Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 20:28:33 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/cottage-court-4

TOURIST MOTOR COURT  - 4
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 Four


            Another week passed since Pete had his boys, his 'sons', two
weeks in all, and the Johnston Motor Court was soon to open for business.
He had hired an auditor to keep his financial situation in good stead, he
wanted no trouble with the city or state or IRS.
            All the boys listened to Frank Warren when he came for another
lesson on running the motel, so any of them could register guests, get
their I.D.s and car license number. They learned not to accept a check
without their driver's license state and number, Frank had told them.
            "And, don't let anyone try to bully you, and that could
happen. Remember your rules and stick to them. If they try to push past you
without giving you all the information you need, push the button under the
counter." Frank looked at Bobby, "Young man, this is mainly for you. Some
of them might look at you as just a kid, figuring they didn't have to tell
you anything.  Therefore, push the panic button and one of your family will
be helping you fast."
            Frank mentioned something else.  "Guys, if some thug comes in
and tries to rob you, let him have the money. DO NOT FIGHT HIM!  You are
much more important that any amount of money.  DON'T BE A HERO!  I hope you
never have to deal with that, but it might happen."
            "If you want, guys, if you have a problem, call me any time. My
card will be on the counter here with my home, office and cell numbers on
it.  Use it!  Don't be bashful. Okay?"
            Pete thanked Frank for helping them, "Frank, we would like you
to stay for supper with us, I know all of us want to get to know you
better, and I believe your Aunt Amanda told me that you are on your own.  I
know you are here on your lunch hour, so we'd be very pleased if you would
come about 6 pm.  Okay?"
            Frank actually blushed a little, "I'd love it, gentlemen, my
larder is bare as Old Mother Hubbard's, I'll be here then." He shook hands
with each of the boys, then Pete. "I'm very happy to have met you all."
            "Good, now don't dress up, Frank, jeans and a T would be
fine. Bye now."


* * * * *

            Pete had bought a Dell computer to keep their records and
financial statements in good shape.  Each of the boys had worked on it
enough to understand how to enter the data and locate any information they
would need as the registrar.
            "Okay, guys, I want to work with Bobby a little on the
computer. That is if he can stay away from Derek for the rest of the
afternoon."  Bobby blushed as all his brothers teased him about his lover.
            "Ted, Tom, and Tim too, you can stop teasing me anytime. We are
not lovers and I'm following Dad's suggestion that we cool it for a while."
He stuck his tongue out at all three, "So there!"
            Pete concurred with Bobby's request. "You've been pretty hard
on Bobby, so cool it. He needs some space." He smiled, "Who knows, they
might be engaged by Thanksgiving." He grabbed Bobby to hold in his arms,
"I'm sorry, Bobby, I promise I won't do that again."
            "Well, I sure as hell hope not." He gave his devious grin, "I
have a piece of news that we all need to hear.  It's about Pop. He has an
admirer, too, didn't you notice how Frank kept looking at our Dad and those
were very sensual glances, I think." He laughed again, "Maybe we may get
another father." His eyebrows rose into his forehead, "Ever think of that?
Couldn't hurt, we could play one off the other."
            "You been puffin' some wild weed, little man," Pete put Bobby
down on his feet. "Ted, would you go through each cottage and turn the A/C
on to see how it works.  Tim and Tom, I want you two to check the toilets,
tubs and showers in each cottage, too.  Make sure all of them work and work
well."
            "Sure, Dad, we can do it, we're up!"
            Pete gave them a smirk, "You sure you haven't had too many
workouts at night?"
            "No, Dad, we're cool," Tim tried to speak positively even
though he felt embarrassed. He was going to have some words with Dad later.
            "Okay, guys, take off."
            Bobby spoke up, "Ah ... Dad ... we haven't heard anything from
their cottage. If they are doing anything, it sure is quiet."
            "Bobby, I didn't know they were doing anything," Pete admitted,
"but the way they blushed there must be something."  He patted Bobby on the
head, "You've done very well on the computer, did you use one at school in
Iowa?"
            "No, Dad, this was my first time.  Thanks."


* * * * *


            Thinking of their nights in bed, Tim and Tom both blushed a
deep red, believing that their Dad thought their sex in bed was hot and
fast. Actually they slept together in the same double bed but hadn't even
touched more than a hug when going to sleep.  Immediately after their first
meeting, Tom and Tim both felt the attraction to each other, but actually
had been trying to 'cool' it.
            They went through each cottage, checking the toilets, baths and
showers.
            "Tom, I want to talk about it, if you wouldn't mind.  First I
think you are neat, I want to be near you and with you. Do you understand?"
Tim sat on the bed and patted the space next to himself. "I haven't had
much experience, though my older brother showed me some hot stuff," he
smiled erotically, sending beams of pleasure toward Tom.  Tom sat next to
Tim.
            "I understand, Timmy, I think you are great, too, I also want
to be with you and near you.  I have had more sexual experience than you,
probably.  Our father," Tom had a pained and agonized expression flit
across his features, then cleared, "Our father," he started again, "knew we
were doing sex stuff with each other and he didn't think bad of us."  He
felt again the pain of losing his father, "Sorry, Timmy, I get so sad,
sometimes. He was so wonderful."
            Tim felt so sorry for Tom, he embraced Tom and held his body to
himself. "I know, but you had a wonderful father for you and your brothers.
I had a rotten one. Did I tell you that he tried to rape me?  He really
did. He almost made it when my screaming brought my older brother into my
room. Dad stopped then, took him to his own bedroom and from the screaming,
I'm sure he raped my brother."
            "That's awful, Timmy, that shouldn't happen. I'm so glad you
got away from him." Tim and Tom had fallen back on the bed, holding each
other.
            Tim started crying and sobbing. "Tommy, I felt so bad until
Petey found me and took me as a foster son."  Tim and Tom rolled back and
forth, soothing and sympathizing for them both.
            Ted heard Tim and Tom tending to each other, crying and
commiserating in their sorrow.  Ted finally decided he had to help them.
He opened the door and walked in quietly. He got to his knees beside the
bed and wrapped Tim and Tom in his arms.
            "Tim, Tom, let me hold you both. I'm so sorry for you, Tim, and
I know how badly Tom feels, since I feel the same way.  Here, let me get
between you two, we need to hug."  Ted did lay on the bed and worked the
others to lie against him while they all hugged.
            Tommy was still sobbing lightly, his eyes full of tears, his
body tense and in agony.
            Ted cuddled with them until both had settled down. He dried
their eyes, wiped away the tears and kissed both of them.
            He loved his brother and his adopted brother just the same.
Tim was so wonderful, close to them and just a great kid, quite mature for
his age because of his strange home life.



* * * **


            Frank Warren had been invited to dinner at the Motor Court by
Pete and the boys. He was anxious to go, they were nice people to him.
Frank dropped pieces of his clothing after he shut the front door, heading
for his bedroom. The house was a two story, red brick home with white trim,
newly landscaped with varieties of evergreens. The first floor held the
living room, dining room and kitchen, while in the rear a family room had
been added two years before, just as Jim's cancer was diagnosed. Frank and
Jim Reynolds had been partners for seven years, seven years of sublime
living together.  They were devoted to each other, loved each other deeply
and expected to spend their old age together. Unfortunately, Jim was taken
well before his time. Frank and Jim had bought the place three years before
and spent most of their off time remodeling and redecorating.
            Jim had died just a year ago, sending Frank into a deep
depression from which it took him six months to recover.  His Aunt Amanda
gave him the most support in spite of her husband who always denigrated
Frank and of course his partner. He always, always called them 'those
queers'.. and 'freakin' cocksuckers'. After a while, Jim refused to visit
Amanda if Henry were anywhere around. Frank tried to help him understand
Henry, but it was a lost cause.  Frank's heart really wasn't into it, he
didn't like Henry either.
            Jim's cancer was quite advanced when discovered, so he was gone
within six weeks of the diagnosis.  He had no family except Frank, no one
to help except Frank.  Frank took a two week leave of absence from the bank
to comfort his dying lover at home where he'd brought him from the
hospital.  Jim had left Frank with enough insurance money to pay off the
mortgage, and payments on their cars, making Frank much more comfortable
financially.  No amount of money, though, could console Frank with his
loss.
            Frank Warren stood in the bedroom of his home, actually his and
his late partner's, Jim Reynolds.  Frank couldn't help the tears running
down his cheeks, looking at a picture of them, arms around each other,
wearing their bikini swim suits.  When Jim died a year ago, it took Frank
such a long time to recover, coming home to an empty house, after the times
before when he was greeted by Jim with amorous hugs and kisses, loving
questions about his day and wondering whom he'd seen at the bank.
            Upstairs in their bedroom, Frank stripped completely and
started the shower in his bath.  He stepped in and began to bathe.  His
mind took a trip back to his noon visit to Pete and his boys. As he
remembered watching the little one when he was constantly showing off his
small hardon, Frank's cock was rising to attention, rising high, parallel
to his body and waving while he washed.  His dick became more solid as he
thought of Pete.  That young man seemed well built, tall, but not
skinny. He was taller than Frank, and, he thought, had a better physique
than his own, most likely.
            Frank pulled his fist back on his cock's soft skin, but decided
not to get off then. He grinned, 'better when I get back', then rinsed,
dried and dressed in new jeans and a sweatshirt which broadcast the
attributes of Johnston College and the football team's record of the last
season.
            The young man, a banker and business man, felt so close to
Pete, the roustabout, the 'do it on his own', roving the country wide
before settling back in Johnston City.  Making sure he had his wallet,
Frank checked the bathroom mirror, seeing the pain in his eyes. He would
have to mask those thoughts while at the Motor Court for dinner.



* * * * *


            Before dinner, Ted needed something to do to calm his feelings,
so decided to work on his car, a forty-six year old Chevrolet Impala
convertible, pure white with red interior plus a continental wheel kit on
the back bumper.
            Ted's grandfather had bought the car in 1959, the farm had been
doing very well financially at the time.  Most of the following years the
brand new car was stored in a small barn, rarely was it driven and he cared
for it as Jacob did after his father died.  It had been preserved like new
but over all that time some components had deteriorated, but Ted's dad
hadn't had the money to fix it up.  Spare parts were sometimes available
but also were expensive. He'd joined a '59 Chevy club but no one else lived
near Knoxville, Iowa.
            Ted had been working to replace parts which were available in
local junk yards.  He needed to find some models of the same year give or
take a few years.  The car had brought them to Johnston City with only one
stop for repairs. He should have put new tires on it before they left Iowa,
but no money to buy replacements.  'Maybe Pete will let me fix it up,' Ted
mused.
            The car had been sitting beside the main cottage/office but Ted
backed it out to the grassy area inside the circular driveway. The ancient
vehicle was polished, though a bit dirty from their trip.
            "Hi, is this car yours?"  A young man, probably 17 or 18, had
stopped his own car on the street, in front of the motor court.
            Ted turned to look at him. 'God, he's gorgeous, the hottest guy
I've seen since I've been here.'  Ted casually sauntered over to the car,
an Infinity convertible a couple of years old.
            "Hi, I'm Ted Stone, my dad owns the motor court and me and my
brothers are living here.  Do you like it?"
            The handsome young man got out and walked around his car to
stand next to Ted. "Hi, I'm Brett Morgan." He stuck out his fist and they
tapped.  "My Dad is the school superintendent.  Who is your dad?"
            "His name is Pete Johnston and his uncle owned this motel until
he died a while ago." He looked at Brett closely, "I think your dad and
mine were in the high school here about the same time." He screwed up his
face thinking hard, "I believe they graduated a couple years apart."
            "Ted, that's cool. I don't remember you, you didn't graduate
here, did you?"
            Ted gave Brett his patented seductive smile, his blue eyes
drawing out Brett's green ones.  "No, Brett, I graduated from school in
Knoxville, Iowa, last June so I'll be working here when we are open.  Just
about to, but not quite." He offered his hand to Brett, "Come over and I'll
show the car."
            Brett was shorter than Ted, but they seemed about the same type
of physique and both faces were terrifically handsome, but Brett's was more
rounded, darker hair and eyebrows. Ted realized that Brett was very
interested in the car, though he couldn't imagine why, a 46 year old
soon-to-be wreck.
            "You said something about brothers. How many are there?"  Brett
was looking into the engine compartment, yet his eyes glanced frequently
toward Ted's bare torso, drinking in the wonderful aura around Ted, sexy as
hell, Brett thought.
            Ted considered, "Brett, I have two real brothers, Tom is 14 and
Bobby is 10, the runt. I have another foster brother, Tim, also 14. After
our real father died, we came here to live with Pete. He had lived on the
farm with us for three years and we depended on him a lot."
            "Do you need parts for this baby, Ted.? Anything special?"
            Ted laughed, "I sure do, Brett, lots. But they are too
expensive for me now."
            "Ted, I know where there is a identical model of this car on
blocks in a garage and you probably could get parts from it. In fact I'll
take you there right now. Okay?"
            Ted was excited beyond belief, "That's wonderful, I'd love to
see that. Without the parts it needs, mine should just go to the dump."
'Oh god, I get to go with Brett, oh man, he is so hot.'
            "Let me tell Dad where I'm going, be right back."  Ted took off
for the office and Brett was watching all the way and all the way back.  He
loved the look of Ted's ass and his back and chest muscles. He knew they
were the type built on a farm, not with pumping iron.  He was sorry that
Ted put on his shirt on the way back to Brett's car.
            Brett was already behind the wheel of his car, "Hop in, it
isn't far, Ted."
            They left in a burst of speed, spewing gravel onto the tree
line and the gutter.  Ted felt his chest was going to burst, he couldn't
hold it back.
            "Thanks, Brett, I can't believe this, to find another 59 Chevy
convertible. I love it, it's so great," Ted exploded, patting Brett's back
unconsciously, but almost choking when he felt the muscles he felt there.
            Three blocks away from the motel Brett motioned to a large
house, "That's where I live, Ted."  But Brett drove into the driveway of
the house next door. "Now, this is my grandfather's house, they always go
to Maine for the summer, a cottage on the shore."
            The car slowed and stopped just before hitting the doors of the
garage.
            Taking his key ring, Brett led Ted to the side door which he
opened.  They walked in the dark until Brett found the switch for the
garage lights.  Ted couldn't believe another white '59 Chevy Impala
convertible sat there, just waiting for him. There was even the continental
wheel kit, but that wouldn't matter if he could get basic parts.
            "Come, Ted, let's look at it closely."  Ted followed, looking
at the motor when Brett had raised the hood.  He bent into the compartment.
Brett was standing beside and a little behind him, holding the flashlight
he'd found somewhere.  Brett had his arm around Ted's shoulders, pointing
out parts he might need, pressing his body against Ted's back.  Ted quickly
realized what he was doing and started to resist, moving away a bit.  He
was a little taken aback with Brett's closeness and boldness. He thought
Brett was definitely hot, but he didn't really know him.
            "Could we see underneath, Brett?"
            "Sure, man, see, there are a couple of creepers and I'll bring
some lights, one for each."
            Ted lay down on one roller and pushed himself under the motor.
Brett handed Ted the light on a long cord, he lay on his back and pulled
himself under the same place by using Ted's legs for support.  At one point
Ted was confused because Brett's hand came very close to his crotch.
            "Oh, damn," Ted groaned, "I know I need a pair of those,"
looking at the springs.
            Brett was quiet, "Are you happy, Ted, have I done something
good?"
            "Sure, man, what is the arrangement though, how can I get some
or anything?" He looked at Brett's face, finding there a lustful desire in
his eyes, mouth and smile.  He knew that look, but didn't want it with
Brett. He hardly knew Brett.  Maybe later.
            Ted stared back, wondering what Brett was going to do.
            Brett was quick, but Ted was quicker. When Brett lay his hand
on Ted's crotch, he found that Ted's hand was between his hand and the
target of his desire.
            Ted didn't panic or feel alarm, he just pushed Brett's hand
from his crotch.
            Slowly and quietly, Ted explained, "Brett, how old are you?"
            "I'm 18, just last week. If I bothered you, I'm sorry. I guess
I felt I would be welcomed."
            He smiled in regret and disappointment, but wasn't unhappy. He
hadn't given up.
            "Brett, I think you are a very handsome man, at some time and
place I might feel agreeable to your proposal, but we really don't know
each other, do we? I'd want to have a better idea of you.  I don't have
much experience, nor do I have the inclination of jumping into a situation
where I'm not in command, or at least know a lot more about you. Can you
understand what I'm saying?  I am not 'out' and I do not want to be 'out',
friend. I do not want to get a reputation, that of a slut or cock hungry
whore."  Ted reached out his hand and touched Brett's hand, they clasped
them together.
            "Okay, Ted, I do understand and I respect you for explaining.
I've had an arrangement with an older man which I'm trying to stop." He
laughed in a non-humorous way, "I have an awful itch in my ass, Teddy, and
need to have it scratched.  I give in to it, and I'm ashamed of it but
don't have much willpower."  He squeezed Ted's hand, "Would it be all right
with you if we did become better acquainted, more familiar?"
            Ted returned a squeeze and agreed, "Sure, that's fine with me
but nothing sexual until we both want it. Is that good enough?"
            Their fingers gripped the opposite man's thumb, a closer
personal feeling to the grasp.
            "So, Brett, was showing me this car as just a way into my
pants, or is there a way I can get some parts I need?"  He was smiling
broadly at Brett.
            "You are so quick, Teddy, I must admit that was my first
plan. But, I feel much closer to you already and will respect your wishes.
Teddy, you are so fuckin' hot. You haven't felt my crotch, and probably
won't now, but I've never been hotter."
            "Brett, maybe you could use some dildos for a while."  He
grinned, "But I'll bet you have plenty of them, right?"
            "Sure, Ted, let's slide out and I'll take you home."
            "And no telling tales, Brett, right, especially to your older
friend?"
            Brett smiled with a tinge of guilt, "Right, friend."


* * * * *

            That night Derek and Bobby wanted a sleep-over at the
motel. Pete thought it was fine and asked Ted and Tom what they thought.
All agreed it would be great for the young boys.
            "Bobby, we think it is a good idea. Do you want me to talk to
Derek's mother?"
            "Oh, yeah, Dad, and maybe she would come over to sleep with
you."  He giggled at his rude suggestion.
            "No, Bobby, that is not a good idea, in fact Ted is going to
stay with me in my bed so you two will be alone. When do you want to
start?"
            Bobby looked at the clock on the wall, "Right now!"
            Pete sat in his office chair, still checking of supplies and
requisitions, "Why don't you go get Derek after we have supper. That will
give you plenty of time together. By the way, you are going to have to be
very careful.  You don't know what experiences he has had, and you were
with your brothers a lot. I don't want you storming him with everything you
can think of, okay?  Handle him with kid gloves, please."
            Bobby gave Pete a look of such disgust as can only be sent from
a 10 year old boy. " I'll handle him with kid gloves, but I don't know any
kids with gloves, except mitts." Bobby left in a huff to find his friend
Derek.
            Pete smiled as his youngest son left the room, then back to an
ad he had been working on. That ad was going into the Sunday Johnston City
newspaper to announce the opening of the Johnston Motor Court next week.
Pete remembered another errand for him. He must stop at the police station
and talk to the chief.  He needed the police, not in his pocket, but on his
side
            Pete had talked to Amanda Warren about it and she recommended a
contribution to the Police Benevolent Association.  "Pete, that fund really
does good work for local needy kids."



* * * * *


            Bobby and Derek played around the motel grounds, in the trees
and trail blazing in the woods looking for treasure.  These boys didn't
mind touching and being touched.  They felt a deep bond already and
actually sensed a 'brother' thing. Derek never had a brother or even a
friend that close, so he was ecstatic having Bobby.
            Since they were out of range of any adults or even semi-adults
like Ted, Tom and Tim, they felt free to be close to their friend, but
nothing planned or devised.  They often impacted against the other, not
rough or heavy, just following an innate desire to be close.  Each boy
occasionally slid a hand over the other's butt, not a grip, just a
sensation of getting into their friend through the tactile phenomenon
between fingers and butt muscles.
            The young boys, both 10 years old, well over four feet tall and
slender, their bodies well formed for their age, average muscularity for
size and weight.  Bobby was tow-headed, and Derek was fair haired, both
straight strands dangling down to their ears and necks.  They had yet to
reach the latest fad of hair sticking up all over the head, a look of
uncombed dishevelment so desired by many teens.  Also a look which took a
lot of time to manage.
            As they walked and hunted for anything unusual, each had an arm
around the shoulders of the other, holding tight sometimes, loose other
times.  That position would keep their bodies close, bumping hips or legs
in jousting play.  None of the touching had been inappropriate or improper.
            "Hey, look, Derek, on the ground, see that shiny thing?"
            Derek bent over the place where Bobby pointed, "Where, I don't
see anything?"
            Bobby lay one arm across Derek's back, bending over him,
pressing himself against Derek's side.  He reached in front of his friend
to pick up a little model airplane made of silver plastic. "See, Dery, it's
a fighter plane, I've seen lots of those, but never had one."
            Derek smiled at Bobby, not saying that he had lots of them when
he was younger. He understood that Bobby couldn't afford them.
            "That's super, Bobby, you keep it, you spotted it." He crowded
his way to Bobby, put his arms around the boy, his new best friend, "You're
the greatest, Bobby," and on a sudden whim, he gave Bobby a kiss on his
cheek, very quickly done and away. He was a little embarrassed that he'd
kissed Bobby, he probably shouldn't have done that.  Bobby's attention had
been directed toward the toy, not what his friend had done.  Later on Bobby
would remember that kiss, not quite sure why he'd kissed him.
            Bobby and his brothers and father would kiss at times, special
times like receiving a special Christmas gift or saying good-bye for a
while.  He will also remember that he hadn't been able to kiss his father
before he'd left for good.
            "Hey, Bobby, let's get our stuff and go to the cottage we'll be
using.  Is Ted going to be there, too?"
            "Hell, no, Derek, he's going to stay with Pete in his
cottage. We'll be alone."
            Derek thought that was the best, he'd been hoping they'd be
alone, he had lots of stuff he wanted to ask Bobby about. Stuff he was sure
Bobby knew about because of his older brothers.  'Oh, man, I can't wait.'
He stomach cringed when he thought about it, sort of afraid but also very
excited.


* * * * *


            After Ted was delivered back from Brett's grandfather's garage,
excited with the possible parts he might get for his car, he looked for
Pete.  Pete was making final plans for opening the motor court for
business, his desire for months.  One problem bothered him.  How could he
keep kids from using the motel as a place just to have sex?  Since he was
near the college, that could be a big problem.  He didn't want his motor
court to get the reputation as a 'hot bed' motel.  Maybe if he required
each person to show a driver's license so he wouldn't have under age kids
shacking up in his cottages.  He would have to keep records of those
staying overnight. He probably couldn't stop two adult students from using
the place.  Ted stopped in the office cottage to see Pete.
            First, before he'd listen to Ted's exciting news, Pete went
over the problem with Ted.  "What do you think, Ted?"
            "Well, Dad, I don't know. If you charge them the regular room
rate, what are you losing?"
 He sat at the desk with Pete, "I'd think you would have to keep underage
kids from staying, but if they bring false I.D.s, what can you do?"
            "In this state, driver's licenses have the person's picture on
it, and if you check that closely in good light, the fake ones really stand
out.  Also, you do not have to rent them a room, it's your place so your
choice."
            "I guess you're right, Teddy, but I didn't tell you what I've
ordered.  It's a plastic key maker for the cottages, just like in hotels
now. They can take the key with them, but the locks will be changed so they
can't use it again." Pete smiled at Ted, feeling proud of his achievement.
            "That's great, Dad, good thinking.  That way you don't have
keys to the cottages running around town.  When is it coming?"
            "Should be in before the weekend so we'll have time to fix all
the cottages. I didn't ask but there should be some way to print master
keys for you and me, and maybe Tom and Tim."
            "Dad, Dad, I want to tell what just happened. You know, I told
you I was going with Brett Morgan, the superintendent's son, to see about
parts for my car. He's a senior this year, so just a little younger.  He
lives about three blocks from here and his grandfather lives next door to
them.  His grandparents are away for the summer. Brett took me into their
garage, and believe this, Dad. His grandfather has the exact same car that
I have.  Chevy Impala convertible of 1959, even has the continental wheel
kit.
            "And Dad, he says I could have any parts I need from the
car. Isn't that super?"
            "Sounds fine, Ted, but you may have to wait until his
grandfather says it is okay. Right?"
            Ted sounded a little disappointed. "Yeah, Dad, you're right,"
he brightened, "but maybe I'll get to use them."
            "Sure, Ted, and if he will sell them to you, we do have money
that is part yours, Teddy.  Remember that, son."
            Ted threw his arms around Pete and hugged tight. He choked up a
little, "Thanks, Dad, you are the greatest. I love you so much." His eyes
teared up, "You aren't the same as my real Dad, Pete, but I love you just
as much, every bit as much."  Almost emotionally overwhelmed, Ted kissed
Pete hard on the lips, then pressed their cheeks together.
            Pete was hard pressed to speak clearly, "And, Teddy, I love you
just as much. Sometimes I think of you as my real son, my son that I love
from the depths of my heart."  He hugged back, "You are already the part of
me I never expected to have in my life. Remember that, too, son."  He gave
Ted a loving whack on his solid butt, "Now don't forget you are sleeping
with me tonight, Bobby is having his friend, Derek, stay with him
overnight. Okay?"
            Ted got down on his knees and pushed between Pete's legs. He
pulled himself against his new dad. "Petey, my real dad raised the three of
us real good, taught us how to get along, and how to deal with other
people. We loved him, all of us, but now he's gone and we won't forget him,
but you are now our Dad, our real Dad.  So," he raised up proudly, "you are
stuck with us now, can't get out of it."  He started to tickle Pete,
fingers in the ribs, then rested his head on Pete's chest, "I love you,
Dad, forever."
            Ted stood up, "And, Dad, another thing happened with Brett and
me. He had two creepers in the garage which we used to look underneath the
car, trying to see what was okay and what I might use.  We were on our
backs on the creepers, close together."
            "I caught a look in Brett's eyes that warned me of his possible
intentions. I was looking at the car, but spread my hand over my dick just
before he put his hand there. It was all very casual, but he was determined
to get my prick going.  When he realized that his hand was on my hand, I
just softly said that I wasn't ready for any of that, I didn't really know
him, but if we do become friends and know each other well, something might
happen."
            "Dad, he's gorgeous, so handsome, wonderful body as much as I
could see.  And seems to be very nice, not a skaggy guy, but well brought
up. Of course, seems like he might be gay and I wouldn't mind having
someone for me, to love, to be with."
            Pete stood up and pulled Ted to him.  They clung together,
relishing the soul in their arms, "I want you to be happy, Ted, and if
Brett is the one who would do that, that's all good."
            "Thanks, Dad. We'll just see how it works out."
            They heard a car pull in the drive, tires crunching in the
gravel surface.
            "Geez, Ted, that must be Frank Warren, he's coming for supper
and I don't have it ready.  Well, we have some barbequed pork we can grill,
thaw some french fries. Could you make a salad, Ted, I think we have enough
stuff?"  Pete looked out the window, "Oh, man, do you see that guy, Ted, Oh
Saints and Devils, he's gorgeous." He looked at Ted, "Don't you think?"
            Ted put his arms around Pete from behind, nudging Pete's butt
with his crotch, "Take it easy, Dad, calm down, yes, I think he's great.
How about I show him around, while you are getting started. Isn't it good
we got that propane grill?
            Ted walked out of the office door, "Hi, Frank, good to see
you."  They shook hands, "I'm glad you could come for supper. Dad's working
on it, so how about a little tour before we eat?"
            "Hi, Ted, thanks, I would like to look around, haven't had time
to do that."
            Ted looked Frank over, judging him a real winner. Hoping his
Dad could get some of that.
            "How's everybody doing, Ted, started in school?"
            "Yeah, Tom and Bobby are getting used to the new school,
Bobby's made some friends already.  Derek Wilson is in his class and has
made Bobby's adjustment much easier. Derek is coming over after supper to
stay overnight in one of the cottages with Bobby."
            He nudged Frank lightly in his side with his elbow, "And guess
what.  Derek's mother was in Pete's class in high school and they had a few
dates before Pete took off to travel the country." He smiled, "I guess it
didn't take since Dad, oh ... uh .... "
            "You mean your Dad is gay, right?"
            Ted blushed, "Shit, Frank, I'm sorry, yes, but I shouldn't have
said anything. We sure don't want it to get around."
            Frank laughed, "Don't worry, son, I can keep my mouth shut, I
assumed that you knew I was gay, too, didn't you?"  He was chuckling at
Ted's embarrassment, "It's okay, Ted, everybody knows around here that I
am.  I suppose it would be better not to say since Pete has to be very
cautious since he has foster kids.  I'll be careful."  He put an arm around
Ted's shoulders, marveling at his muscular body.  "Let's go look around
here."
            They both laughed at their alarm, bonding at the moment they
looked in each other's eyes. Frank was thinking, 'This is a real nice kid,
maybe someone I'd like to be a friend with.  Nothing more. Well, maybe a
second father. He loved that idea.' He again thought about Pete, 'He looks
like a winner to me. I hope I can entice him to at least notice me.'


* * * * *


            Pete's barbequed pork ribs were devoured to the last bone. His
sauce came from his stay in Iowa, taught by Jacob, the boys' dad, and
enjoyed there and in Johnston City.  He hadn't had much time, but put
together a great meal.  He was pleased that Frank seemed at home with them,
eating well and joking with the boys.  They seemed to gravitate toward him,
all wanting to sit next to him.
            Before supper, Ted had confided in Pete that his gayness had
slipped out when he was talking to Frank.  Ted assured Pete that Frank
wouldn't spread it around.  Pete was pleased that his 'boys' took turns
cleaning up after dinner, and it helped that Frank stayed with them, even
helping by drying the dishes.  He chatted with each of the boys while they
were working.
            "Say, Bobby, I hear you made a good friend from school."
            "Yeah, he's neat, Derek Wilson, his Mom is neat too."  Bobby
was a little embarrassed, knowing that Frank was interested in his Dad.
            "Say, Frank, I met a guy today, name is Brett Morgan. Can you
tell me about him?"
            Frank didn't know what to say, he knew the boy was gay but
didn't know much otherwise.
            "Ted, I really don't know much, seems to be a good guy so I've
heard.  He might be a good friend for you.  I'll find out what I can and
talk to you sometime. Okay?"
            "Thanks, Frank, I'll see you later."
            After the dishes were done, the boys let Pete know they needed
a dishwasher since so many ate at their house.  Then they went outside and
Bobby went to get Derek for their overnight.

            Pete and Frank sat in the living room, behind the office.
            "Frank, your aunt Amanda told me a little about your partner
and I'm very sorry about his death.  That must have been horrible for
you. How long had you been together?"
            "Just about seven years, Pete. It's been just over a year since
he passed, and I'm not over it yet, but am getting better.  We were so much
in love and so compatible.  Even though it was quick, just six weeks after
the diagnosis of his cancer, the time passed so fast to the day I lost him.
I took a leave of absence from the bank, to care for Jim, and Aunt Amanda
made sure they paid me anyway, she's a good woman. She may have paid for it
from her many accounts."  Frank's eyes were moist, but not dripping.
            Pete was sitting in a soft chair, while Frank sat on the
couch. "Frank, would you mind if I sat beside you?  I'd like to get a
little closer, if I might?"
            "Oh, sure, Pete, I'd like that.  I don't have relatives
anywhere nearby, and those I have wouldn't talk to me once they found out I
was gay and living with a man.  So, I've pretty much given up on them."
            Pete sat beside Frank, close and put his arm around his
shoulders. "So, Frank, then you have had no one close to you here in
Johnston City. Right?  No one to help you after your loss."
            Frank looked down, sadly he murmured, "No."
            Smiling at Frank, Pete finally said quietly, "I'd like to apply
for the job, if it is still open."
            Frank suddenly twisted his body to grab Pete and pull their
chests together.  Pete held on to him, knowing he was sobbing quietly, his
head resting on Pete's shoulder, his cheek against Pete's.
            Pete rubbed Frank's back with both hands, "I take it that's a
yes, Frank?"
            Frank nodded his head against Pete's, rubbing their heads
together, still hanging on desperately to his new friend.
            The two men talked for a couple of hours, until Frank said he
needed to get home.
            "I'd like to have you over for dinner, Pete, and your boys of
course."  He was serious.
            "Frank, Ted is a good cook, and very good with the boys, they
can stay here and get along fine. I'd be very pleased to have dinner with
you. You will have plenty of time to get closer to the boys, I know they'll
love it." He smiled devilishly, "Who was the cook of your house, you or
Jim?"
            "Jim was the real cook, but he taught me a lot so I can cook
pretty well. Nothing of a gourmet meal, but good solid home cooking."  His
face was still tracked with tears, "I'm glad you can talk to me about Jim,
it really helps, Pete, I know he's gone, but have no one to talk about him
with.  Amanda has done well for her, but she doesn't understand gay people
or why."
            The men stood, Pete held Frank's hand and gave him a quick kiss
on his lips.  He smiled warmly to Frank, "We must do this again, Frankie."
Pete found himself in an arm lock with Frank.
            "Jim used to call me that, Pete," he paused while he wiped his
eyes, "and I'd be so pleased if you would, too.  Okay?"
            They hugged, "Sure, man, I'd like that. The boys call me Petey,
so you can too."
            One more kiss and Frank left to head home, he needed some time
to think. He wasn't so sure that they would be as compatible as he and Jim
had been.  Pete is a different type, but sometimes different types attract
each other.  He fervently hoped that would be the case here.


* * * * *

            Coming back from Derek's house after supper, Bobby carried
Derek's overnight bag.  They both jumped and skipped along the way.
            "Bobby, I'm so excited, I've never stayed overnight with
anyone, you sure got on the good side of my Mom."
            "Maybe my Dad had something to do with it, I think your Mom
likes him."
            Derek jumped on Bobby and both went down on the ground. "No,
she doesn't. She still loves my father."
            "Geez, Dery, I'm gonna get all dirty, I'll have to take a
shower again." Bobby wasn't angry with Derek, just a little peeved to have
to bathe again.
            "That's okay, Bobby, I'm dirty, too and we can take one
together, can't we?"  Derek was thinking of being naked with Bobby in a
shower.
            Bobby got up and picked Derek up onto his feet.  "Let's go,
come on, we'll get our shower first." He grinned at his new friend, and
laughed, "Bet I got the biggest dicky."
            "No way, I do."  Derek didn't want to be left behind.
            They first walked to the office where Bobby told Pete that they
were going to their cottage, number one.
            "Okay, guys, go ahead and be good, Derek, and especially you
Bobby.  If you get hungry, I've put some stuff you can have in the little
refrigerator.  Just don't get sick. Okay?"  Pete looked at the two small
boys, "Come here, boys." Pete was sitting at his desk and hugged and kissed
each boy as he came near.  "I want you to enjoy yourselves, but not too
good." He laughed and winked at them.



* * * * *


            That evening Ted remembered that his car was still on the lawn,
so he left his seat in front of the TV, told Pete where he was going and
walked outside. After he started the car, he backed around to park the old
convertible beside the office, right next to Pete's truck.  He was
thinking, 'Some day we'll have to build a garage for protection and a space
where we could repair the vehicles.'
            Ted locked the car, though he never had any idea anyone would
want to steal it.  He looked around, walking along the row of eight
cottages, enjoying the warm evening, the fresh breeze.  He filled his
lungs, stretched his back to relax his muscles and ambled around their
property. When he got near the road fronting the motel, a car drove slowly
past, a small sports car, very shiny.  He could see a man inside, but
couldn't tell his age.  As the car passed him, Ted could see the license
number which he committed to memory.  'Hey,' he thought, 'he could ask
Brett who it might be.'
            While Ted was still standing there, the car drove past on the
other side of the road, slowly again, and the guy stared at Ted all the
while.  'Well, I know he's youngish anyway.'  He was a little pissed, "If
he comes back again, I'll chase him."
            Ted waited another 10 minutes, then decided he wouldn't
return. While waiting, Ted gave thought to the fact that he was going to
sleep with Pete that night.  He smiled to himself, feeling a twitch or two
in his shorts and a very warm sensation throughout his body.
            The main lights brightening the motor court were cut off
dramatically by the automatic shut off. That left Ted only seeing remnants
of the lights still drilled into his retinas.  He also noticed that the
lights just went out in his room with Bobby. He smiled, hoping Bobby and
Derek have a good sleep over.



* * * * *


            Earlier, Bobby took Derek's bag into their cottage, Number One,
where he and Ted usually lived, and showed him where to put his clothes for
tomorrow and his tooth brush. Bobby was nervous, nervous and a little
scared.  He wanted Derek to like him a lot!
            "Bobby, what should we do first, should we take a shower, then
we'd be ready for bed?"
            "Good idea, Derek, let's get undressed so we can."
            Bobby turned away from Derek and began to strip, pulling off
his t-shirt.  Derek was watching him every second, very happy to see Bobby
without clothes.  Bobby's opened his shorts and dropped them to his ankles,
followed by his small boxers.  When he bent over to take them off his feet,
Bobby's small buttocks spread wide and he showed Derek his tiny rose
bud. Derek gasped, never having seen one, ever, not even his own.
            "Hey, Derek, I'm all naked, when are you going to start?"
            "Oh, yeah, I'll get naked, too."  He didn't turn away from
Bobby so his friend didn't get to see his rose bud. But his little prick
was getting harder and longer.  Derek hadn't noticed it until Bobby pointed
it out to him.
            "Look, Derek, your dicky is getting bigger, like mine." The
boys were looking at each other's prick and balls.  Both little cocks were
heading for about three inches, hard and straight, but certainly not
influenced by puberty yet. Neither boy had hair anywhere but on their
heads. And their marbles in the sacks were up tight against their pricks.
            Bobby pointed out to Derek that neither of them had any pubic
hair above their dicks. In fact Bobby knelt in front of Derek, put his nose
practically on his dick, trying to see if there were any hairs there.
"Nope, Derry, no hair. I don't have any, either. Look." He stood up to let
Derek get close enough to see no hair at all. Since they were both blonds,
they would need a magnifying glass for a while to see when it did finally
come in.
            Both Bobby and Derek were fingering their dicks, playing with
them. Bobby started to make the motions for masturbation, but he knew it
would never work, never had with Tom or Ted either.
            "You should see my brothers, Derek, Ted has lots of hair down
there, and Tom does, too, but not as much."
            "Oh, neat, Bobby, do you think I could see them sometime. Would
they let me?" Derek was so excited he couldn't sit still.  He walked next
to Bobby and looked at Bobby's little dick, "Could I touch yours, Bobby,
could I? You can touch mine if you want."
            "Sure, Derry, I used to touch my brothers' dicks and they would
feel mine. We haven't played around since we came here, but we still might
again. Probably they would let you be with us, I'll sort of ask them if I
get a chance."
            Both dicks were about three inches long, about the size of a
small man's little finger with heads that weren't much wider than their
shafts.
            Derek was a little embarrassed, "Bobby, I've never touched
anyone else's dick." He giggled, "Yours feels so neat, soft and like silky,
too."
            Bobby noticed Derek's face turning red, his fingers shaking a
bit.  He did grab the dick in his fist, his hand rubbing up and down.
Derek's thumb covered the head, rubbing around the cap with soft touches.
            Bobby liked that. "Oh, geez, Derek, that feels so good, do it
some more."  Derek liked it too, so he kept on as Bobby wanted.  Bobby felt
his dick getting harder and a little longer. Then he remembered what his
other brothers used to do to him. They would stick his dick in their mouths
and suck on them. He wondered if he could get Derek to do that.  He
thought, 'Maybe if I do his he might take mine in his mouth.'
            "Hey, Derek, I can show you what my brothers did to me
sometimes. You might like it."
            "Sure, whatever you want, Bobby. It won't hurt, will it?"
            "Hell, no, Derry, you will love it, I'd bet.  Just lay down on
our bed and lay on your back.  Then I can show you." He smiled, "Don't make
any noise when I do it, Derry, we don't want anyone hearing us."
            Derek solemnly nodded, a serious face, "Okay, go ahead." Derek
wasn't at all sure about having Bobby do something he might not like.
            Bobby climbed on the bed with Derek, kneeling over his legs.
He held Derek's little dick in his hand, then suddenly put his mouth
completely over Derek's young cock.
            "Yeow, Bobby!" Derek screamed. Bobby put his other hand over
the boy's mouth.
            "Hush, Derek, that's too loud. I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Bobby wanted this to work, so he and Derek could play around by themselves.
"Is it okay?"
            Derek rose up, leaning back on his elbows, staring where his
dick disappeared inside of Bobby's mouth. "Oh, Bobby, man, I couldn't
believe what you did, you startled me.  No, I'm not hurt, it feels
wonderful."  Derek was smiling, grinning at Bobby, "Can you do that some
more, Bobby?"
            Bobby began to work seriously on Derek's dick, rubbing his
tongue round and round the head and shaft, drooling lots of saliva down on
his balls and naked groin.  He also lay on his elbows, too, and used his
hands to caress Derek's chest and stomach, toying with his nipples,
tweaking them with his fingertips.
            "Bobby, wait, Bobby stop a minute." He grabbed Bobby's head,
pulling it off his dick, and drawing it close to his own head, "Bobby, I
love it, I want your dicky in my mouth, please, Bobby?"
            Bobby realized what Derek was saying, and that brought back
memories of Tom playing with him, each eating the other's dick. He thought
Tom called it something like sixty-nine.  The boys had gotten excited, and
they found a way to lie head to foot and foot to head so they could reach
their dicks with their mouths.
            Bobby also recalled that he had a lot of trouble getting Tom's
cock into his mouth, but he managed after some work.  He decided he could
do that with Derek and it would be easier.
            "Come on, Bobby, can't I do it? I want to do it bad."
            "Okay, I'll show you how we do it. But first, Derek, you have
to promise me you won't tell anyone what we do, not even your mother. Will
you promise?"
            "Oh, sure, Bobby, I won't ever tell anyone."
            "This is real serious, Derek, we could both get into a lot of
trouble if we tell, and my Dad could get into trouble, too.  Promise me you
won't tell, ever."
            While they were talking, Bobby sat on Derek's thighs, so his
dick was right against Derek's.  Bobby held both in his hand, slowly
jacking them the way Tom always did. Derek didn't seem to notice, but he
was getting more excited all the time.
            "Sure, Bobby, I promise, not my Mom, not any kids in school or
cub scouts and not the preacher." He crossed his heart, "and hope to die."
            "Okay, Derek, now just lay there." Bobby lay parallel to Derek,
his head at Derek's crotch and Derek at Bobby's crotch. "Now, I'll start
sucking your dick and you can reach mine. You understand?"
            "Sure, I got the idea. Maybe I should put yours in my mouth
first, to see if I can do it."  Derek leaned toward Bobby's crotch, pushing
out his tongue to touch the dick with it.  That didn't seem too bad, Derek
thought, and he pushed his head closer so the dick slid right onto his
tongue.
            When he had that working, Bobby again took Derek's dick into
his mouth. Derek followed everything Bobby did to him, moving his head and
his tongue over the dick.  It didn't take long for Bobby to feel some
shocks and sensations in his guts he'd never had before. Maybe he was
getting more grown up.  He smiled to himself, and maybe it was being with
Derek, someone of his own age and size, he really liked Derek a lot.
            Almost at the same time both boys groaned and grunted when
their excitement resulted in them feeling a spasm inside that made them
feel as if their guts pushed outside.  They lay back, not wanting to do
anything.  Bobby recovered first, sat up and turned around to hold on to
Derek, wrapping his arms around him, holding on tight. Very soon, Derek did
the same.
            "Bobby, what happened?  Do you know? I'm glad you are holding
me, I didn't know what was going on."
            The boys were front to front, hands behind their partner,
patting butts at the same time.
            "Geez, Derek, that never happened to me before. Ever.  Maybe
I'm growing up and you are too.  Ted told me that I would get hair by my
dick and under my arms, then my dick would get a lot bigger, like his and
then I would be able to shoot."
            "What's shoot?"
            "That's when white stuff comes out of your dick that will make
babies. That's what he said. I don't know exactly."
            Derek mumbled, "It was super, Bobby, I like you so much.  Hope
we are together when it happens.
            "Me, too." Bobby gave Derek a kiss on his lips.  Derek was
stunned, but returned it.
            Bobby turned out the light beside the bed, though the bathroom
light was still burning and lit the bedroom somewhat.


* * * * *


            The night was dark then and Ted was still on the lawn near the
street.  The large sign that stood about 20 feet high declaimed the
property the Johnston Motor Court and Ted was thinking if they would make
money running the place.  He hoped so.
            Ted had watched the light go out in Bobby and Derek's cottage.
He smiled to himself, wondering if they'd had a good time.  He was sure
they did.  Ted started to go to the office where Pete was still up and
awake, he could tell by the lights. Just before Ted opened the door to the
office, he decided to go in Bobby's cottage to see how everything went.
            When he stood at the door of the cottage, Ted couldn't hear
anything, noise or talking. So he silently turned the knob and eased the
door open.  He almost wept when he saw Bobby and Derek together on the bed.
His youngest brother lay with his friend, they looked so peaceful and
loving.  The room was warm and they had no covers over them so Ted could
see everything.
            Derek was lying on his back, sprawled with Bobby hugging him,
pressed against his body.  Mostly on his stomach, Bobby had one leg over
Derek's legs and one arm over his chest.  Derek's little dick was straight
up toward his belly button and hard. With one careful finger, Ted pushed it
toward his feet to watch it jump back up when he let go.  He figured
Bobby's dicky was in the same state, assuming neither was able to shoot
yet.  He'd have to ask Bobby the next day to see what they did.  He also
knew Bobby didn't have any hair on his body and from the looks of it,
Derek's body didn't either.  Neither had hit puberty yet, and might not for
a year or two.
            Ted picked up a pair of his shorts to take to sleep with Pete.
Bobby and Derek couldn't have been any more excited than he was, thinking
of being with Pete. As long as Pete had stayed on the farm with the Stones,
Ted wanted very badly to have sex with him. That night might be his only
chance, especially if Pete took up with Frank.  Ted knew that Pete needed
someone who wasn't still a boy like he and his brothers, but a man he could
love and be partners with.


* * * * *


            Pete had been watching some television but not anything
particular, too much junk on the set.  He was waiting for Ted, thinking he
was probably checking on Bobby and Derek. Those guys were so cute, neither
could do much better in a friend or maybe lover.  He had no idea how his
'boys' would end up, gay or straight.  If he had to guess, he was pretty
sure that Ted was gay, but he couldn't say for Tim and Tom.  He knew they
loved each other, though he felt they hadn't done anything with the other.
            Tim and Tom had come to him earlier in the day.  They had been
ticked at the teasing from his brothers and from Pete about he and Tom.  He
explained they hadn't done anything sexual, just a hug or two.  They knew
they both had hard ons, but didn't touch them, nothing.  Pete was pleased
with their non-sexual activities, but figured it wouldn't be too long
before they came together in their affection and longing for the other.  He
praised Tim and Tom for their restraint and thanked them for their will
power and discretion.
            "We all love you, guys, and wish you two the very best.  We
will stop teasing and you would be on your own.  Though we do hope you will
keep us aware of your activities." He hugged both of them and they returned
the hugs.
            Pete was thinking back to that time and felt reassured that Tim
and Tom will behave responsibly and courteously to each other.  He was
startled to hear the door knob turn and to see Ted walk in the office.  He
came back to the living room where Pete was sitting.
            "Hi, Dad, I just looked on Bobby and Derek. I almost wept, Dad,
they looked so angelic, asleep and holding on to each other.  They were
cuddling, naked, but I'm sure nothing special happened.  The room smelled
of soap and shampoo. They both must have taken a shower. I saw Derek's
little dicky, hard, about as big as my little finger." He held up his hand
with the little finger sticking out.  "Do you want to go and see them?"
            Pete shook his head, "No, let them sleep, I saw you guys asleep
often at the farm and you all seemed angelic when asleep." He laughed, "But
I knew you weren't, well, maybe you and Tom. Angelic, that is. I always
wished I could have seen you and Tom at Bobby's age, so lovely and so
innocent."
            Ted laughed, too, "Well, Dad, you can watch me asleep tonight.
Are you ready for bed? I seem to be tired, I guess." He blushed and walked
over to lean down to kiss Pete on the top of his head. "I still remember
your last night at our house, when we three boys slept with you. Dad, I
loved that more that anything.  You do know that me, Tom and Bobby loved
you with all our hearts, we did, and do."
            "That makes me love you all the more." He sat up in his
chair. "Teddy, come here and sit on my lap. I know you are too big, but I'd
like it anyway."  He reached out his arms to Ted, hoping the boy would
agree.
            That was the opening that Ted was waiting for, he wanted sex
with Pete so badly, since he knew it might be for the last time.  When Pete
found him a man, he wouldn't want his boys jumping his bones.  Ted also
hoped that Pete and Frank would be partners soon, Pete must be in love with
the handsome and fit man.  And he would help Frank get over his dead
partner.
            "Dad," Ted started, "do you know why I wanted to sleep with you
tonight?  I've been waiting for this ever since you can to the farm in
Iowa." He sat on Pete's thighs, his butt pushing against Pete's crotch,
though he didn't feel anything as yet.
            Pete pulled Ted against himself and kissed Ted's chest where
his shirt was open.
            "You don't know what a hard time I had keeping away from you
boys. It damn near killed me, son. The worse part was that last night when
you guys did sleep with me, your naked bodies all around me, solid flesh
and the male odor of you boys, your pheromones released to surround me with
the scents of desire.  I almost started something, but didn't want to leave
you with maybe unpleasant memories when I had left.
            "I can't tell you how pleased I was when you phoned. Unhappy
that your father had been killed, but thrilled that you all would be coming
to me. And here you are and we can be to each other as we always wanted."
Pete held Ted's face, looking into his bright blue eyes. "Ted, this could
be our last time.  I don't want to start any rumors, but I think Frank
might be the one for me, and you seemed to like Brett. You've been nervous
as a tick on a dog ever since he made a play for you."  He gave Ted a
serious look, "Do you want me to find out about Brett?"
            Ted answered that quickly, he laughed, "He told me he has an
itch up his ass that needs someone to put the fire out.  I suggest he try
some dildos or a hose up there.  I said I needed to know him better before
I would get closer. He seemed to take that pretty well. We may make it.
But he said he'd been with an older man for a while. I asked if he couldn't
dispense with the older man."
            Pete put his hand over Ted's crotch, "You ready, baby?"
            Ted leaned over to stick his tongue into Pete's mouth, "Oh,
man, I'm so ready."


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