Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 21:04:19 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 21

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

I should remind readers that this story contains intergenerational sex
between males, that is graphically described.  If this is against the law
for you to read it you will need to do what you believe is the right thing.
If you are offended by such things do not read the last part of the
chapter.

21: Complexities of Life

"You didn't," I exclaimed!

"Dam right I did, here are the pictures."  Brad broadcast a video tape Bob
had made.  It showed Brad confronting our mystery man and then demanding to
know why he was stalking Shelley.  The man denied it Brad waved photos of
him in Spokane, Chicago, Milwaukee and so on.  He denied stalking Shelley
again so Brad hauled off and cold coked him, flattened the guy with one
solid left hook.  Jonas thought this was great fun he was jumping up and
down his little cock flopping in the breeze.  That's when I made him go and
put his new shorts on.  We didn't need our web cam broadcasting his
nakedness.

"I guess you did.  If he wasn't stalking Shelley and Jonas who was he
stalking," I asked.

"He claimed to be following, not stalking Margaret and Veronica.  The
police have backed up his story, so you were right, it was one of us not
the kids.  However, without a PI license he was stalking," Brad said.

"Ya, great but that does not make it any less upsetting," I replied.

"He was following us to try and learn something about us," Veronica added.

"It has to do with the stories about corporate fraud we have been working
on for Jason," Margaret informed.

"You two have been working on that for some time now, Margaret longer than
Veronica," I noted.

"I guess someone from the company leaked that we have been interviewing for
a story.  They still don't know how we twigged onto it or that we have some
PPI people on the inside, gathering information," Margaret said.

"Who is that fellow anyway," I asked?

"He is a middle management accounting type who was told to find out who we
were, who our sources are and if possible anything they could use to
discredit us and of course who we were working for," Veronica said.

"Did you call Jason and Milton, Brad," I asked.

"I called my dad, your parents, Sanders, Abitsford's and now you.  Margaret
called Jason and the PPI people called the FBI, SEC and the RCMP," Brad
answered.

"Did anyone tell Stuhec," I asked?

"I know all about it, was standing right behind Bob when it happened,"
Stuhec answered.

"Now don't worry about us we have it all under control and I will be able
to get some good publicity out of it.  This fellow is so shaken up that the
police figure he will gladly talk to the SEC if we back off on the stalking
bit," Margaret added.

"Rupert should be knocking on your door any minute now.  I figure Jason is
still on the phone to him," Bob was signing.

Except for him, I was trying to translate for Jonas as well as talk myself.
As if right on cue the doorbell rang, I sent Jonas to answer it.  Rupert
joined us with Jonas hanging on the poor old fellow.  I guess being in the
grandfather mode he didn't seem to mind.  We talked a bit more joking and
informing each other about our activities.  Jonas has his modeling shoot in
the morning and on Thursday we leave for Calgary.  They will join us as the
kids are to be in the Stampede Parade on Friday morning.

We adults finished up and Shelley and Jonas took over holding a long
conversation.  I invited Rupert to have a drink in the kitchen.  He looked
over at Jonas and the computer smiled and got up.

"They must miss each other a lot, you don't need to know ASL to understand
that much," he said as we left the living room.

I nodded my agreement.

"Have you people thought about how those two are going to readjust or if
they can readjust to being just ordinary kids in the fall," Rupert asked?

"We thought it would be simple but now I not so sure," I answered.

"You realize that if his shoot goes well tomorrow, by this time next year
Jonas will be making more money then his parents.  And even an old legal
beagle like me can see Shelley will do as well or better.  You have opened
Pandora's box and like her you can't stuff much back in," Rupert said.

"Are you sure you don't know my dad?"

"I'm sure, but I will in a few days.  Us old timers all sound the same, is
this the first time you noticed that?"

"No, he always uses old Greek myths to illustrate his points that's all."

"I think you need to give it some thought.  I also think you need to give
some thought to you and Veronica, Jonas tells me you two are getting
married."

"He did!  I haven't asked her yet ... hum but I think she thinks we are.  I
told Jonas she hasn't asked me yet..."

"Son, when a man and woman share a bed for more then a few months most
woman figure it is, well permanent and when they start talking about having
children well you get the picture."

 How did Jonas know that?  The little bugger reads lips a bit better than
he lets on I'll bet.

"Now I'm not supposed to tell you this but I figure you need to know.  When
you go to Amsterdam this summer Jason will be taking you on a tour of his
family business and you know what that is.  He has already asked his people
to design four very fancy and unique engagement rings."

"Four?"

"Yes: Veronica, Linda, Margaret and one unnamed lady.  I think the unnamed
person is his lady, I do not know for sure.  I know what I know, having
inadvertently seen his personal purchase order pass through the Chicago
office. "

"I know he is fond of little surprises, so am I but that's not part of the
game.  He knows, the unwritten rules.  It's called Tort in legal terms,
isn't it?"  Rupert nodded in agreement.

"Apollo, this is not part of your game, Jason would never do that.  For
Jason, playing your little pranks on each other is to important, it's one
kindred spirit's expression of respect and friendship to another.  In this
case he is just being Jason, a hopeless romantic.  I know he puts up this
big front about being the tough rational man of action and business but
inside he is hopeless.  He still fancies himself as a true renaissance man,
competent and knowledgeable in everything.  So was his mother a romantic,
he comes by it honestly.  His uncle Klass is just as bad.  He has never
been able to say no to anything Jason wants, and I mean never.  He could
never say no to his brother either.  I have known that family since
university, in fact, I was one of his parent's groomsmen and LIz was a
bridesmaid.

Jason sees all the qualities you and the others display, ones he so highly
values.  He sees talent but beyond that the loyalty, caring and love you
have for each other and most of all he sees the love you all have for those
children.  This is just his way of sharing in that love and well helping it
along.  I am telling you this because I don't want you to feel that he is
trying to control your life or force you in some direction, that is not his
intention.  My judgment tells me you would react forcefully if you thought
that was the intent, by the way so would Jason.  Neither of you have a
corner on the stubborn and obstinate markets.  In the final analysis you
two are very much alike, from my relatively neutral point of view, more
alike than twins."

"Well, I'm just, just at a loss for words, I will keep your confidence of
course and I appreciate your giving me the heads up."

"Good, now I think you three couples should all have good marriage
contracts, I'll use the same format I developed for Alex's and Sam's, now
give me two dollars, I already have your retainer."

Jonas came mopping in at that point.  Rupert extended his arm engulfing
him.

"Miss your friend don't you?"  Jonas nodded.

"She misses you too?"  Jonas nodded again.

"You get to be together again, in just two days, it's not like Alex and
Alexandria who went to different schools all one winter, she in Chicago, he
in Madison."

 Jonas began to smile as my signing began to sink in.  Rupert looked at his
watch and told Jonas that Liz would be just about ready to pull a fresh
batch of cookies from the oven if he hurried he could help eat them.  The
kid was off for the elevators like a rocket.  That did not need to sign.
Lip reading skills are different for every person, Jonas seems to pick up
on key words that are important to a boy: cookies, help, eat, food and
anything to do with sex or sports.

"At lest we know he still has his ten year old priorities in the right
order," Rupert quipped.

"Yes, I think he still does."

We talked about a lot of other things, business stuff mostly.  By the time
we headed up to his condo, I wanted some cookies too, I'm still a boy at
heart; I was beginning to formulate a plan.  Oh, yes the plan.
...................

I awoke the next morning to the sensation of a warm, wet mouth working its
way up and down my semi-hard penis.  I opened my eyes and found Jonas bent
over my body wrapping his pink lips around my flesh.  I don't know who else
I was expecting, since Jonas and I were alone in the condo.

He licked his way from my testicles, up the rapidly expanding shaft to the
tip.  His tongue lightly tickled the swelling head.  He sure learned how
and what to do when it comes to pleasing his man.

"Well, good morning to you, too," I said, pushing Jonas' head away from my
crotch.  "I think that you have some work to do."

Jonas grinned at me and bent down again.  Jonas wrapped his lips around my
growing cock and took me into his mouth.  He was also lying on his side.  I
placed my right hand on the back of Jonas' head urging him to take me all
the way.  I knew that he could do it; I had proven that the night before.
He gagged, but I didn't remove my hand, instead running my fingers through
his hair and applying gentle pressure to the back of his head, encouraging
him to continue sucking.  I heard him breathe deeply through his nose and
felt my cock head slide into this tight throat.

Jonas slowly and deliberately swallowed my cock, taking me completely into
his mouth.  I felt my cock head throbbing at the back of his throat and
felt him breathe deeply through his nose.  He held his breath and went
down, swallowing every inch.  His throat closed in tightly on my cock.  I
slowly moved around in the sixty-nine position.

Pulling Jonas closer, I began to suck on his small testicles, kissing and
licking each.  I sucked the smooth sac into my mouth, gently nibbling on it
before letting it go to allow.  I opened his thighs and slid my head
between them.  I pulled him even closer, contorting my body and straining
my neck to reach his ass.  I parted his smooth cheeks and began kissing his
tight hole, covering it with my lips.  I slid my tongue between my lips and
touched the tip to his ass; his body shuddered.  I traced the perimeter of
his ass with the tip of my tongue before sliding it into him.  I slid my
tongue out and then pushed it back in, tongue fucking his anus.

Disengaging my face from Jonas' ass and my cock from Jonas' face, I sat up.
I grabbed Jonas by his leg and pulled him to the edge of the bed, and then,
pushing his legs up into the air, I knelt between them.  I was rimming
Jonas again, eagerly licking my tongue up and down the smooth crack of his
tight, ass.  I kissed his hole, covering the entrance with my lips again
and sliding my tongue inside.

I poked gently at his asshole with my right index finger while I continued
sliding my tongue in and out of it.  Then, I alternated, sliding my tongue
an inch or so inside his hole, and then replacing it with my finger.  After
several minutes of lubing his ass with my spit, I removed my tongue
entirely and gently tried to work two fingers into his hole.  I felt his
body tense when I touched the tips to his sphincter.  I rubbed the fingers
around the edge of his hole, tickling it, and then pushed in.  Getting the
lube tube again I squirted some into him and slicked up my fingers.  I
watched his hole open around my fingers as inch by inch they disappeared
inside him.  I twisted my fingers around in his ass, stretching the walls
of it to prepare him for my man sized cock and seeking his prostate.  Jonas
liked this ass attention as much as anything else he had been trained to
do.  I found his trigger, and his movements jammed his ass down on my
fingers, pushing the tips of them hard against his prostate.

"That's it, Jonas," I said, to him. "Fuck yourself on my fingers; open that
ass for me," although he couldn't see my lips or never got that message
verbally, that is.  After a few minutes, I reached up and placed my hand on
his hip to slow his thrusts.  I slid my fingers out of his hole, noticing
how red and open it already was.

Pressing three fingers against his hole, I applied pressure, coaxing his
hole open again.  I leaned forward and licked his hole and my fingertips a
couple of times, trying to relax his ass muscles.  It opened slowly,
stretching to take my three thick fingers inside.

My tongue tingled and in a few seconds I felt that feeling of euphoria I
had felt before.  This lube is special for sure.  I had better use it with
great care.

I continued my finger assault on Jonas' ass, forcing his hole wide open and
filling it with my fingers.  I again found his prostate, which elicited a
long, low rumble from Jonas' throat.  Finally, I began finger-fucking him,
sliding my fingers in and out of his hole, shoving the tips over his
prostate and then pulling them out.  He started thrusting his hips,
tightening his hole around my fingers.  I twisted them around, shoving them
hard and deep into his ass, preparing my boy for his man's cock.

He started groaning loudly now, fucking his ass on my digits.  He was
experiencing his second orgasm of the morning.  They may be dry but they
were sure intense.

I reached for another tube and smeared the slick thick gel on my now
absolutely rock hard and aching penis.  Jonas did not like the void in his
hollow but he knew it was only temporary.

I placed my wet, throbbing cock head at the entrance to Jonas' tunnel.
Holding it there, rubbing the tip around the hole, teasing Jonas with my
cock head.  Jonas' hole opened like the iris of a lens to accept me.  My
cock head slid through the barrier.  Jonas slowed his breathing, relaxing,
and I continued pushing into his ass.  I looked down at his hole, watching
his almost virgin ass stretch and gape open around me.  The muscles of his
ass twitched and massaged the shaft of my cock as I speared my way into his
guts.  Slowly I filled his ass with my cock, seeking out his prostrate
again.  Not until half halfway in, I hit it.  His rigid penis bounced up,
5" standing up in front of me, when the broad head of my penis tapped his
trigger.  He bucked his hips, arching his back with his head thrown back
and his eyes closed.  I eased back, sliding out of Jonas' ass, and then
pushed forward.

I fucked Jonas feeding only about half of my cock into his ass on each
thrust, but making sure that I jabbed the head of my prong over his
prostate again and again, causing him to writhe under me. He moaned
continuously, and after a few minutes of my cock's constant attention to
his ass, Jonas began to respond even more eagerly, thrusting his hips up
and squeezing his tight ass around my penis.

I started fucking Jonas deeper, feeding more of my dick into his hole until
finally every bit of my 8" rod was buried in his ass testicles rested on
his smooth ass cheeks.  I remained still, leaving my cock inside him.

I was thrusting gently, now, rotating my hips, my my balls rubbing again
and again against his ass.  I pressed down on his thighs, spreading his
legs further open in front of me, which resulted in his ass closing tighter
on my cock.  I slid out, watching my penis reappear from between his tight
buns.

I moved again fucking him, pulling my cock nearly all the way out until
only the head rested between his smooth buttocks, then sliding back in,
pressing my cock to the base inside his ass; the sound of skin slapping
skin resonated in the room.  Jonas groaned, thrusting himself against me,
desperate to take as much of inside of him as he could.

Jonas' penis waved around, as Jonas fucked himself on my cock.  I had
bottomed out in his ass holding their and slowly long-dicking my lover boy.
Switching again I fucked him with short, hard strokes, barely removing my
dick from his ass, but forcing the broad shaft of it against his prostrate
again and again.  I hunched over him as I fucked, my abs pressed against
his tummy.

We slid further onto the bed, so that I was no longer standing on the
floor, but lay on top of him, his legs wrapped around my waist while I
drove into his ass.  I looked into his eyes, holding his head in my hands.
I kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips just as I slid my dick
between his cheeks.  I nibbled on his earlobe and moved my face to he could
see my lips, "How do you like me inside you?"  I emphasized my question
with a hard thrust against his pelvis, his stiff boy cock rubbing on my
abs.  Jonas' smile was so broad no other answer was required.

I continued my deep fuck of his ass, the whole time kissing him and licking
and nibbling his earlobes.  He responded by squeezing his ass on my cock
milking the shaft with his ass muscles.  He squirmed beneath me, thrusting
his hips against me, matching me thrust for thrust--me into his ass, him
against my stomach.  My body covered his; two hard bodies chest to chest,
his dick resting between the ridge of my abs, my dick plowing in and out of
his hole.  Jonas shuttered again, I felt his cock twitch against my abs.
His ass clamped down hard on my cock as he orgasmed, and I continued
fucking.  I could feel the load mounting in my cock, working its way from
the base to the swollen head.  I unloaded, filling his hole with my come.
My penis pulsed inside his once tight anus, each time sending globs of my
semen into Jonas' now well-fucked ass.  I lay on top of him, slowly fucking
my dick in and out of his hole as I ejaculated.

I gently slid my penis from Jonas' ass and climbed off of him, standing at
the edge of the bed.  Jonas was lying on the bed, his body glistening with
sweat.  His legs splayed open in front of me.

"How's your ass feel?"  I signed

"Oh just great," Jonas signed, I assumed sarcastically from his expression,
sitting up.

"How do you think it feels?  It hurts."

I laughed. "But you seemed to like it."

"It felt wonderful when you were fucking me, but as soon as you pulled
out."

"Practice, practice, practice," I said with a grin. "You'll get there."

Jonas smiled broadly and reached out to grab my cock.  Jonas' hand slid
lazily up and down my floppy penis

Jonas must have read my mind, because he let go and leaned back on the
headboard, his legs open in front of him and his boy penis standing up.

I continued my tongue assault sliding my tongue up the length of Jonas'
rigid boy cock, smearing the underside with spit.  I easily slipped two
fingers into him this time and took his cock head between his lips.  I
found his prostate and began fingering him.  I slowly impaled my face and
mouth on Jonas' cock, taking him into my mouth.

I finger-fucked him, shoving my three fingers in and out of his boy hole
over and over, jamming them down in, hard against his prostate, and then
sliding out.  Twisting them inside his ass.  I reached for the lube and
squirted some on my fingers, which I worked inside him, and then coated my
cock with it.  I signaled for Jonas to turn over.  Kneeling behind him, I
placed my swollen, cock head against his hole, which twitched around the
tip.  Jonas was on his hands and knees, I pressed my cock head back against
Jonas' ass; his ass spread open to accept my invading cock.

I groaned loudly when Jonas' ass opened and closed around me, clamping
down.  Jonas moaned as my spear hit his prostate.  I continued pushing in
until I was completely buried in his tight ass, watching his hole gape and
stretch around me.  My balls sagged heavily down between his legs.

Jonas was squeezing my dick with his ass, milking me.  I remained buried
inside him, enjoying the tight cavern of his hole. The underside of my
penis pulsed repeatedly against Jonas' prostate.  I tensed the muscles at
the base of my penis, causing it to bounce up and down inside him.

I pushed in and out of his ass, pulling all the way out and then shoving it
back in.  I fucked him with long strokes, pulling all the way out to watch
his hole gape open and wink at me, and then pushing all the way back in, I
held on to his hips and pulled back, ensuring that he got as much of me
inside him as possible.  My balls pressed tightly against his ass on each
downward thrust, slapping his smooth cheeks loudly.  I leaned over his back
and started fucking him with short, deep strokes, jack hammering my cock
into him, keeping the pressure on his prostate constant.  I wrapped my arm
under his body and around his waist to hold him in place as I fucked.

I flipped Jonas over onto this back and pushed his knees up to his chest.
I mounted him, his legs on my shoulders, and started to fuck him again with
hard, fast strokes.  Supporting my upper body on my arms and my lower body
on my toes, I plowed Jonas' ass again and again.

As I fucked, I never pulled more than a few inches from Jonas' ass, keeping
his ass full of my meat and the force of my meat on his prostate constant.
His ass began to twitch and his breathing got faster.  His leg twitched
against my shoulder,

I let his legs drop and continued fucking him, continuing my assault on his
ass and prostate.  My balls tightened.  I pressed one hand against them, my
finger snaking under them to press on my prostate.

I got off Jonas' chest and knelt next to him, "That felt awesome," he
signed.

"Fucking awesome, Thank you,", Jonas signed kissed my again and again.