Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2007 15:38:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Ch Sixty-Six

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Chapter Sixty-Six: New Horizons

"You play with me today?" Danny asked almost pleadingly as he sat in
Daniel's lap.

"I don't know," Daniel answered, teasing the boy.  "What do you want to
play?"

"I dunno," Danny mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders.  Danny didn't care
what he played; he would paly anything so long as Daniel would give him
some time and attention.  "Wanna wrestle?"

"Hmmmm, wrestle, eh?"  Daniel pretended to be in deep thought before he
answered.  "What about Ian and Ryan?  Don't you think they might be upset
if you don't play with them?"

"No," Danny answered almost instantly, "they can play too."  Danny turned
his big, expectant eyes on Daniel, working the magic only a small boy can
work.  Daniel glanced up and saw Sean coming out of the serving line with
breakfast for himself and Danny.

"You know, Danny, if I'm not mistaken, and I don't think I am, don't you
have classes this morning?"  Daniel, of course, knew that all the younger
boys had classes every morning.  Danny, looking dejected, stared at the
floor and nodded his head slowly.

"And, don't those classes last until just before lunch time?" Danny
continued to look at the floor and nodded.

"And, what do you do between classes and lunch?  Play?"  Danny shook his
head and then answered.

"Noooo," the little boy whined, "I swim with Mr. Mark and Kev'n."
Suddenly, Danny perked up. "You can swim too."  Danny jumped at the chance
to ask Daniel again to be with him; adding a little boy's angelic smile to
the pleading eyes.  Sean stood next to Daniel and Danny, and then proceeded
to one of the tables.

"I tell you what we can do, Danny.  You go with Sean and eat all your
breakfast, be good in class, and I'll come swim with you and Ryan and Ian
in your swim class.  Okay?"

Danny answered with a big smile and a hug.  When Daniel set the boy down,
Danny didn't walk over to Sean, he didn't know how to move at such a slow
speed.  He skipped over tossing his head from side to side and each little
tanned cheek bouncing along.  When he got to the table he shared his good
news with the other boys and immediately began easting his breakfast.

"Daniel, you do realize that little guy has you wrapped around his little
finger don't you?"  Rick commented with a smile.

"I know, but I also think he could just about wrap anyone he wanted to
around his little finger.  What's interesting about it is that he doesn't
realize it.  Wouldn't it be nice if life could always be as simple and
carefree as Danny thinks it is?"  The group responded with a knowing smile
and nod as they continued to consume their breakfast.

After breakfast Daniel consulted with Rick regarding accommodations for the
visitors expected for the weekend.  Both men laughed and wondered how they
had managed before getting the modulars.  They both also knew that the
activities would most likely pick up before they began to settle down
again.  Daniel's next concern was to check with Barry and Rob.

In the beginning Barry had been able to handle the ordering and management
of the mess hall.  It wasn't until Rob joined them that Barry realized how
many hours he had devoted each day to planning meals, supervising cooking
and serving, and making sure they stayed in compliance with all the health
rules.  Barry also realized at that time that some of the fun was gone.
Rob, an experienced chef that could just step in and take over some of the
responsibilities, freed up enough time so the fun and rewards returned for
Barry.

Several of the boys enjoyed helping, cooking and preparing the dining room
for meals.  How the food was cooked was only part of the meal.  The
atmosphere in which it was consumed, meant just as much.  Special care was
always taken to be sure the dining room was clean and the tables organized.
Sponsors had donated wall posters depicting the food pyramid and promoting
good nutrition.  Everyone knew the boys would most likely never read the
posters, but they helped to provide color.  Rob had brought with him
posters depicting market and restaurant scenes from other countries.

Most of the boys were too busy shoveling food into an empty, bottomless
tank that some referred to as a stomach and talking to take the time to
really appreciate the work that went into preparing each meal.  However,
there were enough boys that took the time to say 'thank you' and give an
occasional compliment to let the men know they were appreciated.  Two of
the boys in particular showed more than a passing interest in preparing and
serving the meals.  Each of the boys was talented and, unbeknownst to them,
was being watched and mentored for a future in the culinary arts, if they
chose to work in that field.

                                                 ****

Daniel entered the administration office and noticed Paul was busy on the
phone and appeared to be somewhat flustered.  Daniel proceeded to is office
to wait.  Paul soon entered with a handful of notes.

"Paul, you look flustered, my friend, what's going on?"  Daniel asked with
a smile.

"Daniel, it's a conspiracy."  Paul stated, only half-jokingly. "I checked
those messages last night before retiring, just like I do every night, and
look what we have to deal with now."  Paul finished while holding up a
fistful of message chits and then joined Daniel with a little laugh of his
own.

"Okay, Daniel, here we go; let's start with the easy ones."  Paul tried to
return to a serious tone.  "Captain Jackson called.  He and his men will be
here, but they are short three men.  The message said there was a special
event taking place over the weekend and the three men pulled extra duty.
From the way he said it, it will either be four men total or four plus the
Captain.  He didn't say how many boys would be here, but I decided that
really doesn't matter.  Their boys will bunk in with our boys, like always.

"Second message.  Father David called, he will be arriving this afternoon
with another priest, two interns, and two retired professors to talk with
you.  The Father says he and the other priest will be here for as long as
they are needed and wanted to know if there are any specific boys he needs
to speak with.  He didn't say anything about how long the other four
individuals will be here, but I'm assuming they are the four instructors
you told us about."

"That's them." Daniel answered simply.  "Two of them are college students
doing their internships in teaching.  Both have been advised by the diocese
of our facilities and the challenges.  Paul, I don't exactly recall what I
told everyone, I had too much going on.  Did I tell you that three of the
four are nudists and the fourth is a wanna-be?"

"Not that I recall." Paul smiled as he answered.  "This should get to be
very interesting.  However, while we're on the subject, have you ever
wondered why the diocese is willing to sponsor a church in a nudist
settlement?  I'm not sure why, but I always thought that was against their
teachings."  Daniel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"By the way, given when we received that message and the timing, don't be
surprised if they show up for lunch."  Paul added and then continued.
"Your mother called; of course it's about Jeremy.  It seems being a wet hen
runs in the male members of your family."  Paul joked.  "She said Arthur
wanted to come visit for part of the weekend and see how Jeremy is doing.
At the end she added that Derek's and Ted's dads wanted to come also.  She
said you needed to call her because they all had some serious concerns but
she didn't what those concerns are."

"You better locate Rick and see what kind of accommodations we have
available.  I never expected all these people.  Just think what it would be
like if the Captain was bringing down his normal crew?"  Daniel stated
half-joking and concerned.  "What about the rest of the messages?"

"A few I can take care of.  The rest are just the usual from the press and
people offering support.  Oh, and we have one call from what appears to be
England.  The message wasn't very clear but I could tell it was about the
two boys."

"Well, I guess we know where I better start don't we?  Then I'll move over
to England."

"My guess is with Mom, right?"  Daniel only smiled and nodded as he dialed
the number.

"Mom, it's me, Daniel."

"Yes, Daniel, I recognize the voice.  How are you doing honey, did you get
my message?"

"I got the message, but I'm afraid I only understood part of it.  You have
me a little concerned over the part about Derek's and Ted's dads wanting to
come?"

"Well, I can't explain that to you because they didn't explain it to me.
Arthur said it was a father-son thing and that you would understand.  I'd
suggest you speak with Arthur but he's at his office.  Daniel, Arthur
wanted me to ask you what you thought about them coming to visit this
weekend.  You know how he's getting to be about that boy but he doesn't
want to do anything that might cause trouble for him or confuse him.  Do
you understand?"

"Mom, I do, really."  Daniel dropped the kidding tone from his voice and
wanted to sound as sincere as possible.  "I understand Arthur's concern for
Jeremy and that he doesn't want to do anything to make Jeremy feel
pressured or insecure.  Mom, I can tell you this about Jeremy.  In the
short time that he has been here the boys have openly accepted him and
Jeremy has really started to open up and talk.  The priest will be here
this weekend and I'm hoping Jeremy will spend some time with Father David.
He has helped a lot of these boys accept things as they are and then move
forward.  There is one other thing Jeremy is doing this weekend, he will be
taking the educational assessment.  The boys have been working with Jeremy
to get him accustomed to the computer and we think he's ready."

"Daniel, you're making me nervous already.  Does Jeremy understand that
this is an assessment and not a test that he has to worry about passing or
failing?"

"Mom," Daniel couldn't help but laugh a little, "has anyone ever told you
that sometime you act like a doting mother?  I'm teasing, Mom, really.
Jeremy will be fine, I promise you.  Tell Arthur and the other gentlemen
that they are more than welcome to come visit.  I would suggest Saturday
afternoon; Jeremy should be through his tests by then, okay."

As Daniel tried to end the call with his mother, Mark stepped into his
office; a very naked Mark.  Daniel placed a hand over the microphone.

"Going ultra-casual these days?" Daniel asked.  Mark blushed.

"It's swimming lesson time.  I have a little five-year-old out there that
says you promised to swim with him during swim class?"

"Mom, I have to go.  I promised Danny I'd help during his swim lesson and
it's that time.  Love you."

As they walked out of the office, Daniel looked Mark up and down and then
gave him an 'I don't believe it' look.

"What?" Mark asked.  "You said it was my option to wear clothes or be naked
when I was with the boys.  It felt kind of funny being the only one with
clothes, so I joined them in the ultra-casual state as you put it.  Do you
plan on jumping in the pool fully dressed?"

Daniel stopped.  It hadn't occurred to him that he was going to be getting
into the pool with the boys.  He did tell Danny that he would swim with
him.  Daniel threw up his arms and decided it was going to be one of those
days.

                                                 ****

Sean completed his morning classes and started looking around for his
brother, Brad, but he was nowhere to be found.  Sean knew that if he could
find Patrick, he would find Brad.  He also knew that if they weren't within
the compound of the buildings, they would be in the woods.  Sean needed to
speak to his brother about some things; if not his brother, then Patrick.
Better yet, if he could just see how they did certain things, then he would
have some idea of what to do and not feel foolish.

Sean's brief session with Derek set off some urges that Sean had always
kept under control.  It was not particularly because he wanted to, but
because his brother had never given him any choice.  When they were on the
streets, Brad always threatened to beat the crap out of anyone that even
thought about trying to fool around with Sean.  The one time Sean found
someone willing to teach him things they got caught and it was all Sean
could do to make his brother calm down; Sean thought Brad was going to kill
the boy.

Having just turned twelve and in the early stages of puberty, as evidenced
by the light collection of fuzz beginning to grow just above his boyhood,
Sean felt like he was as ignorant and innocent as young Danny.  He wanted
to learn and enjoy himself and his body just like the other boys.  It was
time to have it out with Brad who could either help teach him or back off
while he learned with the other boys.  One way or the other Sean was
determined to learn how to enjoy the feelings coursing through his body
other than using his own fist and humping a mattress.

Sean strolled through the recreation area where some of the boys were
having a swimming lesson.  One of the rules was that every boy had to learn
how to swim.  Most of the boys knew how and swam often; it was mostly the
little ones that still had to learn.  Sean looked around, knowing that
Danny was supposed to be in this class.  When he didn't see him in the
pool, he looked around and laughed to himself when he spotted a very
excited Danny hopping from one foot to the next.  Sean understood Danny's
excitement when he spotted Daniel stripping.  As soon as Daniel finished
undressing, he turned and was surprised by a little five year old body
jumping in his direction.  Sean waved at the group as he walked past.

There was a small group playing some basketball, but Patrick and Brad were
not with them.  Sean continued out to the garden and then the grove, but
didn't spot his brother or Patrick.  Sean smiled, knowing they had to be in
the woods and having a good idea what they were doing.  He didn't walk far
when he heard the tell-tale sounds that some boys were out there.  When he
stopped to listen for a moment, he realized that it was more than two boys
and the voices sounded too young to be Brad and Patrick.  Sean crept along,
listening intently.  When he thought he was close to where the boys were,
he ducked down and crawled the last few yards.

Sean wasn't surprised when he saw that the sounds he heard were not made by
Brad or Patrick.  Staying low and looking through the bushes, Sean was
mesmerized by the scene before him.  Bill and John, or the Ching-Chang
twins as the boys sometimes referred to them, were playing with Ben and
Jimmy, two ten year olds.  Sean watched as one of the twins, he didn't know
which one, was on his knees face to face with Jimmy.  The twin had both
hands holding onto Jimmy's little bubble butt.  Jimmy leaned backwards and
held his head to the side.  He didn't bother trying to muffle his cries as
the twin tongued the other boy's ear.  Sean also noticed that the two of
them were slowly grinding their hips together, they were humping each
other.

When he looked at the other twin, Sean had to catch his breath.  Ben lay on
his back humping his groin into the twin's face.  Sean could see that Ben's
little piece of boyhood was in the twin's mouth.  While he watched, Sean
became excited and is own boyhood became very stiff.  Unconsciously, Sean
reached down and started playing with himself while he watched the boys.
Suddenly, the twin stuck his tongue out and began licking Ben's tight sac
while Ben's boyhood remained in its warm enclosure.  As he licked Ben's
sac, the twin reached up and used his finger to flick Ben's little nipples,
causing the boy to gasp and then giggle.

Sean knew he shouldn't watch them but he couldn't help it.  He had heard of
how talented the twins were at sex and heard stories about how they let the
older boys use their butts.  After hearing the stories, he dreamed of being
with the twins and letting them use him.  In the dream there was always one
in front and one in back and himself in the middle, in a sexual frenzy.
What a dream!  Sean was getting all worked up and started feeling guilty
for watching the boys.  He forced himself to crawl backwards and walk off.
Now, he not only wanted to find his brother, he needed to find him.

Sean looked around all the areas he heard the other boys talk about, but
neither Brad nor Patrick was there.  Frustrated, partly from the scene he
witnessed with the twins and partly from not being able to find his
brother, none of which was helped by the fact that he was still playing
with himself after crawling away from the bush, he was ready to give up and
follow plan two when he remembered the boys talking about a place down by
the river.  Sean found the path that led to the river and followed it,
quickly moving from a walk to a trot.

When Sean realized the bushes were getting thicker and the trees larger, he
knew he was near the river.  He stopped to listen, but he couldn't hear
anything.  This was his first time down here and he didn't know how far the
path would go or exactly where he was; he didn't even know if he was still
on camp property.  With his mind jumping from one thought to another he had
to force himself to concentrate.  The feelings between his legs and the
tingling sensation coursing through his body from playing with his nipples
were not helping matters.  He didn't know how much farther he walked, but
he didn't think it was very far when he heard voices.  This time he
recognized the voices and knew Brad and Patrick were nearby.  Again, as he
approached he ducked down and then crawled to the bushes for cover.

Brad and Patrick were on their knees pressed against one another.  Brad
held Patrick's butt to balance himself as he leaned back to give Patrick
full access.  Patrick sucked and nibbled on Brad's nipple.  One hand in the
small of Brad's back while the other twisted at the nipple not being
suckled.  Brad moaned with pure pleasure.  Both boys were covered in sweat.
Sean wondered if it was from the heat of the morning or from their
activities.  When Patrick moved his mouth from Brad's nipple, his hand
reached behind Brad's head and pulled the boy in for a passionate kiss.
Sean shook from both desire and fear.

If Brad caught Sean watching them, Sean knew his brother would not just be
mad, but furious.  The time Brad caught Sean trying to play with another
boy was the only time Sean had seen his brother lose his temper, he didn't
want to see that happen again.  Sean couldn't help himself, he was seeing
much more than he hoped for.  He watched as Brad spread his legs and then
lay on his back and opened his legs.  Patrick reached under his lover and
lifted his butt, settling into his own lap.  Soon, Patrick had impaled
himself and both boys took deep breaths.  Patrick moved in and out slowly,
at first.  Then the two boys gripped each others wrists and as Patrick
moved into Brad, they pulled at one another.  Sean could see their muscles
flexing and the sweat shining in the sunlight.  With each thrust Brad
begged for Patrick to go faster and harder.  Sean heard his brother
pleading with Patrick to fuck him and fuck him hard.  Patrick responded by
slamming into his lover as hard as he could.

Sean's breathing became rapid and was more like gasps.  He squeezed his boy
hood with one hand while twisting his nipples with the other.  It hurt when
he twisted his nipples, but it was a good hurt.  He felt as though he were
on fire.  He needed relief and, without realizing what he was doing,
started to moan and whimper his own pleasure.  He closed his eyes, lost in
the feelings coursing through his young body.  Feelings he had never felt
before; good feelings.  He opened his eyes occasionally to see his brother
still lying on the ground.  Patrick slammed into Brad's body so hard, it
made Brad bounce with each thrust.

Sean was beyond the point of stopping himself.  He pumped on his hard piece
of boyhood, using only the sweat from his own body as lubricant.  He
squeezed his balls like he heard other boys described while he flicked and
twisted his own nipples.  He needed relief so bad, it hurt.  He rolled onto
his side, keeping his eyes closed, and pumped away and convulsed when he
finally reached the orgasm he so badly needed.  His heart racing and his
ragged breathing made him stay on the ground to regain his bearings.  The
only thought running through his head was 'WOW!'; his only thought, that
is, until ^Å..

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"  Sean, at first startled and
then so scared he began to move backwards while still on the ground, looked
up to see Brad glaring down at him with his hands on his hip.  Sean knew
this was big trouble.

"You heard me!"' Brad yelled at his brother.  "What do you think you're
doing?  Why are you spying on us?"  Just then Patrick stepped around Brad
and saw Sean lying on the ground, his watery seed puddle in his navel and
overflowing down his side.

"Sean?" Patrick said, more in surprise, and then he looked at Brad.  "Brad,
easy man, you're scarin' the kid to death."

"I meant to." Brad retorted.  "I oughtta tan his hide.  He was spyin' on
us."

"No I wasn't, I mean, not really."  Sean tried to get out an explanation,
but couldn't help stuttering he was so scared.

"Easy, buddy, take it easy."  Patrick said as he squatted down to lift Sean
into a sitting position.  "Brad's just yellin' ta hear himself yell.  Why
are you out here, anyway?"  Sean knew that with Patrick nearby, he didn't
have to worry about his brother.  He took a few deep breaths before
answering.

"I was lookin' for you guys; Brad, actually.  I needed ta talk to 'im."

"Talk to me?  What's so damn important you couldn't wait for us ta get back
to camp.?"  Brad asked sharply.

"Brad, settle down, you're scarin' 'im.  You're also bein' a jerk." Patrick
said calmly.

"Sean,' Patrick spoke calmly, hoping to ease Sean's fears, "why did you
need to find us?  What's up?"  Sean looked at Patrick, then at his brother,
and back to Patrick.

"I can't tell ya.  The way Brad's hollerin', if I tell ya, he's really
gonna be mad."

"Well, let me ask you this much; how much did you see?"  Patrick asked.
Sean wouldn't look at this brother, but he would answer Patrick.

"Enough.  Man, Brad sure liked you pounding into his ass, didn't he?"  Sean
said, laughing as he finished.  Patrick couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, your brother can be a real bitch sometimes, in more ways than one."
Patrick laughed and could feel Sean relax.  Brad stared at the two of them.

"Now, would you like to tell us what you needed to talk about?"  Sean
hesitated and then looked at Patrick.

"Sex.  I needed ta talk to somebody about sex and I thought that . . ."

"You gotta fuckin' be kiddin'!"  Brad said in a disbelieving tone.  Sean
looked at his brother and decided he'd had enough.  With Patrick beside
him, he decided to be brave.

"Patrick's right!  You're bein' a jerk!  No, you're a dumb ass jerk!  You
just came up ta me and started yellin'.  You didn't care why I was here or
why I needed you.  You just didn't like it 'cause I saw you beggin' Patrick
to fuck your ass. And that's just what you did too. 'Oh, man, fuck me
. .fuck me . .harder . .fuck me harder . .pound my hole . .yeah . .yeah.'"
Patrick listened and watched Sean as he lay into is brother; he had to bite
his lip to keep from laughing.  "All you cared about was gettin' laid.  You
ever think 'bout somebody besides yourself?  What about me?  Ya know
somethin' else?  Mom was right.  She always said you was worse than a wet
hen 'bout protectin' me, and she was right.  I wanna grow up too.  I wanna
learn to have fun havin' sex too" Patrick sat back and listened to Sean;
this was a side of Sean he'd never seen, no one had.  "You know what else?
I ain't as sweet and innocent as you think!  I already sucked dick!  How do
ya like that.  Little brother's not a virgin anymore."

"What?  Who's?  Who made you suck their dick?  I told everybody what I'd^Å"
Brad demanded.

"I'm not tellin'!  But it's true.  I gave somebody a blow job and I did it
'cause I wanted to, nobody forced me ta do nothin'!.  How do ya like that,
huh?  You wanna tan my hide?"  Brad turned his stuck his butt out at his
brother.  "Here, tan away.  I got a idea.  Wanna be the first ta fuck it?
It's gonna happen one day.  How do ya like that?"  Brad was almost in shock
at the way Sean talked to him.  Sean never yelled at him like this and he
never used that kind of language.  Brad just stood, staring at his brother.
Patrick moved over to Sean and wrapped his arms around him and then pulled
him down to sit in his lap.

"Easy kid.  Slow down, will ya?"  Patrick was having a hard time
controlling himself; he was ready to break into hysterics.  "If anyone ever
questioned whether you two were brothers, there's no doubt about it now.
Wow!  You two share the same temper, you know that?"  Patrick then gave up
and broke into a hysterical laughing fit.  Brad looked at Patrick and
laughed with him.

"Something else you share, too.  Both of you holler like banshees just
before you pop your nut."  Patrick then laughed even harder.  Brad looked
at the two of them in disbelief, then started laughing too.

"Man, you sure told your brother off.  How long you been holding that
back?"

"A long time; he deserved it too." Sean answered, feigning a pout, but
laughing.

"How come you two have ta come out here, anyway?  The guys say you two go
at it almost every night in your room."  Sean commented.  Brad and Patrick
looked at one another, and then started laughing again.

"Sean, were you telling the truth?  Did you really blow somebody?"  Patrick
asked.  Sean blushed.

"Yeah, I did; just the other day.  It was cool, too."  Sean then looked at
his brother.  Brad looked at Sean for a minute and then took a deep
breath. The inevitable had come and there was nothing he could do to change
it.  Brad promised himself at that moment that he would still try to
protect his brother, but accept that he would grow up.  Brad knew it would
be much better if Sean felt comfortable coming to him.  Nevertheless, Brad
couldn't help but feel something was lost, while something was gained.  His
eyes began to water.

"Sean, come here little bro."  Brad held his arms out; Patrick pushed on
Sean to encourage him.  Patrick knew this was very hard for Brad.  Sean
moved over to his brother who pulled him backwards, spooning the young boy
into him.  He wrapped both arms around the boy and held him tightly.

"I promise you this: I will always try to be there for you when you need
me.  If I get upset and start acting like a jerk, just tell me.  But, also
understand I just don't want to see you go through what we did and get
hurt, okay?"  Sean put a hand to his brother's cheek and nodded.  Tears ran
down both boys' cheeks.

"Love you, Sean, always remember that.  Now, as afraid as I am to ask this,
I'll do it anyway.  What did you want to ask me?"

As Sean was about to ask, they heard the bell ringing, the lunch bell.  A
teenage boys priorities took over; food first, then talk.

"Oh, shit, it's later than I thought."  Patrick stated.  "We better get
back. We also better hope Mr. Dan'l doesn't see us.  All three of us
covered in sweat and cum that's making the dirt stick to us.  Anybody want
to explain that to him?"

"Well," Sean started, looking puzzled as he looked at both of the older
boys, "how do you get rid of it most times?"  Brad looked at his brother,
smiled and made a slurping sound.  All three boys laughed as they ran back
to camp.

                                                 ****

Daniel stayed in the pool during the swimming lesson.  At first, Danny
wanted to play more than learn how to swim.  Danny was accustomed to the
older boys letting them hold onto their neck or shoulders while they dove
underwater and took him for a ride.  Daniel gave in and let the boy ride
his back for two lengths of the pool.  Danny wanted more and he protested
because Daniel told him it was time for class.  The protests ended when
Daniel threatened to go back inside and leave Danny alone.

When the class was under way, Danny took delight in showing Daniel how he
could blow bubbles in the water and float.  Riding the older boys' backs,
Danny had also learned to hold his breath, open his eyes and swim
underwater.  He was quickly becoming a water baby.  When the class ended
all the boys were allowed to stay in the pool and play.

Jacob and Isaac came around to claim their little brothers.  Daniel decided
to stay with Danny until Sean came to get him.  Sean was always very
reliable and responsible when it came to looking after Danny.  After a few
minutes, Sean hadn't shown which caused Daniel to worry.

"Come on, little guy," Daniel said to Danny, "it's almost lunch time.  I
think we better get out of here and get you dried off."  Danny looked
around and then back to Daniel.

"Where's Sean?"

"I don't know, but he'll be here soon.  Has he ever missed getting you to
lunch?"  Danny shook his head.

Daniel lifted Danny up on the pool decking and then pulled himself out of
the water.  He used one of the towels on the table to dry Danny before
drying himself.  As he bent over to dry the boy he was startled when
someone spoke just behind him.

"Good afternoon, Daniel.  Hope we're not too late for lunch."  Daniel
turned to see Father David standing not two feet away from him.  He wasn't
alone either.

"Daniel, these are the two interns I spoke of and the two retired
professors that have volunteered to tutor the boys."  Before Daniel could
respond, they heard one young intern speak out of the side of his mouth to
the other intern.

"I thought the adults had to wear clothes; some kinda rule."  Father David
heard and couldn't help teasing Daniel.

"That's right gentlemen, Daniel has always asked that the adults keep their
clothes on.  However, this must be a casual day.  Right, Daniel?"  Daniel
blushed, but before he could answer, Danny started yelling.

"Sean!  Mr. Dan'l, there's Sean!"  Danny didn't wait for anyone to say
anything, he just ran towards his big brother.

Daniel looked over to where Danny pointed and saw Brad, Patrick and Daniel
running in from the field.  When the three boys reached the basketball
court, they slowed to a walk.  Danny, as was his custom, didn't slow down
as he neared Sean.  Sean braced himself for the full head-on impact and
caught the small boy.  Danny wrapped his arms around Sean's waist and gave
him a hug.

Before Danny could say anything, he realized something wasn't quite right.
He pulled away from Sean and felt something gooey on the side of his face.
Sean looked at Danny, not knowing what to say.  He didn't need to worry,
Danny didn't have that problem.  Wiping the goo from the side of his face
he scrunched up his nose and looked directly at Sean.

"You smell."  Patrick picked the boy up and they were thankful that they
made it to the showers before Daniel could call them over.  The boys took
turns passing under the shower and wiping each other off.  Sean made sure
Danny was clean before they stepped out of the shower.

Daniel watched the boys and smiled to himself.  The boys all had a look of
pure mischief on their faces, a look that also reflected thoughts of not
wanting to explain anything.  Daniel picked up two towels and carried them
over to the boys.  At sixteen most boys liked to think of themselves as
men, Daniel knew they were just big boys capable of getting into just as
much mischief as the younger ones.  As he handed the towels over he let the
boys grip the towels and held them steady for a moment while he gave the
boys a knowing look.

The boys fully understood Daniel's look.  They looked at each other and
began smirking as Daniel walked off.  The boys quickly dried themselves off
and then, picking up Danny, ran towards the mess hall, laughing.  The
loudest boy sound was the high pitched squeal of a five year old getting a
galloping piggy-back ride.

End Ch Sixty-Six

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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