Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 17:18:47 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Green Grow the Rushes O- Chapter 19

Green Grow the Rushes O- Chapter 19

By Eff Del

Nolitimere156@gmail.com

There is a great joy in celebrating the victories in our lives.

Celebrating our successful journey is far more important and pleasurable
than the time we've spent worrying about the potholes in the road we've
traveled.

The time we take to celebrate our little victories is far more valuable and
uplifting than every moment we've spent worrying about the problems we've
had to overcome to get there.

Celebrate your every bit of happiness!

Jack was completely confused. Of course, he had no memory of the explosion.
We tried to gently explain what had happened to him.

After listening to us, he finally looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why Dad?"

"I can't answer that son. Some things don't have answers."

I held his hand as his grief overcame him and he wept. I stroked his hair
as he cried out his confusion and his sadness and I just ached in my heart
because I wished I could do more. Being rich didn't fix everything.

Doctor Sam walked into the room and with a smile, sat down at Jack's
bedside.

"Well Jack, we met earlier but you were so groggy that I suspect you might
not remember. I'm Doctor Sam and we've been watching over you for a few
days.

It seems like you are an indestructible young man but perhaps unlucky
sometimes.

Your Dad is here so I'll just tell you both what's going on. Because your
car was armored, you've suffered very little shock trauma. You have no
broken bones and no major organ damage. Your body was pretty perforated
with bits of shrapnel in fact as I've told your father, you came pretty
close to becoming a gelding but don't worry, you're totally intact in that
area.

There are still some implanted particles that we haven't removed. We'll
want to do that in about six months. It will be a simple procedure so don't
let that cause you any stress.

So, now the bad news Jack, The explosion caused you to suffer a tympanic
membrane perforation in your left ear. That's our fancy doctor words for a
broken eardrum.

In your case, it is so severe that you've lost the hearing in your left
ear. This isn't usually a permanent thing. The membrane as a rule heals in
about four to five months.

Until then though, you have to be careful to protect your inner ear.

There will be no swimming if your head will go into the water. If you
shower, you must wear a shower cap I recommend a bath and that you have a
hand over your ear when you shampoo. Though it might be embarrassing, it
wouldn't be a bad idea if your Dad or your brother could shampoo you so
that you can concentrate on protection your left ear.

I privately cringed hoping he wouldn't say something like "Oh that's ok
Doctor, the three of us shampoo each other all of the time when we shower
together' but he was silent...he understood private family matters.

The Doctor continued;

"No soccer and nothing else that might cause trauma to the head."

"So boxing is out then?"

Doctor Sam was startled but quickly broke into a big grin.

"Yes Jack, boxing is out. You can train like using bags and other
apparatus, but no sparring and certainly no actual fights.

 You're quite the young man Jack and I'm so glad that you survived this
thing in one piece.

We're going to let you go home tomorrow especially since we know that you
have a doctor on duty right in the house.

I've seen pictures of your estate Eric. I can't imagine how wonderful it
must be. I've heard all sorts of stories about it.

It must be like living in a palace. "

I smiled.

"Well Sam, why don't you see for yourself? How about coming to dinner
tomorrow? Bring your wife or a guest.

"Thanks Eric. I accept and I will bring my wife."

"That's great. I'll see you in the morning and we'll discuss the details
when I pick up the red haired wonder here."

I tickled Jack on his ribs and he giggled as I leaned in and kissed him on
his forehead.

"Sleep well Jacamo. Tomorrow you'll be in your own bed and home with us.
I'm so grateful and I don't know how to thank John for armoring your car.
The idea of losing you is something I can't handle and it's happened twice.

Perhaps when I get you home tomorrow, I should just lock you in your room."

He looked shocked but then, thought about it for a moment and then burst
out laughing.



By the time I'd gotten back to the house, the boys were in school with Doc
Swaim. I decided to go up to the command room.

Richard was operating the desk. I smiled at him and got myself a cup of
coffee.

"Barry has had a ball on the internet today it seems that the message was
received loud and clear.  Most of the mainline websites are saying this
execution was righteous and just...something Allah would approve of Even the
more wacko sites are essentially saying that the executions were just, but
not performed per sharia law. Sounds like Allah is our kind of guy eh?"

I smiled as I sipped my coffee.

"From now on Richard, no vehicle leaves this property unless you know about
it. You are in total control. That's on every level even the work trucks
and no vehicle enters without an inspection. This estate is now a fortress
and will remain so."

"Yes, Boss."

"We did good work out there Richard. It isn't always pleasant but sometimes
we've got to be brutal to stop attacks. You're very efficient. I appreciate
you and Barry."

"Thanks Eric I'm just sorry that we didn't see the installation of that
IED. There was no hint of that in any information we had. Like the attack
on the estate last year, it was completely bizarre.

There will always be stuff like this and we have to do our best against it.
We'll extend our constant surveillance around the property extensively and
we're going to work with John to make certain that every vehicle is
armored. Actually, there are some Skuggor gadgets that we're going to add
to each car. These are just some of the things we should have done but
didn't since the last bad time. We've got to stop being placid and sadly
assume every day can be a bad time."

I shook my head.

"What a terrible heritage to leave for my boys Richard."

"It's the world we're living in boss. Your father knew that many years ago
when he let Walter form the Skuggor, otherwise I'd have a very different
job."

Diner was wonderful. Martha had made a roasted chicken with broiled
vegetables that just melted in the mouth.

I walked down the hall and said;

"I'm going to want you in my bed tonight Sean because I need to be close to
you. I'll bring you into my bed tomorrow Brian but tonight, you stay in
your room."

"Yes Dad."

I was getting used to him calling me `Dad' and wasn't certain what I was
going to do about it.

He shed his clothes slowly and as he dropped his underwear, they slid down
his smooth legs like silk instead of the cotton that they were. He turned
and smiled.

I didn't know how there could be a more beautiful boy in the entire world.

"Come and let me hold you Sean."

He quickly was in my arms and we collapsed onto the bed. We kissed as no
one had ever kissed before...or at least, so it seemed to me.

Finally, I moved my lips down his wonderful torso and eventually, my lips
wrapped around his hard young cock and I began the rite that every male
enjoys receiving and many enjoy giving.

He was young and therefore his climax came quickly.

I leaned over him and kissed his lips.

He knew what came next and he raised his knees up to his shoulders. I
grabbed the tube of lube and inserted my finger into his tight little hole.
Without speaking a word, I lubed my very erect cock and pressed it against
his little rosebud.

"OK sweetie, I'm going into you."

"Kay Dad."

I pushed against his little wall and it gave in. He grimaced as I first
penetrated but his expression soon turned to pleasure.

I began to take long slow strokes into his little bottom and the delight
grew within me. Much too soon, I erupted into him and clenched his little
body tightly against me and we lay tight and warm against each other. He
sighed deeply.

"What is it son?"

"About what happened Dad. That was horrible but it didn't bother me like it
prolyl should of."

"Sean, those men were the most evil of all creatures...far worse than the men
that attacked us that terrible night that Walter was killed. Those men at
least were trying to gain something material through their evil. The men
from the other day just wanted to hurt and kill and they didn't even care
who they hurt just so long as they hurt or killed someone."

"Yeah, I know, when they thought they'd killed Jack they were all happy and
actin like they'd done some good thing.

"They tried to pretend that they were doing this for some religion but
believe me little man, no religion teaches that actions like that are
acceptable."

"When I heard them laughing and saying that it was a good thing that they'd
killed Jack, I wanted them dead Dad. I've never had a bad thought for
anybody in the world before but, I wanted them dead."

"Sean, it is your destiny to someday become the head of the Tucker
Empire...don't worry, not for a long time yet remember that I'm a rather
young man but, as I've already told you, I've begun to begin your education
earlier than I'd hoped I needed to because the attack on Jack was a wake-up
call.

Remember this; The Tucker family are by nature the warmest most cordial
people on earth. We are great and loyal friends. Devoted to those we know
and kind to well-meaning strangers.

We are also the most horrible and frightening enemies any man or group can
possibly have if they attack us or ours. To our enemies, we show no mercy
because we can't afford to.

This bad stuff will only happen once and a while, and when it does, we have
to take care of it swiftly and decisively.

I hope I didn't scare you too much to go to sleep."

He scooted up a little higher and kissed me and in the dim light, I could
see him smile.

"Dad, I'm not scared of nothing and pretty soon, anybody that tries to hurt
us will find out there's two Tucker men they have to deal with."

I pulled him tightly against me and ran my hand down his back I bit my lip
so that the red hot tears fell silently down my cheeks.

I thought bitterly to myself; `my poor sweet little boy...what have I done to
you?'

And then, he farted and began giggling just like a twelve year old boy. I
reached down and smacked his ass and he giggled even more as he squirmed in
the bed trying to escape my tickling fingers.

Eventually, we settled down and cuddled until I could tell from his regular
breathing and not quite snoring noises, that he was asleep.

I remember thinking just before sleep over-took me, that perhaps what I was
expecting from Sean was not so terrible and not so youth destroying after
all...perhaps this was truly human nature played out upon an exceptionally
grand stage.



 Brian joined us in the shower and it was a sensuous soaping time. Many
body parts were touched and washed carefully.



"It's me tonight right?" Brian asked trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yes, Brian it's you tonight."

He smiled and his water slick ass wiggled in delight.

*****************

I arrived at the hospital in the van with John Driving and none of the boys
in tow.

After discussing Jack's recovery with Doctor Sam, I re-confirmed our
appointment for dinner and suggested that he and his wife arrive around
seven o'clock.

"We'll have a few drinks, give you a quick tour of the place and plan on
eating at around eight. Is that too late for you?"

He shook his head negatively.

"No, actually, I've cleared my entire schedule for tomorrow anticipating
that there might be some drinking involved tonight."

"Great Sam! I'm looking forward to it and I'm looking forward to meeting
your wife."

We brought Jack home and carefully placed him into his room. He was very
fragile and he looked very weak. I'd had his regular bed moved out of his
room and a hospital bed had replaced it. He needed to be on pain pills
because of the numerous mini-surgeries that he'd undergone removing his
shrapnel wounds. His entire body was traumatized due to the force of the
explosion. Everything would heal with time and rest and he would receive
both.

Beyond that, he seemed in great shape and I was glad as we welcomed him
home.

"I haven't finished this yet Jack so I want it back when you're done." I
handed him my new Nate Mentor novel. He grinned widely.

"Don't worry I'll give it back to you Dad...I'll even tell you how it ends."

"You do that and you won't get a new car." I tickled his ribs.

Through his giggles he managed to gasp;

"Stop Dad! I'm sore all over."

He lay still for a moment obviously playing something over in his mind and
finally he spoke;

"So, Bonny Blue is really gone?"

"Is that what you called it? I never knew Jack."

"Yeah, mostly to myself...John knew. I don't think even Sean knew. It was
just a silly thing; I wanted my car to have a special name because most
yours do...like `the Red Cat'... you know.

It was the greatest most special thing I've ever owned in my life and now
it's gone."

"Yeah, but thanks to John it was armored so that it saved your life. John
does these things and never thinks to mention them what a great guy."

I couldn't help it, I just started to cry and he reached up and pulled me
into a hug.

"Jack, Jack...I was so afraid I'd lost you. What would I have done if that
had happened?"

I looked down into his emerald green eyes.

"I'll bet that you wouldn't turn down a beer eh?'

"I...I don't think I'm supposed to drink alcohol when I'm taking these pain
pills."

"I'm not offering to split a bottle of scotch with you Jack. I'm offering
one nice cold beer and if anything, I'll bet it will help you to sleep."

His grin was explosive.

"I'll be right back."

I walked down to the elevator and then to my study. I grabbed a bottle of
`Sam Adams'. Since Gary and Bobby's last visit, I'd made it a point to keep
some in the fridge there. I snatched up a beer glass and headed back
upstairs.

I dramatically produced the beer bottle and poured it carefully into the
glass so that the head barely broke the edge of the glass.

"The perfect pour for the perfect boy."

"Thanks Dad. I really love you."

I patted his shoulder.

"When you're stronger, we'll go out with John and get a replacement for
`Bony Blue' but I don't want that to seem like it's happening the same time
as Sean's birthday because I want each of you guy's birthdays to be
special."

"I understand Dad. If we can, I'd like to find one exactly like her. For
me, she was the perfect car."

"Are you certain you don't want to shop around and look at other makes and
models now that you are an experienced driver Jack?"

"Nope, Bony Blue was perfect."

"OK Jack, in that case things are much simpler. We can certainly replace
your little Beemer. I'll get John on it at once."

"Really? Thanks Dad."

"Really Jack. Now, finish your beer and try to get some sleep. Dr. Sam and
his wife are coming over for dinner and if you were feeling up to it, it
would be nice if you joined us even for a little bit.

**************************

John was in the garage and I told him about my conversation with Jack.

"Smart kid that Jack." He smiled.

"Those are the last of the true BMWs I told you that when we chose the
first one. So, I'll get the dealer working on finding us a Le Mans Blue X1
36i and like I did last time, I'll have it armored before it's brought to
the estate...only this time you'll know about it." He grinned sheepishly.

"You'll never know how grateful I am that you did it last time without
telling me. If we can get this done fast enough, I'll give it to him before
Sean's birthday. I would certainly cheer him up."

"I'll get right on it Eric."

"Thanks John. How is Jenny enjoying working as Martha's Assistant?"

"She's loving it. Those two get along so well."

"Great! Let me know how you make out on the car."

I'd spoken with Martha and Daniel about the dinner for Doctor Raymond and
his wife yesterday and I'd explained that I wanted it to be spectacular
because that's what the Doctor's imagination would lead him to expect.

Joyous Gaurde was the subject of fairy tale and folk lore to most people
and really, only a relatively few people had passed through its gates. I
knew that my staff that lived off property liked to encourage the
speculation about what it was like beyond the wall. I smiled as I wondered
what those rumors and guesses would be like a few years from now when I
achieved my goal of having my entire staff living in housing on the
property which I had plans of extending significantly.

Daniel suggested we dress the servers in formal attire and perhaps bring in
a string quartet to play soft music while we ate. I giggled and told him
those were great ideas.

Martha with a twinkle in her eye suggested elaborate hors d' Oeuvres, a
four course meal  beginning with a salad followed by a soup, then a main
course...she suggested chateaubriand, and then a glorious desert.

I clapped my hand laughing because we all knew we never ate like this.

"Martha, whatever you prepare it has to be something that Jenny can finish
up in the kitchen because you must be dressed and ready to be presented as
the lady of the estate. She blushed.

Daniel, you should also join as a guest as the estate manager. Arlen can
supervise the staff."

He scowled;

"Nonsense Eric. Arlen is coming along quite well and I'm well pleased with
him but he's not yet ready to supervise something like this. No, I'll be
the butler thank you."

I nodded. I'd learned not to argue. In matters such as this Daniel almost
constantly was correct.

I considered who else to invite and as I extended the invitation I
explained the little ruse that would take place and told them I expected
them in jacket and tie.

The guest list consisted of Doc Swaim and I wondered how many times Doc
Swaim would answer to questions posed to Doctor Sam and vice versa.

Also invited were Gary and Bobby, Uncle Phil and Richard. I'd invited Barry
but he begged off with a giggle saying he could never pull it off.

Late the next morning, I'd gathered all of the boys together including
Bobby and explained what was going to happen tonight.

Sean crinkled up his nose in curiosity and asked;

"Ain't it kinda mean to be playing a joke on the Doctor that saved Jack's
life?"

"No, no Sean, it's just the opposite. There are many people who wonder what
life is like here at Joyous Gaurde and they've rather made up little
stories about what it must be like so just for tonight, that's how it's
going to be so that Doctor Raymond can tell all of his friends. After all
those years of imagining, it would be disappointing to find out that
basically, we live just like everyone else."

He thought for a minute and then smiled.

"I unnerstand Dad. It's like we're putting on a play."

"Well yes; kind of."

John took Sean and Brian to baseball practice. Arlen was needed at the
estate to help Daniel with preparations. The dining room was being prepared
to be dazzling. Daniel had one more leaf added to the table than would be
required just to make things imposing. Already wonderful smells were coming
from the kitchen and I knew that the women were actually just beginning in
there.

Daniel pulled me aside and asked;

"Eric, would you like to go down into the cellar and select the wines, or
shall I?"

"By all means you do it Daniel, if that doesn't place an extra burden on
you. I think you'd make more appropriate selections than I would. As you've
learned, I tend to drink what I like rather than what is considered proper."

"Eric, drinking wine that is to your liking is always proper. It's just
that there are some customary pairings that have become socially recognized
and I just felt that since we are putting on this grand charade for the
Doctor's benefit, we should do it with-in norms recognized by the
established standards."

Putting on my best Captain Picard, I said;

"Make it so Daniel."

He completely understood the reference and grinned broadly, as he walked
off to attend to something.

I smiled to myself thinking that `by god, I do a pretty good Patrick
Stewart imitation'."

About five o'clock, the string quartet showed up and for some reason the
lead violinist tried to present me with a long list of musical selections
for my approval.

I waved him off.

"No, no! Take that list to Daniel over there. He'll review it for you."

I watched as the timid little man approached my huge Butler who quickly
took the list and began to review it. I began to walk down the hall to the
elevator so that I could get showered and dressed but, as I was doing so I
heard Daniels voice bellowing;

"No...we'll have no Eichner! That poor man should have stuck with the flute
quartets he was at least almost competent at..."

I didn't wait to hear any more. I just smiled. Daniel was a treasure.

***********************

Sean and Brian were sitting on my bed as naked as the day they were born.
Their faces were smudged and dusty and their right hands...their throwing
hands were dirty.

They had obviously returned from baseball practice, stripped down and
decided to wait for me.

`That's the damnedest thing!' I thought to myself though I don't know why I
was surprised.

"We decided that we might as well shower together to save water Dad." Sean
smiled at me.

"Hope you didn't get my bed all messy with your dirty sweaty little
baseball boy bodies." I tried to affect a scowl but they weren't buying it.

"No problem Dad. We're sitting on towels...see?" Brian hopped down from the
bed to reveal a once white towel now covered with what appeared to be at
least a third of an infield.

I had stopped cringing even slightly when Brian called me `Dad' and I
didn't know what I was going to do about it. I just knew that right now, he
was a happy young boy and I wanted that for him because he had so much
sadness ahead of him.

I sighed in resignation, admitted it was happy resignation, and quickly
stripped down. I threw my clothes into my hamper and indicated the two
dirty towels.

"Place those carefully into the hamper guys. I don't want a pitcher's mound
on the floor of my bedroom."

For that comment, I received a genuine `Sean smile' and he giggled.

"Silly Dad."

I followed two of the most gorgeous young butts in the world into the
bathroom and we were soon lathered up and chatting under the hot water from
the multi-heads shooting in all directions.

Actually, if the truth were told, THEY were doing the chatting and I was
doing the listening.

The talk was mostly about the baseball team and the upcoming game in two
days. They talked a bit about tonight's dinner and how much fun it was
going to be.

Sean talked briefly about his upcoming birthday. I squeezed in a word and
asked him if he'd changed him mind about who he wanted to invite. He said
he was thinking about it.

"It's still almost a month away Dad."

I smiled to myself. Like a little kid, I just couldn't wait to give him his
present.

He mentioned his excitement about his flying lessons and I told him that
I'd taken the liberty of inviting his flying instructor to his birthday
party so that they could meet before his first lesson.

"What's his name Dad?"

"His name is Will Fletcher. Captain Lucas thinks very highly of him and so
do all of the other people I talked to about him. He's young...about my age
but he has tons of experience. Just as you're going to be doing, he started
flying at a very young age...long before he could legally solo in fact,
before he could take his first solo flight, he had his instrument rating as
well as his multi-engine rating. I think you two should hit it off well
Little Man."

Sean was obviously impressed. He'd been hitting the books and had gone
through the small mountain of books and manuals I had given him in
preparation for this experience so he knew how extraordinary Will
Fletcher's credentials were.

I turned the shower off and told them after they'd dried, to run off and
get dressed.

Brian lingered for a moment twisting the towel nervously.

"I-I'm still coming into your bed tonight after everything is over r-right?"

I pulled him to me and hugged him against my chest. He'd dropped the towel
as his naked body almost melted against mine.

He nuzzled his face against my chest and said in an almost whisper;

"I k-know I'm not your son, but while I'm here, I like to pretend I am. You
t-treat me like a son...like I think a real father would treat a son...like I
think MY real father would treat me if he hadn't d-died.

I see that quick look in your face sometimes when I call you `Dad' b-but
don't worry Eric. I know what's true and what's pretend. While I'm here,
please l-let me pretend."

I rubbed my hand lovingly down his back and across his two luscious globes
as I leaned down and kissed him.

"We'll talk about all this in bed tonight Brian. I've already promised you
that your life will be OK and I never break my promises. Go get dressed
now. If you need help with your tie come see me...Sean still hasn't gotten
the hang of it."

He scurried off with a smile on his face.

**************************

They were gorgeous in their blue blazers and tan twill trousers.

This party had been so spontaneous, that there hadn't been time to take
Brian to Strothers fortunately, my instincts had been correct and Jack's
outfit from last year (which he'd completely outgrown) fit young Spider
almost perfectly. His body-type was very similar to Jack's and it took very
minor alterations by my staff seamstress and he looked great.

They'd both come to me with their red ties in hand. They were so cute I
broke into a wide smile.

I took Brian first and stood him in front of the full-length mirror. I
stood behind him.

"Now Brian, there are many ways to tie a necktie but right now, we're going
to do a half-Windsor because it's easy and it looks very sharp."

I adjusted the length of the tie around his neck and then slowly explained
what I was doing as I fashioned the knot. I finished by pinching and
adjusting it. I remembered the first time I'd done this for Sean the night
of the Deer Run Swimming Team banquet. I'd been a bit surprised he didn't
know how to do this for himself and then realized that he'd grown up in a
completely different environment. I'd been tying my own necktie since I was
eight years old. For Sean, that had been the second occasion in his entire
life that he'd had reason to wear a tie...the first being the day that I'd
picked him up from the NEST. By god, that seemed like a lifetime ago! I
realized that this was one of the few occasions Brian had ever had to wear
a tie and his mother had most likely tied it for him.

"Step back Brian and look at yourself. You look wonderful."

He grinned unabashedly at his reflection and grinned spectacularly.

I motioned Sean over to the mirror.

"You're not kidding me one bit Little Man. You just don't want to learn how
to do this. One of these days I'm going to make you stand in front of the
mirror until you do it right yourself. All day if it takes that long."

He could see my smiling reflection in the mirror so he knew I was kidding.

"Aw Dad...I was readin in a magazine that neckties are goin out of fashion.
Well-dressed men are wearing beaded necklaces. You keep this stuff up and
people are gonna think that you're a geek an you're gonna drag us down with
you."

"Where did you read something as ridiculous as that?"

He couldn't hold it anymore and he broke out giggling.

"Stand still you little devil so I can adjust your knot."

There we stood in our blue blazers, red ties with blue stripes, white linen
shirts and tan twill trousers.

I wore brown Italian loafers and the boys wore their clean white
sneakers...we were a sight to behold.

"Arlen is going to check with Jack later, If he feels like it, Arlen will
bring him down. Jack's in on the `fairy tale' plot he just doesn't know if
he feels strong enough.

So my fine young gentlemen, let's go down and wait for our guests. Shall
we?"

"We shall Father." Sean quipped.

Three fine looking dudes headed toward the elevator hand in hand.

(to be continued)

Gang, I'm sorry this chapter is a bit late. I've just spent four days in
the hospital over some chemo related bullshit. I don't have a laptop
because I don't like them but if this kind of crap keeps up I may have to
get one because I couldn't type a story like this on my ipad.

Anyway, Thank you all so much for the wonderful feedback it is such a
pleasure to hear from readers and it inspires me to want to keep this story
going.

I was shocked yesterday when I realized that in about two weeks, this story
will have been going on for two years!!! I'm stunned because in many ways
it seems like I only started it a few months ago. I guess I'm going to have
to plan on a special `birthday chapter' to celebrate.

Thanks again and please continue to drop me a line