Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2010 13:13:54 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 22

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


22: Still Testing

Back to the story chronology.  Trevor was visiting some of the art
galleries in Calgary when he made a discovery.  He discovered a
photographic artist who's work inspired him.  He came home with several
large framed images.  These were limited edition prints of wildlife.  I
thought they were very nice.  Everyone else thought they were very nice.
To Trevor they were orders of magnitude better than nice, they were
wondrous.  I did not ask how expensive these prints were, it is non of my
business and Trevor has more then enough money, so why am I concerned.  I
don't know why, I just am.  I guess it's just my Dutch upbringing.

Klass put it in prospective for me.  They all have more pocket money at
their disposal than some families have annual income.  If they spend it on
art they are not spending it on drink or drugs.

This artist is a young man from Bellingham, Washington, one Apollo Bidis.
Trevor immediately looked him on the web, dragging me to his computer so I
could be enlightened.  I must say his work is impressive.  It was obvious
Trevor wanted to take pictures like these.  Over the next few months he
seemed to have a steady stream of photo books from the library.  Well I
wanted him and the others to have a hobby.

"You know Jason this fellow is more than just a photographer, I think he is
someone like you."

"Like me?" No way there is only one Jason Adonis.  One of is bad enough,
two I can't imagine.

"Yes look, I searched his name and look what came up, in the Spokane
newspaper "The Spokesman Review" It was an article, by lined Ms. Margaret
Trend, from August, about a photographer and his assistant, foiling the
kidnapping of a deaf Spokane boy.  The article described
everything... "Bidis and Sumewalt refused the reward offered by Spokane
Police Chief, saying, `we did what needed to be done, because it was the
right thing to do.  If you want to give money away, then make a donation to
the hearing impaired on our behalf.'  The Chief said the money would be put
in a trust fund for Jonas.  Your reporter happens to know, Apollo Bidis is
a recent graduate and Brad Sumewalt is a high school student, neither of
these young men are financially secure.  Refusing the reward, which was
over fifteen thousand dollars, was an act of generosity almost as
significant as the rescue itself."

"Look at it this way, he is good at what he does, obviously cares about
others and does things for the right reasons.  Just like my big brother.
Besides that they are both real good looking."

True, Apollo is good looking, younger than me but very good looking and I
guess he does things for the right reasons too.  "Ok, Jason," I though,
"perhaps others are like you."  ............................

The fall progressed more or less without major incidents or notes of
importance.  We hosted and attended the usual dinners and parties, as the
holiday season approached.  Klass had to put his foot down at the halloween
party, it appeared someone had spiked the punch.  I was forced to
confiscate several small packages of dried leaves and substituted a mild
emetic, for some little white designer, drug pills.  I am absolutely sure
it will be a long time before Eric even thinks of taking any club drugs.  I
didn't see it but he and several of his friends, including Will felt the
full effect of my substitution on the dance floor, in front of their class
mates.  I wanted boys and I wanted my boys, to be boys.  As klass would
say, `god punishes us by answering our prayers'.  Well it is not punishment
but I guess it is pay back time on behalf of my parents.  Some times I do
feel a bit of sympathy for my brothers, not to much but a little, being
only a few years older, I remember exactly what I did and how I did it.

The price of oil and gas was running at a ten year high and ACan Energy was
making money hand over fist, another Klassism.  Almost a problem.  I had to
find something to do with the surplus profits.  That is a good thing but I
had until June to figure that out.  I had several ideas, one was to give
each graduate a small car, nice looking, sporty to attract the girls or
boys but not to powerful.  I don't want them attracting speeding tickets or
accidents.  I could fund a fraternity house at the University of Calgary,
my fraternity does not have a chapter here.  An idea but I still want them
living at home, at least until they complete their bachelors degrees.  I am
sure some will want to form romantic relationships but I hope we share
enough sex around here to forestall that biological need, for at least the
next four or five years.

In early November Klass decided we would spend Christmas and New Years in
Europe.  The boys could ski in Switzerland and we should be in Amsterdam
for the 24th and 25th, at the least.  I wanted to play Santa again this
year.  Herman assured us his staff would do the Santa Project, same plan as
last year, if Rita-Jo would do the organizing.  We could still do our
parties and stuff beforehand.  The boys did not like the idea.  The boys
that had girlfriends that is, but none was adamant enough to express
themselves.  I figured there are in hormones and true love.  We had
hormones.  Klass did offer to take along any of the young ladies that
wanted to come.  None took that offer up or none of their parents took it
up, as the case may be.  Would you let your sixteen or seventeen year old
daughter, get on a privet jet with this over sexed bunch and fly off across
the Atlantic, at Christmas time?

That is not quite correct, we did stop in Racine and pick up Sandra.  Helga
and Herman went in advance to make sure everything was properly organized.
This time we would have a big party and probably be invited to several
more.  I was still thick with Eva, very thick.  I still needed a secretary.
My head hunting had not been very successful.  Lots of good people but not
the right match.  .................

"Oh no Drew, you must not do that.  The craftsman that made your ring made
all of our rings, he would be deeply hurt if you didn't bring it back to
him for repair."

"But won't he be angry that I damaged it?"

"No he has been making jewelry for over 50 years now.  He knows these rings
are made to be worn and if you ware them, use them, they will need repair
and in your case, enlargement as you grow.  Just tell Klass and while you
are showing Sandra the plant and showroom he can work on it for you.  By
the way do you have a special present for Sandra yet?"

"No, but dad said I should not get her one, he knew this old guy that would
see something special was in her stocking."  He looked just a tad
distressed about this.

"Are you uncomfortable with the idea?"

"I trust dad and he said I would be as pleased as she will be, I guess I
just..."

"I know it is hard, because you want to be sure it is the right thing and
that it carries the right message.  If it makes you feel better, when I was
a boy, Klass always arranged my gifts for my mother and dad.  I'm sure he
arranged dad's gift to mom most times too.  They were always even better
then anything I thought of."  Drew pressed his body against mine and we
kissed.  "I love my boy."

"I love my man, he makes me feel so secure and warm." My hands were
drifting over his firm small butt.  Drew is growing a lot and soon he will
be as tall as I am.

"Are you going to stay with me tonight," I asked, kissing every port of his
face and neck.

"Not tonight, I have two brothers waiting for me but I'll bet Ziggy is
available," he said with a wink.  "You know you and I are official room
mates in Amsterdam," He said, with a huge smile on his face?

"No, I didn't know."

"Ya, Sandra and Eva are sharing my room, so I'm sharing yours."

"Does that mean Klass is moving an extra bed into my space?"

"I don't know about that but I do know this boy will need his man's sexual
attention so badly, it won't get slept in, even if he does."  My hands were
still fondling his tight butt, sliding over the smooth globes and along the
cleft between them.  As long as they remained in positing, one hand on each
lovely round cheek, he would remain glued to me, his penis straining at its
Levi prison.  His passion rising, his desire for his man's physical and
emotional love growing.  As long as I was touching him he was in my power,
just as I was in his power by his very presence in the room.

"This man always wants his boy's love but he wants his boy to be happy more
than his boy's ass.  Go to your brothers now, in Amsterdam we will find a
way to keep both our male and female lovers happy."  I have no idea if he
is getting any from her and even if he is, nothing like I get from Eva.  I
wonder if Eva is interested in girls or women, this may be very
interesting.  .................

Our flight to Racine was uneventful.  We collected Sandra and departed
again for Amsterdam, this time stopping in Gander, Newfoundland, stretch
our legs and top up the fuel.  Everyone but Klass, Drew and Sandra got some
cockpit time; Klass spent a lot of time sleeping and the young people
holding hands and each other, in the back.  When it looked like the passion
was rising about has high as our cursing altitude, the brothers started
playing cards and other games, as a distraction.  Eva and I talked and
socialized. "Jason, if this keeps up we may not have the roommates we are
planning on."

"You know I am willing to switch, we both know Drew's desire.  I just hope
they don't get their braces locked up.  Assuming you are game that leaves
only one.  Perhaps a girl to girl talk is in order.  I think the big
brother role ended a few air miles back."

"What will Klass say, he told her parents...?"

"He will say noting and I'll bet he told her parents, you two were
roommates, not that he would stand guard at the door."  Klass opened up his
eyes, smiled and made three monkey signal: hands on ears, hands over eyes,
hand over mouth and resumed his nap.  We embraced and kissed.  I whispered
in her ear, "Helga never comes to the second floor unannounced."

Ziggy was still making light of wanting in her pants and Eva made light of
his suggestions.  Having just spent the night playing butt tag with Ziggy,
I happened to know he was more serious about Eva then he ever lets on.  One
learns a lot about your lovers feelings in those quiet moments between the
hard fucking or heavy duty oral action.

I had learned a lot about Eva over the past year, as our physical passion
slowly became more managed.  The non professional men in her life, even her
older brother and Warner were controlling and patriarchal.  She was the
youngest of three, two older brothers.  They had grown up on a small farm,
where her parents and oldest brother still live.  The oldest brother is
married with two small children.  The middle brother is graduate student in
France, at the Nancy University.  She is a very independent lady who left
home before finishing high school, to escape the pressure of becoming a
farm wife, like her sister in law and most other girls in that village.
She still refuses to visit them, so I take it her departure was not well
received.  I thought she should send gifts to the children and at least
something for her mother, reminding her, parents that you disagree with are
still better than no parents at all.

I also took Herman into my confidence, in his professional role of family
security chief.  He would find and talk to her middle brother.  If he is
willing, we would arrange for him to join us at the ski resort, for a
reunion with his sister but only after talking to Smitwit first; see if he
knew any reason we should not do this.

Having two sisters, as it were, was a new experience for the brothers.
Having one little sister, was new for me too.  We had to watch the crotch
and ass grabbing, full mouth kissing and language.  Having two young ladies
in our family, even if temporarily was new for Klass.  I discovered he does
not do women well.  Oh, he likes them and has many female friends but
younger women, like Sandra and Eva, in a non professional setting, kind of
unnerves the old man.  He does not seem to be in charge at all, where they
are concerned.  I guess he is most comfortable in the kindly uncle role.

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

It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, all the
creatures were staring but no mice.  Helga would have a fit if she thought
any mice were in her domain.  As a matter of fact, it was the afternoon
before Christmas and we were all down at the diamond factory for a brief
directors meeting and to have a drink with our staff.  Eva and Sandra were
being treated to a grand tour, including the showroom.  The female staff
were falling all over themselves to make our ladies comfortable.  They were
all chattering in Dutch, about how cute Drew and Sandra were.

Klass was returning some of my mother's jewels to the vault.  He had a
selection brought to the house, for our ladies to ware during the party
rounds.  It was then that I learned, it was Klass or his supervision that
had directed most of the pieces I remember her having used.  In the vault
was more stuff than I thought.  Now that we are likely to have more than
one Mrs. Adonis, Klass and I decided these things would no longer be passed
from mother to child but kept as family treasures and loaned as needed.

Many of the old pieces were historic, having been my grandmothers and great
grandmothers.  Old fashioned and well out of date.  They were all carefully
catalogued and stored.  The names of the designers and craftsman were
recorded, along with notes on when and why the piece was created and how
often it was used and by who.  Sandra and Eva's names were now carefully
recorded against several of the pieces, along with the dates.  For some
pieces, a duplicate had been created.  Often the duplicate was used while
the very valuable original, was always kept in the vault.  These were works
of art not just gems.  The gems themselves, while valuable are of less
concern, unless of exceptional size, color or cut.  It is almost impossible
to damage a diamond or other hard gem but the settings, that is another
story.

The most important part is, these jewels are being used.  I noticed several
of the designers and setters looking at the record book and smiling, to see
if it was one of their pieces that had been selected.  This would have been
the first time since my mothers passing that any of these things had seen
the light of day.  Something we must make sure happens more often in the
future.  Something that will happen more as the boys mature.  Pride of
workmanship is probably as important, perhaps more important, then annual
remuneration.  I know my grandfather believed the staff, in a family
business, was family.  That is one reason most of our apprentices are the
sons and daughters of our journeymen.

Drew had his ring repaired, which only took a few minutes and since he was
standing right there, the craftsman who had made it, was showing him all
the details.  Several of the brothers were assisting in the showroom, with
last minute customers.  I'm not sure if they were more help than hindrance
but they were trying.  Perhaps trying is not quite right.  The boys were
all very interested in the younger staff, the ones close to their own ages
and several of them work in the sales area.  For some of our long time
customers, meeting the new generation of proprietors lends confidence.  If
someone is spending several thousand gilders, they feel better about it
when meeting a person with the same name as the one on the sign.  Ziggy was
very proud of himself, having made two rather large sales that afternoon.
I also noticed Klass had replaced the old portrait of himself and my
parents, that hung in the showroom, with one of Trevor's composts, showing
all of us

From what I could glean, Klass had ordered our special gift from the
factory, again this year.  I noticed several of the designers paying close
attention to Sandra and Drew, I figured Klass had something special for one
or both of them, knowing Klass, both.  Klass had also taken over my gift
for Eva, much as he did for me, so often in the past.

Christmas eve for us still has few traditions.  Not that the family didn't
already have some, we did, but that was the old family.  When I was a boy
we would exchange gifts on Christmas eve, each gift was to have a little
poem or brief but funny story attached to it.  Small children don't do the
poem bit.  For little ones, St. Nickalous and his pony deliver the stocking
stuff.  Most Dutch families, well the religious ones anyway, spend a lot of
church time on Christmas day.  Now we need some new ones.

We began by hosting a dinner with gifts for all the children.  This dinner
is for the families of our household staff, security, air crews and so on.
We brothers and our ladies, under Helga's supervision, prepared and served
the food, provided the entertainment (singing and playing) and so on.
Klass did the gift thing.  So as not to interfere with the traditions of
others and get the little ones to bed at a reasonable hour, that broke up
by 8 pm.  We cleaned up in record time and were out caroling our immediate
neighbors by 9.  Caroling is big in lots of places, not in this part of
Amsterdam, it is in our neighborhood now.

It seemed like everyone was playing musical rooms.  Except for Drew and I.
We were paying close attention to our ladies and our brothers respected
that.  I don't know about Drew but my ass was feeling a bit lonely.  After
the first night Drew and Eva just switched rooms.  I guess the kids are
doing what ever boys and girls do when they share a bed.  They both just
looked happy and very much in love.  We had been on the go now for a week,
with all kinds of parties and activities.  It seemed that every evening
something was happening.  This Christmas eve just about had it all, except
the elf costumes.  By the time we crawled into bed, Eva and I were bushed.
I was kind of getting accustomed to sleeping with a woman and you know it's
not half bad.  My ass just felt, oh so empty, every now and again.  Most of
the brothers reacquainted themselves with their friends in the
neighborhood.  Not that they were getting any sex from them but then they
know how to take care of themselves don't they.  I found it a bit strange
that Herman did not bring his friend around to meet us but went off, just
disappeared for that time.  I can't say I blame him but we would all like
to meet his fellow.

Anyway, I woke with quite a start about 2 am and could just not get back to
sleep.  Eva was out and did not respond at all to my gentle encouragement.
I let my hands play with her nipples but she just rolled over.  I got up
and made my way to Ziggy's room.  He and Eric were asleep but woke up as
soon as I got into the bed.  "I need some brotherly love, you brothers
available?"

"We never thought you'd ask," Ziggy replied.

The kissing, pawing, fondling and about any other lustful adjective
imaginable were on.  Eric moved so I was in the middle.  I was erect and
ready when I arrived now I was totally ready and begging for action.  These
middle of the night passion sections needed to be just that.  Lots of lust,
quickly executed and back to dreamland.

My brothers pinned me against the bed.  I lay on my back they lay on their
sides legs and arms draped over me fondling my manhood, kissing my mouth,
eyes, ears, neck, arms and nipples.  I was kissing back as best I could.
My hands found their massive cocks, which lay against my hips, across my
body.  Ziggy was the first to move, he rolled on his back pulling his knees
up to his chest exposing his anus.  I knew the signal and immediately moved
to top him.  Eric moved in behind me slipping a condom on my cock and
greasing up Ziggy's hole.  Eric guided me in while, my mouth made love to
Ziggy's face.  "Slow and easy boys, don't get to far ahead of me," Eric
said.  In a few seconds, I felt his fingers in my anus followed by his huge
penis.  Oh, it felt so good.  I love being the meat in a brother sandwich.
I love my cock in my brother's ass, any brother but Ziggy's is one of the
best.  He can work his muscles and fuck me to orgasms, without me making a
movement.  Right now he was flexing his muscles, bringing my cock into firm
contact with his prostrate.

Eric slipped in my ass and began slowly and deliberately long-dicking.  I
responded by long-dicking Ziggy.  After a minute or so I was controlling
the movements with Eric responding.  As I pulled out of Ziggy, he pulled
out of me, as I pushed into Ziggy, he pushed into me.  I could feel Ziggy's
hard cock laying against his belly and mine to.  He could feel my balls
contacting his tight ass, as I could feel Eric's.  Now if only Drew were
here, fucking Ziggy's face and being reamed by my long and if I say so
myself, talented tongue.  But he is not.  He is spooning with his honey.
She probably wakes him up every two hours or so for another fuck, like Eva
did when we first started sharing our beds and our bodies.  Ziggy unloads
from the friction of my body against his penis.  I unload into his ass and
clamping down on Eric, with each spasm, he unloads into me.

We spend a few minutes cleaning each other's penises and testicles.  God
these boys have smooth sacks and such nice big cocks.  I head back to Eva.
I do not want to go but she is my guest and my female lover and probably
the mother of the children I will father.  How did Klass and dad manage?
How will I manage to keep Ziggy, Drew and Eva satisfied?

I snuggled against her slim naked form, pressing my now limp penis into her
butt crack and enveloping her in my arms holding her breasts like handles,
quickly drifting back to sleep.

Christmas morning is slow and lazy around the Adonis household.  We do not
have any staff working, it is a day for family.  Their families are as
important as ours.  Helga supervised of course but we all pitched in to
make light breakfast.  None of us dressed, well we did not appear naked, we
just had on our pajamas.  That is about the only time anyone ever uses
them.  After food and chat and lots of laughing, we dressed in jeans and
sweaters.  Even Klass and Helga, except Helga had a denim western style
skirt.  Trevor insisted that pajamas were not appropriate for his picture
taking.  Since he was our de facto official photographer, we went along,
but only after many mock groans and complaints.

It was only when I came back down to the living room, that I realized two
PPI men were outside in the driveway, sitting in their car.  Klass went out
and brought them in.  These two were the youngest and probably the newest
fellows on Willhem crew.  Neither had any family in the Amsterdam area and
would get holiday time while we are in Switzerland.  Helga showed them
where the holiday baking was being kept and we proceeded on with our gift
opening.  Trevor had set up a video camera to overview the situation and
both he and Stan had still cameras at the ready.

On the great fireplace mantel, which is made of Italian marble and Austrian
granite, Klass had again hung everyone's stockings.  Eva's and Sandra's
were larger than ours.  In addition, there was a huge pile of packages.
Many were the same size, shape and wrapped exactly the same.  This was
quite a change from last year.  We boys had drawn names again but the
number of packages suggested something additional this year, in fact quite
a lot additional.

"When Jason was a small boy, it was always his duty to distribute the
gifts.  Since he is now the oldest child in this family and Drew is the
youngest I am asking my son to do these honors, with the able assistance of
Sandra, that is if you two can refrain from holding hands that long."
Since Drew is left handed and Sandra right he took her left hand in his
right and they stood waving to the cameras and holding hands proceeded to
do just that.

The first was a huge package labeled "The Family", Drew and Sandra dragged
it over to Klass and Helga.  It contained six small wheels of Wisconsin
Cheese, from the Johnson's.  Klass made some comment about bringing `coal
to Newcastle', I just don't know where he get all these things.  The note
read, sending cheese to Holland is perhaps overkill but this cheese is from
a small farm, in central Wisconsin and can only be obtained there, it is
not sold in stores.  I was impressed, we all were.  This is something we
would enjoy for a long time.

The identical boxes, turned out to be new long track speed skates, a pair
for each of us.  These skates are made in the Netherlands.  The other
packages were our hand made gifts and personalized calendars from Trevor.
He had assembled 12 photographs for each of us, all different and unique.
Another group, turned out to contain small envelopes, that told the
recipient about a personalized sporting good package to be collected in
Switzerland.  Klass had arranged for our family owned sporting goods
manufacturer, to equip us each with boots, skies, clothing, hockey or
figure skating equipment and so on for our time at the resort.  The resort
was probably the most exclusive one in Switzerland, with super skiing and
other winter activities.  We had rented a complete chateau for the next
week.  We leave on the train this evening.

Helga was given tickets to Toronto, she would spend the balance of the
holiday with her grandchildren and a six week world cruse that spring, for
her and her daughters in laws.  Helga was thrilled to say the least.  In
addition, many of the packages were luggage and so on needed for the cruse.
Helga was in tears by the end.  They were tears of joy and trepidation.
She was not sure we could manage with her gone for six weeks and her
granddaughters not having mom around...  Klass reminded her we are mostly
university students now and her granddaughters were young teen, everyone
would manage.

Now we got to the stockings.  Sandra's first, in it as in all of them, was
the large orange and the coal candy.  The reason the stocking was bulging
more then the boys was a rectangular package.  I recognized the paper, it
was from the diamond factory.  The tag just said Drew.  In it was just an
awesome neckless, a thick gold chain leading away from a center piece,
which was a `D' set in diamond chips surrounding an S set in emerald chips.
Sandra was overwhelmed, Drew had to fasten it around her neck and give her
a big kiss for the camera.  This was wonderful.  I remembered my mother
having one very much like it but made up of a J in Diamonds with an `N' in
emeralds.  Drew winked at me, signaling his satisfaction and approval.  I
could see in Klass' eyes, he was more than pleased with the results of his
creativity.  Later Drew told me the back was engraved Drew, Sandra,
Forever.

Sandra brought out a gift for Drew.  It was a medium sized portrait of
them, painted from one of Trevor's photographs.  The portrait had been done
by a Racine artist.  It was in watercolors but retained many fine details.
Drew was thrilled as he should be.  I guess this was to be a year of art.
I don't think that was intentional it just happened that way.

My gift to Eva, as designed and commissioned by Klass was the same idea as
Sandra's.  A heavy gold chain with diamonds and emeralds in a `J and E',
also engraved Jason, Eva forever.  The only difference was this J & E hung
from the chain which was more delicate then Sandra's.  Eva has a longer
neck and more cleavage so it fit right in.  Now I know why the designers
were giving the ladies such a going over.  They wanted to make sure Klass
had got it right.  I will never know if he did or if they had to make last
minute and I mean last minute, changes.  Klass, would never tell and I'm
sure the company people wouldn't either.  As I said before, we are family
and it was beyond any doubt that all the brothers and our two ladies, were
accepted by them.  They are more interested in the fact that their work is
being used and displayed, i.e. appreciated by us, then anything else.

I know my mother had almost no jewelry not created by our people.  Even her
watches, which have purchased movements, were set in cases of our design.
It is not a money issue either, my mother was a woman of independent means,
as is Sandra (she will be anyway) they could afford to buy from anyone.  I
can afford to buy from anyone.  It is a matter of pride in quality, design
and craftsmanship.

For us, Klass had a new series of lapel pins in our little boxes.  These
were the family crest set into a A or H with diamond chips on the corners
of the letters and the crest in platinum.  Lapel pins are bigger in Europe
than Canada, they are a limited edition and very impressive.

For Klass, we spent some money.  Drew organized it and the brothers all
assisted in one way or another.  Drew had commissioned a large portrait and
photo album of Captain Henderson.  The photos were collected from his
family and copies of the books also sent to all his children and
grandchildren.  For Klass, I think the sending on his behalf, was the best
part of this present.  The portrait was normal size, 16 by 20, done by a
Calgary artist named Evers.  The book was another work of art.  Each
photograph occupied its own page and was captioned.  The book itself was
leather bound and titled "It Was The Right Thing To Do".

Later that afternoon, Klass went to Nijmegen, he wanted to pay his respects
to the Canadians that died liberating eastern Holland.  Nijmegen is the
location of a Canadian war cemetery.  We all wanted to go but he did not
seem keen on having company.  I guess he feels, paying ones respects to
fallen solders, mostly and for my generation, completely unknown to us, is
a privet matter.  I could see Drew was not about to let his dad do this
alone, he just didn't know how to insist.  Helga to the rescue.  "Klass,
the boy is accompanying you," she said with that, `and don't even think of
talking back to me mister,' look.  Herman, who joined us shortly after
lunch, drove.