Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 15:28:34 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 19

Red
By: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

19:  Starting Year Two

I don't think we were in the house for more than 10 minutes when Nancy
phoned.  I was most surprised that she didn't want all the details of our
trip but wanted us to report to Uncle Fred's office right away.  Kos was
doing the talking and I could only get his side of the conversation.  The
look on his face was quite interesting.  I think he was happy about
something but didn't want me to know it.  I know he was not pleased with
rushing down town, having just gotten in from the airport, after a two
plane journey, of over 14 hours.

When we got to the office Nancy and Simon were waiting for us.  Fred and
Margo joined them and us in the conference room.  I got to see myself, as
Boy In Motion, again.  I still am thrilled every time I do.  Anyway, we all
sat at the big conference table.  Fred had this pile of papers in front of
him.  After Nancy and Aunt Margo gave me several hugs and kisses and Kos
and I shook hands with the men, we sat down for some business.  I noticed
Eric, Harry and Ruth Ann were missing.

"I know we all have a lot of family socializing to get out of the way but
some of these business matters are time sensitive.  I think we should get
that out of the way and leave the family stuff for a big BBQ, at our place
on Saturday," Fred announced.

I thought Uncle Fred had a good idea and said so.

"First Russ, I had a call from Mrs. Stemple.  She has recommended to her
principal and the principal of Bruce Jenner Junior High that you skip grade
6 and go right into grade 7.  I checked with both principals and they
agree."

Kos thought I should go for it, although skipping a grade would present
some challenges, nothing he and I couldn't overcome.  All I know is, when I
look at BIM, I know I can do anything I put my mind to.  I wanted to know
if Shelia was also skipping grade 6, since her grades were almost the same
as mine.  In fact, I think she did better than I did in some subjects.  I
didn't say anything.  Nancy piped in, "You know Shelia O'Keef is also
skipping to grade 7," and she winked at me.  I know I turned bright red.
Nancy must be able to read my mind, since we haven't been sister and
brother long enough for her to know me that well.

Simon added, "I skipped grade 5, it was Ok in the end but a bit of an
adjustment for me.  I wasn't leading the class again until grade 7, it was
hard not being top academic dog and being physically smaller than the other
boys."

Kos looked at me.  I said, I know, I'm sure I can do the work and after
this summer, being the smallest or youngest boy, isn't so bad.  Besides if
Shelia is, I will have at least one friend and it's not like I don't know
some of the grade 7's and 8's already.

Uncle Fred looked over his half glasses as me.  "Shelia O'Keef, that's
Judge Carter's granddaughter isn't it?  Hum, I see, didn't know you two
were that thick."  Kos was nodding and smiling and I just got so red I
could feel the heat on my face, air conditioning or not.  Simon and Nancy
laughed and Fred signed the papers and pushed a copy toward Kos. "He
reports to the school Monday morning, for orientation."

"Second, I have several offers for modeling assignments.  The work is not
for a month or so, they want a commitment.  One is from a photographer
named Apollo Bidis out of Vancouver, Washington.  It is a fashion
assignment, location shots in California."

I know his work, he did those books about deaf children, Bjorn showed me
his pictures in several.  Photois said he was the best.  I turned to Kos.
"Please let me, I wonder if he needs a red headed, girl model too?"

Kos laughed and everyone else smiled.  "Ok, Russ I'll see what I can do on
that score.  Are you sure Shelia will want to model with you," Uncle Fred
said.

"Oh, ya," Kos piped in, "After the performance those two gave on Paidi
Nisi.  I think you better speak to her parents though."  Fred made some
notes and set those papers aside.

"I have another modeling job and an invitation for you and Kos to visit the
Virgin Islands.  I guess no girls this time kid.  This is from a lawyer in
VI, that represents a boy model web site, called Maney-Mahn.Com.  We don't
need to decide on that today.  They want you to contact them and they will
go over it with you first.  They said you came recommended by Photois
Papas," Fred informed.

They did wow, Photois never told me.  Several of the brothers did say they
had made friends in the Virgin Islands.

Kos added, "I don't know about this Maney-Mahn.Com but Stavros, one of the
Papas brothers, got appendicitis on their world cruise and a local VI
doctor and his sons befriended the Papases.  It turned out they were
already known to the Adonis clan.  We will tell you all about them on
Sunday."  Fred pushed more papers over to Kos.

"After you have talked to them just let me know what to do," Fred said.
"Now it is your turn Kos.  You have been collecting commissions at a rate,
which suggests you will need to clone yourself.  In addition to the work
you picked up in Greece, I have a request for 12, 16 by 20 portraits from
some fellow named Klass Henderson, in Calgary, it was his Chicago office
that contacted you.  They also insist you keep the commissions confidential
until next June."

"That must be Drew Handerson's dad, you got to do them, you know."  Kos
just gave me that look of desperation.

"I know, I'll bet he wants them for Christmas right," Kos asked?

"No, June next year.  He did want Christmas but when I told him that would
be impossible, he came back with June.  It is some kind of surprise for his
nephews and sons, on their birthday," Fred said, he looked puzzled as did
everyone else but Kos and I.

"I'll tell you about them at the BBQ.  Yes, make the contract.  Did you
give him a fee yet," Kos asked?

"Not exactly, he offered 100 K for the lot and will look after framing
himself."  Kos just smiled at that, it is about 25% over his usual fee.

"Oh, that reminds me Kos, Russ, we expect you to bring Shelia and Nadine on
Saturday.  And one more thing, someone sent a video of you boys singing at
some party, to the Fine Arts Dean, who passed it on to the symphony music
director and he wants to include you three in a performance this spring.  I
guess he is inviting a pair of boy sopranos, one from Wisconsin and one
from Minnesota and he wants Russ, Kos and Shelia along with your boy's
choir, to preform that song and probably some other stuff," Aunt Margo
informed us.

I was dumbfounded.  I mean, I knew they, well Photois, was filming
everything but how did he or did he?  I'll bet Professor Albrecth had
something to do with this.  Or maybe it was Ed.  He knows the Dean and the
music director.  If memory serves, he and Aunt Margo are both on the
symphony board of directors.  Hum, this plot is getting thicker by the
minute.  I better talk to Shelia right away.  I could see something was
bothering Simon but he didn't say anything.

As soon as we were in the little red car heading home, I was on my cell to
Shelia, Kos was on his to Nadine, even if your not supposed to talk and
drive at the same time, and I could see Nancy was on her phone, but Simon
was driving.  Simon and Nancy were right behind us, bringing dinner with
them.  I guess the party starts in a few dozen blocks.

By the time Kos and I got to bed we were both too tired to even consider
sex.

Not quite accurate, they did consider it but were way too exhausted to do
much about it.  (Russ here: "Some times I want to fire the narrator but he
does have his value and the author won't let me, he does have a cute butt
for an old fart.")  When we crawled out of bed in the morning Mrs. Hampel
was already in the kitchen, making breakfast for us.  I was ready to head
back to bed and drag Kos along with me, when Nadine and Shelia called to
announce their imminent arrival.  They must have known Kos and I have gifts
for them.  Mom had seen to it, we were armed with the latest in British
fashions, in the form of wool sweaters.

Sheila and I both had school on Monday but Kos and Nadine did not start for
another week.  It seamed like the phone would just not stop, one or both of
us seemed on the thing all day long.  Eric and Clarence stopped over late
in the afternoon, to make sure we were ready for the next Ganymede meeting.
Clarence was much impressed with my report on Piadi Nisi and our rings.  I
also noticed we had both grown quite a bit over the summer.  Eric talked
Kos into taking all of us to the mall for school cloths.  I was not keen on
it but Shelia liked the idea of having a hand in my selections.  Nadina and
Jessica were right into both Clarence and I, so no one asked my opinion.
It turned out they had more than a hand in it.  They just took right over
selecting everything but my undies.

..................  I knew that Eric and Kos wanted to get it on together
and I had no problem with sharing a little boy love with Clarence.  I
wanted Shelia too and I know Kos wanted some sack time with Nadine.  I had
no idea how this was going to work out, I just knew it would.

Clarence had to be home early, if he was to attend the BBQ on the following
day, so when we finished at the mall Eric, Jessica and Clare headed off,
leaving Kos, Nadine, Shelia and I to our own devices.  Nadine couldn't stay
the night because her parents were in town and Shelia had to be home by 9
anyway.  That would mean we had about 3 hours of privet time, if Kos put
the pedal to the metal.  He did.

I don't know if the girls talked or what but Nadine just assumed Shelia and
I would entertain ourselves while she and Kos entertained each other.  That
was Ok with me and I could see Shelia was in agreement.  While dad's big
car has this console in the front seat, the back just has a fold down
armrest.  I don't think we were even out of the parking lot before we were
playing kiss-face and crotch feel with each other.  Lets hear it for large
garages with opaque doors, since we were almost naked by the time Kos got
the thing closed.  We spilled out of the car and were in my bed "faster
than a speeding bullet".  This was not romantic, like in the sail boat
cabin, it was lust, pure and simple.  Short on the preliminaries and long
on the action of interaction.  We fucked three times and 69ed once.  I
didn't come during the oral action but she did.  I guess girls can have one
orgasm after another, all day long.  Well maybe not that often but I guess
they don't need to recharge like us boys do.

We had a quick shower together.  That was fun.  I think we will have to
shower together more often and with a lot more time.  Anyway we cleaned up
and got dressed and I walked her home.  She made me dress in my new cloths,
so she could show me off to her family.  I don't mind, it is just another
form of modeling.  Even her sisters were impressed.  All I had to do was
promise to bring Kos and Nadine to dinner on Sunday, so we could tell them
all about our summer.  Well the parts one can tell your girls parents, that
is.

My girl.  Now that is a phrase I had not used all that much before, is it.
Yes, Shelia was my girl and I was her boy, no doubt about that.  We were
lovers or in Nancy's terminology lusters, if nothing else.  We had found
sex and what we found was good.  Good things tend to get repeated.  I'm for
that and after her performance this evening, so is she.  As I got home I
wondered if Nadine had left enough in Kos to give me my daily anal hormone
injection.  I guess I will find out.

Kos was in a very lusty mood, as was I.  One would think that after making
ardent love to our women, we would not be so interested in each other.  We
put that speculation to rest on the junk heap of reality.  We had both
ejaculated more than once, with our ladies, so we would no doubt, take some
time and effort between us, good, very good.

Tender love was set aside for ardent lust, even better.  I knew this was
going to be a bit different when I began fucking Kos in his mouth, with
almost as much vigor as I do in his butt.  Kos was laying on his back,
spread eagle and I approached him from his left side at an angle.
Positioning my penis over his gaping mouth, I was up on my toes and
extended arms, body stiff as if doing push ups.  My penis is still a good
5' long and about as thick as a German sausage.  It is straight out with
only a modest foreskin, so the head often pokes out when erect.  Kos held
my hips and guided my erection into his mouth.  I began raising and
lowering my board stiff body pressing my penis deep into his throat.  I
could see in the mirror just how hot this must look, if someone were to
observe us that is.  My butt cheeks were rock hard like my cock and the
little hollows on the sides were clearly visible.  My legs are smooth and
gently curved showing all the muscles.  My tummy is not a washboard but it
is smooth and perfectly flat.  I could see the muscles in my arms and
shoulders bulging but they still looked smooth.  Of course my bright red
hair is my most striking feature.  After experiencing this action for some
time my arms became tired and I scooted around keeping my penis in its
moist, wet home, until I could pull his legs up and over.  His butt now
exposed to my active tongue I pulled out so we could ream each other at the
same time.  Kos used his hands to pull my butt cheeks apart, exposing his
prize.  Wow what a feeling that was.  Presently he was begging me to fuck
him, which I proceeded to do.

Kos then got on top and duplicated my actions delivering a big load into my
bowls.  I thought I looked sexy, as I fucked his mouth but he looked even
hotter, as his long penis slid in and out of my gaping mouth.  Kos shoved a
small butt plug into my hole to keep his delivery in place and we quickly
drifted off to sleep.  I was real glad Mrs Hampel was not due in until
Monday.  We slept in.  After a long hot shower, sharing of course, we
cleaned out our butts and dressed, only in very sexy briefs and headed to
the kitchen.  Dem had given us strict instructions about making sure we not
only cleaned ourselves regularly but that we take good quantities of all
the supplements he and Simon had prescribed.  I guess there is a danger of
not retaining sufficient nutrition with frequent cleanings.  After we
dressed, which was a project in itself, given all the tickling and penis
tag that was going on; we gathered up our photographs, videos, Kos' sketch
books and went to pick up the girls.

Fred and Margo had about fifty people, including all the family and the
O'keefs, Ed and Clarence.  Kos, Shelia and I held court most of the
afternoon, showing pictures and telling stories about our adventures.  I
could see that Clarence and Eric were both just a little jealous of us,
when they saw all the handsome boys we were privileged to spend so much
time with.  Having been told about them in emails, even with snapshot
attachments, is one thing but seeing Kos' and my high quality digital
photographs, is different.  Yannie had given us a DVD with the recording of
our Ode to Zeus evening performance and some of the less pornographic
scenes showing the statue and the building along with our talent show
performances.  All the other males seamed to get the idea right off.  I
know they were all jealous of us too, even the ones like Fred and Harold,
that aren't interested in boy-boy sex.

Kos assured Eric that we would show this and a lot more to the Ganymedes at
our next meeting.  He had some real big blowups of the statue to present,
as soon as they were printed.

Kos had some very high resolution photographs that would be printed up as
4' wide and 8' high color prints but he needed the large plotters at the
school to make them on.

My second cousins, some as old as Shelia and I, are mostly girls but Ruth
and Harold both have one boy each.  They are quite a bit younger than me.
Anyway, all of them took to Shelia as quickly as they did me and we had a
great old time.  I think they liked Clarence too but the younger ones
didn't quite understand his position.  All the adults seemed to understand
Eric' role as coach-mentor to the boy and since Jessica treated him as a
younger brother, so did they.  The young boys seamed to accept him as they
did me and gave us both that older cousin respect and little boy attention.

My stock with the girls rose to new heights when Shelia told them how
romantic I was, explaining the presence of the flowers on Eros' statue.
They giggled a lot about the fact the god was naked too, causing their
mothers and grandmother to roll their eye several times.  Nancy just said
something about, her little brothers being more romantic then she had ever
imagined.  I didn't tell them about Seb translating my request.  I did fill
Clarence in later, he thought I was being romantic too.  Ed asked Shelia if
the flowers had helped and all she did was get very red.  I guess that
answered that.

A couple of days later Simon called me on the phone.  He asked if I was
following Dem's instructions on supplements.  I assured him I was following
his instructions to the letter.  I could tell from the tone of his voice he
was concerned about something.  He finally said if Kos and Eric were unable
to make the daily deposits he was willing to assist.  I could tell he was
saying this more from duty and love than desire.  I assured him, if he was
truly needed I would ask and not to be concerned.  Then I suggested he make
sure both Eric and Kos had lots of those yellow pills, just in case.  He
laughed and assured me he would.  I guess he was just a bit nervous that he
may be called upon to help out.  Now that is a possibility but I assured
him only in an emergency.  I knew that if we missed a day or even two, no
harm would be done.  As I understood Dem, no real medical benefit may even
result from the deposits either.  In fact, he did not know for sure.  It
could be, that just living in close contact with one or more virile males,
may even be sufficient.  I guess I am part of a larger study, evaluating
the effectiveness of the treatment in general.

Mom and dad would be home toward the end of next week and Nancy was
organizing another large party, a week after that.  This time it would be
at our place not Uncle Fred's.  I guess Aunt Margo and Nancy had the
wedding plans all finalized.  Kos and I did not even have a clue about a
present.  We knew mom and dad would have some very special and expensive
thing for them and so would Simon's family.  We both knew something unique
was expected from us.  Not expensive but unique.

Kos drove me to school on Monday morning in the red sports car.  Top down
and everything.  Burce Jenner is only about 8 blocks away, so I could
easily walk or ride my bike; Kos figured I might as well impress the other
7th graders.  I was not sure about this but it turned out he was quite
right.  Not only did all the boys that saw us want to introduce them selves
but they wanted to know all about it and the handsome driver.  Of course
all the former grade sixers from our old school knew Shelia and I and so
the word spread real fast.  Not just that we were both brains and boy/girl
item but that I was the boy that took down the big, bad, gang leader last
spring.  It was real strange, in grade school, since I was in grade 5,
those same kids would hardly even talk to me but now we were all in the
same grade, it was like we were old buddies.  I guess we were all on the
same footing now, low men on the totem pole and it was all just as strange
to them as to me.

This was orientation day for just grade 7 and transfers from other schools
in 8 and 9.  I only saw a few of them around.  The place works like a high
school, we all had "home rooms".  Each home room had about 25 kids in it
and grade 8's had 9's had home rooms too.  Our class has about 200 students
and the school has about 600, so I guess each grade is about the same size.
Shelia and I are not in the same home room but it looks as though we will
be in many of the same classes, at least for the first semester.  As we
came in some teachers handed us a map of the school and we gave our names,
they told us what home room we were assigned to.  It was reasonably easy to
find them.  My home room teacher turned out to be Mr. Fitzpatric the
science teacher.  He must be 90 years old, I thought.  He is a small man,
with snow white hair.  On his desk was a stack of envelopes and on the
white board he had placed his name and a note, "Take a seat".  This room
was outfitted with tables not desks and I could see the walls were lined
with cabinets.  On the walls were all kinds of science charts, like the
periodic table and the solar system map.  He was sitting at his desk
reading and didn't look up.  I took this to mean seating would not be
assigned.  As I walked by his desk, on my way over to the widow side of the
room, I noticed a seating plan that was blank.

When the bell rang he stood slowly and waited for the noise to drop off.
"My name is William Fitzpatric and this is Home Room number 4".  He looked
at the clock. "They will be making their stupid announcements in about 10
seconds."  He held up his finger as a signal.

"Good morning students, I want to welcome...."  You could see that Fitz was
not impressed with this announcement stuff and seamed rather annoyed by the
process.  He picked up his seating chart and starting at the first table by
the door, asked each student his or her name.  I was in the front row by
the window at the second table so the forth student.  I gave my name and he
wrote it down and said, "Kosmos and Nancy's brother?"

"Yes sir," I replied.

"They were both outstanding students, as was your mother.  That will be a
hard act to follow.  Art or science?"

"Science/Engineering or maybe math."  I replied.  He smiled for the first
time.  Ftiz continued, for half the students he had some comment, about
having taught their parents or siblings or both.  I guess he has been at
this a long time now.  He handed out the envelopes.  Each one was addressed
to one of us.  He proceeded to review the student handbook and answer a few
questions, then the period ended.  In each envelope was our class list, so
we all scattered down the halls looking for different rooms.  In each class
we were given our text books, met the instructors, were given a list of
materials, reading assignments and so on.  In PE we got our gym lockers
assigned and were issued our kit.  Shelia and I both had music, since that
is one of the classes that incorporates all three grades, we didn't do
much, except tell the instructor what our experience was.  Shelia and I,
found our lockers were just a few steps away from each other, that's a good
thing I think.

Shelia and I walked home, with a knot of our newfound friends.  I guess the
girls and boys at this age are about the same.  Some of them were worried
about being pushed around by the upper class-men.  I wasn't, and said so.
What can they do?  I am not embarrassed to show my body, in fact I am
rather proud of it.  The first bully to lay a hand on me or any of my
friends will find himself in a heap of shit and they all know it.  I'm sure
my reputation will get around quick enough.

I think it was during the third week of school that it happened.  One of
the grade eights started to get pushy in PE.  I stood my ground, when he
made an attempt to flatten me during our soccer scrimmage, I side stepped
him, he went face first into the grass.  The instructor saw it too, so the
kid just walked away.  Later in the shower I could see he had a bunch of
buries on his back and ribs but I didn't say anything.  I knew what they
were from and had a good idea how he came by them.  I didn't know what to
do about it at first.  I went over to him on the way out of class and stuck
out my hand, "I'm Russ, what's yours?" and I smiled.  He was taken a bit
aback but grunted Omar and limply took my hand.

I didn't see him for a couple of days, well until the next PE class.  This
time we were playing badminton in pairs and coach put us on the same team.
He sure didn't look happy about it, when he saw how well I can play, his
attitude changed real fast.  I let him play up, he is taller and I played
back.  When we took a brake between sets I showed him how to get a better
grip on the handle, he was holding it to far up.  That improved his return
control a lot.  I could see he was a little embarrassed over the other day
but I figured if he didn't say anything I wouldn't, either.  I guess it is
a bit of a come down for grade eights to talk to grade sevens but by the
end of the period we were at least conversing.  On the way in the coach
said, "way to go boys, you two are only ones to win all four matches."
Omar's face brighten right up with the complement and the smile on
Mr. Freeman's face.  I just turned my usual bright red.  In the shower I
saw some new bruises along with the old ones, mostly on his ribs.  Someone
is giving this boy a real hard time, that was for sure, they were punching
him with a fist.  I knew better than to say anything, I didn't know him
well enough for that.

That was Friday and Shelia and I were coming out of the school rather late.
We had a meeting with the music teacher, about forming a mixed coral group,
in addition to the band.  Anyway the busses had left and no kids were
around.  Most of the teachers had gone home too.  I was telling Shelia
about Omar and I winning all four of our matches.  As we came bubbling out
the front door, we almost tripped over Omar, who was sitting on the steps
with his face in his hands.  It turned out he had missed his bus.  I
suggested he walk home with me but he said his step dad was supposed to be
on his way, "I don't dare not be sitting right here," he said.

"Is he the one who hits you?" He put his face deeper in his hands and
mumbled something.  Shelia why don't you call Eric and ask him meet us
here.  I handed her my cell phone.  She took it and stepped about 10 feet
away.  "How did you know," he whispered?

"Been there and done that.  When the Smiths adopted me, they made me
promise to never allow myself to be abused again.  You don't have to
either."

"Who is Eric?"

"He is my cousin."

"Why did you call him?"

"I ran away after my old parents beat me real bad and Eric and his dog
Sandy found me and took me to the hospital."

"But if I tell anyone he will kill me and maybe my mom too.  He told me."

"Not to worry Omar, my former parents are doing 10 years each, in the state
pen and I have a new family now.  I guarantee they will help you, just like
they did me."

"Eric said he was on his way, so is Kos.  We are to remain here and if
Omar's step dad shows up, try and stall him."  Shelia reported.

"It was just seconds later when an old brown Ford pulled up and tooted the
horn.  I held Omar's shoulder.  No you don't.  In that car he has the
power, out here we do.  He tooted again and Omar shook his head no.  I
could see his step father was getting very angry.  I suggested that Shelia
move away, far away, but she refused and held her finger ready to phone
911.  "Call Eric and asked dispatch to patch you through to him, they
record all the calls.  It will make good evidence."  Omar just looked at me
with a puzzled face.

Poor Omar didn't know what to make of this, as soon as Shelia began talking
I yelled.  He is not going anywhere with a child abusing, asshole like you.
That got him out of the car.

"You little shit, you better get over here right now.  When I get you home
you are going to have hell to pay," He yelled.

"No way, Jose, Omar is under our protection now and you will never have a
chance to beat him up again."

"When I get my hands on you Omar you are dead meat."  He was advancing fast
and Shelia was taking videos with the phone and broadcasting the
conversation.

"Stop right there fat man or you are going to the hospital before jail."

"Eric please hurry I think Russ is going to hurt that man."

He began laughing but that stopped his advance.  "Don't worry about me
little lady, his red hair isn't enough to save him.  I kill both of them."
Just as he started up the stairs.  We were on the top now standing and he
was 5 steps below us, I launched myself feet first.  Just like Elias taught
me, in our self defense lessons, on Paidi Nisi.  I don't care what the
weight differential is, when the bigger person is slightly off balance, my
70 pounds of pure mussel are in motion, he is going down.  Shelia could see
Omar was terrified and she began yelling at him to run.

`West', Eric shouted into the phone.  Omar dropped his back pack and did
just that.  He ran west toward the approaching squad car.

My two feet had crashed into Mr. Smailie's chest and knocked the wind out
of him.  He head hit the steps and blood was dripping down his face.  I
jumped back and took up a defensive position.  Before I could do anything
else Sandy was on him.  I mean she was standing on him and growling and
ready to rip out his throat.  Two black and whites, dad and Kos all showed
up before Eric finished putting on the cuffs.

While the cops got their work taken care of, I introduced Omar to Sandy,
Kos, dad and of course Eric.  Dad agreed to take Shelia home, over her
protests I might add.  Kos and I would follow Eric to the hospital.  It was
clear none of them were pleased with me exposing Shelia, Omar and my self
to danger, it was also clear they were proud of me once again.  I hoped
Shelia got my action recorded on the cell phone or maybe the school has
security cameras, I need to let Elias know how well I did.

Before Simon finished with his examination and pictures, Mom and dad showed
up and so did social services, one of Eric's fellow officers, followed by
Todd.

Todd's story was a real winner this time.  I guess he figured out the
rules.  He reported the facts.  He did not quite have all the facts, such
as I deliberately taunted Mr. Smailie, as a delaying tactic and to make him
look as bad as possible.  His head line was Bruce Jenner Jr. High Students
Make the Famous Athlete Proud.  After a brief recitation of the facts, he
went on to show how we put into practice all the principles expounded by
the great man and demonstrated by him at the 1976 Olympics.

"The three children subdued and held the accused child abuser, until
authorities arrived.  They found the "Champion Within" that Jenner talks
about in his books and speeches.  It took courage to stand up to a much
more powerful adult but as one of them told me: `You do what is right,
because it is the right thing to do.  Adults think they have all the power.
They have a lot of power but not all of it.  Kids have power to, we just
demonstrated that.'  Another pointed out that. `Bruce Jenner is an
inspiration to all of us.'

This reporter contacted Mr. Jenner for his comments.  "I have six children
myself, I like kids because they are the most brutally honest people I
encounter.  I was honored when this school was named for me, of course, I
am even more greatly honored that its students take inspiration from my
accomplishments and philosophy of living.  Thank you students."

Principal Barton expressed his pride and admiration.  "I would like to
think that these students are not anomalies but representative of 600 young
people that attend Bruce Jenner."

About a week later I got a surprise parcel.  It was a small plaque with a
gold colored winged foot on it.  "Elia's Golden Foot Award" along with a
little note to see the Paidi Nisi web sight.  I was overwhelmed.  Elias has
started issuing awards now that Kon and I, his students, had successfully
defended the safety of others.  It want on to outline the circumstances of
Kon's and my actions.  Both by the way involved using our feet.  In a few
days I had a flood of emails from people all over the world.  A lot of them
were from people I knew, the Papas boys and all the Adonis brothers, Bjorn,
lots from other places too.  From schools and orphanages in Russia and
Switzerland, Australia, Denmark the Netherlands and lots more.  They were
short and to the point.  "That-a-boy" and "Way-to-go."  I kept most of them
to myself, except for my family and Omar.  He was quite taken by all this.
I don't think Omar realized just how much support and help is available to
abused children or how much support is available for those that defend
them.  For Kids the best defense, is self defense.  Part of that defense is
reaching out for help.

The change in Omar's attitude was remarkable too.  He smiled, was friendly,
made jokes and showed a big improvement in his grades.  Social Services
came through for him and his mom.  I guess he was like me.  He just
couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong.  I was lucky, I had read a
lot, so I knew enough not to let it effect my self esteem and self worth.
He had let his step dad damage both.  Many abused people, children or
adults let that happen to them.  They take ownership of the abuser's
actions, instead of putting it where it belongs, back on the bastards.

Shelia and I were already thick but the Omar incident just added to it.  My
stock went up, way up with her and let me tell you hers with me too.  I
guess she took the words of "Stand By Me", perhaps a little more to heart
than I had imagined she would.  At first Omar didn't want to take any
credit.  He didn't think he did anything special.  I pointed out he
displayed more courage than I did, he knew how much his step dad's fists
hurt, I didn't.  Its like badminton, we were a team, each playing his part.
Your part was to appear passive, mine to appear aggressive, it worked, he
is in jail and you are free of abuse.

Professor Albrech had Kos and I come to one of his lectures and help him
explain the workings of a real dig.  I got to describe how we got the lid
off the false alter, exposing the statue.  Kos got to explain the art and
ratio part.  What I said was more or less what I wrote above, less my
personal observations and the sex stuff.  I was a bit nervous at first but
once I got started, it went well.  I think the college students thought it
odd at first but once I got into it, along with all the nice slides, they
seamed to accept me.  I guess cute cuts it, even at the university level.

After the class I spent a lot of time standing on a chair, so all the big
boys and girls didn't have to bend over or me look up to much.  It seamed
everyone wanted to at least meet me.  Those that didn't need to run off for
the next class anyway.  I know they were shocked by my use of language,
well the English language.  I through a bit of modern Greek in too.  You
see we did learn some of the polite words.  Unfortunately I had to edit all
references to the Papas family and Paidi Nisi.  Judging from the number of
girls around Kos, I'll bet he could have gotten a whole semester's worth of
dates, if he was wasn't already otherwise occupied.

Over the summer, someone got the bright idea that the Ganymede boys,
without our men, should spend some time together, mostly naked and
unsupervised.  I.e. sex was to be the order of the day.  Not all the boys
are into sex with other boys.  Some just like it with their man or girls.
Well then there is me and I am sure a lot of others too.  We like sex, as
long as it is voluntary.  I don't know anyone who is into this bondage or
S&M stuff.  I figure some boys are bottoms, some tops and some only oral,
most are willing to go with the flow and want to give and take.  The club
set aside Sunday afternoons for us; as long as, at least one or two of the
older boys, with life saving training, would be present and we listen to
them.  Amos and I were right into that, so was Clarence and Adam.  Sure we
would swim and play games but mostly we sucked and fucked.  After seeing
all that lean, smooth, naked boy flesh you just kind of get horny.

I know Kos and Eric took advantage of these times for some privet action.
I think it was about the third or forth time that Clarence and I attended
together, that we realized how much fun we could have with each other.  I
guess he is now comfortable enough with Eric that we could establish
something, like the special friendship they were hoping for.  We did.
About once a week we would meet up at the club and get a double room.  At
first we would make out with our men and then switch partners but lately we
have just let them do their thing, we do ours.  Clarence is more of a
bottom but he will top when I ask, he just likes the feeling of a stiff
cock up his butt more then anything, I guess.  I'm more for equity.

Anyway I sure like our group times.  You get to just sit next to a boy you
don't know all that well and get to know him.  We have some kind of rules,
like if a couple or group is into action, you don't just join but ask
first.  I don't think anyone is ever refused, it is just polite.  If a boy
is sitting alone you can just sit by him and start feeling him up, he will
respond to you and it goes from there.  So far I have been fucked in the
water, on a chase lounge, on the benches in the sauna, steam room and
change room, on the tile floor of the shower, standing, sitting, on my
back, on my tummy, on my side, being held in the air by several bigger
boys, while 69ing, in a daisy chain, in a cock to butt chain of 15 and
probably some I have forgotten.  It is just the greatest feeling to be
touched, sucked, kissed and fucked by a group all at the the same time and
then to do the same for another group member.

The bottom line is, this group is bonded.  Everyone is known and accepted
by everyone else.  Age and attitudes aside.  You not only know them
socially and see them naked or almost naked frequently but now you have
been intimate with them and them with you.  Not that everyone is your good
buddy but you have shared pleasure with them and them with you.  You know
you can trust them and them you.  Most of all, everyone is accepted as
presented by everyone else.  You have formed a fraternal bond that only
grows with time.

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(Bruce Jenner was a 1976 Olympic gold medalist and your author thought he
probably has several real schools named after him.  Google couldn't find
any.  If he doesn't, he should.)