Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2010 21:15:36 -0600 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Boy Model Coop 7 Boy Model Coop by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) Seven: Adventures of Different Kinds Richie and I were assigned to big brother a pair of 12 year old identical twins. The Davis twins took a keen interest in them, they take a keen interest in all of us but keener for these two. I guess, being identical twins they felt some kind of kinship with these new boys. Peter and Paul were just such delightful boys to be around, the fact they were so much younger didn't seen to make any difference to us. Vic really enjoyed them too. In addition, to the usual qualities a model needs they were funny and cleaver. Like many ID twins their parents dressed them exactly alike. Well as exactly as they would stand for and expected them to act and think alike. At first they expected to be doing everything together but we quickly overcame that. Sure we all do lots of stuff together and in the Rag Trade and on the internet they were or would be a team. Their interests and likes were close but not exact and Richie and I worked on that a lot. I am sure they were equally talented and equally smart too. Richie took Peter and I took Paul. The first thing we did was tie a red piece of yarn around Peter's penis and a blue one around Paul's, so we could tell them apart. In fact it took us several months before we learned to recognize the subtle differences between them. Vic took even longer but then he did not spend as much time with them as we did. Paul was the ring leader or I guess in twin terminology, the dominant one. I think ring leader is a better term in this case. He seemed to think up most of the pranks and jokes but Peter was a close second, just a little more reserved in expressing himself. At first anyway. It only took a few months and they were working and interacting with us and the others quite independently from each other. They were 12 and already had some modeling experience when they came to the Coop. They had modeled rags before, mostly for catalogues and print ads. Of course they slept together in Richie's room and were no strangers to each other's bodies. It was obvious they were a lot closer then it appeared in public and as soon as they realized it was okay to kiss and hold hands, stuff like that, they were right into each other and within a week, Richie and I. They also adjusted to the nude bit a lot faster then I did. I guess they were accustomed to being naked together, so it was just natural in front of other boys. I must say that if any mischief was to be done it was Peter and Paul that were in the thick of it. The Davis twins took it all as normal twin behavior. Some of the older boys and technicians were less amused but no one ever got real angry. They moved into the boy sex quicker then I thought they would. Like almost immediately. Experimenting first with each other then with Richie and I. I noticed the Davis twins always took them into their rooms together and probably more frequently then any of the other boys. Once I moved over to our condo I almost never had sex with the Davis twins but Vic was looking after my needs, all of them. I was heart broken when they told me their parents had gone through very ugly divorce, just a few months before they came. They sure missed them, that was obvious. I guess mom had moved back to the midwest and dad an army officer was stationed in the middle east, that is why the boarding school arrangement. I could see they would do well as models and make more than enough money to pay their own way. Vic and I took them with us on visits to my home town. I knew my parents and Richie's too would just fall all over them. They sure did, even my sisters pitched in. After about six months Peter and Paul were comfortable enough to go alone with Richie or I. My sisters complained a bit but Richie needed his family time too. I should also mention, as soon as I got my drivers license, I started to visit my family on my own, without Vic or Don, not that they didn't come but just not as often. Vic of course made sure I drove my own car, a very used but serviceable mini van. Yes a dumb mini van with a four, not a six. I think Vic was worried that I would get into trouble driving the sports car or his New Yorker. I grumbled but in my heart I knew he was right. Once I started to drive the twins or Paul alone, I realized my responsibility. I know it slowed me down a lot on the road. It was about that time I realized just how important this big brother bit was in my training and education, in making me the man I would become. Now that Don is gone I had to take over in a number of boy model departments and teach Paul some of what I had learned from him. The easiest was sex. Once Richie had two new roommates he spent only a few nights a month with us in the condo. Now don't get me wrong. Paul and Peter along with Richie were frequent visitors and we all enjoyed lots of boy-boy and man-boy sex. They just didn't spend the night that often. These kids were just the sexiest two I had ever encountered. Not only did they develop that, please take me to your bed eyes and looks, they had the bodies to go along with them. I guess it was because they had started puberty early, like me but even earlier like 11 and a half. What no one at the Coop knew was the reason for the divorce, not even the boys. I didn't find out for a long time either. Their mother had been pushing them since toddlers to be models and actors. She tried unsuccessfully to get them into commercials and stuff like that. When puberty hit she panicked. Mistakenly as it turned out, that they would loose that child appeal and cuteness. These boys were also being boys, very active male boys, sports and stuff like that. Another fear raiser. Narrator speaking: If the truth be know she suffers from a combination of bipolar and schizophrenia. This was not recognized at the time. They were dad's boys 100 percent. Not that they were any more discipline problems than any other boys, just that they worshiped their father and his army buddies. Dad is a man's man, with strong leaderships skills and a masculine personality. Not any more crude or coarse than other military officers. In fact, he never took his ideas of military discipline home but he did bring many other military traits like loyalty and honor. Once puberty hit they became phallus obsessed. Mostly with their own and your twin brother's, which is almost the same thing, only not. She panicked. What dad discovered, fortunately before any real damage was done, was she began giving them her birth control pills. Fortunately not the whole thing, just half a pill each and fortunately only several doses. Now puberty in boys is not a smooth curve but it goes in fits and starts. Also fortunately the boys were in-between testosterone bursts so the added estrogen did little damage. What could have happened, if enough is given over a long enough period and we are talking here a couple of weeks at full strength, is effectively castrate them. The boys knew nothing of this. All they knew was mom left, they also knew she was not allowed to see them for a year and then it would only be under supervised conditions. To go quietly, dad had to agree to see the boys continued along the modeling path, at least until they were old enough to decide otherwise for themselves. When the overseas assignment came, dad had no real choice, the Coop is the only modeling centered boys boarding school of its type, that he could find on short notice. The Davis twins didn't even need to see their resumes or get a photo audition. Dad was impressed too. After all here were twins that had been there and done that. One other twist that no one realized was the effect on these specific boys of the vitamin and protein supplements being given to all the models by the Coop's physician. What Carter told you before about steroids was his mistake or misunderstanding. I should have corrected it at the time, I guess. Not steroids unless medically necessary for any boy or man. Carter, all the models and most of the staff were given large but not dangerous does of the Vitamin B's highest in 12, along with other vitamins and minerals and off the shelf protein supplements. The supplements and vitamins were in quantities consistent to the body weight, activity and outcome needs of the individual. That is why the frequent blood tests; he talked about and the physician supervision to constantly adjust the amounts. For Peter and Paul this combination produces a metabolite, that in sufficient quantities has strong aphrodisiac properties for them. The newly pubescent rarely need any assistance in this regard and these boy specifically did not. It is not known exactly why this should be but one in about 200,000 is estimated to have this little genetic quark. Why this specific metabolite has this effect is not known, it just does. One reason so little is know about it relates to the fact that both the supplement and the vitamin mix above a specific threshold levels must be ingested, available to the liver in this case, at the same time. The only known measurable effect is that of increased libido. Since that is a very difficult thing to quantify for a host of reasons, little work has ever been done on this and most people with the "condition" don't even know they have it. Carter speaks again: They did spend a few days with us when ever Fritz, Don and Klass would visit. The first time they came Fritz and I did as before just fucking our brains out for the first day or two. When they both got a chance to join us it was some wonderful time. Fritz was quite impressed by them and between us, gave the pair a bed welcome they will probably never forget. The highlight saw Fritz and I laying on the bed with Paul riding my cock and Peter riding Fritz's while kissing and fondling each other to one massive almost coordinated ejaculation. These boys just loved sex, with us, with others and with each other. They also seemed interested in girls too. Richie and I figured Fritz would like them as much as we did and he sure did. We also figured he would have some kind of special present for them. He did that too. Again, just before he and the others left for home he held a little ceremony. This time he presented the boys with necklaces that featured a two toned gold and platinum charm of the zodiac sign Gemine, the twins. It had one boy on each side of a vertical pillar which on close inspection was a huge Phallus. The boys were thrilled since on the back of the charms it has Peter and Paul engraved. He then inducted them as Squires in the Order of the Phallus, which required them to kiss the penis of each Knight present. Those two managed to ham it up and make all of us laugh in the doing. Don and Klass made Vic promise to bring all four of us to the Netherlands on our next trip. Vic suggested Jenny search for twin girls to appear opposite the boys for the next campaign. This year we would start traveling in the spring and it would last most of the summer. Fräulein Dagmar was hired to travel with us and tutor all the boys and girls in high school and middle school and give extra help and special courses for the regular school boys that lived in the Coop house when not traveling. We still did not take anyone under 12 on the road with us. We boys would leave early and make stops in the Netherlands and Germany. The French and Uk distributors did not want us but the Dutch and Germans did. I think Fritz and Klass/Don had something to do with this but Vic would not say. We went for a week in New York so Zeyde could meet the twins and Fräulein Dagmar. The twins love him right off, just like I had. His attendants were all very nice boys and gracious hosts, as always. The oldest boy, a fellow named John pulled Vic and I aside shortly after we arrived. He expressed great concern with Zeyde's health. Zeyde had been quite successful at hiding just how serious his heart condition really was. He had been operated on several years before I met him for prostrate cancer and Vic was concerned about a reoccurrence. John assured us that the physician said no. It was his heart and he should take it very easy and get away from the stress of running SA. Vic thanked him and assured John and I he would see that some changes were made in the coming months. I was curious why it was John and not his medical or legal staff that was telling us this. I was also curious why I was included in the conversation, especially when John admonished us, we three were the only ones who knew and not to tell the other boys in the household. At that time Zeyde had John, who is in his 20's and 4 younger boys about 14 or 15, living with him. During the week Vic spent a lot of time in his office and on the phone. All that time it seemed Zeyde had a constant stream of visitors, mostly young men, I took it boys who had lived with him over the years. Vic seemed to know most of them quite well. He also told me a number of the SA staffers were former "Zeyde Boys", as they are known. I was quite shocked when he took me to the downtown office. I had been with him in NYC many times since that first visit but this was the first time I ever went with him to his office. Everyone seemed to know me but I'm sure they would all recognize Wilma too. They all seemed to know that I was Vic's lover too. I hoped they didn't think the only reason I was one of SA featured models was because of that. I shouldn't have, I know how talented and popular I am. I had met many of them on the road, at Zeyde's or in Vic's California office, which is just down the street from our Condo. Anyway the office was very fancy, just like the pictures, in a tall, named building, with a fancy address. What surprised me was how small it was. I mean the total staff was only about 20, mail boy to Zeyde, Chairman of the Board. Vic's personal space was very small, not even as big as our bedroom. Of course their are pictures of Wilma and I all over the place. Other models too but most of us. I guess that is because we are featured. We met with one of the companies lawyers in a small conference room. It was a very nice room with big leather chairs that swiveled and big windows that looked out on the city. I realized about half way through the meeting that trouble was brewing for Vic. Some of the other executives were pressuring the board of directors to force Zeyde to retire. They wanted to make the current President into Chairman and CEO. Zeyde was opposed. Then the penny dropped. Zeyde and Vic and John and I had a very slim voting share majority. The lawyer thought Vic should try and get at least one other board member on our side, in advance of the fall meeting. Vic assured him that would be taken care of. That is when I learned he would be taking over as chairman, just as soon as he could get Zeyde to retire. Then he turned to me, "Carter I think a shareholders resolution to create the post of Past Board Chairman should be presented at the next meeting for a vote at the annual meeting." I was dumbfounded. Then he turned to the lawyer, "why don't you write it up and Carter will sign it." "He can't Vic, he is not 18 so his legal guardian will have to do it but you can both sign if you wish." "Good lets do it. Just make it very clear this is Carter's idea and wishes and I am signing as legal guardian. Email the stuff when its ready." The lawyer left and Vic slumped in his chair. "I see some kind of palace revolt is underway Cart. It is up to us to put it down, what say you?" "I say fire the bastard and be done with it. I don't know Mr. Fitzwalter but if that's how he does business I don't want to either." "Carter you are speaking from your heart not your head. Fitz does an excellent job. He has kept sales up, new designs coming and our production costs in line, without resorting to sweet shops or questionable labor practices. Fitz was opposed to my taking on the VP job when I did, to young and inexperienced but Zeyde overruled him. I will do the same thing but in a less confrontational way. Look, Zeyde should retire, you heard what John said. We just need to make that happen in the smoothest way possible. Besides I don't want to be the CEO. I will be board chair and VP. I have been doing most of that stuff for a few years now anyway. Only Zeyde, you and I know that." "What's with this share business?" "When you and I hooked up Zeyde gave you a few thousand voting shares in the company, you get them officially when you are 18. Your dividends have been purchasing nonvoting shares. You my little man will be very wealthy at 18. He has done the same for John but being over 18 John is aware of his stake. Zeyde has established non voting share accounts for all the boys who live or have lived with him. Non of them ever know that until they are of age. I am sure I can get the other Board Members or a few of the big share holders to go along with our plan." "Our plan?" "The Past Chairman's position is your idea, remember." We both laughed at that one. I could see the wisdom of it. It lets Zeyde ease himself out of the industry with grace and face. Now I understand why everyone is and has been so loyal to him. He rewards loyalty with both loyalty and wealth. "You mean the four that are now living with Zeyde and John all have secret share accounts?" "Yes they do just like yours, except you have some voting shares as does John." "But why?" "I'm not quite sure why but in your case, I think it has to do with our relationship. It was kind of an early wedding present." "But what if we don't make it?" "Then we don't, once Zeyde met you, he knew we would. Just like I knew we would. We will face a few tough decisions in the years to come Carti, you and I, but we will make it and I still want grandchildren too," he said with a big smile. I wondered about that after. I wondered where these grandchildren were going to come from. So far the only female I have impregnated was on the patch. I wonder what the hell he is thinking or more like scheming. The twins were having a wonderful time in NYC. Zeyde's boys were showing us, mostly them, all the sites. Even Richie was enjoying himself. Fräulein Dagmar was ecstatic since this was her first time as a tourist in NYC. It was on the way home, home to Zeyde's condo, that Vic told me he was Zeyde's adopted son and Zeyde's name is really Ishmale Stone. "Well he didn't like daddy and he just hates Ish." Makes sense to me. Then it made even more sense, being his son, he would probably inherit most if not all of Zeyde's voting shares. He would in effect own the company. Now it really makes sense. Now I am beginning to understand part of the motivation behind the structure, not the nature of our relationship. "Something else you should know, about half of the male staff at SA are former Zeyde boys. Many go back before my time and they are still absolutely loyal to him and by default, me. Those men will be just as loyal to you Carter, when we legalize our partnership." Wow, I mean Wow. I am just overwhelmed even today, thinking back on it. I was 17 when most of the preceding stuff came down. When I turned 18 things really started to happen. Vic talked me into attending Columbia, his old school but not starting until the Winter quarter, first of the new year. That preceding spring Zeyde officialy retired and became the Past Board Chair. He was still a member of the Board of directors but in a more or less advisory role. Vic took over as the Chairman. He also kept his VP position. Fitz was unhappy about my resolution but realized early on he did not have the votes to defeat it, if Vic and Zeyde voted for it. Vic had also lined up some proxies if needed but they were not. I think Fitz realized it was the best thing for the company, since Zeyde still carried a lot of respect in the industry. The Rag Trade is often quite cutthroat at best and having access to other powerful movers and shakers, who normally would not talk to the competition, was a good thing for all concerned. I think he also realized that Vic had been groomed for this job by Zeyde and since he had shown his competence would have it. Fitz by the way is very well paid, very well indeed and he does have the companies best interest at heart. I also think he realized I was being groomed by Vic to succeed him as a VP, when he mentioned I would be attending Columbia in the Industrial Engineering program. Vic also made some comment about both of us getting our MBA's at Harvard in the future. Hell I was happy just strutting my stuff and being Vic's significant other. I had wanted Richie to go to university, preferably with me but he declined. He really wanted a career in the porn industry. Vic kept reminding him he could go to school and do the porn thing at the same time, perhaps he would run his own studio some day but he would have none of it. Over the summer it was a big battle with the Davis twins but I managed to get them to agree for Peter and Paul to come with me to New York. They had a lot of lobbying with their dad to get that change but when he came home on leave that summer and met Vic and I, he relented and the Davis' agreed. We had to promise to keep our California condo and make frequent visits as well as keeping theirs and my contracts with the Coop in force. The hardest thing for Vic and I to resolve, was our official relationship. He wanted us to get married but I wanted a domestic partnership and business partnership. I still had not completely ruled out a female partner and having children of my own. If we became to official my chances of getting women in my bed would be greatly diminished. I sure liked the twin butt I was getting on a very regular basis and I think he was enjoying it too. We settled on the domestic partnership for now. We would need to inform my parents that we were lovers. It was getting harder and harder for me to visit them and not sleep with Vic during those visits. Richie, Peter, Paul and Vic all accompanied me back home late in the summer, to do just that. I got my parents and sisters sitting around the living room with my support team, to make the announcement. I managed to deliver my little speech, telling them I would be studying at Columbia and living with Vic in our Manhattan condo. Then I sprang the "Vic and I are a couple, deeply in love." My dad smiled and my mother out and out laughed. "I thought you had some news for us Cart," she said, "we have know you two were lovers for years now." "Ya Carter, stay in the Rag Trade since your acting leaves a bit to be desired," my oldest sister interjected to received a stern look from my dad. The twins and Richie were all giggling along with my youngest sister, who I figure the twins had been banging over the last few months at least. I would have said something too but Vic garbed my hand. So it went. Later that day my dad and I had a little talk that clarified things for me. God I love that man. He told me he knew early on when Don let slip the car he was driving belonged to me and Vic. He figured we were lovers. At first he was angry but realized it must be something I wanted. Over time, it became obvious that we were both so happy when together, he knew this was something real and powerful. "I also knew you and Don shared more than a room and that you two cared for each other very much. Since he accepted you and Vic, your mom and I figured we should do the same thing. I take it your, uh, romance with Wilma is just a game?" "No, we fuck as often as we can. Vic sleeps with Jenny too. For us it is more lust than love. I sure like her and she likes me but I guess our agendas are not the same. Wilma sees herself as a supermodel. I want an education." Then I told him about Zeyde and SA and my share of the company and what Vic had in mind for me. "Are you two going to get married? You can go to Holland or Canada or live in Mass." "Vic wants to get married but he also wants grandchildren, but I'm, oh I don't know." "Look Cart if you two are as much in love as you appear to be. Lets face it, any non parent who can live with an adolescent and still love them, has got to be in for the long haul. He is to young to be a grandfather but you can adopt you know. What about the twins they need a family, at least for a while yet. You know they are both having sex with your sisters." "That's all right with you?" "No, not all right. They could get pregnant, you can't. So take them with you, give them a family until their father gets back." "And keep them out of my sister's pants." "That too. I think you know what I mean. Look, I never told you or anyone but I have had a few flings with men over the years. I love you mother as you know but I also know how good a man can be in bed too. Your not the only bisexual in the Cartwright family and neither am I." Well at least I understand him a lot better now. "God, I love you dad." "I love you too son. I think we both always knew that. Fathers and sons should also be friends and buddies. I guess we have been that too, since we both had each other's back for a long time now." I looked at him with a big question mark on my face. "You did your best to protect me and your family and I did my best to protect you and Vic. That's what a man does for his family. You my boy have been acting like a man since you were a boy. Nothing makes a father prouder of his son than that." I kissed him on the lips for the first time since I was about 5. God I love my dad. "So you think I should accept Vic's proposal?" "Yes I do son. I think you two have grown from a sex crazed boy and his equally sex crazed boy lover into a true couple, a family Carter. Go for it with my blessing." "Thanks dad, but how do you know we were sex crazed?" "How did you get here kid. You and Vic will just have to be a little more creative to give me grandchildren than I was children, that's all." Man I couldn't believe all this was happening, at the speed of light, but it was. That night Vic and I took the Twins to bed and after fucking each other for what seemed like hours we had a late night snack and a little talk. It had never occurred to me and I guess Vic either, that the Twins were suffering from some kind of abandonment issues. They seemed to be normal and well adjusted ever since they came to the Coop. Well we didn't know much about their former lives either. Anyway, it started in the bedroom after our round of sex and love making, all of us had developed some strong emotional ties over the past year or so too. Since I never experienced any kind of abandonment issues and Vic's only experience was in the doing. He had abandoned his former life and his "so called parents", those are his words, he didn't either. Peter and Paul dropped into completing each others sentences and clung tight to each other, while trying to express their concerns. They didn't know why their mom had so suddenly departed and had stopped all communication with them. They love her, she was mom and now no phone calls, no letters not even a birthday card. In fact, they were quite devastated by this, they missed her very much. With dad fighting "bad guys" in places like Iraq and putting them in boarding school, they felt double hard done by. Vic picked up on this thought quickly and assured them, we, he and I, would always be close at hand. "Carter and I want you two to move to New Your and live with us." He held up his hand to stop us three from interrupting. "I didn't want to tell you about it until all the plans and your father's permission was in place. I think you should think this all over and ask questions don't you. I mean you two may not want to live with us in a strange city." All through this little discussion the twins were fondling each other. It seemed more like a nervous habit than passion. Vic went on to outline what he had in mind for us and now them. They also expressed a little concern that when their father found out or realized they were gay and their worship of masculinity went beyond social to sexual, he may reject them. That, Vic told them was a valid concern for all homosexuals and bisexuals. He reminded them that my family did not reject me but embraced him too. I reminded them that since they were banging my sisters, both older than they were, that perhaps they weren't gay but like Vic and I, bi. It was resolved that Vic would get his plans in order and try and get their father to come home on leave ASAP. We all snuggled up together in our big bed, for some much needed sleep. Vic and I put the twins in the middle with one of us on each side. I also thought the Davis twins needed to have a heart to heart with them as well. I was sure they had insights to twin thinking that we didn't and never would. They did and I was right, they did. I had a meetings with the lawyers and accountants, since I would be assuming full control of my contracts and finances in a few weeks. That's when I found out most of my domestic money and all of my off shore cash was not cash at all but long term investments and trust accounts that released money in age stages like 25, 30 and 35. I could direct large amounts into investments that passed the trustees criteria for soundness, legality and minimum returns. At first, I though things had been arranged to make me dependent on Vic and my dad but not so. All my education expenses were automatic, including clothing and transportation. The trustee just told me, no 150 K sports cars. All my earnings would be banked automatically and I could spend that money as I wished. No one would or perhaps could, tell me how my porn money was being collected in the Isle of White accounts, that I could access when outside North America, through my Swiss bank. Over the two years we had made four of those films. My accounts told me I was obligated to report world wide income for US tax purposes. Now I understood why the off shore accounts didn't report anything to me. If I don't know, I can't report. Since my Dutch photo shoots and kid movies, were stuff that appeared on my web site, the expenses and income related to that was part of my reported income and expenses. In effect I have been several professional corporations for some years now. I just didn't know it. The lawyers show me the domestic partnership contract they arranged with Vic's lawyers. This spelled out a separate but equal deal for our living expenses and the like. Vic was seeding me half interest in the both condos, our cars and a bunch of other stuff. From now on, I or more appropriately my trust, will be paying operating expanses, food and stuff like that. I got right into the business side of this stuff. In fact I kind of liked it. As usual Vic had thought of just about everything, so the instructions he had given these professionals were very complete. They only had a few questions for me as to how the final arrangements with his people should be set. I was glad Vic had been so considerate. He must have known that neither of us could be rational and logical, being blinded by our love for each other. By putting two teams of experienced professionals to work on our behalf's, a fair and workable deal would be arranged. Obviously each of us was bringing something to the union but that something was unequal. It was a share toward equality based on a time of 10 years, almost six of which had already passed. The only assets not being accounted were those gained under less than legal means, if any. I knew I had some and I figured he must too. When I got home Vic was working on our party invitation list. He had always encouraged me to keep in as close contact with people I worked with or liked. I had a host of email buddies outside of the Coop crowd and people from my home town. The home town crowd should be interesting now shouldn't it. We decided on four parties East, West, Florida and the Netherlands. At that point we had not decided on any kind of ceremony. Vic assured me Zeyde would be devastated if we had our East party and any place other than his Long Island estate. John would organize it for us and he was sure Zeyde would have non of our budgeting interference. He loves to throw grand parties and this one will be grandest of the grand. "Zeyde will insist on his personal tailor for our dress and you can be sure the social and trade press will be in attendance. I hope you are ready for that." "It is not the social pages or trade press I am concerned about, it is all of those stupid teen magazines who just love to print stupid articles about Wilma and I." "Well perhaps we should invite them and Wilma to all of the parties, not just the southern one." "You know Vic you are smarter than the average bear but not your average bare." That old joke of his has been repeated a thousand time and he and I still get a kick out of it. It has become our custom, if possible, to stop and kiss a lot before going on. Some traditions are stupid but some are surely worth fostering. This is one of them. Most of our word plays and puns are groaners like Klass sure has class. Not that the bear, bare is all that good, it just has all that history. "I think we should use our wedding as an excuse to introduce our, Wilma's and my successors as featured models, the boy and girl twins. It will also give us a chance to help Wilma move on in her career aspirations. We can do a press conference before each party. If I am giving up my celebrity status, lets milk it for all its worth." "I think I have trained you to well, Carter. If I didn't know better I would be worried about my job." He hit Jenny's number on his Blackberry's speed dial. I was just a little slower with Wilma's on my cell phone. "I think this is brilliant Cart. SA will get a ton of free publicity so will the twins and Wilma can move from casual and swim to high fashion. Zeyde will make sure all of his trade buddies are in attendance, you can be sure of that and Jenny will see she is dressed in just that, the highest fashion. SA's advertising/publicity department will scream when they see what all this is costing." And here I was wondering how Vic and I were going to afford all this. Turn our wedding into an advertising and SA publicity event, that's how. Brilliant and I didn't think of it first either. I almost don't believe this. Sometimes I think it is a dream. Better said, I think, I am in a dream. Here it is two years of marriage. Vci and I are celebrating our second anniversary, the twins, both sets are fucking up a storm in one guest room and Peter and Paul's father and the twin girls mother are in the other bedroom doing the same. I know, she is not a screamer but very vocal. Vic and I are just laying here enjoying each other's company. Well as much as you can enjoy the company of someone who has over indulged in Champaign and who you have to keep kissing so the room won't spin. A tough task I know but someone has to do it. Vic has been a kind and patient partner when I have over did it in the past, its the least I can do. Part of the job so to speak. Our first party, the western one, was planned to the last detail and went off without the slightest hitch. Everything was on time and nothing was missed. Leading up was a bit of a different gig for me anyway. At times my head was swirling around, so many things were happening so fast. Vic was a tower of strength for me anyway, nothing but nothing seemed to derail him. "Look at it this way Carti. It is just a big show or shoot and nothing more. Organizing stuff like this is part of our jobs. Well a big part of mine and a small but growing part of yours." Vic insisted, no presents of any kind but if anyone wanted to make donations to child oriented charities, they were welcome to do so. Vic's secretary and the local office would deal with all the correspondence and stuff like that. I know my parents wanted to get more involved but that just was not possible. I took solos and my two sisters are yet to come, so they will have opportunities. For the past five, almost 6 years, one of the most important people in our lives has been our house keeper Mark. I don't know how Vic found him but they seemed to have known each other for a long time. Mark is a writer and his partner Edward runs a small up scale antique and art shop in the city. When I was a boy I thought he must be real old, I mean he was as old as my grandpas. Now that I am an adult I realize he is middle aged late 50's. Mark has kept this household together for us. When I lived at the Coop, meals were prepared by the staff and the laundry bag, bedding and stuff just happened once a week. It never dawned on me that we needed to look after ourselves and do things like cook and clean, until I move in with Vic. I knew the older boys helped out in the kitchen but I didn't realize they were learning to cook for themselves, until later. Mark is a very quiet diminutive man and like Vic and a real neat freak. I think that is why we all got along so well. Since Vic picked up after himself and I did too, the condo was never to much of a mess. In the beginning I would go across the street for lots of meals and to socialize (read that as sports, sex, hang out, sex, socialize, sex.) and work, with my buddies. The Coop house is an old mansion with lots of grounds and a modern dorm wing. Mark fixed our evening meals and often lunches, kept the place clean, got the laundry done and just ran the household. Given that all of us Coop boys work as well as go to school, we all learn to live very highly organized lives. Mark was a godsend to me. Had he not been there I am sure I would have accumulated lots of penalty minutes for being late. At the Coop house we each had a large white board in our rooms and a huge one for the house in the dining area. We learned early on to schedule ourselves almost to the minute 24/7. Vic gave me pocket sized "Day Timer" right after I move over. He made me put everything in it for a week in advance. He even made me schedule my study time, noting the subject and page numbers and television programs, almost everything. Mark and Fräulein Dagmar were big helps with this when I was a kid. I really only ever saw Mark during week days, since he didn't travel with us. In a way he became mister mom. Looking back on it, I can now see how he eased me from Vic's 12 year old little prince to a fully functioning partner, taking an equal role in running the household. Vic's office staff and Mark worked closely together but I didn't realize that until I started to drive. They did all of our bookkeeping and paid all the bills and so on. I have no idea how I learned to handle my own money but some how I did. I guess my parents and Vic just gave my guidance. I always had cash and when I started to drive a credit card. Vic would give me anything I asked for or even suggested I might want. He spoiled me that way but I also learned only to ask for things I wanted, since the more you have the more responsibility you accumulate. Being a neat freak and living in a condo with limited space or sharing a room at the Coop, also limited in space, you learn fast not to over accumulate. I don't know what Mark thought about my sleeping with Vic he never said. He was just always around for me with a hug or a kiss on the head when I needed it. He never said much of anything about our sexual behavior. I know he knew what went on between me and the other boys and Vic too. He was the most discrete person possible, when Fritz and company visited and never batted an eye as naked boys ran around the place playing grab ass and crotch tag. Anyway, our moving to NYC turned out to be a real godsend to him. His writing career was taking off big time during our last year and he was beginning to feel the time constraints. Even with me taking a larger role, having all our food ordered by email and delivered. It was hard. I got a laundry service and cleaning service on a weekly basis and that helped. With us moving his job would go from full time housekeeper and part time writer to full time writer and part time housekeeper. Vic suggested Mark take over his condo office space for his writing, that way he could keep home and work separated better and the condo would appear to be used on a daily basis. All of our expanses would still be the same anyway. I have digressed again, let me see I was about to tell you why Mark was such a life saver. It all happened about a month after Fritz and Klass' first visit and Don's departure to live with his lover. Mark discovered almost immediately after it happened, that most of our communications were being monitored. He thought the voice level on the hard line was suddenly not right. Mark is a mystery writer and created a very gay and very masculine, fortyish privet eye, who gets into all kinds of adventures. This has given him a bit of a suspicious mind and some book knowledge of things like communications monitoring and so on. He checked the household computer and found it had some spy ware on it. He checked my laptop and found it did too. Then he inspected the condo from top to bottom, looking for anything out of place, and sure enough he found little things moved and slightly out of place. Things on high book shelves and stuff like that. Mark would be the only one to dust and clean and he always puts things back just so. He suspected, he was sure, he knew the condo had been bugged. When I got home about 4 pm he signaled me to keep silent and showed me a note he wrote. I though it was funny since he had a single sheet of paper on the granite counter top and wrote with a soft lead pencil. "Act the part and agree with whatever I suggest." he folded the note and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. "Carter I was thinking that you and Vic should come and have dinner with me and Ed." "Sounds like a plan." "Good, lets you and I walk to Vic's office and surprise him." "Ya good. I haven't pulled any stunts on my guardian for a while, its time for some adolescent humor, no." "Yes. Oh, leave your cell, you know how much Ed hates our diners to be disturbed." He winked at me. "Ok," I said. I know Ed and he could care less, out we went. Before he closed the door Mark struck a match and blew it out. He inserted it between the jam and the hinge side of the door with the tips of his fingers, as high as he could reach and pointed to the knob. I closed and locked it. I could just see the end of the match almost at the very top of the door. Now I had read this in one of his novels, so I knew what he was doing. If you didn't know to look you wouldn't and if the door had been opened the match would not remain but fall to the floor. Since their is an ash try by the elevator, which is very close to our entree, a match on the floor would not be out of place, even if it was noticed by an intruder. Unless that intruder had read the same novel and knew to inspect the door before opening it. Mark uses a pen name anyway, so not likely the buggers would know he was anything more than a fastidious, gay housekeeper. Once in the elevator he whispered, "the place is bugged and we are being watched". As we exited the lobby door he made some comment about how nice the Coop building looked in the late afternoon light and what a nice picture it would make if that ugly black cube van was not parked across the street. I took that to mean exactly what he wanted it to mean and nodded in agreement. I had just come from the Coop and had noticed the black truck but paid no real attention to it. It was a quick half block to the SA office, which is on the 7th floor of a small office building. We chatted mostly about domestic matters on the way. When we entered the outer office the receptionest greeted us with her usual smile and friendliness. Mark asked her to call us a cab and we went into Vic office unannounced. Well not quite, he could see us come in through the big windows and we could see he was alone and not on the phone. Mark showed him the note and announced dinner at his home and our cab would be down stairs shortly. We joked a bit about getting things done and I reminded him the New York office was closed three hours now, "get a life boss." Mark and I disarmed him, not letting him take his lap top or blackberry and making him lock them in the small fire vault. The fire vault door and frame are painted white. Mark put a small piece of magic tape on the upper corner. If the door were to be opened it would tare the tape. He carefully placed it so the long axis was alined with the 45 degree angle of the frame. The sharpness of the corner would brake it giving no measurable resistance. If noticed and replaced it was unlikely that it would be replaced so exactly or the length would be precisely 1". Mark did all this using signs, points and gestures. None of us spoke. By the time we left the receptionist had also gone for the day. Everyone else works New York hours, so they get in very early by our standards, around 2 pm local time in the afternoon. Every one else are his secretary, accountant, local account manager and about 6 others. Vic put the Fire Vault key in his pocket, so no one would open it by accident in the morning. Vic told me later that as soon as Mark told him our communications were being monitored and we were being watched, he thought it that had something to do with the Indian porn. We both played very dumb about why with Mark. Mark usually walks to and from Ed's store and rides home with him. As soon as we got to their place he called Ed to remind him about, "our dinner guests who are already here." Ed knows his partner so I took this as some kind of signal. "Ed will stop and get a big feed of Chinese take out on his way home," he announced. I guess it was a signal. He told us about the spy ware on our computers and his suspicion of the wiretaps, bugging and the suspicious black van. Then he pulled out the note and disposed of it in fireplace. He gave Vic strict instructions about the match in the door and handed Vic a prepaid cell phone, he kept in the desk drawer. "Use this for now." None of us had any clear ideas of who was watching us but Mark fingered it must be the FIB or someone like that. It was decided I would spend the night at the Coop house with Richie and the twins. I also figured I should warn him. We always knew our faces would be well enough known, that if anyone looked, we would be found. Vic knew what should be done, he was not quite sure how fast we should move. Ed arrived with the food and as we sat around the kitchen table he was brought up to speed. He immediately came up with a plan. Vic should use the prepaid cell to phone the head office and get a trusted staffer to contact the office in the morning, warning them of industrial espionage by one of our ravels, advising us to have the security people do a complete analysis of our communications and other security. His office should call him immediately even if that gets him out of bed. "We want them to learn of this. When you get the call, you call this number. It is a 24 hr. hot line to the best of the best, Mark assured us. He called them and gave them a heads up. I would call legal from the Coop in the morning and get the Coop's internet technical people to lock down its systems. Vic would alert the Davis twins and send the security people to the Coop as soon as they were finished at SA. Mark wanted to be in the middle of this, since it was a great plot line for him to use. For all he knew this whole thing could be industrial espionage. If our competition could lean about our next season's offerings it would mean big bucks for them. Legal met with us at their offices in the late morning. I just hated not sleeping with my lover but what can you do. Richie willingly substituted. The twins were so happy that I was staying the night that they gave Richie and I a performance that I was sure eclipsed any of the duets I have ever been involved with. Peter and Paul were more sensuous and more coordinated then any pair I had ever seen or been a part of. Let me tell you Richie and I were so charged up we both almost ejaculated just watching. Vic, Richie and I hated being less than up front with our friends and advisors, but they must not ever know what we know. So we play the game. I like games, so does Richie. The Davis twins went to the meeting too. Fortunately he and I have never accessed any porn on our own computers, we use the computers and accounts of the over 18 members. All of the porn in the Coop and their is quite a bit of it too, is ostensibly kept away from us under 18 boys. It didn't take the members long to tighten things up even more. This included making sure no under 18's had physical access to the adult only studios or media. Everything on the Coop network is all secured access by password and name. What every boy knew, was the name and password that would get him what ever he wanted. This info was part of the oath of silence, so no one would ever tell. The name is one I invented years ago, it is Hubscher J. (hubscher with an umlaut over the U equates to pretty and J. stands for junge, which equates to boy or pretty boy) the password is 1cock2balls. For the next little while, the under 18 boys were told to stay away from anything they should not be around and everyone had to keep some minimal clothing on in any public areas. You may not realize it but a bunch of adolescent boys running around in sexy, skin tight, underwear of any style or color is even more erotic than naked. Well I think so anyway.