Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 00:23:20 -0400
From: Sid Gittler <sidg@optonline.net>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation 13:  Please add to series

The events in this chapter take place in November 2000 but I wrote it
September 2001 starting before and ending after the tragic events of
September 11, 2001.  It is a story that links story-past to story-present
and ends in hope for one of the boys of Peckertown.

It is in that spirit of hope that I dedicate this story to the boys and
girls of America who lost a parent, relative or have a friend who lost
somebody in the tragic, senseless acts.  Also to the boys and girls feeling
another sense of loss...that of the innocence and security that childhood
is supposed to hold.

Love,
Sid G.

This story is a work of fiction.  It contains man-teen male sex.  You know
the rest of the drill.  And while this is chapter 13 it is really the 28th
episode in the Peckertown Adventures.  There are more to come.  Or is that
more to cum?  All comments to sidg@compuserve.com

Arkansas Vacation 13:  1967 The Summer of Love
By Sid G. (c) 2001

	I hung up the phone and walked into our bedroom.  Lion was
stretched out face down naked on the bed.  I admired his still tight ass
and my cock sprung to attention so fast I almost forgot what I wanted to
tell my young lover.
	"Just got off the phone with Big Sol sexy," I said.
	"What did Peckertown's ice cream king have to say Marc?" Lion said.
	"He's hired Samurai Inc. to find John and Carlos and bring them
here."
	"The Usenet boy kings?  That'll be great for business.  Get the
publicity out and they could make a fortune sitting fully clothed just
signing autographs for their fans."
	"We'll see, Shiro's casting his net out looking for leads," I
dropped my shorts and lay down naked next to Lion and began stroking his
back.  Getting closer and closer to his ass each time.
	"Before you get too hot and bothered I want to show you this mpeg
file Sindra just sent over on ICQ," Lion said.
	"Cool, how is that sweet piece of Norwegian boy ass?"
	"Fine, says he and Ash can't wait to get over here and meet us.
Now this film isn't long but it's old.  I'm glad somebody saved these old
8mm films and is taking the time to convert them to digital files."
	"Wish we knew who, invite him down and throw him a party."
	"He's probably living in the state by now.  Where else would he be
safe?"
	"True," I said as my hand reached the center of his crack.
	"Horny old man, let me start the movie."
	He clicked the arrow and the old grainy image appeared on the
screen.  "Lover Boy 12" was the title followed by two young boys with long
messy black hairs tied by headbands began stripping.  The younger one was a
lot faster but both of their smooth hairless chests were enticing.  Then
the second title came on: "Ray and Gerry" which was quickly replaced by a
shot of the two boys frenching.
	The camera stayed in close to their faces and I felt a tickle in
the back of my mind that I couldn't ignore.  Nor could I place it.  Then I
noticed a beauty mark just over the younger one's left lip.  They separated
and the older began to suck the younger one's prepubescent cock.  I got a
good look at the suckee's face and pieces started to fall into place fast.
	"Holy shit, I don't believe it," I said.
	"They're good and sexy but nothing unusual," Lion said.
	The older boy got on top of the younger and pulled his legs up and
when I spotted the ring on his left hand I knew for sure.
	"I know these kids, grew up with them."
	Daniel stopped the video just as a finger disappeared into the
younger boy's hole.
	"You're kidding me?  Prove it."
	"The older one is Ray Perry and the other is his younger brother
Gerry.  They lived two houses down the block and across the street.  They
were wild kids and their parents went along with just about everything.
Ray told me he was screwing his brother but I didn't believe him till he
showed me.  That was the first time I smoked pot too.
	"You did drugs?"
	"Hey, this was the 60s man.  I was sixteen, Ray was still fifteen
and Gerry eleven but we were hippies.  My hair was even longer than theirs
but a lot straighter.  This must have been done the summer of 1967 when
they hitched out to San Francisco for the summer of love."
	"At eleven and fifteen their parents let them hitchhike on their
own from New Jersey to San Francisco?  I thought my parent's cut us a lot
of slack but never that."
	"It was a different time and country then.  You didn't worry that
the guy behind the wheel was going to rape and kill you.  You stuck your
thumb out and sooner or later somebody would pick you up and take you
closer to your goal.  And two little kids, I think it took them three
truckers to get cross country."
	"And had to spread their cheeks for all of them," Lion said.
	I shrugged, "never asked.  Besides I don't think it would have
bothered them anyway.  Now hit the play button."
	He did and we spent the next five minutes watching them suck and
fuck.  When it was over my love turned off the laptop and I turned onto my
back and stared at the ceiling.
	Lion shut the laptop off and put it on the floor, or at least I
guessed he did, before snuggling up next to me.  His hand draped over my
chest.
	"Remembering your friends?"
	"Yeah, they had such wonderful stories when they got home right
before school started.  Also needed treatment for syphilis and gonorrhea
and were the first two I knew who had to go to rehab."
	"Not surprising now, but back then?"
	"Turned out they're parents were pushing drugs and using them as
dealers in the school.  Boys to rehab instead of jail like their parents."
	"What happened after they got out?"
	"Went to live with an Aunt and Uncle the other side of town.
Didn't see them much though."
	"What kind of stories?" Lion asked after a while.
	"They told me about a movie shoot but I doubt it's this one,
definitely not this episode.  Ray said he and Gerry were making out on the
living room rug, one of these thick shag rugs with lava lamps and black
light pictures along the wall."
	"Groovy man, right on."
	"Total trip dude.  Suddenly nine more naked boys came in all bigger
than both of them and start shoving cocks in mouths and asses.  For the
next ninety minutes it was non-stop sucking and fucking with the brothers
both usually getting it at both ends.  "I remember stroking and shuddering
at the same time.  Sounded so hot and so awful at the same time.  Finally
at the end of the movie Ray and Gerry were tied into a 69 and go at it
until cum poured out of each other's mouth.  Then the nine boys shot one
last load over their bound bodies and walked out leaving them tied up as
the movie ended."  "Holy shit, they get paid for that?"  "After the entire
crew finished fucking them while they were still tied together.  Think they
split about $200, which was a lot of money then and there."  "Anything
else?"  I thought for a second, "Yeah, but this feels almost like
exploiting them again."  "We pay the rent by doing that if you want to look
at it that way."  "I don't want to.  Besides you kids are so much
different, more mature in so many ways than we were.  Boys coming here know
what they're getting into I don't think Ray and especially Gerry ever did.
For them it was fun and games."  "Sex, drugs and rock and roll," Lion said.
I fell silent, wondering, remembering all those friends who've gone out of
my life.  But then my best friend brought me back to the present when his
lips encircled my cock.
	"Oh yes, that's better lover.  Be my Lion tonight."
	A roar that sounded more like a whimper came from deep in his
throat, around my cock and into my pubic hair.  Slowly he moved up and down
on my hardening cock.  Each motion drained negative vibes out of me.
	But not the positive memories of the times I spent with my first
two sex partners.  Yes, Ray and Gerry were the first ones I had gay sex
with.  It was raw, passionate and a hell of a lot of fun.  Even after the
San Francisco trip and time in rehab Gerry had a tight ass that was great
to fuck.  The three ways were dynamite.
	A nip on my cockhead brought me back to the present.  I gently
stroked my lover's hair as I pushed his mouth back down and gave myself
into the sensations.  He might be rapidly approaching his sixteenth
birthday but he gives better head than some guys I've known who were doing
it before he was born.  Almost all.
	He kept his mouth still and worked his tongue all over my cock.
Even licked my slit and cleaned off the precum, for a second at least.
Nose embedded in my pubes his tongue reached out and licked my balls and
started them churning.
	I was out of my mind with lust, on the verge of shooting my
load...and he pulled off.
	"Lion!"
	He shut me up with his mouth on mine for a good long hot kiss that
kept me close but slowly eased me from the brink.  Finally he broke the
kiss and swallowed my hard prick again.  He slowly moved up and down and
the precum start flowing again, the balls started throbbing again.  I
grabbed for his head, held it in place and filled his throat with my love
seed.
	Five large shots followed by several smaller ones and he didn't
lose a drop, never does.  Spent I pulled him up and nestled his head on my
chest.  For the next few minutes we rested quietly while we caught our
breaths.
	"I want my Lion in me, I want my love inside of me," I whispered
into his mane.
	"Say it again."
	"I want my Lion in me, I want my love inside of me," I said and
pulled his mouth to me.  Our tongues danced and I could taste my cum still
inside his mouth and gathered it up with my tongue.  I pushed down and ran
the tip of my tongue down his hairless torso and swallowed his rising rod
and coated it with the cum.
	"Oh shit Marc, its time, roll over onto your back so I can look
into your face as I fuck you," Lion said.
	When his voice is like that I don't argue.  Took me seconds to pull
off, roll over on my back and pull my legs over my head.  As he knelt
between my legs Lion shoved his long black hair behind his head and shook
it loose.  "Every time is so special my love."
	"More special than the time before, though that's barely possible
any more.  Now fill me with your love."
	And he did, slowly and smoothly.  With lust and love his manhood
filled my insides.  All too soon his groin met my butt.
	"Oh yes, oh fuck," was all I could say.
	And that's what he started to do with slow easy strokes that
relaxed my insides and got them nice and moist as I worked my rectal
muscles around his growing, hardening cock.
	Slowly, oh so maddingly slowly he picked up the pace, thrusting
deeper and harder into my soul.  Rubbing my prostate so my cock rose to
attention though left unattended.
	Using flexibility I lost long ago my fifteen-year-old lover bent
down and took my cockhead in his mouth as he continued fucking me.  The
sensations drove me wild as I tried to thrust my cock further into his
mouth at the same time I was pushing it back to meet his thrusts.
	My leg muscles tightened up and ached and I didn't care and he
didn't stop.
	My arms strained to hold my legs up and the reactions were the
same.
	Finally he rose to his full height, threw his head back and roared
as he filled my ass with so much cum that it sent me into my second orgasm
of the evening.  Pulse after pulse of his seed swept into me as he
continued pounding and roaring.
	Finished he collapsed on top of me and forced my stiff limbs to the
bed as his limp cock popped out followed by his cum.  We ignored the mess
and rolled over onto our pillows and fell asleep.

	Sun was streaming in through the window when a monster jumping onto
my bed woke me.
	"What the fuck?"
	"Get up sleepy head, you're not going to believe this."
	"That you're still alive?" I said as I flung a pillow in his
general direction.
	"Look who has reservations for the weekend starting tomorrow,"
Daniel said.  He's always more Daniel than Lion in the morning.
	"Aaron and/or Haley paying a visit?" I said as I pushed myself up
and blinked my eyes.
	"Look," he threw the paper on my lap.  I picked it up out of the
dried cum.
	I pushed myself up and looked at a copy of an In-Boy-Inn
reservation form.  It was for adjoining rooms for, it couldn't be.  I
blinked and looked up.
	"This isn't funny if it's a joke."
	"No joke, Ray and Gerry Perry from Longston, NJ will be arriving
here approximately six o'clock tomorrow afternoon for what I presume is a
weekend of boy sex.  To top it off they've stayed with us four other times
over the last year and a half."
	"I guess you've figured they were my first boyfriends, sex
partners."
	"Duh."
	I held my hand out and he took it and sat next to me.
	"You want to see them," Daniel said a few minutes later.
	"I've been thinking about that.  Last time we were together wasn't
too pleasant.  Fought actually."
	"About what?"
	"Rehab worked just enough to get them free and learn how to control
how much and when they used.  They didn't sell again but every time I went
over to their place they were stoned to one degree or another and they only
hung out with other druggies."
	"Except for you?"
	"I'd share a joint there if it was being passed around but I really
wasn't a user.  By this time it was June1969 and the two of us were getting
ready to graduate high school.  Just weeks before the Stonewall riots but
I'd read stories of raids in the New York papers.  I started talking about
wondering what it was like going to be gay in college.  Ray goes, 'hell we
ain't faggots, just boys having fun together.'  I lost it, crying I jumped
on him arms swinging."
	"It's ok, I understand," Daniel said and hugged me as tears flew
after thirty-one years.
	"Our last day in school I found a note on my locker from Ray
apologizing and asking to see me again.  I ripped it up and never called or
took his calls."
	Daniel reached over and picked up the cordless phone and hit the
speed-dial and waited for a few seconds.
	"Kevin its Daniel.  You've got two repeat customers coming in
tomorrow night, the Perry brothers," he paused as Kevin said something.
"No, nothing wrong with the reservation.  What I want you to do is make
comp dinner reservations in the restaurant for eight tomorrow for the
private booth in the corner.  Marc and I will be joining them but they
don't know it and I want to keep it that way."  Another pause.  "Tell them
its because they're good repeat customers.  Talk to you later."
	"I didn't say," I started to say but Daniel's mouth interrupted me.
	"You're going to be a wreck if you don't take the opportunity to
see them and square things.  Despite our love I know what my first
boyfriend meant to me and the warm feeling when I see him at the club."
	I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and tried to clear my head.
	"And what do you want to do for my sweet sixteen birthday?"
	"Shit, is it that time of year already?"  I said.
	"Weekend party at the lake and we stay the rest of the time."
	"Just family?" I said.  A glance showed that he wasn't totally
thrilled.  "You have something else in mind or did I leave somebody out?"
	"I was thinking we could invite Cody, Justin, Keith, the Trips,
Zeus, Tad, Mike and Mark as well.  All of us have become so close and
everybody's been working so hard that a long weekend away would suit
everybody.  And after last year I can't imagine not having them there,"
Daniel said.
	"Cool."
	"Mean it?"
	"It's your birthday so we invite who you want.  Just don't want to
know what the final sleeping arrangements end up being."
	"Everybody in our bed?"
	"Not a chance lover," I said and grabbed him.  It was a while
before we got out of bed.

	Fortunately I had supervisory meetings the rest of that day so my
old friends pending arrival didn't over occupy my mind.  I've said it
before and I'll repeat it here, one of the things Elijah and I find most
amazing is how smoothly everything is running all over town when most of
the employees should be in middle or high school worrying about the next
test.
	Cody and Justin for example.  Their restaurant in the Jorgenson Inn
is the biggest grosser in town even though it's a no sex zone and the help
is fully dressed.  Zeus and I keep on eye on things and we set them up with
our CPA to keep the books in order but they supervise everything
themselves.
	If you haven't read the Pizza Boy chapter you should.  But Wayne
and Dan bought the owner of Marvin's Pizza out and Wayne at thirteen runs
it and has improved the quality immensely.  It's amazing what Dan's love
and support did to his self-confidence.  We had a Chamber of Commerce
meeting last month and three-quarters of the new members were under
sixteen.  And they don't accept whores as members.
	Speaking of which they learned from the problems earlier in the
year and they've organized themselves so that if a boy hasn't checked in at
least by phone every forty-eight hours an alert goes out.  Saved two boys
who were about to be shipped out to white slavers.
	Benjy's twelve now and he and Roger have set up their own apartment
over the garage behind the Jorgenson's house.  Aaron and his girl are
getting serious but haven't talked about marriage yet.  All in all
everybody's as fine as possible in this unusual town we call home.

	Six, six-thirty, seven, seven-thirty the next night all found me
showered and naked in my walk-in closet trying to decide what to wear to
supper.  I had one tie-dyed tee shirt but I didn't think it would work,
besides my hair's a bit shorter than then.  All there mind you, no balding
in my family.  Daniel walked in, slapped my cheeks and I could tell he was
trying not to laugh.  He handed me a pair of underpants, long sleeve shirt
and slacks and told me I had two minutes to get them on or he was taking me
naked.
	We walked out of the room 110 seconds later and I let him drive to
the Inn.  When we got there I sent him in ahead to see if they were at the
table.  Ten minutes later he came back out shaking his head.
	"No show?"
	"No such luck.  They just got seated and you'd recognize them right
off the bat.  Hair's still long and bushy, Ray still has that ring and
Gerry the birthmarks over his lip.  Come on."
	I got out of the car and followed him in.  Kevin was at the
restaurant's door and whispered that the guests were surprised but pleased.
They'd already ordered one of our best wines.
	Daniel took my hand and we walked in.  We waved to some other
regular customers till we got to the corner.  He was right, I recognized
them instantly and figured I just never saw them their earlier trips.
	"Hi Ray, Gerry," I said when they looked up.
	"How do you...holy shit is that you Marc?" Ray said.
	I nodded and he was in my arms.  Gerry followed a second later.
	"You set this up?" Gerry said a minute later.
	"No, the credit goes to my partner here.  Ray, Gerry, this is
Daniel Jorgenson, my lover, partner, life."
	We sat before we continued.
	"How'd you know?" Ray asked Daniel.
	Daniel looked at me, I nodded and he proceeded to tell about
getting the film, us watching it together and me recognizing them.  Then
while checking the new reservation files finding their names and deciding
that a reunion was in order.
	"Ray, Gerry, I'm sorry.  I should have accepted that apology back
then.  I was just," I shut up and waved my hands.
	"We were kids," Ray shook his head, "I said something cruel while I
was high and still denying that I was gay.  That all the sex the three of
us had, the movies Gerry and I made, the whoring were just boys being boys.
Didn't mean anything, I could fuck girls whenever I wanted to.  It took
losing you to realize I didn't want that."
	"There was a bright side to it though.  Nothing we'd done or gone
through before showed us what damage drugs were doing to us.  One toke too
many and we lost our best friend, probably our only real friend.  That
night we flushed every ounce of drugs down the toilet.  After school was
out we checked ourselves back into rehab for the summer.  That time it
worked," Gerry said.
	"No drugs of any kind since then?" I asked.
	"I didn't even want drugs when I had my knee surgery.  We only have
some wine on special occasions.  And this sure has turned into a very
special dinner," Ray said.
	I leaned over and hugged Ray and felt Gerry's arm come over the
top.  I couldn't tell whose tears I was feeling but knew some of them were
mine.
	If we were any other party of four I'm sure the staff would have
kicked us out.  Instead Daniel had the staff leave a tub of ice filled with
sodas and kicked them out.  The half-full wine bottle had been taken away
long ago.
	The two druggies were now guidance counselors in the Longston
schools along with running various drug awareness and gay education
programs throughout the area.  Both gay and living together, and well,
still screwing the shit out of each other.
	"Nobody else?  Then why is this your fifth trip here?" Daniel
asked.
	"When we were kids we found plenty of men who got off on having sex
with us.  I guess somewhere along the line the tables turned.  It took us a
while to get the courage up to come down here.  We don't get any hassle for
being gay, but hell we are teachers," Gerry said.
	"I guess you're comfortable now.  What's your favorite part?"
	"The openness, can you imagine us being this free at home back
then?"
	"Neither can most of these boys.  That's why they're here.  All to
often these kids have been kicked out because they're gay, run before they
were kicked and/or run from an abusive relationship," I said.
	"There are some who want to be here though," Gerry said.
	"Some came here freely, a hell of a lot more will tell you that and
most have no desire to leave.  This is their home and if they have to whore
to make a living its better than the alternative for most."
	"My favorite places here," Ray said, "the Tasty Buns and the Little
Leather Club.  Man that Benjy is hotter than hot.  Say Daniel, with your
connections do you think you could hook us up?"
	"I could introduce you but the one thing neither one of us does is
get into procuring.  In fact the only family member who does anything like
that is my younger brother," Daniel said.
	I leaned back and laughed which got quizzical looks from my old
friends.
	"And I take it Benjy's that younger brother," Ray said finally.
	"Yep, and if I even mentioned the idea I'd be on the receiving end
of that whip and then his boyfriend would be on me," Daniel said.
	"We'll still take that introduction," Gerry said shaking his head.
	"No problem, meet you there tomorrow for the lunch show and we'll
go from there," I said.
	"There is one other reason this trip down besides sex and fun in
the Arkansas sun.  We're here looking for a boy."
	"A lover to take home?  I wouldn't recommend it," I said.
	"No, we're looking for him for his father," Ray said.
	"Tell us about it, but no promises we'll help you even if we can,"
I said.
	"Understood, and we're here to find him, talk to him and if he's
willing to his father will fly down to talk to him in front of us or
whomever the boy wants.  We may have only been here a total of two weeks or
so but we know these are good kids.  In this case the father doesn't even
deny the boy's reasons for running were good.  But I know the guy and he's
changed, sobered up, and most importantly he kicked his wife out and really
wants to put his life back together."
	"If he wants his son to be a part of it why didn't he come?"
	"Said it wouldn't be fair to Frank.  No that's not quite the way he
put it.  You remember Ger?"
	"He said, 'I drove him away once and I don't want to drive him away
from his new home.  All I want is a chance to talk, try and establish a
link.'"
	My lover and I leaned back in our seats and looked at each other.
We knew what the other was thinking.  Parents coming to look for their son,
like Chris Scott's did, are extremely rare.  The ones with happy results
are rarer still.  A couple parents joined Cody and Keith's in jail when
they stepped over the line, again.
	Thirty odd years ago the two men sitting across from us had been my
best friends, lovers.  Could I trust them in 2000?
	"Do you want to talk about it now or after the show?"
	Ray took two pictures out of his coat pocket and passed one to each
of us.  Recognition was instant but I hoped I kept my face as even as
Daniel did.  "Look familiar?"
	"A bit dear, have to search the memory banks later," Daniel said.
	"I have a feeling that it will be a very short search, but we won't
press you on it."
	"Thanks Ray, tell me what you can," I said.
	"The boy's name is Francis Xavier Corrigan the third, his father is
the second.  Father and son lived with the boy's mother and younger brother
in Rockaway, NJ.  That's about fifteen miles west of Longston where the
three of us grew up Daniel."
	"OK, we may have gone by it in our trip up there last May," Daniel
said.
	Gerry nodded and continued.  "Mr. Corrigan owned a milling company
there and was a workaholic and when things went bad he added alcoholic to
that.  Mrs. Corrigan had joined that club years earlier, and was a violent
drunk.  Frank stood between his mother and Sam, taking the brunt of the
abuse while Sam hid in their room.
	"As things got worse at home Trio, as they called him, was going
through puberty, realizing he was gay, and less able to handle the tension
at home.  He was thirteen and Sam was nine.  Sam's still nine, stepped in
front of a car and was killed instantly.
	"Jesus H Christ," I whispered.
	"A week after the funeral Frank left home.  It took his parents a
week to notify the cops, and admitted that between their grief and drinking
they hadn't noticed," Ray said.
	I looked at Daniel who nodded.
	"Anyway, business got worse and the cash flow became tenuous as
Frank Jr. put it.  Their biggest customers were several divisions of Sorrel
Enterprises."
	"Sorrel squeezed him out?" Daniel said.
	"Just the opposite really, they were paying in seven days when they
had thirty but it was just enough to keep the company going.  Finally they
bought the company.  They told Mr. Corrigan that he could keep running the
business if he went into rehab for at least six months and joined AA
afterwards."
	"Cool," Daniel said.
	"Very, and AA is how we met him."
	"What about the wife?" I said.
	"Sorrel was willing to pay for her too, she refused.  He went
anyway and while there realized what happened to both his sons.  When he
came out he gave his wife an ultimatum.  Rehab or the marriage is over.
She threw five empty scotch bottles at him and when she went for a full one
he walked out."
	"Good for him.  But what makes him think his son is here?"
	"When we speak at AA meetings we're open about our homosexuality
and our past.  How it contributed to our drug use and how our drug use led
us to dangerous activities, like those movies," Gerry said.  "He'd seen the
articles and sought us out, would we be willing to come down here and look
for him.  The rest you know."
	"Ray, Gerry, do us a favor," Daniel said.
	"What?" Ray said.
	"Do nothing about this until we meet at the club tomorrow, and be
prepared to wait even longer."
	"We've got to be on a Sunday night plane and be back at school on
Monday."
	I glanced at my watch, "it's not quite Friday, we've got plenty of
time, or you can forget about looking altogether."
	"You mean we could look every second till we have to leave and we'd
never see him or anybody who'd recognize him," Ray said.
	"We've done it before if that's the way the boy wants it.  Once
they get here and settle in these young men's parents have no rights, no
ownership.  Got two boys on the town council, almost every new business in
town is owned by a boy or a boy and his adult partner," Daniel said.
	"Well, then I guess its time to call it a night.  Ray and I'll take
a walk down to the square and pick up a couple of nightcaps and see you at
the club for the matinee.

	Daniel and I got in our car and sat.  Trying to put the night's
events in perspective.
	"I know where they are," Daniel said.
	"Ok, but I was thinking of calling Mr. Scott first and checking
Corrigan out first.  Don't know if they're in the same chain of command but
Scott's got to be higher up."
	"You're right," Daniel fell silent, "You know what really amazes me
after hearing this?"
	"That Frank was able to put up with Scott's drinking problem and
all.  Amazing isn't it, but I think that helps explain why he went to the
clinic with him and get the partner counseling and all.  Where are they?"
	"Going on a double date with Zeus and the twins to the Big Lick to
catch the Trips show."
	"Why don't we stop by, say hello and see if we can find what
they're doing tomorrow.  I know the twins were talking about shutting down
for the winter but don't know if they did or not."
	Daniel started the car as I tightened the seatbelt.  He stuck his
tongue out at me and I pointed out the front window.

	The next morning I placed a call to the headquarters of Sorrel
Enterprises and quickly had Chris and Dashby Scott's father on the line.
	"I'm glad you could take my call this quickly," I said.
	"No problem, I told you and Mr. Jorgenson if there was ever
anything I or the company could do just call."
	"Do you know a Francis Xavier Corrigan Jr.?  Supposed to run a
milling company somewhere up in Rockaway that's part of the conglomerate."
	"Don't know him but it rings a bell, let me check the computer, ok.
Ok, yeah you've got the right man.  What do the Lords of Peckertown want
with him?"
	"Remember Scott Davis and his partner Frank?"
	"How can I ever forget those two?"
	"Frank is Francis Xavier Corrigan the third and Jr. hired two old
school friends of mine to come down and look for him.  Daniel and I had
dinner with them and they told me about the job and when I saw the picture
it took about a half-second to put them together."
	"So what's the problem?  From what I can see he's been a good
boss."
	I spent the next ten minutes filling him in on what we'd been told.
When I was finished I was greeted by silence.
	"I know his boss, his office is just down the hall.  Let me get
five minutes with him and check this out."
	"Thanks a lot, and please make sure this doesn't get back to
Mr. Corrigan.  I haven't told Frank about this yet and I don't want father
running down here yet, or son running."
	"Just stay by the phone."

	It was an hour before the phone rang back.
	"Clean bill, what our Frank didn't tell your friends is his
contract calls for periodic and random drug and alcohol screenings plus
regular counseling.  He's passed every test and requirement.  From what I
heard from his supervisor and the VP of Human Resources it sounds like you
should give them a chance.  But that's up to the boy."
	"Thanks a lot, give our love to the boys."
	"Will do, let me know if we can help some more."

	I got my love from his office and drove down to Mark and Mike's
Water Park.  Some of it was closed but the regular pool was heated so it
was still open.  The boy at the gate waved us through and told us Scott and
Frank were in the office.
	"Oh shit, what's wrong now?" Scott said when we walked in.
	"And hello to you too," I said.
	"Isn't it possible we might have good news for you?" Daniel said.
	"Try us," Frank said.
	"Too make a long story short Daniel and I had supper with a couple
of my school friends from Longston.  They're openly gay teachers there now
who also work with various counseling groups.  At an AA meeting they met a
guy who hired them to come down here and look for his son."
	"It worked for Chris Scott, hopefully it'll work for this kid,"
Frank said.
	"Glad to hear that Frank, its your father."
	"No way, no fucking way am I going back with that bastard to that
bitch of a mother of mine," Frank said.
	"Easy love, I think there's more," Scott said and took Frank's
hand.
	"To begin with he walked out on her.  Actually first he sold the
business to Sorrel Enterprises, where Chris' father works.  They made him
go into rehab in order to keep his job and when he came finished he told
your mother..."
	"Not my mother."
	"He told her your turn or good-bye.  She heaved a bottle at him and
he walked out.  I talked to Mr. Scott today and he talked with people who
work with your father and they all say he's sober, got his head together.
Has you and your brother's pictures on his desk."
	"Both?"
	I nodded.
	"Oh shit, oh fucking shit.  I've tried to put them and Sam out of
my mind, especially Sam.  Oh hell..."
	Frank wrapped his arms around Scott and bawled.
	"Who the hell is Sam?" Scott said.
	"Frank's younger brother. Walked into the street and a car killed
him by accident.  Frank came here a week after the funeral."
	"It wasn't an accident," Frank said between sobs.  "He left a note
and begged me to destroy it and not tell anybody.  He couldn't take it
anymore, especially what they were doing to me when I tried to protect him.
Sam knew exactly when that bus came down the street every day and ran in
front at the last second.  My baby brother killed himself because of me.
Said he was setting me free to leave and come down here.  I'd seen the
early stories about Peckertown and told him about it.  And he killed
himself for me!"
	Frank dissolved into tears again and Daniel and I just watched
Scott comfort him as Frank had comforted him while Scott's uncle laid siege
to our hometown.  I felt a hand inserting itself into mine and held it
tight.
	I didn't regret this conversation.  First Frank deserved to know
his father was looking for him.  But also it was clear how much he'd been
holding in all these years.  Feeling responsible for your brother's
suicide.  How does a boy cope with that?
	Daniel moved and put his arm around Frank from the other side and I
put mine around Scott and kissed his cheek.
	"He's hidden all this from me.  How did he put up with my
alcoholism?"
	"One word, four letters."
	"Love," Scott whispered.
	I nodded and Scott began to weep.
	They cried in each other's arms as we held them tight.  Tears
running down both our cheeks as well.

	"Is my father here?" Frank asked eventually.
	"No, just my two friends he hired.  They want to talk to you first,
explore feelings, options.  If you want Daniel and I will stay, or I can
get Zeus here," I said.
	"You two, and I tell you right now I'm not going back.  My home and
life is here," Frank said.
	"I'd go back with you if that makes a difference," Scott said.
	Frank kissed his lover's cheek then shook his head.  "It's not like
Chris or even Dashby.  I've been here too long to move back.  I love the
life we can live here and we couldn't do that back in Jersey no matter how
open it is.  This is our home my love."
	"When do you want to meet these guys?" Daniel said.
	"We've got to do a walk-around and then we'll grab hot dogs and
sodas for all of us.  Can you have them here in an hour?" Scott said.
	"Not giving me a chance to chicken are you?" Frank said and rubbed
noses with Scott.
	"No problem," I said and picked up my cell and pushed a couple of
numbers.  "Kenny, you have them...good, have them at the water park office
in one hour, no sooner."
	"You were having them held?" Franks said.
	"No, just watched in case you were willing so I could get them
here."
	"And since you two aren't going anywhere keep two weekends from
today clear for a road trip," Daniel said.
	"Where too?" Scott said.
	"The sexiest sweet sixteen party the world has ever seen.  Up at
the house in the mountains.  Inviting everybody."
	"Cool and cooler," Frank said.
	"Do we need clothes?" Scott said.
	"For the trip maybe, up there definitely.  My family will be there
too.  But not for the after party party."
	"Great, see you for lunch.  If you need to use the phones go ahead,
but just for local calls, bosses orders," Scott said and we all laughed.
	Mark and Mike Snitz could have taken their millions, shoved it into
a savings account and lived off the interest.  Instead they'd taken a chunk
of it and built the water park and were raking it in.  Worrying about phone
bills was habit from their hand to mouth, or should I say cock to mouth
hustling days before their bastard father and stepmother won the lottery.
	Daniel and I pulled out our cell phones and made the calls we had
to while we waited.  We looked at each other when there was a knock low
down on the door and Daniel opened it to find our hosts with their arms
full of hot dogs, fries and sodas.
	"Thanks guys, hope this is enough," Frank said as they piled a
dozen or so hot dogs, five orders of fries and six jumbo sodas."
	"Is this just for us or my friends as well?" I said.
	The three teens looked at each other.  "Marc, we are growing boys,"
they said in unison.
	I nodded and grabbed two hot dogs, fries and a diet coke seconds
before the rest was gone.
	As we were finishing the phone rang, Scott picked the phone up and
said to have someone bring them to us.  Minutes later the door knocked and
I let Ray and Gerry in then made the introductions.
	"You've turned into a handsome young man Frank," Gerry said holding
Frank's hand a second too long.
	"I guess Marc didn't make it clear that Scott's my partner in life
as well as work.  And that he's a second degree black belt."
	"Nice to meet you too Scott," Gerry said as he shook Scott's hand.
	"Pardon my brother guys but we do admire the young male form and
its sexuality.  After all we did work that side of the street when we were
growing up.  Or didn't my old friend tell you about that?"
	"We wanted to maintain your reputations as educators, but guys I do
have one of the movies on the laptop at home," I said.
	"There's probably a lot Marc and Daniel didn't tell us but I don't
really care right now.  What I am interested in are my parents and what
they have in store for me and Scott and me?"
	Ray looked at me and I nodded.
	"First of all it's not your parents, just your father.  He says he
knows where your mother is because he sends her the alimony check every
month.  Junior says he has nothing to do with her and there is no reason
for you to.
	"A bit too late he realizes he was a terrible father to you and Sam
and that Sam's death could very well not have been an accident."
	Ray paused but Frank just nodded.
	"Through AA and therapy your dad's."
	"My father, not dad," Frank whispered.
	Ray nodded, "Through AA and therapy your father realizes his being
a workaholic contributed to your mother's being an alcoholic and his
becoming one himself.  Nothing that you or your brother did contributed to
it.  Nothing you did, or could have ever done deserved the treatment that
you got."
	"Look Frank, Scott, neither one of us is going to paint your father
as an angel, not even in comparison to ours.  But I truly believe he's
changed and wants a second chance with you.  And we made sure before we
left New Jersey that he knew anything was on your terms.  We're willing to
tell him you weren't here or to make plane reservations for the two of you
to return with us or anything in between," Gerry said.
	"Why now?" Scott said.
	Gerry spread his hands.  "At a guess he finally decided it was time
to make the move.  He felt he was strong enough and maybe that enough time
had passed for Frank's feelings to mellow."
	"I'm not moving back, we're not moving back.  This is our home, our
lives and friends are here," Frank said.
	"Don't reject this chance love, don't miss the opportunity I would
have died for at one time," Scott said.
	"Your Mom and Dad loved you, would have accepted you gay, straight,
whatever.  Mine wouldn't have noticed if I was holding bi orgies in the
living room.  But you're right I can't pass this chance up," Frank said and
wrapped his arms around Scott.
	"I know what you mean kid, our parents were druggies who only
noticed us when they needed something from us.  And that went from food
shopping to laundry to sex to pushing drugs in the schools.  Dad died in
jail but we saw Mom a couple months after she got out and she was using
again.  Didn't even recognize or remember her own kids.  You're not making
a mistake." Ray said.
	I reached over and took Ray's hand.  "I'm sorry, I never knew,
never heard anything after I left for college."
	"What do we do from here?" Frank asked breaking the silence several
minutes later.
	"He flies down here and you meet.  Your terms," Ray said.

	Those terms resulted in a very nervous Francis Xavier Corrigan the
third pacing around a meeting room at the Jorgenson Inn the following
Saturday.
	"What if he doesn't show?" Frank muttered.
	"He is four-floors above us.  Do you want my former head of
security to go get him?" Daniel said.
	"Pass on that one," Scott said, "it's my day off and I want to get
off on the right foot.  Don't want to kill the guy because of what he did
years ago."
	There was a light knock on the door and it opened before I could
get there.  The man who entered was Frank in thirty years.
	"Father."
	"Frank, you are looking very good.  All grown up from what I hear
and see."
	"Thanks, you're looking better than I remembered you."
	"What being sober for almost two years will do to a man."
	"And how are you doing it?" Scott asked.
	"One day at time, one day at a time.  You're Scott, my son's lover,
partner?"
	"Both those and more father, he's the main reason I'm happier than
ever.  We've made a life for ourselves here."
	"And one I have no desire to wreck.  Look son, all I want is a
chance to be in your life, both your lives if you'll let me.  We'll talk on
the phone, I'll come to visit and if you two want to come visit me I'll
arrange and pay for that too.  I'm happier, more at peace with myself since
I was your age and started working in Gramp's mill shop."
	"Hear you walked out on her," Frank said.
	"Either that or get hit on the head with a full bottle, or worse
going back to emptying them myself."
	Frank smiled for the first time and his father smiled back.
	"Lord I hardly remember that smile," the father said.
	"Didn't know how to till I got here.  You want to take the tour?"
	"Love to."
	"I guess that's our cue to leave," I said and Daniel and I rose.
"Call us if you need anything.