Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 22:05:14 -0500
From: Sid Gittler <sidg@optonline.net>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation  14

The following story is a work of fiction.  While we may all wish there was
there is no place like Peckertown, Arkansas so keep it legal.  Which
includes not reading this if it's illegal for you in your neck of the woods
or your butt'll get whipped if you're caught.

Enjoy.  All comments to sidg@compuserve.com.


Arkansas Vacation 14
By Sid G (c)2001

	Elija, Daniel, Benjy, Aaron and I were sitting around the office
conference table for our usual Friday evening review when Margaret came
over the intercom.

	"I'm putting Mike and Mark Snitz through they're pissed."

	Which was immediately followed by two clicks as the five of us
looked at each other.  Or should I say the other three stared at Daniel and
me?  We'd filled them in on the lunchtime reunion between Frank and his
father earlier in the day at Mark and Mike's Water Park where they worked.

	"Marc, Lion, what are you doing to us?" one of the identical twins
said.

	"Settle down boys, what's going on?" Elija said in a voice that was
both compassionate and demanding of obedience.

	"Scott and Frank just left for the airport with Frank's father.
Said they'd be back to work after the birthday party.  What's going on?"
the other one said in a slightly calmer voice.

	"I was going to call you later to invite you to the party.  It's my
sweet sixteenth and we're inviting all my friends to our cabin vacation
home for the party.  It's going to be out of this world.  All of you are
invited."

	"Fine, if they come back," the first said.

	"Guys, its Marc, I promise they'll be back.  Frank's dad came down
and they met today but Frank said they weren't moving.  This is their home
like its ours."

	"You'd better be right about that.  What are we going to do about
security till then?  We can run the place but not that end."

	"Call Sarge at the hotel, he should still be there, and make
whatever arrangements you need for coverage.  Tell him it's my authority,"
Elija said.

	"Thanks, and we'll work out paying with him or you?"

	"Him or Zeus, its up to Sarge.  Now are you coming to my son's
birthday party or what?"

	"Wouldn't miss it.  The two of us, Zeus, Tad, Keith, Justin and
Cody?"

	"I said all of you didn't I, you'll tell them and I'll get back to
you when the transportations arranged.  You'll be leaving Friday afternoon
and coming back late Sunday.  And tell Justin and Cody that if they don't
show up their rent is tripled," Daniel said.

	"Quadrupled," I said and everybody laughed and the twins clicked
off.

	"We don't charge them rent," Elija said.

	Daniel and I shrugged.  "They do want to start paying though.  Feel
they can afford it now and want to do what's right," I said.

	"Good for them, you take care of it and keep it reasonable
Mr. Accountant.  If I leave it to Zeus we'll end up paying them.  Anything
else before supper gets cold?"

	"No sir," the rest of us said and we raced across to The Tasty
Buns.

	Well the kids raced, Elija and I walked.

	"What kind of party are Francis, Christine and I heading into?

	"A nice family barbeque on Saturday afternoon.  We'll grill some
burgers, dogs, chicken and baked potatoes.  Play some Frisbee or go out on
the lake.  You and your honey alone in a rowboat with a couple of poles, a
cooler of beer."

	"She gets seasick in the bathtub."

	I looked over and Elija shrugged and we both laughed.

	We walked in and I looked around the restaurant.  A few customers
sat eating the food and fondling the nude busboys.

	In a corner booth was a sight I still found odd.  Benjy and his
lover bodyguard Roger dressed in regular t-shirts and cut-off jeans.
Shortly after Benjy's twelfth birthday the youngest Jorgenson boy went
through a growth spurt that add three inches.  He'd bought all new leathers
for the club but for the first time since I'd joined the family he also
bought regular clothes for the rest of the time and insisted on buying
Roger new clothes too.

	Aaron and Margaret were sitting at a booth with their respective
girl and boyfriend.  Everybody wondered when the engagement announcements
would be.  Daniel and I sat with his parents and younger sister around a
table.  Francis moaning loudly that all her friends from high school were
grandparents already.

	"You skipped two grades Mom, remember?  Or are you getting
forgetful in your old age," Aaron called out.

	"Let's not get into ages big brother, especially with my lover
around," Daniel said and I kicked him in the shin.  I'm not much younger
than his parents.

	Everybody laughed as Shawn and Chris served dessert.

	"Chris, Shawn, you two have a banquet gig next weekend.  Big
birthday party and they want you two to wait and bus," Daniel said.

	"Cool, whose birthday?" Chris said.

	"Mine, at the cabin.  You leave Friday and return Sunday."

	Shawn stared over at Mrs. Jorgenson.  "Is Daniel serious?  Are we
really going?"

	"You serious?" Francis said.

	"Totally, but not just to work.  To have fun and party too," Daniel
turned to the boys, "you guys are part of the family.  You are coming."

	They were on him instantly with big hugs and kisses.



	Friday morning Benjy, Roger, Daniel and I headed up to the lake
cabin.  Clark and Lois Jensen, the local caretakers, were taking care of
the food and other supplies we'd decided to head up early and help them set
everything up; and get some relaxation in.  We took a different scenic
route this time and it was a little easier drive.  We passed through one
town where there were lots of young boys congregated along the street.
Most wore Speedos or thongs; the others showed their prepubescent hairless
bodies from head to toe.

	"How do they find their way here?  There's no train service and I
doubt bus," Roger said from the rear as we hit the center of town.

	"Natives, not necessarily this town but I'd say all from within
twenty to twenty-five miles.  Sound right bro?" Benjy said.

	"Yeah, sent out by their parents to work unlike the boys in
Peckertown.  Look how thin and weary they are.  Probably take whatever
action at whatever price they get offered to keep food on the table at
home," Daniel said.

	Several minutes later we exited the town.  On the shoulder were a
group of naked boys from five to eight.  As they heard us coming a couple
stood and stretched.  Nothing obvious, but obvious enough.

	I pulled over to the side of the road and the ones standing ran up
to Daniel's window.  One was eight and the other two were five and six.
After a couple of years in Peckertown you learn to judge boys' ages pretty
quick.  You could see their ribs as they stretched and fondled themselves.

	"Can we help you mister?  We can help in lots of ways," the oldest
one said.

	"How old are you?" Daniel said.

	"We all ten, very legal, parents sign papers."

	Benjy slid his shorts done and his cock jumped out.  It too had
grown and it was getting hard.

	"Have you ever taken care of something this big?  Had it up your
ten year old ass?"  He pointed at the youngest.

	The boy ran up and looked.  Back and forth from Benjy's face and
cock.  Finally he shook his head.  "No, do you want me to try?"

	Daniel pulled three tens out of pocket, threw them on the ground
and waved me on.  I pulled away as they scrambled for the bills.  We drove
in silence for a while and when we reached the next town a pulled into
drive-in restaurant.

	The silence lasted as we ate hamburger deluxe meals, though picked
at might be better.  Only thing went down fast and furious were the sodas.
Like we were trying to wash the taste out of our mouths.

	"How, how," was all Daniel could say.

	"Because their parents are too lazy to work or too stoned on crack
to do anything to support their habits so they send, they send their son
out to get the money and then the crack," Roger said and bolted from the
car.

	We watched as he ran to the back border of the property, sat on
picnic table and obviously began to cry.

	"Go," I said and Benjy ran to his lover.

	"Didn't know, didn't think I'd touch a nerve like that," Daniel
said.  "I know there are parents like those kids, or I guess Roger's, but
it makes you wonder about what we do back home."

	I pointed to another table near us and got out of the car.  Daniel
joined me a couple minutes later with some more sodas.  I was grateful for
the time and drinks.  He sat and I put my arm around his shoulders and
pulled him close.

	"Love, you may be the oldest almost sixteen year old on the planet
but that's all you really are.  Any place else you'd be a junior in high
school helping out Mom and Dad at the family restaurant when they needed
you.  Instead you're helping run a multi-million dollar company."

	"Am I really helping?  I wonder at times," Daniel said.

	I kissed the top of his head.  "More and more all the time.  When
the time comes you'll fill your father's chair admirably.  But that's well
in the future God willing right now you've got to understand your and your
family's place in all this."

	"We make money off these boys' backs."

	"True, and with some even off their cocks, mouths and butts.  But
we've given about two hundred of them real jobs just at the two hotels so
boys like Worm don't have to whore.  Peckertown disappears and Tad is back
in LA selling himself, if he's still alive.  Where else would Cody and
Justin be running a successful restaurant and not begging or whoring to
support two discarded teens?"

	"Where else would Roger have found someone to love who would love
him back?" Daniel whispered.

	"Where else would we have found each other?" I said and took him in
my arms.

	"What do we do about those boys back there?" He asked when we broke
the kiss.

	"Calling the local police won't help because they have to know
about it and we have to be out of Waters jurisdiction.  We'll call him when
we get to the cabin and let him handle it with the state boys.  They love
cracking down on operations like this."

	"Cool," Daniel said and laid his head on my shoulders.  We finished
our sodas, got four new ones and joined Benjy and Roger.

	"You two OK?" Daniel said.

	Roger nodded, "That wasn't me back there, that nine year old was my
older brother.  My parents were crack addicts, sent us out to whore, but he
hid me in alley and did the whoring.  Lots of times he sucked men off, get
fucked, where I could see him.  When the law changed and we heard about
here he held back money for a week and bought me ticket.  Wanted him to
come but he said it was to late, he had full blown AIDS and no treatment
for him."

	"How old were you?" I said.

	"Five at the start Ralph was nine, I watched this for eight years,
eight fucking years while my, while those bastards smoked their crack!"

	"We'll do something, won't we Marc?" Benjy said.

	"Daniel and I already decided to call Sheriff Waters when we get to
the cabin, let him and the state cops handle it."

	"And if they don't?" Roger said.  What if they think we just want
to kill competition?"

	"That town ain't competition lover," Benjy said.

	"Isn't," I said automatically.  "Besides, they don't want WBOY
reporting their refusal to protect underage children and it getting picked
up by other news media."

	"Let's go, I'm getting cold here.  Need to get to cabin, get warm,"
Roger said.



	I turned the heater on and we pulled away.  Benjy cradled his lover
in his arms.  Daniel powered up the laptop and directed me to the main
highway and away from any more small towns.  Nobody cared about scenery any
more.  After using the mapping software to determine where we'd seen the
boys he emailed Waters all the details and exact directions.

	Given the change in speed we made up the time we spent at the
restaurant and pulled down the lane right on schedule.  All of our moods
improved as we pulled around the bend and coasted to a stop in front of the
house.  When Benjy saw the Jensens he tore out of the car and almost leaped
into their arms, barely remembering he was no longer the little boy he'd
been his last trip up.

	"Oh my God; this is little Benjamin?" Lois Jensen held him close.

	"Yes ma'am, Lord it's good to see you and be here.  Got so jealous
last year when Daniel got to come up."

	"And who is this stranger?" Clark said.

	Benjy slid away and grabbed Roger's hand.  "Mr. & Mrs. Jensen this
is my lover, my partner Roger.

	"Seem to be a good influence on the boy son, got him away from all
leather all the time," Clark Jensen said as he extended his hand.

	"Thanks sir, but Benjy did pick these clothes out himself.  But at
show time..."

	"Not now love," Benjy said."

	"Well, I'm glad you guys got here early 'cause there's work to be
done," Lois said.

	"Boys come with me, Marc why don't you help the missus in the
house."

	"Gee thanks, but fine," I said and we laughed.

	Except for lunch we worked at getting the house and grounds ready
for everybody who was coming.  At lunch Daniel insisted that the Jensens
return for the party on Saturday as guests and not to work.

	We finished at four and the six of us sat on the porch drinking
Mrs. Jensen's homemade lemonade.

	"Marc, I've got a question, favor really," Benjy said.

	"Go ahead."

	He looked over at Daniel who nodded.

	"The three of us were talking and, well, it's like..."

	"And you're the supreme slave master?" Daniel said as the silence
dragged.

	Benjy shrugged.

	"What my baby brother is trying to say is that he and Roger want to
stay up for the week too.  Plenty of space for each couple to have its
privacy and things to do together."

	I smiled and turned to Benjy.  "Caleb ready to be in charge for a
week?"

	"Got to find out sometime, I need a break Marc."

	"There is one catch," I said.

	"What?" Roger said.

	"You have to help clean up when we're ready to leave," Daniel
replied.

	"You four go down to the beach and sit watch the sunset while the
mister and I start supper.  There's going to be a lot of hungry mouths to
feed and I want to have it done so your mother don't try and help," Lois
Jensen said.

	"Don't bother with dessert though.  I know she's been busy baking,"
Benjy said.

	"That's always been her job because except for pecan and pumpkin
pie I can't bake a whit," Lois paused and looked at us.  "Lord it'll be so
good to have the whole family here again."  She turned and walked off her
hand in Clark's.



	It was a little after six when the caravan pulled around the curb
and in front of the cabin.  Which was good because the aromas wafting from
the kitchen were driving us up a wall.

	The Jensens came out and we headed down to the cars.  The rest of
the Jorgenson clan emerged from the first van.  A bunch of our friends left
the second and started emptying out luggage.

	Scott got out from behind the wheel of the third and a too long
second later Frank got out the passenger door and opened the sliding door.
The Trips came out followed by a figure I hadn't expected and two boys I
didn't recognize at all.

	"Did Lance say anything about Frankie coming?" I asked.

	"Said there was a chance but not to say anything in case it didn't
happen.  But who are the other two?  Too young to be John and Carlos,
besides I'm sure we'd have heard if Samurai Inc. had succeeded.  You two
have any ideas?"

	As we greeted everybody that group held back.  The two looked
familiar, yet.

	All of a sudden Daniel gasped.  "No, it can't be.  What are they
doing here?"

	"They?" The raven-haired boy said in a Scandinavian accent

	The two boys ran up and it was Sindra and Ash.  Two young Internet
friends from Oslo, Norway we instant messaged and exchanged files with
regularly.  Sindra's hair was as golden as Ash's was black and stood an
inch over his boyfriend.  They were thirteen-year-old hunks that should
have been a couple thousand miles northeast of Peckertown.

	After we hugged and kissed in all combinations Daniel said, "OK,
I'm sorry, what are you two doing here?"

	"Well you told us it was your birthday and you were having this
party so we decided to come," Sindra said.

	"And your parents just dropped you off at the airport and let you
come."

	"Sort of, Dad has meetings at the United Nations in New York and we
talked him into bringing us and letting us come here for the weekend.
Surprise," Sindra said and jumped into Daniel's arms while Ash landed in
mine.

	They started off as friendly welcoming kisses but they quickly
turned into deep passionate kisses.

	"They're good, Sindra sucked me off while Ash fucked my tight ass,"
Frankie said.

	"Frankie!" Bobbie said and swatted a small bubble butt that was
barely encased in cum stained running shorts.

	"Everybody bring the bags into the living room and then wash up for
dinner before everything burns," Mrs. Jensen said and everybody moved.

	"We want to sleep with you two tonight," Ash whispered into my ear
as I carried him upstairs.

	I sucked on his neck.  "If it's ok with Daniel and Sindra it's fine
with me."

	He tucked his head into my shoulder.  As I hit the top step I
turned and saw Mark and Mike Snitz hugging Frank and Scott.  I entered the
house.

	An hour or so later we were scattered around the living room taking
a break before dessert.  Daniel was where he was supposed to be. Next to me
without a finger hold in-between.

	"Hey Frank, how was your trip?" Daniel said.

	"Cool," Scott said.  "Really good."

	"Yeah, it was.  And I want to thank you guys for helping Mark and
Mike when we left them in the lurch like that.  Just knew that if we didn't
go with Dad right then and there I never would make the trip.  But it was
cool, ran into some of my old friends and they were fine with everything,
you know living in Peckertown, my introducing them to my partner.  The most
important thing was..."

	He stopped and leaned into Scott who rubbed his back.

	"I went to my younger brother's grave.  We said some prayers then
Dad and Scott went back to the car.  I talked to him for the first time
since the morning he died.  I told him everything that's happened since.
Everything.  Including getting my father back.  And I forgave him.  I let
go of the anger and guilt and told him to rest in peace with God.  As I
walked away I felt something change inside me.  Warmth where cold had been
normal.  Can't really explain it but I know what it is.  Peace."

	"And then we went back to his dad's house and had the best sex
ever," Scott said and Frank blushed while nodding.

	"So did you go to New York City while you were there?" Benjy said.

	"Yeah, had to take the small town boy to the big city," Frank said.

	"Went in on Wednesday, saw Lion King, Madison Square Garden,
Greenwich Village.  That was really special, we could hold hands as we
walked and most of the looks were positive.  But I'm a small town country
boy and Peckertown is where we're going to stay," Scott said.

	"I don't think any of us are going anywhere," Justin said.  "This
is our home, and it'll be that even when we're old like Marc.  I mean
you're not old but you, Mr. & Mrs. Jorgenson are like, shoot you know what
I mean.  But Cody and I will be here running the restaurant and keeping the
boys who want off the street off it."

	"It's funny, Mark and I have all this money, could go anywhere, do
anything.  But running the park; giving the whores a place to relax, not be
solicited," Mike said.

	"Part of me wants to go back to LA and work with abandoned kids,
but there's enough here to do that with.  Help the big man when I can," Tad
said.

	"Love to have you with me son," Zeus said.  He walked over to Tad
and the huge black man picked up and hugged the small white boy.

	"Peckertown, our home, forever," Elija Jorgenson said and we all
nodded and hugged our loved ones.

	"I guess this is as good a time for dessert as any," Mrs. Jenkins
said from the dining room door.

	"More food?"  Shawn said.

	"Yes, and this time the two of you get up and help so Mrs. Jenkins
can enjoy some with us," Mrs. Jorgenson said and Shawn and his fellow
busboy and lover Chris hurried into the kitchen and had everything on the
table before everybody was seated.  After everybody was served they stood
by the coffee pot until their boss pointed her finger at their chairs.



	It was a couple hours later that Sindra and Ash joined Daniel and
me in our bedroom.  They watched as we stripped and then motioned us onto
the bed before they slowly disrobed.

	Then Sindra walked on the bed till he straddled Lion while Ash did
the same to me.

	"Pul mag aden hest kook, (fuck me with your horse cock)" they said
together and lowered themselves onto our hardening cocks.

	"Don't know what you two said but just keep it up Sindra," Lion
said.

	"You too Ash," I got out as his hot ass touched my crotch.  I
reached up and pulled his mouth to mine and we kissed.  "I don't know how
to say it in Norwegian but work that tight ass.

	When he squeezed his ass muscles tight I thought I was going to
shoot right then and there but I held my breath and he relaxed and I came
down from the brink.

	"Be careful what you wish for you tool pase, (stupid penis), Ash
said.

	Sindra giggled and I knew it wasn't as nice as the first bit in
Norwegian.

	The two young lovers started moving up and down in unison, slowly
fucking themselves on Lion and my cocks.  The two of us moaned in perfect
harmony as well.

	People say you don't get anything worthwhile out of porn movies
besides getting your rocks off, which in and of itself isn't a bad thing.
But these two youngsters were proving them wrong.  If you remember the last
chapter started with Daniel and I watching a boy movie they sent us.  >From
the action Ash was giving my cock it was clear they were learning what they
were watching.

He was grinding his ass into my crotch as his ass muscles massaged my
throbbing cock.  Precum was providing a lot of lube to the extremely tight
hole.

	"Oh shit, Sindra you are so fucking hot," Lion moaned from next to
me.

	"You really do have a hest kook and I love it up my boy pussy,"
Sindra said.

	Ash nodded at me and I pulled his face to mine and we kissed as his
ass relaxed and my breathing calmed a tiny bit.  He sat up and I started
stroking the respectable three inches bobbing in front of me.

	"Oh yeah, feels good," Ash said.

	"Everything about you feels good," I said and ran my other hand
through his black hair.  "Very good."

	Ash started to leak precum and my first instinct was to use it as
lube.  Instead I wiped it off on my finger and brought the youthful nectar
to my lips.

Both youngsters started moving at a faster pace and I knew it wouldn't take
much longer.

	"Oh you're so fucking hot," Lion shouted, "make me shoot up your
hot ass.

Ash and Sindra leaned over and kissed deeply as their ass muscles continued
to work.  It made the whole experience much more intense.  I looked over at
my lover and blew him a kiss...seconds later I blew my load up Ash's ass.

	Followed nanoseconds later by the first splash of his cum on my
chest.  When we were both sated I pulled him down to me and we kissed, long
and hard.  To the right of us my Daniel and his Sindra were matching our
every move.

"That was great," I whispered, "even if I am a tool pase."

	Ash giggled and shook his head, "you are not a stupid penis."

	"All men are stupid penises when it comes to cute boys like you."



	Shawn and Chris brought the four of us breakfast-in-bed about ten.
Later than I figured but earlier than I needed much less wanted.  Each
plate held scrambled eggs, three buttermilk pancakes loaded with butter,
hash browns and sausage.

	After we were all served the two naked busboys, turned, shook their
buns and walked to the door.

	"And Mrs. Jorgenson says to eat up and get your clean and washed
butts down there quickly," Shawn said.

	"Hey, it's my birthday," Daniel said.

	"Your mother made both of us work on our birthdays so you're not
getting any sympathy from us," Chris said and darted out the door.

	Daniel and my mouths dropped as we stared at each other.

	"Why you looking like that?" Ash said.

	"Chris said that?" I said.

	"Demon must have taken over."

	"About time too," I said and we started laughing till Sindra
punched Daniel in the stomach.

	"What's so weird?" Sindra said.

	"Chris never talks back like that.  From the day we picked them up
he's been the quiet shy one of the pair.  Never speaks up like that," I
said.

	"Well, in bed he does," Daniel said, and I threw a sausage at him.

	I expected him to throw it back but he ate it instead.  Instantly I
realized if I didn't start eating three teen vacuum cleaners would demolish
their plates and descend on mine before I had what I wanted.

	Came close but I finished the eggs and half the pancakes before my
plate was grabbed out of my hands.  It was returned with a single sausage.
I gobbled it down before they changed their mind then headed to the
bathroom.



	Except for Margaret, her boyfriend and parents, who happen to be
Daniel's Uncle and Aunt, everybody coming for the party was there and
helping out by the time the four of us got down.

	"Well for four people who slept in you look all tuckered out," Lois
Jensen said.

	"We stayed up late, uh, talking," Sindra said.  "This first time
we've met in real world."

	"If that's what you call talking Roger and I are moving into Mom
and Dad's room after they leave.  We need some peace and quiet you know,"
Benjy said.

	"Yep, you two will get up with the sun, do the chores, fish in the
afternoon and get to sleep early," I said.

	"Speaking of chores I need you boys down by the dock for a few
minutes," Clark said.



	The family party started quiet and stayed that way.  Even the
perpetually horny Frankie enjoyed the quiet time with his three brothers.

	One funny moment came when we had to explain to the two Norwegians
that it was too cold to go swimming even if it was "hot."  Air temperature
of fifty-five and the lake was way colder than that.  So they settled for
working on their tans.  After a while some of the younger boys, Frankie,
Tad, Keith, Shawn and Chris sat around Sindra and Ash.  They were
enthralled with tales of the great white north.  After all these were boys
who considered a half-inch of snow a blizzard.  From what drifted over to
where the birthday boy and I sat with most of the others some was fact some
was legend and some pure fantasy.

	Matt and Mike Snitz drifted off onto the dock with Scott and Frank.
Cody and Justin got directions and headed off for a hike.  Benjy led Roger
off somewhere.  Aaron took his girl in yet another direction.  Daniel and I
just sat on the deck as various combinations came and joined us and moved
on.  The food was basic, good and plentiful.

	Somewhere around four we stopped cooking lunch and started supper
about seven.  Two seconds after the first steak hit the grill the first
ravenous teen asked if it was done.  By that time everybody was either on
the porch or within a couple feet of it.  While no lions or tigers and very
few bears there was other wild life nobody wanted to become personally
acquainted with.

	We ate inside and before dessert Daniel opened his birthday
presents.  A couple things we needed around the house, some clothes
including a Razorback's soccer uniform from the Snitz brothers, he
immediately put the jersey on.

	"Danny, you look so good in that.  Wish that dream could have
worked out," his mother said as he turned around and showed it off.

	"I know Mom, but you and Dad always wanted us kids involved in the
business and we are in ways we never would have been at our ages.  In fact
we've gotten you a present.  Do you have it with you Benjy?"

	"In my room.  I'll be right back and don't cut the cake, I'm
starving."

	We all laughed as the youngest Jorgenson boy ran up the stairs.
Seconds later he was back and handed an envelope to Daniel who gave it to
Aaron who handed it to the youngest and only girl Christine.

	"Mom, Dad, it's our turn to give you something.  Something you
haven't had in a long time and need and deserve," Christine said and handed
her mother the envelope.

	Francis opened it and pulled out sets of tickets and paperwork and
she and her husband started looking at it.

	"It's nonrefundable, nontransferable, non-exchangeable and you
leave in two weeks on ten day Caribbean cruise out of Miami followed by
four days at Disney World," Aaron said.

	"Oh my, oh my," Francis said between tears.

	"How can you afford this, first class air, top suite on the ship?"
Elija said.

	"Dad, you pay us all full salaries, none of us pays rent and eat
most of our meals either at your house or one of the restaurants.  So
between all of us it was easy.  Besides, you two deserve it even if we went
broke getting it, Aaron said.

	"Thanks kids, you didn't have to but we appreciate it," Elija said.
"Now Honey, give me that before your tears wash the ink away.  And if
that's it for the presents I think it's time for some birthday cake.

	"Just one more," I said and pulled a small box from my pocket and
turned on the couch to face my love.

	"Daniel, we've told each other we love each other millions of times
since the week we met.  And I know each time has been as true for you as it
has been for me.  But I decided it was time to give you something tangible,
something that'll show everybody how I feel about you."  I held the box out
and he reached for it.  "It comes with four huge words."

	"Which are?" Daniel said as he put his hand over the box.

	"Will you marry me?"

	He jumped into my arms and the ring box fell to the ground.  We
hugged, cried and kissed and everybody cheered.

	Roger picked the box up and gave it to Daniel then kissed him on
the cheek.

	"Open it," came from every direction.

	Daniel took a deep breath to still his shaking hands and slowly
opened it.  It wasn't a regular engagement ring but a regular band with
lions made from diamonds encircling it.

	"Look inside," I said.

	"MF and DJ Forever," Daniel whispered.

	"Put it on," his mother said.

	"Show us already," Christine said.

	"And I thought we were going to be the first to get married,"
Jennifer, Aaron's girlfriend, said.

	"You may be.  We talked about marriage way back when Yoshi and Jeff
married but we're waiting for another man and boy to get married first," I
said.

	"From what I hear there are a few couples around town that are
seriously talking about doing it," Justin said.

	"Cool," Daniel said.  "We've got to call your sister and tell her."

	"Who do you think got the ring?  Only Vegas jewelers could make
something like this."

	"Way cool, still have to call her."

	When Daniel sat back down the lights went off and a young boy about
Christine's age brought the birthday cake in.

"Lex?"  Is that you?" Christine said.

"Yep yep, Grams figured you could use a straight boy your age here tonight.
I've missed you."

	Christine walked over and helped him carry the cake, hands
touching.  Everybody sang, Lois cut the cake and everybody ate.

	Eventually the straights headed up to bed.  Except for Lex and
Christine who put their coats on and went out onto the porch to get
reacquainted.  The rest of us headed downstairs.

	When we'd originally planned this weekend we figured on this big
orgy.  All our friends joined together in one big daisy chain, nobody
noticing whose cock was in whose mouth or ass or hand.  Something changed
though.  There was still plenty of sex but each set of lovers was off on
its own in the large room.  For a while my fiancé and I just watched the
other couples in their love making from the double bed facing out from one
wall.  The passion, caring in illuminated by actions and words.

	In one corner Tad and Keith were kissing gently while right next to
them Keith's big brother Cody made love to Justin.  A whole different world
than the day Keith showed up on their doorstep.

	On the left of the bed Ash and Sindra were in a slow 69.  On the
other side the Trips plus little brother Frankie were in the middle of
their own daisy chain.  Even for the little one though it was more love
than usual with them.  This wasn't a performance; this wasn't just sex.
This was showing love in the way they knew best.

	Taking up one of the far corners Zeus, Mark and Mike were going at
it hot and heavy which is really the only way any of them knows how.  I
caught Zeus taking a peak at Tad and knew that regardless of how much Zeus
loved the two Valley Boys there would always be a want in his heart for the
ex-LA streetwalker.  A love he would never allow himself to express in a
sexual way.

Frank and Scott were making peaceful love.  The kind you make when you've
reached inner peace within yourself, and so has your lover.

Roger was fucking Benjy in the middle of the floor.  This time the younger
boy was in the doggy position while his older partner slowly massaged his
insides.  Watching their relationship change and mature showed what time
and basic chemistry can do.  And a whole lot of love.

Shawn was sucking Chris as he fingered his lover's hole.  They weren't the
young boys Daniel and I found hitchhiking on our way back from New Jersey.
Grown into young men, and though they didn't know it, about to get promoted
and shipped over to the restaurant at the In Boy Inn.

But then the two guys who picked them up that evening have grown a lot too.
I turned on my side and looked at my Lion.  Not the young but experienced
fourteen year old but a grownup, a sixteen-year-old man who is everything I
ever wanted.  I'll ever want.

I felt a hand around a surprisingly limp cock.

"What's up with this my love?" Daniel said as he gently stroked it.

I thought for a minute.

"First I thought it might be age or being tired.  But it's not.  This is
beautiful to watch, almost perfect ending to a perfect day.  But it's not
arousing."

"What would be the perfect ending?"

"Going upstairs to our room and making love in our bed."

We went and we did.



Some time midmorning coffee started brewing, bacon started frying, eggs
started cooking and everybody drifted into the kitchen.  A few of the boys
hastily retreated when they spotted females around, deciding their usual
nudity wasn't appropriate.  Breakfast lasted forever as eggs were joined by
homemade buttermilk biscuits then followed by pancakes and French toast.
By the time I managed to stand I was glad I'd worn my sweatpants.

The day went much as Saturday had.  We sat and lazed around, a rare luxury
for people who don't get much time off from work.  For the teens that own
and run businesses like Mark and Mike, and Cody and Justin it means
seven-day weeks with long hours.  Even within the family we try and take
one day a week off but it takes negotiating for two of us to get the same
day off.  Margaret, Daniel and I have it easiest since the office is closed
on Sunday but the cell is almost always on and almost always gets answered.

You figure out the exceptions.

Around three we loaded up the cars and we all went into the nearby town for
lunch, place called Jensen's, opened just for us by Lois and Clark's son
Kent.  After another marathon meal Benjy, Roger, Daniel and I headed back
to the cabin for our vacation while everybody else headed home.

And a week later so did we.



Daniel and I made slow passionate love before getting out of bed Monday
morning.  We knew the kind of disaster awaiting us at Jorgenson
Enterprises' headquarters.

And we were right.  Margaret had sorted and distributed and prioritized
everything in our absence.  The two of us took our own high priority stack
to our offices and got to work.  An hour later Benjy called and said he
needed us down at the Little Leather Club right away, and to pick his
father up if we could.

This worried us since despite being the youngest Jorgenson boy Benjy always
tried, and usually succeeded, in taking care of his end of the business by
himself.  Had to be major to call all three of us into it.  When we pulled
up in front of the club Caleb, Roy and the other masters heading in as
well.  Daniel, Elija and I looked at each other.  What the hell was going
on?

Benjy had set up a large circular table in the showroom with a phone on it.
We took our seats and waited for him to stop pacing and sit down.

"Son, what's the problem?  Something wrong with one of the slaves or did
something go wrong?" Elija finally asked.

"No, nothing is wrong.  In fact I want to start by thanking Caleb for
keeping everything smooth while Roger and I were gone.  And the rest of you
for helping him out.  It takes a load of my mind to know I can be gone like
that and everything's cool."

Benjy was talking really slowly which meant he was nervous about whatever
was next.

"Thanks Benjy, it was a privilege standing in for you and everybody,
including the slaves, made it easy.  To be honest the hardest part was
apologizing to customers who came to see you."

Benjy half smiled and nodded.

"Look, let me get to why I called you here.  I know you're all busy but
something has come up that I need to talk to you about.  By our good
fortune what we do here in the Little Leather Club, all over Peckertown is
legal and open.  In other cities around the country and around the world
there are other underground clubs that match what goes on in this building.
All illegal, all very careful about whom they let in.  Some masters treat
their slaves as well as we do, most treat them like property that have to
be well maintained to keep the customers satisfied.  There are a few that
don't give a fuck if the customer beats, mutilates, maims or even kills the
slave.

"Also to a large degree we are all connected.  A customer cleared by one
club can gain admission to another a lot quicker."

"But we don't have to worry about the cops," Roy said.

"True, but it has come in handy to keep some nuts out of the private rooms.
Plus anybody who comes here first is usually safe for the illegal clubs.
One of the biggest, most famous and most powerful of the clubs is in New
York City.

"Morgan's Leather Emporium," I said.

"You've heard of him, been there?" Elija said.

The outside of his building on the edge of the village is a huge leather
shop.  Anything for bikers along with the casual or serious S&M
participant.  He has two clubs in the back.  The one I've been to is
strictly adult.  People I knew there hinted about the other side, the one
you're talking about Benjy but I never went.  Met Morgan once and he seemed
a nice guy."

"Has the best reputation in the business.  Not only does he have any kind
of boy you want but his rooms are set up for anything the customer wants to
do.  On top of which the well being of his slaves comes first.  Morgan has
billed customers for medical treatments, banned customers and even set them
up in stings with young boys if they really crossed the line.  When a boy
is finished either due to age or injury or just can't hack it he finds
someplace for them to go where they'll be loved and have a future."

"Sounds like a good man," Daniel said.

Benjy looked around the table and took a deep breath.  "In all closed
circles legends grow.  As there have always been boy lovers there have
always been men who loved to torture boys to one end or another.  In that
circle, in my circle there is the legend of The One.  A slave who
regardless of what you do to him emerges unscarred.  A slave who can heal
other slaves as well with a touch of his hands.

"Captain Morgan says he has found such a boy and wants to bring him here
with his brother and guard.  We can use him to heal any injuries but not
for shows, and we have to make sure nobody steals him.  There will be honor
and responsibility, may even need to set something up with Kenny for extra
security."

"What's the danger?" Caleb said.

"As I said, there are masters out there who don't care about their slaves.
Masters who will give anything to get their hands on the boy.  Morgan is
bringing him here so other masters can test his talents.  I called you here
to ask your approval."

"You are our master..." Roy started.

Benjy held up his hand and Roy stopped.  "I can make the decision, but I
need your input on this.  It will mean extra work and responsibility.  If
it works out extra prestige for the Little Leather Club around the world."

"May even need to expand and get some more slaves," Caleb said.

"Larger, better shows mean more money for everybody," Roy said.

"More customers who can go overboard.  Our boys have to come first and we
can't just pull boys in off the street to be slaves," Elija said.

"I know Dad, if it was just the other issues I would have told Captain
Morgan yes when he called instead of having that phone on the table."

"Get him on speaker," Elija said.

"Talk," a voice said after three rings.

"Bart, its Master Jorgenson the Captain is expecting my call," Benjy said.

"One moment Sir," Bart said and we were put on hold.  Instead of music we
were greeted by sounds of boys begging and screaming.

"Benjy, how are you?"

"Fine Captain, and how are you?"

"Good, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here with my father and Marc Fogel the general manager of Jorgenson
Enterprises.  I've explained your proposal and I think they have a couple
of questions."

"Marc Fogel, name sounds familiar."

"I was a guest of your adult establishment a couple of times before I moved
to Peckertown.  Very enjoyable experiences," I said.

"So I see, and now you're working for my competition."

"Thank you for the complement Captain.  I'd like to think we care for our
boys as much as you care for ours," Elija said.

"Mr. Jorgenson I presume, an honor and a privilege.  Your son is a rising
star in our industry.  And your family's concern is the reason I asked
Benjy to host this meeting.  That plus the security arrangements you made
during the movie shoot and when Aaron and Haley come to stay.  I'll be
honest here, Timmy is very important to me and not just because of his
talents and special abilities.  He and his older brother have touched
someplace special inside of me.  And as you can imagine Sir that's not
something I can afford to do to often."

"I know, my son has learned to walk that line.  Especially at the beginning
when we lost some of the boys to AIDS.  I've really got only one question."

"I'll be honest with you Sir."

"First call me Elija, can't get used to Sir.  What are the dangers we
face?"

"You'll have to lay out ground rules about your slaves and the regular
whores.  The main danger comes from a couple of masters who frankly don't
give a fuck about their boys but who I can't get excluded.  There's one
based in South America that I'm especially worried about but I don't know
if he's coming or not."

"That's what I figured talking to Kenny about Dad.  Maintain an inner
perimeter around the Captain and his party.  Did a good job with Aaron the
last time."

Elija reached over and hit the mute button.  "You want this son?"

Benjy nodded and Elija hit the mute button again.

"Morgan, you're on.  Coordinate everything with Benjy and Marc."

"Thanks Elija, looking forward to meeting all of you real soon."

"Thanks Captain, I'll call you later today," Benjy said.

"Take care boy, I'll be here for another four hours," Morgan said and hung
up.

"Good work Benjy," Elija said.

Benjy beamed.

"You're the point man on this but work with Marc and don't agree to
anything final until you go over it with him.  Morgan may be a good man but
he's still running an illegal operation.  Don't know who he's in league
with."

I thought about an old high school classmate and scribbled a note to call
him.

The meeting broke up and after Benjy and I set up a meeting for the next
day the three of us headed back to the office.  Daniel drove and I sat in
the back seat so Elija could enjoy the thrill of being up front.  My mind
sped through all the events of the past few weeks and how people's lives
have changed.

Even Lion's and mine.  The only visible change is the ring he never takes
off but we've both felt a positive shift in our relationship, in our love
for each other since I slipped the ring onto his finger.  It's amazing how
much four little words can change things.

Then the real important words are those three little words adding up to
eight letters.  Frank and Scott are closer than ever now that both have
dumped the inner baggage that was destroying them.  Benjy and Roger became
closer after their first week together without any role-playing.


To be continued....