Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 21:51:57 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 21

Red
By: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

21: More Travel

By the end of the first quarter I had finished the grade 7 math book and
wrote the final exam.  The math teacher put me on to the grade 8 work in an
effort to hold me off until he could figure out what to do.  Shelia and I
just kept getting more and more popular with the other students.  I managed
to stay out of any difficulties too.  I know that is hard to believe but I
did.  Ok, maybe it was less me then no difficulties presented themselves.

Kos' credit load was normal for a student but his extra studio work was
killing me.  It seemed that if things didn't get better I would miss the
Virgin Islands modeling deal and I sure wanted it.  Between Nadine, school,
painting and me of course, he was being run ragged.  The shoot was now set
for the first two weeks of January.  I would miss some classes but that was
Ok with me.  All I needed to do was a bit of advanced work over the holiday
period.  After looking at the Many Mahn web site, I sure wanted to meet
those other boys, I mean they were all to die for cute and oh so sexy.  The
real break came from Jason Adonis, although I don't think he realized it.

Nadine had been asked if she wanted to study with one of the professors at
the Alberta College Of Art in Calgary.  Jason had arranged it and the
university agreed to honor the credits, it was kind of like an exchange
program.  In addition to that, she would be spending a good part of the
summer in Amsterdam at the Adonis' diamond factory, working with their
designers.  I know I said Jason asked but I'm not sure if that is the right
way to describe what he does.  I think he more or less presents you with an
opportunity and you either take it or you don't.

I was looking forward to her being out of the picture for a while.  More
cock time with my brother, as I see it.  I like Nadine, don't misunderstand
and I'm not jealous of her either.  It's just that when she is not around
he can spend more time with me.  Mom told me all teenagers get this way,
kind of self centered, that is how they prepare to become independent.  Ok,
one of the ways they do that, it is a natural phenomena but one that needs
to be managed, dad told me.

Through our emails I found out a lot more about the people behind the Many
Mahn web site.  The more I learned about these people the more I wanted to
get to know them.  I started corresponding with Grant Stum (Paul Grant Stum
III) and his older brother Eric Hoffman (AKA Manfrid Mahn).  It was
Dr. Stum (Paul Stum II or Junior) and Grant, that assisted Dem in taking
out Stavros' appendix, in the Aphrodite's sick bay.  Dr. Stum's lover is a
well known painter from Calgary named Royce Evers.  He knows Apollo through
the Adonis family.  The Evers brothers, Cliff (Clifford) and Rom (Romer),
have a band and model for their dad and sometimes for Apollo.  My mind was
beginning to swim, when I realized they also knew the two boy sopranos from
the midwest and that Royce Evers often tutors Eric, Jonas and one of the
sopranos, who are all deep into drawing and painting.

Royce Evers got in touch with Kos, as soon as he saw the Ganymede drawings
and some of his other stuff from the summer.  It turned out, he was a
graduate of the same school Nadine was going to study at.  He offered her
the use of his Calgary home and studio, as a house sitter; since he and the
boys would be spending most of the year in Virgin Islands.  Between his
family and the Adonises, she would be well cared for.  That made her
parents feel a lot better about this.  The art boys all started trading
stuff and before long Kos was giving the younger ones his criticism and
suggestions.  The two sopranos would not be visiting here until the spring.
However, since everyone seemed to know and support each other, I figured
they would all show up for our joint performance.

In the interim, I was talking music with Rom, Grant and the others.  We
were soon trading our work as well.  I was impressed with how well Rom
played the key broads.  I guess Eric is the only one not heavy into music.

It was just before Christmas that the emails started to fly thick and fast.
The Papas brothers had convinced Thanos and Dem, to sail on their round the
world curse early in January, with the first stop in the Virgin Islands.
That would put them and us and the Ever-Stum boys, all there at the same
time.  Dem suggested he could do my quarterly examination in Charlotte
Amalie, using Dr. Stum's offices.  He also suggested I ask Simon to come
down with us, so they could meet and he could confer with him and Paul
Stum, who is also a well know pediatrician.

Simon and Nancy's wedding was a big event.  In fact it was the social event
of the fall.  Aunt Margo had done a good job and mom was back, in more than
enough time, to still feel a big part of it.  I don't quite know about this
stuff.  I mean they had been living together for over a year and one would
have thought everything but the shouting, would have been done by now.
What do us boys know anyway?  Not much, I guess.

Shelia and I did get to play a part but not in the ceremony, at the
reception.  Shelley and Jonas had given us some great ideas about this.  I
saw no value in giving them some gift or another, since everyone else was
doing that.  I could afford to spend about as much as I wanted but Shelia
wasn't in that position.  Sure her parents would get some item, Nancy had
registered for and Kos would make another painting for them.  Mom and dad
were spending a pile on the affair and along with Simon's parents,
contributing to their Hawaiian Honeymoon costs.  I just didn't feel right
about purchasing another plate or pair of candle sticks.

When Shelley told us about their singing at Eva and Jason's wedding party,
it struck me.  We could do the same kind of thing, only in voice.  Dad had
offered to get his old band together but mom suggested a DJ was better and
played more modern stuff.  Shelia and I were not put off by that.  In fact,
it just strengthened our resolve.  I got Brain Adam's privet email address
from Jonas.  He told me Mr. Adams had performed at the Eva's wedding
reception along with Jason's brothers and of course himself and Shelley and
the two sopranos.  He said, I mean, he signed, how much Mr. Adams had
praised their performance.  I was still a bit skeptical but a few day's
later Drew emailed me a clip from the reception.  Shelley had sat on a
stool and Jonas on the piano bench next to Stan Adonis who played and Brian
Admas stood behind him with his guitar and sang the words, as Jonas signed
them to Shelley and she to him.  It was great.  Now I am no Brian Adams and
my voice is sure a lot higher pitched than his.  We could sing to each
other.  Yes we could do that.  He has written lots of songs that would be
good choices.

I got dad's CD collection out again and we picked a couple and down loaded
the words.  We choose (Everything I Do) I Do It For You, Depend On Me and
All I Want Is You, all from his album, Waking Up The Neighbors.  We thought
we could do them as duets, with dad and Kos backing us up and a couple of
the Ganaymedes on drums and key board and a couple of the boys from the
choir, as back up singers.  I was sure Alex would and probably a couple of
the others.

Once we had decided I wrote to Mr. Adams.  I explained how I got his privet
address from Joans and what we intended to do and why, who would play back
up and that I would ask our choir master and the music director of the
university symphony to make the arrangements for us.  If he wouldn't mind
of course.

He emailed back in less than a day saying how pleased he was with the idea
and our choices.  He remembered Jonas and Shelley's performance, saying he
had never been upstaged by someone who didn't even use voice to out preform
himself.  He said, performing with them and the Adonis brothers, was one of
the most memorable and fun musical evenings he ever had.  He suggested we
might want to consider, When You Lover Someone and Heaven or It's Only
Love, like he did with Tina Turner on So Far So Good.

About two days later a package arrived with sheet music for all the songs
and a couple of color picture, personally signed and a little note on the
back of each, one for me and one for Shelley.  I called Fred's office and
told them to make what ever commercial arrangements were required with
Adams.  Then I got mom and aunt Margo to fit us in the program and got busy
organizing stuff.  Dad was delighted to help and he took care of getting
the arrangements and lining up Kos.  We only had a few weeks to get this
off the mark.

The wedding went off as planned.  I guess there must have been minor things
go wrong but none effected me.  We even had a couple of practices.  Good
thing too.  We wound up doing all six songs.  I got in my rented penguin
suite again.  We all had them.  It cost me a bit for the drummer, key
board, Alex and the other two singers but it was worth it.  Sheila has a
great singing voice and I was glad we did it together.  She sure looked
good in her fancy dress too.  Mom had recruited her two sisters and two of
my second cousins as flower girls.  I know we impressed the hell out of
Simon's family.  Being from another city, I had not met any of them before.
Real nice people they are.

After the Ganymedes saw the tape of our night time orgy they were all for
having our own little reenactment.  Once We had a life sized photograph of
the statue printed up that is.  We even learned the Ode to Zeus and man it
was almost as magical as that night on the island.  Maybe even more so
since we all had those short togas on, kind of like those boys and men that
built the place must have been dressed.  I think for the others it was as
magical.  I have no way of knowing if every man-boy pair had sex.  It was
to dark to see everyone.  I only assume that was true on the island as
well.  I know all the pairs near us were going at it, just as hot and heavy
as Kos and I.  I'm sure the other boys received the same extreme level of
worship from their men, as I got from mine.

Kos swept me into his arms, with me clinging to his neck, he ever so gently
laid me down on my back and began kissing me from the top of my head to my
toes.  When he finally got to my business end, the one in the middle, he
kissed and licked, sucked in into his mouth and let it slide out for more
kisses.  He licked my scrotum and took each testicle into his mouth.
Rolling it around like a large marble.  Then he kissed his way to the head
and started over again.  When he began slowly drawing the tip of his tongue
over the glans I went wild.  Ok, I was already wild so I went even more
wild.  By the time he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and eased his
erection into my little love hole I was ready to come and in just a few
strokes I did too.

I think there is just something a little bit different, between being a
loved boy and being Ganymede.  It is almost like being divinity and
ordinary.

(Russ wrote this next section in October of 06, little did he know that in
December 06 part of what he describes here, happened for real and for a
much longer time.  Just luck or art foreshadowing life?  Perhaps, just your
author's slowness in getting the thing published.)

On January second, Kos and I boarded a commercial airplane for the Virgin
Islands.  We were to change planes in Denver, the Stums and Evers were
coming from Calgary and we were to meet in the boarding lounge.  I know we
had about three hours between flights.  Anyway we arrived about 30 minutes
after they did.  I was disappointed that I couldn't see anything out the
window, do to snow.  Man was it snowing and blowing too.  By the time we
got on the ground and over to where we had to get, they were already
sitting and waiting.  It took a good ten minutes to make all the
introductions and get a few drinks, when the hammer fell.  A very nice
looking lady came to microphone and told us our connecting flight had been
delayed and due to the snow, the airport had been temporarily closed.

Dr. Stum went over and talked to her, since there were only about 20
passengers in the place at the time and 10 of us were in his party.  He
told us it looked like a 5 hour delay at best and that the lounge would get
real full by then.  Rom whispered something to him and his face just lit
up.  I could see they were planning something but I sure didn't know what
it was.  He made a call on his cell and sat down.  Grant was after him to
explain but he wouldn't.  We all talked and played games, us boys anyway.
I sure like them and just like the Papas brothers, having corresponded so
much, we just seemed to know each other already.  Anyway, two big security
people came into the lounge with a big case and asked for Dr. Paul Stum.

The case it turned out was a keyboard and a couple of smallish speakers.
He told us it was on loan from one of his patients, that lived not to far
from the airport.  I realized we could all make music and at least keep
ourselves entertained.  Rom just started to play and man is he good too.
While he played, us other boys and men got out our laptops and started to
find music and words we could sing.  Rom plays by ear and sight so if he
has ever heard it he can play it, with or without sheet music.  Man did we
have fun and before long we had almost everyone singing along with us, even
the security people and the airline staff.  Kos, Eric and Royce were all
sketching or taking pictures.  Grant stole the show, since he has a
photographic memory, he knew the words to any song he ever read.  I guess
he reads a lot.

He was singing sea chanties and folk songs, all kinds of stuff.  I did my
Brian Adams and other stuff and some of the coral music I had learned in
the choir.  As I said, the room was now filling up and as more and more
people came in, they began to join us and soon the whole place sounded like
a rehearsal studio.  I got the others to sing "I want to know what love
is", with me.  They did the chorus and I found this gray haired grandmother
type lady and sang to her, like I did to Shelia.  I think if she didn't
already have several grandsons and I didn't have grandparents already, I
would have immediately been adopted.

Time just flew by but my stomach was beginning to rumble, so Kos asked that
we take a brake and get some food.  Another passenger came up and offered
to play the key board while Rom filled his tummy and off we went for pizza.
She was into seasonal music, which was a nice change from our self-styled
rock and roll.

When the snow abated enough to clear the runways things, got going again.
The flight was uneventful to Miami, where we changed for Charlet Amile.  I
don't remember most of it, since I was bagged and I think Kos was too.  We
just all slept.

The Virgin Islands is something else.  I mean I have never seen anything
like it.  They are sub tropical and a lot wetter then the Greek islands.  I
think I want to come back here just to meet people and look around.  This
trip is quick and work related.  The Aphrodite was already in the harbor
and in no time we are on the beach and swimming with Grant's dolphin pod.
They took to us real quick although Kos and I were the only ones that had
not swam with them before.  We all had a lot of ground to cover and getting
to know each other too.  The Evers brothers did not know the Papases all
that well and we didn't know the Stums and Evers very well but in no time
at all we were in our usual state naked and having fun.  We all seemed to
be into sex too.  Not so much Rom and Cliff but all the others.  It was
sex, sex, sex for the first day and a half.  We all had lots of getting
reacquainted to do and "men" did we do it to.  (Russ' reference to Grant's
dolphin pod is explained fully in another story.  Grant had made friends
with the dolphins that inhabit the little bay his home is situated on,
several years back.  The young dolphins love to swim with him and his human
visitors.  Grant claims the dolphins had adopted him into their pod.)

The Papases could not stay all that long so we held off the work until they
departed.  Every boy and I think all of our men would have loved to go with
them too.  On this trip they were visiting many of the places that Charles
Darwin did on the Beagle voyage.  Since Grant and Rom had both read the
book they started quoting whole passages.  I'm a bit envious but at the
same time it must be hard to live with someone who remembered everything in
absolutely complete detail.

Now it was just us models, photographers and artists.  The skin
photographer came out from Charlet Amile.  He was doing the photo shoots
for the web site.  Kos and Royce were in charge of the high art and
watercolors, which would also be available on the site.  I thought Kos was
meticulous and detailed in his work.  Royce makes him look avant guard.  If
I had hair on my body he would have painted every one of them.  For those
two we posed with the dolphins, in our swim suits, some nudes and just in
regular clothing.  For the skin man it was skin, tight shorts and undies.
He brought the costumes with him and sometimes we had small props, with
this wonderful bay and ocean for a background, it is great.  Cilff and I
were asked to do the undie shots.  It was a long series of photographs
where we were modeling different styles of undies from a variety of
producers.  We appeared alone and together in each model but we each had
different colors.  It was lots of fun.

It was about six or eight frames in each style.  Cliff is taller and older
than me but I have the bright red hair and we have about the same size
package.  If either of us got to soft one of the brothers off camera would
do something to get us going again.  Grant and Rom did the off camera
performing for our benefit and made sure we had plenty of feels and kisses
off camera.  Eric acted as director and he was good at it too.  After we
finished he did a series and Grant and Rom did one, as well.  Theirs was
more of them in swim ware, playing and goofing around and swimming with the
dolphins.

Every pair of undies was different, none from the Cleveland place but I
guess they are not sold in stores.  Anyway I had standard Y front briefs,
bikinis, thongs, boxers, boxer briefs and sever kinds of in between.  I
think they were all a size to small but man did I look good in them.  All
were labeled small mens but they fit more like boys.  I could see our
audience was at least appreciative of our bodies and our performance.  They
sure didn't hold back on the praises and the associated off camera feels
and kisses.

I had never been around two men like Royce Evers and Junior Stum before.
They were dads and they were lovers.  I don't think for very long, maybe a
year, since they hung on each other like teenagers at the high-school.  I
though it was funny but I sure didn't say anything.  That would not be
polite.  Dem and Thanos were lovers too but they were more like my parents
not like Shelia and I.  I'm not sure I will ever understand adults.  Then
they probably can't understand me either.

On our way home we spent a couple of days in Charlet.  Grandfather Stum and
Great Grandfather Hoffman had stayed there and were sure glad to see us.
Man are they cool for old guys.  GF Stum lives on a horse ranch in Montana
and he invited Kos and I to come for a visit during the summer.  GG Hoffman
is a kind of retired medical doctor and he is Grant's mentor.  Grant has
this thing going at the hospital were he organizes stuff for the sick kids,
so they get well faster.  I guess it works too since all the nurses told us
they call it the Grant Effect and assured us it was real.  He even has his
own badge, Paul Grant Stum III Pediatric Assistant.  All I know is every
kid in the place knew him and you could see the smiles on even the sickest
ones faces when he walked in.  They told me Grant learned ASL so he could
communicate with a little deaf girl and is credited with sending another
girl's cancer into remission.  Anyway, when he is not around and I guess
even when he is, all these retired people come in and read to the kids and
stuff like that.

My only experience in the hospital was not scary but I was also very angry
and had Kos, Nancy and Simon helping me.  I guess it could be scary and
having another child around makes it less so.  Grant is like that though.
He just has so much self confidence he just kind of takes over and what is
even more surprising adults just let him.  I saw him in action, he just
walked up of a sick boy who was going to have his appendix out.  He just
told him straight out.  "Its no big deal and after, all the pain will be
gone.  I even assisted on that operation once, so I know.  In less than a
week he was swimming with my dolphin pod."  He pulled up a photograph of
Stavros pointing to his stitches, showing one of the dolphins.  Even I was
impressed and well I should be, since I knew it was true, Stavros told me
himself.

Just before we flew back home Kos met with a lawyer friend of the Stums.
He worked out a preliminary deal with Kos for selling copies of the Boy In
Motion painting and all the of individual sketches that were done for it.
I think what synched the deal was his agreement to pay me a royalty on
every image sold.  They would be sold through the Manny Mahn site, just
like the paintings Royce and Kos were doing of us on the island.

End of Book One

I sincerely hope you had as much enjoyment reading this story as I had
writing it.  I fully intend to continue Red's story in Book Two.  I have
several other projects in various stages of completion.  Once they are
finished Russell, Kosmos and the others will return.

Others stories by dnrock that can be found on Nifty are:
Value of love
Arden
Jason Adonis
Paidi Nisi