Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:41:57 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: PROFESSOR KENYON - 10

PROFESSOR KENYON - 10

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Professor Kenyon" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.  As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold
gradually.  Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 10

(Revisiting Chapter 9)

To avoid a major travelogue, let it be simply stated that they saw a
zillion of the top sights, including ....

The favorites?  It was a three-way tie between going up to the observation
deck in the World Trade Center (the view in all directions was simply
unbelievable), New York City food, and a photo shoot that Kenyon had
arranged as a birthday surprise for Brad.  It took place at one of
America's top modeling agencies, an agency that specialized in
athletic-type models.  Parenthetically, Dakota also gave the agency one of
his "favorite" votes.  As he sat on a bench in the lobby waiting for Brad,
one of the photographers walked by.  Stopping, he looked at the boy
intently before saying, "I would like to see you again in a few years.  You
are going to be a very handsome young man."  (Believe that it made Dakota's
day!)

Fortunately, this was basically a train trip.  That is, everyone was able
to sleep most of the way home!

(Concluding Our Story - Anxious Moments)

Professor Kenyon had just finished teaching a class when the Department
secretary buzzed him and transferred a call from Dakota's principal at his
Middle School.  Mrs.  Lanier wondered if Professor Kenyon might stop by her
office.  Arranging a meeting for 2:00 pm, he motioned for a student who had
been waiting for him to come into his office.  His concern about Dakota's
return to public school had to be controlled until he could work through a
wild morning.

The Professor was shown into Mrs.  Lanier's office promptly on arriving at
the school.  His concern mounted as he noticed that the Assistant
Principal, Dakota's guidance counselor, the Student Council president, and
a nervous redhead slumped into a chair had already arrived.  Mrs.  Lanier
took care of introductions and then began when everyone was seated
comfortably.  "Professor Kenyon, I don't believe you know about a new
program we have instituted throughout the District.  It's called "Citizen
of the Month".  On the theory that one day's or even one week's behavior
doesn't tell you much, we monitor behavior for an entire month.  It's very
rare that a new student is considered for this award - which, of course, is
the reason why I called and invited you to be present.  The point is that
Dakota's citizenship for the first month of school, beginning in mid August
at Orientation and lasting until the 14th of this month, has been
exemplary.  In addition to meeting all standards for personal behavior, he
has also been of great help to his peers and the faculty.  For instance, he
volunteered to serve on the Student Council's Activities Committee and gave
generously of his time before and after school to sign up interested
students for various clubs and activities.  Further, his spirit at sports
events has been so...distinctive that students in the stands insisted he
come down in front and function as a cheerleader.  Last week he was elected
Head Cheerleader.  We are very pleased to name Dakota Kenyon our first
Citizen of the Month and award him a check for fifty dollars.  Dakota, come
forward and accept your prize!"

The tall, gangling eighth grader blushed crimson, almost tripped over the
chair as he unwound himself from it, and shuffled forward in acute
embarrassment.  He received his envelope and was helped to don his Head
Cheerleader's sweater, white with red stripes around one arm and an
angry-looking groundhog pictured on the lower left pocket.  Dakota managed
to thank and shake hands with everyone concerned.  Mrs.  Lanier said she
realized that the Professor would have to get back to the University.  If,
however, he wished to spend a few minutes with his son, he was welcome to
use the small conference room next to her office.

As soon as the Professor shut the conference room door behind them, he
looked at Dakota and said, "I wonder if you know how proud I am of you -
not only that YOU behaved, but that you made a contribution to others.
Nice going, son!"  Big Red shuffled his feet and mumbled something
unintelligible.  "Do you have anything to add?"  "Yeah, Dad," responded the
youngster," I didn't do what I did because of any fifty dollars.  I didn't
even know about it until earlier this week."  The Professor nodded and
spoke, "I do have one question.  The Principal referred to you as 'Dakota
Kenyon'.  Don't you use your legal name here at school?"  Hanging his head,
his lips trembling, the boy growled that his name was "Kenyon," that I was
his father, and he didn't want anybody thinking anything else!  The
Professor stood silently for a moment before putting his hand on the
redhead's shoulder and saying, "That's what you really want, is it?"  At
that point the lanky twelve-year-old broke down and, in tears, buried his
head in the Professor's chest.  Holding him, kissing him on top of his
fiery red hair, the Professor wondered how a broken-down academic, fast
approaching middle age, could ever have been so lucky.

(Back to Lake Luck)

     Preparations

Brad was no less involved in the early days of the new University year.
(The student can choose to study during any three of the four quarters - or
in all four if he has superhuman physical and mental stamina - but New
Years in Academe always occurs late in August or early in September.)
Everyone was back - including a new Swedish exchange student who was an
accomplished gymnast.  Brad suggested that it was a good time for the men's
gymnastics team to have a cookout.  (After agreeing enthusiastically, the
team immediately chose him as the program chairperson, which gives one more
indication of the dangers of volunteering!)

There were plenty of backyards in which the event could have been held,
including his own, but he really wanted to do better.  Thus, he went to Dr.
Hall and asked if the gang might use the cabin at Lake Luck.  The good
professor was entirely open to the idea, as long as his basic rules were
observed, i.e., leave it as you left it, and replace anything used.  As a
matter of fact, he even offered to conduct an adaptation of a Native
American sweat lodge ceremony if the boys would build a simple lodge
beforehand.

A few days before the event, Brad, Phil Baker and Sandy Fowler (team
members), Bjorn Nilsson (the Swedish gymnast), and Dakota went up to the
lake to work on the lodge.  A large circular hole was dug in the sand, the
edges reinforced with large stones.  Saplings were then cut down (in areas
where their absence would actually help the growth of the remaining trees),
stripped of leaves and branches, their bases dug deeply into the soil while
the rest of the sapling was bent to be lashed together with plant ties at
the top.  A heavy rope was run around the outside of the lodge to take some
pressure off the saplings.)  The domed roof was then covered securely with
heavy canvas.  An entrance was chosen, as was a repository for hot stones.
In fact, a dozen large stones were identified when they reinforced the
lower walls of the lodge and set aside.  It was a full day's work, but when
finished, they had to admit that it looked pretty good.  Their last task
was to cut wood for the fire that would heat the stones and bundles of
branches to whip the backs of those who wanted "the full treatment."  Bjorn
became quite excited.  He kept jumping around and muttering something in
Swedish.  When he calmed down a bit and was able to use his English, he
commented that their lodge was definitely related to the Swedish bastu, the
Finnish sauna, and the Russian banya.  They had, he asserted proudly, a
real treat in store for them!  Dakota and one of the team members came
several hours early to start the file and get the stones warming.

     Colors of the Evening

Most of the boys arrived over a period of 30-40 minutes.  Coach Sam was
with them.  Though springs kept the water in the lake extremely cold, it
was a beautiful warm evening with a big moon in the sky. (Dakota was
elected an honorary member of the team and invited to stay for the entire
evening.  A BIG grin signaled his enthusiastic acceptance!)  Professors
Hall and Kenyon came together about an hour and a half into the
evening...before food was served.  The guys weren't there long before Jeff
Anders (another of the team members) spoke to Phil, the team captain,
wondering if this couldn't be a "clothing optional" affair.  The guys let
out a cheer and agreed to the idea unanimously, even though Phil reminded
everyone that "clothing optional" meant that one could keep his clothes on
as well as take them off.  Either was ok.  Not many minutes had passed
before some absolutely spectacular young athletes - beautiful, strong,
happy - were wandering around among the trees.  Coach Sam had decided to
strip down right along with his boys.  In truth, he gave away very little
to them physically.  "At least you're easy to spot," Brad called out to
Dakota as they passed.  "Why's that?"  Dakota asked.  "You're the only
hairy one in the bunch.  Dakota roared with laughter and yelled that Brad
was envious.  Bjorn, the Swedish exchange student was another sight.  Bjorn
was a couple of inches shorter than Brad and quite compact.  In truth,
however, his most outstanding features were his hair and his skin.  His
extremely light blond hair, for instance, simply glowed in the moonlight,
hair that was perfectly complemented by a pale but highly muscular body
that Brad swore would need no oil to make it glow.  Man, oh man!

The midnight green trees, the filtered, almost silver moonlight on water
and land, the large fire in which the rocks were beginning to glow with a
rosy hue, the naked young men in the very prime of their lives...the
occasional hoot of an owl.  What a magnificent picture!

     Dinner & Program

As everyone free began to play a little soccer among the trees, Brad and
his crew got the chicken cooking on the grills.  Simple but tasty was the
motto: BBQ'd chicken, potato salad, a fruit salad, French bread, soft
drinks, cookies, and coffee.  Only a few minutes before it would be ready
to serve, the two faculty members walked through the darkened trees into
the firelit circle.  The team captain explained the clothing decision -
which did seem to relieve the two men.  Nevertheless, after greeting
everyone, they went into the cabin to come back a few minutes later.  Dr.
Hall had found two full- length bearskin robes (in something less than mint
condition) that he and Kenyon had donned - with nothing on underneath.  The
good-natured reaction ran from snickering to outright belly laughs!

Dinner was a tremendous success.  (At least when they were finished, there
was nothing left save a few well gnawed bones.  Trash was immediately put
into a large sack and transferred to the back of a Jeep.  The grills were
allowed to finish and cool.)  As soon as everyone had been allowed a few
minutes to stretch, Brad and Phil began the program.  Phil greeted Bjorn
officially, welcomed him to the team, and gave him a University cap.  He
also recognized Dakota and provided him with a cap of similar design.
(Both boys were well pleased.)  Phil then turned the MC job over to his
Program Chair.  Preceding his first introduction with a few words on
Professor Hall's work in the philosophy of religion, he indicated that the
Professor would conduct an adaptation of a Native American sweat lodge
ceremony.  Dr.  Hall stood to booming cheers.

Then, indicating that the chairperson of a program had certain
prerogatives, he introduced Professor Kenyon.  Firstly, he noted his father
had received word earlier that day that his latest book had been accepted
for publication.  Secondly, he announced that this was his father's
birthday.  At that point, Dakota walked out of the cabin and over to the
fire, carrying three colorfully-wrapped presents which he presented to the
Professor, who stood to tremendous applause and cheers.  Coach Sam yelled
out, "Just know that the big package is from the team!"  Kenyon looked at
his naked shoulders (which were all that was showing) and laughed, "Thanks,
Coach.  Before the evening is over, I bet you'll be trying to steal this
bearskin in return!"  Naturally, the audience broke into loud guffaws and
more cheers.  Asking Brad if he might say a word, he raised his hand to
quiet the crowd.  He then said that he had planned to make his next comment
privately, but after this evening, he realized that the team was very much
a family.  Thus, he would tell them that he had asked both Brad and Dakota
to be his sons and that they had accepted his invitation.  Having received
their approval, he would immediately set the legal wheels in motion.  For a
moment, he stood there in the flickering firelight, his head bowed, one arm
around Brad's shoulders, the other around Dakota's.  The gang exploded with
heartfelt goodwill as the boys leaned into their dad and threw their arms
around his waist.

     The Sweat Lodge Ceremony

As soon as he could get control of his emotions, Brad brought Dr.  Hall up
front to tell the gang more about his part of the program.  "Water is
central to life," he began.  "It changes everything, even the hardest
stone.  The change that is needed tonight is turning towards each other
instead of away from one another.  If we celebrate together, we heal
together, we laugh together, we live and love together.  Tonight, I would
have you think about what the 'team' means to you - and what you mean to
the team.  Bring respect, sincerity, humility, the ability to listen and
slow down, and courage to our celebration and you will find the wisdom and
power you need to grow as an individual and as a team.

"However different from the great cathedrals and other religious buildings
you may have seen, everything you see about you is highly symbolic," Dr.
Hall continued, moving over to the nearby sweat lodge and standing beside
it.  "The interior represents the womb of Mother Earth; its darkness, human
ignorance; the hot stones, the coming of life; and the hissing steam, the
creative force of the universe being activated.  The entrance faces east,
the source of life and power, the dawning of wisdom.  The fire you see
before you that is heating the rocks is the underlying light of the world,
eternity itself.

"Let me say a few words about what you are about to see.  There were
several Indian approaches to sweat bathing, but the so-called 'hot rock
method' was the most popular among the Indians of the eastern woodlands.
The young men who build this lodge proceeded as did their Indian
forebearers.  (That's right...their ancestors.  All men are brothers!)
They drove pliant boughs or saplings into the ground and bent them over to
form a low domed framework about 4-5 feet high at the center.  They are
lashed together with plant ties at the top.  The original lodges, of
course, were covered with blankets or skins, but our tarps will do.  When
you enter the lodge, you will find a depression dug in the center to cradle
the rocks that are heated outside and brought in on forked sticks.  You
will sit around the edges of the lodge on the floor, facing the firepit.
Steam is produced by sprinkling the rocks from a straw broom with warm
water and herbs.

"And now," Hall said, "let's begin."  Walking over to the lodge, he pulled
the entrance flap up and welcomed the boys.  He held a simple tray on which
sage smoldered.  Slowly, he wafted the smoke over each boy with an eagle
feather as he entered.  As they filed in and found a place, he began
quietly chanting a simple prayer to the Great Spirit (in English).  Thunder
rolled in the distance.  "Let us take just a moment to commune with
ourselves," he intoned.  "Ask what you would like to change in yourself -
and the help you need to accomplish it.  Ask what meaning the team has for
you - and what you would like to contribute to it. And then remain silent.
After a short time, Hall strode to the entrance and lifted the flap.
Within seconds, a second bear-robe-clad figure began bringing in the heated
stones.  The boys notice that they had been thoroughly cleansed of any
smoking embers.  In their red glow, it was now possible to see dimly in the
lodge.  Hall again chanted a short prayer in English.  Then raising his
arms, he flung a mixture of warm water and herbs on the rocks.  At first,
he used a small bowl; thereafter, he dipped a small straw brush into the
water container and sprinkled it on the rocks.

A hissing noise filled the lodge that soon was filled by clouds of steam
and the light odor of herbs.  As prayers, chants, and the hissing of water
thrown on the rocks continued, the boys felt the heat and humidity
increasing.  Hall began to pass a "talking stick" around the circle.
Holding it, each participant had opportunity to speak, to pray, to ask for
guidance and forgiveness from the Creator and the people they had hurt.
Coach Sam, for instance, gloried in the fact that this particular team had
become a family, a family that helped each other and made a fine
contribution to campus life.  To give an example of one team member's
comments, the Swede stood silent for a moment and then said sadly, "I owe
you guys an apology.  Not long before I left home, I was partying with my
friends and listened to a lot of insults about Americans.  In fact, I made
some myself: raw, ignorant, filled with bullies, little regard for the
other guy, and the like.  I see now how wrong I was, and I apologize to
each of you.  I've found brothers here who will be part of my life forever.
I shall try to give you reason to think well of me."  As Bjorn finished,
there was a slight stirring.  In the faint light of the stones, we could
see that the guys next to him had their arms around him - and he around
them.

By the time that the talking stick had passed about half-way around the
circle, the heat in the lodge was getting...intense.  Further, the sweat
was absolutely pouring down our bodies in buckets!  After a couple more of
the guys had spoken, Dr.  Hall said that it was time to take a short break.
We should be a little careful when we went outside.  Some participants
became a little dizzy.  We could get rid of the sweat by rolling in the
cool sand and/or jumping off the small dock into the waters of Lake Luck.
On the way out of the lodge, one could take one of the small whisks of
leafy plants that had been prepared and use it to slap at one's body.

Guys hit the extremely cold water with a scream!  (Parenthetically,
Professors Hall and Kenyon and Coach Sam watched them like hawks, making
sure that they were safe in the water.)  Shivering, they soon climbed out,
to receive a thick towel draped around their shoulders and a swat on the
rump.  Rather quickly, the boys reentered the lodge to find that a new
supply of red-hot stones had been placed in the pit.  Strangely, the
atmosphere was even more positive than it had been earlier.  Everyone was
totally into the experience and, it can be assumed, felt extremely good
physically.  Hall began the second session (or "round") with the boys who
had not yet spoken.  He then told the company that if the heat was close to
being too much for them, they should take another break, cool off a bit,
and return.  With that, he poured a sizable amount of water and placed new
herbs on the stones.  The amount of steam was immense; the effect on the
temperature, marked!

Standing tall in the slightly reddish steam, the Professor assumed a
somewhat larger than life appearance.  He suggested that they focus on
themselves during the rest of the session, considering what they wanted to
carry away from the ceremony and asking the Creator for the help necessary
to achieve it.  Rather than prayers and talking, the time was theirs for
meditation.  Dr.  Hall signified that the session was over by flipping up
the entrance flap. Afterwards, many of the guys said that it was one of the
more intense experiences in their lives and hoped that this was not the
last time we would do it.  Actually, they were pretty quiet when it was
over, making their way over to the cabin, dressing, and taking off.  A
small team stayed and policed the grounds one more time.

     Closing Up

Professor Kenyon and Brad were the last ones left at the cabin.  (Dakota
had gone home in the SUV that took the grills and a couple of boxes of
supplies.)  "That was a beautiful piece of work, son," Kenyon said as he
shut the cabin door firmly and locked it.  "Thanks, dad," Brad responded.
"I guess you know that your opinion is always tops with me.  (Pause.)  It's
still warm and the moon is bright.  Are you up for a short walk along the
lake?"  "Always," Kenyon answered.  They'd hiked about a mile when Brad
interrupted their thoughts, saying, "Let's go up this little side trail,
Dad.  There's something I'd like to show you."

After a fairly steep twenty-minute hike, they came out on a little granite
plateau overlooking the lake.  "Does he who writes heavy books have any
wind left?" Brad asked him mischievously.  "You'd just might be surprised,"
Kenyon grunted, grabbing a heavy arm and whirling Brad into his chest.
"Nah, no surprises here," Brad grunted, mimicking Kenyon, "but I sure as
hell am exactly where I want to be!"  "Stand still!"  Kenyon commanded, as
he unbuttoned Brad's shirt, pulled it out of his pants, and tossed it on
the ground.  Standing back, he simply looked at Brad's magnificent torso
illuminated by the moonlight.  "Glorious!" he whispered.  Brad gave an
aroused little laugh and said reproachfully, "I didn't tell you that you
couldn't touch."  "Good point," the Professor chortled, pulling the lad
back into his arms.  Slowly his hand worked down the lad's chest until it
reached his belt, dipped underneath...and kept right on going.  "Agh-h-h!"
the boy choked and pushed himself further into the hand.  "Easy," whispered
the older man, undoing the belt and the top snap and pulling on the shorts
until they dropped softly to the ground.  "Is that a log from the cabin
that I feel poking into me?"  Kenyon inquired in his best W. C.  Fields
imitation.  He grabbed the boy's muscular cheeks and pulled him closer,
moaning, "What would I do if you insisted in wearing underwear?"  The
sandy-haired hunk just trembled and pushed still closer.  "Oh, Dad, I love
you so," he whispered in the man's ear.  "Take me, please."  Never one who
had to be called to the table twice, Kenyon quickly stripped and took his
love on the granite shelf.  This, of course, only set Brad off...like an
explosive charge.

It was about 3:45 am when the two reached home, but it could have been
hours later.  They wouldn't have noticed, for the starry-eyed pair was
filled with a joy that only fulfilled love can bring.

(Retrospect)

Perhaps a week later, Professor Kenyon received a phone message from the
Dean of Students Office, asking him to make an appointment.  Realizing that
the door to his office must resemble a revolving door at this time of year,
John simply did as requested.  When he arrived several days later, he was
surprised to find both the President of the University and the Dean waiting
for him.

"You've done it again, John," Dean Saunders began.  "I've been telling the
President of what happens when I give you my worst cases.  In this case, I
was telling him about Brad Colby, though I understand that you welcomed
another lad into your home more recently.

"We're grateful, Professor, and we simply wanted to tell you personally,"
President Wilkins interrupted.  "Enhancing life is what we're all about,
though I know at times that it looks as if business factors dominate our
actions.  At the December graduation ceremony, I shall be presenting you
with the 'President's Medal for Distinguished Service'.  It carries a nice
financial prize.  More important are our thanks...and our continuing
respect."

When the good Professor reached home, he naturally told Brad and Dakota
what had happened.  They were excited, though they already knew what kind
of man he was.  He paused as he was about to go upstairs.  "There's one
thing I have to tell you," he said with an evil leer.  "I didn't say I'd
adopt you two monsters because of the prize - but it helped!  By the way,
we go to Court in three weeks!"


                             THE END


Author's Note: Thanks for your company these past few weeks.  It's been fun
- and I've enjoyed speaking with many of you!

On Monday next, I hope that Nifty will be posting the first chapter of a
new story, "Indomitable Spirit."  It's never possible to tell exactly where
Nifty will place it, but my best guess is "Gay/Adult-Youth."

Check it out.  I hope to be talking with you!