Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 21:05:03 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tourist-Epilogue

THE TOURIST
(c) By
Lee Mariner

February 2003

DISCLAIMER: This fictional story is intended for adult readers. It depicts
sexual acts between young men and boys. All characters are fictional and in
not related to any person living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity
is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR
YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: February 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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EPILOGUE

The following morning after breakfast, Curtis and I sat in a quiet corner of
the main lobby. We talked more about what Mrs. Parks had said and
surprisingly he did not seem that upset about here but he was concerned
about his grandmother.

"When will we be able to go back and visit grandma Jack?" He asked.

"As soon as Chris gets here and we can talk with him Curtis. He said he
would be here before noon and it's getting pretty close to that now." I said
looking at my watch. "Maybe we better get on back up too our room."

"Yeah, good idea." He said getting up. "I need to brush my teeth. I got a
piece of sausage stuck between a couple of back ones."

He emphasized the need by sucking on his teeth and grinning at me while he
did. "Jesus," I thought. "To be a teenager again and always horny."

When we got to our room Curtis took his sweater off and went into the
bathroom wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. I followed and waited while he
brushed his teeth so I could brush mine and I watched his muscles rippling
under the thin cotton cloth of his tight fitting t-shirt. His waist was
small about 30" and he wore tight fitting Levi's with the brass brads and
leather label. A really beautiful package and I loved every ounce of it.

"Go ahead." He said after spitting out the mouthwash. He moved away from the
sink and reached for a towel.
When I leaned over the sink to put toothpaste on my brush he slid his arms
around my chest cupping both breasts with his hands, squeezing and I felt
his weight pressing down on my back. He leaned over me his cock pressing
against the crack of my ass, squeezing my breasts and running his hands over
my chest and stomach.

I dropped my toothbrush and placed both hands on the edge of the sink
holding his weight up and he ran his tongue in and around my ear before
whispering, "Do you think it will be long before Chris gets here?"

"Long enough." I said, pushing up and twisting to face him, his arms still
holding me tight. Two steel hard cocks pressed against each other through
cotton slacks and Levi's, lips locked in a deep passionate kiss.  He leaned
back breaking the kiss, his dark brown eyes gleaming and I pulled his
t-shirt over his head.

Running my arms around his waist, I leaned in and ran the tip of my tongue
over the hard nipple of one breast and I heard Curtis suck air between tight
clinched teeth his rigid body arching as I clamped my teeth down almost
feeling the sharp sensation he must have felt when I bit his tit.

He broke from my embrace and went into the bedroom unzipping his jeans as he
walked with me following. I almost ripped my shirt off while kicking my
loafers from my feet. Curtis sat on the edge of the bed untying his shoes as
I pulled my slacks off and tossed them onto a chair. My cock bulged in my
jockeys and when I turned he grabbed me pulling me to him his mouth covering
the bulge of my cock. I felt his tongue soaking the cotton fabric and the
powerful grip of his lips and his hands on my butt cheeks. He pulled my
jockey's down and my cock sprang free almost slapping his face and he opened
his mouth sucking the head in and I fell forward over him on the bed. With
an athletic wrestling flip he followed me with his jeans still around his
ankles and landed beside me laughing.

"What are you laughing about?" I said grinning myself at what must have been
a comedic sight. Me with my socks still on and him with his jeans around his
ankles both of us almost naked with throbbing steel hard cocks flopping
around.

"I just thought about the first night we slept together both of us afraid to
touch each other. Look at us now." He said kicking his jeans off and sliding
his body up with mine.

"And you are learning awfully fast." I said.

"That comes from having a good teacher and loving you so much." He said
sitting up and taking my cock in his mouth.

Curtis had learned quickly and he took all of my cock without a whimper. We
both enjoyed each other singularly and as we were dressing the phone rang.
Chris was downstairs.

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We learned Chris had found that Mrs. Parks was not Mrs. Callister's blood
daughter but a foster-daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Callister were unable to have
children at first and they took in a foster child, Norma.  It was after they
took Norma in that Curtis's mother was born. Norm had never been formally
adopted by the Callister's and therefore was not related to Curtis.

When I asked Chris how he had found the information it was a testament to
his ability and foresight.

"After I talked with her yesterday, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach
she was just not all there.  I called a friend of mine at the state's Office
of Vital Statistics and he faxed me the records on the Callister family.
Norma Parks was not mentioned in any records as being a child of the
Callister's. They had one child, Curtis's mother.  When I read that, I
called Annapolis and got the marriage certificate of Mrs. Parks sent to my
office, her maiden name is shown as Henry not Callister. To make a long
story short I found out she was a foundling and had been placed for adoption
but never adopted. Your grandparents, Chris, took her in under the foster
care program. It's all documented and from what I can determine, you are the
only living relative of your grandparents."

"She certainly thinks she is Mrs. Callister's daughter from the way she was
carrying on yesterday." I said.

"She can carry on all she wants Jack, she was only a foster daughter and
that only by the goodness of the Callister's."

"I think she has some explaining to do, what about you?" I said squeezing
Curtis's thigh.

"That almost makes you my Dad doesn't it? You are my guardian, isn't that
right Mr. Flegler?"
"Since Jack had temporary custody, that's pretty close. We better talk with
this lady who is saying she is your aunt and get that out of the way. Do you
know how to get in touch with her?" Chris asked.

"Yes." I said. "And while we are at it, lets have lunch at the hospital. I
saw a couple of nice looking restaurants while we were there yesterday."

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After we had lunch, we went up to Mrs. Callister's room and she did look
somewhat better but still partially comatose. Her eyes were open and
blinking but she couldn't speak when spoken too. After I introduced Chris as
Curtis's attorney, and mine we asked about her condition.  Dr. Cochran
explained that she knew and could hear what was going on around her but she
had no way of corresponding her feelings or comments.  When I asked him how
long that condition would last he just smiled.

"That is up to a power higher then mine Mr. Cumberland. Coma's are still not
fully understood my modern medicine. Mrs. Callister could possibly never
recover but on the other hand she could come out of the coma at anytime."

"What about her care in the meantime Dr. Cochran." I asked.

"She should be able to travel in the next couple of days but she will need
constant care as long as she is comatose. I think Mrs. Parks said something
about taking her home yesterday didn't she?"
"She won't unless she knows more about the law then I do Dr. Cochran. She is
not related too Mrs. Callister, Curtis is the only living relative that I
have found. Mrs. Parks is or was her foster-daughter, never adopted."

"Mrs. Callister has no other relatives?" Dr. Cochran asked almost
incredulously.

"None according to the states records Doctor.  I have copies of them with me
from both N.C. and Maryland and you can have a copy if you like."

"The hospital should have copies for their records Mr. Flegler. We assumed
Mrs. Parks was her daughter when she was brought in and the police and
paramedic records indicted she was her next of kin."

"She may feel she is her daughter but legally she is not."

"Then that means I don't have to go with her doesn't it?" Curtis said
excitedly.

"It looks that way from what Mr. Flegler has said and what I see here. I'll
need to see your proof of custody documents Mr. Cumberland, it seems you
will be making the decisions concerning Curtis's grandmothers care." The
doctor was saying when we heard a loud screeching from the doorway.

"What do you mean he will be making the decisions for my mother?" Mrs. Parks
said almost screaming.

The scene that ensued resulted in Mrs. Parks being given a sedative to calm
her down. Dr. Cochran and a security guard stood off to one side as Chris
talked with her and as he spoke showing her the state documents she finally
acquiesced to the fact that she had no say in the care of Mrs. Callister.

Dr. Cochran explained later that there were cases where foster children
blocked out childhood memories prior to being taken in by a foster family
and actually took on the identity of the foster parent. Her denial seemed to
be more severe then he had come into contact with but she should recover
fully and live her own life with proper counseling. The foster care
connection would always be there but it would be just that, a foster child's
connections with a foster parent not an actual parent.

After the hospital's records had been amended to show the proper
relationships we made arrangements for the transfer of Curtis's grandmother
to a nursing home where he would be able to visit and Dr. Cochran would be
available for consultations and care.

Mrs. Parks left without seeing any of us or learning where Mrs. Callister
would be.

After we returned home and investigated the safe deposit box we found why
she may have wanted custody of Curtis and his grandmother. There was an
interest-bearing Annuity that had been established by his grandmother at the
time of his parent's death. The assets of their life insurance had grown
into a tidy sum of over $500,000.00 and he was prevented from taking
advantage of it until he was 21 years old and then only a certain amount
while he was in college or until he reached 25. His guardian would control
the annuity from his 21st too 25th birthdays. We couldn't prove that was her
intention but it was a moot point anyway.

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Chris applied for permanent custody of Curtis for all school records and
state records were changed to reflect our legal relationship at that point.
We sold his grandmothers home and its contents since Curtis did not want any
memories lingering behind. The money was used to establish a fund for her
care in the nursing home. Mrs. Callister passed away two months before
Curtis turned 18. We had her remains cremated and her urn sits with his
parents in our living room.

At the store, I told Beth about the relationship and she surprised me by
telling me she knew it the second day after Curtis started working at the
store from the way we both looked at each other.

We never heard from Norma Parks after she left the hospital even though
Curtis wrote her telling her where she was and that she could visit anytime
she wanted. Chris sent her copies of the documents we had, the state
registration certificates and a copy of the courts document giving me sole
custody of Curtis until he reached the legal age of consent. She refused to
sign for the package and when Federal Express returned the package with the
unsigned receipt the carrier said their records would show that three
attempts were made for delivery and that the recipient had refused delivery
on each occasion.

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Curtis and I bought a cottage in Wright Shores and after his graduation from
high school he was accepted at UNC and offered a wrestling scholarship. He
wrestled for UNC but not on the scholarship, he paid his own tuition.

We bought a beach house in Barbados, B.W.I and that's where I am writing
this story. Chris Flegler and his wife finally divorced and he and his lover
are our best friends and frequent visitors. How Chris met Buford is another
story and maybe he will write it sometime if they can ever get out of bed
long enough.

That initial workout with the Bowflex and his workouts in school have more
then bore fruit. Curtis is 20 years old, 6'2", 180lbs with a 44" chest, 32"
waist and 20" biceps of solid smooth flowing unblemished muscle and in his
second year at UNC and I don't know which he has the hardest time fighting
off, the girls or the boys.

The only one he doesn't fight off is the author, it's the reverse but I
never resist that hard.

Memories of Mark and Jeffrey, the tourists, are just that, memories.  My
tourist was always at home.

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FINI