Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 11:28:45 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/cottage-court-6
TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 6
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 Six
Pete answered the phone quickly, hoping and praying.
"Johnston Tourist Court, Pete speaking."
The voice he so wanted to hear, said, "Pete, this is Amanda
Warren."
"Hi, Amanda, I'm glad you called." Pete was panicking, afraid
but still optimistic.
She waited a moment, then, "I have good news for you, Pete, I
hope. I called Monty in New York tonight, laying out what he can expect.
First, if he doesn't stop harassing Brett immediately he will lose any
funds which he expects me to give him. He would be indicted for sexually
abusing a minor, even if the minor wanted it, and if convicted, he would go
to jail and be labeled a sexual predator.
"Second, if he makes any attempt to 'out' Brett anywhere or
anytime, he could expect the previous penalties and furthermore, any funds
he has that she could find will be frozen pending his actions. I didn't
tell him, but all the locks in this house will be changed tonight. I've
already called the locksmith who will make double time wages for that.
"Plus, he no longer may live in my house and he certainly
shouldn't bother to come back to Johnston City. He threatened me and said
he would burn down my house. He could never carry through on that, no
guts."
"Amanda, I so sorry I got you into this, I maybe should have
tried a different route, but I honestly felt that you needed to know."
"That's all right, Pete, I did need to know. I knew some of his
actions, but never thought of them involving Brett Morgan. He's a
wonderful boy."
Pete laughed, "Amanda, I think I have pair of lovers here, Brett
and Ted. I don't know how far along they are, but the looks they give each
other can't be for any other reason." He paused as Brett and Ted came into
the office. "And, they just walked in here. From their faces I think their
affair has jumped up a few steps."
Amanda heard Pete laughing more, "I've just been told they are in
love and want a room." He chuckled, "But I refused, I think they need some
restraint about now. Anyway, I do think they were joking about the room."
"Oh, Pete, that sounds wonderful. I don't know Ted, really, but I
have always loved Brett, from a distance. I don't know how his father will
take it, but I wish them the best." She thought of another item for
discussion, "Pete, Brett will need to check the mail at his house for the
next couple of days. Monty wouldn't tell me how many more packages he'd
sent to Brett's house."
"Okay, we can do that. Amanda, I have another request. Could Ted,
Brett and I look through Monty's room. We need to find the rest of the
pictures. Brett says he took a lot of them. Could we come tonight?"
"Of course, Pete, come on right now. I'll open his room for
you."
"Thanks so much, Amanda, we'll be right there."
"Bye."
Pete and the boys hurried to the Warren house and were soon
searching Monty's room on the second floor in a separate wing. The room was
crowded with expensive furniture, plus computer and electronic
equipment. It didn't take them long to find his hiding place, beneath the
bottom drawer of his bureau. Monty also had a four drawer filing
cabinet. All of them were locked, but it didn't take Pete long to break the
locks and find another trove of pornographic materials of all sorts.
Pete called Amanda on the intercom to ask if they had an
incinerator anywhere on their property. "We found a lot of pornography and
thought it might be best to burn everything."
Amanda reported that the incinerator was in the basement utility
room. "You go ahead, Pete, I am pleased to have your help. Just let me
know when you are finished."
Ted and Pete carried two large boxes of xxx-rated magazines and
other crap to the basement where they proceeded to burn Monty's stuff.
"This is a huge incinerator, Ted, I don't think it will take us
long." The large furnace made it possible to load all of the material at
once. "This must work at very high temperatures."
While Ted and Pete burned everything they found, Brett was
searching more of the room. He looked at all the CDs and DVDs for
pornography, videos and movies. He decided to take all of it to Pete's
place so they could determine whether any of it was dangerous for him.
He knew that Monty didn't know much about a computer, so he
probably wouldn't have hidden files and pictures in hidden folders
Brett had quickly gotten on Monty's computer, easy for him since
he knew the passwords. There he found pictures of himself all over the
hard drive. Since it would take a lot of work to find them all, he decided
to do a full reformat of the whole hard drive. There was only one physical
drive and he could just leave it running when they left until it finished
deleting.
Brett wished he could see Monty's face when he realized that
every one of his 'precious' bits of porn was gone. But he never wanted to
see him again, and if Mrs. Warren stuck to her threats, he wouldn't be back
in Johnston City again.
The door to Monty's room opened. Brett turned to see Ted in the
doorway. Ted smiled, "Pete is going to be in the basement for a while. I
thought I might come up to help you." He stared at Brett's crotch, "Maybe I
could help you with that." He pointed to the prominent bulge.
Brett's cock had started rising as soon as he saw Ted, scanning
his beautiful form from feet to crotch where he noted a quickly rising
lump. Brent held out his arms to Ted who shot to his now-loved friend as
if on rocket skates.
"Ted, I've missed you, you've been gone almost ten minutes." He
grinned, "That's like ten hours to me now." He clutched Ted, drawing him
close, resting his head on Ted's pecs. Ted was almost a head taller that
Brett who didn't mind at all. Brett hadn't seen Ted naked yet, but decided
they better hadn't right then.
Holding on to Brett, Ted wanted a little more, something they
hadn't done. He slid his hands between Brett's shorts and his flesh,
cupping his bare buttocks in his large hands, loving the feel of the hard
muscles and soft cheeks. That also meant that his cock was pushing against
Brett's stomach. Just like Brett, he wanted to see his love naked, see his
hot body and hotter cock. But they would have to wait, until they were back
at the Tourist Court. He knew Brett was staying with him overnight, but he
hadn't thought where they would sleep. He didn't want them to sleep in the
same cottage as Bobby, that just wouldn't work. Of course there were six
more cottages they could use, they probably won't have any guests for a
while.
Ted couldn't wait, he lowered his head to kiss Brett, a kiss that
took a while because he tried to spread Brett's lips with his tongue.
Brett gave in and soon their tongues were dueling in his mouth, each
striving to top the other. Brett found Ted's buttocks and kneaded them
with both hands.
Ted almost shot, so he pulled back, he smiled, "I almost got too
hot, Brett. Better think of anything else. He walked around Monty's room,
looking at all the sound equipment, huge speakers and monster amps. Nearby
he saw an electric guitar, "Did Monty play guitar, Brett?"
"I don't know, Teddy, he never played while I was here. He just
stuck his cock up me and when he shot, he pulled out and told me to get
out." Brett seemed sad to Ted, unhappy with the treatment he got. "He
never kissed me, never held me, or said anything loving."
"Do you still have an itch up your ass, Brett?"
"Ever since you told me you loved me, Ted, my ass had been
quiet." Brett smiled sweetly, "Maybe it's just waiting for you." Brett
waggled his ass at Ted, "Does this appeal to you, lover?"
Ted smiled and wondered, "Did you ever fuck Monty, Brett?" Ted
felt sympathy for Brett, sorry that he'd been so misused. He wanted to
make love with Brett, still thought they should wait a while.
Brett shook his head 'no'. "He wouldn't let me do that. He
fucked me and I left."
The tall blond asked again, "Brett, did Monty always use a rubber?"
Then Brett looked indignant, "I always brought condoms when I
came to this room.. I wouldn't let him touch me without a rubber. He always
wanted to go bareback, but I refused. Do you think we should be checked
for HIV?" The shorter dark haired young man, looked worried.
"Yes, I do think we should. We're both over 18 and we could go
to Lima for the test. Pete will let me have his truck. We don't have to
tell them our names at all, they give us a number and we use that when we
call for the results." Ted pulled Brett against his chest, "Brett, we'll
go when you have a day off from school." He grinned, "I guess you can't cut
school for a day, can you?"
"Well, I'd get the third degree when I got back, and that's no
fun. I could just go along with you to get stuff for your Dad. That should
work, right?" Brett was anxious to be with Ted, his whole body had become
one giant nerve ending receiving vivid sensations from Ted's grasp. Brett
had never felt any stunning shocks from Monty, but when Ted touched him,
the electricity singed his entire nervous system. Each time he felt like
crying, but held back. He didn't want Ted to think him a wuss without any
control at all.
Ted also had those same emotions when he felt Brett's body
against him. He had just as hard of a time as Brett, holding himself under
control, too. He saw a leather couch on one side of the room, "Come 'ere,
Brett, let me hold you." Ted sat on the couch and had his dark-haired dear
friend sit on his thighs. He hugged Brett to his breast, nuzzling his neck,
licking an ear.
"Oh, jeez, Teddy, I can't hold it, I'm so happy to be with you, I
think I 'm going to cry."
Ted pulled Brett even closer and he felt him sobbing. That
started Ted, "I'm gonna cry with you, love." The two young men obviously
were where they should be, with each other and in love. Their wet cheeks
were tight, brushing each other. Ted put his hand behind Brett's head,
holding it to his own, excitement rising all through his system.
"I love you so much, Ted, I've never loved anyone before like I
do you. Thank you for being my friend and maybe lover." Brett was very
worried, it seemed so easy and right, but when his father found out, Brett
might have no home. That was another reason to cry.
Those two suddenly could hear Pete's steps on the stairs leading
to Monty's room. They jumped up, wiped their faces and started more
searching.
"Hi guys, you found anything more we should get rid of?" Pete
had purposely stomped on the stairs so they would hear him and get decent
if they needed to. It was difficult to make noise on the stairs because of
the thick carpet.
Brett spoke up, "Pete, I found some CDs and DVDs which I thought
we should take to examine whether we should break them or not."
"Good idea, Brett, that we'll do." He breathed deeply, "I guess
we're finished here and it's getting late. If you will head for the truck,
I'll say goodbye to Mrs. Warren before I come out."
* * * * *
Back at the motel, Pete told them to check out the DVDs,
especially.
"Brett, do you think you might be on these? With Monty?" He was
worried about him.
Brett thought a moment, "Yes, I guess it's possible, Ted, why?"
"I don't want to see you with him, I could never get that out of
my mind. Do you see?"
"Of course, Ted, why don't I look them over by myself." Brett
took the disks into Pete's bedroom where a DVD player was and took an hour
to check them. There were quite a few of him being fucked by Monty, he knew
why Ted didn't want to see them, to see his lover having sex with someone
else, particularly Monty.
After a couple of hours searching through the Monty's CDs, Brett
found only a few showing Brett and Monty together having sex. The boy
broke all of those quickly. Finally he decided to break all the Cds since
he didn't have time to check them all. He called Ted into help him break
them, easy to be cut by the pieces. He could have just scratched the
surface, but he wanted to be perfectly sure no one could view them.
"Ted, I'm glad you didn't want to see them, I didn't like it
either." He grinned, "I'll be able to forget when I have some new
experiences of my own with someone I love."
Ted turned to Brett, holding him tightly, "Brett, you know you
will have some great sex when we finally get around to it. I'd rather wait,
just hug and snuggle, then kiss like we're trying to take out our tonsils."
He patted Brett's butt, loving their being together. They broke apart when
they heard Pete come in the office.
"Hey, guys, if you can't have some foreplay here, where can you.
It's getting late, do you want to pick out another cottage, or Bobby could
stay with me tonight." He laughed, "I promise that Bobby will not bother
you. Okay?"
Ted and Brett stared into each other's eyes, becoming zoned out
deep in those orbs. "That sounds great, Pete, I think we'd like that."
Brett was nodding in agreement, clutching Ted around his waist.
"Good, that's settled. I just thought, Brett, what will you wear
to school tomorrow? I don't know if Ted has any clothes to fit you."
"Well, Pete," Brett started, "I'll just wear the same jeans and
Ted might have a shirt I could wear and tuck it way down in.' He
snickered, "And, maybe some boxers that won't fall off of me." He held
Ted, raised his face up to his, "Think you might do that, big boy?"
Pete felt that was terminally cute and romantic, but, 'they are
young', he thought. He could still remember being that silly when he was in
love. He'd only had one abbreviated love affair, a young man in Seattle
had practically adopted him when he needed someone desperately. After a few
months, Pete decided he'd had enough of the honeymoon and wanted to be free
of the close and smothering relationship. Jerry had been cute and loving,
but had no idea of how he was suffocating Pete. He felt badly at leaving
Jerry, but called him later to learn he'd found someone else to love.
"Tell Bobby that he's to come sleep with me and let you two use
the cottage. Take some stuff with you to eat in case you get hungry." He
pointed to the pantry shelves in the kitchen, "I wouldn't want you to
starve." He grinned at them, "Give me a hug, guys." They both descended on
him, "Please don't stay up too late, be up in time to get some breakfast
before I take you to school."
"I don't ...." Brett started.
Pete broke in on Brett, "If you want to complain about breakfast,
tough, we do eat it here." He gave a laugh, giving him an extra strong
hug. Pete also noticed that Brett's eyes were getting moist, wondering if
his father ever hugged him. Just because he was a senior in high school
didn't mean he was immune to father-son closeness and demonstrative love.
He gave each a kiss on the cheek and knew Brett was completely
surprised as he did it. However he did return the kiss on Pete's cheek and
Ted did, too.
Pete gave each a swat on the butt as they turned to get some
snacks from the pantry. He did give a slight warning, "And guys, whatever
you do, please be careful."
Brett and Ted raced past, gave Pete a light pat on his butt as
they ran to their cottage.
Not two minutes later Bobby swung through the office doorway,
pleased to be sleeping with his Dad. He was only wearing a pair of
lightweight sleep shorts and carrying his worn out small brown bear,
otherwise naked. "Hey, Dad, let's get to bed."
The grin on Bobby's face pleased Pete, he could have wept from
love and affection.
They locked up and turned off the lights except for the office,
in case a weary traveler wanted a room. A bell stayed on the counter in
the office, just in case. Pete was just a little concerned that they'd had
no visitors as yet. Shaking his head in wonder, he turned to go to the
bedroom where Bobby was waiting. After stripping to his boxers, he slid
between the sheets and pulled Bobby close, hugging his boy.
* * * * *
If Pete had taken time to look in on Tim and Tom in Cottage #2,
he'd have found them wrapped around each other and could see they were
absolutely naked and hard, too. However, by that time they were asleep,
and relaxing from their previous sexual loving..
Earlier in the evening they had gone into a 69 position, each
bringing the other to a roaring explosion of their love portions. Both
were delighted to have the other's rod in their mouths, loving the taste
and flavor of precum, and eventually their seed.
"Did you swallow mine, Tim?" Tom was anxious when he swallowed
Tim's if it was the right thing.
Tim answered, "Of course, Tommy, I love yours. It's yummy." He
giggled and turned around on the bed so they could hug face to face. While
sucking Tom off, Tim had pressed his fingers between Tom's buttocks,
feeling around his little bud there. When he pushed inside, he started
Tom's cumming which led to his own burst of streams into Tim's mouth.
While hugging each other, the boys kissed and exchanged vows of
love as they caressed their partner's naked body, genitals and especially
butt. For the moment that was all they wanted to do. All those sensations
gave them a grand release of their sexual selves. Within moments, they
were asleep and dreaming about the young man in their arms.
* * * * *
Pete and Frank had agreed on that night to have supper and
talk. After a few postponements when one or the other had to cancel,
usually Frank, they agreed on Friday. The boys had been fed early, Pete
had a special dinner for Frank and hoped he liked it. Of course the boys
had teased him about his 'boy friend' and how he should put Spanish fly in
his food.
The evening was warm, harvest moon and trees just starting to
turn colors for their impending whirl to earth. Pete was waiting outside
the office, idly puttering with the flags and signs for the Tourist Court's
grand reopening. He sure hoped they would be busy registering visitors to
Johnston City before long.
Frank soon drove in the drive and parked next to Ted's old car,
still not running. Pete was beside Frank's car as he opened the door. He
couldn't resist giving Frank a hug which was returned, but conscious of
their open air stage, let go and patted Frank on the back. He was pleased
to feel the muscles bunch up along his spine. His dick started twitching,
'Oh no,' he thought, 'I don't want to rush anything here'.
"Come in, Frank, everything is ready." He grinned, "I fed the
animals around here before so we shouldn't be interrupted."
Frank put an arm on Pete's shoulders, "That's great, Pete, I was
hoping we could talk alone, maybe have questions and answers to request
tonight."
Pete so loved Frank's grip on his shoulder as they entered the
office, continuing to the dining room by the kitchen. "Have a seat there,
Frank, I'll bring everything in, it's all ready, just keeping warm."
Soon they were sitting, side by side, at the table, distributing
the food; roast beef, mashed potatoes, asparagus tips and tossed salad.
For a few minutes the two men explored their food, Frank commenting on the
wonderful flavors, mainly the delicious meat and asparagus. Pete had
prepared a nice red wine to go with the beef, not too much since he didn't
want to have a slightly loaded young man on his hands. He needn't have
worried, Frank just sipped carefully and slowly.
"Pete, I have enjoyed meeting you, and your boys, so much. You
know I've been alone for well over a year, and finally decided I had to get
out of my rut." He ate some more beef, "I promise not to talk much about
Jim, he and I were so close, but he is gone now and won't come back. I
regret that, deeply, but he is fading from my mind and that's how it should
be. There is no shrine to him in my house, or my heart. I want you to know
that."
"I understand, Frank, I wish I could have known him, but again
that wish is futile."
"Anyway, Pete, I have been around you enough to know we are much
alike, and different, too, but I am very attracted to you, Pete, I mean
that with all my senses, and I've enjoyed meeting and getting to know your
sons. I would like the chance to learn to love you with the possibility of
having you love me. I would also like to show you of my love."
Pete smiled, "The boys have been threatened with death or being
grounded for life, whichever comes first, if they come in the building
except the office tonight. It would have to be an extreme emergency that
would prompt them to come in." He put his hand on Frank's nearest
shoulder, "I think we can count on being by ourselves."
The two young men had finished eating and were just sipping their
coffee. They looked at each other most of the time, until Frank put his
hand behind Pete's neck, pulling his head toward him, finally kissing his
lips lightly and tenderly.
Pete just thought of what he wanted to ask Frank about. "Frank, I
hate to disturb our progress, but I found these keys in the desk, my uncle
Peter's. I thought they may be keys for a safety deposit box. Am I right?"
"Oh, yes, Pete, you are. And, I think these are from my
bank. I'll have to check these at the bank. See, there is a number on each
key, all eight keys. Do you think it might be your uncle's boxes?"
Pete laughed, "That's what I think, or hope, I guess. Some more
money would help."
"Okay, Pete, I'll give you a call when I find out." Frank was
thinking that Pete would get a lot more calls than that one, he wanted to
keep the fires burning between them.
They kissed again, even more lovingly.
"Oh, man, Frank, I'd like to do that again, but in another
room. Okay?"
Frank helped Pete to clean the table, put dishes in the
dishwasher, and start it.
"Would you like a little brandy, Frank, I like it after a meal?"
"Sure, Pete, that would be great. Haven't had any in quite a
while." He snickered, "Brandy, I mean." Frank smiled at his joke.
Pete put his arm around Frank's waist, narrow and taut, no excess
poundage there. He led the way into his bedroom after being sure the door
was locked. "How about relaxing on the bed, Frank, it's pretty
comfortable?" Frank smiled, knowing what was on Pete's mind, the same
thing that was on his own mind.
They lay on their sides, facing the other, not touching, but not
very distant.
They spoke quietly, revealing details of their lives, likes and
dislikes, finally committing themselves to words of affection and, maybe,
real love.
As these words flowed from one to the other, their bodies
gradually came closer until each had two arms around the neighbor.
"Pete, I don't know how far you want to go, but I'm with you no
matter what."
Pete was a bit scared, afraid to push Frank away, or afraid of
going too fast for him.
"Frank, if I'm doing something you aren't in agreement, please
tell me right away."
"That's a given, Pete, and it goes both ways."
Within a few minutes the two men were naked, hugging each other,
kissing as if there was a limit to be soon enforced.
Pete froze when he heard a car, then another, pass closely, and
voices in the office. Frank had heard it too.
"Pete, should we quit, should we get dressed?"
"No, Frank. My boys are well able to handle anything. Maybe we
might have some guests. Don't worry, they haven't called for help so all
is well." He grinned evilly, "Let's get back to our former posture."
The two men were very close, hands and arms caressing them,
discovering all they could about their partner. That meant exploring
backs, thighs and buttocks, all the while kissing faces and necks.
Pete was becoming aware of Frank's scent, his man aura but also
his personal aroma. Finally, he pushed Frank on his back and hovered atop
his body, licking his nipples, giving a nip or two on the nubs. Frank's
were quarter-sized, dark red areolas with pointed little protuberances he
could lick with the tip of his tongue.
Meanwhile, Frank was exploring Pete's buttocks, feeling their
melon-like shapes and delving lightly in the crevasse between. His fingers
recognized the warmth, the moistness, and strands of hair buried there.
One finger found the pinkish circle, wrinkled oval, and very gently pushed
inside a little. Pete groaned, moaned, "Oh, Frank that's great."
Finally they each braved the other's crotch where they found a
hard, solid cock, pulsing and dripping from the urethra opening, sensing
the thin satin skin of the shaft and the swollen, deep red glans on the
tip. What Pete felt seemed to be huge, longer than his own and thicker,
too. He couldn't help, he leaned back until he could see their cocks, lined
up and looking as matching as could possibly be.
Frank did the same, "Pete, from the touch, I was sure you were
much bigger than me, but I guess we've run a dead heat. They seem to be
twins." He smiled, "How could that be?"
"Something to do with the Johnston-Warren genes, maybe?" Pete
reminded him that the Johnstons and Warrens had intermingled in Johnston
City for eons.
"Geez, Pete, the heads are shaped alike, shafts the same look. I
look at yours and I'm seeing mine from another angle I've only seen in a
mirror." He chuckled, "This is amazing."
Pete started to turn around on the bed until his head was at
Frank's crotch, "Maybe we can get a taste this way," he held Frank's cock
to his lips, "we could check on the heads," he licked the juicy glans, "and
precum and maybe other fluids, hmmm."
Frank sank Pete's pulsing cock into his mouth, while Pete dipped
his head so Frank's cock was hitting the back of his throat.
"Mmmm, Frank, that's quality, fine fluids there, tasting as
wonderful as the taste of your lips."
Both men were extremely excited, aroused so tight they reached
the limit, felt the excited shocks zooming through their bodies until each
tasted the outpourings of seed into their mouth. They rested against each
other, holding tightly, their bodies merged in love and adoration..
"Pete?"
"Yeah."
"Loved your taste!"
"Me, too."
"What do we do now? I had only been with Jim, no one else, not
before or after."
Pete considered their position. "Well, Frankie boy, I would sort
of like to do it again." He chuckled, "That is if you are up to it?"
'Well there is something else we could do?'
Pete figured what Frank was talking about, but, "If you don't
mind I think we should wait for that. That is very special to me and I'd
like to wait for just the right time. Okay?"
"Sure, Pete, I'll wait for you. I'll gladly wait. But I do want
you inside me soon." Frank had given himself to Pete by that time. And he
felt that Pete had done the same, but was holding back a bit, a little
afraid about commitment, of being hurt.
Pete seemed to know what Frank was thinking, and would have
agreed with him. He figured that Frank was coming on just a little strong,
though, honestly to himself, he knew he would want to be with Frank, for
good. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to give himself time.
"Okay, Pete, I'm ready for another session, another expression of
our love."
* * * * *
Pete and Frank finished up again, cumming at the same time,
serving up their fill of creme d'testicule, hot, exotic fluids for their
partner. Then they slept an hour or so, after having many times. They
dressed each other, ready to face the boys whom they were sure were waiting
to hear whatever they could.
As soon as Pete unlocked the door, it was pushed in by three
excited boys.
"Hey, guys, how was it?' That was Tim and Tom.
"Whoa, Frank, you gonna be my second Dad?" That was from Bobby.
Pete held up his hand. "Boys, let's have a little couth
here. Nothing has changed yet, but we've figured out some things may change
in the future. That's all, no more questions. I should have known you'd be
close, waiting around."
Frank looked at the boys, "I'll tell you guys this much, love was
mentioned. Is that good enough for now?" He mussed some hair has he walked
between them. "Hey, what was happening out here, we heard all the
noise. Did you get some customers?"
Ted spoke up, "Dad, believe this, we are full up, six cottages
filled. Looked like mostly travelers, nothing that seemed over our limits.
Did you get that - we're filled. And I turned on the no vacancy sign."
Pete hugged Ted, "Man, that is great. This, I feel, is going to
be a moneymaker. I've been hoping."
Frank walked to Ted, held out his hand for a shake. However, Ted
grabbed Frank in his arms, "Thanks, Frank, you are going to be in the
center of this gang, just wait, you'll see." Ted could feel that Frank
still had a hardon down his leg, 'Hey', he thought, 'he's as big as Dad.'
"Frank, this Saturday these guys will be my adopted sons after
the court session. I want you to be there, man, more than anything. Will
you?"
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." He knelt and gave Tim, Tom and
Bobby hugs, "I'll be there and I want to take us out to celebrate. Did you
hear that, Pete? I'm doing it, so don't worry about a thing."
Pete was practically crying again, "Thanks, Frank, I think you
will soon be stuck with this whole family soon. No choice." He hugged
Frank and kissed him. The room was filled with whistles, cat-calls and
cheers.
"Pete, I have to go, I promised to help Aunt Amanda with her
problem son. I'll let you all know that happens." He bent for a kiss from
each boy, then hugged Ted again for another kiss. He waved as he left the
office.
"Dad," Tom said, "He is great, I know he'll be a good Dad for
us." Tom felt that Frank wouldn't be too hard to deal with. Later he
would be surprised.
Pete smiled, knowing what Tom was thinking, "Yes, I'm sure he
will be, son, maybe better than you could possibly imagine."
"Now, Ted, let me see the registration cards. What kind of people
have we here?"
* * * * *
The next day, Pete had a call from Amanda.
"Hi, Amanda,"
"Hello, Pete, I just wanted to remind you of the court date on
Saturday, 11 am. By the way you might want to get each of the boys a new
suit so they can look dapper. I think it will be a walk in the park, but
surprising things have happened before. I hope they don't this time."
"Thanks for the suggestions, Amanda, and for reminding us of the
court date. I know we all will be very pleased to have this done.
Especially, me." He had trouble keeping a hold on his emotions, so happy
that he would have his boys legal, and all. "I'll close the motel on
Saturday, won't have any business on that morning after 10."
"Pete, you deserve your boys, you have been so good to them, and
I know they appreciate your help."
"Thanks, but I'm having a hard time holding on here, Amanda, I'll
talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure, Pete, you go have a good cry. Bye."
Pete couldn't help himself, he sat in his kitchen at the table,
dripping tears into his coffee. He was thinking, 'this has to work, what
would I do if I didn't have my boys. Just a few months ago, I had no boys
and now I have four wonderful ones. How could I be so lucky?'
Suddenly he felt Ted's arms around him from behind, "What's
wrong, Dad, can I help?"
Pete sniffed, blew his nose, "Yes, Teddy, come sit beside me."
"Just let me know what's going on?"
"Amanda Warren just called to remind me of our court date for the
adoptions next Saturday. That's for all three of you." He started
dripping tears again, "Sorry, son, I just can't seem to help it, I'm so
happy to have you all." Pete dropped his head to the table on his folded
arms.
Ted wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be-legal Dad, "Hey, Dad,
don't be sad, we'll try to help you."
"Teddy, I'm not unhappy, I'm thrilled and can't believe my luck."
Ted hugged Pete harder, he bent over his back, laying his cheek
against Pete's, "Dad, you weren't just lucky, man, we are the ones who have
been lucky, we couldn't have found anyone as good to take our real dad's
place, but you. We love you so much, even if the adoption didn't go
through, we'd stay with you, somehow." He rubbed Pete's back, gently
massaging his taut muscles.
Soon Pete was breathing heavily, so Ted left him to round up his
brothers. He found them in Tim and Tom's cottage, talking about their
school day.
"Hey, guys. I need you. Come on!"
All three talked at once, "What is it, what's going on?" Tim was
wondering about his dad, was something wrong?
"Will you guys sit down and shut up!" Ted was irritated. They
did.
"Mrs. Warren called to remind Dad of this Saturday when we are
going to be adopted by him. We have to be at the courthouse then. Dad is
going to buy all of us new suits so we look good to the judge.
"Now, he is feeling so happy and so emotional that he is crying
in the kitchen. We need to go cheer him up. Right?"
"Yeah, let's go, get Dad." Tim, Tom and Bobby followed Ted to
the office kitchen.
"Dad, Dad, you gonna get us each a suit?" Bobby cried as they
reached Pete.
Pete woke up from his little nap, trying to keep his emotions
from boiling over. "Yes, Bobby, you all get a new suit, even Tim, my
already adopted son." Tim smiled, he hadn't thought he'd get a suit. "We
better get moving so the suits will be ready on Saturday."
* * * * *
At the mens' clothing store Pete watched as each of his boys was
stripped to his shorts and a dress shirt, fitted with a good-looking suit
of the latest style. Though most men never wear a suit, there were
occasions where Pete felt they needed one, especially on Saturday. Of
course Bobby, Tim and Tom would need suits again after they have grown to
their full size, but Pete felt now was the time. Tim and Tom might not
grow a whole lot, and they might use an old one of Ted's.
All four of them wanted to wear their suits home right
then. Fortunately none of them needed extensive alterations, just minor
adjustments which could be completed in a few moments. As these handsome
young men followed him to his truck, Pete felt shabby and out of line, but
he could correct that on Saturday.
The time until Saturday passed quickly and the six men sat in the
courtroom where the adoptions would take place. Pete was so pleased at how
handsome and wonderful his boys looked. He's had to tie four ties, none of
them had ever worn one. He was especially pleased that Frank had come
along. He nervously watched the judge talked to his young men one at a
time, Ted, then Tom and finally Bobby in his room. They heard the judge
laughing at something Bobby said to him. He thought, 'I hope Bobby didn't
screw up'.
The judge and Bobby returned to the courtroom, the judge
returning to his bench.
He whacked the desk with his gavel, "I will tell you of my
decision."
Pete almost panicked at that, what is it? What is it?" He looked
at Amanda who was smiling at him and nodding her head
"I am most pleased to award to Mr. Peter Johnston the custody of
these wonderful young men as his adopted sons, fully entitled and legal as
hell," (titters in the audience), "and they are his to raise and enjoy for
the rest of their lives." Then he addressed himself to the sons, "And you,
young men, are directed to love this man and give him your trust and
confidence for the rest of his life."
"All of them wanted to have their last name changed to Johnston,
so they will be Bobby Stone Johnston, Tom Stone Johnston and Ted Stone
Johnston as of right now. Bobby wondered if he could have Nintendo as his
middle name, but I talked him out of it."
"This session of the court is adjourned, thank you all." He
rapped the gavel again, sharply.
* * * * *
Frank Warren led everyone to the restaurant across the street. He
wanted some place where the boys could get what they wanted; burgers, fries
and Mountain Dew. He would have liked a fancier restaurant, but wanted to
please the young men, probably soon to be his, too. He couldn't imagine a
more thrilling change in his life. He was a bit concerned where he and
Pete would live. He didn't particularly want to live at the Tourist Court
since he owned a two story brick home with loads of room. Maybe they could
all live in his home. That would be perfect.
Thinking further, more realistically, maybe he should sell his
house and he and Pete get another which would be 'their's', not his or
Pete's. That might be the better way to go. They would need four bedrooms
since Ted and Brett could be together, Tom and Tim, the same and Bobby
would deserve his own room. That will all depend on how things ran.
The restaurant was beginning to fill up with business people from
the neighborhood. Even the Judge stopped to talk to them. "Boys, I'm so
happy I could please you all. I know I'll hear a lot from your family." He
turned to Frank, "Say, Frank, I'm happy, too, to see you out and
socializing again. You are looking very good, by the way, much better now."
He winked at Frank and smiled. After pats on Frank's and Pete's backs, he
left them to their celebrating.
The boys were having a ball, eating huge amounts and teasing and
riding everyone. Everyone except Pete. Pete was having a very hard time,
tears frequently sliding down his cheeks in his joy and relief that they
were finally 'his' boys. He hardly ate anything, but Frank sat with his
arm around Pete's shoulder, trying to bring him into their circle.
Finally Bobby piped up, "Daddy, if you aren't going to eat, can I
have your hamburger?"
That word, 'Daddy', got Pete out of his emotional funk, he looked
at Bobby, "No way, Jose, you've eaten two already." Frank gave Pete a
handkerchief to wipe his face. "And you," he whispered, "Frank, better come
home with us, I'm desperate for another 'fix' of your affection." He
grinned suggestively, wondering what might happen there.
Ted groaned, "Oh, boys, look out. They're at it again." He
patted his Dad's back, egging him on.
Frank stood, "Are we all finished? I'm in a hurry," He grinned,
"Let's go home. I'm getting the check and you guys head for the truck and
my car." He walked to the cashier while the boys left, giggling and
cackling, surmising what their Dad and Frank will be doing. Or what they
think might happen.
* * * * *
Before long, Frank and Pete were ensconced in Pete's bedroom,
naked and hugging desperately, but Pete still didn't want to go any farther
yet. He caressed Frank's hard body, lovingly massaging the bold muscles he
found, so pleased to have found this man.
Pete grabbed their hard, throbbing cocks together, slowly sliding
along their lengths, his thumb slipping over their heads, aided by the
slick precum.
"Little man, you are a person I will love for a long time,
probably forever, if that is agreeable for you."
"Pete!" He resented being called 'little man', "If you will
check out those cocks in your hand, you will find they are the same size.
Jim always said my cock was outsized for my body and I say yours should be
longer relatively. Maybe 'yours' better grow a bit." He smiled and kissed
Pete on his wet lips. "I love you, Pete, with all my body and mind, and I
would like to keep you forever." Frank remembered how he had loved Jim,
but sensed he was more 'IN LOVE' with Pete. Someday he might tell him
that.
An aura around them had the aromas of sex mixed with other bodily
scents and this combination affected their arousal and excitement, forcing
pre-climax juices from their organs. Pete asked Frank to roll over on his
stomach, relaxing while Pete massaged his limbs and torso, pressing kisses
on his skin and flesh. Pete spread Frank's legs and crawled between
them. His head went over his upper thighs, his tongue raising the hair on
those thighs. He continued moving upward until his tongue was tickling
Frank's hairless balls, solid but not too large.
Pete worked over them, licking and sucking until he accepted them
both in his mouth, licking the soft, delicate covering of the scrotum,
wrapping his tongue around his mouthful of Frank's precious testicles.
From there Pete moved his tongue up over the perineum, hairy but so
sensitive to the touch.
Pete took one butt cheek in each hand. While still licking the
space between Frank's balls and his anus, he pulled those cheeks wide
apart, revealing Frank's wrinkled ass hole, light pink but surrounded by a
darker areola of a deeper red. His searching tongue found the path and
soon was laying a cover of saliva all throughout the crevice of his rear
end. Pete continued licking from balls to coccyx at the base of his spinal
column.
Frank had been moaning in delight with Pete's ministrations to
his body. But finally he had to speak. "Pete."
"Mmmm."
"Petey, I want you to make love to me, to my love hole, please.
It's been so long, babe, I have learned that you know how and I'm in great
need, desperately impoverished with longing. Can you do it, Petey?"
Pete was joyous that Frank wanted him. "Of course, I can and
will, my mate. After I prepare you for it, I will do my best for you, but
I want you on your back. I want to watch your face when I do, and kiss your
luscious lips."
Pete had all the necessaries in his bedside table, the lube, the
condoms and a cream with a gentle analgesic. After pushing Frank's legs
onto his chest, Pete swabbed again Frank's ass chasm with his tongue,
sticking it partway up his asshole. More moans from Frank, "Oh, Petey,
love me, tongue me, but get your dick in there as fast as you can."
Pete smiled, looking down on Frank's hot body and handsome
face. He thought, 'Hot damn, I am the luckiest man on earth. I couldn't
ask for anything more.' He took the jar of albolene, taking a hunk on his
fingers which the next moment were forcing their way into Frank's anus,
swiveling around to spread the lube. Frank's sphincter gave way after he
had been able to relax the area, admitting Pete's fingers inside, a little
touchy, but not bad considering how long ago his last fuck had been.
After greasing up his hard, solid cock, he set the head against
Frank's anus, flicking ahead his pelvis to sink the head. Frank hissed,
inhaling quickly, just a bit anxious about how it would all turn out.
"Easy, Petey, take it real slow, it's been almost two years."
"I will, man, I'll go very slow but it will take all my control.
You are so hot, man, so wild and so like a volcano's mouth in there." He
leaned over to kiss Frank, tonguing his lips, sucking them, too.
Frank was breathing heavily, feeling as if he were going to be
split in two, but relying on Pete to be careful. His last fuck with Jim
had been the night before he got the diagnosis and prognosis of his cancer.
After that, Jim couldn't take it, even though he said he wanted it. So,
Frank didn't try anymore, respecting Jim's wishes. They did suck each
other off for a while, but before long the appeal for that also vanished
for Jim.
"Oh, my god, Petey, I hope you are all the way in. Right?"
"No, Frankie, but almost. Just a little more." Pete wanted so
badly to ram his cock deep inside his lover and pound away as long as he
could. He could already feel the flood rampaging inside his crotch,
getting set to explode out of his glans.
Finally Pete lay on top of Frank, spreading his bent legs, and
just snapped his pelvis plus his cock directly to the bottom of Frank's
manhole. They kissed while Pete continued his motion in and out, shove and
draw, Frank's sphincter gripped when he retracted. The motion and clench
of Pete's cock was bringing Frank's excitement to a high level, he was
almost ready to shoot.
Both men were sweating in the warm bedroom, reveling in the feel
of each other's body, the flesh and sensitivity made their skin crawl,
sending electric shocks between and around them. Pete hung on to Frank
tightly, his arms and hands clutching his reddened skin, flushed with the
sexual entity of their being.
Pete kissed all over Frank's face, his shoulders and neck. He
began to growl 'ungh' each time he thrust into the amazing body underneath
him, usually Frank answered with his own rumble from his gut.
"Oh, Petey, I'm cumming ... cumming hard! Help me, I need to
break out!"
Pete lifted enough to grab Frank's cock between them, rubbing it
in time with his pushes into Frank's rear. "Is this it, Frank, what you
need?"
"Yeah, that's it, now cum with me, cum in me, Petey, hurry I'm
almost there."
Pete took Frank at his word and started pounding his ass, ramming
to the bottom until his balls were whacking Frank's buttocks. Only a few
seconds of that were needed to bring Pete off, sending his spasms of cum
shooting into Frank's rectum, on into his guts where the seed babies spread
all around.
Frank was gripping Pete's shoulders with a clutch of iron. He
could feel the pulsing of Pete's cock, each stream of semen decorating the
walls of his innards, but hardly cooling him at all. He slowly relaxed,
let his limbs ease off as his breathing and heart beat became less frantic.
Pete was doing the same, but quickly raised on his elbows so
Frank could breathe. His stomach was stuck to Frank's, his seed sticking to
both men. Frank knew he would remember this loving as long as he lived.
His asshole was smarting and aching but he thought it was a small price to
pay for Pete's loving.
"Frank, I'm going to pull out now. Can you hold it for a while?"
"Yes, I think. I don't think I've ever had a better loving,
Petey, and I mean for my whole life. Jim never was able to bring me off
like you have, even at the beginning of our relationship."
"I'm so pleased, Frank, I know now that I'm in love with you,
deeply felt and for good."
Frank pulled Pete's head down so he could kiss and suck his lips,
"Me, too, Petey, and I'm so happy."
Pete lay on his back beside Frank, he leaned over Frank's crotch
to suck in his cock, covered with cum, his cum. He took it in to the root,
his nose brushing Frank's pubes, soft and dark, also covered with his
juice.
" Petey, I know we'll have a number of things to work out, but
... listen to this ... I want to be with you forever. I've been thinking
since you moved back to town, and I can't think of anything else I would
want, to love you, to be with you and the same for your whole family."
Frank had been speaking, rather mumbling, so Pete checked him out. He found
that tears were running down Frank's cheeks, his eyes full of them. "I
never thought I would be this happy, ecstatic and thrilled. Stay with me,
Petey."
Pete licked the tears off Frank's cheeks, "I will never leave
you, Frank, you are my lodestone, the direction of my life. I am in love
with you, Frank, I want you, I need you and I'll never part from you. They
clung together, melding their bodies, merging them with their strong arms.
They were both kissing while dripping tears on themselves and each other.
After a few minutes, Pete decided their next action would be in
the shower.
"Come on, Frank let's get cleaned up, we are sort of stinky, I
would say."
In a daze they spent the next 10 minutes in the shower,
fortunately it was bigger than most so they could enjoy washing the other's
body, everywhere, especially in the hidden places.
Pete was able to dry Frank's slender, handsome body, well-muscled
but not heavily. He dried his back and down to his butt. It was a perky
one, full and well-rounded. He inspected between the cheeks, checking his
anus.
"How's it feel, Frank?"
Frank smiled lovingly, "I'll let you know later, Petey, I loved
your cock but I have a feeling it will smart a bit in a while. But, I
won't mind at all."
"Okay, we better dress and let the monsters in. They'll want to
know everything that happened, but ... " he scrunched up his face, "we
won't tell them, will we?" They hugged closely, murmuring love bites into
their ears.
Pete and Frank were amazed when they walked into the office. Ted
was stationed at the counter, waiting for the next visitor. Tim and Tom
seemed to be using a calculator to check the money in the register. And
Bobby was at the table reading a magazine about motels in the state looking
for ideas which might help their motel.
All of them were purposely ignoring Pete and Frank, not even
saying hello, staying mum.
Pete and Frank looked around at the boys, wondering, but didn't
want to disturb them. Pete led the way outside without speaking,
disregarding all the boys. They hadn't gone ten yards before all four boys
flew out the door, running to catch up.
"Hey, Pete and Frank, what goes on here? You ignored us. What
happen ...?" That was Tim.
"Yeah, what's the problem, guys, wha cha been doin'?" That time
Tom spoke.
Ted gave his thoughts, "Hey, Dad, we're real sons, now. Talk to
us."
Pete turned to Frank, "Gee, these guys were all so busy when we
went through. Would I be so wrong if I thought they might have been
listening to Frank and me. Huh?"
Ted only said, "No, we were just working quietly." He couldn't
keep a sober face, he started giggling, "Well, we may have listened a
little." Then he started laughing, being accompanied by Tim, Tom and
Bobby. "Sorry, Dad, we tried but didn't hear anything. That's the truth."
Ted quieted, somber, "Frank and Dad, I'm sorry, I should have told the boys
to get out, but I didn't. They weren't goofing around though." His
pleading eyes reached his father.
Pete calmed him, "Ted, don't worry, we're not angry. We love
you, don't we, Frank?"
Frank moved to Ted, threw his arm around his neck and put him
into a headlock then gave him a noogie. "Ouch, ouch, man." Ted was
complaining. Frank released him, "Like I was telling Pete, Teddie, I love
him." He smiled at Ted, "And that means I love you, too." He faced Ted,
hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Teddie, I honestly do love you. But
not more than I do my Petey." Frank grinned at Ted, "Can you deal with
that?"
Ted showed all his brilliant white teeth, regular and aligned.
He also whispered in Ted's ear, "I can handle that, Frank, and I'm glad you
will be our other Dad. That's really sweet." he gave Frank a tighter
squeeze.
Pete hollered, "Hey, guys, let's take this inside, we may have
guests soon. Okay?"
* * * * *
Two days later, Frank called Pete. "Hi, hon, I got some good
news for you if you'd care to come see me at the bank."
"Really good news, Frank?"
"Super news, bud. Come on, hon, quick as a bunny. See you!"
Frank hung up.
Pete had no qualms about going to the bank. "Hey, Ted, I'm going
to the bank, can you take over the desk?"
"Uh-huh, right, Dad, I know you just want to see Frank. Want a
little ass, do you?"
Pete was a little miffed with Ted. "Sonny boy, you better watch
your mouth, I love you but don't test my patience."
Ted looked toward the ground, embarrassed, "Dad, I'm sorry, I
know I shouldn't have said that, but I was just playing. Please don't be
unhappy with me." He looked sadly at Pete.
Pete hugged his son, "Don't worry, Ted, if you said that when we
were alone, it could have been fine. Frank and I can take teasing, son,
just watch where you say it. Okay?"
"Sure, Dad, I'm sorry. I'll watch it." He kissed his Dad on the
cheek. "Now, go get Frank and see what he wants." Ted patted his Dad's
bottom, "I'll never forget." He was thinking about his sex with his Dad.
"I'll see you later, Teddie, love you." Heading out of the office
door, Pete smiled and patted Ted's butt, too. "See you."
Pete went through the bank entrance, headed for Frank's
desk. Frank didn't say anything but waved him to follow to the vault.
Frank was smiling broadly, "Pete, these keys of yours are for
eight boxes here in the vault. I tried those keys just to see if they
worked and they're good. Now, Pete, I asked the vice- president of the
bank to witness what we do. That will give us a witness. He'll be here in
a moment."
"Hi, Frank, are you ready to go?"
"Yes sir." Then he introduced Pete, "Sir, this is Pete Johnston
who owns the Johnston Tourist Court. Peter Johnston was his uncle." He
indicated the keys, Pete found these keys in the motel desk where his uncle
must have left them. "So, far, I've found eight boxes which the keys fit. I
wanted you to verify what we do. Is that okay?"
"Sure, Frank, go ahead and open them," the vice president
indicated.
Using the bank keys, too, Frank opened the boxes, setting them on
the table in the vault. One by one, they removed the contents, piles of
currency plus an income tax return showing where the tax was paid on those
piles of cash.
"Frank, so you want some help counting?"
"I don't think so, sir. With the dollar machine we have, we can
do that quickly. If you would stay a little longer until we get a total.
Ten minutes later the cash was totally accounted for. "Pete, the
total for each box was 100,000 dollars. From the income tax forms, we know
this belonged to Mr. Peter Johnston, uncle of Mr. Pete Johnston here and it
seems all taxes were paid to the government.
"What do we do now?" Pete asked, assuming the cash would be his.
The vice president suggested, "Pete, you might best find a very
good tax lawyer. Since you are the only heir of Peter Johnston, deceased,
the money should belong to you. Your lawyer will recommend a certain
procedure, but I don't think you'll have any problem."
"Thank you, sir, I'll do that. Will you put the money and all the
tax forms into an escrow account. Does this go to a probate judge? "
"Yes."
"How long do you think it might take? And could you recommend a
lawyer I might use?"
The banker smiled, "That's hard to tell. A few weeks, maybe." He
frowned, "I'm not supposed to recommend lawyers, but does the name 'Jensen'
ring a bell?"
"You mean Dwight Jensen? The man nodded, "I went to high school
with him."
"If I were you, I'd promise him a percentage, maybe 10%."
"Thanks."
Pete and Frank left the vault after the cash was sequestered.
"First thing, we go see Dwight."
* * * * *
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