Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2010 23:13:50 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Chinook 5

Chinook
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


5: A Little Creative Thinking

It was a usual weekday evening in Calgary, the sun was low in the
northwestern sky.  Due to the altitude and proximity to the Rocky mountains
the air was cool.  Royce had to make the boys take jackets.  They parked in
the visitors lot and Rom made a beeline for the front door, at his usual
mach 2 speed.  Cliff helped Royce with the packages.  As they approached
the large double glass doors, of the extended care home, they could see
people moving and then nothingness.  Nothingness except for the lobby and a
loan figure sitting behind the reception desk.  The loan figure was one of
the staff, an older lady with a permeant frown etched into his wrinkled
skin.  Royce always thought she looked older then most of the "inmates".
He also thought her face would make a great black and white portrait or
perhaps a pen and ink drawing.

This time they could see her expression was somewhat changed.  Overlain on
the permeant frown was a blank stare of astonishment.  By now everyone knew
Rom by name and most knew Cliff and Royce by sight, if not name.  Cliff
held the door open and they greeted the receptionest with the usual polite
good evening.  She hesitated and responded in a more polite than usual,
"good evening, new art work for Mrs. Rundle?"

Royce was somewhat taken aback but responded, "Yes, I finished a couple of
new sketches."

"You may not know but every one here, who is ambulatory and all of the
staff, looks in on Mrs. Rundle every day to see your newest work.  I want
to thank you for sharing it with us, it means so much to our elderly ones
and the staff too."  That comment stimulated the germ of another idea,
which Royce would need to ponder.

Royce thanked her again and inquired about Rom.  "Oh, went to his mother's
room, in fact the most amazing thing happened.  He came running up to
Mr. Black, the biggest grump in the world I think, and literally dragged
him to meet Mrs. Rundle."

"The amazing part is Charley Black not only went but he did it with the
first smile you have ever seen on his face," Royce commented.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Rom and Cliff have that effect on grumpy old men.  Rom is Mr. Black's
personal art advisor."

Just then Rom and Charley came into the room.  The older man was holding
Rom's hand and they were both laughing and smiling.  They stopped to greet
Royce and Cliff and then Charley took Cliff's hand, "Come with us Cliff, I
want you to meet a very special lady."  Royce looked puzzled so the
receptionest offered, "his aunt, Miss Black is here and he comes every
Tuesday to see her".

"That Mr. Black is certainly a nice man and he sure likes your work.  Is he
the gentleman the boys were telling me about, the one who bought your
painting," Jewely remarked.

"Yes, that's him."

Royce set up his newest effort and wrapped up the old one.  He chatted with
Jewely a bit longer and began to wonder where the boys had gotten to.  He
went looking.

As he approached Miss. Black's room he could hear the boys and Charley
laughing.  Royce was introduced and he learned Miss. Black was recovering
from a broken hip and when recovered she would be moving to a Seniors
Lodge, the Mayfair on Heritage Drive and 14th Street SW.  About 10 blocks
south of this place.

She did not want to leave her home but it was now just to much.  He learned
she was a long retired school teacher, had been principal and still lived,
or at least used to live, in the next district south called Haysboro.  "At
least the Seniors Lodge is in the same neighborhood," Royce thought.
Charley and his children were her only living relatives and since they
lived in Vancouver and Toronto, along with Charlie's grand children, she
appreciated the visitors.  Rom and Cliff offered to call in on her when
ever they came to visit their mom.  Royce was proud of them.

Royce had a brief chance to chat with Charley.  He extended his dad's
invitation, for him and Jenny to visit the Ranch.  Rom overheard that and
began begging Charley to come out on Saturday.  Charley was about to make
some excuse when Miss. Black glared at him over her spectacles.  He agreed.

.........................

Royce was not sure just what to do so he held back and did nothing.  He
figured if the situation didn't sort itself out, he would just have to do
some kind of damage control.  He had been in situations like this as a boy
and managed to come out with dignity and self respect.

Cliff was playing left wing for his soccer team.  The opposition defense
boy was a little taller and a lot heavier.  In fact, compared to Cliff,
fat.  Both players had been doing a good job and were evenly matched in
skill.  As the game went on the score was still nil and the defense boy
opposing Cliff, was becoming a bit aggressive.  He drew a penalty by
tripping Cliff and that seemed to make him even more aggressive.  Royce
could see the boy was saying something to Cliff, every time the two players
came close.  On one play, late in the game, Cliff passed the ball and the
defense boy crashed into him.  Cliff had seen him coming and set his
stance, giving the defense a hip check.  Royce thought Cliff would make a
good hockey player.  Cliff turned to move away and the defensive player
tripped him from behind.

This did not go unnoticed.  The referee handed the player a yellow card and
awarded Cliff a penalty kick.  Royce was not all that up on soccer rules,
he did not know if that was appropriate or not.  Cliff, who is a competent
11 year old player but no star, dribbled toward the goal keeper, did a
little fake right and gave the ball a mighty boot to the left corner.  The
game ended one nil, much to the delight of his team mates.  Cliff seemed a
bit embarrassed by the attention.

Several of the parents told Royce the boy who was yellow carded, has a
reputation of being a bully and one who had tried to intimidate the players
on the opposing team.  Royce thought little of it.  Once near the parking
lot, the knots of players and parents spread out a bit.  Rom and Royce were
walking a little behind the others, as Rom related his school day to dad.
The defense player came running toward Cliff, spewing some rather coarse
language and issuing some unkind epithets.  Royce figured the boys would be
fighting before he could intervene.  Had anyone, especially a contemporary,
talked he him like that, he would clean the bastrad's clock.  A fortish
looking man was hurrying after the defensive player, Royce took him to be
the boy's father.

The defensive player caught up with Cliff and after a brief exchange, took
a swing at Cliff.  Cliff ducked and the boy spun around dropping to his
knees.  At this point Royce, Rom and the boy's father intersected.  The
father was starting to yell at his son still about 6 m (18') away, when
Royce held up his hand.  The man stopped.  "Lets give them a chance to sort
it out," Royce gasped tightening his grip on Rom's hand.  He didn't need
the little brother getting involved.

Cliff extended his hand to help the boy up but he refused the offer.  Cliff
shrugged his shoulders and turned away toward the cars.  Both men looked at
each other with that satisfied expression of, "I guess we weren't needed
after all".  The boy jumped up and rushed Cliff from behind.  Cliff must
have seen him and just moved left leaving his right leg extended and right
foot planted, the boy tripped over it and did a face plant on the grass.
Cliff planted his knee in the boy's back, said something and walked away.
The other kids from both teams were laughing at the spectacle.  Royce and
the boy's father chatted a bit.  The man was intent on punishing his son.
Royce suggested he had been punished enough by embarrassing himself and
suggested the father just say nothing about it unless pressed and then just
something non committal.  Support the boy, not the behavior.  Rom of course
thought his brother walked on water before, now he floated over it.

Royce praised Cliff's smart play and good sense.  He then thanked Cliff for
not taking advantage of the other boy's situation.  Rom wanted to know what
Cliff had said to him.  "I told him, respect for others starts with respect
for yourself, both need to be earned.  That's what grandpa told me."  Royce
had heard that one before.

"Do you feel good about what happened?"

"I feel good about scoring the penalty shot, I feel good about not getting
blind sided but I feel sad that he rejected my offer of sportsmanship."

"Good man, you did the right thing but if he ever does something like that
to you again, clean his clock."

"Ok, but I don't think there will be a next time.  I think I earned that
respect grandpa was talking about."

In fact, Cliff was quite correct and so was grandpa.  About three weeks
later they played the same team again and this time no bad penalties, just
solid play and after the game Cliff and the boy shook hands and learned
each others names.  Both boys learned that honor was not a finite commodity
that is only gained at someone else's expense.  That is what many people
think.  Honor is infinite and results from respect which is earned.

....................

"Royce, now listen closely, I don't have a good feeling about this and I
think we need to speed up the adoption.  The assistant deputy minister of
Children's Services, the new name for the old Social Services department,
is trying to get involved but is being blocked by the Calgary Regional
Authority.  They are stalling him for now.  It appears that the boys have
grandparents living near Cardston.  That is in a different region but they
do not seem to be involved.  I don't quite know why all this but the
grandparents want to take the boys away from Jewely.  I am faxing the
school to instruct them, no one and I mean no one, is allowed near the boys
without you or me being present, not even social services people.  I talked
to the Child Advocate's office and sent them notice that the boys have
legal council and they too must come through me."

"Do you think the grandparents can force something, I didn't even know they
had any?"

"Well not without a court fight.  Look I am to far away for quick
responses, in the event one is needed.  One of my law school buddies is
practicing in Calgary, his name is Brian Provost...  He will back you up at
a moments notice.  In the mean time get what ever information you can about
the Rundle family from Jewely."

"What should I tell the boys?"

"Tell them the truth.  Someone who we don't know anything about is trying
to take them away from their mother and you.  Give Cliff a cell phone and
program in Brian's, yours and my numbers.  Make sure they understand, they
are not to meet with or talk to or go with anyone, unless you tell them it
is OK.  I'll be down tonight, got room for me on the sofa?"

"We always have room for you brother.  Flying or driving?"

"Driving but I can't get away until late afternoon, don't hold dinner, I'll
get a burger on the way."  Edmonton to Calgary is about 3 hours by car on
highway 2, an expressway.

Royce went to see Jewely for her information and to get Cliff a cell phone.
Jewely filled him in on Clark's relationship with his parents and hers as
well.  She also told him about some important papers she had and where to
find them.  He conferred with Harvey, who was now able to shed a little
light on the situation.  Jewely was understandably up set and Royce did his
best to comfort her.  He made sure to mention Junior was on the way.  As he
was leaving he met up with Miss. Black in the lobby.  She was getting
accustomed to her power wheel chair.  Her first question were about the
boys.  Royce realized just how much she truly loved children.  In the
conversation he mentioned the speed up on the adoption, but not exactly
why.  He also let slip, as a result of her probing questions, Harvey's
comment about living in a house instead of an inner-city apartment.  Miss
black just had that knack of dragging information out, before you even knew
it was out.  The kind of experience a school principal would probably have,
if Royce had thought about it.

...........................

Junior slipped into bed with Royce.  This was a flash back to the past,
since they had not shared a bed or each other since Junior got married.
Since Junior was a young articling attorney and Royce a student.

Junior fell back on the bed, Royce with a graceful, athletic movement
twisted his body and landed on top of him.  Junior reacted involuntarily
and his hands flew up defensively at first to ward him off, but then Junior
clasped them behind his back emitting a loud "Oof,".  "Damn, Royce, you
forget you aren't a kid anymore," Junior exclaimed, pretending to be angry.

"Then why do you keep calling me a 'kid'?" He asked playfully, his eyes
shining with amusement as he gripped Junior's biceps, squeezing them and
slowly rotating his hips.

"Because you are my kid brother, but that doesn't mean you are a kid.
Royce you are trying to prove you aren't by doing what you are, you don't
have to; you know," Junior said softly, feeling the beat of his heart
quicken each time Royce's steel hard cock rolled over him.

 "I know that, Junior," He answered, his eyes shining brightly.  "But, I
want you too...," he started to say when, feeling his muscles relaxing,
Junior heaved my hips upwards, flipping him off and to one side.  Following
through, Junior rolled over on top of him using his weight to hold Royce
down.

When he got over his surprise, Royce reacted by raising his hands to grab
him; but Junior countered with a sweeping movement of both arms forcing his
upwards around Royce's neck while Junior slid my hands under his head with
elbows and forearms on either side.  Junior felt Royce's still hard cock
resting on his stomach, but his had fallen between Royce's legs resting
against the soft hairy flesh of the perineum between his anus and balls.

They lay looking at each other for a minute or two, both breathing heavily
from the exertion combined with the passion that had subsided only
momentarily.  Junior could feel pre-cum oozing from his cock, and the feel
of Royce's cock so close to his asshole sent warm shivers through him.  The
look in his glowing eyes and his soft grin told Junior what he wanted.

 "Junior," he whispered softly as Royce pulled his arms from around
Junior's neck and put them around him.  "Fuck me, please.  Junior I want to
feel you inside of me," he pleaded as he ran the tip of his tongue over his
lips, gazing up at his brother with innocent, soft gray eyes.

His heart quickened, and his cock surged when Junior heard him.  His eyes
shone with a deep passion as he lay quietly looking up at him.  Breathing
in deeply, Junior sighed as Junior exhaled; and, brushing his lips with
Royce's, Junior whispered softly; "Royce, we've not done it for a long
time; but, if you're sure?"

They moved up into the middle of the bed.  Fluffing two pillows, Royce put
one behind his head and laid the other one aside.  He lay with his eyes
closed, and Junior could see his muscles quiver in anticipation.  Pre-cum
was oozing from the ethereal slit in the head of his cock; and, kneeling
beside him, Junior leaned down and opening his mouth Junior inhaled deeply
and exhaled blowing his hot breath over Royce's dripping cock.

"Oh, shit, Junior," he exclaimed his muscles tightening and his hands
moving down to where Junior's head was hovering over his jerking cock.
Junior grabbed Royce's left hand, guiding it toward his crotch and when
Junior felt his other hand touch his hair, Junior took his brother's cock
deep into his throat.  He groaned deep within his chest; and, when he drove
his hips upwards trying to force more of his cock into Junior's mouth,
Junior took Royce's testicles in his other hand and squeezed gently.
"Christ, Junior," he cried out softly as Junior played with his nuts and
sucked gently on his cock, tasting the bittersweet pre-cum that was flowing
in a steady stream, "You're gonna make me cum."

Junior felt the hot churning in Royce's balls and hot waves of ecstasy
permeating every part of his body as he sucked the cock.  When Junior felt
his balls starting to contract and his cock hardening, Junior stopped.
Holding his cock in his mouth, Junior felt the beat of Royce's heart with
each throb; and the flowing pre-cum tasted bittersweet on his tongue.  When
Junior felt Royce's muscles starting to relax from the deliciously
agonizing precipice Junior had taken him to, he withdrew his mouth, his
lips squeezing and draining the remnants of pre-cum from its majestic
length.

Junior sat up, he heard a long shuddering sigh escape from Royce's lips;
and Junior saw the relaxing of his fingers from where, in the throes of
ecstasy, he had gripped the bedclothes.  "Jesus, Junior," He said softly as
he opened his eyes and looked at him hovering over.  "That was fucking
awesome; Junior never knew anything could feel so good.  Christ, every
nerve in my body tingled; and I damned near shot my load; I would have if
you hadn't stopped," he gasped, reaching up and placing his hand on
Junior's knee.  Junior didn't say anything; but Junior took his hand and,
kissing his fingers, ran his free hand over the rippling muscles of Royce's
chest down over his concave stomach, twisting his fingers in the thick
silky hair covering his pelvis.  Junior watched as he squirmed, grimacing
from the sensations his hand was creating; and Junior hesitated for a
moment before moving between Royce's legs, his emotions washing over him.

Royce lifted his legs as Junior moved between them; and, when Junior
scooted closer on his knees, Royce placed them on his shoulders.  Junior
leaned forward slightly lifting his hips with his weight on his legs, and
Junior slid the second pillow Royce had set aside under the small of his
back.  As Royce watched him, his eyes glistened and his breathing
quickened; and Junior could see the small beads of sweat forming on his
brother's forehead and his upper lip.  His cock had softened, but his navel
was filled with his pre-cum.  Junior lubricated the length of his throbbing
cock and leaning forward touched his quivering anus with the blood-engorged
head.

Royce lay with his head turned away from him, his eyes closed; and Junior
could see the rapid beat of his heart in the soft sternum juncture of his
heaving chest muscles.  Junior knew that, once the head of his cock passed
the sphincter, the pain of entry would slowly subside and be replaced with
a sense of warm fullness which would increase the deeper his cock sank into
the rectum.

After a few seconds, Junior could see that Royce's breathing had subsided
to a steady rhythm; and, placing my hands over the thick muscles where his
thighs joined his upper body, Junior pushed gently but not forcefully with
his hips.  Junior's cock suddenly slipped past his relaxing sphincter and
just as suddenly his sphincter clamped down and Junior gasped at the
pressure squeezing his cock.

Junior leaned forward and, placing his hands on either side of Royce's
shoulders, straightened his cramped legs out.  Royce reached up and,
gripping junior's straining biceps, opened his eyes and gazed up at him,
his eyes filled with a deep love and trust.  His body relaxed as brother's
cock slowly sank into the depths of his bowels; and, when Junior felt
Royce's pubic hair pushing his testicles up, Junior pulled his legs up
under them again.  He then lowered Royce's legs down and around his waist
while Junior pulled his ass tightly into his crotch with his cock buried
deep in the hot cauldron of Royce's tight ass.  This is what Royce had
needed, this is what Royce had been hoping for.

Royce grinned and, wriggling his hips, reached up for him as Junior leaned
forward pressing my lips to his.  Leaning forward and locking his arms with
a hand on each side of Royce's head, Junior started a slow withdrawal; and
Junior felt his body shuddering as his cock withdrew until only the head
was within Royce's ass.  When Junior reversed the motion, Royce's eyes
widened; and Junior could see he was feeling the excitement of being made a
part of himself as his cock slowly reentered Royce's ass.  Royce started to
lift his hips to meet each downward thrust, and his fingers running up and
down over Junior's ribs sent a tingling feeling rushing through him.  Sweat
was pouring off them in streaming rivulets, and Junior felt a joy of pride
flowing over as he watched Royce's reaction to the slow piston movement of
his hips.

As the glow of the ecstasy that he was experiencing spread over his face,
Junior increased the tempo, driving his cock hard into his brother's ass
with a feeling of urgency building in his loins as they raced to the
pinnacle of releasing themselves to the euphoric, carnal lust that was
consuming both of them.

The violence of his climax sent Junior over the edge; and, feeling himself
falling into the abyss of animal sex, Junior slammed his pelvis against
Royce's ass, driving his cock deep.  Junior felt each throbbing spasm of
his penis gushing, filling Royce's ass with thick, hot sperm into the
magnificence of my kid brother's ass.

A feeling of total contentment enveloped them; and, when Junior's cock
slipped from his ass, he gave a little grunt that sounded like
disappointment or perhaps relief.  Junior never was sure which for, "Royce
always gives a little grunt when my cock slipped from his ass," he thought.
Junior preferred to think of it as disappointment at losing the connection
"between us."

"Do you think my boys will learn to share brotherly love like you and I,
Junior."

"Don't know, don't think it matters how they do it, as long as they do."

The men showered and checked on the boys.  Just as they were about to exit
the room Cliff whispered, "Is that what Rom and I have to look forward to?"
This was a bit of a shock.  Junior steeped up and taking the eleven year
old in his arms carried him to the living room.  Setting the boy, clad only
in his briefs, between their naked selves.

"Were you watching us?"

"Yes, you woke me up, is that what sex is, did I do wrong?"

"Were sorry and promise not to make so much noise in the future.  Yes that
was male sex, sex with girls is like that but different.  Girls have
different equipment but you know that.  No, you didn't do wrong and thank
you for not interrupting us."

"You two sure looked like you were having a good time and for sure sharing
lots of love.  Will Rom and I do things like that when we get older, share
our love.?"

"Maybe, if you both want to but you don't have to share sex to share love.
We love our sister but don't have sex with her.  The operative word is
share, not force."

They talked a bit both men gently passing their hands over the boys body.
Not is a sexual way in a loving parent way, displaying affection.  Giving
Cliff the feeling of acceptance and love we all crave.  They also made sure
Cliff understood what happens between two brothers is sacred and not talked
about.  They also assured him they loved him but sex between adults and
children was not an appropriate way to express that love in this society.
Cliff felt warm and secure sitting between his new dad and uncle.  He knew
he was loved and respected, it felt good pressing his body against theirs.

They tucked Cliff in and retired.  In the morning as the alarm's evil call
penetrated their sleep both men realized the were not alone.  Each man had
a sleeping boy pressed against his body.