, Declan lives in another house. They didn't have room for us there, why don't we get a room together?"

Chase did not seem to like that idea very much either, and flatly said so. Dad sighed, "There are five more rooms, if Mattie wants the pink room he can have it, Joey and you can get rooms next to each other."

Joey's room had bunk beds in it but they were made into a desk underneath, on both sides. He was happy. Chase picked a blue room with bunnies on the wall paper, next to Joey's. He was happy. Mattie stood in his room a few minutes and stepped out, looking sad. In his silly English accent he said, "Bloody hell I don't want to sleep alone!" We started laughing which did not make him any happier. He turned to Chase, "If I don't bring dresses into your room can I stay with you?"

Chase grumbled a bit and looked at dad. I could not see my dad's face but I am sure he sent some kind of message to Chase, "Okay but I don't want you kissing me on the lips all the time!"

We started laughing at that and Mattie glared at us, "Thank you Chase, I will behave and try not to get silly like Tristan keeps saying I am."

Chase looked down at Mattie's shoes. They were pink. Mattie's eyes got big,

"You said dresses, nothing about my shorts, shirts, trousers, or shoes!"

Chase sighed, "Okay I did say that, come on in! Maybe frilly pink and white stuff will be hip someday." Mattie would keep any dresses he found in the pink room.

I felt sorry for Chase but he was resigned to the arrangement. I knew he would try to work it out. To him that was better than sleeping in the same room as his big brother. We looked in dad's room last. It really was not a giant room but it had a big desk in it and a couple of empty file cabinets. While we located the three big bathrooms, dad turned on the air-conditioner and the cold air took us by surprise. We had all gone almost three months without one, and it felt good. Dad told us to get settled in, and he would be back with a truck and we could pick up our stuff and the food, then we would all go to the commissary to get staple foods.

As soon as he left, I closed the door to my room and looked at Travis, "We could have had the room Justin took, it was awesome, and when you spent the night it would be so cool!"

He frowned and went over to one of the beds and pushed it over next to the other. I looked at it while he looked at me. I did not catch on at first,

"So what is that supposed to do?"

He sighed, "So we can sleep next to each other when I spend the night!

That's why Chase didn't want to sleep with Joey because of Declan coming over! Wake up Stevie, sometimes you go for pretty instead of us."

I shrugged "Well I have you and you're pretty. I guess I could have got Mattie."

I was hit in the arm for that, and some nasty words. I rubbed my arm, "You are not supposed to hit me!"

Instead of telling me to grow up he stopped and stared at me for at least a minute.

"What?" I asked.

His face contorted, "Mattie is sleeping in the same house as you, ALL the time!"

"So?" I asked.

"Oh! He is going to be kissing on you, wiggling his way into my bed and trying to rub on you and kiss and?" He stopped, ran to the door, threw it open, and down the hall he went. I was dumbfounded and just stood there. Then I heard him yelling, "And you better not try sleeping in my bed with Stevie EVER, and if I hear you are kissing all over him or rubbing him or whatever else you want to do with him?"

Then it got quiet and I heard him talking lower. I walked out into the hall and everyone was out in the hall as well, "I am sorry Mattie, I didn't mean to make you cry. I am just afraid someone will steal him from me."

Everyone in the hall turned and looked at me. I am sure I blushed, a deep red. I looked down the hall and Travis and Mattie were hugging. Justin looked at them then turned to me, "Well he can kiss and hug on me all he wants too."

I sighed and went inside my room and sat on the bed. I tried to clear my head of Travis' outburst and thought of what it was going to be like with having the new large family that I was not prepared for. Little did I know what was in store for us. I took off my shoes and clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. It figures, the only thing the house was missing was towels. I went back to my room and put my clothes back on.

Travis came in, "I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "I wouldn't do anything with Mattie anyway, but you are acting like I am your property and you own me again, and Travis you do not own me!"

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"No I am not mad at all, but I wish you would stop fussing about Tristan and Justin and Mattie. They are just as scared and lonely as we are. And what if they start crying and need to be held? Every time I think of my mom, I cry. You think about your parents and you start crying. Travis, people need love right now and we are the only ones that can give it. Are you going to get jealous of every kid in tent-city that I hold and let them cry on my shoulder?"

He was grinding his foot on the hardwood floor, "No, but Mattie, Justin and Tristan ARE a little different." He defended.

"No they aren't. You are just saying that because I have known Tristan and Justin all my life, and you are afraid of Mattie 'cause he likes to kiss and touch." I tried to explain.

He sat on the bed next to me, he was thinking of what to say. Since he was lost, I grinned and leaned over and kissed his cheek. He immediately grinned – very wide, "Okay, forget them, I know you love me even if you are weird about it sometimes."

I sighed again and hugged him from the side, "I know you are possessive but I have never done anything to make you get upset like you do. Even if you don't trust everyone around me at least trust me."

"I do trust you one hundred percent, that does not mean I like others trying stuff with you, or seeing what they can get away with!" He leaned into my shoulder, "Things have changed, and I can't lose you too."

Tristan came in followed by David. Tristan shrugged, "We will come back later."

Travis grinned, "No it's okay."

"What's up?" I asked.

"Did you hear what Justin said about Mattie?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"What do you think about it?" David asked.

"I think it's none of our business." I answered.

"I think that is a great idea!" Travis jumped up yelling.

I frowned, "Just remember Mattie is sensitive, and Justin wants sex with anything that moves."

David shook his head, "I think Mattie might be the same way."

"Guys, what does it matter as long as they are both happy?" I asked.

Justin, Tristan, and I had dreams of girls, at least at one time. With the flu epidemic, not many girls our age survived. Girls that did survive were either in their late teens or younger than ten. Those girls were being kept away from the rest of the air base families and personnel, whether they had families or not, the girls were on the other side of the base, with guards protecting them. Now those dreams had all but been ruined.

Before the flu, there were almost sixty girls in our class with only ten boys. Some of the classes even had more girls than we did. So far, not one of the girls in our class had been found alive, so far anyway. I knew because I watched the trucks come in every day, and I helped put people in the right areas and take groups to the hospital. It was a job I did not have to do; it was one I wanted to do, so I could find our friends. That is how I knew Justin and Mattie were alive, even though we had been lied to about the other boys being alive.

None of us were the same now, but Justin and Mattie seemed worse off than the rest of us. They were followed by Benito and Chase. Chase did not want to be left alone at all, but didn't hang on his brother either. When Justin was found, his eyes were glazed over and he was talking to himself incoherently. Mattie was in even worse shape than that. Tristan had almost starved to death, Joey and Chase saw horrible things, and David was hidden by his mom before a gang killed her for the little food they had. Even though Travis and I had it bad, at least he had Mac to protect him, and I had my dad. Declan had his mother, and somehow she kept them alive. So the kids that had someone to take care of them during the crisis fared much better than those that survived on their own.

I wondered though if any of us really survived. Maybe it really was a bad dream like many had said they hoped it would be, but I knew it wasn't, this was too dreadful for any dream, or nightmare. A vehicle pulled up out in front of the house and Chase yelled out, "The General is back!"

I came out of my daze and realized Travis had been sitting there looking at me the whole time. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I was just thinking bad stuff." I answered.

He kissed my forehead, "The others are outside waiting for us to join them."

I heard dad honk the horn. Travis and I went outside and jumped in the big vehicle. It was a silver blue giant, all terrain SUV. It had seating for nine and plenty of cargo space. I was not going to ask how he got it, but with millions of unused vehicles out there, I was sure the army was getting the best they could find.

We went to our first Army house and the guys helped dad and me load the food and our personal stuff which was mainly clothes. Then we drove to Declan's house and got Joey and Chase's things while dad talked to Declan's mom about Declan's health at the hospital. Joey and Chase said nothing to her at all. Something had happened and no one was talking.

We took everything back to the new house and put it away. We loaded back into the truck and headed for the commissary. The commissary is where food stores were given out. Even though there was no milk, there was dehydrated milk and government cheese left. There was enough for almost twenty years according to dad.

Commissary rations are distributed to families. No matter if you were a Private, General or civilian, you had to have the paperwork for your entire family. After the Private looked over dad's papers, he looked at the bunch of us, "You have your hands full, sir."

Dad then told the Private that Tristan and I would be picking up supplies most of the time. Then a couple of Privates loaded the truck. We got back in and dad drove down the street to the PX. The PX was like a giant chain store with all the goodies of one, with a hair salon, pharmacy, photography area, electronics area and a clothing area. Except for the clothing part, everything else was made before the flu. It seemed there would be plenty to go around no matter how many people were left from its devastation.

Each month we had limits on what we could have, and each boy had ration cards, several of them, for different things. It was not the amount spent that mattered as much as the amount of things we wanted. For instance, we each could have one CD a month, or one movie or video game, but only one of any of them. Of course, we could rent any used ones for three days and bring it back and there was no charge at all, unless we were late.

We could each buy one new outfit a month and every three months a pair of dress or other shoes we wanted. We could have a haircut at any time, and before dad let us go shopping we were standing in line for a haircut. That would not be so bad. There was one lady that had a license, and one that was in training to be one but the flu kept her from finishing her schooling. The manager, who we thought was gay because of the way he talked and pranced around the place, was really nice to us. I was not sure if it was because we were cute boys or that dad was the Surgeon General, or if he was just that way to everyone.

We did have to wait because there was a line before we got there. While we were doing that, dad got a 3DHo player and picked out a movie for himself.

It would be either a war movie or a Clad Silverman action movie. Movies went by age too. In 2040, they became very strict about what age brackets could see what movies, or own them. Since Chase was ten, it did not just limit him, it limited the whole family. So we were stuck with PG and G movies until he reached twelve. That was not too bad. Under the new government, even that could change.

After we got everything put away including our towels, dad told us to take showers. Travis had to go home and eat, but he promised to be back. While we took turns showering we each made our beds, I helped Mattie and Chase with theirs, but told them, "You guys have to learn to do this yourselves, I am not going to do it every day. I have to clean up after Travis as it is." They agreed and actually paid attention to what I was doing. When I finished I took my shower, wondering if the other guys were horny like me.

I could not help myself, I looked down, and it was standing at attention. I got the baby oil and oiled my chest, wiener, stomach, and arms. I was going to have some fun, in private for a change. But when I picked the bottle of oil up, there was no doubt that others had been using it. Over a quarter of the oil was already gone. I smiled to myself and knowing that the others did it, probably for the first time in months, I got a little more excited. At least I knew why it took so long for everyone to get out.

I turned the shower on lightly and leaned back against the shower stall and then flattened my hand. I slowly started rubbing it against my tummy and my butt started to pump as it tickled more and more. Then my red top needed to tickle so I took my other hand and put it over my red top and as my stem moved across my tummy, my other hand rubbed my red top.

It tickled more and more and my bum pushed and pumped into the tickling. I could not help it. When that pee feeling started, I stopped and rested. I was breathing hard and my arm was sore. Now the water lightly sprayed on my wiener keeping the sensation going but it would never be as good as both hands rubbing it to bits.

As it throbbed and pulsed relentlessly, I washed my hair. Satisfied, with my hair I went back to work on my wiener that would just not stop. I started again, and the tickling was as if it never stopped. That little wiener would not be happy until I wore it out. Most of all it was fun, and since I had a locked bathroom door for the first time in my life, I was enjoying it more than ever.

I rubbed and tickled frantically this time, my bare bum pumped rhythmically and my balls as little as they may have been tightened up and I noticed my hand rubbing down that low, and working back up my stem. My head looked up to the ceiling and I continued until that pee feeling started again. My arm wore out once again and I stopped. I caught up with my breathing and boner or not, I finished washing.

I felt good and rubbery and clean. I got out and started drying off, when someone knocked at the door, "I have to go pee!" Travis yelped.

"There are three bathrooms! I am drying off!" I yelled back. I heard him run down the hall. He must have really had to go, or he would not have left that easily.

I dried, and naked I went to my room. I heard the television going downstairs and food cooking in the kitchen. I heard Tristan and dad talking in the kitchen so I presumed he was helping dad, which he was. Justin said he would set the table, but the younger boys were either outside or in front of the television. Travis came running down the hall and grinned at my nakedness, "Yummy!"

I threw my towel in his face, and went into my room. He followed me in and looked at my still pulsing wiener, "You could have waited, and we could have rubbed together."

I looked at him, "How do you know I played with it?"

He grinned, "Because your cheeks are red, and your wiener is blushing purple and red, that's how!"

I stood and looked in the mirror. The little bugger was right. I sighed and sat deciding to wait until I cooled off before going back downstairs. Now I knew why dad gave me those little smiley looks when he saw me after I played with myself. And that of course embarrassed me that he and probably mom too, knew I was being naughty. He told mom everything; even if she didn't know it he would have told her anyway.

I pulled on my blue briefs and sat on the bed. Travis was still grinning,

"You can't go downstairs they will see it sticking out even with shorts on."

"I'll wear my uniform shorts then." I answered, "No one can see nothing if I am wearing those."

He shrugged, "If you say so. I went looking around and they have a sports area. I signed for bats and balls and gloves, but I couldn't bring them all at one time. I also signed for a weed eater, but we have to have everything back in three days."

"What is the weed eater for?" I asked.

"To clear the lot and make a baseball diamond of course." He answered looking at me as if I was dumb.

"Did you bring a shovel to move the cactus and gloves to get out the bramble bushes?" I asked.

He frowned, "No I didn't think about that."

"Well we will have to get those tomorrow. Dad can drive us in, and we can carry all the stuff back." I decided.

He grinned, "You think of everything."

I frowned, "If I think of everything why do you keep looking at me like I am stupid half the time?"

He shrugged again, "Because I do things and you don't see the purpose until I point it out."

"That's not being stupid, that just means I can't read your mind. Like the beds. I figured we just sleep in the same one like always and you make a

big deal about having two of them together." I grinned.

Now he frowned, "Well now we have a bigger bed! Then after dinner, I want to try them out." He looked down at my wiener, "And since I know you can play with it all day, you better not give me any excuses."

Someone cleared their throat. We looked up and Justin was standing there, "You guys are going to have to explain what I just heard after dinner. The General says it's time to eat, and I am starving for real food for a change!"

I put my shorts and sandals and a t-shirt on and Travis and I went downstairs. "I am going to start the weed eating guys, so I will be outside while you eat we need to clear a play area since I don't have room at my house."

Dad smiled, "Very good idea Travis. Whoever isn't doing the dishes can go and help you after dinner. And you boys may want to do the front yard too, so it doesn't look so bad."

Travis beamed and went out the back door. Dad said grace and we ate in silence. Well almost in silence, it sounded like a pig trough, but in a few days, they would settle down and eat like humans again? I hoped.

While I sat there eating, I could only think of Travis snuggling and kissing on me. I could hardly wait for the weekend when he could spend the night, as long as the others did not bother us. Maybe, just maybe, if he went to sleep early enough, I could do something that I had only dreamed about, if my heart did not explode from fright. I did not know what was worse, wanting to put him in my mouth and doing it, or being caught by him or dad, either way, it was a frightening idea. I still had a stiffy.

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