Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 12:47:14 -0500
From: Paul Daventon <authorpaul@mail.com>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-12

Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale
is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people,
places or events, it is purely coincidental.  If you are under 18 or if
reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't
like the subject matter, please leave now.  This is a fantasy story in a
time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take
care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.

The author finds pedophilia abhorrent, despicable and odious, so inhumane,
only the act of criminals.  Unfortunately, pedophiles do inhabit our
country, many not ever being discovered.  The earth would be so much better
off without them, but the old saying goes, "it happens."  Forewarned is
forearmed.

Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon.  All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without
written permission of the author.  If you are enjoying this story, write to
Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com.


                    The Story Up Til Now ........

     Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian
Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel
to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school
friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike.  Brian saves himself, but the
friend kills himself later in remorse. Police Lieutenant Nils Berger
investigates a possible bomb at Mike's place.  Brian's family retainer,
Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them
and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's
reelection, that their relationship may be revealed.  When Brian's father
died recently, Brian found out that Adam is his step-brother.  Nils two
sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni,
Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the
story.  Mike was in Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays
viciously, and thinking Brian was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it.
Mike is unconscious, not hurt too badly, and Brian was at his hospital
bedside.
     Nils and Adam begin to realize that they love each other after a
fierce love scene between them. While Mike was in the hospital, Brian stays
by his side and meets Sean Pratt, Mike's nurse, who entices a very
depressed Brian into sex with him.  Nils is very sure that his sergeant,
Rocco, ran Mike off the road and that he has been abusing his brother,
Joey.  Nils witnesses some of that abuse, accuses Rocco who knocks him out
and escapes in Nils' cruiser.  Nils takes Joey and Ben, the new couple, out
to Mike's cabin to protect them from Rocco who has vanished.
     Mike awakens and soon is back to work.  He meets Ben and Joey who are
staying with him, Adam and Brian for safety.  Adam daydreams of the
previous night with those two young men. Mike is accused by his Party
County Chairman, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of Mike being a
homosexual.
     Brian and Mike make up while Adam and Nils try 'docking'. Roy MacLain
had come from Washington to help them with financial and legal matters, and
he's staying with Sean in his fancy apartment.  Rocco, Joey and Ben also
make up, but Rocco hits the drug house and is severely wounded.


(From the previous chapter ... )

     Joey's face showed anxiety first, then agonized distress to hear Rocco
had been wounded if not worse.  He looked at Nils, "We ... we ..  saw him
... this morning," he sobbed, "in the woods and he and I talked."  Tears
running down his face, he stuttered, "He told me he loved me and apologized
to me for hurting me ..... Nils, I do love him and I forgave him for
everything. He said he had something to do, and would we wait until
tomorrow to tell you that we saw him.  Now I'm sorry we didn't tell you.
Take me with you, Lieutenant, please, I need to see him, be with him."
     "Joey, I can't take you with me." He held up his palms toward Joey, "I
really can't, but I will call and tell you where he will be taken.  One of
these guys can take you there. Ok?"
     Still crying, Joey nodded his head while Ben held him close.  This
happened right after he and Rocco had made up and both admitted loving the
other, forgiveness all around.  Why? his mind asked.
     "I'll let you know," Nils yelled as he ran out of the door, "keep up
hope."



                                        CHAPTER TWELVE


     Just before midnight Joey and Ben were riding with Brian in his
Mustang toward River City Metropolitan Hospital, near the city center, near
where Sean lived and where Mike had been hospitalized.  Nils had called
them about half an hour before, stating that Rocco was in critical
condition, but the doctors would be doing all they could.  Rocco was
conscious and wanted to see Joey and Ben as soon as they could get there.
     Brian was driving fast and because of the bucket seats Joey was
sitting on Ben's lap in the passenger seat; not very safe but that was the
least of their worries.  Joey's face was stark white, the blood drained
from it, sometimes he felt as if he would black out but Ben would hug him
tightly and that gave him the strength to rebuild his energies.  His mind
was a torrent of visions from his past with Rocco, growing up together and
after their parents died, Rocco helping so much to calm Joey's fears.
Those were the good times, not what happened later when Rocco went out of
control, practically schizoid, two different people.
     Tears ran down Joey's cheeks as he sobbed quietly.  'I sure wish he'd
come back to me sooner, so we'd have had more time together'.  "Nils said
he was critical, Ben, is that real bad, or just bad?"  He turned his head
to face Ben, pleading with his eyes, then said, "I know, we have to wait
until we get there."  He lowered his head to Ben's chest, holding on tight.
     Brian spoke up, "Joey, we'll be there is a few minutes. Hang on, we'll
see."


     When the car stopped at the door, Joey and Ben hopped out, leaving
Brian to find a parking place.  He yelled, "I'll find you right after I get
the car parked."  Joey nodded and turned to enter the emergency area, Ben
followed.  He asked the nurse at the desk where he could find his brother,
Rocco Ferallini.
     "I'm afraid he is in critical condition, no visitors." the officious
nurse decided.
     Ben broke in, "This is his brother, and he has been asking for him."
He gave her a 'take no prisoners' look, "And, we'll take this place apart
if you don't find the doctor right now.  If something should happen before
Joey sees his brother, you are in trouble!"
     Joey looked at his partner, surprised at his fierceness, but
impressed, too.
     The semi-cowed nurse got up and walked quickly down the ER hall.
     A doctor's voice carried to the waiting room, "I told you that
Sergeant Ferallini's brother should be shown in at once.  See to it!"
     The nurse returned with a vicious look, but pointed to the bay where
they could find Rocco, where the doctor was waiting just inside the
curtains.
     "Hi, I'm Dr. Leonard, you must be Joey."
     "Yes, I am, and this is my partner, Ben Heskett, I would like to have
him with me."
     The doctor looked at the pair sympathetically, well aware of the
difficult time they would be having, probably more before the night was
over.
     "Sure, that's fine, we'll consider you both relatives." He turned,
holding back the curtain.  "Come on in, Rocco is awake, but very weak.  Do
the best you can to keep him from becoming excited."
     Joey and Ben walked in the emergency bay, at first shocked at all the
wires and monitors, beeps and ticks, and on the gurney lay Joey's brother,
Rocco, mostly covered by a sheet but very still.  Moving slowly to Rocco's
side, Joey was dismayed because his brother looked so white and
unmoving. he could barely see his chest rise and fall with his breathing.
Ben moved to his side, put his arm around Joey's waist, "Why don't you take
his hand, Joey, and call his name. He may be recovering from the
anesthetic."
     Grabbing his brother's huge hand in his small one, Joey leaned over,
"Rocco, it's Joey. I'm here now.  Can you hear me?"  He waited anxiously,
then called his name again.
     Rocco's head slowly turned toward Joey's voice, but his eyes didn't
open, just slightly fluttered, then quieted.
     Joey repeated his call, clutching Rocco's hand harder, brushing his
hair back from his forehead, caressing his cheek. Then, on an impulse, Joey
kissed Rocco right on his lips, holding there until his tongue could
lightly rub them.
     "Mmmm," a sound from Rocco's throat, "that must be Joey."  This time
his eyes opened and sparkled with delight seeing Joey and Ben, too. "Joey,
I'm so glad you got here. I've been trying to wait long enough."
     "If that nurse had had her way, we'd never have gotten here." Ben
spoke out, trying to defuse the emotional tensions.  He realized what Rocco
had said, though he hoped Joey didn't.
     "Yeah, Rocco, and Ben gave her 'what for' and she let us in."
     Rocco had a faint smile on his lips.  "You must be a real terror, Ben,
I've run into Miss Gestapo before, without much luck.  Guess I must have a
good doctor."
     "You do have a good doctor, Rocco, I'm Brian Whitlow, Mike Keith's
partner, and he was Mike's doctor recently." He paused, "Oh," he said, "I
guess you know about that."  Brian was embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Rocco, I
didn't mean .....  I mean ... Oh hell," he lowered his head.
     Rocco's face had reddened a bit, but he had a bigger smile that
time. "That's ok, Brian, it's all right. I'm sorry but I don't think that
will matter now."  The smile disappeared and he was silent, placid, as if
trying to keep some severe pain from taking over.
     "Brian and Ben, would you give Joey and me a few minutes alone Five
minutes, or so."
     When they were alone, Rocco whispered, "Listen to me closely, Joey. I
don't know how much time I have. They won't tell me, now hold on, Joey,
don't cry, just listen, please."
     Joey sniffled, "Ok Rocco, I'll try."  His eyes were awash with tears,
not dripping yet.
     "I've heard them talking and I don't think I have much chance.  It's
all right, I did what I wanted to do, got four of those bastards, but I
didn't get the head man, that son of a bitch."
     Rocco's voice seemed to be weakening, "Come closer, Joey. Put your ear
by my mouth."
     A deep cough seemed to wrench at Rocco's whole body, giving him
terrible pain. It took a while before he could talk again.  He could feel
Joey holding tight to his hand, his other hand soothing his forehead. That
helped.
     "Joey, listen.  There is money I never told you about that we
inherited from our parents..  I'm sorry for not telling you, but there is
quite a bit of it. Go to our bank and see Mr. Archibald in the savings
department.  You are authorized to deposit and withdraw money in our
account and I've arranged it so no matter what happens to me, you are taken
care of."  He managed a brief smile at Joey, "Now you will be able to have
that restaurant you've always wanted.  And I hope you have snagged that
beautiful Ben to help you. Is that right?"
     Hearing those words Joey just couldn't help it and broke down
completely, crying uncontrollably, "Oh Rocco, you've got to stay with me -
don't go away, please," He sobbed.
     At that moment Rocco seemed to be fighting his devils, he barely
spoke, "Listen Joey, listen close ... listen to me ....  it's ....  tone
... that ...  it's ... .tone!"  After those words, Rocco collapsed, his
eyes closed and his hand gave Joey's a tight clasp, then relaxed.
     Joey found the nurse's button and punched it as hard as he could.  In
less than a minute the curtain parted and in rushed a tall redheaded male
nurse who scanned the monitors.
     "What is it, doctor, what's wrong with my brother?"  Joey was
naturally confused.
     The beautiful smile on Sean's face beamed toward Joey, "I'm nurse
Sean, and your brother is taking a well-deserved rest.  He is still
critical, but has worn himself out talking.  It would be best if you could
go home and rest yourselves.  I don't think Rocco will be able to talk
until morning. OK?  Come back about 7 or 8 would be good.  I'll call you if
his condition changes before then. Ok?"
     The curtains again parted and Ben and Brian appeared in the bay.  Sean
turned to see who came in and was surprised to see Brian Whitlow, Mike's
partner.
     "Hi, Brian, good to see you. How come you are here?"
     "I brought my friends to see Joey's brother. I guess they had trouble
with Nurse Gestapo."  He smiled and asked Joey, "Did you talk to Rocco?"
     "Yes, and we're to go home until morning.  We'll be able to talk to
him then.  He's very tired and weak." Joey followed the others out of the
bay with one last look at his brother. Joey was trembling, horribly
frightened and hardly able to leave. He desperately want to stay to watch
over Rocco, but finally convinced himself that the nurse was probably
right. He walked slowly out to Brian's car, dragging his feet all the way.



     From a cell phone in his big, black Lincoln Town Car sedan, the tall
man punched the numbers and waited impatiently for his call to be answered.
     "Yeah?"
     "It's me!"
     "Oh, yes, Mr. ..... whatever your name is."
     "Shut up, you idiot, you don't need to know.  We have enough problems
already."
     "Hey, boss, did you hear about what happened at the house ..."
     "Of course I did.  Just keep quiet and listen."  His voice was angry,
but controlled.
     "You were supposed to get evidence for me on that man and his lover.
When am I going to see it?"
     The small voice answered quietly, "Well, boss, I haven't been able to
get close.  That place they live in is well isolated, they can see all
around.  And there's another big guy living there, him I wouldn't want to
mess with. He really looks tough!"
     "I don't care, get some video evidence of them doing anything sexual,
or even if it just looks that way.  The election is coming up soon, and I
need some actual proof about him.  Now get with it, Bailey, that's what I
pay you for."
     "Ok, Mr. .....  ah ....  boss, I'll get you some - soon, and, ok, by
the way, I'm going to need something, you know, some stuff for me in a
hurry.  You got some?"
     The big man held his temper with difficulty, "Bailey, you get me
something, and after that you'll get some stuff.  Got it?"
     The voice answered meekly, "Ok, boss."  Jake thought, 'Thank God I
don't really need it."
     The circuit was closed, no more conversation.
     Thinking to himself, the man in the big sedan said, 'Damn, I lost four
good men tonight and what am I left with, an idiot. Well, Jake might just
happen to fall into something by accident and I don't have anything to give
him anyway. The cops got it all after Rocco dreamed up a shootout.'
     He looked down at his lap where his cock was being sucked with expert
professionalism by a young boy, under age, but so cute the man couldn't
resist him.  The red-headed boy was stripped naked, shivering lightly in
the cool air conditioning of the car, lying on his stomach across the wide
front seat, his knees bent to put his feet on the side window. The man's
eyes devoured that gorgeous, slim body with it's slender, bubble-butt and
smooth, perfect skin. He knew the boy could be trouble, but the big man
just had to have him. If he caused him any trouble, the boy would just
disappear.
     His big cock was really too much for the kid, too long and too thick,
but the kid was very bold and did his best to deep throat it.  The man
couldn't help putting his hand on that pert, sassy butt, sliding his middle
finger along the cleft between those full melons, searching for the kid's
puckered hole, teasing him a little before suddenly thrusting into the
little anus.  The small one jerked in surprise, but almost immediately
resumed his sucking, ignoring the invasion of his most private opening
though he'd been fucked many times already in his young career as a boy
selling his butt.
     The man suddenly realized that he was cumming and it was too late to
stop.  Damn, he wanted to fuck the kid, but after cumming he wouldn't be
able to.  Shit, when he was younger he could cum 3 to 4 times a night and
wouldn't wear out.  Damn, getting old.
     The naked kid ate all he spurted out, swallowing every drop and
cleaned up his customer's cock and balls.  GB also thought, damn, now he
won't be able to fuck me - I needed that money. Shit.
     While the man put his clothes back together, the kid turned over,
showing his 5" uncut cock, stiff and hard, big for his age, and got dressed
and was ready to hop out of the car when they reached his neighborhood.  He
accepted the envelope from his 'john'.
     "See, ya," he waved brightly, "give me a call."
     The big man waved back, turned and drove away, the big luxury sedan
effortlessly sped up and soon disappeared.
     GB Gunn watched until the big car was out of sight.  'Some day I'd
like to cut his fuckin' dick off!" He smiled to himself, I just may do
that.  And, I may do something about those plans of his to mess with Mike
Keith.  GeeBee knew Mike because his brother worked for the congressman's
campaign. Unfortunately, GB didn't know just who the big man was.  Neither
did Jake know his name.



     About 5 AM that early morning, Sean called Mike at the cabin, asking
for Joey.  Mike had made Joey and Ben sleep in Adam's bed to keep them near
the phone.  (Actually, Adam was away sleeping somewhere else. Hmmm)
However, neither of them were asleep, and Joey took the phone.
     Within five minutes Joey, Ben and Brian again headed for the hospital.
     Rocco wasn't conscious, but was alive when they got there.  Joey took
Rocco's hand, caressing his head, talking to him quietly, but he didn't
wake.  Vaguely aware, Joey finally realized that the hand he held was inert
and seemed completely slackened .  Joey kissed his brother's forehead and
held him a moment.  Nurse Sean looked in, smiled sadly at Joey and left.
     Rocco passed away at 6:30 AM, a bright, shining morning, full of hope
for so many, but not for Joey and his friends.  They hoped only for a
peaceful rest for Rocco.
     Rocco received a funeral befitting the hero he was so designated by
the police officials and the news spread by the media of his bravery and
dedication.  His problems with the law were never revealed to the press, so
many people came to his memorial service to hear him receiving praise.  His
final act of bravery and repentance toward Joey and Ben absolved him of his
many sins, at least in Joey's and Ben's eyes.  Mike and Adam stayed close
to the two boys, watching carefully that they weren't hurt or embarrassed
by nosy mourners, or by callous members of the media.
     Joey's and Rocco's uncle, Luigi Montoni, held a wake at his restaurant
for select members of the family and friends.  He hadn't gotten along with
Rocco, but after all the publicity about his courage and exploits, decided
to cash in on the publicity.


     Rocco had been cremated on the day of his death, so his urn would be
placed in a cemetery plot next to their parents at a later time.  After the
funeral and wake the next day, the extended Michael Keith family retreated
to the compound for a light evening supper.  An early night for everyone
was certainly in order after all the draining events of the two days.
     All of them, Mike, Brian and Adam were most considerate of Joey and
Ben, making sure to express their love and admiration for the young men's
calm and solemn outward appearances though their insides probably were
twisted in knots.  After deciding to stay by themselves in their small
cabin, Joey and Ben retreated to their 'home'.  They could easily take a
couple days off from school and work, Joey's boss said he understood as did
Ben's teachers.  The others in the Keith family decided that Ben must have
claimed some sort of relationship with Rocco. They also decided that Ben
was becoming a really forceful and convincing speaker.  The handling of
Nurse Gestapo was a case in point.  Well, they thought, Joey is not very
outgoing, so he needs someone like Ben to help him out.
     The two young men left the main cabin, stepping off the porch hand in
hand, stopping to look at the beautiful, moonlit lake waters, slightly
ripples and sparkling, filling them with a deep sense of time and space of
their mortal existence and moreso their relationship with each other.
     Arms around each other, heads bent together as if mentally communing,
they slowly made their way into the woods and their cabin.  Once inside
Joey locked the door while Ben found some pop for them in the little
refrigerator, handing Joey his pop while they sat together on the bunk.
     Joey's eyes became full of tears though he wasn't sobbing like before.
     "Ben, I've had a hard time these two days mostly because while I
really did love Rocco, his treatment of me for a couple years made honest
forgiveness difficult." He hesitated, then, "I know, I told him I forgave
him and I'm sure I eventually will, but it is so hard."
     Ben put his arm around Joey's shoulders, holding tightly to his lover
of five days.
     Joey calmed a little, then a wry smile came on his face.
     He spoke quietly, smiling a bit, his eyes crinkled, "I can't help
wondering just which way Rocco has gone into his afterlife, up? or down?"
     Ben reasoned, "Joey, he had problems that he couldn't solve, he was
misguided by sex but I think he was basically a good man, a hard worker and
skilled police sergeant.  Give him the benefit of the doubt."
     "Thank you for being here for me, Ben, I don't know what I'd do
without you."
     The young men stood, came together and hugged, standing by the small
table.  Ben reached over and turned on the little radio where he found a
station of rock oldies, nice, easy soft rock.
     "Joey, I'm here for you forever.  Speaking of that, would you to go
with me tomorrow to my parent's farm south of the city.  I'd like you to
meet them. How about it?"
     Wrapping his arms around Ben, "Of course I'll go, I'd like to meet
your parents."
     They stood tightly together, embracing each other, and started moving
slightly to the slow music, rocking back and forth with the rhythm.
     With a few quick movements Joey and Ben had removed their jackets,
shirts and khakis and dropped their bikini briefs to the floor.  Now,
completely naked, still moving to the music, they really danced in each
other's arms around the polished wood floor.  And they took the opportunity
to roam their partner's body with searching hands.  Ben slowly, deviously
directed their movement to have them beside their bunk bed in a moment
where he carefully picked up Joey and lay him on the mattress on his back.
     "Joey, you've had a very hard day, you are as tight as I've ever felt
your body." He leaned over and kissed his partner on the lips, biting
Joey's lips with his own as passionately as he could. "I want you to lay
there, close your eyes, and relax while I make beautiful love to you, my
one and only ever lover."
     Ben lay his naked body on his right side next to Joey's slim body,
muscled and defined but not large.  Dark hair and a cute youngish face
topped his long arms and legs and his tapered, smooth chest and narrow
waist.  His pert nipples hung precariously to the edge of his pecs, light
pink but alive and sensitive.
     Ben's left hand wandered slowly, gently over this seductive body of
Joey's, squeezing his pecs, his arms and hands while becoming excited
himself with the feel of his skin and especially his so attractive male
aroma, not cologne, just Joey himself.
     Ben followed a trail of brown hair over his abdomen and into his
pubes, twirling them with one finger, then pulling on them.  Joey's body
had a muscular spasm in that area, jerking his hips and throwing his
growing cock over one thigh.
     Ben helped Joey turn over onto his stomach, then began sliding his
lips over Joey's back and shoulders, licking sometimes, kissing other
times.  Ben's tongue followed the knobs of Joey's spine, all the way down
to his coccyx at the beginning of his buttocks split.  Joey giggled
lightly, knowing Ben had never gone this direction before, anticipating
feeling his tongue between his buns.
     Moving his hands onto Joey's butt cheeks Ben separated them, revealing
the hidden depths, and slightly hairy flesh and the puckered hole in the
center, deeper pink and twitching slightly.  Ben placed his tongue at the
coccyx again, then dragged it over Joey's asshole and down almost to his
scrotum, then back again.  The flavor of Joey's rear attracted Ben, sent
his cock stretching longer and bigger, then drooling from the end.  Ben
tried to stick his tongue into Joey's hole without any success, he thought,
'I'll have to practice on that later'.  After he kissed the wrinkled
opening, Ben left it and turned Joey onto his back again.
     Starting with his muscular legs, Ben kissed his inner thighs, higher
and higher until he reached Joey's scrotum, hanging loose and wrinkled
though filled with good-sized egg shaped testicles.  After taking each one
in his mouth, warming them and exciting them with his tongue, Ben noticed
that Joey's cock was then totally erect, a steel rod with bulging head,
thrusting straight up from his crotch, a magnificent sex tool, much like
Ben's own but still different.
     Ben ran his tongue up the underside of Joey's throbbing cock, laying
down a coat of his juices, flooding the cock and balls and pubes with his
slippery saliva.  That done, Ben crawled on top of Joey's hips, one knee on
each side so his butt was positioned exactly above his partner's cock.  He
leaned forward to place his lips on Joey's as he began to sit on top of his
cock.  Holding Joey's cock with one hand, Ben aimed it toward his own
asshole which soon lowered enough that Ben felt the cockhead against his
puckered anus.
     Not being experienced at this Ben cautiously lowered his butt,
pushing, working to get the cockhead inside his ass.  Suddenly, Joey took
over and thrust his hips upward, shoving his cock directly into Ben, far
enough to get his cockhead completely through the sphincter. Ben wanted to
scream, to get up off the offending bludgeon rammed up his ass but he
didn't. He bit his lips, trying to keep from reflecting the pain he felt.
Instead he pushed himself down and down, over what felt like a baseball bat
shoving its way inside.  Finally, sweating buckets, Ben felt Joey's pubic
hair on his bottom as he sat on his love's groin, the large cock all the
way in his guts, pushing everything out of its way, and as it moved across
his prostate, gave Joey continual jolts to his orgasmic centers.
     Ben was finally getting his thrills from Joey's invading poker,
sending sensations of sensual shudders throughout his body from his crotch
up his spine and whole chest, especially his heart which was thoroughly
Joey's.
     Joey reached between his raised legs to feel where Ben's cock was
entering his asshole. He felt around, holding tightly to the big cock going
in and out of his body, then dared to try to stick a finger into the same
hole along with the prick.
     He hollered, "Ben, man, this is the greatest, I've never felt to hot,
so stimulated, so aroused.  Keep going, man, keep loving me, I need you to
come inside, splash your cum all over me in there.
     "Oh, man, Joey, this is fantastic, I've been cuming and cuming inside
me but haven't spouted yet, no wonder you loved Rocco's cock in your ass,
even though it sometimes hurt like hell.  If this is like hell, I'm taking
the next train!"
     Joey was grinning widely, his face contorted in totally rapture and
tears running down his cheeks, "Oh, yeah, man, take it, here it comes."  He
shot stream after stream of hot clotted semen filled with his millions of
sperms, flooding Ben's guts and warming him innards. Joey was rhythmically
shoving his groin up into Ben's bottom, reaching to get his cock farther
into his lover, so he could send those pulses deeper, up into his stomach.
     "Joey, look at your chest, I didn't even know I came."  Joey's stomach
and pecs were covered with globs of Ben's explosion of semen onto him.  Ben
lay down on top of the puddles, spreading the slippery fluid all over Joey
and himself.
     They kissed and hugged desperately, in love, as one in unity.  Ben
tried helplessly to keep Joey's slowly shrinking cock from sliding out of
his ass, still delighting to have had Joey's cock inside him, way inside
him.  However, it soon oozed out, covered with his own sperm and other
stuff, but victorious in his conquest of Ben's rear, a beautiful behind so
soft, sexy, smooth and so delectable and enchanting.  After washing up, the
two happier young men slept together so well adjusted to each other in
love, affection and admiration.  "Thank you, Ben," Joey whispered.



     In the large cabin Adam came back early to fix breakfast for everyone.
The day had dawned so damn hot, no one had a shirt on as yet.  Mike was
checking out his 'family', inspecting body hair patterns on them. Both Mike
and Adam had a fair amount of chest hair, not thick but visible.  Brian,
Joey and Ben had practically none, a little around their nipples. Nils
wasn't there, but Mike had seen enough to know he had chest hair, but it
was practically invisible it was so pale blond.
     Mike and Brian both had appointments soon after eating.  Mike was
setting up a political commercial to be aired within a couple weeks and up
to election day.  Brian had other election duties at the headquarters at
the same time.  The men conversed over the delicious buffet, eating outside
on the porch, sitting on the railing and talking about their upcoming
business.  Joey and Ben also ate, but concentrated on each other.
     Mike asked Adam, "How's Nils these days, Adam, I'm sure he's busy, but
I hope you are providing some R & R for him at night."
     Adam actually reddened a bit, "He's just fine.  I'm just helping him
with the finer points."
     "Has anyone heard from Roy, or Sean for that matter?"  Mike questioned
the group.
     No one had learned anything, though Adam suggested one of them should
check it out.
     "How about you, Brian, would you stop in and check with Sean?  He
might have completely eaten Roy up, nothing left."  He laughed at his own
joke, finally had some company later.
     Ben and Joey joined the conversation and told of their trip to Ben's
parent's farm.  "Ah, Brian, could we borrow your car just for an hour or
so.  We'll drop you off at Sean's and that's right near headquarters."
     Brian hesitated, worried about these youngsters, but finally agreed,
"Ok, guys, just drop me off at Sean's and come back to the headquarters
when you are finished. And I expect the car to be in perfect working order
and no dents, Ok?"
     They both ran over to Brian and hugging him.
     Joey spoke up, "I'll see about getting Rocco's truck, maybe Nils would
know."
     "Anyway, thanks, Brian, thanks so much.  Can we go now?"  Ben was in a
hurry to leave.


     After being dropped off at Sean's building.  Brian watched them drive
away, obviously nervous about these young men in possession of his car,
hoping they got back in one piece - car and men.
     They'd been driving on country roads for 30 minutes when Ben said,
pointing to the right, "Here it is, Joey, where I grew up.  He looked
fondly at a typical Ohio farm; a large red barn, lots of trees, fenced
pastures around the two story, white clapboard farm house looking freshly
painted.
     Joey turned into the gravel driveway and parked by the large front
porch where they got out, heading for the front door. Before they reached
the door, it swung back, opened by a short pleasant- looking woman with
what is called a full figure with a broad smile on her face.
     She only said, "Ben, son," and pulled him into her arms, hugging
tightly.  Ben returned the hug, then introduced Joey, "Mom, this in Joey
Montoni, my good friend. He is a waiter at the Hob Nob Restaurant near the
square. Knows lots of people."  He grinned at his lover who grinned back.
     Joey stuck out his hand for a shake, but quickly found himself in a
monster hug. "Happy to meet you, Mrs Heskett."
     "Joey, you just call me Mom, just like Ben"
     "Thank you, I'd be honored.  My parents died seven years ago, so I
haven't had a Mom in quite a while." He squeezed back, smiled at her
honest, happy facial expression.
     "Then you are due to have one, and that's me, Joey, I volunteer, Ok?"
     "More than Ok, just wonderful. Thanks." He hugged her again with misty
eyes and the warmest feeling in his heart. "I'll try not to be a burden to
you, or eat too much." He almost cried.
     "Ben," a loud, rough male voice broke the friendly atmosphere on the
porch.  They all turned toward the driveway to see a tall, grim 40 year old
man, obviously a farmer and most probably Ben's father.
     "Ben," he repeated "two minutes, I'll see you in the barn .... alone."
He turned and headed for the barn himself.
     "Mom", Ben asked his mother, "would you take care of this worthless
friend of mine, Joey?  He is easy to amuse, just feed him!"
     They all chuckled as Ben sent another deep smile toward Joey, then
turned to follow his father while Joey and 'Mom' headed for the kitchen.

     "Joey, I don't have much food right on hand, but I just baked an apple
pie which you can have with vanilla ice cream, and maybe some blue berry
muffins, too."  While talking, she got his pie ready and put a basket of
muffins in front of him with a huge glass of milk.
     Joey gasped, "What happens around here when you do have food?  A seven
course dinner?"
     'Mom' turned toward her sink, cleaning up some dirty dishes and
glasses, "I hope you and Ben are getting along together all right, he can
sometimes be awfully messy, you know, underwear all over the floor and like
that. But since you love each other, those are the trivialities you have
put up with."
     Joey stared at 'Mom', beet red and embarrassed, with a mouthful of pie
and ice cream, "Ah, Mom, we're getting along fine."  He gulped, not knowing
what else to say.
     She turned around again, smiling, "How did I know?  Well, when you two
look at each other any sensitive person can see that you love each deeply,
and are profoundly committed to the other.  It's Ok, Joey, Ben has needed
someone for so long, I think he'd despaired of finding a partner.  That's
what you are, aren't you?" She fervently hoped what she had said would be
the truth!
     Joey jumped out of his chair, went over to clutch his 'Mom' to his
much taller, more slender body in such gratitude that he was unable to
speak.  "Love you, Mom", was all he could get out.


     The two large main doors of the big barn were swung wide so Ben
entered the darkened interior. As he passed under the curved arch, his Dad
surprised him from concealment behind one huge door, moving fast to stand
in front of Ben, fury on his face.  He immediately cocked his right arm,
then swung it around to release its power and strength when he smacked Ben
in the face with his open hand, knocking him to the straw covered floor.
Ben was dazed, lying on his back with his left hand against his aching
face, deep red already from the blow.
     Ben choked out, "Dad, what's the matter?  I just came out to see you
and Mom ....."
     Mr. Heskett broke in, "And you brought your whore slut with you,
defiling our house and home with your depraved abominations!"
     "Dad, I don't know what's the matter."  He groaned and tried to get up
onto his hands and knees.  Just as he made it, he received a swift kick in
the butt by his father, sending him flat on the floor again.
     Now Ben was furious.  "Dad, what the hell are you doing.  You are my
father, damn it, you are supposed to love, not hate ..."  He stood up
again, "Ok, here I am, you can hit me again and again, I'll never hit you,
I love you!!"
     He faced his father bravely, standing tall.
     His father reddened in fury, his body quivering furiously in his
anger, his blood pounding.  "I found all that pornography when cleaning in
your room, utter defiling filth about queers and homos doing all sorts of
horrible things to each other.  I don't understand how you can read and
look at all that shit."  He looked into Ben's eyes, "Well, you won't
anymore because I burned all of it.  And buried all those ashes somewhere
on the farm."
     "I could say you had no right to search my room, but since it's done,
no going back.  You have struck me twice for what I can only call stupid
hate.  After this, I will be coming here to see my mother, not you.  And I
will be bringing my partner and lover, Joey, he's almost all I have in the
world now and I'll be keeping him.  Since I have no real home any more,
I'll be living with him in his house. We'll come to have meals with Mom,
and if you don't want us eating your food, we'll bring our own, but we will
come.  You have a choice to join us or just leave."
     Ben turned and headed out of the barn.  His father said, "You don't
have to bring your food.  There's plenty.  I won't see you."  He turned
back into the barn, talking to himself, "She's probably adopted your Joey
already."
     The two young men left after Ben felt Joey's stomach for expanded
girth, hugging and kissing Mom with smiles and appreciation for her being
there.  Heading back down the drive, Ben saw his father framed by the big
doors, watching them.  It was hard for Ben not to think hatred, feel
hatred.
     Ben's father was not thinking loathing, he was sending a thought to
his beloved son, 'Ben, I love you more than life, come back to me, maybe I
can explain somehow, someday.'


     Early that same morning Roy woke up in his bedroom at Sean's
apartment, rolled over, his eyes still closed when one arm felt another
person in his bed.  When he heard soft snores coming from his visitor, he
moved his hand around to learn it definitely was a man, a tall man, a tall
man with red hair.  How did he know that with his eyes closed, well, he'd
also decided that the man was Sean Pratt, his host.
     Now how did he get in his bed, he knew he'd locked the door before
retiring.
     "Sean, wake up, Sean." Roy shook his shoulder roughly, determined to
find out just what had happened or more important, hadn't happened.
     Sean turned over toward Roy, opened his eyes and blazed a hot smile at
the man, keeping his eyes on this sexy man, so close but probably so very
far.
     "Well, now if anyone asks if I've ever slept with you, I can honestly
say 'yes'.  I know I'm being sneaky.  I'm just kidding you, Roy."
     Roy couldn't help lifting his mouth in a simple smile, no guile, no
hidden agenda, his eyes were also smiling and sparkling. He had to admit,
"Sean, you are quite a young man, a very likeable man with the sexiest red
hair I've ever seen.
     Sean bowed his head a little, "Well, thank you sir, and I'd like to
make the same assessment of your so favorable assets.  Actually, I wanted
to be in your bed when you woke up, believe me nothing happened in the
night.  If anything had, you .... would .... remember ....  it."  Sean was
proud of being able to honestly make that statement."
     "Roy, would you please answer some very personal questions.  Now wait,
nothing you tell me will be heard by any living soul.  That's a
promise. OK?"
     Still a bit distrustful, Roy finally agreed to answer.
     "First, some truth on my side, I am gay and I'm not exactly 'out', but
quite a few people know it, including Mike, Brian, Adam, a couple doctors
and a few other nurses.  But, they don't blab!"
     "Now to the down and dirty. Are you gay; do you think you might be
gay, have you had gay thoughts, have you ever watch crotches and butts on
men passing by?  Think about it, take one question at a time."
     Roy turned over onto his back, scratching his head with one hand,
wiping his face with the other.  "I don't know, Sean.  I have thought about
it, and I have caught myself watching men's crotches, yes, and butts, too.
But I just don't know. I have absolutely no experience, none!"
     "Ok, Roy, would you like to find out, to learn just what kind of man
you are? You would not have to do anything you didn't want to do, the idea
would be slow and easy at whatever pace suits you.  What do you think?"
     He continued, "As an added incentive, Roy, I have a large jacuzzi with
already warmed up water, just the thing.  What do you think?"
     Roy looked serious, "I'm not sure, Sean, you are piquing my interest.
You aren't going to rape me, are you?"
     "Not unless you want me to rape you, but I don't think you will. I
promise I will never do anything that might hurt you."  He smiled at Roy,
reaching out to put a hand on his bare arm, "Come on, Roy, lets get out of
this night wear and head for the tub."
     "I guess so, Sean, I'll be placing a lot of trust in you, my new
friend."  The two men had talked the previous night, sharing some
confidences before retiring.
     Sean couldn't help watching Roy's body appear as he removed a t-shirt
and a pair of boxer night wear, exposing a beautiful male body, well
muscled and toned, wide shoulders tapering to narrow waist and hips.  When
he turned around, Sean focused his attention on a narrow buttocks, but
still full and pert, smooth half globes perched tightly just below his back
before his amazingly toned thighs and perfectly proportioned knees, calves
and ankles.
     Sean had taken off his clothing to find underneath that his cock had
risen completely out of his bright red pubes just like his hair to its
largest erection in weeks, so hard and straight, so smooth with the bulging
cockhead, all pale except that spongy, yielding to the touch.  He just felt
it and found it dripping, drooling precum already, before they had actually
started.
     Roy followed Sean from the bedroom to the jacuzzi, realizing with a
jolt that he was staring at Sean's butt, a beautiful male attribute, so
full but not big, muscles moving smoothly as he walked down the hall. With
a sudden surge of zeal Roy moved even with Sean, slid his arm around Sean's
small waist then eased down to rest on his left buttock.  Sean showed no
surprise, he'd had many men who actually fell in lust with his buttocks,
playing with them until he was bruised and aching.
     Sean did sneak a peek at Roy's cock, already in what must be its full
swelling, full hardness, a large head so swollen and bulging, waving back
and forth as they walked.  His mouth started salivating at the thought of
sucking that thing in his mouth.

     Slipping carefully into those warm waters, refreshed with bath oils
and fragrances, the two gratefully sat on the under water benches across
from each other, accustoming their bodies to the soothing heat and the
fluid smoothness.  Sean had a flashback, recalling his brief session with
Brian in this same jacuzzi.  Now he regretted having done that with him.
Wasn't fair to Brian or Mike.
     Sean noted with interest that neither of them had lost their
erections, thrusting up proudly above the surface, pulsing with their
heartbeats.  'Well, he thought, I better get this party moving if we are to
have one'.
     Slowly Sean slid around on the circular bench until he had put an arm
around Roy's wide shoulders, sensing the solid muscles, the firm flesh,
pulling them together from shoulder to hips to thighs and calves.  Roy
didn't seem to mind, still in a positive mind about it.  He looked toward
Sean, smiling carefully into Sean's face, obviously enjoying the close
contact with this other man he hardly knew, but whom he admired greatly
even at such a short acquaintence.
     Finally, Sean spoke, nodding down toward his own cock, "Would you like
to touch it, Roy?"
     For a moment Roy hesitated, deciding if this next step was really what
he needed to do.
     At last his right hand reached to Sean's crotch, wrapping his fingers
around the huge cock he found there, so hard, yet soft, so hot, so smooth.
His fingers roamed over the surface lightly feeling the cock's moveable
skin, pushing up and back, strong enough to force some precum from the pee
hole, which he spread with his thumb over Sean's cockhead, that spongy and
soft bulging part of his organ.  As he did this it seemed to grow in size,
bursting with lust and hunger.
     Without warning Roy, Sean took his arm from around his shoulders and
slid his hand slowly into Roy's crotch, pulling on the dark curly pubic
hair, sliding some fingers around and under the young man's balls,
smoothing the scrotum over them. He would love to be sucking on them right
then, but decided to keep the progress of seduction at an easy pace.
     When Sean reached into Roy's crotch, Roy thought, 'My God, does that
feel damn good, like something I've waited for all my life.  Why have I
remained a virgin for so long.  It feels so fucking good.'  His hand
gripped Sean's cock even more forcefully, pumping it up and down, half in
the water which made everything slipperier.  The huge bulging, solid rocket
just attracted him to it, so hard he wanted to get his hungry mouth over it
to suckle the hell out of it.  He'd never done that before, never got
close, but now he was ready.  But he didn't, he waited for Sean to lead the
way.
     Roy realized that Sean hadn't even touched his cock yet, real close,
around the base, but still no touching the hot, lustful poker of Roy's
which had never been so hard headed. He could hardly sit still beside
Sean's naked and sensual body, so beautifully muscled and absolutely ripe
for loving.
     'Well, I can't wait any longer,' Roy thought, 'I'll just have to go
for it.'
     Roy slowly leaned over Sean's crotch to look closely at the bulging
balloon of a cockhead wondering if he could ever get that in his mouth.
With his hand holding Sean's cock upright, squeezing the rigid spike up and
down Roy went far enough for his tongue to slide over the deep purple
cockhead, sensing the spongy, soft yet solid helmet, then slowly moving his
head down, taking the head into his mouth, his tongue twisting around the
hard tissue, loving the taste and feeling of the most wonderful glans
oozing boiling passion.  He couldn't help himself, even if he choked, he
wanted that cock in his mouth, shoving that pointed spear down his throat
until he gagged. But he didn't give up and made another try, this time
sliding the head far into his gullet and his lips met Sean's curlies,
smelling deeply of Sean's most innermost aroma, an aphrodisiac if there
ever was one.
     Sean had been so surprised that Roy got his whole dick in and down his
throat.  He wondered, 'How did this so-called virgin learn so quickly what
took me a long time to accomplish?'  Fortunately the two men had move
higher on the seats so Roy's face wasn't actually in the water, though he
probably wouldn't have minded.
     Roy grabbed Sean around the back, holding tight while he continued
stuffing Sean's cock into his mouth and throat, titillating his hot flesh
with his tongue. Sean's precum was pouring from his piss slit into Roy's
mouth and down his esophagus, flood his stomach with the mellow fluid from
Sean's prostate.
     Sean was soon aware that his body's circuitry was on overload, the
tingling surged from his crotch, balls and cock up his spinal column, to
crackle and spark his excited nerves even to his scalp - he was going to
come . . .  And .. ..  He ....  Did!  The best hot cum he'd ever had -
nobody else had done to him before.  His semen rushed into Roy's mouth,
engulfing his tongue, gums and throat tissues, shooting stream after stream
of jizm into his torrid body.
     As Roy sat up, Sean wrestled him to his feet with one arm beside him
in the hot tub, noting the young man's steely hard cock was protruding
straight out from his light brown pubes, his piss slit drooling precum in
long, hanging drips of the slick fluid.  Sean hugged Roy to his body with
one hand all over Roy's bouncy buttocks, the right hand hanging on to his
cock.  He started to pump Roy's cock vigorously, crown to base, squeezing
on the outward pull increasing the flow of precum.
     Sean lifted his left hand in front of Roy's face and stuck his middle
finger into his mouth, saying, "Roy, suck the hell out of my finger, get it
soaking with saliva 'cause you're gonna get it."
     When Roy had done that, Sean put his left hand on Roy's buttocks,
spreading the with two fingers while the middle finger jabbed straight into
the man's asshole, prodded deep into it and pumped in and out lustily,
through the virgin sphincter and on in to his prostate which he pulsated
hard and forcefully.
     Roy began moaning and grunting, "Uh .... oh ....  uh ....  ngh ... God
Sean ... that's ..... gonna do it .... punch me ....  uh."  Then he
actually yelled, "Sean, God it's coming .... here .... now .....  hold me
tight."
     Sean kept his finger rooting around in Roy's rectum but stopped
jerking on his cock, just holding him up while he reached his climax.  Sean
couldn't believe what he saw, Roy's cock spitting long streams of cum, five
then six, then more almost to the other side of the jacuzzi.  Roy had only
seen that kind of cum once before in his life.
     Roy staggered and stumbled, pulling Sean with him as they splashed
down in the middle of the jacuzzi, throwing a couple waves of water over
onto the patio floor.  Roy seemed to be in a coma, not aware of what was
happening as Sean held his head out of the water, pulling his body to his
own, delighting in the feel of their joined flesh.
     Slowly, Roy recovered to look into Sean's face, "God, Sean, I feel
like I was hit by a truck, a big one.  What the hell did you do to me?"
     Sean smiled at his new lover, "Roy, I've only seen one cum like that
before in my life. That was in a gay video starring the most handsome man
in the world and you shot your cum just like him, just like Lucas in Lucas'
story.  Man, that was something.  You even look a lot like him, those
sparkling grey eyes and huge cock.  Of course he's uncut, but still much
the same." He squeezed Roy, "My man, I'm gonna do everything I can to keep
you."  He mashed his lips onto Roy's, searching in his mouth for his
tongue, dueling with that muscle when he found it. "You're not getting
away."
     Roy retorted, "Do you see me running away?" To himself he thought,
'Boy, was I ready."


     By the time Joey and Ben stopped to pick up Brian at campaign
headquarters, Ben was lying down in the tiny back seat, groaning in pain.
His butt hurt him so bad, he had to tell Joey what happened.  Joey told him
to wait until they got Brian to see what they should do.
     Brian got in the car, looked around at Ben, immediately noticing his
bright red hand print on his face, and his odd position on the seat.  He
looked questioningly at Joey who then explained everything to Brian.
     "Oh, man, I'm sorry Ben, so sorry about your father, but we'll get you
fixed up."  He noticed that Ben was crying, tears dripping down his cheeks,
deep furrows on his brow and forehead. He reached over the seat back,
holding on to Ben's hand, gripping tenderly in sympathy. "Joey, let's go
see Sean, he shouldn't have gone to work yet."
     Brian pressed the button under Sean's phoney name to ring his
apartment.
     "Yes?" Sean answered.
     "Sean, this is Brian.  I need some urgent help and I need to bring
Joey and Ben up with me, remember them, they were with Rocco at the
hospital."
     Sean answered quickly, "Sure, Brian, I'll buzz you in.  Come on up,
you know where."
     Once in the apartment Brian explained what had happened to Ben with
help from both Ben and Joey.  Ben was in a lot of distress, noticeable even
though he tried to hide it.
     Sean looked at Ben, "Ben, let the guys help you back to the jacuzzi
room, I have a padded training table there where you can lie down so I can
examine you. And I'll get some stuff that should help you."
     Soon Ben was stretched out on his stomach on the table, his pants and
briefs around his knees.  The other three gasped at Ben's bottom, such dark
red bruises spread over it.  Sean gently touched his butt cheeks just
enough to feel the depth of injury, then just as carefully as possible he
pulled the two cheeks apart. In his opinion the injury to the asshole and
rectum was negligible, though it will probably be quite sore for a while.
Ben's buttocks were strong enough and thick enough to protect his sphincter
from damage.
     After getting some medication from his First Aid chest, Sean tenderly
applied a antiseptic anaesthetic cream to the whole area, making Ben as
comfortable as possible, finally covering him with a blanket because that
area was damp and cool.
     "How's that feeling, Ben?"
     Ben barely spoke, "Much better, Sean, thanks.  I think I might sleep a
little."
     "Ok, Ben, you are welcome to stay here. Just relax."
     Sean showed Joey and Brian into the kitchen where he fix them all a
few sandwiches.
     "I think Ben is worn out partly because of his intense struggle with
his father, he'll recover soon."  He looked toward the jacuzzi room, "He's
going to hurt a while, " he smiled at Joey, "so you'll have to stay away
from his ass for a couple days."
     Joey looked grim and pouted, "Well, shit, we haven't had sex since
.... ah ... well, I guess I can do that," remembering they'd just had sex
the previous night."  He felt embarrassed, thinking, 'they'll think we're
just sex hounds.'  He added, 'and they're right'.
     "Joey, you are welcome to stay here just as long as Ben needs you.
Ok?"
     "Thanks, Sean."
     "And Brian, I know you'll want to get back to Mike. I'll see to the
boys. Also, I'll have to go to the hospital soon.  I'll show Joey how to
let you in.  "
     Joey spoke up, "Uh, Brian, could I talk to you just a minute, just you
and me."
     "You can use the den, Joey, soundproof and very quiet," Sean offered.
"Lock the door if you want."
     Brian settled in a strange leather chair, an Eames chair he thought he
remembered..  "What is it, Joey."
     "Brian, I was with my brother the night before he died.  He spoke to
me about a number of things between just us, but the last words he got out
were, 'it's ..... tone, it's .... tone' I didn't know what he meant, and
still don't. I can't imagine how that could apply to me.  But he was
determined to get that out.  He used pretty much his last strength to do
it.  I had my ear pressed onto his lips."  Joey started to weep as he
remembered his last time with his brother.
     Brian stood up, enfolded Joey into his arms, "That's Ok, Joey.  You're
a good man.  I'm not sure that I know what it means, but I will tell Mike.
He'll probably know.  Thanks you lots. I'll leave you to get back to him,
you stay with your partner.  When you guys need a ride, just call and we'll
be here. Ok?"
     Joey smiled at Brian, "Thanks."



     Mike had finished his taping and was back in the cabin wondering where
Brian was. He was sure everything was all right, hopeful that Joey and Ben
hadn't wrecked Brian's car. His cell phone warbled.
     "Hello."
     "Mr, Keith?"
     "Yes."
     A very young voice continued, "Mr. Keith, you don't know me, but I
just sucked off a man who is trying to get evidence - pictures, maybe video
- showing you doin' homo stuff.  I heard him tell somebody else to get it.
I'm sorry but I don't know his name.  He has a big sedan, Town Car I think,
and maybe the next time he wants me I can get the license plate number."
     "How old are you, son?"
     "13 years old." He waited, "You can call me GB."
     "Well, Jeebee, I appreciate your calling me, could we meet, very
carefully, soon? I don't want you doing anything dangerous to
you. Understand?  What's your phone number?"
     "Gotta go!" The circuit was broken.


     Not ten minutes later, Mike's cell phone warbled again.  Brian wasn't
home yet.
     "Hello, Mr Keith"
     This voice was a much more mature one that the previous call.
     "Yes."
     "This gotta be quick.  You don't know me, but I've been hired to get
evidence about you doin' queer stuff, you and some other guy.  And the man
who wants this is pushin' me real hard.  I think it stinks and I'm holding
back, but if he gets to me I'm gonna have ta get somethin'."
     "Can you give me a number? A name, anything?  This is the second call
about the same thing, but the other caller was a young boy.  You have any
ideas?"
     Jake thought, then said, "Yes, I do. I know this man a bit, don't know
his name.  But I do know he goes for chicken.  Do you know what I'm talkin'
about?"
     The meaning finally sunk into Mike's brain, "Ah, yes, I think my first
caller was one of those.  Sounded really young.  Said he was 13 but I
wouldn't be too sure about that."
     "You're right, he goes for the youngest chickens, son of a bitch. I'd
like to cut his cock off."
     "Can you give me anything?  Name, car, business?  No clues from his
phone calls?"
     "Nothing, but I'll keep tryin'"
     "Well, could I meet with you?"
     "Hell, no, I'm under ......  Oops, sorry.  I'll be back, Mr
Keith. Watch yourself."
     "Thanks."


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