Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 18:51:59 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Tourist Motor Court/cottage-court-8

          Ted and Brett made it to supper with Pete and the boys just in
time.  Pete noticed their still slightly wet hair, assuming correctly they
had showered, probably after playing in bed.  He smiled at both of them,
giving them the sign language for 'I Love You'.  They returned Pete's sign
with the same one.  The boys around the table with Pete were noisy, talking
non-stop about their day.  Ted and Brett weren't paying attention to them.
Ted and Brett said nothing, just sat, ate and smiled at each other.  Brett
finally remembered what his Dad said he should tell Pete.
          "Pete."
          Pete nodded.
          "My Dad said to tell you that you saved my butt this morning. He
said that."  Brett felt proud of even remembering his words, and proud of
how he conducted himself that day. He was sure tomorrow would be even
better. He realized that some students would always hate and fear him,
though he was sure he could eventually win the greater percentage of them.
          "Brett, I hope you will tell me how I was able to accomplish
that.  Saving your butt must rank up with the discovery of penicillin or
the New World."
          Brett giggled, caressed Ted's thigh and gazed at him dreamily.
The other boys were unable to see his hand so close to Ted's crotch, the
crotch which was expanding mightily.
          When the meal was finished, Brett and Ted helped rinse the dishes
to go into the dishwasher and also clear the table of debris.  Then, they
attacked Pete, giving him their humongous, most expressive and thankful
hugs.
          Brett whispered, "What did you do for Dad?"
          "Why don't you ask your dad when you call him to explain what you
and Ted have been messing around since school was out."  He gave Brett
another firm and loving hug. Brett turned completely crimson, blushing from
head to foot.
          Ted pulled his cell phone from his pocket, "Come on, Brett, let's
go outside for a bit."
          They walked a ways into the wood, surrounded by large maple and
oak boles. They sat on the trunk of an ancient fallen maple, side by side
and touching as much as possible.
          "Hi, Dad?"
          "That's me, son."
          "Pete told me to ask you how he'd saved my butt." Brett was most
curious to find out.
          Harry Morgan described the talk he and Pete had that morning and
what Pete correctly suggested he should do about it.  "And I fired my
secretary today, she was the one who spread the news about you.  I should
have done it a long ago.  Couldn't stand the woman."
          "You mean he kept you from announcing me being gay to the whole
school?"
          "Well, yeah. But of course I was planning to give the speech I
did give when you were there."
          Brett was stunned his dad had even thought of doing that, but he
didn't tell his father.  "Okay, Dad, I understand, and I'm supposed to tell
you what Ted and I were doing after I got to the motel after classes."  He
tried to put the words together first, but just blurted it to his father.
"Dad, Ted made love to me in Cottage #8 at the motel.  I'm sure you don't
want every detail, but Dad it was the most wonderful day of my life, and I
was expecting my day to be the most horrible."
          Brett looked at Ted sitting next to him, "I'm looking into his
eyes and thanking him for loving me besides being there for me to love.  No
one will ever take your place in my life, Dad, but he is s big part, too.
Does that sound hurtful to you?"
          "No, son, I think it sounds marvelous, I'm so pleased for you and
Ted. Let me talk to him for a minute, please."  Brett passed the phone to
his lover.
          "Hi."
          "Hi yourself, Ted, I just want you to know how pleased I am for
you and Brett. I realize he's ready to burst right now, but I think you two
need to stay together tonight.  If I understand correctly, this will be a
brief honeymoon night for you.  Right?"
          "Yeah, I guess it is. I love your son more that I can express and
I think he feels the same way."  Brett yelled in the phone, "Yes, Dad I
do."
          "So, Mr. Morgan ... " Harry broke in on Ted's statement.
          "Ted, I'm either Harry or Dad to you from now on. I never thought
of having a son-in-law but I know you will be a fine one.  Love you, Ted,
enjoy. Just be sure you take good care of my boy, okay?"
          "Sure. Thanks, ah ...  Dad. Hey, that makes four Dads I have
including my real father who passed away this past year. . Okay, I'll tell
Brett what you said. And I want to know you, too.  See you soon."
          Brett took the phone, "Hey, Dad, what did you tell Ted?"
          "I said to finish your honeymoon tonight and I'll see you in the
morning. I love you, son."
          "Thanks, Dad, I love you too.  I'll be in school on time." Brett
was so relieved that his dad liked Ted. He put his arm around Ted's waist,
hugging him.
          "Good, remember, no sex in the morning, be careful always. I told
Ted to take good care of you."
          "Right, Dad, he will. See you tomorrow, I'll come to your office
early, love you, bye."


* * * * *


          "Hello."
          "Hi, Mommy."
          "Monty, is that you?"
          "Yeah, wha' cha doin', Mommy?"  Monty sounded as foul and
loathsome as ever.
          Amanda waited to compose her thoughts. "Monty after what I told
you, you sent more pictures to Brett's father, at school no less.  So Brett
was 'outed' to the whole high school. Just because of you. I suppose you
are pleased with your evil. All those terms I mentioned will come to pass,
Monty. They are not threats, they are facts. My will has been changed. My
lawyer, not my husband, has made it foolproof. You are no longer my heir,
you will receive no more money from me. DO NOT COME HOME.  I'll have you
arrested if you do.  Your room has been completely cleaned out and all your
filth has been destroyed."
          "Aw, Mommy, you shouldn't have done that.  You really shouldn't
have, I'll have to come there and ..... well, we'll see what then.  Bye
Mommy, no more calls. That's it, Mommy dearest."
          Click!  Monty had disconnected.  Amanda tried to calm down. How
had she managed to have spawned a child as evil as Monty?  Amanda sat at
her desk, torn between reporting his threats, or just making her home as
tight as possible. She would have to get the security firm back the next
day. 'Unfortunately, Monty is not dumb. He may be evil, but lamentably not
handicapped by low intelligence.'
          Amanda decided to call Pete, to see what he might suggest.
          "Johnston City Tourist Court, Ted speaking."  He had just left
Brett driving home, and was on call at the registration desk.  .
          "Hi, Ted, this is Amanda Warren. I'd like to talk to Pete, but,
first, I was wondering how Brett did today at school. I talked to Harry
Morgan."
          "Mrs. Warren, Brett is doing fine.  Because his wrestling
teammates helped him, he had no problem except for a few guys.  We'll see
how it goes tomorrow."
          "I'm happy for him, Ted, have you celebrated?"  She couldn't see
Ted blush, but he did.
          "Oh yes, we did this afternoon, he was so worn from the trying
day, he needed some love."
          "I'm sure you obliged, Ted, and I'll bet he appreciated your
help."
          "Yes, ma'am, a lot." He remembered how much he loved Brett, and
almost lost it.
          "Thanks, Ted. Could I talk to Pete now?" Amanda wasn't able to
imagine how they celebrated, but actually didn't want to know.
          "Here's Pete, Amanda."  Ted was eager to be off the phone, he was
desperate to jackoff, right away.  He headed for the bathroom in Cottage
#1, hoping Bobby wasn't there.
          "Hi, Amanda, what's up?"
          Amanda hesitated, but then went ahead. "Pete, I just talked to
Monty, I'm pretty sure he is still in New York City.  I have a feeling from
his conversation he will be heading here.  I warned him, but I bet he's
contemplating vengeful actions, particularly against me. He didn't mention
Brett, or Ted, but who knows?"  Her voice had deepened, rough timbre,
"Pete, I'm planning on beefing up my security at the house, but no matter
what I do, he could probably scare the hell out of me.  Can you suggest any
response?"
          "I'm not sure what you are thinking about, that he might try to
burn down the house or maybe blow it up.  I'm assuming that he wouldn't
know how, right?"
          "I don't think he would, Pete, but he's been socking away money
for a while I suppose, maybe he expected a problem like this.  He probably
has enough to hire an arsonist or bomber."
          Pete felt at a loss.  He was sorry for Amanda having a son like
Monty, a deviate, lazy man, a sybarite with no redeeming value.  "Amanda, I
haven't a clue right now, let me think it over. In the meantime I think you
should talk to the Chief of Police, he might have an idea.  You never
know."  He had no other ideas. "If you are desperate for manpower, Amanda,
just give a call, I'm sure Brett and Ted, Tom, Tim and me would help."
          "Thanks, Pete, I owe you. Let me know if you hear anything. Bye."
          "Sure. Good luck, bye."


* * * * *


          Pete laid down the phone and noticed that Ted was back.  He was
amused because he knew what Ted was doing in his cottage, 'Ah, the powers
of Youth.', he thought.  Pete was pleased for Ted to have found Brett.
They were both attractive young men, intelligent, vital men with many
interests and friends. They would be a force to be reckoned with wherever
they live together.
          Brett had gone home to be with his Dad a while, but he'd be back
soon for the night with Ted.
          Ted turned to Pete, "Damn, Pete, I forgot to tell you, Saturday
is Bobby's birthday. I should have reminded you sooner, I'm sorry."  Ted
felt badly because he loved Bobby the best of his brothers.  He had taken
care of Bobby most of the time right after their mother died. Their father
worked hard in the fields and with the stock, but so did Ted, besides
practically raising Bobby himself.  He wanted a cottage with Bobby for that
reason, in his heart he felt Bobby was like a son to him.
          "Ted, we better get to work on that.  I'll give each of you
enough money to get him nice gifts."  Pete had previously decided to give
each son an allowance per month.  So far it had seemed to work. No one had
really complained, but he wanted to be fair, too.
          "We need to plan a party for Bobby, how about Saturday?  Would
that do?"  Pete really didn't know exactly how to plan for a birthday party
because he couldn't remember ever having one.  "Should we invite anyone
special?"
          Ted was ready to answer, "First, we should invite all his
brothers, Derek, and Derek's mother; then Brett, he loves Bobby., I know
that."  He thought a bit, "Well, get a decorated cake, pop and junk to eat,
balloons, noise makers and hats."
          Pete gave some suggestions, "I think we must invite Frank and
Amanda, maybe Harry Morgan, too. I think he'd be happy to come.  Will you
write invitations for a SURPRISE birthday party for Bobby Stone Johnston at
the Johnston City Tourist Court, on Saturday and so on?"
          "Hey, Dad, I think at breakfast on Saturday we should give him
birthday cards from us, and one big gift.  Then that night he could get the
rest at the party. Good for you?"  Ted felt urgently for Bobby to be feted
well by his brothers and friends.  He loved all his brothers, now including
Tim, and would never say differently, but Bobby was his favorite.  Ted had
depended on his strength of will to keep working on the farm and maintain
care for Bobby.  He had buried his desire for a man to love to his
subconscious, but didn't lose his parental feelings for Bobby.
          "Ted, your ideas are fine since it would be difficult to keep him
waiting until the evening.  So we will celebrate twice."  Pete smiled,
kissed Ted on the cheek, hugging his son with such a feeling of love.  He
was so pleased that he had four sons to love and care for. "Even if I have
to deal with pressure situations and problems of the heart, I still love
you all with the greatest devotion."
          "Dad, could I make a suggestion for his big present, I think I
have a good idea? Why don't we get him a small motorized three wheeled
vehicle he could drive around the woods and stuff."
          "That's a great idea, Teddy, you go pick one out and I'll pay for
it."
          At that moment, Brett Morgan appeared in the office. "Hey, Teddy,
how's it goin'?"
          Ted grabbed Brett against his chest, his lover's head came up to
Ted's shoulders, "Right now I'm super, babe, I've been needing you. I was
just telling Dad Bobby's birthday is Saturday."  He mentioned the plans for
the party.
          "Hey, Brett," Ted started, "How's your dad?"
          "Oh, he's fine, pleased with himself for making my first day back
at school much easier than we feared."  He felt so satisfied holding onto
Ted, his blood raced throughout his body, warming him quickly. "Teddy, I'm
ready for the final hours of our honeymoon, very ready," he smiled and
emphasized for his lover with a shove of his crotch against Ted's.
          Pete exploded in spurious rage, "Guys, will you just go and do
it, I really don't want to know. That's your business."
          "Aw, Pete," Ted and Brett ganged up on Pete, "Petey, we know you
love us both, right?  And... we also need your approval for our loving and
desire, hoping we don't go crazy with excitement."
          Ted's excitement was revealed, "Do you think your father would
come? We'd really like to have him here. And of course you must be here."
          "Ah ... Saturday evening ... we don't usually do much then, I'm
sure he would be pleased.  Since my mother died, he does get lonesome
sometimes." Brett was especially happy to have his dad meet all of the
Johnstons, "I'll tell him, I'll even bring him so he doesn't get lost.  His
sense of direction is so bad he needs a guide dog." He laughed, "Or me!"
          Ted hugged Brett, "Babe, when I need a guide dog, I'll ask for
you. You turn me on so hard, I love you more all the time and you can guide
me anywhere you are going to be."
          The boys had been holding Pete very close, he struggled to get
loose. "Hey, son and son- in-law, will you please get to bed and get Brett
to school tomorrow on time, you hear?  Now shoo!!.  If you want to snack
later, you are welcome to raid the refrigerator."
          Ted and Brett took turns kissing Pete before running off laughing
to their cottage.  After they opened the door, shut and locked it, they got
rid of their clothing in seconds and literally jumped into bed, fresh,
clean linens, puffed up pillows and another warm body for each of them.
          Ted lay on his back while Brett lay half on top of him, his head
resting on his shoulder, his left hand caressing Ted's right side, his
right pectoral, tweaking his right nipple gently.
          "Ted," Brett mumbled, "why do you love me?  I'm just me, nothing
special like you are. I am a fair wrestler and can sing a bit, but I'm
nobody in particular."  Brett felt a let down after the ordeals of the day.
          Ted didn't speak for a few moments, he was trying to understand
where Brett was coming from. Brett was a charming young man, kind and
considerate, handsome as the devil.  And from the quick glance Ted got as
they were undressing, he reveled in his glorious body, young but
beautifully proportioned. He was not tall, about medium and probably
wouldn't grow much more, but with his superb posture he looked much taller.
He was extremely friendly, look at all the friends he had, and, as shown
that day, those guys weren't acquaintances only, they were deep down honest
friends.  They wouldn't say it, but they loved Brett like a brother and
treated him as one.
          Ted pushed Brett onto his back and knelt over him, his knees
beside Brett's hips his hard cock brushing Brett's. . Ted started out by
telling Brett exactly what he'd been thinking about.  "Brett," he kissed
Brett's cheek, "you exude an aura of sincerity, no faking, just the 'real'
person your are.  I love your sweet face and 'hot' body, those are the
externals along with your sweet ass, sexy walk, athletic postures and
bodily movements." Ted leaned over Brett to kiss his lips, then eyes and a
peck on the nose. "I've love watching you all the time, whether at rest and
just musing, or whether you are actively exercising at play or work."  Ted
was sucking on Brett's neck, until Brett cautioned, "Don't give me a
hickey, that will ruin me."  Ted backed down Brett's body a little to lick
his nickel-sized nipples, flipping the nubs with his tongue.
           "I was privileged to watch you fighting your desires, especially
checking out your crotch when that huge, long rod in your pants dropped
down your leg."  Ted's hands were gripping Brett's muscular shoulders,
cupping them , while he licked his way to his lover's navel. ."That was in
the garage checking out the car of your grandfather's," Ted smiled
wickedly, "and I stared as it pushed itself down your leg.  I couldn't help
thinking, 'Oh my god, what a dong he's got.'  I've never seen you wrestle,
but I can imagine how you would look, excited and very alert, searching
quickly for your opportunities to defeat your opponent. And your dick would
be sticking out at the crotch, not hard, just big." He snickered, "Am I
right?"
          "Yep."
          "You just look strong physically and emotionally and morally.  I
know you had a bad time with Monty, just a glitch in your makeup briefly,
but you are now settled into that life you've wanted."  Ted had moved lower
too rub Brett's pubes with his nose, then pull on them with his lips,
tasting his man's flavor. At the same time his hands were caressing those
hard abdominals, but he ignored his lover's hot tool.
          "Babe, I wish you had known your Uncle Dan, had been able to talk
to him to learn what was happening to you, your body and sexuality.  I'm
terribly sorry that your Dad kept him away from you.  You might not have
had as much trauma while growing up, might not have had to go to Monty for
sex. My greatest wish is that we can unite ourselves into a couple in love,
in lust and in a warm partnership."
          Brett spoke up, "My dad said Uncle Dan would come soon, and he
would talk to both of us."
          The two young men were silent, Ted's left hand fondling Brett's
balls and cock, those hard/soft organs and Brett's hands working their way
down Ted's back to his butt, then his long legs.  He reached between Ted's
legs, grabbed his long cock, pulling on it like a cow's teat.  Brett was so
thrilled with Ted's opinion of him, recounting his assets including his
ass, but mostly the traits he found inside Brett that he'd not recognized
in himself.
          "Okay then, Brett, why do you love me?"
          "I don't want to spend the time to enumerate all your assets," he
patted as much of Ted's ass he could reach, "they are many, lover.  I will
someday, maybe months from now when we are lying on a beach, together,
still in love.  I hope you don't mind."
          Ted dropped onto Brett, hoping the boy could still breathe. Brett
could easily find Ted's full, narrow buttocks to fondle with impunity.
Ted's mind and heart were overloaded with massive waves of adoration,
driving his mind into a powerful force of overwhelming desire he could
barely keep inside. He loved his 'man', with delight and overpowering
expectations. Never had he expected to find a lover to dote on as wonderful
as Brett.
          Brett wound his hands and arms around Ted's back, rubbing up and
down until his fingers could reach his crevice and his rose bud of a love
hole.  He had never touched Monty like that and he never felt satisfied
with his sexual sessions with the older man. Monty had no love for anyone
except himself, he was so self-centered it was impossible for him to
consider another person in his life, just someone to use.
          Ted had moved far enough up Brett's body so that Brett's poker
could reach his rear orifice between Ted's thighs.  He lifted the hot, hard
cock enough to let it reach and press it against his perineum, dripping as
it was, precum everywhere.
          "Brett, babe, it's been a long, long time, so I'm going to sit on
it and take your monster at my pace. I thought I had a big one, but you've
got me beat all hallow.  Will that work for you?"
          "Sure, Ted, but I'm getting awfully close, maybe hurry it along."
The younger man's libido was rising fast, pervading his whole body with
electric shocks when Ted touched him.
          Ted was a little worried since Brett's cock was at least 8 inches
of wide prick, and he wasn't sure he could take it.  His lover way back in
Seattle had no more than 5 inches, and that was not thick. Well, he was
going to do it, no matter what, he needed Brett inside his hole, loving
him.
          The taller man raised on his knees from laying on Brett's body
until his ass was directly over Brett's enormous prick, the swollen glans
gleaming with precum dripping on his hand. He lowered his butt until
Brett's swollen glans was pushing into his hole. Ted began to sweat, now a
bit scared, but still determined to succeed. His lover was waiting until he
was allowed inside.
          Once Ted passed the crisis in the initial penetration by the
head, he stopped to let his muscles relax, especially the sphincter
surrounding the opening of his internal system. After the immediate pain
eased, Ted let himself slip an inch lower, then stopped again.  The huge
size of the cock was creating some severe aching in his ass.
          "Ted, you are doing great," he consoled, "I'm sorry it's so big,
it just happened the last couple of years."  He took hold of Ted's bolt,
pushing from his crotch and those two solid balls like smallish eggs,
hanging in his soft, velvet scrotum, wrinkled but valiantly containing
those seed balls.  Brett smiled to himself, 'all those seeds in there that
won't even be utilized. I sure wish we could'.
          One more inch and Brett's cock struck against Ted's prostate,
giving him huge shocks that ran up and down his spine and into the body's
nervous system.  "Oh, god, Brett, that's so good, hit that sucker again."
Brett felt such heat from Ted's inner chute, his cock was being broiled
good, but it was so powerful on his shaft and glans, turning his whole body
onto his lover's complex internal order of nerves and spirit of sexual
desire and demand.
          Ted was still descending on Brett's length of sexual baton,
finally feeling Brett's pubes on his ball sack, and he was in all the way.
He began to slide his way up and then lower himself to the full extent of
Brett's pounding, pulsing erotic tool inside himself.  Both men were
groaning, expressing one's passionate love inside the other's.
          "Ted, I can't help it, I'm cumming, I'm going to shoot up your
path and flood your nest of loving dreams with my potent spores.  Here it
comes, baby, my love in you."  Brett was breathing hard, his chest rising
with renewed flooding in his heart.
          Ted felt Brett's cock pulse and contort in his desire to
impregnate, the streams of his sexual soul food combining with his juices
to share their love together.  Ted fell forward to lie on Brett, holding
himself up with his elbows, still using his sphincter to pull further seed
into his ass, not wanting to let go of this wonder shaft from Brett.
          Brett had kept pumping on Ted's cock, then could feel it begin to
empty his balls onto Brett's stomach and his own.
          "That's it, Teddy, your unloading on me aroused me more than
ever. I'd rather eat it, but I'll save that for later tonight. Okay, babe?"
          Ted did not want to lose Brett's huge cock, he knew the empty
feeling he'd experienced before and missing Brett's cock would be tragic to
his feelings.  Ted clutched his lover to his own body, though he soon
pulled their bodies on the sides, frantically forcing Brett's pelvis
against his buttocks, working hard to keep the thick mass of sex inside.
          A sudden twitch of his own sphincter squirted Brett's prick from
his rectum.  Ted groaned, sadly feeling the emptiness inside his body. "Oh,
damn, Brett, I wanted to keep you in me, restrain your manhood from
leaving." He moaned, "Well, we'll just have to do this again, soon."
          Brett whined, "But I don't know if I can, Teddy, that was the
biggest explosion of my life.  Sometimes I would shoot while Monty was
fucking me, but not often.  Now I know what I should have been feeling
instead of hating Monty after he pretty much raped me each time.  Thank
you, Teddy, thank you for showing me the way and fulfilling my dreams."
          Ted grabbed Brett's lips with his own, licking them until he
could shove his tongue between them, that location of Brett's voracious
hunger for his lover.  The two exhausted men gradually rested from the
sexual exertions they spent in their need for each other..
          "One thing I don't understand, Brett, you have that super cock
and Monty never noticed, or, if he did, never was interested in it."  He
laughed, "Brett, your monster dick is one of the wonders of the world, I
think, and brought more passion from me than any other fuck I've had."
          Brett raised his upper body on his elbows, looking at his
partner, "I really don't think it was sex for Monty, it was pure physical
assault on my body.  Instead of beating me with his fists, he found his
satisfaction by flogging me with his cock and pelvis.  I often thought he
never did cum, he pounded me so long I wondered whether he could cum."
          Ted hugged Brett to him, "That must have taken you quite a while
to recover from his attacks. Why did you put up with it?"
          Brett kissed Ted voraciously, trying to fill his craving for this
wonderful man, his lover.
          "I told you before that I had an itch that nothing could scratch
other than a long cock. For some reason I let myself go to him, stupid as
it sounds now. Actually I didn't know of any other boy or man who would
have satisfied me.  I'm terribly sorry about it, Ted, especially for you."


* * * * *


              Pete watched an unfamiliar car drive into the Court, looking
very expensive though he didn't know the name. After parking quietly in
front of the office, he watched a handsome man leave the car and head
toward Pete.  Slender, medium height and obviously well-built, the dark-
haired late-30s individual looked familiar, but not enough to place him.
     When the door opened, Pete was alert enough to finally place his
looks. He smiled at him and said, "You must be a Morgan."
     The young man was surprised and showed it, but did smile. "How did you
know that?"
     "You look just like your brother, Harry, and also your nephew, Brett."
     "That is miraculous, so you must be Pete Johnston, Harry said I would
like you immediately."  He held out a hand which Pete shook firmly.  "I'm
Dan Morgan and I'm only here today, Pete, and must go on later this
evening, but Harry said I could see Brett if I showed up here."
     Pete was quick, "Yes, you will see him here.  He and his partner are
in Cottage 8, the last one in the line.  I must stay here at the desk, but
you can see the place through the window."
     "I appreciate this, Pete, I had told Harry I would visit with Brett
for a couple of hours.  Would they be sleeping?"
     "I doubt it, Dan. This is a great time to give some help and
support. Yesterday was a very trying day for him; he was 'outed' at school,
but made it through in pretty good shape.  And I hear today was even
better. His wrestling team helped him tremendously. "
     "I was coming this way anyway, but when Harry told me last night about
school, I decided I could stop to talk for a while.  I have to be in
Cleveland tonight."
     Pete was especially gracious, "Dan, I'm very pleased to meet you, and
hope I can see you again. I'd particularly want you to meet my partner and
my boys."
     "Yes, Harry mentioned that you'd adopted four grown boys, that's
wonderful for you and your partner. Too many kids running around without a
home at all."  Dan reached out to shake hands again, but Pete was quicker.
     He grabbed Dan and hugged him with a special urgency. "You can be a
big help to my son, Ted, and your nephew, Brett. They do need a good hug
and some knowledgeable directions.  Come back to see us."
     "I sure will.  Should I just go and knock?"
     Pete laughed, "If you interrupt their activity, it would be worth
seeing, but I can't leave."
      Dan Morgan walked quickly toward Cottage 8 with a very athletic
stride and purposeful attitude.  He neared the door but heard nothing, so
he knocked lightly.  The door was opened by Ted, clad only in his boxers.
     Immediately, Dan spoke, "I'm Brett's Uncle Dan, could I see Brett?"
     Ted was overcome, this handsome young man sure looked like Brett and
his father.
     "Come on in, Brett is taking a shower, but should be out in a few
secs."  He offered Dan the one chair while he sat on the bed. Before either
could speak, the bathroom door opened and Brett walked out, totally naked.
He did a double take when he saw his uncle. Ted threw him a pair of boxers
he could put on.
     "Oh My God!"  Dan was stunned by Brett, his good looks, his fantastic
body, and the cock he saw before the boxers covered it.  "Damn, Brett, you
are gorgeous. Could you give me a hug?"
     Realizing whom it was, Brett flung himself into Dan's arms, "Oh, Uncle
Dan, I've wanted to see you for so long.  Dad never told me you were
.... ah .... "
     "Gay, is the word, Brett," Dan laughed, holding on to his nephew.
     "Yeah, ... gay ... it is. I should know." He squeezed Dan in his
strong arms again, laying his head on the strong chest.
     "Uh, Brett, I can't breathe," Dan quietly warned Brett.
     "Oh, I'm so sorry, Uncle Dan." He released Dan but didn't move away.
He stared at his ĉhot' uncle, about as tall as Ted but a little heavier.
     Dan put his arm around Brett's shoulders, "Could you introduce me to
you partner? And, please call me Dan, we don't need the ĉUncle' shit,
Okay?" Dan held Brett again, whispered in his ear, and kissed his forehead.
     Brett recovered from his astonishment and waved Ted forward.
     "Dan, this is the man I'm in love with, a wonderful friend and my
hero. Ted, this is Uncle Dan, or rather just Dan.  We haven't met since I
was in kindergarten."  He held on to Dan while they shook hands.
     Ted spoke softly to Brett, "Maybe we ought to get dressed, Brett?"
     Dan immediately intervened, "Oh, guys, please don't. I don't often get
to see such handsome and well-built young men in my life." He smiled
wishfully, "If you don't mind, please?"
     Ted and Brett looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and
smiled at Dan.
     "Brett, that brief glimpse of your manly attributes," he grinned,
"showed me that you are really a Morgan.  That is a complete copy of mine
and your Dad's.  You wouldn't have seen his, but I have. Of course I was
quite young when I saw it."  He gave Brett a squeeze, "You should be very
pleased to have it, right?"
     Brett blushed hard, and smiled bravely, "I sure am, Dan, Ted really
likes it. And, to be really ĉout' to you, he likes my ass a lot, too."
     Ted also blushed and gave Brett a heavy frown."
     "Don't be too hard on him, Ted, we're all from the family."
     Quickly, Ted told about his family, which included Brett, his brothers
and their adoption by Pete and Frank, his partner.
     When the phone rang, Ted answered, "Yes, yes Pete, yes I'll ask him."
He covered the mouthpiece and asked Dan, "We would all love to have you
meet the whole family, could you possibly stay for dinner?  Pete has it
almost all ready and you can see the boys and our other Dad, Frank Warren."
Both Ted and Brett sent Dan a pleading message, silently urging him to
stay.  "Harry will be here too, Pete says. He already asked him."
     Dan grinned broadly, "I couldn't say no now, could I.  Of course, but
I want time to talk to you two."
     Ted spoke into the phone, "It's a go, Dad, take it and run."
     Dan was dressed a suit, dress shirt and tie, all very handsome, but he
wanted to get comfortable. "Would you guy mind if I shed my clothes before
we talk? I need to relax."
     "No problem." Both were interested in seeing Dan's body, he could
strip naked if he wanted to.
     Soon Dan was undressed to the waist, and then dropped his
trousers. Both boys inhaled a huge breath as they saw a bikini appear
covering some of his cock, balls and butt.  Enough was still visible to
give them a vision of a huge cock like Brett's.  With that done, he moved
to sit on the bed with the boys.  His body was a physical wonder, muscles
everywhere.
     "Before I came here, your dad told me of your experience yesterday,
Brett, and how you were able to 'come out' shining.  I'm so proud of you. I
had a different experience at my high school, not the one you go to.  When
I was a sophomore, I was beat up every month or so, not horribly, but
mainly a message that I wasn't wanted and I should get out.  That is why
I'm in the shape I am. I went to a health spa, built my muscles, learned to
box and took karate, too. By the junior year, when Fortwo guys attacked me,
I beat the shit out of both of them and no one bothered me again.
     "Nephew, you have a fantastic body, I assume from gymnastics and
track.  And," he turned toward Ted, "so does your partner." He grinned
evilly, "I don't suppose we could have a threesome?" He answered his own
question, "No, I know better than that, don't worry."
     Dan sobered, quieted, "Are there any questions that I might answer for
you, assuming I know the answers."  Dan patted the backs of both boys,
sitting next to him.
     Brett spoke up, "Dan, when Dad said you might visit us, I had all
sorts of questions, but now I can't think of a one.  For most of them, I
think we've solved the problems by ourselves.  Ted and I are going to
Johnston City College next year. He graduated last year from Knoxville,
Iowa, high school.
     "We have tried most of the sex available to us, and we are very
careful with each other.  Dan, we are so in love and, yes, in lust, too, so
I suppose the main question would be how to we sustain the love and succeed
in staying together for the long run.  I can't imagine being with anyone
but Ted, and I think he feels the same with me." Ted nodded seriously. "Do
you have any answers there for us?"
     Dan lowered his eyes, obviously not enjoying what was in his mind.
"Boys, I'm not the one who knows that answer. A few years ago my partner
was cheating on me long before I found out.  I caught him with another guy
in our bed. That really stunned me. But, we split, never to see each other
again and went on.  I'm now on the way to Cleveland to find a new
partner. But I'm not helping you much, am I."
        Brett spoke up, "Yes, you are, Dan, you have made us think about
our life together. How there can be unexpected pitfalls and rough times
together. I can see we'll have to be very careful and in tune with each
other's needs and desires.  All out communication is a must!"
     "Guys, most important are trust and being truthful to each other.  It
takes a lot of effort by both partners to maintain your relationship.  I've
know some men who reached 30, 35, 40 years together and are still in love.
You must give some and take some, having your own way all the time doesn't
work out well.  I haven't known you two long enough for a guess, but I see
so much love and adoration in your eyes so that is a good start.  Always
look for the good in your partner so you can treat him right. The Golden
Rule is an excellent concept to follow."
     "Thank you, Dan, for coming to us. Sorry you've had sad times. We hope
your future is a bright one."
     Dan kissed each of them on the cheek, "Guys, I'm heading to Cleveland
to a new job, and I know a lot of people there. So maybe I will find
someone with whom I can love and live with.  If you have a piece of paper,
I'll give you my cell phone number, email address.  I don't know the local
stuff in Cleveland, but I'll answer if you will write."
     All three men dressed quickly, headed for the office where they would
eat, Dan would meet everyone and get to know the family.  Each one was
saddened when the trio's bodies were covered up, but all three had vivid
pictures in their minds.
     Harry Morgan and brother Dan showed they delighted in being together
again, the love of family showed intimately between them.  Dan promised to
return and would answer email and calls.  Pete's boys were fascinated and
overwhelmed to meet Dan Morgan, a very hot man they could admire.
     After Dan left, Ted and Brett returned to Cottage #8, their room for
the night.
     "I've got you now, Brett, for love, supporting and sex." He smiled
evilly, "Can't beat that."
          After a sweet kiss, Ted made sure he had the alarm set for Brett
to get up in time for school. Brett had changed his clothes at home so he
wouldn't look stupid the next day at school.  They grew drowsier and hardly
awake until both were in a deep sleep, dreaming of each other.


* * * * *


          By 11 p.m. Pete was ready to close the office, though one cottage
not occupied.  He had his ,and on the light switch when a car drove in from
Route 30 to stop in front of the office.
          Two men got out and went in the office, prepared to register.  As
they signed in and filled out all the questions, Pete saw they hadn't put
down the license number of the car.  He knew it was a rental car from the
number.  He wondered where they got it in Ohio.
          Both of them were medium height, well padded but not fat.  When
he asked questions, though Pete had never been in New York City, he
recognized their accent as either Brooklyn or the Bronx, mostly from
watching TV.  He was puzzled, unable to reason why they would come that far
and rent a car to go to Johnston City.  On the registration they had asked
for five days rental.
          Pete thought, 'Well, that will be nice to have them paying for
five days'. He went outside to direct them to the correct cottage, number 5
after checking his memory that Ted and Brett were in Number 1, Tim and Tom
were living in Number 2.  Bobby was already in Pete's bed so Ted and Brett
could be together.
          Just as they left, the two men said they didn't want anyone
cleaning up their cottage. "We'll do it ourselves, thank you, just leave
clean sheets and towels with us tonight."
          Pete answered them, though alarmed, "If that's what you want,
I'll get the linens right now."
          Later, after turning off lights except for the NO VACANCY sign,
he crawled into his bed with Bobby, hoping he wouldn't wake him up. Bobby
didn't wake, but within a few seconds had glommed onto Pete's body.  Pete
smiled to himself, 'love you Bobby,' and went to pat his butt.  Then he was
aware that Bobby was naked.  'Oh, well, I guess that goes with the
territory of being a Dad'.  He fell asleep, holding Bobby to him, but with
a niggling thought about the two men in Cottage 5. 'What are they doing
here?'



* * * * *


          Brett and Ted awoke with the alarm, showered together but no sex,
"That's what Dad said," Ted rejoindered most seriously when Brett asked why
not..
          He kind of wondered, but would go along with it, 'if that's what
Dad wanted', he snickered to himself slyly. He did love Pete as well as
'his' Teddy and the smaller boys. 'Quite a family', he thought, 'I wish I'd
had a brother. Might have made a big difference in my life, though I'd no
doubt still be gay, whether he was or not.''.
          Brett wasn't nervous about going to school, he was sure Bran and
the others would be with him again like the day before.  He knew he had to
keep a smile and be very friendly, trying to win over more of the students.
          After parking on the students' lot, Brett remembered that he'd
said he would visit his father first. When he saw no secretary at the outer
office desk, he knew his father had prevailed.  He knocked lightly on
Dr. Morgan's door and was asked to come in.
          "Hi Dad," he smiled brightly, always pleased to be with his dad,
"How's everything? I see your girl Friday is missing."
          Harry got up to hug his son with a loving kiss on the cheek. "Hi
Son, I'm wishing you a good day, as good or better than yesterday.  My boy,
you sure have guts, I'm so proud of you."  He smirked a little, "Did you
have a good night with Ted?"
          "Just great, Dad, but this morning we had our shower together,
but Teddy wouldn't do anything, oh ... ah ... you know. His father had told
him no sex in the morning."  He frowned a little, "So we didn't."
          "I'm pleased with Pete for suggesting that.  Good idea."
          Brett retorted, "It sounded like more a command than a suggestion
to me."
          "I would guess he hoped your mind would be fresh when you got to
school, not muddle- headed in a sexual daze, and I agree."
          "Okay, Dad, I got to go. Thanks, love you."
          "Love you, Brett."
          As Brett left the office, Bran and Kirk were waiting for him;
he'd told Bran that he would be checking on his father before school.
          "Hey, man, what's up."
          Brett had a hard time keeping from hugging and kissing Bran,
though he knew it would be a disaster if he did.  Surreptitiously, he gave
Bran the 'I love you' sign and was thrilled when Bran did it back.  He had
to pretend to sneeze and blow his nose on a tissue to cover up tears in his
eyes.
          That day, especially with his teammates, was lots better than the
pervious one.  No one waited outside the boys' locker room to keep him from
entering, and he didn't hear any 'fag' or 'queer' comments. That really
made him happy.  Even more kids would smile and wave at him, plenty of pats
on his back. Brett figured he had it made then.
          Since Brett was better known after his outing, more guys noticed
him in the locker room, changing clothes and taking a shower.  Those who
hadn't checked him out before gaped at his soft hanging cock of five
inches.  Some boys hardly had a inch or two; some had no pubes at all.
Brett saw the glances and smiled to himself, proud of his body and
supremely happy that he had Ted, too.



* * * * *



          Pete had never told his sons or anyone else about the sound
systems in each cottage by which he could listen in and have it recorded in
the office.  He kept the equipment always locked, he didn't want them
fooling around to hear people who had rented the cottage.  But right then
Pete had been thinking about the two men not wanting maid service. 'They
must have stuff there which they wouldn't want anyone else to find'.
          He unlocked the cabinet, turned on the amplifier and set the knob
to Cottage 5. Once it warmed up, he could hear movement in the room, and
also the shower running.  No talking, though.  Then ....
          "Hey, aren't you done yet.  What the hell are you doing in there?
We got to get movin', we only have four days to get everythin' ready.  If
yer jus jackin' off, do that later?
          "All right, jes' shut up already. I'm comin." The other man
started to say something about 'comin', but didn't.  He did think, 'Damn
that idiot, wish I coulda found anyone else."  The job had come up too
quick.
          Their first names were Jake and Freddie, as they signed on the
registration card. Pete immediately gave the name Jake to the leader.
Freddy could only have been the one in the shower. Numb nuts.
          "You fuckin' idiot, you look weird without no clothes on."
          Pete heard a hard slap on somebody's skin. From the echo he
decided that Jake had smacked Freddy, had tried to wake Freddy up, get him
going.
          Then he heard, "Freddy, you drive and I'll watch, we want the
Warren house on Warren Drive, and you just go by slowly, but don't stop."
That got Pete's attention quickly.
          In five minutes Pete heard their car start up, driving loudly out
the motel exit. He waited a few minutes to see if they might have forgotten
something.
          His first job was getting into that cottage while they were gone.
He managed with his master key to get in and look around.  He didn't see
any strange stuff, but saw they each had an empty glass on their bedside
table.  Pete checked the bathroom, but didn't see any more glasses.  That
meant he needed to get more glasses.  Within a minute Pete was back in
cottage 5 with more glasses.  He planned to take the glasses they'd used to
the police chief.
          He realized he could only take one glass at a time, his fingers
on the inside of the glass to preserve the fingerprints.  So twice he went
back to the office taking the used one, putting new ones in the same place.
          All the other guests had left by that time and no doubt none
would show up to register that early. He could leave to get the glasses to
the police.  Fortunately the chief wasn't busy and could listen to Pete. He
didn't seem believe him, so Pete explained what he'd heard and what Monty
had told his mother.
          "Okay, Pete, I'll check the fingerprints, but it will take a
couple of days."
          "The guys are registered for five days, so they should be at the
Tourist Court until Sunday.  Could you hurry the technicians up?"
          "Don't know."  The police chief didn't know Pete and wasn't going
to go out of his way.
          "I would suggest you call Amanda Warren about this, it's probably
her house they are planning to blow up.  She might have some ideas."
          The chief stood up, "I may do that, or not."  Obviously Pete was
being excused, not to return any time soon.



* * * * *


          Saturday morning was a wild one for the Johnston family.  At
breakfast all the boys were at the dining table, quietly putting birthday
cards at Bobby's place.  Pete got Ted to round up everyone including Bobby,
to come in for breakfast, a great breakfast Pete had prepared for his loved
ones.  As a special request, Bobby had wanted Derek to be with him for
breakfast, in fact, insisted on it. Pete said okay.
          Pete had a talk with Derek, explaining that on Saturday morning
he should bring a birthday card for Bobby, but no present.  "Derek, you are
also invited to Bobby's birthday party Saturday night as 7:30. And your
mother will be coming with you. Okay?  Remember, it is a surprise party, so
don't tell Bobby you are coming back that night."
          "Thanks, Mr. Pete, that is super.  See you in the morning."



* * * * *


          Ted finally had everyone corralled into the dining room at their
places, one extra place for Derek.
          After they ate, Pete led a "Happy Birthday to Bobby", then
motioned for Ted to take Bobby outside to show him his birthday present.
Everyone went with those two. Pete stayed inside, listening to the screams
of delight and laughter from everyone.  Pete could tell Bobby's yelling as
he saw the motorized cart, finding out it was his present..
          He barely heard Bobby's scream before the now 11-year-old came
dashing inside to Pete, jumping up on his frame, hugging and kissing his
Dad. He jumped up to wrap his legs around Pete's butt, holding on.
          "Thanks, Dad, I love it and you, you are so wonderful."
          Pete put him down facing the door and boosted him outside with a
whack on his butt to learn how to ride his cart.  Ted started the motor,
show Bobby the pedals and such, and told him to take it around the
driveway.  This vehicle had a governor on it which would limit the speed
Bobby could get with it.
          Later in the evening, Ted kept a tally of guests coming to
Bobby's birthday party; Amanda, Frank Warren, Harry Morgan.  Cyndi Wilson
(nee Jordon) would bring her son, Derek, for Bobby, Brett had invited Bran
Little, his closest buddy, because he wanted to show him off to Ted, and
meet all his friends at the Tourist Court.  Pete was very nervous, not
knowing what was going on with the guys in Cottage 5, nothing from the
Police Chief, nor anything from Amanda.  He had listened in to the New
Yorker's room, but hadn't heard anything remotely suspicious.  They
normally drove off in the morning, going somewhere, but Pete couldn't
follow them, couldn't leave the Tourist Court.  All he could do was to hope
the police knew what they were doing.
          Saturday night, almost time for the party, Pete was cleaning up
the livingroom and dining area.  Ted was helping him get their visitors
settled with a good chair.  He also watched where they parked, so cars
could still get in and out of the motel.
          Almost 7:30 pm, Bobby was watching cars come in the drive, and
watch them go in the Office, where he assumed they were getting a cottage
for the night.  Before long he noticed that no one came out. 'What's going
on,' he wondered, 'why are they still in there?"
          He was playing with his birthday present in the woods, driving
around the trees, having a great time on his birthday.  When he saw Derek
and his mother drive in, go in the office, he knew something was up,
something he didn't know about.  'Durn, what is going on?'  He thought
about walking in to see, but wanted to ride some more.
          Finally Bobby noticed Ted come out of the office to wave to him.
He was indicating for Bobby to come in.  When Bobby didn't move, Ted began
to walk toward him.  Bobby decided he'd better do what Ted said.
          Ted waited for Bobby, put his arm around his shoulder and led him
to the office door which opened suddenly.  Ted lifted Bobby on his
shoulders, shouting, "Here he is, our birthday boy, Bobby." Pete started
singing Happy Birthday and everyone joined in.
          Bobby couldn't believe what they were saying. All those people
singing for him; helping to have a wonderful party just for him.  He
smiled, but got a little teary, red in the cheeks, hugging Ted so hard.
When the singing finished, Bobby wanted Ted to put him down.  He then
started around the room, hugging first his brothers, then hugging Frank and
Brett, two of his favorite people.  Bobby knew Derek's mother and
acquiesced when she wanted to kiss him. He liked her, mostly because she
was Derek's Mom.
          Ted took Bobby to meet those he didn't know.  When got in front
of Bran, Brett's best friend, Brett introduced Bobby to his wrestling
partner, and then introduced Ted to Bran, too.  Bran picked up Bobby, "You
know, Bobby, I have a little brother just about your size. Maybe I'll
introduce you to him."  Bobby was thinking, 'Hey, I already have a boy
friend', but decided not to say it.  He did say, "Bran, I would like
that. Why are you named after some cereal?"
          Bran laughed as did others, "You see, Bobby, my real name is
Branford, but that's too long to remember, so I decided on Bran when I was
a little kid."  He tickled Bobby in his arms, "That's not right, Bobby, I
was teasing, my friends, especially my best friend, Brett, decided to call
me that, shorten my name, like they do everything else."
          Bran was surprised when Bobby gave him a kiss on the cheek, then
asked to be set down.  Bran turned to Brett, "Hey, this guy is a lover,
too, don't you think?"
          "Yeah, Bran," Brett grinned mischievously and quietly, "and he
already has a boy friend, see the small kid by the cake, that's Derek.
They were 69ing the other day and Bobby shot the real stuff. It's true."
          Bobby finished introducing himself, his 'parents' had taught him
well.  He went up to Harry Morgan and said his piece.
          Harry shook hands with him, solemnly, trying out his grip.  Harry
smiled, "You got a good grip there Bobby, good for you. Do you know what I
do?"
          "Yeah," happily because he remembered, "you run the schools in
Johnston City. Right?"
          "Right on, man, gimme five."  They slapped hands high in the
air..
          Bran was very impressed with this big guy, Ted, who was Brett's
lover and partner. He stood and instead of shaking or bumping hands, he was
surprised to be hugged by Ted.  Bran was almost as tall as Ted. As they
were hugging, Ted whispered to Bran, "Man, we have to talk, privately, is
that okay?"
          Bran nodded, staring in Ted's beautiful blue eyes, "Just say
when."
          "Later, after the party."
          Amanda had never met Bobby before and was charmed by the 11
year-old-boy. "Bobby, you will have to come to my house play with my
toys. Maybe Pete or Ted will bring you." She smiled at the small boy, "I
would like you to.  Of course I'd also like to meet Tim and Tom. I saw you
all at the adoption hearing in the courthouse, but we could set something
up, okay?"
          Bobby grinned his 'cutest' as he said, "Sure. I'd like that."  He
even had the nerve to wink at her.  Pete saw that and wondered where he
picked that up, his brothers, or maybe from Derek.
          Once Bobby had met everyone, he was given his presents.  Among
those presents were; an ant farm from Derek, Pin Ball Game from Tim and
Tom, Game Cube Nintendo from Ted and Twenty Question Game from Pete.  Of
course, Pete was also the one who bought the Off Road Vehicle. Those people
not very close to Bobby brought him games and models to build. He'd never
worked on a model but thought he might like to do it.
          At a lull in the conversations, Bobby spoke up, "Everybody, I'm
happy you all came to my birthday party and thanks for the presents.  This
has been my greatest birthday, ever.  I'll always remember it.  Thanks."
          Everyone applauded Bobby's mini-speech, seeing how natural, real
and wonderful he was and smart. And, he got another round of kisses from
everyone, plus pats on his butt in place of spanking.  Bobby was so alive,
so excited and thrilled, pleased with himself and his Dad and brothers.  He
went to Ted who picked him up immediately, Ted knew just how he was
feeling, loving everything and everyone.  He held Ted hard, his arms
gripping him.  "Teddy, I love you, thank you, and I'll bet it was you who
suggested the ORV. Right?"
          Ted was almost crying, holding his brother (son) in his arms, not
believing that he could be eleven years old.  He said 'yes' it was
him. While everyone was having cake and ice cream, Ted took Bobby outside,
not too cold, and sat on the back while Bobby drove him around the Tourist
Court on the new vehicle.  He was so proud of Bobby, his young brother,
almost his son.
          "Teddy, I love everyone in our family, very much, but I love you
the most, you are the bestest!"
          They ended up back at the party. Ted had pointed out stuff Bobby
shouldn't do on the ORV, especially going to fast, hitting anything with
it.  "Has Derek had a ride yet, Bobby?"
          Bobby remembered he hadn't. He shook his head 'no'.
          "Maybe you ought to get him before it gets too dark, okay?"
          Bobby smiled, nodded and kissed his big brother, then ran inside
to get Derek.


* * * * *



          The party didn't break up until after 10 p.m. Everyone assured
Pete and the boys they had a great time, good eats, too.  Pete had just
opened the front door of the office when a huge blast of an explosion was
heard in the air.  He had no idea where from, but kidded, "Now what has
Bobby been into?"
          The resonations and echoes of the blast were still ringing in the
air, sounded like a huge bomb going off. Everybody went outside to stand in
the courtyard, looking for evidence of the blast.  Amanda was quite upset,
wondering if it had been her house going up.
          Pete went to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, consoling
her in advance. He was sure it was the men at the motel at work for Monty.
          Harry Morgan asked that everyone stay where they were and he
would find out what he could. The police would already be there, he hoped.
Frank suggested that he go along since it sounded near his house.  "Sure,
Frank, four eyes and four ears should help, even if you are a four-eyes by
yourself."
          That jocular reference to Frank's glasses eased the tension among
the crowd.
          About ten minutes later, Harry's car returned to the motel
followed by the car of the Chief of Police.
          Harry's first statement was to Amanda, "Amanda, your house is
fine, no damage, except some windows blown out."
          The Chief of Police came up to Pete, "Thanks to you, Pete, we got
'em. And all that was blown up was their car, and incidentally, them.  No
fancy trial to have to pay for."  He said they knew who they were and were
ready for them.  "Those fingerprints, Pete, did the trick.  They were well
known in New York by the police.  The leader, one Jake Malloney, had been
arrested many times, but never convicted. Well, he now stands convicted.
"There is a rather large hole in your alley in back, Amanda, but no real
estate was damaged.  We didn't see anyone else around except a few
neighbors who were wondering what blew their windows out.  I'm afraid you
will have a bunch of glass to order for your house. I already called Fred's
Glassworks and he should be started by now."
          "That was quite exciting, Pete," Harry Morgan said, "do you often
schedule one of those for your parties."
          "No, Harry, just when we have the best people here." He smiled,
"Shall I invite you for another?" Pete was thinking, ĉDamn, now I won't be
paid by those idiots. Shoot!'
          "Sure, I'll be glad to come."
          Pete spoke loudly, "Everyone, thanks for coming tonight and I
know Bobby appreciates all the presents and congratulations.  Good night,
safe trip home."
          He shook everyone's hand as they began to get in their cars and
leave.  He noticed that Frank had started to his car and walked to him. He
held out his hand for a shake, "Frank, I was sort of hoping you might stay
with me tonight. We haven't seen each other for a couple of days.  We might
have Bobby with us for a while, but that can be worked out."  He smiled and
wrapped his arms around his partner.
          "I was hoping you would ask me, Pete."
          Pete socked Frank lightly in the arm, "Damn it, Frank, don't you
remember, you are part of this family permanently, so you must assume you
are staying. Anyway, we have some things to talk about."
          Frank hugged Pete back, holding on as they headed for the office
bedroom.
          Pete called to Bobby, "Son, would you mind staying by yourself
tonight, Frank is going to stay with me and Ted and Brett, I assume, will
be in another cottage.  Okay with you?"
          "Sure, Dad, except, maybe, I might get scared.  I'll watch the
time and won't get scared before midnight.  That gives you lots of time for
...  other things."  He grinned with a suspiciously erotic drift to his
face.
          With that, all the boys helped clean up the place, including
Brett who would be staying.  Derek's mother had said that he might stay
with Bobby, just so he isn't a pest.
          Pete answered, "Cyndi, Derek is never a pest. He is a good young
man, even a gentleman."  He then found Bobby to say he could have Derek
with him overnight, so they couldn't get scared.  They promised not to get
scared.



* * * * *


          While Brett was playing Twenty Questions with Bobby on his new
game, Ted went to the refrigerator in Pete's kitchen, picked a six-pack of
beer and pulled Bran outside to sit on the benches in the grass of the
courtyard. They were under the sugar maple trees that still had their
leaves, not even turning color yet. Both leaned forward with their elbows
on their knees, certainly at ease with each other.
          After having a few swallows of cold beer, Ted looked at Branford
Little, Brett's best friend.
          "So, how long have you two been friends?"
          "Ted, we're 18 now, our birthdays are both in September, a week
apart, both born in Johnston City Hospital. As I came into the world and
left the hospital, Brett was born in the same room.  Our mothers were
friends and our friendship started somewhere around six months.  We each
spent an equal time living in the other's home, as close as brothers,
loving both mothers."
          "So you two are actually brothers."
          "Yes, all of our decisions were made together; going out for
wrestling, joining the church choir and becoming boy scouts."
          "To get to the nub of my inquisitive thought, Bran, and in some
ways I hate to ask it. But here goes."  Ted rubbed his eyes, "Please, Bren,
I'm not being nosy, I think I need to know Brett better in order to be a
better friend."  He asked, "When did you know Brett was gay?"
          Bran gave an enigmatic smile, sort of undecided. "I never really
thought of Brett being gay until he was outed. He's such a integral part of
my life; physically, mentally, morally and emotionally.  I never thought of
him other than as a boy I loved as much as myself."
          Ted noticed Bran seemed to be suffering, his face reddened, his
forehead wrinkled and lightly sweating. "Bran, if this is too hard for you,
just tell me to stop."
          Bran shook his head wearily, his eyes closed, "Teddy, this is
fine except for having to investigate my thoughts about Brett. I have never
done that before, even in my dreams."  He paused, raised his head to look
at Ted. "I hope you can understand, Ted, he was me and I was him.  We were
inseparable physically and in our minds.  I thought of nothing else and I
believe Brett did too."
          Bran's eyes began to shed tears, he was having to search his mind
where he hadn't been before. "Ted, I can look at our relationship all those
years, and in reviewing my emotions then, I know I loved Brett more than
anyone or anything before and since.  But I never thought of him sexually
at all.  Ever!"
          "But when you hit puberty, didn't you investigate your own sexual
equipment and each other's."
          Bran finally smiled, "Yes, Ted, we did. Occasionally we would
participate in mutual masturbation. But nothing more.  We never hugged,
kissed or made any advances to our 'other self'.  Brett never, ever talked
about sex with me. Obviously, because of his attitude, I never did
either. We would jack off by ourselves and did not talk about it.  I don't
understand why we didn't, but that line wasn't crossed."
           "Think back to the last two years. Since you were literally
joined at the hip, do you remember when you wanted to go somewhere with
Brett, that he said he had a job to do for his father."
          Bran immediately saddened, his whole face sagged.  He took Ted's
hand in his, his fingers around Ted's thumb.  "Three years ago, Brett's
mother died from cancer of the uterus after a terrible six months of fight
to live.  I loved Brett's mother as much as I loved my own, Brett and I
were devastated, but we had each other.  We had always stayed over at each
other's homes, overnight, over a weekend.  At that point we would hug our
best friend, him and me, often going to sleep still hugging.  I can
remember I got an erection from time to time, but it was never mentioned by
either of us.  We completely ignored the whole situation.  I would dream of
Brett, sexual arousing dreams. I never told him. If he did, too, I never
knew.
          "Do you know what Brett was doing on those occasions, Ted?"
          "Yes," Ted answered quickly. He wasn't anxious to tell Bran about
Monty and Brett.
          Bran looked directly into Ted's eyes, searching for a
response. "Tell me, Ted, do I want to know?"
          "I don't think so, Bran, I would tell you if you insisted, but
you shouldn't know. That's my honest opinion; if I were you, I wouldn't
appreciate knowing." Ted breathed deeply, "It was sexual, but was not good
for him. The relationship turned sour.  Brett now is on the road to
recovery and happiness."
          Bran put his arm around Ted, "I'm pleased to know, Ted, I care
dearly about him."
          By that time Ted and Bran had finished the first beer, so popped
the next can, toasting each other by tapping the cans.  Ted felt that he
should stop torturing Bran, but just couldn't. He needed to know before
Brett came outside, too.
          "Bran, if Brett had made advances to you sexually, what would you
have done, accept him or break off your friendship?"
          "I can answer that easily, Ted, anything Brett wanted to do, I
would go along with.  Remember, I loved him, I really hadn't thought about
sex between us, as a conscious thought.  Maybe way down in my subconscious
makeup, I might have considered it, but I would not have started it
myself."
          Ted stood up and finished his second beer, Bran stood also. "Walk
with me around the Court, Bran, I like being with you." He grinned at Bran,
"I would guess you are as wonderful as Brett. Since I'm wildly in love with
the subject of our talk, and it wouldn't be difficult to expand that to
you."  He laughed and patted Bran on the back. "No, I'm not suggesting a
'menage a trois', just trying to explain how I feel."
          The two young men saw Brett dash out of the office building,
heading for them, walking quickly.
          "We are spending the night in this cottage, number eight."  Ted
smiled a satisfied glow of happiness, rubbing up and down Bran's back.
          Quietly, Bran whispered to Ted, "And I'm jealous as hell,
friend. I'll be in love with him the rest of my life.  You better be good
to him."  The simple threat was given seriously.
          "Hi, guys, what's up?"  Brett had reached the two, standing close
together, their sides touching.
          Ted quickly grabbed Brett in his arms, "We were talking,
Mr. Morgan, about how damn cute you are.  It is a unanimous decision." He
gave Brett a peck of a kiss on his lips.
          Ted looked at Bran, "You have my permission, Bran."  He got out
of Bran's way.
          "I can't resist that offer, Ted," and grabbed Brett into a hearty
clinch, pressing his lips against Brett's.  That was not a peck like Ted's,
he held on to Brett until the young man finally raised his arms to hold
Bran to his own body.
          It was only a few seconds until they released the other.  They
backed a little, then stood as if in shock, staring into their eyes.
          Brett groaned, "Oh, god, Bran, I've always wanted to do that, but
I thought you would rearrange my head so I could look behind me."  He
smiled at Bran lovingly.
          "I love you, Brett, and always will."  Bran's voice was deep in
an emotional promise, "I'm leaving now Brett, but will be waiting for you
tomorrow in school."  Bran wished with all he had that he was the one going
to bed with Brett.  He was learning about himself thanks to Brett.
          "Okay, Bran, I love you forever."  Brett waved to Bran, watching
him get in his car and drive off.
          Brett immediately hugged Ted, his real lover. "Teddy, will you
ever tell me what you and Bran were talking about?"
          "No."  From the tone of Ted's voice, he knew Ted would never tell
him. 'Aha,' Brett thought, 'I'll find out from Bran.'  Ted knew what Brett
was thinking. He was certain Bran would never tell.
          "Let's go to bed, Brett, I need you now, badly."


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          In bed Brett and Ted slowly worked into a warm hug. Ted asked
Brett why he loved him.
          "Because you are the epitome of the man I've been looking for.
Imagine me seeing you arrive here from a farm in Iowa.  Who do I thank for
that, the good Lord who looks out for me, Pete's uncle dying at the right
time, your father dying, just fate, or whatever guided me to drive by the
Tourist Court when you were outside half-naked by your car with all those
muscles showing ."  He giggled into Ted's breast, "I wanted so bad to jump
your bones with mine."
          Brett took a deep breath, hugged Ted harder, "Teddy, I took one
look at you and decided at that moment you must be mine."  Ted couldn't see
it, but Brett went red all over, "I'm so embarrassed that I made a grab for
your cock under the car.  Obviously my thinking was evident to you since
you beat me to it.  I was afraid that I'd scared you away, I'm so thankful
that you could see beyond my actions there.
          "You have so much going for you, just think, you own a forty
year-old car, a convertible no less, and were adopted by a wonderful man
who owns a Tourist Court where you can work.  How could I not love you?
You love me, so that sort of settles it."
          Ring, Ring.  The cottage phone from the fifties came to life,
asking to be answered.
          Ted leaned over Brett, pushing his hard dick between his thighs,
almost cumming, but he answered..
          "Hi."
          Ted, this is Pete, is Brett still with you?"
          "You're damn right, forever. So ...?"
          "I have a message for Brett, can you both hear?"  They said they
could.
          "Amanda just called that she'd had a call from the Police Chief."
There were three bodies in the car but they haven't identified the third
body.  No identity. Maybe it's Monty."


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