Date: Fri, 14 May 2010 16:06:33 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Chinook 9

Chinook
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


9:  I Am Not Alone

The sun was still moderately high in the northwestern sky which cast
relatively long shadows into shaded areas, the air was still, breathless
Royce thought.  This was is relatively rare summer day along the margin
between foothills and prairie, where the wind is almost always blowing.
Junior and Royce are, as if becalmed, on an island in a sea of grass.  The
colors are yellow, brown and green, the only blue was the absolutely clear
sky.  A very large sky Royce thought, as he looked east over the flatness;
horizons here are very low and very far away.  To the west is the front
range of the Rocky Mountains.  Several large limestone boulders, glacial
irritatics, several feet (about a meter) in their crude diameter, are
strewn about the crest of a low hill.  They lay in a random patter, exactly
where the melting glacial ice had abandon them, some ± ten thousand years
ago.

Over to the right and just a little north are several ancient teepee rings
and what Junior had always thought was a medicine wheel.  The brothers had
often wondered who the peoples were that camped here, so terribly long ago.
These teepee rings and the supposed medicine wheel were known only to the
Evers.  Harland had told them his grandfather discovered this place after a
wild fire had burned through when he was a boy of 12 or 13, he guesses
around 1900 more or less.

"My grandpa always thought these were very old, hidden by the long grass
parire. This area was one of the first summer pastures the family
established and used, no one had ever seen these rocks until the fire went
through," Harland told the boys.

The Evers are not superstitious people and not very religious either, they
never were, they did recognize this as a mystical or sacred place to
someone, now long gone from the land.  They may not believe but are highly
respectful of others.  This place was not an attractive camp site and not
on any of the loosely established migration routs of the great bison herds.

"Who ever came here came well out of their normal way," Harland told
them. (Want to know more about medicine wheels and teepee rings?
www.pma.edmonton.ab.ca/human/archaeo/faq/medwhls.htm)

The Evers family kept this place in confidence.  They knew the attitude of
many settlers at that time, would be to destroy it.  While Harland may have
been the first in his family to seek a university education, that does not
mean his ancestors were not well read and self educated.

This was a special place to the Evers men too.  None ever quite knew why or
how, it just was.  Each generation held it special, probably for different
reasons.  Reasons Royce and Junior never even thought about trying to
understand.  It was for their ancestors, it is for them and probably will
be for these new Evers boys, a special place, that was enough.

When Royce and Junior first started coming, unaccompanied by adults, they
felt some kind of mystical connection to the land, this place and those
ancients that established it.  They never talked about it with each other
or anyone else, they just both felt it and knew the other and their father
also felt it, what ever it was.  For Royce it had another deeper meaning,
this was the place he came after his mother death, to cry and to heal, to
allow his inner most feelings and emotions to be articulated.  He knew the
rocks, the grass and what ever spirits were still around, would keep his
words, his feelings, sharing them with no other.

Most of all, it was a place to honor those who passed this way before.
Those ancient peoples, that brother or uncle killed in this or that war,
the parent or friend dead or what ever.  To remember times past and
speculate on times yet to come.  Most of all it was a place to summon up
what ever inner strength and insights the supplicant so desperately needed.

For Junior and Royce this was also the place where they discovered male
sex.  Where they discovered each others naked bodies and shared knowledge
of each other.  This was the place their father came to be alone after
their mother passed.  This was the place the Evers men came to honor the
spirits of those that went before and to share in the honor of each other.
Royce would bring his boys here, but not today, some time in the future,
when they were more ready, today he and Junior came to honor their love.
They would not speak, they would not need to.

The brothers dismounted, letting their horses graze.  Their animals knew
the routine.  Royce and Junior stood face to face, toe to toe, hands
clasped looking into each other eyes.  This was a long gaze ending in a
passionate kiss as their mouths came together tongues dueling slowly and
purposefully.  Each trying to memorize the contours and irregularities of
the other oral cavity.  Eventually they separated and slowly, in turn about
fashion, began disrobing each other.  It was a slow, as if choreographed
dance of removal and exploration.  Their nakedness was not new to either.
They had performed this dance a hundred times and had sex with each other
hundreds more but in this place and at these times...

Standing naked and erect, toe to toe, face to face they pressed their
bodies against each other bringing as much surface area as possible into
contact, their erections pressing against each other until it hurt.  Their
hands creased each other backs and buttocks, fingers drifting between each
other butt cheeks, teasing and touching, tickling and titillating.  All the
while their mouths locked together letting their essences freely exchange.

They lay in the tall grass side by side, engulfing each others blood gorged
penises in their mouths.  Slowly, steadily, rhythmically taking the full
length of the other into their throats.  Playing along the uneven silken
surface with their tongues, finally taking their brothers ejaculate, his
essence into themselves.

Once Royce and Junior stepped among the random boulders they became fully
erect.  Not an erection of anticipation but an erection of willingness, of
sharing.

Junior lay on his back now with Royce between his long legs.  Legs that
draped over his shoulders as he slowly fed his penis into Juniors open and
demanding anus.  Junior's legs dropped and warped around Royce's waste his
feet pressing into Royce's back urging him deeper filling his bowels to
maxim capacity.  Sweat was poring from all of their pores, their bodies
were glistening with moisture and slick, as their skin slid friction less
in response to the fucking motion of long, powerful, unhurried strokes.

After Royce ejaculated and Junior captured his essence within him they
rolled on their sides.  Junior now moved behind his brother and lifting
Royce's leg high in the air and resting it against a bolder he inserted his
22 cm circumcised penis into his little brother's rectum.  He liked this
position the best, since it gave him maximum access to Royce's 19 cm (7.5
inch) uncircumcised penis and his large low slung testicles.  He like it
because his slick body was making maximum surface contact with Royce's.

For the balance of the summer our nimrods traveled and shared many small
adventures.  (I use the term nimrod, not quite in the classical form, as
one who hunts for food, but in a more general way, as one who is searching
or seeking.)  Royce took them camping in the winderness, to the far corners
of the Lazy E.  Into the national and provincial parks: Waterton, Banff,
Jasper, Writing On Stone, Dinosaur and Cypress Hills; to historical places
such as the Royal Tyrell Museum of Paleontology in Drumheller and the
Carriage Museum of Alberta in Cardston, Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump.  They
visited Junior's family in Edmonton, for Klondike Days and the Fringe
Festival; meeting their other uncles, aunts and cousins, in the Cardston
area.

Most of the time they stayed at the Lazy E and Royce painted while the boys
rode, took care of the animals and just had boy fun.  They watched the
Red-tailed hawks hunting and common red foxes and coyotes chasing wild
rabbits and Richardson's Ground Squirrels also know as: gophers, prairie
gophers, yellow gophers, picketpins, flickertales, and tawny american
mormots; and any number of other animals.  They saw fossils: Devonian
brachiopods and Mississippian corals in the rocks.  Cliff even collected a
few, they examined the plants of the foothills and alpine meadows.  On
their camping and sight seeing trips Royce took numerous photographs.
Royce would try and spend one day a week in Calgary, to look after the
house and yard, call in on Miss Black with description of their adventures
and just be domestic.

Royce quickly realized he needed a bigger car or something.  He resolved to
buy a mini van or large SUV in the fall.  He was delivering about one
finished canvas a week to the gallery; often including the plants and
animals he and the boys observed.  Royce also completed the boys series,
all 15, and accepted several commissions for the early fall.

One good example is a large work depicting three riders and a pack horse
going camping in the foothills with the front range in the background.  The
boys and Royce were the riders and Zephyr, Blueberry and Thor were
unmistakable, with Tumble dancing along side of his boy.  Included in the
detail was an artists easel on the pack horse, and a Red-tail picking up a
ground squirrel in its talons.  His work was selling well and the Boy
Series A was approaching 200 subscriptions.  Life was good, perhaps just a
bit to good, Royce wasn't sure about that.  One thing was for sure, he
needed a mental and creative rest.  Change is said to be as good as a rest
and change was about the best Royce could hope for.

He had never been so dedicated to anything in his life before as he was
now.  That responsibility and dedication seemed to breath a new kind of
energy in him.  He had always been productive.  He had always been reliable
but now it became an obsession.  Sure he had given his word and sure he
prided himself on keeping that word, but this was something different.  He
looked at his role and responsibility as a sacred trust.  In a way it is,
the raising of children is a sacred trust between parent, child and the
"great spirit".

It was now the last week in August, a time to get ready for school, a time
to take stock and restock.  A time to prepare and a time for action.  Both
boys had birthdays in September, Cliff on the 17th and Rom on the 24th.
Royce knew he needed to plan something special.  Birthdays are often
important to children and always important to women.  Royce could care less
for himself, to Rom this was important and for Cliff probably important as
well, Cliff would not express himself.

He needed to enroll both of them in their new schools, cubs and scouts.
Make sure they had new clothing, winter coats and boots that fit and so on.
Royce had a number of business decisions to make and the fall's work plan
to prepare.  Then there would be hockey, swimming or other fall sports to
consider and the Memorial Foundation to get organized.  Music lessons to
arrange.  To completely complicate things, it would take one of those
random acts of pure chance.

An important art critic from the Globe and Mail, which is a Toronto based
nation newspaper, wrote a major article about Royce's work.  He called him
a modern day Vermeer, praising his ability to capture a moment in time, his
ability to display a very ordinary event, with just enough mystery that the
viewer supplies his own interpretation, which is therefore always correct.
He likened Royce's use of light and highlights to Vermeer.  He liked
Royce's use of detail and his inclusion of small, subtle elements.  He
extended his praise to the landscapes and mountain views.  With this
national and even international recognition, inquiries and sales began to
increase.

Hutton opened a new web site for Royce, with a list of galleries and which
works they were showing/selling.  People could order on line too.  Royce
would come out with a series of posters, limited edition prints and
photographs.  Junior suggested that he find a marketing/business agent to
help him.  He also though it was about time Royce hired a good
accountant/bookkeeper to assist him.

While he may have produced one painting a week, eight new works, which is
almost unbelievable productivity over the summer, Hutton planed to release
them at the rate of one/month.  He put the titles up on the site and the
release date but no image.  The image would appear when released.  He did
not include the proposed price either.  If Royce's stuff began selling
quickly the price could be raised.  It is all the traffic will bare in the
art business.

One thing that had not changed all that much but had matured considerably
was his relationship with Harvey.  The sex was still as good as it gets for
Royce.  Harvey was pined against the wall.  More precisely he was bracing
himself against the wall the palms of his hands pressed against it.  His
long hard cock tented the spandex rich material of his bright red, square
cut, low rise briefs.  Royce's mouth was engaging the engorged, material
covered cock as his hands danced along the back of Harvey's legs.

Royce slowly pulled the undies down from the inseam hems, lowering the
angle of Harvey's 8" (20 cm's).  Royce's tongue danced across his abbs and
pressed into his navel.  As the waste band slipped off the man's bubble
butt his penis popped upward catching Royce in the chin.  His tongue traced
the stiff cock's length and his mouth engulfed the sensitive reddened head.
Harvey's right hand slipped along the side the Royce's head his fingers
sliding through his hair.  Royce raised his left hand to engage his lovers
testicles and penis, as his mouth began to engulf the penis taking it deep
into his throat and milking the head with a slowing action.  His lips slid
over the engorged vanes and along the wet surface.  His lips pressing tight
against the pubis.  The head of Harvey's circumcised penis was large and
sensitive, the head diameter equal to the thickest part of the shaft.

Royce pulled the penis from his oral cave, his tongue dancing over and
around the cock's head.  The tip of his tongue flicking across the glans.
Harvey replaced his right and against the wall to help steady himself.  His
smooth hairless body glistening with a light sweat in response.  Harvey's
body was as smooth and hairless as the boy's.  His summer tan was deep with
the bright whiteness showing the briefness of his swimming attire.

Royce was treating his sexual and sensual ministrations with the same care
and precision as his painting.  Slow, steady, measured, every action no
matter how small, designed to deliver pleasure.  Designed to stimulate, to
excite desire and passion.  Harvey's head was tilted back his eyes closed
as Royce's right hand made its way along the back of the leg over the
buttock and then into the cleft.  Royce placing his thumb against Harvey's
anus used this pressure to control the slow thrusting and gyrations of
Harvey's hips.  His technique was designed to place just enough pressure on
the shaft to stimulate but not ejaculate.

Royce placed his hands on Harvey's buttocks and Harvey placed his hands on
Royce's head as his long beautiful penis fucked his lovers mouth.  The
thrusting rate increased as did the pressure of Royce's lips.  Thrust after
thrust pressed deep into Royce's throat until if was filled with ejaculate,
his throat muscles milking the last few drops.

Royce marveled at how smooth his lover's body was.  How clean it smelled.
How nice his small round butt looked and felt.  He loved to press his lips
against the man's smooth testicles and run his tongue down his butt crack
stopping at his anus.  Presently they changed positions ultimately ending
up on the bed fucking each other's mouths ejaculating into each others oral
love machines.  It was this sexual relationship that helped keep Royce on
anything that even resembled an even keel.

One of the first projects Royce got underway was the instillation of a
large modern studio in the basement of the house.  He turned what had been
the family room into a studio and had a guest bedroom added, with a large
shower and laundry.  The most difficult part was a separate outside
entrance.  That way business visitors could come a go without disturbing
the household.  While all this construction was going on Royce found it
very hard to work on art, concentrating instead on business and
organizational subjects.  Since the weather was still warm he spent a lot
of time in the back yard reading and doing some sketching.

This was a hot and relatively dry September.  Royce was not accustomed to
the heat and took refuge in the shade on the patio.  He dressed in his
briefest, which happened to be his tightest shorts.  They are bright red
with an ampul pouch, low rise, short inseem. The shorts hugged his small
rounded butt.  Shedding his T shirt by mid morning.  Royce is not overly
hairy but not smooth like Harvey either.  He sports a delightful treasure
trail from the waste band of his shorts to above his navel.  His broad
shoulders and narrow hips, flat tummy and powerful but smooth legs present
a very sexy image, were there anyone to see it.

What Royce did not know and if he had known he would have cared less, he
was being observed.  Mrs. Mcleod the widow that lived next door had him and
his family under more or less continuous observation.  Not that she is a
gossip or busybody, Royce and the boys are just way better than day time
TV.  She had been quite the beauty in her youth and for a women in her mid
sixties, was still quite the looker.  She had lived in her home since the
70's and was a good friend of Miss. Black.  Page would make a good child
sitter should that be needed.  Her youngest daughter, Kathy had been
divorced for about a year now.  Kathy, 25 is an RN at Rockyview General
Hospital, just a few blocks north and west of Haysboro.

Mrs. Mcleod was watching Royce and could not help notice his body and his
obvious endowments.  Since the Evers had not spent much time in Calgary
over the summer, all she knew about them was what Mable had told her.  Page
had only recently been widowed and she did miss her husband.  She missed
him for all the reason one misses a loved one no longer present, she missed
him for the sex they enjoyed right up until his stroke and subsequent
death.  She pressed her hand into her crotch sighed wistfully and thought
of Kathy.

"I had a good sex life for over 40 years she thought, Kathy deserves her
chance.  This one would make a fine son-in-law, not like Kathy's former
husband.  Royce was steady, responsible, better looking and probably better
endowed."  From what she could see anyway, he sure looked much better
endowed.

Royce retreated into the house for more ice tea.  Page saw how good Royce
was with the boys and their friends.  She saw how willing he was to do
things with them, like skate board and bicycle.  She thought about Kathy's
EX and how glad she now was they had not yet produced any children.  She
figured he would not have made any better father then he did a husband.
Not like her Ozzie, he was the best.

Royce fell asleep on the chase lounge.  The warm afternoon had gotten to
him.  Rom on the other hand, came bursting from the school house door on a
dead run for home.  He burst into the house and made a bee line for the
refrigerator.  Cold milk and cookies were at the top of his agenda.
Looking out the kitchen window he could see dad sleeping in the shade.  Now
you the reader know how cleaver Rom is and how mischievous grade 5 boys
are.

It only took him a split second to realize how effective his water pistol
would be in this situation.  Rom located it, filled it with cold water and
placed in it in the refrigerator for extra effect.  Ate his cookies and
drank his milk, changed his school cloths for shorts and an old Tee.
Having discarded his shoes and socks, he crept up behind dad.  Rom knew if
he opened the back door Royce would wake up, so he went out the front door,
through the side gate and snuck behind the Hostas and an apple tree.

Page was observing all this.  Well, not all of it, only the part she could
see.  Rom's hiding behind the tree with a water pistol in his hand.  She
had often wondered if boys would have been much different then girls to
raise.  She was about to find out.  Her girls, while no angles, would not
have had the subtle humor of this boy, that she was sure of.

Rom took careful aim and sent two bursts of water at dad, upper body.  One
burst splashed on his chest the other on his legs and shorts.  Royce
snapped awake.  Rom sent another volley.  Royce jumped up and looked
around.  Rom was behind the tree and Hostas again.  Royce saw the bright
yellow of the boy's shorts and shirt.  He smiled and pretended not not see
Rom.  Rom finely raised up to shoot again.  This time Royce raced toward
him.  Rom on a dead run laughing and giggling headed into the yard.  Royce
caught him scooping up the boy in the air and tickling his ribs as the
pistol went flying into the grass.  Both boys would up on the grass
laughing.

Cliff and his buddies could be heard skate boarding along the sidewalk as
Rom retrieved his water pistol shooting at Royce's crotch.  This brought
howls of laughter from the three grade sevens entering the yard, commenting
that Mr. Evers must have pissed his pants.  One of Cliff's friends
commented how buff Royce was, sexy too the other said.

Buff used in this context is very interesting.  The term itself usually
refers to polishing, or a tan color or animal skins tanned to be soft and
strong, naked or an enthusiast, an aficionado.  An obsolete use is to
strike or be struck, to take a blow.  In this case the usage must be firm,
strong or sturdy and well tanned by the sun in combination.  At least that
is what Royce hoped the boy meant.  It was a compliment for sure and Royce
took it as such, allowing himself to take just a bit of pride.

Page observed all this, hearing most of the conversation through the open
windows.  She wished she was 40 yeas younger.  She remembered her time as a
young mother interacting with her daughters, laughing and having fun.  She
felt sad for the boys not having a mother, to mother them, she thought.

Harvey lay across Royce's bed.  His legs spread wide apart, his large cock
and scrotum flopped against his abbs.  Royce stood with his feet flat on
the floor slightly bent forward with is long cock pressing into Harvey's
anus, his balls slapping Harvey's butt as the cock glided back and forth.
It slide in and out in long easy strokes about 3/4 of the length.  Royce
pressed up with each stroke to maximize his penis's contact with the man's
prostrate.  Royce's hands grasped the calf's and spreading Harvey's legs
wider pushing his feet toward the bed.  Royce leaned in kissing the
smiling, satisfied face and lips.  In and out, in and out; slightly
twisting his hips, rotating them against his lovers butt on every third or
forth thrust.  Bringing his penis deep into his lovers bowels.  His hands
now moving to the fold behind the knees and pressing the knee caps into the
mattress.  Suddenly quick thrusts, shot jabs and then long slow full
presses ending in ejaculation.

Royce looked up noticing the door ajar.  He was certain it had been closed,
Cliff was asleep in his own room, or was he?  Was he watching the men in
sexual play?  Was he watching Royce, his new dad, fucking his friend and
new pseudo uncle?  Probably, Royce knew boys were curious, boys entering
puberty more so then before.

He wondered what the boys thought about all this.  What they thought about
Harvey keeping a supply of clean clothing in Royce's closet.  About his
spending two or three nights a week in dad's bed.  His boys had become
quite bold of late, parading around in their underwear and nude when the
men were alone.  Cliff and Rom were less then shy when it came to fondling,
kissing and even sucking each other.  They knew they were off limits to
adults and adults were off limits to them, when it came to sexual
activities.  That did not mean hugs, kisses and just being close or
touching or being touched by adults was Okay.  In fact it was better then
Okay.

Royce stopped at his favorite little newspaper/magazine store, on the way
to the gallery, acquireing a small selection of homosexual and heterosexual
men's magazines, lots of pictures and some smutty stories.  He placed them
in his bedroom where Cliff would find them, should he look.  He also made
sure Cliff could discover, The Joy of Sex and The Joy of Gay Sex on the
book shelf.  The one thing Royce knew was how difficult it is for grade 7
aged boys to talk with adults about sex.  He remembered Junior's struggling
and his own.  He also remembered how much misinformation circulated around
the school yard.