Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 11:35:08 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/Cottage-court-03.txt
TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 3
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.
* * * * *
Chapter 3
As Pete and Tim walked outside to their pickup, they saw a
young man drive a hot sport car into the drive. As they backed out, Tim
noticed the man entered a side door of the big house. He told Pete what
had happened.
"I think that must be Amanda's son, Montgomery, wonder where
he's been. From what I've heard, he's no one to fool around with. When I
was talking to the pastor at church, he very politely warned me that the
young man had been in trouble since he was a teen. He didn't explain, but
was serious enough for me to be careful."
Pete took Tim's left hand in his right, their fingers woven
together. "I am so happy, Tim, we'll be getting you straightened around,
now don't cuss, and into school where you need to be. Tim, an uneducated
man has nowhere to go with his life except down. And I don't mean in the
mines. I know you are intelligent, but the book learning is important,
too." He took his eyes off the road, "I love you, son, and just want the
best for you."
Tim crept closer to Pete, wrapped his arms around his chest and
lay his head on Pete's shoulder. "Petey, I love you most of all, I will do
what you say, but I'd like to make some of our decisions. Okay."
"Well, Timmy, of course you can make family decisions, like who
should I vote for, whether we are for world peace and such like that."
Timmy reared back and gave Pete such a wallop on the shoulder.
"Hey, little man, you get much stronger and you will have me
all black and blue. Let's get home."
In the living room that Sunday afternoon Pete and Timmy lay
together on the couch with Pete spooning Tim from behind. He held his
'son' close enough so they felt the loving warmth and soothing feelings
while their bodies melded into one. They both felt sleepy.
"Timmy, I need to talk to you about something."
"Okay."
"It's about hitting someone. Now don't get upset, I know you
were kidding in the truck, but even that can lead to the wrong way to
express your feelings. You know what I'm talking about."
Tim took Pete's arm and pulled it across his chest as Pete's
hand warmed his immature pec. "I'm not sure, Petey, tell me." Tim pulled
Pete's hand toward his own face and kissed his 'dad's' hand. A surge of
love filled other their hearts, warming them from the inside, bringing
their love bond to a welded devotion to each other.
"Honey, the worse possible way to solve a problem is to hit the
other guy. Hitting someone doesn't solve anything. He will hit back and
the fight starts. One of the two could be seriously hurt, or both. Now, I
know you hit me sort of as a joke, releasing your exasperation in a milder
way."
Timmy moved Pete's hand lower to his stomach. "I think I see
what you mean. Maybe if I did that to a friend who didn't understand why I
did it, he might hit back and we'd be battling. Right?"
"That's right, Tim, that's what I meant. Talking is a much
better way to solve it."
Tim turned over on his left side, facing his 'dad'. He kissed
Pete on the lips, seriously. "Would kissing be another way, Pete?" He
started to giggle while he cuddled close to Pete.
One hand around Tim's back and one around his butt Pete pulled
him closer. "Yes, hon, that's a way, but you will have to be very, very
careful whom you kiss."
Pete kissed the top of Tim's head, caressing the fine, dark
hair on his head. "We've never talked about it, Tim, I've been waiting
until I felt we had to. If you don't want to tell me, it's okay, but I
think I need to know. Are you gay, and if you think you are how do you
know?"
"You know, that's why my Dad kicked me out, I was sucking off
one of my friends in the garage. Yes, Pete, I know I am, that's all I
thought about in school, who else is gay and would be willing to do stuff
with me, you know, like .... "
Pete interrupted, "I don't need to know all that. Although I
am not publicly gay, and need to keep it a secret, but to you, I am gay. I
love you Timmy, but .... but I am not in love with you. You are too young
to be doing stuff with me." He laughed, "I know we've felt each other's
hard ons and seen them too, but that's just living together. We shouldn't
be having sex with each other. What we are doing right now, holding each
other in a tight embrace. I believe our action is just father and son,
loving each because of that relationship. Some fathers could go their whole
lives without hugging their sons, a sad mistake, I think. He pulled Tim
tighter against himself. "Does that make sense to you? Am I making any
sense at all?"
Tim smiled thoughtfully to Pete, "Yes, I know what you mean."
He looked at his hands. "Petey, with all my heart I'd give anything to
have sex with you. Make love to you, I mean. I love you so much." He
looked up into Pete's eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Yep, little man, my loving man, that's the way it has to
be. We can love each other, deeply and sincerely without physical love.
Someday, maybe soon, maybe later, you will love another boy about your age
and he will want to love you too. Then you can start thinking about sex."
Pete, laughed, "Timmy, my dear boy, I never thought I'd have a son to give
the sex talk to, but I can't tell you how pleased I am to have one and do
the talk."
"I have just a few rules I hope you will follow. If and when
you find a boy to love, the very first action you need to take is to bring
him here and let me meet him." He smiled, "You don't have to tell me
exactly why, but when I'm shaking hands with him, you are to give me a big
wink and a smile. Then I will know you are in love." He patted Tim's butt,
"And this piece of your anatomy I will thrash if you don't do it. Got it?
No sex unless I approve."
Tim reached behind Pete and was patting his butt. "And, Petey,
I will whack this part of you if you embarrass me in front of my
boyfriend. Got it?"
They kissed each other's lips in agreement.
At that moment the phone rang in the office. Pete got up and
noticed he had to rearrange his package. He knew Tim was watching and he
blushed and said, "I love you too, Timmy."
"Hello, Johnston Motor Court, Pete Johnston speaking."
"Hello, is that you .... you ... ah .. Petey?" The phone was
silent.
"Ted, is that you? What's the matter?"
"Oh, Petey," Ted said, then started crying, "Petey we need
you." and he couldn't talk again. Pete never ever expected to hear Ted
crying, the big macho man of 18.
"Teddy, it's me, just take your time and tell me what's
wrong. Can you?"
A sad, wistful voice could barely form the words.
"Petey, Dad was killed last week in a road accident. He ... I
.... we"
Pete broke in, "I'm so sorry, Ted, are all the boys all right?"
Pete could just see Ted nodding his head 'yes', "We're okay,
Pete, Mom is staying with her sister in Des Moines. Our aunt couldn't take
all of us, so we're staying in the house. But we'll have to get out soon.
Maybe you didn't know Dad was a tenant farmer, we didn't own the property."
"Did you have a funeral, Ted?"
"No, Dad wanted to be cremated, he didn't have any place to be
buried. The minister had a service for us, but no burial." Ted broke down
again, crying uncontrollably.
Then Pete heard Tom on the phone, "Oh, Petey, please, please
can we stay with you? We have no where to go. In a few days we won't have a
place to stay at all."
"Okay, Tommy, do you have a car to use?"
"Yes, Dad was driving the pickup when he was ..... ah .... hit.
They got the guy what did it, but he'll never be convicted. Son of the
mayor of the city."
"Let me talk to Ted again, please, I'm so sorry, Tommy."
"I'm back, Pete. I'll try not to cry more. Yes, we have a car,
but no money."
"Okay, Ted, listen to me. I'm going to send you a thousand
dollars and you'll have to pick the money up at the Post Office. Whatever
you don't use, we'll use here at the motel. But I want you to spend as you
need to, tolls, food, rest stops, maybe a motel if you need one. If you
need to rent a trailer to bring all your stuff, then do it. The money will
be addressed to you, Ted, and your driver's license will do for
identification. You pick it up where I got the money when I left,
remember? Okay?"
"Oh, thanks, Petey, we knew you could save us." Pete heard the
phone being torn from Ted's hand, "Hi, Petey, it's Bobby, and we'll be with
you in a couple days, maybe three. Please wait for us." He gulped and
sighed, then sobbed into the phone,
Pete could hear all three boys crying, sobbing, making a lot of
noise. They probably hadn't broken down together before, but were making up
for it then.
Pete yelled on the phone, "Ted, Ted, get on the phone. Ted get
on the phone." He started to yell again but heard Ted's voice.
"Yes, Pete. I'm listening."
"You better write all this down, can you Ted?"
"Wait till I blow my nose and wipe my eyes, just a second."
Pete heard an 18-year old boy blow his nose with an enormous honk. "I'm
back."
"All right, Ted. First, I want to tell you how to get
here. When you leave, take Route 14 straight north to Interstate 80 and go
east. Stay on I-80 until you get into Indiana, near Gary. That means you
are crossing half of Iowa, all of Illinois, then a bit of Indiana. When
you get close to Gary, watch for Interstate 65 and go south on that for
maybe 10 miles where U.S. Route 30 crosses I-65. Get on Route 30 and go
east toward Ohio. When you get to Ohio, ten miles more will take you to
Johnston City, Ohio where the Motel is on the right side of the road on the
west side of town. If you still have that postcard I sent with a picture of
motel on it, you will know it when you see it. It is called Johnston City
Motor Court. Did you get all that, Ted? Read it back to me, please."
Ted had the directions perfect and Pete knew he could do the
trip all right.
"Okay, boys, pick up the money in the afternoon, I can't send
it until tomorrow. You'll be here by Tuesday or Wednesday. Please don't
rush, I know you want to get here, but I want you here safe and sound. Got
me?"
Fortunately the boys were off their crying binge and seemed
eager to get there.
"Okay, bring anything you want to keep, I have plenty of room,
eight cottages. Anything else? I love you guys, so get here safely and
everybody in one piece."
Ted bravely promised, "We'll be there, Petey, and you are going
to get a lot of hugs when we do. Love you." The other two boys shouted
'Love you' after Ted and 'See you'.
Pete hadn't realized that Tim was hugging him tightly nor did
he realize that he'd been crying along with the Stone boys. Tim handed him
a napkin to wipe his face.
"What's the problem, Pete?
Pete smiled at Tim and gave him a kiss on the lips. "We're
going to have some company, Tim. Remember the family I told you about
before I came here?" Tim nodded, "Well, the father was killed in a car
accident and the boys' mother left to stay with her sister. That means she
left the boys to rot, no money, no place to live. Their father was a
wonderful man, I loved him and the boys, too." He looked at Tim, "Now don't
get jealous, Timmy, I've loved you the best and the longest and still the
most."
Pete thought and said, "Hey, I do have pictures of them you
might like to see." Pete plowed through the mess on his desk to find the
envelope the boys had put in his suitcase.
"Ah, here they are." He remembered what type of pictures they
were, "Hon, I didn't see these pics before I got here, they hid them in my
suitcase. So, just look at the faces, would you please."
"Here is Ted, he's 18, this is Tom, he's 14 just like you, and
the youngest is Bobby, he's 10." Pete waited while Tim looked at the
pictures, studying them closely.
Finally he spoke, "Jeez, Pete, all of them are really hung,
aren't they." He grinned, "I think I like Tom the best, but Ted has the
biggest prick." He looked at Bobby's photo again, "Even the kid has a
pretty good size dick." Tim looked Pete in the eyes, "They all look like
real neat guys. I'm sure we will all get along."
"Hah," Pete laughed disbelieving Tim, "you didn't look at
anything but their dicks. Right?"
Tim just grinned and blushed while he shook his head 'no'.
* * * * *
Later that evening Pete and Tim started to check out all the
cottages, one by one, to find out which needed the most work.
"Tim, I haven't decided what I will do with the boys, where to
put them. Oh, and remind be to call Lowes to have a chest freezer
delivered. With all you four boys the food will disappear faster than a
snow ball in summer."
He noticed that Tim seemed sad, and almost hostile. Pete
decided he had to do something in a hurry. "Tim, lets close up all the
cottages, get something to drink and go to bed. Okay?"
Tim said, "Okay," but Pete knew he wasn't happy.
Fortunately Pete had been able to fix the front door of the
Manager's cottage so they could lock up tight. They sat together at the
table to have a can of pop and some chips. Pete felt so bad to see Tim's
eyes so dull and limpid. He was sitting next to Tim and put his arm around
the boy's shoulder.
"Tim, I know this is a blow to you, you expected to have me to
yourself, no one else."
By the time he finished saying that, Tim had dripping tears
running down his face.
Pete pushed his chair back, "Come here, Timmy, please." He
held out his arms for Tim to feel welcomed. When Tim half way stood up,
Pete enfolded him in his arms and placed him on his lap. He pulled Tim
against himself, kissed him and said, "I love you, Timmy, I need you with
me, I'd be lost without you." He felt Tim's arm slide around his back and
hold him, too. "Always remember, Timmy, you are my son and that will never
change. Okay?"
Tim pushed his body against Pete, hard, desperate, even
trembling. "Oh, Dad, I was so afraid because you'd have the boys you used
to love with you. Please don't stop loving me!"
"Oh, my dear son, I will never stop loving you." He put his
cheek against Timmy's, "Do you understand what I'm saying to you? I love
you and will never leave you. I'm yours forever."
"Dad, that makes me feel so good. I was afraid I'd lose you."
Tim started crying again.
Pete held Tim's face in both his palms, turning the boy's cute
features to him. He kissed Tim's eyes, then covered his face with more
kisses, wiping his tears from his face with his thumbs.
"I'll make you another promise. You, and just you, can sleep
with me all the time, in my bed until you decide differently. The Stone
boys will sleep in the cottages, maybe all together, maybe not. But, my
bed is reserved for you. And we can start that tonight. Tomorrow we can
bring all your stuff into our cottage, the office cottage. Would that be
okay?"
Tim started to stand up quickly and accidentally forced one
knee right into Pete's crotch.
"Oh, oh, Timmy," he groaned, "you've done me an injury, I
think."
"I'm sorry, Dad, what did I do? Let me see, I'll be glad to
kiss everything and make it better", he smiled a sneaky look, his mouth sad
but his eyes were smiling, glistening and bright. Tim got all the way up,
pulled up Pete's t-shirt and began to undo Pete's pants.
"Whoa, there, where do you think you're going?" Tim played the
innocent but with a shifty look, "Gee, Dad, I was just trying to help," he
wheedled, "maybe I could see better than you?"
Pete decided to play into his subterfuge, "Okay, son, go ahead
and pull them down." His nuts had stopped hurting by that time and the pain
had softened his prick. He thought, 'It won't hurt him at all, we've often
seen each other's goods close up.'
Pete's pants and boxers dropped to the floor, Pete shivered
when he felt Tim's small hands on his precious goods. He lifted the cock,
moved it to one side, lightly fingering his balls and scrotum. "Hey," he
said brightly, "I don't see any bruises, Dad," he laughed, "but Pete junior
is growing up."
"Out of there, you scamp, get your hands off our family
jewels. Scram. Go get your sleep shorts on and we'll sleep together." Pete
was laughing quietly, shaking his head at his son, who has turned out to be
a real charmer.
* * * * *
In bed with only the side light lit, Pete and Tim lay together,
stretched out on the bed, pillows arranged to their liking, neither was
asleep. Tim's right hand held Pete's left hand, weaving their fingers
together in a mesh.
"Dad, could I slip your shorts down to see if everything is all
right?" Tim was trying desperately not to smile, but to show his serious
request to help his dad.
Pete couldn't help smiling at him, but finally raised his butt
off the bed, "Go ahead."
The boy was excited that his deception worked. He went through
the same routine as before, lifting the penis to the side, then pulling up
the scrotum into the light.
"Looks all right to me, Dad." He seemed disappointed, but had
an idea. "Say, Dad, I won't be able to do this again, I'm sure. Could I
sort of examine you, you know, just kind of look around, here and there."
Again Pete smiled at Tim, "I guess you know this will be the
last time, so go ahead to examine your Dad this time. You know I love you,
I'd have to let you do this." Pete knew they were getting into dangerous
territory, but he rationalized that Tim had hardly seen him naked, not like
a real son could have.
Tim's fingers weren't large, but they were sensitive. He
started with Pete's shoulders, his arms and underarms, playing with the
dark hair he found. He sniffed under both arms. Pete was having trouble
not shaking or shivering, he was ticklish in many spots that Tim touched.
By the time Tim had played with his nipples, poked in his
bellybutton, pulled his pubes a little, felt the hair on his legs down and
up to the crotch.
Tim scrambled on his knees so he could whisper into Pete's
ear. "Hey, Dad, hey Dad, he's standing up. Could I investigate him, Dad, oh
please, please, I'll be careful, I won't hurt him. Okay?
Pete sighed and raised his head, "Son, this is your last chance
so I guess you can do it. Just be careful." Pete had gone that far for
Tim, he might as well let him continue.
Tim had his nose against Pete's hardon, sniffing again, before
Pete had finished talking. Then his fingers came into play. He wasn't
holding tight to the woodie, just lightly touching here and there up and
down the shaft. When his fingers were feeling the head, Pete was beginning
to get a little worried. He was really getting exciting and aroused. He
thought he could let Tim go on for a little while.
Tim was touching softly under the tip of the head with one hand
and around the glans with the other one. Tim still had his nose against
the shaft at that point.
Suddenly Pete knew for sure he had let Tim go too far.
"Oh, Timmy, look out, I'm going to shoot, oh, oh stop
tickling. Oh shit, it's too late."
His cock spouted stream after stream of white, clotted liquid
onto his chest, stomach and into his pubes over Tim's fingers. Pete was
groaning, coming down from his erotic high, not really thinking yet.
He started to sit up and saw Tim licking his fingers.
"Hey, Dad, yours tastes better than mine, it's great." Before
he could react, Tim was then licking the head, swollen, red and purple.
Tim jumped up and landed on top of Pete's body, holding on tight.
Pete gave up the fight, put his hands on Tim, holding him
against his body. Pete was lightly moving his hands on Tim's back and
butt. He spoke softly, "Timmy, you mean you have tasted your own sperm?"
Tim ignored Pete's question. "I guess you will have to taste
mine, Petey, since I've tasted yours."
Pete started to say absolutely not, but he did wonder what his
son tasted like.
"Okay, Timmy, I'm not touching you, but you can jerk off on my
chest and I'll try that."
"Wait a minute, Dad, I'll get a washcloth to clean you up." He
did a good job.
The young boy, getting bolder by the second, knelt over Pete's
abdomen, holding his solid five incher. Pete didn't touch his son, not
wanting to cause the boy's emotions to wrongly raise his expectations from
his father or toward his father. He watched Tim's handling of his cock,
his ways of arousing himself, thinking, 'he's a man already at 14.'
Tim quickly splooged onto Pete's chest, right between his pecs,
in the sparse dark hair. He then fell exhausted on his Dad's body. Pete
licked his fingers which had been in the sperm pool on his chest, Tim's
sperm.
When Tim could get his breath, he breathed, "Daddy." Pete
noted the more immature use of that word. Dad is more for grownups, Daddy
for those yet to grow up. Tim used it to take himself out of the situation
where he masturbated on his Dad's chest, a definitely grownup act. Now Tim
just wanted to be with his Daddy, hooking his thoughts back a few years.
"Daddy?"
"What, Timmy?"
"Could we ..... please, may we sleep in our skin, tonight?
Please? This is could be the last time." Tim felt an urge to be closer to
Dad, or Daddy this time.
Pete smiled at his son, tousled his hair, "Son, I've now tasted
yours and if we are going to sleep naked together, we need the washcloth.
By the way, you taste delicious, just like I thought you would."
After Tim washed both of them, they lay side by side, some bits
on top and some underneath, nestling into the other to feel freely joined
one naked body to the other. They slept quietly, in reflected light from
the tall safety lights of the Motor Court, holding themselves in love and
respect.
* * * * *
The new chest freezer was installed in one corner of the
office, not much room anywhere else in the cottage. Pete and Tim made a
few trips to different grocery stores for all the specials they could find,
filling the freezer almost to capacity.
The two men had expected the Stone boys on Tuesday but found
out the boys had to stay in a motel while a tire was fixed. The car didn't
have a spare and had to be towed to the service station. The probable
arrival time would be noon on Wednesday if everything else went well. Ted
had called Pete about their trouble.
Pete wished he could have sent them a cell phone in case of
problems on the trip. Every cottage had been cleaned within an inch of
it's life, all ready for their company to arrive. Right at noon, an old
battered white Chevrolet convertible pulled into the motel parking lot,
stopped with a screech and disgorged three tired, hungry young men.
"Oh, Petey, we're here. We want to hold you again, please?"
They mobbed Pete with their bodies, arms and hands. He disappeared from
view surrounded by the boys.
When they relaxed a bit and let go of Pete who introduced them
to another brother.
"Boys, I want you to meet my foster son, Tim, as of Monday. His
father kicked him out of the house telling him not to come back. We just
got it worked out. This is Ted, Tim, and here's Tom, Tim and last but not
least, this is Bobby. They the Stones." He joked, "No not the Rolling
ones."
The boys said 'hi' to each other, bumping fists as was de
rigueur those days.
"Oh, Petey," Ted started, "Thank you so much for the money, I
have the change here in my pocket." He started to work his hands in the
tight pockets.
"Ted, don't give any back. You guys are going to need money to
get started here in Johnston. I don't need the money and you do, so you
make sure Tom and Bobby have some walkin' around cash. Will you do that?"
Ted nodded his head, then his face screwed up and he grabbed
Pete and started sobbing as if he were completely worn and despondent.
Pete held him and the other two boys in the parking lot.
Pete made a decision, "Tim, would you lead the boys into the
bedroom. I'll bring Ted with me."
Pete held Ted as hard as he could, "Teddy, you have been a
great man, you had brought your brothers here to me, and that was a big
job. You deserve a time to mourn and recover your balance. I am so proud
of you, man, you are a loving brother, strong and you should be proud of
yourself." He kissed Ted on his forehead, caressing his back with both
hands. "You did a great job, Teddy. I love you.
"Pete, I have something to tell you that my brothers shouldn't
know, at least 'til later." He struggled to maintain he poise, "Dad told me
a couple weeks ago, that his 'wife' wasn't our mother. Our mother ran away
after Bobby was born, just disappeared. The 'wife' and 'mother' we knew,
was just a housekeeper. That's why she just took off and left us."
"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry you had to learn that. You're right, don't
tell the boys." He hugged Ted harder, feeling so sympathetic to their
circumstances. "Come on, Teddy, let's go in the cottage and find the
others. I want us to have an all-out hugging party. Pete pulled Ted along
gently, though the boy was almost in a trance, his emotions had been
stretched to the limit.
Pete pulled Ted into the bedroom and laid on the bed with him,
still hugging fiercely. Pete was holding Ted to help restore his spirit.
Then he saw Tim. Tom and Bobby holding up the wall, two of them shedding
tears quietly.
"Tom, you come here on this side and hold me, and Bobby I want
you right here," he patted his chest and held out his hands..Bobby
immediately flopped on top of Pete and rested his head on Pete's chest,
venting his fears and alarm, still hurting though they made it to their
Petey.
Pete looked up to see Tim looking very sad and left
out. "Timmy, will you please lay down behind Tommy, include him in our
hug. Okay?"
Tim brightened, pleased to be able to push his body against
Tom's back. He actually loved it, remembering Tom's picture he'd seen two
days before. But, for the moment, he wasn't thinking of being close to Tom
other than being in the Big Hug.
Pete spoke softly to the boys, "I am so proud of you guys, and
love you so much. I think sometimes I must by a psychic, I knew we would be
together again, not where or when, but felt it in my bones that we would."
Bobby tittered, "Which bone, Petey?"
"Leave it to Bobby to go from the sublime to the ridiculous,"
Ted laughed. "Pete, if we get down, he comes up with something so stupid we
have to laugh." He still felt the pain, "This time he did a real good
job. Bobby you are the greatest and we all love you. I bet Timmy loves you
already. Right, Tim."
"You got it, Teddy, I love him, too" All the boys had their
hands on Bobby, caressing him and patting his butt, so bubbly and pert.
"But guys, I'm not done hugging," Ted continued, "Please stay
with me and Pete."
The whole gang had their eyes closed, their minds on each
other, filled with sympathy and love, using the hug to merge from one to
another in the depths of their devotion.
After a few more minutes had passed, Peter decided to speak to
them and to God,
"Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing our sons and
brothers to us, for giving us a place to live together and the ability to
help us to love each other. Also, we pray for the soul of Jacob Stone, we
believe he is with you in Heaven where good men and fathers like him should
be. Please see that he is well rewarded for his wonderful life on earth
and with you. Amen."
Four soft 'Amens' sounded from the throats of Pete's foster
son, and his new 'sons', a fitting climax to their Giant Hug. The boys
gradually withdrew from the pile of human males of the pack of Johnstons,
Kenton's and Stones. One after the other they did part, but still seemed
reluctant to relinquish their touching and feeling and loving of their
physical selves.
"Okay, guys," Pete gathered them vocally, "we prepared the
lunch this morning so all we have to do is sit down at the table." Pete
and Tim had scrounged more table chairs from the Salvation Army furniture
store, lucky to have found just the kind they wanted. "The dining area
will be a little crowded, but Pete and Tim wanted everybody to eat
together, in their house."
Tim had set the table with cloths and glasses and
silverware. "Guys," Tim said eagerly, "you need to pick your pop from the
fridge. We didn't know what you liked, so we got a variety. Please tell
Dad or me what you want and we'll get it." He patted their backs as they
passed to find their pop.
Bobby looked at Tom, who looked at Ted and all three were
crying again.
Pete looked at them, wondering the problem was. He started to
ask, but was cut off.
Bobby and Tom nodded to Ted, miming the words 'you ask him.'
Ted put his arm around Pete's shoulders, hold him firmly. "The
guys want me to ask you something and if you don't want it, okay, but we
would all like to call you 'Dad'."
Pete was stunned, he hadn't expected that, oh, maybe some day,
but not right away.
The boys were worrying since he was hesitating, they wanted it
so bad.
Finally, Pete raised his arms and embraced the new boys, "Of
course you can call me Dad, maybe not everywhere, but certainly any time at
home. Will that do?"
"Yea for Dad, he's the greatest." All were jumping and
high-fiving, hugging and
Dad was awarded the accolade by all four of his boys, the big
Kisser Dad as they all traded kisses including Tim. Each boy kissed each
other boy on the lips, smacking going on all around. Finally, it ended up
that they made a melee out of their kissing spree and got to laughing so
hard. The kids started kissing noses, ears and chins, cheeks, then started
working their way down the body they were facing.
"Whoa, my sons, I think we better stop now. That's far
enough."
Ted finally put Bobby up on a chair so they didn't have to
kneel or bow down. He loved it.
"Let's eat, sons, it's time, almost one o'clock." Tim brought
out the ham sandwiches, chips and pickles, carrots and celery for some
nutrition. The gang dug in. Fortunately they had made extra because the
first round went fast.
While they were eating, Pete said he hoped that the Rock, the
Stone and the Pebble would help with the food buying, and the food
planning. "It is too much for one person. I'm not a great cook, but I can
cook stuff you might like. And, I believe we must have nutritious food
with plenty of vitamins and minerals, plus some vegetables and fruit. I
think that is most important. Now I'm not going to require that at
breakfast, but a little at lunch and especially supper time.
"I'm going to say something else. All my sons will live here at
the motel. Each in a separate cottage," loud no's filled the air, "or in
two cottages. My first son, Tim, here has been living with me in this
building. But, it is his choice too, whether with me or with one of you
sharing a cottage."
Bobby challenged, "Dad, do you mind what we do in our rooms?"
He was teasing in a way, but also daring to bring up a tricky question.
"Good point, Bobby." Pete responded quickly, "I certainly do
care what you do in your rooms. If I invade your privacy, I'm sorry but I
have to. Tim is my foster child and is my responsibility and I have a duty
and right to monitor his behavior. I love him just as I love you three,
and I don't want to be an ogre about it."
"Shrek, Shrek, he's an ogre," Bobby yelled, "He's for me!"
Everyone laughed, especially Bobby.
"I think you understand where I'm going Keeping your cottages
clean and neat always so I don't have to wade through clothes and shoes
piled on the floor. Have respect for each other's clothing and belongings,
keeping your things in drawers and closets. All the cottages have at least
two chests of drawers, plus a closet to hang other articles."
"We have lots to talk about, guys, lets save that until we have
dessert. Stay seated and I'll get it for you," Pete cautioned, having
trouble looking at any of them without thinking of sex, of what they looked
like underneath the clothes. He knew, having looked at the pictures a lot.
Pete had gotten a big round cake from the store. Before he took
it out, he used a bag of icing to write on the top. He wrote, 'Welcome My
Sons", took the cake and plates to the table. When he set it down, the
boys noticed it, jumped up and somehow the four of them grabbed a part of
Pete and kissed him, hugging all the while.
"Tim, as my first born, would you cut the cake, putting a piece
on each of five plates. Would you do that?"
Tim was thrilled, to be the firstborn and to cut the cake. He
had seen Pete buy the cake, but didn't know why he did it. With a fine
self-satisfied smirk on his face, he finished his job and passed each one
to each family member.
While the gang was downing the cake, Pete walked to the
kitchen. He collected the bottle of red wine that he'd found in the
refrigerator when he first stepped in the office. It had been kept cold,
lying on it's side, so he reckoned it would taste good. At least he hoped
so.
Carrying the bottle and five glasses to the table, he
announced, "Gentlemen, I am about to propose a toast and you need a little
bit of wine to do that. I hardly ever drink, but on certain occasions like
this I do. And there isn't going to be any occasion more special to me, and
maybe to you."
While the boys finished their cake, Pete put a small amount in
each glass.
"Members of this family, please stand, raise your glass and
listen." Pete tried to settle his emotions so he could talk, "My sons, a
week ago I didn't have any sons, and today I am surrounded by four of the
most handsome, brilliant and wonderfully human sons whom I love and to whom
I'm devoted. I love each and every one. I will be a strong dad, I hope,
and there will be rules which I hope you will respect. If I seem unfair,
you will tell me. I may agree or not, but you will have to go by my
decision. I hope you will accept it. My sons, Tim, Ted, Tom and of course
Bobby, we will live together, work together and love each other. Let's this
be a family to be reckoned with. Right? Then let's drink to that."
All five lifted their glass to their lips and drank. Only Bobby
complained with a very loud 'Ugh, that's terrible.' Tom and Tim had never
tasted wine yet smiled at each other, throwing Cupid's darts deep between
those loving eyes. Pete noticed their glances and decided they had a
romance going on in Cottage #2, already, a tryst that he would definitely
approve of. They were lovely boys of a similar temperaments, unselfish,
kind, warm hearted and loving. That he knew about Tom, for sure.
Pete soon released the boys to get their belongings put into
the cottage. He asked Tim to wait a minute. They sat on the couch in the
living room for a while.
"Timmy, you know I love you, and you are my son. You are my
foster son, but I'm also hoping that you will agree to having me adopt you.
Would you?" He waited for Tim to decide.
"By the way, Timmy, you are free to stay with Tom, if that is
what you want. You haven't brought him to me yet, but I know love when I
see it." Pete was near tears, worrying what was taking Tim so long, when
the young man forced him down on the couch and lay on top.
Then he knew Tim was sobbing, shaking his body and breathing in
gasps and gulps.
"Oh, Petey, that's what I want more than anything in the
world." He raised up, tears running down his cheeks, "I was afraid my
father or mother wouldn't let you adopt me. But then I knew you could do
anything and tell them to go to Hell."
"I think with Mrs. Warren's help, it could be arranged. Hey, I
just thought of even better, if I could adopt Tom and Bobby. I don't know
about Ted, he is an adult already, but I'll try." He kissed Timmy, his son,
who returned it in spades, hugging until Pete had to beg to be allow to
breath.
"Dad, you have made me so happy, and I love you so much I hurt,
my heart is full."
The rest of the boys had finished unloading their goods and
piled into the living room.
Ted growled, "What's going on here? Something going on we
don't know about?"
A few yeah's followed from Tom and Bobby.
Timmy sat up and they saw tears on his face, but a huge smile
on his mouth
"Guess what? Dad is going to adopt me, so I can be his real
son. Isn't that sweet?"
What followed might have seemed like a riot, but it was just a
pile up on the couch with Pete and Tim on the bottom, being squeezed but
also being loved and thrilled by the boys' response.
Pete finally could sit up, gathered all his sons around him.
"I probably shouldn't talk about this before I know more, but
to all the Stones, my greatest wish would be to adopt you all. That all
depends on you boys, and whether it can be arranged. What do you say?"
The Yeses came in three types of voices, one bass, one baritone
and one boy soprano. Pete couldn't stop the tears from dropping, but
gathered four boys in his arms. "My sons, you couldn't have made me happier
than I am right now. I love you all as sons, as the most wonderful boys in
the world, and as my dearest, closest kindred, maybe not by blood, but by
hearts and bodies and souls. I would like a kiss and hug from each young
man if you wouldn't mind."
One by one, in order of age, they came, Ted first hugging Pete
and kissing him wildly, passionately and loving. Then came Tom, doing the
same as Ted, and finally Bobby. Pete picked Bobby up in his arms, holding
him firmly and responding to the boy's love. Bobby didn't want to leave
his Dad, but Pete finally got him to stand on his own. The boy still held
Pete around his waist, pressing his head on his chest.
Pete sat down again, this time with Bobby, still sniffing, on
his lap, the others in chairs around the room.
"My sons, I hope we can pull that off. Oh, before I forget,
Ted, did you bring any of your father's papers with you, like title to the
car and birth certificates?"
"Yes, Dad, I put them in a box and .... where did I put them
guys?" He looked at them, eyebrows raised, a little miffed that he
couldn't remember. He suddenly exploded, "Aha, I do remember, they are
under the driver's seat. I'll get them." Ted ran out to their car, found
the box, and returned, "Here, Dad, see what we got. I just grabbed all the
papers in his desk."
Pete riffled through the mass of papers. "I think this will do,
Ted, do you have your diploma from high school?"
"Oh, yes," he was excited, "I kept that in my suitcase. And I
have report cards for Tom and Bobby."
"That's great," Pete felt so pleased, "School starts next
Wednesday and we will have to register Tom and Bobby. I'll make an
appointment with the Superintendent of Schools and get you guys set
up. They will be able to call the Knoxville City Schools to get your
records. Since they can just fax them, shouldn't take too long.
"Now, before I make any decisions here, I would appreciate it
if you boys will tell me of your physical condition, what's wrong and
right, any dental problems, or bones or feet? Are any of you taking
medications?"
"Pete, Bobby is asthmatic and has his pills and inhaler here,
but will need refills soon. Tom is fine, just needs happy pills once in a
while."
"Happy pills?" Pete looked at Ted, worried about that.
Ted laughed, "Don't worry, Dad, it is just his vitamins. The
chewable kind."
Pete laughed, "I should have known." He asked the Stone boys,
"Do you remember when I checked your teeth on the farm? I still have the
little mirror and will check them again. I don't have a doctor or dentist
here, but will soon." He stood, walked around and thought he better settle
who would room with whom.
"Would you all tell me how you have divided your cottages? Who
is in each one?"
Ted spoke as the eldest and 'the Man'. "Bobby and I are in
Cottage #1, and Tom and, I guess, Tim are in Cottage #2. Is that right,
boys?"
Tom and Tim looked at Ted, Tim spoke, "If it is all right with
Dad, I'll sleep with Tom in number 2 and live in there." They both turned
to Pete.
"Tim and Tom, it is fine with me, but we'll have to get into
some rules. Let's take a break for pop and snacks, it's almost 3
o'clock. Tim, you help them find the snacks."
* * * * *
After the evening meal at the motel, the four boys settled in
their cottages, setting them up, putting clothing away and finding their
own space. Ted had partially raised Bobby after their mother took off.
Tom was still too small to realize what had happened, but helped Ted with
Bobby sometimes.
"Bobby, which bed would you like to sleep in?"
"Yours."
"Not the correct answer. We both need to have our own beds, to
sleep well and comfortably. These are only double beds, not very wide, and
you remember, buddy, you go to bed early and I don't. When you grow older,
then you can stay up later."
"Okay, Teddie, I'll take this bed, pointing to the one closest
to the bathroom." He continued, smiling sneakily, "Anyway, you probably
want to jerk off, right?"
Ted laughed, "You little sneak, you probably want to watch.
Well, not any more. Dad wouldn't like it, I know.
His kids spread out around the Motel grounds, under the huge
oaks and maples surrounding the motel cottages and Pete's cottage. He
asked Tim if he was ready to bring his love to him? Tim blushed and nodded
'yes'.
Pete was working in the office when they came in to see him. He
couldn't help smiling at the two very serious young men, making a big
decision for their age.
"Dad," Tim proudly said, "This is Tom Stone. I brought him in
for you to meet him."
Pete noticed that Tom had to take his right hand out of Tim's
left, but he shook the hand when offered. "Tom, did Tim tell you what this
meeting means?"
Tom blushed redder than Tim, but he nodded. "Yes sir, ah
.... Dad, I know it means that he loves me and I love him and we are a
couple." He smiled at Tim and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Okay, guys, follow me." He led them into his bedroom, where
they sat on the big bed.
"That was pretty fast, guys, are you sure, positive?" Both
nodded energetically with smiles.
"Tim and Tom, I am very pleased that you are together, but
there are a few cautions I have to share." He took the right hand on both
boys in his own, then put the two right hands together where they gripped
each others. "I'm not going to go into a big sex talk, I know you each have
had some sexual experiences, mutual masturbation and some sucking. I think
both are fine for you, but I don't want you to go further before we talk
again. Since you are the same age, what you do is okay, but I referring to
anal love. Do you two know what I'm talking about?"
Again, the blushes bloom on their faces. "Can you tell me what
it is? I'm betting now that Tom knows exactly what it is. Right, Tom?"
"Yes, Dad, we did that in Iowa, but not much. Ted did put his
dick in my ass, but it hurt too much so we didn't do that again."
"Okay, Tom, good, and Tim," Pete looked at him, "I don't
suppose you got to that before you ran away, right?"
Tim was really embarrassed, he was afraid. "Dad, I'm afraid to
say what happened. I'm still scared of my father."
"You mean your father tried to rape you?"
"He tried but I screamed so loud that my brother came in the
bedroom. He saved me." More tears came, "But I know how he did it. I
didn't want him to." Tim was seriously ashamed.
"How was that, Timmy? It's okay, we'll keep him away from you."
Pete pulled both boys into his arms, one on either side holding them
firmly.
"Well, my father left and took Jake into the other bedroom.
After a little bit, I heard Jake screaming just like I did, I guessed that
he was fucking Jake. I went to the door, but my father had locked it."
Tim was crying by them, "Oh Dad, it was horrible, Jake moaned for quite a
while. When our father left, I went in to try to console Jake. I loved
him and he got hurt because he had saved me." Pete put Tim on his lap,
brushed his hair from his eyes, keeping him in an embrace of caring, and
sympathy. Tom was holding Tim's hands, and he was crying too.
"I'm so sorry for you, Tim, having to live through that, and
Tom, you are lucky you came from a loving family. Tim, your father should
be in jail for that, it's horrible to force yourself upon someone younger
or weaker.
"I mainly want you to wait, at least four or five years, even
though you think you should do it. And, guys, please tell me if you are
even just thinking about it. Anal intercourse can be a wonderful way to
express your love, but both must agree and be well prepared. That's what
we will do when you come to me." He kissed both boys, "I love you both and
don't want to see you hurt, especially that way. If you feel you just have
to penetrate each other anally, please let me help. I know it's a private
thing, but I can make a difference with your success for a wonderful
loving. Any questions, please ask me. Now tell me you love me and get out
for some exercise."
"Love you, Dad," doubled, and they raced out. Ted and Bobby
were waiting to play a little four man football. Pete watched his four
sons set up the game, feeling the warmth in his heart from these loving
sons. He knew his life would never be the same, he was thoroughly pleased
with that. In the last 14 years the Stones farm was the only place he
worked where he was thrilled to get to start working, the only situation
where someone loved him and told him they did.
* * * * *
Harry Morgan, Superintendent of the Johnson City Schools,
welcomed Pete, Tom and Bobby, had them sit in the chairs in from of his
desk. He looked through the papers which Pete had offered him.
"Could you explain the situation that arose for you to have the
responsibility of these three boys. You say the oldest boy is 18 and a
high school graduate."
Pete went through the story where he spent 3 years working for
the Stones on their farm, how he was called to Johnston to receive his
inheritance from his uncle, Peter. The call from the boys that their father
had been killed, their trip and getting settled living with Pete.
"Mr. Morgan, I know these boys well, having lived in the same
house for three years. They are smart, responsible and eager to work. I
recently received a foster child, Tim Kenton, after he ran away and lived
on his own most of the summer. A restraining order from the judge ordered
Tim's father to stay away from him and the man has been indicted for child
endangerment. That should be increased to sexual abuse if what Tim tells
me is correct.
"Anyway, the three boys have come to me, without relatives or
parents to take care of them. I have agreed to do that. On those papers
you have the boys school records up until the end of last school year.
Their former school district is willing to fax these to you if you want
more accreditation than my word and these papers. . The family's lawyer
will be happy to attest to what I'm telling you."
Mr. Morgan adopted a friendly attitude toward Pete, "Pete, you
may not remember but I was in two classes behind you in this high school
and I recall you very well. It is my feeling that you are an honorable man
and considerate of your friends. I will register Tom and Bobby into 9th
grade and 5th grade, respectively, and wish them a fine school career. See
Mrs. Bostwick, the dean of students for your schedules and teachers. I'll
see you all later."
As they walked out the front doors of the high school, Pete
asked, "What do you guys think of the school, so far?"
Tom really liked the building, he was excited to get started.
He and his brothers went to a very old building in poor condition, peeling
paint, windows leaking cold air and the locker rooms stank of piss, sweat
and mold. He hated the place and neither of his brothers liked that
building. "Dad, it's so much better than our old school, it'll be a
pleasure studying here." He jostled Bobby, "Don't you thinks so, buddy?"
Bobby didn't look happy, he seemed terribly sad. "I miss all my
friends from last year. I won't know anybody when school starts." He turned
and gripped Dad around the waist, "I wish I could meet someone in my grade
before next week." Bobby looked up at Dad, hopeful, sure that his Dad
could figure something out."
Pete held Bobby close and caressed his shoulders. "Well, Bobby,
I think I have an idea. Let's go home."
In his office Pete called the pastor at his church.
"Pastor, this is Pete Johnston, I have a favor to ask." He
explained what he needed, his youngest son was frightened of starting
school next week.
"Pete, I'm glad you called. One of my best young people is
Derek Wilson who is in the 5th grade this year. We are having Kids Club
this afternoon, could Bobby come to that?"
Pete was so pleased for Bobby's sake. "Sure, Pastor, I'll bring
him at 5. Is it all right if I sit in and observe?"
"That's great, Pete. Maybe you better come with him so I'll
recognize the boy, Bobby. I'll look forward to seeing your boy.
"Thanks, Pastor. See you at 5."
* * * * *
Pete and Bobby arrived at the church at 5, locating the Kids
Club in the basement. Pastor McMillion met them at the door and introduced
himself to Bobby. He then turned to the group of 15 or so boys and girls
of Bobby's age. He raised his voice. "Derek, would you come here please?"
One of the cutest boys in the group approached the pastor and
Bobby. Pete had excused himself to wait in the car. Derek was a few inches
over four feet, same as Bobby, and had blond hair, straight and fine, not
too long.
"Derek, this young man is Bobby Stone, he just moved here from
Iowa and will be in the fifth grade at the Woodside Elementary school. Is
that where you are, Derek?"
"Yes, sir."
"Will you two punch fists or shake hands, or whatever."
They grinned at each other, agreeing at the silly Pastor, but
nice enough not to mention it.
"Hi Bobby, I'm Derek Wilson, and you probably will be in my
homeroom because of your last name." He smiled, "You know, the end of the
alphabet."
"Hi Derek, I'm very glad to meet you. I was a little scared of
going to school on Monday without knowing anyone at all."
Derek put his arm around Bobby's shoulder, "How far are you
from the school? Maybe we could walk together."
Bobby told him. He liked the feeling of Derek's arm on his
body.
"You live at the Motor Court? How come?"
"We just came from Iowa, me and my two brothers. My older
brother, Ted, has graduated and the next older is 14, in the 9th grade. I
have another brother who is 14 also but grew up in Johnston City. The
whole thing is complicated but I will explain just for you later." He
smiled at Derek, in love with this boy already. He was drawn to the blond
boy like moths to a flame. "The main part is that my Dad owns the Motor
Court and we live with him. He's Pete Johnston."
The two boys walked toward the main group, talking the whole
way.
"Bobby, where were you in Iowa?"
They sat down in two folding chairs, very close together.
"I lived on a farm with my two brothers and my Dad. He was
killed in an auto accident about a month ago. So, we came to stay with
Pete, who is now our other Dad, you know, a foster father."
"Sorry about your Dad, Bobby, but I think I know Pete
Johnston. His Uncle Peter lived in the house next to me. Hey, that's not
far." Derek was excited, he liked this boy with the dirty blond hair, full
of curls. "It's only a block or two from you. We could get together and
play, couldn't we?"
Bobby was getting hot for this kid, he had a nice body, not fat
but not skinny either. His face was so cute, regular features with blue
eyes, thin red lips and brilliant teeth when he smiled. "I sure hope so,
Derek, I'd like to be good friends with you."
At that point Pastor McMillion called for attention and the
group was to play a game with Bible verses like charades. He watched at
the game started, noticing that Bobby and Derek were sitting
together. 'That bodes well for Bobby Stone,' he thought, 'I'd be willing to
bet my pay check they will be great friends by next month's meeting.'
When the Kids Club was over, Bobby asked Derek if they could
drive him home.
"That would be great. It's not that far as you know, but better
riding than walking."
Bobby held Derek's hand to drag him to Pete's truck.
"Hey, Dad, I brought Derek with me, so we could drive him
home. He lives next to where your Uncle Peter lived."
Pete invited them, "Hop in boys, and I'll get you home fast."
He turned to Derek, "Could I meet your parents, Derek, I'd like to if I
could."
"Ah, Mr. Johnston, my Dad left three years ago, but my mother
should be home. We can see."
At the house Derek opened the door and hollered for his mother.
"Could you please come to the door, Mom, I want you to meet a couple
people." To Pete and Bobby he said, "Come on in, she'll be here in a
second."
Pete almost fainted dead away, Derek's mother was Cyndi Jordan
from Pete's class at Windsor High School. He had dated her a little and
she was the first and only woman he'd ever had sex with. That had only
confirmed to Pete he'd never get married or have children. He thought, 'so
look at me now, four boys.' He grinned to himself.
"Oh, Cyndi," he gasped, "I had no idea you were still in
town. So good to see you."
Cyndi stuck out her hand to be shaken, "And, you too,
Mr. Johnston," she smiled kindly, "You have been all over since graduation,
all over the country, maybe?"
Pete woke up a bit, "Yes, a lot of places, but back to the old
home town. Bobby here is a foster child I have taken on. I'll explain the
whole thing eventually, very complicated."
"Is he the only one, Pete?"
"Oh, no, I have three others."
"The old permanent bachelor is laden with children. I'd like
to hear all about it."
"I'm sorry, right now I need to be home to feed the hungry
wolves, my pack. One is 18, two are 14 and Bobby is 10 like Derek. I'm
learning a lot very fast. I sure would like to get together and discuss our
'families'. Pastor McMillion heard my plea for Bobby, who is new in town
and knows nobody. He introduced him to Derek to help him feel better about
the new school in a new town. He said that Derek's and Bobby's teacher is
a member of his church and he'll see if she wouldn't let Derek sort of
guide Bobby around."
"That's great, Pete, and thanks for bringing Derek home. Are
you all living at the Motor Court?"
"Yes, and I will call you very soon, maybe for coffee. Okay?"
"Fine, Pete, good to see you, and call soon."
Pete and Bobby got in the truck and headed home.
"She's a hot woman, Petey, did you ever .... get in her pants?"
"Bobby, that's not a nice question. That's getting too personal
about my life?"
Bobby couldn't stop, "Petey, I'll bet you could have gotten
her, right?"
Pete tried to appease him, "No, Bobby, let it go. At no time
did I want a woman." He knew that wasn't exactly the truth, but it was
close enough.
Yet the vision of them in bed in her parents house wouldn't go
away. It was his first and he was only able to perform when she jacked him
off, but never a woman again. They had almost graduated by then and Pete
left right after the ceremony. They had never communicated in the
intervening years.
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