Date: Thu, 20 May 2010 11:51:25 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jasosn Adonis 38

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


38:  One Down Eight To Go

School started for Drew and David on the Tuesday after Labor Day, which is
the first Monday in September.  For Eva and my other brothers university
shortly after.  One of Herman's people did the Strathmore run just as
before, except a car would do instead of a van.  Almost all other
Strathmore students travel on yellow school busses due to its rural campus
location, relative to Calgary.  Since we are quite a bit out of the way and
the house is so far from the gate, I always thought it best for us to see
to their transport.  Herman was more mundane about it.  His people would
escort our children to and from school and if that meant following behind a
bus they would do that.

The university was a different matter.  The boys all wanted to drive their
own cars.  I can understand that desire.  As official adults and post
secondary students it is normal.  I did not think taking seven cars on 80
km (about 50 miles) to and from the same place each day was very efficient.
The students arranged a schedule among themselves which limited the fleet
to between two and three, each taking turns being the driver.  At least
that was how the year would start.  I was sure it would break down by the
second semester.  The first day as they all departed for 9 am classes I
felt a good bit of pride, nostalgia and envy.  I always liked school
especially university.  I guess if things had worked out differently I
would have been an academic myself.  They didn't but some day perhaps I can
return.  Drew was starting his driver training but would not be 16 until
the following spring.

Klass, Mats and I were going full out on business and the wedding plans.
Mats assisted Klass in finding a couple of people to take on most of Eva's
duties.  Paul was reporting positive things about Trader's Island and
eagerly looking forward to our next visit.  I was getting organized for the
diamond mine purchase.  Now that Smyth's report was in, confirming the
reserve estimates and mining viability, I was into the price and business
arrangements part of the deal.  My local team however was in some disarray.
It would take them a month or so to get adjusted to the new realities of
university.

The announcement of our deal was about to be made.  This would be made by
the vendor.  ACan would be purchasing 51% of the mining company but leaving
management in tact.  We were offering a good price for the outstanding
shares to reach this goal.  I called Don in for an exclusive interview
which he could publish as soon as the vendor had made its press release.

We had been quietly buying up shares since the spring so my various
enterprises like ACan Energy, our investment funds, AUSA and the bank
already held about 15%.  I already had options on several of the large
investors share blocks, so was assured of another 30 %.  With 45% we would
have effective control.  We had managed to keep a tight lid on our
activities so this would come as a surprise to the industry.  The deBeers
Canada boys would be pissed off.  They had been trying to buy in for
several years but were unwilling to pay a premium.  I was quite willing to
pay a premium if that was to get me an assured supply, at a price related
to the cost of production.  In the long run it would save us more then it
cost.  DeBeers also wanted a big say in the management of the property with
only a minimum ownership position.  They wanted to be able to manage its
production targets and development, not necessarily to the best advantage
of their partners.  Since neither us or our new partners had other diamond
mining fish to fry (another Klassism) our mutual objective was the best
return on the investment for the share holders and the development of the
industry that was best for our host, the North West Territories.
Fortunately the prices for oil and natural gas were holding high and ACan
Energy was turning record profits, financing the diamond share purchase
would not be simple but manageable.  Given the record low interest rates at
this time in history I was sure everything would work out.
....................

Ziggy challenged me to a game of basketball.  He has grown to 6' (1.8 m)
and 155 pounds (70 kg), 18 years old, and I'm 6' 4' (2 m), 180 (81.6 kg)
and 28 years old, so the advantage really was mine.  I said okay, and we
went out to the basketball hoop.  We took off our shirts and played in just
our shorts, socks and sneakers.  This was a fine warm early fall day in
Alberta and as we played the snow capped peaks of the mountains formed a
backdrop that was almost as inspiring as his cute ass.  We ended up playing
2 games, I won 1, narrowly, and Ziggy blew me away in the 2rd game.  I was
very impressed with the way he used his speed to overcome my height, weight
and experience advantage.

We were both covered in sweat by this time.  I went into his bedroom and on
the way to the shower lay down on the bed, on my back, to catch a quick
breather, with my feet on the floor I was only at the end of the bed.  I
fell asleep for a few minutes because I opened my eyes to see Ziggy
standing at the foot of the bed, smiling at me.  I had been awakened by his
soft hand gently caressing my inner thigh, and reaching inside my shorts to
stroke my manhood.  The exciting feel of his touch brought blood rushing to
my penis, the reason he was fondling me in the first place.

"Too much for you, old man?" he teased.  I spread my legs to allow him to
move closer to the bed, which he did immediately.  Standing right next to
the bed, and no more than 2 feet (0.6 m) from my crotch, he put his hands
on the waistband of his shorts, slowly pushing them down to the floor, his
eyes locked on mine.  I could see the rivulets of sweat running down his
mostly smooth chest, joining at his groin, and even from that distance I
could feel the heat flowing off his body.

After his shorts hit the floor, he kicked them off, and my eyes were drawn
to his stiff cock, which jutted out 11.5" (29 cm) from his damp crotch,
pointing up to the ceiling.

At this, I shook myself out of my motionless daze and shimmied my shorts
down to my knees.  When they reached that point, I lifted my legs up to
pull them over my shins and off.  As my legs lifted, my ass hole was
briefly exposed to Ziggy's view, and he licked his lips.  I finally kicked
off the shorts and lay spread eagle on the bed.  Ziggy lowered himself to
the bed, kneeling first between my legs, then lowering his hot, sweaty
groin to my equally hot crotch, and his stomach and chest to mine.
Finally, after we were joined at every other conceivable point, he brought
his open mouth to mine in a hot, passionate kiss.  I could feel his tongue
invading my mouth and I welcomed his oral fucking with pleasure.  I had
been neglecting Ziggy of late or thought I had.  Drew was very demanding
now that he was again separated from Sandra and Eva gets her time with me
too.

The incredible heat from our cocks and balls as they rubbed together only
increased our sweating, and we squirmed on each other from pleasure, with
little to slow our rubbing.  I cupped his incredibly round and smooth ass
cheeks in my hands, and toyed with the furrow between those delicious butt
cheeks with my finger.  His hands, which had been holding my head still
while he humped my mouth with his wet tongue, went back to his butt to pull
his cheeks apart.  He briefly broke away from our kiss to groan, "Use your
fingers in my butt.  Fuck me with your fingers."

I complied with his urgent request, and slid my index finger into his anus,
the sweat from both of us lubricating him and causing an easy and deep
insertion.  While I did this, he brought his hand around to our cocks,
which were rubbing deliciously against each other, and our hot, sweaty
stomachs and crotches.  He wrapped his small hand around our cocks, holding
them both in his grip, and began stroking.  The feel of his soft hand, his
hard cock and the heat of our joined crotches increased our passion quickly
as he masturbated us both.  His tongue in my mouth, my tongue in his mouth,
swirling around to miss nothing, the stroke of my index finger, soon to be
joined by my middle finger in his ass brought us to a height of passion and
a mutual climax.  God, I've never felt such passion as he invaded my mouth,
I invaded his ass and our cocks danced a prostate tango.  At least not in
the past day or two.

Our squirming and pressing together brought us to the top of passion, and
we rushed down to squirt copious quantities of our ejaculate over the
other's manhood, stomachs and all over Ziggy's busy fingers.  Ziggy
continued stroking us both together as we came down from our sexual high,
but soon slumped against my chest as we became fatigued.  We rested like
that for some time, until Ziggy fell asleep on top of me, naked, come
covered and totally exhausted.  I let him sleep for a few minutes before
rousing ourselves into the shower.

"Am I still your special boy Jason, do you still love me?"

"Yes, Ziggy you are still my special boy, you always will be and I will
always love you.  Remember I fell in love with you even before we met."

"I know but I just like to hear you say it.  I love Drew too you know and I
still get tingles between my legs just thinking about Eva.  Your not
jealous are you?"

"No Ziggy, should I be?"

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

"Don, I think your recent articles on the diamond project were first class.
I trust you got a raise."  We both laughed.

"Jason, one of my colleges, Leanne Lumbardy has been around asking
questions about your wedding.  She thinks there is a story for her.  Leanne
writes for the "Living and Lifestyle" section, I don't suppose you have
read any of her stuff?"

"Living and Lifestyle, hell I don't even have time to read the sports page.
But that is not why you called is it?"

"No, she has only heard rumors about your wedding and was hoping, if they
are true, I could talk you into, ah, perhaps you would grant her an
interview."

"That's not why you called either Don, it would be Eva that she wants to
talk to, not me.  You want me to say no don't you?"

"Ah, well kind of, you know she is quite a looker and I don't have a date
for the reception and well I thought, uh ... maybe if you said no and if
Eva is just too busy, with being a student and all."

"You could flash your invitation and offer to take her along."

"Well yes that is what I had in mind.  I've been trying to get a date with
her for months but keep striking out."

"Hay buddy, consider it done.  Your sister and my brother still dating?"

"Yes."

"Good, after she accepts your invitation, have Ms. Lumbardy talk to her
about dress codes and stuff like that.  She can help your cause by
introducing Ms. Lumbardy to the family.  I will use my limited influence in
these matter and make sure you two are seated with my siblings.  By the
way, Margaret and Veronica, well all of Apollo's Flying Circus will be here
too.  If she plays her cards right, I'll bet you can get her all kinds of
human interest stories."

This time, except for the Heits and Sandra, all out of towners were being
put up at a large motel in the Southern part of Calgary.  It is one of
those big upscale chains.  We more or less took one of their buildings
over.  We also hired a small fleet of limos and vans to transport everyone.
I mean everyone who lived to far away to walk.  I wanted everyone to
celebrate with us to the max.  This way no one would drive, so on one
needed to abstain.  People had been arriving for several days.  We were
scheduled on a Saturday but the mid west crew: Johnson, Roe, Kirk,
Anderson, Andersen, Chicago office, US managers, Rupert and Liz and so on
came in on Wednesday.  Apollo's crew, Smyth's etc. on Thursday and so on.
Frans van Witt and his family, our Toronto office and his two boys, all
showed up on Friday.  That's how it went.  The guest list looked to be
about 500 more or less.  Mats was running the thing like a general, all be
it a very soft spoken one.

Eva had given her apartment, which she no longer need anyway, over to her
parents.  The others were in guest rooms, that made it a lot simpler for
the children to be together.  Jonas, Shelley, Wilson, Eddy and Eddy's
friend Conrad, our nieces all stayed at the house.  That gave their adults
a brake too, since they were in the hotel.

I would just love to report some good passionate sex at this point in the
story.  We all agree, you the reader and me the writer, that sex is a good
thing.  We probably all agree the more passionate it is the better and
given the situation, at this point in the narrative, lots and lots of sex
must be taking place.  It was too, but not for me.  For me it was as good
as ever, as passionate as ever, as satisfying as ever and about the same as
has been described already.

I know my brothers were all enjoying themselves, I know our guests were
enjoying themselves.  Eva and I were enjoying ourselves.  All that we were
able to salvage was a coming together naked in our bed.  Pressing our lips
to each other, allowing our hands to fondle all that available skin and
quick intense fuck, producing much point of source pleasure, followed by
not enough sleep.

I was rather unceremoniously aroused, in the morning, not by the tender
kisses of my lady or my boy, by and one of those intrusive annoyances we
humans inflict on ourselves, the alarm clock.  I was told in no uncertain
terms to take my mouth away from my lovers breasts and my hands from
between her legs, dress and vacate.  As I exited our room I could see why.
Lined up in the hall were hair dressers, make up artists, pedicurists,
manicurists and who the hell knows who else.  They were setting up shop in
my bedroom which would see all the ladies in the house before noon.

Me, like all of us men, had visited the barber some time during the
preceding week.  We, those of us old enough, shaved our own faces.  For
those of us with beards the barber trimmed them when we got our cuts.  This
I guess, is where the myth of high female maintenance costs originate from.
Oh, I am not saying this stuff is not expensive but when compared to my
sports car or some of my other boy toys, a few hundred dollars for "war
paint" (that one came from an old western movie) is not out of line.

Ladies clothing is another matter.  Sure some of my suits cost two grand
but I will ware them for years.  Some of Eva's dresses cost that much and
more and she will only ware them a few times at best.

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

We lifted off from a sports fields in Canmore to the top of Chinamen's
Peak.  It took two loads to get us up, these were big choppers for sure.
Everything went as planned, we were back in Canmore with time to spare.
Apollo and Brad had taken the video and stills, which everyone would see as
soon as we got back to the ranch.  The wedding party, less the JP, used a
bus on the Ranch-Canmore-Ranch run.  By the time we got back the large tent
was ready and guests, mostly family, were beginning to arrive.  Helga was
holding court in the kitchen until Klass came and dragged her into the
great living room.  There all the family assembled including the Johnson's,
Heits, and a hand full of my European cousins, as well as a few Henderson's
from B.C.  Even Drew's grandmother and aunt attended.  I guess the Admiral
was still in Geneva.

The ceremony itself was quite simple and straight forward.  Jonas and
Shelley stood with us facing the JP, our backs to the mountains that lay
west and south of our location.  The deep blue sky was dotted with puffy
white clouds.  The air was cool but not to cold, with a gentle breeze from
the south.  My brothers, Sandra, several of Eva's female friends, Klass,
Mr. and Mrs. Heit, Reinhard, Karl and Wilma.  Everyone else was back at the
ranch.  We had lapel mikes to improve the sound.  Apollo took lots of
stills mostly with his Nikon and Haselblad digitals.  Jonas and Shelley
signed all the words from the three of us and when I kissed the bride Jonas
kissed Shelley.  At the right time Jonas handed me her ring and Shelley
handed Eva mine.  Wedding bands are simple things compared to the
engagement ring but our designers had made Eva's spectacular nevertheless.
My ring was wide made of three colors of gold and platinum scooped in the
middle with diamond chips set around it.  Hers was a smaller version not as
wide and well, just smaller.

Then the JP read the words to a song that Shelley and Jonas signed for us.

 "Just when i thought i had to make it alone
 You were right there by my side
 Making a stand holding my hand, the way you do
 Then to remind me of a "me and you"

 When i'm with you all my fear disappears
 Like if i reach i'll touch the sky
 You've got my back, pick up my slack when i can't see
 But nothing keeps me up like knowing we'll be

 Friends forever
 Face whatever
 Friends forever
 We're never gonna be apart

 You and me we are so oddly the same
 The way we think, the way we play
 Right from the start, so off the chart, about this thing
 But we didn't know at first that we were making

 Friends forever
 Bond together
 Friends forever
 We'll always be there

 Oh yes there also can be times that get rough
 And all that can be said is "sorry"
 That we were wrong and said some meaningless stuff
 And we'll go on together through any nasty weather

 Friends forever
 Bond together"

(This is a slightly edited version of the song lyrics, Friends Forever, by
Puffy Mni Yumi from the movie Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed)

I have no idea what the music sounds like, they sure don't know, that goes
with these lyrics, never heard it or seen the sheets but as a poem it
worked for me.  It worked for Eva as I think she approved it.  It sure
worked for our Friends Forever, said in any language, even ASL.

The official video would have the taking off and landing edited in, getting
organized and so on.  The quick version was just the ceremony and was
followed by a group of Apollo's stills.  This would be shown later at the
party along with the video from the Bern party and who knows what else.
Then it struck me, it was Apollo's turn and nothing, I mean nothing even
remotely suspicious had even be hinted at.

The ladies went to change after another round of photographs.  This time
using mostly film and Trevor joining Apollo on the team.

I wanted to take advantage of the brake in action for a little TLC, Eva was
in no mood for that.

"Jason, you naughty boy," giggle-giggle, "now is not the time for that."
She was saying while pushing my probing hands from her body.

I left to find the boys, they were in the music room.  I was promptly told
to bug off, my talents were not required.

I wound up with Klass, Mr. Heit and several other older men in the Library.
While preparations were underway I became aware of several helicopters
coming and going.  No one would let me investigate, Klass just handing me
another cognac telling me to sit.  Soon food arrived.  This room has no
windows that look out onto anything, only sky lights.

The young children had been pressed into delivering things like food and
running earns.  Klass was assuring me everything would be perfect.  If our
associates could manage multimillion dollar enterprises they were more then
capable of a simple wedding party.  Ok, his logic was sound and he was sure
relaxed.  I just hate this sitting and waiting.  That is one thing I just
have never been very good at.  I don't like not being in on the action and
in the center of the maelstrom.  Ziggy was calling over the intercom
different people to different rooms or places.  I was eventually left
alone.  I think this was one of those anticipation being greater then
anticipation things.

Ziggy called me to join Eva by the front door.  That's when I saw them.
Apollo's handy work now adorned every public room in the place.  I'll bet
our bedroom too but those will not be for public viewing.  They were
pictures of me and Eva as we were growing up and taken over the last few
years.  Most of the adult aged shots were not pornographic but close.  Many
had little sayings or big kissing lips in some place or another.

We were told to enter the big tent when the music started.  I was not sure
what it was to be but Eva did not seem worried, she just hung on my arm in
the warm October sun.

The drums started follow by the brass with a series of notes in a
"bump-tee, bump-tee .....  for about two bars and by the time we got the
door open and entered the huge tent the first notes of Freddie Mercury's We
Are the Champions played by the trumpet and trombone came up, followed by
the base, keyboard and all.  Fortunately no one was singing, they sure
didn't sound like Cream either but that's fine..  The arrangement was
something between the Canadian Brass and the Ventures, at least not cheese,
like James Last.

Both Conrad, a young boy from the Anderson group and Eric were on drum
sets, Richard and Tom Anderson on brass, Peter and Stan on strings, Zig and
Drew on guitar along with, no it couldn't be, but is was, Brian Adams also
on guitar and Michael Kasehammer on my piano.  Geoff and David on
keyboards, Trevor on base.  Wilson, Eddy, Alex and Sam were on the stage.
Everyone was standing and giving us a big round.  Jonas and Shelley met us
at the door and escorted us down the center of the hall across the dance
floor and to the stage.

Sam and Alex were obviously being masters of ceremony and off to the side
were Alexandria, Judy, Linda and Veronica, I take it as additional singers.
We reached the stage and were seated on one side, in two of the throne like
chairs.  Shelley and Jonas joined the singers.  Klass and Mr. Heit boomed a
toast to the bride and her groom.  Everyone immediately produced a glass of
Champagne.  Glasses were then produced for us and we toasted our friends.

"Welcome to the celebration," Sam said.

Much noise, shouting and clapping.

"As you all know the ceremony was held on top of Chinamen's Peak in
Canmore," Sam stated.

"That's that little town just outside Banff Park, for those of you who
didn't know.  Canmore is a famous place Sam," Alex said.

"Oh, and why is that Alex," Sam retorted?

"It has received much Royal attention over the years," Alex informed.

"Has the Queen visited often," Sam asked, not specifying which Queen?

"Hi, I'm Mike from Canmore," Alex said.  He did a creditable impression of
John Morgan's character.

"Oh, the Royal Canadian Air Farce, Farce du Canada," Sam replied.

"Hum I wonder if this will turn into a farce," I thought?

(Author's note: John Morgen who played the part of Mike and many others on
the CBC radio and television programs "RCAF", died November 15, 2004, he
was one of the funniest humans, your not so humble author, has ever
encountered.  The Air Farce began in 1969, the year your author emigratged
from the US to Canada.  His often naughty and always satirical humor is
lost to us but never forgotten and those rembering thoughts shall always
bring a smile to our faces.)

"In all seriousness, we should get this program on the road, so to speak.
Since Jason and Eva forbad all friends and family from giving them any
gifts," Alex said.

"Not unlike you," pointing to the audience, "The brothers decided they
should honor that request, well kind of honor it anyway, just the way Jason
and Eva would honor a similar request made by them," Sam added.

I got that sinking feeling and Eva squeezed my hand.

"This program tonight is our gift to you Mr. and Mrs. Adonis.  You may
think you are a couple that already has everything and need nothing.  It
took Ziggy and Drew all of a weeks worth of brain pain to realize there was
one thing you could only have after, never in advance," Alex said.

"That would be the memories of our little show.  To that end we," pointing
at the assembly on the stage, "with the help of two big name personalities,
Mr. Michael Kasehammer and Mr. Brian Adams."  They each stood and were
recognized by much recognition.  "We have planned an afternoon and evening
of entertainment and good fun," Sam announced.

"Sam you and Alex have said enough, now introduce the real entertainment
and as you said get this show on the road," Wilson interrupted to much
laughter.

"Somebody should remind that kid who his guradians are" Sam quipped.  That
got even more laughter.  (Sam and Judy Kirk along with Alex and Alexandera
Roe are Wilson's guradians.)

Kasehammer struck up "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy", the singers all joined,
mostly the ladies and sopranos.  Shelley and Jonas were signing right along
with them.  Andrew Sisters, eat your hearts out.  It went from there.
After a set of about 5 songs.  They showed the video of the ceremony and
played another set.  Sam and Alex had some back and forth routine between
each song.  Brain performed a number of his songs and Michael several
extended piano pieces.

One of the highlights was my brother's rendition of Billi Jole's, "It's
Still Rock N' Roll to Me".  Everyone sang back up as Ziggy and Brian did a
duet, the drummers did a little jazz style work in the middle and
Kasehammer did a great job on the piano, it probably took six or seven
minutes to sing this four minute song.

No, I'm not going to describe the whole thing in any kind of detail.  The
evening was as advertised, memorable.  It was obvious the two professionals
had a good time performing with the amateurs and the two young boy
sopranos.

Over dinner we had a chance to chat with Adams.  He told me at first he
wanted to reject the invitation but when he saw the tape of the Bern party
and how well the boys performed his music, he was almost convinced but when
he saw the little performance of Jonas and I, he was convinced.

He and Michael were also more than pleased with how we did "Depend On Me"
which Jonas and I did with Eva and Shelley, while Brian and Michael
provided the music.  He told Jonas that he was glad he didn't sing in
voice, otherwise Jonas' version of his love songs would out sell his.
Jonas was so proud the kid beamed like a becon.  I think Brian meant it
too.  He also thanked us for the good time.  I understood he rearly
performs any other music then his own.

Both he and Michael were glad to have worked with Eddy and Wilson, as well.
I made sure to invite both of them back as guests, not performers and Eva
made sure they understood how welcome they would be anytime they were in
Calgary.

The Abitsfords and Samples were blown away by Shelley and Jonas'
performances.  They were justifiably proud of their children, hell we are
all proud of them.  The sincerity on their faces when singing to each other
was overwhelming.  Wilson and Eddy were their usual devastating selves.
Wilson, is a showman from the word go.  I have never seen anyone who liked
the spotlight more then he does although, Jonas runs a close second.

By Sunday afternoon almost everyone but the Heits and Johnsons had headed
home and the under 14 group was down to three, our nieces and David and
another 5 young Johnsons the under 12 types.  Helga was missing her
grandchildren already and concentrated her attention on spoiling the
remaining children.  David and the nieces were most intrigued by the horses
and David made sure all three got lots of trail time.  I think he too was
interested in riding.

Just before the evening BBQ, Drew and Sandra came up to us and wispered
they had a suprise for us.  It is a wedding present.  I was about to go
bulistic.

"Sandra and I are, uh were, nominated to brake the news to my man and her
woman.  We figured you could not possible be angree with us, now could
you?"

Well that answered one question I had, about my Eva.  In fact it answered
several.

"Ok, I figured you people would do something like this, but."

"No but's dear."

We sat down while Klass and Mr. Heit brought in all kinds of packages and
started setting stuff up.  I don't know why I was surprised but I was.  Eva
did not seem to be.  I think the hint should have been the knowledge that
both Brian and Michale refused their fees, insisting that the money be
donated to setting up a music program for underprivlidged children in
Calgary.  Dane and Frans each adding substantially to it as well.

Mr. Heit presented us, well the Flying H, with some highly prised and
valuable bull semen from his farm.  It was in the spirit and not directed
toward our persons.  He presented a large photograph of the bull and the
documents.  I guess the semen is in some special kind of freezor at the
vet's.  Klass then positioned a number of large phothgraphs of a vinyard in
the Okonogan region of British Columbia.

"Jason and Eva we have purchased this vinyard.  It will be called the Eva
and Jason Adonis Chateau."

He went on for a bit about how good wines from this area are.  How grapes
from our Europiean vinyards will be added including some vines from Nicky
Oppenheimer's South Africian estates.  I could see from the glint in Drew's
eye that he had someting to do with that.  I was speachless.  Oh, we both
thanked our famlies profussley but I was unable to do more then that.
Helga got the subject changed by noting this was the first time in my 28
years that I was at a loss for words.

Everyone else honored our request and so did my brothers.  We were given a
massive list of bequests to museums, childerns charties and art galeries
all over the world.  One of the largest was from the Johnsons to the
Milwaukee County Museum, to support childrens education programs.  Apollo's
Flying Circus had donated a large body of his unpublished work of the kids,
at the Stampede for instance, to the Glenbow Museum in Calgary.

Klass had also passed on to me some of my grandfather's personal effects,
cufflinks and the like and Eva was given some small tokens from her
faturnal grandmother.  This kind of thing is traditional and excempt from
our rules.  I knew that Klass had a small hord of grandfather's stuff and
would dole it out to each of the brothers at the appropiate time.

I have no idea, not quite ture, I do have an idea but I was never told just
how much this all cost.  Without the vineyard, just add a few more zeors to
what ever a normal big expensive wedding would cost.  As to the vineyard I
can only speculate but vineyards are not cheep to buy and unless you are
selling lots of product, expensive to operate.

At one point I overheard Sandra's father telling Klass he hoped Sandar and
Drew would be more modest if it went that far.  Klass just looked at him
then said something about 1 down and 8 more to go but each would be as
unique as the couple is.

Later that week Leanne's article complete with a picture of us on the
mountain was published.  I thought she did a good job of it.  Mostly she
described the ladies dresses and the romantic cirsumstances that brought us
to the mountain top to begain with; the wedding party and that readers
would remember Jonas and Shelley, the Friends Forever, from their apperance
at the stamped.  How well dressed I was, her ring and the custom jewlery
from our family diamond house.  The food and entertainment at the
reception.  That our guests were international in nature.  She described
the huge wedding cake that had been prepared by a specilty shop in
Edmonton, naming the place, pointing out they ship cakes right around the
world, and lots of things like that.

Leanne went on to explain a bit about our request for no gifts and
suggested the idea of making meaingful charatabale domatins on behalf of
the couple instead, should become a trend in Calgary.  In fact our affair
got one and a quarter pages.  At the end she added a personal note saying
she had attended as the guset of a family friend but was overwhelmed by the
extent of our hospatility and thanked us for making this article possible.

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

Between the demands of university and my insistance that they all work,
social contact with my brothers and my wife are, shell we say, limited.
Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with David, the only one who seems
to have free time.  I miss my almost constant sexual contact my persona
seems to crave.  Drew is the only one that can travel with us now but that
is still only once ever six or eight weeks.  I am not complaining, well not
in the real sense of a complaint.  Eva is ready, able and willing to fuck
my brains out at bedtime.  My brothers will drop their pants any time they
are physicaly available.  It is those long slow love making times I need.
Shit, if all I want to do is get off my hand can manage that.  Finding Drew
alone is his room at eight pm on a Friday night was just a bit surprising.
What was even more surprising were his red eyes and obvious dried tears on
his cheeks.

I remember being 15 and some and I remember how emotional things would
sometimes be.  I could work myself up into an emotional frenzie over what
usually truned out to be nothing.  Now I had better remember how to be that
supportive big brother.  It is probably no big deal but to him it will be.
I sat on his bed and proped myself up against the headboard, letting my
slippers fall to the floor.  Placing my right hand on his sholder I asked
the logical question.  "Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Ok, want to talk about anything?"

"Not really."

"Want to fuck?"

Now that question got his attention.  Of course he wants to fuck all
fifteen year old boys want to fuck.  He rose up a bit and nodded.  Not only
do all boys want to fuck all the time or most of it anyway, when a boy's
man askes the question he has only one logical responce.  I moved my hand
along his back and let it rest on his small rounded butt.  I bent over and
kissed the back of his neck.  He flipped over presenting his tear stained
cheeks.  I began kissing and licking the tears away.  I know males process
things differently then females.  Boys need to do stuff like move or walk
or fuck.  They need to be actice while they process emotional or feeling
kind of stuff.  Once processed they can talk about it.

I smiled down at him and placed my cock at the opening of his ass. I pushed
in, my cockhead speared its way through his sphincter.  I felt the muscle
expand and stretch to accept me, and then close tightly around my head.  I
slowly and deliberately fed my long cock into his tight ass, stretching it
open.  I pushed Drew's legs up to his chest and raised myself up over him,
folding him in half.  I started to fuck him, moving my cock in and out of
his anus, stretching it open.

He groaned continuously, squeezing his ass muscles around my invading
penis, using his ass and legs to pull me deeper inside of him.  His eyes
rolled back into his head, which he tossed back and forth as I fucked him
deeply. "Oh God, Jason," he mumbled.

I kept on driving my thick shaft into him, repeatedly sliding my cock back
and forth over his prostate.  I thrust my hips, pulling out until just the
head of my cock remained, then shoving it back in until my testicles rested
heavily against his smooth ass.

I could tell that he was about to come, so I gave one last thrust into him
and held it, my cock pressing tightly on his prostate.  I started rotating
my hips, grinding down on his prostate.  He gasped.  I watched as his cock
twitched and his balls tightened.  He groaned and unloaded, thrusting his
body against mine; a stream of ejaculate erupted from his swollen cockhead
and landed on his chest.  A few more shots followed.  His ass twitched
around my cock with each shot.  I started fucking him again.

He lay beneath me, his softening cock bouncing as I continued my assault on
his ass.  I stared at his face, drinking in the pleasure that rediated from
my boy lover.  I started fucking harder, pounding my cock into his ass.  I
felt my balls tighten.  "Oh fuck ya," I groaned, collapsing on top of him.

He only whimpered in response, grabbing onto me tightly.  I started
comming; filling my condom as I fucked him.  My cock swelled in his ass
with each shot, throbbing.

We lay together for some time my deflated penis slid out, froced out by its
host.

"That was awesome," Drew muttered, getting up on his knees to face me.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it," I said, touching his cheek.

I kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and pressing our
bodies together.  I could feel my sticky cum on his chest and taste some on
his lips.

We lay in each others arms kissing and petting.  He was relaxed and
breathing easily.  This man and his boy had just shared something
beautiful.  I wanted him in my ass too but not tonight.  He need to talk
more than fuck.

"I was just feeling sorry for myself that's all.  Sandra has not been
answering my e-mails or phone calls for the last day.  I guess, oh I don't
know what I guess.  I thought maybe she didn't want me any more that maybe
nobody wants me..."

"You know the truth now don't you?"

"I know my man will always love me and want me"

"I guess we should get dressed."  I said just as the chat bell rang on his
computer.

It was Sandra.  Drew's face brightened right up as he flipped off the bed
and sat naked before his computer talking his his lady.  In fact they
activeated their web cam's, she to was naked.  Drew typed as I dressed in
the shadows out of the camera's view.  Now it does not take me long to
dress but by the time I left his room he was fondling himself to another
erection.  Ah live internet chat sex, now why haden't I thought about that
myself.  Hum, well I'm not into that stuff but I guess when your 15 and
your lover is so far away ... I can sure understand the attraction.

Some other brother would fill my ass for me.

End to book One

I sincerely hope you readers enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed
writing it. I was never sure just how well this large cast would work out
or if I had the skills to bring it off.  I trust my efforts were
acceptable.  Each of my stories are different.  In a number characters are
borrowed between them.  An example is the photographer Apollo, he is the
main protagonist in another story I have not yet published but needing one
I simply borrowed him and his crew.

My other stories on Nifty are: Arden (ongoing) and Red (now finished)
(nifty-bimale-adult-youth), Value of Love, Chinook, Paidi Nisi, Of Man and
Boy, nifty-gay male-adult-youth.

I will be posting a new story to replace Jason Adonis about one week after
this last chapter appears.

Thank you for reading my stories.  I know it is not always easy as they
often suffer from the lack of an editor.  Reader comments are always
welcome and I believe have been beneficial. Thank you again and keep
reading.