Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2009 23:08:55 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 12

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


12:  Making It Work

I was standing in my room fondling myself, having pulled my thong down,
just below my balls.  Kind of day dreaming, thinking about how nice Drew's
small boy butt will feel some day.  Trevor came up behind me and I melted
into his chest, as his long arms wrapped around my chest and his long, hard
cock pressed into my butt crack.  I pulled my thong away, dropping it to
the floor.  He slowly turned me around, our two long, hard cocks dueling,
as we pressed our chests into each other and drove our tongues into hot,
wet mouths.

I could see Will and Geoff making out just behind us.  Trevor indicated I
should sit down.  I backed up a few feet and sat on the love seat, by the
window.  Out side the day was drifting into twilight and the long bank of
clouds, handing just over the mountains, to the west, was becoming bright
red.

I slipped on my condom and dabbed astroglide on my cock.  Trevor turned
away from me.  My fingers dabbed the lubricant into his anus and my hands
guided his hips toward my lap.  My left hand steadied my cock taking aim at
his rosebud.  Trevor lowered himself, impaling his ass on my cock.  Will
and Geoff approached us.  Geoff moved just to Trevor's left and bent over,
I took it to engulf his erection in his mouth; Trevor was sitting still, as
I gently thrust up into him.  Short quick strokes.  I could feel Geoff oral
action pushing Trevor's body against me, as he deep throated his brother.
Will moved up behind Geoff's bent over body and stepping up, shoved his
manhood into the boy's waiting, empty butt.  He too thrust slow and short.
Except for Geoff, whose mouth was full occupied, the smiles on our faces
told it all.  Absolute heaven.  .......................

"Klass, are you sure it is all right to take all the brothers away for a
whole week?"

"Ja, I can do what needs doing.  Besides I have some staff now.  I think it
is important, this team building business.  It is important for them, for
you and for Drew."

"You are sure about Drew?"

"Aren't you, he will benefit most of all from the experience.  Are you
afraid he is not strong enough?"

"No, he has physically healed faster than all the physicians ever thought
possible.  Is he ready to be separated from you and Herman?"

"If asked, he would say no.  His soul will not heal for some time.  We must
help him take that first step.  I looked at the program.  Once you start he
will be so caught up in the thing...  you will see.  Call it Klass'
experience.  He needs to feel part of the family, the whole family, not
just my protectorate.  I know that means building an emotional tie to all
my nephews.  I know none of you will force him.  Young boys have a need to
belong, if only loosely, to a group.  That belonging takes many forms.  He
will come around to your forms, all in good time.  What is it the British
say, in for a penny, in for a pound."

"I hope you don't feel excluded, I got the impression you were not
interested."

"I do not feel excluded and for me I am not interested.  I have always been
a loaner, you know that.  I have only ever loved four other people besides
your grandparents, Jason, Manfred's mother, you and now Drew."  I was just
a bit confused and that expression must have been written all over my face.

"When Jason was dating your mother, I was chasing after Manfred's mother,
the lovely Wilhelmina.  My heart was broken, Jason's wasn't.  If you have
not figured it out, you have always taken the place of the son I never
thought I would have.  As long as Jason lived and we shared our love, I was
contented.  A brother and lover, a sister and friend, a child to nurture, I
wanted for nothing else.

When you suggested adopting a few brothers, I was delighted, I could see
myself becoming a lonely old man.  I will admit surprised at six; getting
to know them I could see your inability to shorten the list.  I am glad you
could not, after so short a time I can not conceive of not having all of
them around.

Now that Drew has come into my, our life, I feel in my 20's again, like I
did when you were a boy.  Jason, I am so excited I can not properly contain
myself.  Only sometimes I feel sad that my beloved Jason and dearest friend
Nancy, are not with me, to share in my joy and my excitement."  Wow, he has
never opened up like that to me and I am damn sure no one else either.
Klass is not one to show his emotions and never one to ware his heart on
his sleeve.

Following the week of team building and the late August preparation for
school, the frantic building efforts and my required travel; Drew began to
emerge from his quiet, hesitant, self, into something that resembled a
normal 13 year old teenager.  He was into the physical activities of the
brothers and even had some of his school friends visit.  Drew was becoming
one of the boys.  His confidence had grown to the point, that he moved from
Klass' room, to share with Ziggy and Will.  I knew he was one of us, the
day he sat down across the table from me, without the moral support of a
brother.

"Jason, why don't I have a job, like the others?"  The little boy was
trying his best to act, more mature, like the older ones.

"That's a very good question Drew.  I would guess Klass has not found the
time to assign one to you."

"I ask dad for a job but he just said all in good time.  I don't think he
trusts me."

"I'm am sure that is not the reason.  I know he trusts you.  This family
runs on trust.  You must have realized that by now."

"I see that and sex too," we both chuckled.  "I know I am only 13 but there
must be some job for me.  Ziggy told me, you said we all earn our keep by
working for the family."

"That is correct, I did say that and as you can see, we all work hard, you
included.  But I take it you want some kind of assigned responsibility and
not the role of a general council?"

"Yes, I guess that's it.  Ziggy likes being a helper to everyone and I like
that too but I want some special area, you know."

"You want something that you can take pride in and that allows you to
express yourself, is that correct?"

"Yes, that's it, something I can take pride in, something that others will
depend on me to ... to ... deal with."

"Do you have any suggestions, something you think you would like to do or
you are good at?"

"I'm pretty good at computing."

"Would you be willing to take over as our IT manager?"

"I know computers but I'm a bit inexperienced on the management side."
Good he realized his limitations, the limitations of experience, not
ability.  I explained what I had in mind and that to start he would mostly
trouble shooting, which he does now, advise on spending and purchasing etc.
His job was to assist, research and advise.  Klass would still have the
spending authority until he was 18 anyway but he would prepare purchase
orders and the like.

"Thank you, thank you."  he jumped up, kissed my cheek and ran off to tell
the others.  ...........................

"Jason what am I going to do?"

"Do about what Klass?"  I knew what he was talking about but wanted him to
admit he had not given clear instructions.  He knew what I was doing and he
didn't like it one bit.  It was just what he had done to me for about 20
years now.  Pay back time.

"I gave Ziggy and Drew the task of researching and keeping track of special
requests, remember."

"Yes, I remember."

"I did that to give them a sense of involvement, not to wildly spend
thousands of dollars."

"They can't have spent anything, neither of us has signed off, have we?"

"No, but they have been very diligent and done a good job of getting
specifications, and costs, and even delivery dates."

"I don't see the problem."

"Well some of those requests are, shall we say, unrealistic."

"I guess you will just have to say no to some or all of them."

"How can I say no, you must help me."

"How can I say no, I'm the one who spoils them remember, besides some of
those requests are mine."

"Well tell me which ones are yours and I will approve them and deny the
remainder."

"Dearest Uncle and my oldest friend, I can not do that.  It would not be
fair.  Besides I have the disposable income to buy any of my requests,
regardless of your decision."

"Ja, so you played a game and now I am caught."

"Because"

"I did not follow my own advice and did not give clear rules or guidelines.
OK, I said it, now will you help me?"

"Of course I will help you, but you knew that, let us go over the list and
see just what is so irrational."

We reviewed the list.  Few items were irrational and a few on their own
were poorly thought through.  The numbers however, started to raise
eyebrows.  A few of the very expensive items, like an Olympic sized,
covered pool, could be scaled back and the economics challenged.

"I think we should put this list to discussion and a vote.  We should apply
your principal of value for money."

"Then you are not opposed to any of these things?"

"Look I don't fancy riding horses but if some of the boys want to and we do
own a large farm with a barn and corral, etc. already... You want to give
them what ever they ask for, just like I do.  It is not the money for god's
sake, the trust earns this much in profit, in a week.  The land cost over a
million Canadian dollars and the house will cost two million or more.  So a
few hundred thousand for toys."

"Jason, please don't make light of this.  You know it is not the amounts.
It is the principal of waste or being frivolous.  It's hard to take the
Dutch out of us Hollanders."

"I agree, so let us save face, and try and teach a lesson in responsible
money management.  What is it the Americans say, "penny wise and dollar
foolish".  We don't need eight horses or eight ATV's; we may need two or
three horses and 4 ATV's.  In some cases our farm manager should be
consulted but if Helga wants us to raise our own beef, here in Alberta, can
we say no, cost aside.  I will run the analysis discussions and the vote.
You will see, those boys are more reasonable than either of us suspect."
We did and they were.  For some things we just need one for everyone,
bicycles for example.  We will have six in driving lessons, all at the same
time.  I have no intention of buying six cars, however; even if they are
giving them away or paying me to take them.  Some things they will just
have to shared.

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

"Klass, are you going to do something special for Drew when his adoption is
finalized?"

"Yes, Helga is planning one hell of a party, kind of a house warming,
welcome to the family, meet our friends and neighbours, type of
celebration."

"I think you should keep the welcome to the family just among the family,
Helga and Dane plus his clan." I reached in my pocket and gave him a little
box.  The box held two rings, exactly like mine but with K. H. and
D. H. for initials.  The crest, was the Adonis crest and the diamonds and
setting were from Adonis Diamonds, of course.  He looked at the rings and I
thought for a moment he would cry.  He never wanted a ring and refused my
offer when I had the brother's rings made up.  This was different.  It was
made and he now had a son, another Adonis, regardless what name he and Drew
used.  I also sent out our jackets and pants for alterations the boy's
needed, they had all grown over summer, Ziggy the most, not Klass and I,
ordering a set for Drew too.

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

"It is a Piper Meridian, cruses at 485 km/hr with a 4.8 hr endurance, seats
5, Pratt and Whitney turbo power and will get us to Chicago in about 5
hours flying time.  I intend to stop for fuel in Winnipeg."

"I have never flown before, cool, real cool, but I thought the family owned
a Challenger."

"We do Drew and I can fly that too, but it is much to large for just the
two of us and is currently in Toronto along with the pilots."

"Are you renting the Piper?"

"Right, we can pick it up at Srpingbank Airport in the morning and will be
landing at Meigs Field on the Chicago lake front, by mid afternoon.  You do
want to come with me, don't you?"


"Well sure I do, can I learn to fly, like the others?"

"You sure can Drew, all you need to do is complete your ground school.
Since it is just you and me, you will be in the right seat, lessons start
day after tomorrow."

"Are you sure it is all right with my dad that I miss classes?"

"Yes, I'm sure, he did tell you, you can go, didn't he?  Why not get your
assignments and you can work on them when I'm in those boring meetings."

Drew trundled off to get himself organized, a short time later Ziggy came
in.  He through his arms around me kissing my lips and face.  "Thank you,
thank you, your just the best brother in the world."

"I know I'm good, but the best?"

"Ya, the best bro, `you-de-man'.  Drew is on cloud 9, he is so excited."

"You all had a ride on the Challenger, so I figured Drew..."

"No that's not why, it is because you asked him to go with you, to be your
traveling companion.  That is what he is most excited about, that and you
obviously want to spend time with him, as a person."

"Why does that make me so special?"

"Because you are giving him your most valuable asset, your time and
attention, time you could spend on yourself.  I saw your itinerary, two
short business meetings you could hold on the phone.  If I didn't know
better, one would think you just wanted in his shorts."

"How can you be so sure that's not what I want?"

"Oh man, adults are so dense.  We all know you want that.  We also know you
would never even try.  That boy will either come on to you or you will just
make due with the six of us.  Hell, we all want him but this one needs to
feel comfortable with our emotional love, before he will be willing to
share on the physical side.  You saw to it, that we had each other, before
we had you.  Drew never had much of anyone before, now he has all of us.  I
think it will take him some time to adjust.  You treated me special and you
still do.  You are being special to Drew because his needs are special.
That's what makes you special Jason."  Ziggy kissed me again.

Ziggy was right, I do want in the boy's shorts and unless he comes on to
me, it will never happen.  What ever happens with this one, will be
strictly on his terms.  He was wrong in that the six are anything but
making do.  In fact, each one is special to me.  They are special to Klass,
Helga and each other.  I think they all know it.

Shortly after school started so did the organized activities.  The boys
made friends fast at school and on the different sports teams and cultural
activities.  Herman had three cars and drivers going full time, shuffling
them around the city.  Klass sublet some office space from the petroleum
company and employed several young ladies, that came recommended through
the Dutch Canadian Club.

At first, this was hard for me.  I had become accustomed to interacting
with my brothers on a continuos basis.  Now they were so busy being
students and teenage boys, at times I didn't even have a chance to talk
with some for several days.

By the end of September Klass and the cleaning staff were becoming
frustrated.  The Foundation's discipline lessons were being forgotten.
Each brother attempted to establish himself as a unique individual, the
habits of personal organization and self discipline, were unraveling.  My
first thought was to organize an orgies or two.  Now that is not a bad
thought, in fact I rather liked it.  Klass' concerns were more mundane and
practical.  Our apartments were small, we all knew that.  The boys had to
put their gear and other things away and make sure mundane tasks, like
soiled clothing made it to a laundry bag, dirty dishes to the sink.

Dane thought Klass was being to fastidious, "its the Dutch in us".  His
girls were far worst than any of our boys.  He did admit they were two and
we were 9.  I suggested the best way to deal with the situation was,
document the problem and throw it back to the brothers for their solution.
The other option was to assign each a cleaning task in another's room or
apartment.  (We occupied three apartments, all next to each other, on the
same floor of the hotel.)  Klass thought he would try the problem ownership
solution, first.

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

(Sadly Meigs Field is no longer.  Your author has fond memories of watching
the light planes taking off and landing there.  My father would take me as
a small boy, on summer Sunday afternoons.  That, plus other boyhood flying
experiences are just some of my personal, treasured memories.  This story
is set in the time of it's last few years, of a long history.)