Date: Fri, 03 Jun 2005 09:45:41 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/cottage-court-10

TOURIST MOTOR  COURT  - 10
by Paul Daventon


Disclaimer

            In the early part of the twentieth century, when motor vehicles
were becoming plentiful, forward thinking individuals figured that those
motorists would often want to find a place they could stay overnight to
continue their journey the next day.  They didn't construct fancy motels
and inns as are frequent today.  The first 'motels' usually contained a
number of small cottages near the office facing a courtyard, and were
called tourist courts.
            These cottages were separated from each other by a distance for
more privacy.  I, personally, remember at a very young age staying at one
of these motor courts with my parents and my sister in the late forties,
while traveling on the early Pennsylvania Turnpike.  At the time I believed
it a wild exciting adventure, sleeping in a cabin-like structure away from
home..
            The Motor Court of which I write is a left-over, still
functioning in the present day. I'm sure the residents are quite different
from those in the forties.  Travel though time with me to see how they
wound up through there in Johnston City, a fictional city in a work of
complete fiction, all characters are fictional and do not represent any
living person.
            All the usual restraints apply to this story.  This story
contains male/male explicit sex. If you don't like that, or are under 18,
please leave.


* * * * *


Tourist Court - Chapter 10



     Brett had made sure he set the alarm so they wouldn't be late for
school. He included extra time because they had to clean up Cottage #8
before they left, especially changing the sheets and mopping up the mess in
the bathroom.  They woke up still hugging, arms and legs
intertwined. Neither wanted to get up, but their resolution to do so had
not weakened completely. The warm shower wakened them enough to wash, but
when Bran pleaded for Brett to allow him one more time in his ass, Brent
looked at that handsome pleading face and after all the kisses, he
relented.
     "Okay, Bran, you know I love you so much, so go ahead." He leaned on
his hands to the side of the shower, pushing his ass out toward Bran. "But
don't use soap, that hurts my ass, get the lube from the room. Don't worry
about getting dry, just hurry."
     Bran ducked back into the bedroom, grabbed the lube and returned into
the shower.
     "Man, it's cold in the other room."  He gave a sneaky grin, "I'm
plenty warm with you."
     He turned the showerhead away from them and pushed a finger into
Brett's asshole, "Ah, Brett, here we are." He pushed against Brett's
prostate.
     "Uh, hey Bran, I'd rather you did that with your cock. It's much
better than a finger, well it is marginally larger, you know," he kidded.
     "Now you are gonna get it, my friend, ah .. no, my lover."  Bran
pressed his body against Brett's back, his cock shoving between Brett's
buttocks, enjoying the slippery flesh on his organ.
     Taking a dollop of KY on his finger, he spread Brett's cheeks, then
pushed as much KY as he could into the pink, wrinkled hole.  Quickly he
squeezed KY on his own glans and shaft, loving the feeling on his hot rod,
just waiting to be slid inside Brett's body.
     "Okay, Brett, I'm movin' in," he warned his lover. The soft, swollen
head pushed against Brett's asshole, urgently, passionately, and with a
plop his head had passed the sphincter and into the rectum.
     "Oh, god, Bran, come in, come in, the water's fine," and he giggled,
pushing back into Bran's crotch, taking Bran's cock all the way to his
pubes.  Bran surrounded Brett with his arms, his hands cupping his tits,
flicking a quick finger on the nubs.
     Brett was shaking by then, his whole body shivering with delight from
the sensations of the cock on his insides, wishing for more, more length
than Bran had.  His butt felt on fire, his asshole burning with heat he
loved because Bran was forcing his cock farther in the molten,
moisture-laden, velvety sides of his nether region.
     Bran began to punch his hips harder with short, rapid twitches of his
loins, almost on remote control. He was kissing Brett's shoulders and neck,
nipping with his teeth a bit.
     "Oh, Bran, I love you so much, but don't give me any more hickeys, I
had to wear a turtleneck sweater the last time.  In the locker room I had
so many questions wondering how I got the hickeys, and who gave me them.  I
had to just smile and say, "I don't kiss and tell." He groaned as Bran hit
his prostate again and again, forcing his semen further along the trail.
     Bran held onto Brett solidly, caressing his chest, then one hand found
Brett's cock, giving it a thorough stroking, working his thumb on Brett's
glans.  "I'm almost there, Brett, tighten up for me," he began thrusting
harder and faster, "I'm cumming, man, I'm almost there." Shocks of prickles
ran up his spine, through his crotch and balls, in his own anus and rectum.
     "Cum on, Bran, shoot in me, I want your baby, I want your love up my
hole. Pump my cock as fast as you can."  Brett was riding high on Bran's
cock, changing his position to force it other ways so he could feel the hot
sensations of electricity running up his own back to his brain.  "I'm
cumming, Bran, cum with me."
     The two young men were writhing against each other, spasming in their
throes of passion.
     "Here it is, Brett, uh, nng, now, right ... now!"
     "I'm cumming too, lover, take me, take me, fuck, fuck, babe, here I
am."
     They held on everywhere they could, fingers gripping fiercely, roughly
as their bodies reacted to the heady passion of their sexual feelings
together.  Too soon their cocks retreated and Bran's cock fell from Brett's
asshole, sliding out slowly, every nerve sensing his disconnection to his
lover.  Brett turned to face Bran, "Hold me, man, hold me."  Bran did that,
and received hugs of his own.
     The water was turning cool, "Bran, we gotta get out, clean up and get
to school." Tears started down Brett's face, "I'll never forget this time
with you, and we can be together so much.  This summer you and I and Ted
will have lots of fun, go fishing, camping and stuff." He stopped talking,
kissed Bran so gently, "Will that be enough for you, babe?  Of course, you
might find your own lover. Even if you do, I'll always be your first and
don't you forget that!"
     As they released each other, Brett noticed that Bran's eyes were
awash, some dripping tears from them. "Brett, I can never thank you enough,
I love you and always will. But .... when we are wrestling this winter, we
better watch out, wear double jockstraps so our hard ons won't show."
     He rubbed Brett's chest and butt softly, smiling in his utter joy.
While they dried each other both were trying to stay concentrated, but
frequent kisses and caressing abounded between them.
     Brett warned, "Let's not tell Ted that you were in my ass twice,
okay?" Bran agreed..
     When they finished cleaning up the cottage, they still had time for
some breakfast with Pete and Ted.  Pete didn't know what they had enjoyed,
but he knew they had been passionate and they loved it, but were also sad,
too. Pete thought, 'I need to ask Ted what was going on.'  The boys drove
to school in Brett's car. As they did, both realized they would be close
every day, riding to school, able to touch a little and be familiar with
each other depending on their neighbors.


* * * * *


     Back at the Tourist Court, after Ted told Pete what Brett and Bran had
done, Pete figured out their mood. "I see now, I could tell they were
thrilled with the night together, but sad they couldn't continue." He
patted Ted on the back, "I know Brett will be true to you, Ted, no
question, but I think you will have to spend time to court him again,
carefully remind him that he is yours and yours alone. You have been very
good to that boy, you've changed him right."
     Ted was nodding, "Yeah, Pete, I worried a bit about letting Brett do
stuff with Bran, but I still felt confident he would be back same as
usual."
     "Hey, Pete, I think we should look in on Jon at the hospital.  Every
guest here has checked out and no more until noon, or later.  Okay with
you?
     Ted nodded, "Sure, Pete, I'd like to see him again in a better
condition." He smiled, "That Monty is some case of shit. Wonder how he ever
got so mean and almost psychotic."
     At the Johnston General Hospital Pete went up to the nurses' station,
"I'm looking for Jon Hamlin, brought in last night."  He recognized and
smiled at Mary Jo Burgess, a former classmate at Johnston High School over
ten years before.
     "Well, howdy, Pete, good to see you. I heard you were in town but
hadn't seen you. You been busy?"  Mary Jo looked Pete over as if she were
buying a slave, or maybe a toy boy.
     "Sort of , Mary Jo, I inherited the Johnston Tourist Court from my
uncle who died a little while ago. I've been fixing it up and we opened a
couple weeks ago.  Been very busy." He smiled to pep her up, since she was
looking like she'd like to eat him or something equally bizarre.
     Mary Jo had been thinking while he had been talking. "So, Pete, did
you bring your wife to town with you? I'd like to meet her."  Her teeth
were looking more and more like gnashing, the better to chew up the nearest
male.
     "No, Mary Jo, I'm not married.  Still footloose and free."  He knew
he'd better put a stop to her dreaming of his demise but didn't want to
mention Frank.
     "I came to see Jon Hamlin, where is his room?"
     "Room 254, down the hall and around the corner." Her eyes twinkled as
she winked at him, "And be sure you stop here before you go home.  See ya."
     Pete and Ted were moving down the hall and Pete turned to say, "Sure."
Sure as hell is freezing.
     They found Jon Hamlin lying on the hospital bed, wearing just a
hospital gown, no doubt bare in the back as usual.  He looked tired but not
in trouble. He remembered Pete from his visit to Amanda's house and Ted
just a little from the previous night.
     "Jon, I'm Pete Johnston and this is Ted Johnston, my son, we found you
last night after Monty tried to castrate you. It's very good he failed, as
I suppose you think so too."  He smiled.
     Jon lifted his hand, which both shook. "I met you at Amanda's, didn't
I?  I remember, you told me not to answer the door in my room.  I wish I
hadn't, but the voice told me he was a fireman and I should evacuate the
house. Then I smelled something like a burning or smoking.  After I opened
the door, I saw he was burning some paper just outside the door. By that
time he had a gun out, threatening me and took me to his car."  Jon was
looking worried, still scared.
     "So that's what happened, we did wonder.  Do you know what happened to
Monty?"
     "I heard he is just down the hall, but don't know what happened."
     Ted spoke up, "Jon, when I found you, he was still there and
threatened me. He came at me, I knocked the knife out of his hand, then
broke his right arm, pulled his left arm behind him hard and crippled his
balls, I think. I knew he wouldn't be going anywhere."
     "Wow, I wish I'd been awake to see that, you must be a tough
fighter.."
     "Yes, some friends of mine got the band off your testicles while I was
taking care of Monty. How are they doing now?" Ted smiled, expecting Jon to
just say one way or another.
     But, Jon reached down, grabbed the hem of his gown and pulled it up to
his navel.
     "See, they are okay, but they still hurt a little. I'm glad he sure
didn't do a good job." He laughed, his eyes reflecting his joy he still had
his balls. "Look if you want, the scrotum was a little bruised but is fine
now."
     Neither Ted nor Pete could resist seeing someone else's balls, and
cock for that matter.  They leaned over Jon's crotch as he picked both up
in his hands, "See, nothing hurt."
     "Do you know everything works?"  Ted spoke in a business like manner.
     Jon blushed, "Well, I can pee, I know that, but haven't tried anything
else." He laughed, and Ted and Pete did also.  "Well, I'll let you know
when I find out."  He laughed again, enjoying the banter with these men, he
hoped he would see more of them.
     "When do you get to go home, Jon?  Soon?"
     The handsome dark haired young man, just out of college, told them the
doctor was expected soon, and thought he would release him, if all looked
well.
     "Jon, I'd say everything looks great down there," Ted pointed to his
crotch, "I was going to say that we'd be glad to take you home if you'd
like?"
     Jon sat up higher when Ted arranged a pillow behind his back.  Both
men noticed a fine chest on Jon's body, well muscled and mostly
solid. "That would be great, I hate to call Amanda and ask her come here
for me.  Have you told her what's happened to Monty?"
     Pete answered eagerly, "Yeah, Jon, we have and she's had it with
him. The police found messages in the motel room where the men stayed. They
showed exactly how Monty hired them. I think Monty will be put away for a
long time and she told him he doesn't have a home."
     At that moment Dr. Barnes came to examine Jon, though his eyes raised
when he saw that Jon had pulled up his gown, wondering why.  He guessed
Pete and Ted were friends, but probably nothing more.
     "Hi all. How are you doing, Jon, everything all right, no pain or
aches?"
     "No, sir, I feel great. These two are friends," he pointed to Pete,
"Pete Johnston owns the Johnston Tourist Court, Ted is his son. They helped
me out last night."  He smiled, "And I want to thank you, too. Pretty weird
case, right?"
     The doctor laughed, "Yeah, Jon, never had one like it.  Farm amateur
surgery is rare." He patted Jon on his shoulder, "You'll be fine."
     Pete hinted to the doctor, "Dr Barnes, we can take Jon home when he is
released."
     "Good, he might need a little help walking for a bit, but Jon, don't
overdo.  Call me if something doesn't work right." He laughed, "Whenever
you get a chance."
     Pete and Ted laughed too, as Jon's expense, but he could tell they
were just amused with the situation.
     As Dr. Barnes left the room, Ted asked Jon, "Can we help you, Jon,
we'd be happy to."
     "Sure, my clothes are in that cabinet," pointed at the closet, "I'll
take a pee before we leave, though."  They watched Jon as he got out of the
bed, and swayed a little. Both men held him around the waist, one on either
side. "Thanks, guys, I seem to be a little woozy."  He gave each a look of
appreciation and a little kiss.  They were surprised, but also assumed Jon
had figured out they were gay.  That probably happened because they looked
closely at his cock and balls, straight men wouldn't have done that.
     After Jon finished his pee, closely monitored by Ted, Ted and Pete
helped him dress, Ted handing him each piece while Pete steadied him with
an arm.  This young man was really hot, slim body with fine muscles, bubble
butt, wide shoulders and narrow waist, not quite as tall as Ted, but taller
than Pete. He looked a little like a young Johnny Depp without the facial
hair.
     "You guys sure are great." He scanned their faces, "Excuse me if I
ask, but are you two partners?"  He was embarrassed himself by asking the
question.
     Pete answered first, "No, Ted is my son, adopted, and my partner works
at the bank.  Ted's partner is at the high school right now, studying hard
we hope." He glanced at Ted, "Right?"
     "Yeah, he better be or I'll whack his butt."  They all laughed, sure
that Ted would do no such thing.
     After Jon was pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair, they got
into Pete's van, Ted carefully helped Jon into his seat and locked his seat
belt across him.  Ted got in the back, but leaned in the center to talk to
both.
     "Jon," Ted said, "We would like to have you at the Tourist Court for
dinner tonight.  Would Mrs. Warren let you stay if we take you there
instead of her home?"
     "Oh, yes, she said if I'm away, she won't starve. She is really
great. Too bad she spawned that horrible man."  Jon shuddered, unnerved by
his thoughts and remembering, "I can't thank you enough, Ted, for your help
last night.  Did you have anyone else with you?"
     Ted looked down, "Ah, Jon, yes, my partner and his friend were staying
in one of the cottages and heard the noises. Ah ... I'm sorry, they both
helped remove the band from your testicles, obviously seeing you in the
nude. They won't tell anyone, though, don't worry."
     Jon looked back at Ted, "Well, Ted, if he's your partner, he must be a
wonderful boy. Is he 18?"
     "Yes, he and his friend, Branford Little, are both 18, and best
friends for ages, but Brett and I fell in love.  Brett is wonderful and so
is Bran, wonderful man and hot as hell, a high school wrestler and they
both graduate this May.  I hope he comes home with Brett, you should meet
him. I think you will like him."
     To Pete, Ted was too obvious about Jon meeting Bran, like he was
pimping for Jon. No, he thought, I didn't mean that, but he is heading
toward overboard.


* * * * *


     The dining room was full of good food, conversations and happy men and
boys eating up a storm with Pete and Frank.  Jon had been introduced all
around, his forte seemed to be an easy way when meeting new people,
enjoying them and showing his interest in them. Everyone fell in love with
Jon Hamlin, his handsome looks, glittering smile and harmonious, friendly
voice.
     Pete introduced him to the rest, "Sons and near sons, I'd like to
introduce Jon Hamlin, a writer who is staying with Amanda Warren, strange
as it may seem, he's living in Monty's old room, ironic, isn't it?  He just
graduated last June from Toledo University, majoring in English and
writing.  Amanda is his sponsor for a couple years while he is writing. He
also is an amazing butler for her, I think he must have studied butlering
in England."
     "He had a little problem with Monty last night, but, thanks to Ted,
Monty will be spending a long time away from this vicinity, besides his
crime of conspiracy to murder.  We wish him well, particularly in the
showers at the prison he'll be where he'll be staying. Thanks to our Ted,
he won't be moving much at all for a while."
     "So, we say to Jon, welcome to our home and business, make it a point
in your day to come visit.  Most of the boys will be in school during the
day, but Ted and I will always be here."
     As he finished, the boys yelled and clapped, "Yea Jon, speech,
speech."
     Embarrassed as he was, Jon stood, "Thanks, guys, I'm very happy to be
here enjoying a fine meal with you, and I'd like very much to know more
about all of you." His eyes swivelled around, resting just a second too
long on Branford Little. Only Ted was aware Jon did that.
     "Thanks for having me."  He smiled and sat again.  The others didn't
know how close he was to shedding tears, he was also so thankful this gang
had saved him from harm.
     Through the dinner, almost two hours, Ted noted that Bran watched Jon
closely though he was sitting next to his best friend, Brett.  Brett
noticed too, especially happy for his friend who may have found his
someone.
     Bran was happy sitting next to Brett, and liked Jon immediately as he
met him, wondering if they might get to know each other better soon. After
the group moved into the living room, conversing with everyone.  Bran and
Brett settled on one of the couches, Brett indicated to Jon he should sit
with them.  Brett arranged it so he was on one end, Jon on the other end
and Bran in the middle.
     "Jon, did Ted tell you that Bran and I were with him when we found you
last night? I suppose he did. We needed to help you be rid of the torture
device."
     Jon smiled, "I know, and I thank you, but how come you were together
last night in the cottage?"
     Brett and Bran glanced at each other, thinking, 'should we tell'?,
then nodded as one.
     So Brett explained how he and Ted were partners, and he and Bran were
best friends for years.  They had never had sex together and both wanted it
once. That was why they were in the cottage. Brett reddened when telling
Jon they'd had fantastic sex that night. They still loved each other, but
Brett was Ted's partner. He left his explanation there.
     Jon smiled warmly, pleased to know these men, "I think that is so
romantic, guys, I'm sure you appreciated the whole time.  You two have been
so lucky to have such a good friend, loving each other, being that close.
I have had friends, but no one that close and I have missed having one."
     Brett countered, "Jon, we'll take you on as a client of the
Little-Johnston Friends Club.  You are our first client."  Brett was so
pleased, it sounded as if they could help Jon, maybe, he thought to
himself, Bran and Jon might get together as partners.
     For the next hour Brett came to feel left out, Bran and Jon were
talking about going to college, finding a major subject, dealing with
professors, other students.  They were so wound up with each other, they
forgot that Brett was there, completely ignoring him.  Brett felt hurt, but
reminded himself that Bran needed someone and Jon might be the one.
     Brett finally went to the kitchen to help with the cleanup, working
with Ted and Pete.  They knew what had happened between Jon and Bran, but
decided to let Brett work it out himself. Ted did manage to touch Brett,
pat his butt and give him a kiss occasionally while they worked.
     He whispered to Brett, "Babe, you'll have to let go of Bran now, he'll
always be your best friend, but he desperately needs someone for
himself. You'll still have him in school and also on the wrestling
team. Right?"
     Brett nodded, still not terribly happy.  He knew he would be losing
Bran from first place in his life as his friend..
     Ted whispered again, "Remember, babe, you've always got me, right?' He
squeezed Brett's buttock, goosing him with one finger.  Brett suddenly
turned to face Ted and grabbed his body with both hands while he pushed his
crotch into Ted's. That meant he had to stand on Ted's feet to even the
height.  Ted knew that Brett was quietly sobbing, sorry for himself,
seeking some pity from his lover, so he cuddled him to his breast, holding
securely.
     Finally Brett let go and grabbed a tissue to blow his nose and wipe
the excess from his eyes. "Ted, I love you so, I'll be able to adjust soon,
but right now I'm feeling so lost, missing my life support."  He was able
to smile somewhat at Ted.
     "Brett, you go now and break up Jon and Bran, take them outside to
show Jon around.  You do need some time with Bran, I think, and you will
have to make it yourself. Love you." Ted gave Brett another butt squeeze
and sent him off.


* * * * *


     Brett broke into Jon and Bran's conversation, "Hey, guys, it's not
cold outside, let's show Jon around the Court, okay?"
     Bran immediately realized he had ignored Brett for an hour, "Yeah,
Brett, that's a good idea. Come on." Bran put his arm around Brett's
shoulders and another arm behind Jon to push him along.
     The trio moved out into the courtyard, warm in the sunshine of a calm,
mild November day, nearing Thanksgiving.  Brett walked on the left, Bran in
the middle and Jon on the right, touring the cottages. Most were available,
but would probably fill by nightfall.
     "Brett and Bran, I really appreciate meeting such wonderful people,
the Johnston family.  Does that mean you are the son-in-law, Brett?"
     Brett smiled playfully, "Yeah, Jon, and I love it.  The family is so
talented and smart, not that I'm left behind, I'm just a late starter."
     Ted had appeared and joined them
     Ted spoke up, wanting Jon to know their past. He told Jon all about
living in Iowa with their father, and with Pete; about his father dying,
coming to stay with Pete, who had already adopted Tim, thrown out by his
parents.  They were all adopted by Pete, legally in court.
     "That's an amazing story, " Jon agreed, "and I am taken with him too."
     They continued the tour of the cottages, checking the empty ones out.
     Ted remarked, "Actually the cottages are all alike. But Cottage 8 is
special for all three of us." He shared glances with Brett, Bran and Ted,
and smiled at them. "We all had wonderful loving times in that bed."  He
laughed again, thinking that Jon may have that experience.
     Ed checked his watch, "Oh, I'm late for Amanda, I'm supposed to pick
her up at the church.  See you guys later."  Jon didn't look happy that he
was leaving, but it was his job. He mainly wanted to stay to know Bran
better. He started away. His car was still where he had left it the night
before.
     "Jon," Bran called, "Could stop back tomorrow afternoon, I'll be the
desk clerk and registrar for the Court.  I'd like to talk some more. Okay?"
Bran's heart was pounding from his nervousness, hoping that Jon would come
back.
     Jon stopped and turned, "Sure, Bran, I can get away about 4, it that's
all right?"
     "Sure, man, it's great. See you then."  Bran's gazillion watt,
brilliant smile flashed in Brett's eyes, his relief was noticeable to
Brett.
     Ted watched Jon leave, then felt Bran and Brett needing some privacy.
Ted ambled back to the office, knowing Brett and Bran needed to talk it
out, without him.
     "So, Bran," Brett teased, "Are you in love yet?" He wrapped his arm
around Bran's waist, "I hope so, man, I think he is just what you need."
     Bran blushed, not angry with Brett, "Not yet, bro, but it wouldn't be
long to my thinking, I am very attracted to him.  He's hot, don't you
think?"  Bran was hoping Brett would agree with him, Jon was very good
looking, seemed to have a good body and great personality. "I don't know
why he would want me, Brett, he's out of college, getting started with his
life. You know?"
     Brett turned to face Bran, his hands on his shoulders, "Bran, you are
a dunce. I can see it in his eyes, he's about ready to ask you to marry
him. I'm sure." He pulled Bran to his body, "Don't screw this up, man, you
got him on the ropes. HE IS SMITTEN WITH YOU!"
     Brett felt Bran shaking,"Hon, believe me, he loves you already, and
you deserve him, babe, you have so much to give him. There's probably only
three years in age between you two."  Brett stared into Bran's eyes, "Tell
me true, babe, you love him already, don't you?"
     Bran nodded his head slowly, his eyes lowered, then quietly, "Yeah, I
guess." He snapped his head up, eyes straight into Brett's, "But I still
love you, and always will."
     The two were walking in the woods, mostly out of sight. Bran pressed
his lips against Brett's, searching his mouth for a tongue to wrestle.
They kept at it for quite a few minutes.
     "Bran, you remember this when you first kiss Jon. I'll bet you'll find
even more there, betcha. You will still love me, but you'll be in love with
Jon. There's quite a difference."
     Hardly able to talk, Bran muttered, "Thank you, Brett, I hope you are
right. I need someone and you are taken so I'll take a chance on Jon.
You've helped me so much." He hugged Brett even more firmly, then swatted
him on the butt, "Let's break this up, I see Ted heading our way again."
     "That's okay, babe, he knows I love you, but I'm his."


* * * * *


     Later that evening Pete and Frank were lying hungrily in their bed,
totally naked, pressing body to body, caressing their flesh while enjoying
the time together.  Pete gave Frank some vital information.  "I talked to
Brett earlier, his grandparents have finally decided to stay in Florida.
Brett's father, Harry Morgan, gave me a figure for the house that would be
doable for us. And, the purchase would include Harry's father's old Chevy
convertible, so Ted will be pleased. He could junk his convertible from
Iowa or keep two cars, the garage would hold both." Pete was pleased with
his investigation. "And there are five bedrooms, four baths, lots of
room. Besides, we can have all the furniture." Pete kissed Frank on the
sharp, sloped nose, "And, I remember you have some fine furniture, which we
will also use. We can throw out the old stuff gradually."
     "What do you think about Bran and Jon, Pete? I think they realize they
are already a couple, so I told Bran, if he and Jon want to use a cottage,
he should reserve one on the reservation records, but no charge. Right?"
     "That's fine, Frank, we need to help them all we can.  I did talk to
Jon earlier this evening, and he's has a good brain, solid ethics and a
direction he's committed to. I wonder, though, how Bran will make out with
him, education-wise."
     "That's been on the back of my mind, Pete, Bran could go to Johnston
College, we could support him because I think money is very scarce in his
family.  It's just his mother, his father ran away maybe ten years ago."
     "Okay, but we'll have to give Bran time off some evenings. Right?"
Frank grinned slyly, and Pete nodded.  "I think we should do some
conspiring to ease their path of courtship, okay?"
     "What ever you say, Frank.  Now give me a good kiss, man, let's play."
an evil grin shown on his loving face.


* * * * *


     About 5 p.m. the next day Bran was working as desk clerk in the
Tourist Court, registering and billing the guests as they arrived.  In
three hours the flood would be over, the no vacancy sign lit so Bran could
go home.  He had handled the people very well, Pete sort of watched him
from his apartment. He was polite, considerate and charmed the ladies
particularly. A couple young men checking in together looked at him
hungrily. Moreover, his math was fast and correct, checking cards with the
credit card companies before full registration was finished.
     Pete and Frank asked Bran to wait a few minutes before he left. They
sat in the living room adjoining the office.  Pete had a book in his hands.
     Pete started. "Bran, we want you to feel a part of this family, if you
want to. We feel you are, and we want to help all of our clan,
blood-related or not."
     Bran answered, "Pete, and Frank, you have made me feel so welcome, I
can't think any reason why not."  Bran was mystified with Pete's concern
about his feelings.
     "We know you and Brett are practically brothers, and love each
other. What else can we do but adopt you?  Not legal adoption if course,
since you do have your mother, but a more brotherly adoption, counting on
our feelings and yours.."  He waited for Bran to nod again.
     Bran's face reddened, his eyes misted over, "I can't think of anything
I would rather be - a member of this wonderful family." He smiled broadly,
winking, "But I don't know if I want to change my name to Johnston?" He
laughed freely and joyously, "I guess I'm not marrying anyone in the
family."
     Frank gave Bran a squirrelly look and smiled back,"Geez, Bran, I
thought you would be changing your name to Hamlin, maybe."
     Then Bran's face bloomed like a red, red rose. "You guys," he teased,
"he hasn't asked me yet.  Maybe he won't."
     Pete answered quietly, "I have a wonderful feeling that he will, and
not too long from now, either." He patted Bran on the back, "Have you asked
him to stay with you?"
     "No, last night I asked him to come here any afternoon since I would
be working in the office. Haven't seen him yet."  Pete and Frank had given
Bran hope that Jon might stop in.
     "Bran, what are you thinking about for next year, after you graduate?
Maybe more schooling, possibly?"
     "No, Pete, I don't have any money for college. I could possibly get a
scholarship because of my grades. Haven't checked into that."  He'd gone
quiet, and a bit sad.  Pete would fix it.
     "Bran, we plan to help all our kids get a good education. Brett
wouldn't have any trouble financially, I'm sure. And the next ones would be
Tim and Tom, but they are four years away from college. So, here's the
plan.  We," Pete pointed to he and Frank, "we will help you financially,
all the way if necessary, to get a college education, won't cost your
mother anything.  Would that help?"
     Bran was excited, he couldn't keep still, arms and legs jumping
about. "Oh, Pete and Frank, you guys are too much.  You don't have to do
that."
     "No we don't, Bran, we want to give you the opportunity." Pete handed
Bran the book he'd been holding. "This is the heavy catalog from Johnston
College and we would like you to search it and try to decide what you would
want to study.  If you want to go elsewhere, that's okay, too, we'll
support you wherever you go. Got it?" The two older men were smiling
happily.
     Pete and Frank were sitting on either side of Bran, so when he covered
his face and felt overwhelmed, they were quick to hold him until he could
recover.
     "Hey, is anybody here?  I need to register," a male voice sounded from
the office, so Pete went to see.  Frank continued to comfort Bran.
     Very soon Pete returned with Jon Hamlin, coming to see Bran. When he
saw Bran look drained in the arms of Frank, "What's the matter, Bran, have
they been mean to you?"  Jon sat beside Bran, "What's the matter babe, tell
me?"
     Bran grabbed onto Jon, "Jonnie, they say they'll pay for me to go to
college, all the way."
     "And you are crying about that?"  Jon gave Bran a kiss on his cheek,
"Babe, you're going to be with me, I'd pay but I haven't got much
money. Tell them you'll accept their help."
     "That's why we offered and why we hope you will accept, Bran. You will
make us very happy."
     "Uh, Bran, did you fill Cottage #8 today?"
     "No, you said not to."
     "That's good, we want you and Jon to head for that cottage and discuss
what you need to and we'll take care of the Tourist Court, don't want you
to worry about it. And," Pete looked at Frank, "We'll have supper right
here for you two.  We'll make plenty so when you are ready, just come
here. Okay?"
     Bran jumped up, held Pete and kissed him on the lips, then did the
same to Frank. He was crowing and yelling how wonderful they were. What
else would be next?  He grabbed Jon and gave him a bigger, hotter, frantic
kiss.  "Come on Jon, we have our castle awaiting us. Let's go."
     Pete and Frank chuckled as the two left the office headed for Cottage
#8.  "I'm beginning to think we ought to call Cottage 8, Love
Cottage. Don't you think? We could put that over the door."
     Their two bodies merged into a loving clinch, twisting and writhing
together, so pleased with themselves.
     Frank whispered, "Petey, I think we did good, don't you?"
     "Sure do, love. You should receive a big kiss."  So he kissed his
lover.


* * * * *


     Jon followed Bran into the cottage and grabbed his love in his arms,
plastering his own body against Bran's back, forcing Bran to meld into
Jon's body.  Bran could feel Jon's hard cock on his behind, the solid rod
pushing between his buttocks.
     "Bran," Jon murmured huskily, "I actually came because I wanted to
talk. But now, I just want to ask you to be my partner. Will you?  Will
your mother mind?  Will she hate me?" I want to hear one 'Yes', and two
'Noes' in that order."
     "Yes, No, and another No. Of course, Jonnie, I know we've only known
each other for a very short time, but I love you so much and have been
hoping you would love me."
     Jon pulled Bran to the bed, the bed where Bran had fucked Brett and
the other way, too.  Bran's asshole still stung a little. He'd had to walk
carefully at school, not let anyone see him limp. He found the situation
difficult, but managed.
     As they lay side by side, Jon held Bran and whispered in his ear.
"Bran, I know we haven't known each other very long, but I'm sure I want
you.  No question.  I love you so much I haven't been worth spit since I
met you. Amanda wondered what was the matter with me, said I was worthless,
not worth spit.  I explained and she told me to get over here right
away. So I came. I know you love Brett, but I want you IN love with
me. Okay?"
     Bran kissed Jon tenderly, "Yes, I'll always love Brett, Jon, but I'm
with you, I want to be your partner in everything."
     "You got it, Bran. But now ..... " He whispered in Bran's ear, "Love,
would you show me yourself naked, only because I need to see you for my
dreams for a while."  Jon gave Bran a loving, but slightly sinister look.
     Slowly Bran stood up beside the bed, "No, but you can take my clothes
off of me," he smiled with brilliant rays to his lover.
     Jon stood straight up, embarrassed because his cock was making his
pants bulge hugely..
     Bran looked at his crotch, "Is that all for me?"  He played the
demure, shy lover, eyes popping..
     Jon went ahead, removing Bran's clothes, first, his open dress shirt,
then his t-shirt, followed by lowering his pants, revealing the hearts on
his shorts. They giggled about that. Jon pulled down the shorts that, of
course, caught on Bran's large cock, about 6 inches and a slender shaft.
Bran's only hair was on his head, under his arms, and just above his cock,
all light brown.  Oh, he did have just a little patch between his pecs,
sparse but manly.
     "Oh, my god, Bran, you are so beautiful. You are a god incarnate." He
sat on the bed in front of Bran who moved toward Jon, between his bent
legs. "Lordy, Bran, I've never made love to a wrestler. Looks like a lot of
fun."
     Bran answered him, "Well, that will have to wait, babe, until I
undress you."
     Jon blushed, so eager to be with Bran, "Of course, I want that, too."
He stood, pushing Bran back a little, waiting for his lover to denude him
totally.
     Bran gently opened Jon's shirt and off, his t-shirt off.  Bran leaned
over to put his lips on Bran's deep red nipples, quarter-sized with a large
nub. Those were licked, tongued and nipped just a bit with Bran's pure
white teeth, gnashing gently.  While working on the nipples, Bran's hand
had opened Jon's belt, top button and lowered his zipper.
     Bran stood back, watching closely as Jon's pants headed for the floor,
taking his shorts with them.  His heart raced to see Jon's cock pushing way
out, parallel to the floor, dark pubes over the shaft.  He was pleased to
see Jon had a light smattering of dark hair on his pectorals, but no other
hair until his navel aiming at his crotch..
     "Turn around Jon," Bran spoke huskily, hardly above a whisper, "I need
to see the rest."
     Jon presented his back to Bran, sensing his lover's eyes scanning his
back, waist and his buttocks, those golden orbs of melon shape, swelled out
from his hips.  Again Bran noticed a thin film of sparse dark hair on those
hungry cheeks.
     Reaching out, Bran held Jon's shoulders, slowly turning him back to
face him.
     "Jon, if I am beautiful, you are more so, you are as handsome as I
could ever imagine."  He turned his right hand palm up, then forward under
Jon's balls, with intricate care, his held them relaxed in his palm.
     Bran backed to sit on the bed, opened his arms for Jon to come to him.
Jon did, between Bran's heavy thighs, where Bran again held that
scrotum. "Oh, babe, to think Monty might have torn these apart from your
body.  I can't help imagining it."
     Jon noticed tears on Bran's cheeks, he hunkered down to kiss the tears
away. "It's okay, Bran, I'm just fine, and ... I know everything works."
     Bran finally realized what Jon had said, "You mean, Jonnie, you
actually gave it a trial run this morning." Jon laughed, full of guilt.
     "Actually, babe, it was last night, and this morning.  I couldn't
stop."
     Bran stood, pulled down the spread, blankets and sheets, "Let's get in
here, love, I'm feeling just a little cold. I need you to keep me warm."
     "I'll always be here, Bran, just for that reason, well, maybe others
too, but it is my happiness to love you and hold you near me."
     The handsome bodies came together in the middle, merging their flesh
and souls.


* * * * *


     For three weeks the Johnston family went to school; (Bobby, Tim, Tom,
Brett, Bran), went to work; (Frank, Ted, Pete); played around after work
and school; (all).  No surprises.  These eight men and boys cooperate to
get the work done.  Bran and Jon's love affair bloomed.  Since Frank and
Pete decided the cottages needed some landscaping around them, Pete called
a nearby dealer, Rodney's Landscape and Design.  When Rodney came that
morning to the Tourist Court, checking out the site, after the first sight
of him Pete lost his ability to speak, to breathe and to move.  He was
stunned. 'A movie star doing landscaping?'
     "Hi, I'm Rod Victor, I'm here to see what you need for landscaping."
     While the hunky young man was speaking to Pete, he was checking the
guy out from head to crotch.  He saw a muscular man, tall and slender
though with wide shoulders and solid biceps, dark hair swept back from a
strong face, long, chiseled features, full curved mouth. Pete noticed the
narrow hips and the bubble butt.
     Soon Pete realized Rod was waiting for him to answer a question.
     Pete shook his head and blushed, "I'm sor... , sorry ... ah .... Rod,
I .... seemed to have zonked out." He smiled, "Could you repeat the
question?"  Pete was ashamed that he'd been eyeing the stud, not paying
attention to his words.  'I'm sorry."
     Rod smiled knowingly, "Of course, I was asking where you want
landscaping."
     "Come on, I'll show you." With a twist of his head, he indicated the
direction he wanted them to go.
     "This is a nice Tourist Court, must have been built a long time ago."
     "Yeah, Rod, it was started before the war."  He laughed, "World War
II, that is."
     Rod slapped Pete on the back, laughing, "I knew that, Pete, I'm young
but I do read."
     Pete paled, "Jeez, Rod, I didn't mean that.  Sorry."
     As they neared Cottage #1, Pete told him, "We have eight cottages
here, Rod, and they all need help." He pointed to the Manager's building,
"That one, too. What would you suggest?"
     "Let's walk around all of the buildings, I'll figure it out by then."
     So Pete followed Rod around each of the cottages, wondering what he
was thinking. Pete rationalized his own sexual feelings about Rod, he was
missing Frank and would not see him until 4:30 or 5:00 that afternoon.
     Having finished the tour around the Tourist Court, Pete and Rod sat in
the living room of the manager's building to discuss the landscaping.  Rod
had brought a book with color pictures of various plants he might use.  He
showed Pete the types of plants he thought might work out around the
cottages.
     "Pete, any flowers you want should be perennials that would come up
every year. Mums are good for that, daffodils and tulips are good, and I
would suggest evergreens in between the flowers.  I would get some that
don't grow tall, don't need to be trimmed all the time.  For a good look
around the foundations, maybe some ground cover like myrtle, pachysandra,
sweet woodruff or sweet William." Rod smiled at Pete, trying not to bring
up too many possibilities, "If you want, I'll make a drawing of one cottage
with the plants I'm talking about."
     Pete sighed gratefully, "That would be great, Rod, I don't know these
names or plants. I used to work on an Iowa farm, never had that stuff." He
looked into Rod's eyes, "When would I be able to show my partner a
picture."
     "Your business partner?"  Rod wanted to know for sure.
     "No, Rod, my personal partner, but I think he'd know all about these
flowers and stuff."  Pete smiled again, "He's into plants and landscaping,
but has no time to do it."
     Rod grinned, "Do I get to assume that you are gay, Pete?"
     "You may do that, but not too loud."  He smiled broadly, winking
slightly to Rod.
     "Would you tell me who your partner is?"  Rod was asking a lot but he
honestly wanted to know, maybe it was someone he knew.
     Pete returned the answer which a puzzle. "He works at the Johnston
Bank. He's the chief teller."  Pete really didn't mind, in fact he was very
proud of Frank
     "Ah, I'll bet that's Frank Warren, right?"  Rod was sure he was right,
he'd stared at Frank many times himself.
     Pete nodded, "I know I haven't 'outed' him, his first partner died
from cancer a few years ago.  Ah, .. Jim .... darn I can't remember his
last name .. oh, yeah ... Jim Reynolds."
     Rod lowered his eyes, sadly, "Too bad you didn't know him, what a hunk
he was. They made the most handsome couple I've even seen."
     "How old are you, Rod, about 24?"  Pete thought he looked even
younger.
     Rod looked up, mists in his eyes, "No, I just hit thirty, just a month
ago.  I was hoping to connect up with Jim myself, but Frank got to him
first and swept him off his feet. I was so disappointed, Pete. That rocked
my world for quite a while."  Rod was feeling sorry for himself, "And I've
never recovered, and never found a partner for myself."
     Pete knew someone he'd met recently who had to be gay, but couldn't
remember when or who.  He tried to put his memory in gear, then remembered
Jon in the hospital.
     "Rod, have you ever talked to Dr. Barnes at the hospital, I'm sure he
is gay, One of my sons' friends was injured last week and we met him
there." Pete laughed, "I've never had confidence in my 'Gaydar', but it was
pinging all the time he was near.  If I were you, I'd figure out some way
to meet and get to know him."
     "Would I have to get in a wreck, or break a leg to get to him?"
     Pete had pulled out the Johnston telephone book, yellow pages under
doctors.  He said, "Let's see, Rod, Barnes ... Barnes ..., yes, here he
is." Pete read quietly, "Aha, his specialty is genitourinary cases.  That's
perfect, Rod, let him see your "ROD" and go from there.  You know, you
could be having urinary problems or premature ejaculation or painful
balls. Hey, there's all sorts of ailments, like it hurts when you pee."
Pete started laughing, "Actually, Rob, I could take care of most of those
problems myself, you just need a good fuck!"
     Rod blushed deep red, "I like the idea, Pete, but you have a partner."
The man thought it was a good idea, but wasn't about to take on Pete.
"Does it show where his office is, Pete or where he lives maybe, though
they usually don't show that."
     "Yes, Rod, he has an office in the Medical Building next to the
hospital.  All you have to do it call for an appointment, make up something
good, something urgent, like you can't cum!  The least you would probably
come away with is a finger up your ass.  How about that?"
     Rod was laughing along with Pete. "You are nuts, Pete, I'm sure glad
you called me." He stood up to go, "When will Frank be home? I could bring
the drawing back this afternoon."
     "Somewhere around five o'clock today, Rod, I'd appreciate this a lot."
     Rod had been looking at the wall where an framed enlargement of the
family had been hanging just a few days.  "Is this your family, Pete? I see
Frank and you right in the middle, these are all your sons?"
     Pete stood beside Rod, placing an arm and hand around Rod's shoulder,
about the same height.  "This is my oldest son, Ted at 19, these next two
are Tim and Tom, 14, the youngest is Bobby, 11, who is next to his best
friend, Derek Wilson.  Here, next to Ted is his partner, still in high
school but over 18, Brett Morgan."
     "Is that the superintendent's son, I've seen him wrestling for the
school, he's really hot!  Who is this young man over on the right?"
     "Oh, I didn't mean to leave him out. He's another wrestler, Branford
Little. He and Brett are best friends from school and wrestling team.
Brett was 'outed' by an enemy a few weeks ago and has done well.  Since he
was a great wrestler and good guy, the other students have accepted
him. And the wrestling team, led by Branford Little, are behind Brett all
the way.  They'll even wrestle with him." He smiled at Rod, "Now, isn't
that a great story?"
     "Damn, Pete, you aren't old enough to have fathered all these guys."
He gave Pete an unbelieving look, a pat on the bottom, mystified to the
core.
     "No. Ted, Tom, Tim and Bobby are adopted, the others are on loan from
their parents. It's the greatest feeling in the world, Rod, I recommend it
a lot.  Maybe you and the doctor could adopt some, or he might figure out
how one of you could get pregnant."  Pete started laughing and Rod joined
in. "You never know these days, Rod."
     Rod looked at his watch, "Oh, Pete I must get moving, I'll see you two
about 5."
     "That's great, Rod, I'll look forward to it."


* * * * *


     Late that afternoon Frank returned from work and Rod dropped by at the
same time.  They recognized each other, talking about the times they had
met before.  Frank was pleased with the drawing Rod had made, "Those plants
will dress up the Court, Rod.  Great job. I guess you can start any time,
do you want any money up front?. We can easily do it."
     "Good to see you, Frank, and to know you are well set up again, you
deserve the pleasure."
     Pete and Frank begged Rod to stay for supper, when they found out all
their children knew who he was and everyone got along like old friends.
     At one point Pete asked Rod if he called for an appointment with the
doctor yet.
     "Sure, I was examined, he reported nothing too serious." Rod whispered
to Pete, "And we have a date tomorrow night!"
     Pete laughed, "Rod, you sure are fast when you get on the road. I'm
happy for you."


* * * * *



     The whole week after they met, Rod and his boys, Billy and Eric Grant,
worked on the landscaping of the eight cottages and manager's cottage every
day, making great progress. Pete enjoyed watching them, especially Billy
and Eric.  Rod told him the boys were brothers and he soon learned after
they started working for him, that they were partners, too.  They were just
21 and 20, living on their own since they started earning money.  Rod said
they were great kids and now fine young men, hard workers with the
responsibility and determination to finish what they start..
     While they were working, Pete was around them, asking questions,
mostly about their family, whether they had thought about more education as
in college or technical school.
     Billy, the elder, was the most cordial to Pete. They weren't reticent
talking about their family, stressing that they felt they'd had a good
childhood, but Eric had no qualms about explaining they had very little
money. Both Billy and Eric had been working since they were sixteen.  He
also explained both of them had very good grades in school, but, again, no
money.
     "Mr. Johnston, ..."
     Pete interrupted Billy, "Please call me Pete, I'm not that much
older. "
     Billy stumbled over the name, but finally, "Pete, we are wondering why
you are interested in us, is it because you are gay?"
     Pete blushed, "Guys, I have four sons and a son-in-law and I'm
concerned with young people. I will be helping them with advanced
education. I would be pleased to be able to help."
     "You have a son-in-law? You didn't say you have a daughter. How's
that?"  Both young men were stunned.
     "Well, guys, I have a son named Ted who is 19, and he has Brett, 18, a
high school senior, as his partner; ergo, he's my son-in-law."  Pete smiled
at the landscape workers, "Guys, Frank and I are impressed with you two,
and would be available to supply funds to you for advanced education."
Pete hadn't talked with Frank about these boys, but he knew Frank would go
along with him.  "If you are interested, we'll talk more later. Just let me
know."
     Billy and Eric looked at each other, "We think you can count on that,
Pete."
     Pete was still thinking, "How would you guys like to spend a night in
one of our cottages free, would you?"
     The young men traded smiles, "Sure! Tonight?"
     "Okay, come back about 8, we'll talk and you can have Cottage 8, with
all the goodies."
     Eric and Billy jumped up, high fived and yelled, they figured the room
would have some booze they could have.



* * * * *



     The two landscaping men, more like boys, were visiting with Pete and
Frank in the manager's cottage, talking about their future, and possible
further education.
     Billy asked, "If you pay for the schooling, I don't think we could
keep our apartment without working too.  I'm not sure we could do both."
     Frank accepted the question, "Guys, we will take care of the
apartment, and we'll make sure you have enough to live on.  I'll see if Rod
will give you time to work for him, just part time work. In college, you
don't go all day, you can schedule your classes around your work schedule."
He had solved some of their worries, "Also, we'll need people to take care
of our landscaping and the buildings.  That you could work into your class
schedule.  Don't worry, if you want further education, we'll be sure you
aren't starving or sleeping in the streets."
     "Yeah," Pete broke in, "We'll keep track of you and help you when
necessary."  He looked a both men, "We have more than enough money for us,
and we want to help young people where we can.  Is this a go?"
     Billy grabbed Eric's hand, weaving their fingers together, and just
looked into his eyes for a few moments. Both smiled, turned to Pete and
Frank, "We're agreed, we will accept your help and thank you guys very
much.  You've made us very happy."
     Pete and Frank stood up, followed by Billy and Eric. After shaking
hands all around, Pete and Frank put an arm around one of them, "And, guys,
you have made us very happy, too. We'll talk tomorrow about classes and all
that, you two go to Cottage 8, our Love Cottage, enjoy yourselves and we'll
get together tomorrow. Okay?"
     Billy spontaneously hugged Frank and Pete, followed immediately by his
brother, Eric.  They blushed deeply, "Thanks guys, we love you."  They
quickly left the office, running toward Cottage #8.



* * * * *



     A tired couple, Pete and Frank, soon got to bed. Neither felt up to
sex that night so they just cuddled and fell asleep.  A warm body next to
each of them felt almost as good as energetic sex.  So, they nodded
off. All the cottages had been filled that night except #7 and #8 where
Eric and Billy were partying.
     All of a sudden Pete was wakened by a steady, shrill whistle coming
from the office speakers.  He sat up in a daze, finally realizing what the
noise was.
     "Hey, Frank, we gotta get up. Frankie, please wake up."
     Frank slowly rolled over, mumbling, "What is it?"
     "The fire alarm has gone off in one of the cottages. Get up, get some
clothes on and hurry, I'll see what cottage it is."  Hopping on one foot,
trying to get some pants on, Pete hobbled to the office, looking at the
Alarm box.  "Frank, it is Cottage #8, we got to get there fast." He was
breathing hard, almost panicking.
     "Show me where the box is, I can't see it. I didn't even know we had
one."
     "It's up there," Pete was pointing to the shelf above the key
board. "See, the red button is lit up. We got to get there quick."
     It only took a few minutes for them to dress and head for the
cottage. Just as they passed Cottage #1, Ted flew out of the door. "Hey,
Pete, I heard the whistle, what's going on?  Do you need help?"
     Since Ted was standing naked in front of his cottage, Pete hollered,
"Get some clothes on, numb nuts, the fire alarm went off in Cottage #8.
We'll have to see what's happening and maybe save Billy and Eric."


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