Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:58:20 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 13

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


13: Adventures Great and Small

"Are you sure we don't need any clean clothing or anything?"

"Ja, I'm sure, all you need is your cell phone, passport, bank card and the
cash I gave you."  I was playing mysterious with the lad, as we drove to
Springbank airport.  My Chicago staff had already stocked our condo with
everything he would need, right down to his favourite flavor of toothpaste.
We keep fully functioning households in Toronto, Chicago, Amsterdam, Bern
and now Calgary.  Klass faxed Drew's size and profile of his tastes, along
with our agenda.  I filed my flight plan, we headed for the Meridian to do
our pre-flight check.  Drew walked along side and just a little ahead of
me.  He was wearing baggy pants and an oversized jacket, along with a ball
cap on backwards.  Just a typical teenager.

I opened the cabin door placed my laptop and brief case just behind the
pilot's seat and pulled out the clipboard.  We did our pre-flight walk
around and inspections.  Drew asked a few questions and carefully marked
the check list.  We mounted up, buckled in and continued or inspection.  He
called out each instrument or switch.  I told him what they were for and
tested each, ruder, flaps, panel barker, artificial horizon and so on.

Clearing Calgary ATC, we headed east, quickly gaining our assigned
altitude.  I punched in the auto nave.  Drew and I talked about lots of
general things, nothing much stands out in my mind, except we never
stopped.  This was one of those bright calm fall days.  We enjoyed seeing
the checker board patterns of farm fields over Saskatchewan and western
Manitoba.  I enjoyed the freedom and aloneness of flying.  Drew marvelled
at the landscape and I think he to enjoyed the freedom of flight.  I
encouraged him to do some standard navigation and identify cities, airports
and other landmarks.  I told him about my first cross country solo flights,
which were mostly IFR.  (I Follow Roads)

We landed at Winnipeg International (YWG) and refuelled.  My original plan
was to turn south, just west of Kenora, Ontario, crossing Lake Of The Wood
Boundary Waters and forests of northern Minnesota.  We could clear customs
in Chicago but only at Midway or O'Hare I remembered, no customs at Meigs.
Instead we went from Winnipeg due south to Grand Forks (GFK) to clear
customs and immigration and then due east, turning south over Ely.  This
gave us a good overview of the massive iron ore mines.  We miss the lake
but get most everything else.  Northern Minnesota and Wisconsin would be
alive with fall color, once we cleared the boreal forest and moved
southeast.

By this time Drew was more than comfortable at the controls.  He was doing
a good job of keeping on course and holding altitude.  We were getting into
the Twin Cities ATC zone a bit ahead of schedule, having picked up a tail
wind.  I called in our position.  ATC respond, asking if we minded a bit of
a detour to the north.  I took it they were stacked up in Minneapolis.
That would take us due east into northern Wisconsin and then south toward
the beacon at Baraboo.  I had Drew reply with our call sign and agreement,
repeating ATC's instructions.  We would be back on schedule with this
little detour.  Drew got out his maps and recalculated our course.  I think
he was beginning to enjoy this flying stuff, mostly from the smile on his
face and the brightness in his voice.

We were about 10 minutes south of the Baraboo beacon when my cell phone
rang.  I gave the controls to Drew and slipped off my head set.  It was the
Avatat Flight Service Center at Midway, wanting to know if we were on time
and if Captain Marshall had any special instructions for them.  This was
not right.  Ed and the Challenger are in Toronto, the Challenger is being
serviced and would not be in the air.  I said I would check with him and
than asked why they were calling on my cell and not the radio.  Well they
could not raise the Challenger on the radio or the phone but since my
bodyguards showed up, wanting to know if Mr. Henderson and I were on time,
he thought to try my cell phone.  I asked if the security people were still
present.  They were but not close to the managers office.  Just tell them I
said to wait, Henderson and I would be along in due coarse, we had a late
start.

I put my head set on again and told Drew what was up.  He looked up set at
first but then realized this might just turn into an adventure.  I radioed
to Meigs saying I had some strange instrument readings and would drop down
at Racine.  Drew looked incredulous but gave me a heading for Racine's
J. H. Batten Field (KRAC).

I called my mother's cousin.  "Charles I have a favour to ask."

"Anything that brings you for a visit Jason."

"I need to make an emergency landing in Racine and I want to store my
aircraft in your hanger."

"Of course, when will you be arriving."

"In about 20 minutes."

"Twenty minutes, well twenty minutes, I will send my car for you."

"Yes thank you, oh, by the way, I have Klass' son with me."

"Klass' son, I didn't know he had any children?"

"He didn't, but he does now.  I'll explain everything when we see you.  One
more thing, please don't let anyone, except family, know we are arriving."

"Jason just what is going on, their is nothing wrong with these gages,"
Drew said.

"Oh yes their is, that one, the oil temperature light is flashing on and
off and look the oil pressure is zero, oh back up to normal."

`But ... but."

"Just keep us on course, I will explain everything when we land."

I called the Racine tower and told them we needed to make an emergency
landing.  Gauge problems which can be looked after at the wax company
hanger.  They are expecting us.

I called my Chicago office and told them to get the PPI local office
manager to call me ASAP, on Drew's cell.

"Yes it is Jason and you are?"

"J.P. Harcort, the PPI manager in Chicago.  You have some kind of
emergency."  I explained the situation at Midway.  Asked him to get the FBI
over their, not the local police.  He should cancel my pickup at Meigs
Field and I would let him know what my plans were in a few hours.  No, I
would not tell him where I was until after I was.  I got his cell number,
promising to call him back.

I took the controls, just as the tower was putting us on the glide path,
for a straight shot in.

Charlie's car pulled up to the hanger gate, just as we turned the Meridian
over to the chief mechanic.  I told him what my gauge problem was and that
it was safer to abort, until he could check it out.  He agreed it was
probably nothing but better safe than sorry.  He would take care my
paperwork and ready the Meridian for an early evening continuation.

Charlie's driver came in to get us and we departed for the wax company's
offices.  Drew was still a bit confused.  I did not want to talk in front
of the driver and he realized that.

"Drew Henderson, may I present Mr. Charles Johnson."  Drew could see that
we were at the famous wax company offices.  They make a lot more than wax
these days but I still call it the wax company.

I explained Drew to Charles and the connection between our two families to
Drew.

"I must say Jason, your performance at the press conference was impressive.
I showed it to all the boys (his son's, nephews, son in laws and so on)
that was a performance like nothing I have ever seen.  Your mother and
father would be proud of you and proud of your new brothers, a very
handsome lot.  When are you going to bring them to Racine, we are all
anxious to meet them?"

"Soon I hope but right now they are getting their feet wet at their new
school.  Why don't you all visit Calgary for our house warming party?"

"Yes, most of us should be able to make it.  Calgary in December can be
very nice or not so nice.  But you did not drop in just to invite us to a
party or introduce Drew."

I explained, when I learned three people, passing themselves off as my
security service, showed up at Midway expecting Klass and I on the
Challenger, I thought it best to just avoid Chicago for a few hours.

"Do you think those people wanted to hurt you and dad?"  Drew asked, with
some amount of emotion in his voice.

"Yes, Drew and anyone else in the family too.  The Dutch police managed to
capture a good number of them but I guess a few more are still on the
loose."

"Is this because of your speech about conflict diamonds?"

"Yes, it probably is.  I had hoped the wind would have been taken out of
their sales but I guess not.  I'm sorry that your visit to Chicago has been
damaged."

"No Jason, dad told me you did the right thing in Amsterdam and you did the
right thing today.  I'm not afraid of those people or anyone else for that
matter.  Hay, a little excitement is good for us once in a while."  Spoken
like a true teenager.  I suppose he would have taken a shoot-out in stride
too.  Well not me, those people probably carry, I don't.

We stayed for dinner with Charles' family.  In the mean time JP called to
say the FBI had picked up the three men impersonating his staff.  He would
personally meet Drew and I at Meigs Field, ten pm.

Everyone wanted to meet Drew and were excited about our house warming
party, and an opportunity to meet the other brothers.  Our families are not
close but we often visited each other over the years.  From my mother I had
inherited a share of the wax business.  It is a relatively small share but
does keep up the charity her grandfather established and endowed, all those
years ago.  Some of Charles' grandchildren are Drew's age, I think they all
enjoyed meeting each other.  I'm sure Drew will be more than welcomed when
he returns to the Midwest.  It was obvious the girls were impressed with
him and when they realized he was the boy almost killed, they had heard
about on the news; well the sympathy and celebrity points push his stock
right over the top.  Had we stayed he.... to young for that anyway.

Flying along the Lake Michigan shore at night, just a half mile or so to
the east, over the water, between Racine or Milwaukee and Chicago, is some
thrilling.  It is a sea of lights with the blackness of the water making a
stark ribbon like contrast, other aircraft in holding patterns around
O'Hare and Midway, flashing their lights ....  It is dazzling and Drew was
dazzled by it, Jason is dazzled by it and I've seen it a hundred times.

We pulled up to the apartment building about eleven PM.  Clive, the night
doorman welcomed us.

"Mr. Adonis it is so good to see you, I thought Mr. Henderson was
accompanying you."  Now how the hell did he know I was coming and why did
he think Klass was accompanying me.  I looked at JP and before either of us
could say anything, Drew spoke up.

"I am Drew Henderson," he extended his hand.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Henderson."  He turned to me and JP.
"The day man Harland, told me to expect you."

"Did he say how he knew Mr. Adonis was expected," JP asked?

"Why yes, he said a fresh food delivery came in for your apartment this
morning and when your house keeper picked it up he asked her."

"But why did he make a point of telling you," JP inquired.

"Oh that Mr. Raffilie on the 24th. has been asking after you, almost every
day."  I think I looked a little blank, not being able to place the fellow.
"You know him sir, he is the gem dealer, short gray hair, weather beaten
face, dapper dresser, you talked to him several times in the past, while
waiting at the elevator."

"Oh yes, I guess I didn't put a face to the name.  Did he ask after us
tonight?"

"No, Harland said he told him this morning and Raffilie gave him a 20.  I
guess he told me in case I was asked.  He did not come in since I came on
shift."

"I want you to forget that we came in tonight, I want to surprise Raffilie
myself.  Don't even mention it to Harland, Ok."  I slipped him a 50.

As soon as we got up to the 35th. JP called his FBI contact, to pass on the
information.  Now we knew the connections.  Raffilie was an unknown person
to me.  I am sure he had not known who Klass and I were either but if he
saw the Diamond news and our pictures.  JP was concerned about leaving us
alone, I assured him we would be all right.  I had a 9 mm in the safe,
which I got out.  The door is something resembling a bank vault, as well as
a very loud alarm system, also resembling a bank.

"Clive is a retired city cop, just remind him to keep a special eye out
with young Mr. Henderson staying."  Now Clive knew nothing about us, except
we could afford a large, top floor condo in this building and that Klass
and I were often out of town or not often in it.  In fact, for the past
couple of years, Klass has only been in Chicago a few times.

After JP left, I sat down with Drew to talk with and feed my hungry
traveling companion.  We have a freezer full of frozen meals, from the
finest eating establishments in Chicago.  I made sure the housekeeper laid
in lots of pizza and other teenager friendly `gourmet' food.

"Do you know how to use that?"

"Yes I do, I'm not a bad shot and I have a permit for it."

Drew was impressed with the 9 mm, the view and the general decor.  It is
modern, with all the toys, large and just the place for a rich bachelor, on
the prowl.  I'm not sure why Klass furnished it like he did, as my mother's
taste was much more traditional.  The apartment has three large bedrooms,
each with its own bath.  If the brothers all came, we would be hard pressed
to accommodate all of us without sharing beds.  But that is Klass' problem,
not mine.  Klass and I both keep small but wide ranged wardrobes, at these
satellite residences.  In the guest room, Drew found a selection of DVD's,
computer games, clothing and just about anything else a boy would want.

I suggested, we ready ourselves for bed and that once ready, he return to
the living room for a brief moment.  I wanted to show him the beauty of the
night city, the living room windows look south toward the loop and along
the lake shore.

I striped to my briefs, brushed my teeth and slipped on a short terry robe.
Drew appeared dressed the same, a short terry robe.

"Step over here Drew," I said, drawing the drapes back and turning off the
room light.  "Isn't this something to behold?  You should see it when the
snow falls, it is almost magical."

"Gee Jason, I never thought a city could look so ... so neat, as Chicago.
It is even better than downtown Calgary from Signal Hill."

"I often just sit in the dark and look out to relax, after a hard day of
travelling."

"Ya, I can see that.  I'm tired but still kind of keyed up at the same
time.  I guess today was a bit more exciting than it seamed."

"True, a bit."  I placed my right arm around his shoulders and gently
pulled him toward me.  The neck of these robes is wide and open so my hand
slipped into the opening and my hand lay on the bare shoulder.  Drew
pressed just a bit tighter to me and as my fingers wrapped around his thin
upper arm.  I felt so content and it felt so comforting to be holding my
little friend, my brother and co-adventurer.

We stood watching for a few seconds, although it seamed like minutes.  The
sash on my robe came undone and the garment opened up.  Drew's left arm
moved between my robe and my body as his arm wrapped around my waste.  I
could feel his small hand pressing softly against my left side.  He pressed
his left cheek against my chest.  I moved slightly to accommodate him,
keeping my right arm around his shoulders.  My cock was full hard and
pressing against the restraints of my briefs.  I wondered if his was stuff
to.

"Did you have a good time today, little man?"  I tilted my head and kissed
his hair.  I could feel the tension in his body.  Today was more of an
emotional and stressful time than, I think, either of us realized.

"Yes, the best, Jason.  Thanks for bringing me along.  I liked the flying
part and meeting your cousins.  Will Clive get into trouble for telling
that man we were coming?"

"No, not Clive nor Harland either.  They had no way of knowing our arrival
was some kind of secret."

"Were we really in danger?"

"No, never in any real danger.  I just thought it best to let the
professionals deal with it, that's all.  Besides it gave us a good excuse,
for you to meet some of your new family and get a good meal."

My robe, short as it is, just covering my crotch and ass, was now fully
open and if he looked in the dim light, he could see how excited his body
was making me.  Suddenly, his sash parted and his equally short robe
opened, to reveal his nakedness and his five or six inch circumcised penis,
standing proudly at full attention.  I wanted to grab the kids ass cheeks.
Those small round globes and let my fingers travel over the smoothness of
his curves.  I held off keeping my hand on his upper arm and shoulder.

"Do you feel more relaxed now?"

"Yes relaxed but more excited."  I looked down at his stiff cock and looked
at mine.

"I see what you mean, me too."  I started to withdraw my right hand.

He tightened his grip on my left side. "No, keep it.  I like to feel your
touch, I feel so safe and secure when you hold me."

I reached with my left hand and pulled him tight to my body, pressing his
face into my chest and my erection into his tummy.

"I feel the same why, safe and secure and a bit lustful too," I whispered
kissing his head again.  I wanted to kiss his lips and have my way with his
boy body.  I think he wanted me.  I hoped he wanted me.  We kept this pose
for some seconds and my right hand slowly slid down his back resting on his
bubble butt.  I knew, but I have no idea how or why I knew it; I knew that
as long as my arm was around his body, he would remain pressed against me.
That he wanted to remain pressed against me.  My right hand began tracing
the curvature of his butt and he pressed himself tighter, wrapping both his
arms around my back.  Pressing his tummy into my erection, feeling my cock
press into himself.

I kissed his forehead, he smiled.  Drew tilted his head back just a bit.  I
kissed his forehead and then his nose.  Still smiling he tilted back
further and I kissed his lips.  He kissed back.

"Jason, do you ... do you ... want to sleep with me," he half whispered"

"Yes, if you want me to, little man."

"I want you too."  I slowly slid my arms and hands from his thin, boy frame
and he released me.  I closed the drapes and he took my hand leading me
into my room.

Drew was fast asleep before my head settled into the pillow.  He clamped
his body against me, half on me half on the bed and pressing his cheek into
my shoulder, he was gone.  I could feel his erection pressing into my side
and mine pressing into his, I could feel his heart beating, I could hear
his slow rhythmic breathing.

The windows of my room face east, they face the lake, they face the rising
sun.  The drapes were open and the yellow light of sunrise, partly diffused
by the shear curtains, was desperately trying to pry my eyelids open.  My
nose tingled with Drew's smell, the smell of a boy.  My fingers were
sending messages to my brain, messages of smooth soft skin, messages of
suppleness, stimulating messages.  My body was receiving messages too,
messages of warmth, the warmth of another person, tingling messages of
delicate fingers moving across my chest, hot wet breath on my neck, wet
lips on my cheek, a tongue passing over my ear.  My penis was sending
messages of readiness, of its skin being stretched.  Most of all my bladder
was sending a message of fulness, of capacity maximum, a signal to do
something and do it now.

My right arm reacted by flipping the duvet completely off the bed exposing
two naked male bodies, to the seemingly cold air.  I leaped onto my feet,
with a mighty heave of my 185 lbs. and dashed to the toilet.  Holding my
hard long penis, I directed the yellow stream into the gleaming white
porcelain receptacle.  Drew was at my side, before I had emptied a quarter
of my capacity, directing his yellow stream into the same pot.

His body was almost without hair, except for a few short strands of blond
pubic hair, just above his boy penis.  I let my left arm drape over the
boy's shoulders and slowly allowed my hand to slide over his smooth back,
coming to rest on his butt.  My index finger slowly slipping into his butt
crack.  I was finished but transfixed to the spot, lost in the moment.
Drew continued to pee and when finished, stood looking up, smiling and
looking up into my blue eyes, with his blue green.  My right hand was still
holding, my now mostly limp penis, his left holding his.  His penis was not
limp, it was stiff and becoming stiffer.  The head was bright red, in
contrast to his pale skin.

His eyes were fixed on mine, he was signaling to me with them but I was not
sure if I understood the message.  I knew the message I wanted but was that
what he was saying.  My right hand retreated from my manhood.  Drew's left
retreated from his.  My penis was beginning to grow.  I could feel it.  I
wanted him to fell it too.  My left hand never left his butt, as long as it
remained in position Drew seamed unable to move.  I took the chance and
slowly and gently began fondling his boyhood, with the now vacant right.
Drew started to make some almost inaudible sounds, sounds of pleasure from
deep in his throat.  I held his small testicles in my fingers, the sack was
smooth, so smooth.  The index finger of my left hand, moved along his butt
cleft, as my other fingers and palm slid over the smooth rounded form, of
his boy ass.

I let the fingers of my right hand grasp the base of his penis and slowly
slide along its five inches of length, toward the glowing red head.  Drew's
right hand moved up and began fondling my testicles and penis, mimicking my
fondling of him.

"Don't stop, don't ever stop," he pleaded in a quiet alto whisper.

"Are you sure you want this?"  I kissed his forehead.

"Yes, with you, yes."  We kissed again, out lips fully engaged and my
tongue slowly probing, slowly invading his young, virgin mouth.

We lay on the bed, his hands, one on each cheek.  "You need to shave before
I kiss you any more."  I backed off a bit.  "Look you have given me whisker
burns," he said, pointing his his groin, laughing.  For the first time in
weeks, Drew was giggling like the kid he should be.

"Did you like the taste?"

"Yes, your taste, a bit salty and a bit bitter, all at the same time.  I
think it is the texture I need to get accustomed to.  Its like uncooked egg
white."  He giggled again.  "Did you like my taste?"

"You know it kid, almost as good as, chocolate chip cookies."

We cleaned ourselves up and the room, dress and readied ourselves for the
day.  We were just setting down to breakfast, when JP knocked on the door.