Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 09:52:54 -0600
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle 32

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.

For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those.  I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.

Character List

Devyn Roberts – Main character

Judy Roberts – Devyn's Mom

Frank Roberts – Devyn's Dad

Brent Watson – The boy across the street and Devyn's new friend

Linda Watson – Brent's Mom

Richard Watson – Brent's dad

Sue Henderson – Devyn's Girlfriend?

Tracy Rogers – Brent's Girlfriend?

Matt – Works at Devyn's father's construction site and is gay.

Bryan – Matt's partner

Tom fisher – Man who befriended Devyn

Henry – Devyn's first client.

Russell – Devyn's most physically abusive client

Todd – New boy Tom brought home.

Roberta – Devyn's Grandmother

Hannah – cop that arrested Devyn

Dean – Hannah's partner who also helped arrest Devyn

Joe – Hannah's Brother and Devyn's new guardian

Ben – Hannah's husband

Travis – Hannah's Son and Joe's Nephew

Julie – girl from school
Sam – Boy from school

Stacey – girl from school

Charlie – Boy from School

Ethan – College student interested in Joe.

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Devyn's Struggle
Chapter 32

Devyn and Joe had just finished having lunch.  Joe was just getting ready
to go drill soybeans when the phone rang.  Devyn was doing the dishes and
he heard Joe's voice cold and tense.  "I will be there as soon as I can."

Devyn turned to look at his friend.  Joe's face was white.  "What's wrong?"

"There was a car accident," Joe said.  "My sister, her husband and Travis
are in the hospital."

"Oh no," Devyn said.  "Are they okay?"

"They just told me I should get there as soon as I could," Joe said.

Devyn knew that it could not be good news...Joe drove faster than he should
have to the hospital.  Even with him exceeding the speed limit it seemed to
take days to get there.  Neither of them wanted to say anything.  There was
nothing they could say.

They were escorted into a small room.  The drab leather furniture looked
like it had came from a few decades ago.  Devyn wondered how many people
had sat here and gotten good news.  He figured it was not very many.  He
was sure the number receiving bad news outweighed them by ten to one.

The doctor that entered was in his early fifties in Devyn's best estimate.
He looked stressed.  He shook hands with Joe and then asked them both to
sit.  He took a chair across from them.

"I wish I had better news," he said.  "You are Hanna's brother correct?"

"Yes," Joe said.  "How are they?"

"I am sorry," the doctor said.  "Both Hanna and Ben are gone."

Devyn closed his eyes to hold back the tears.  He couldn't believe this was
happening.

"The SUV rolled after being hit by the semi-truck.  Ben was gone before he
even got to the hospital," the doctor explained.  The doctor's voice was
soft and gentle.  It was obvious that he did not enjoy this part of his job
at all.  "We did everything we could for your sister, but there were too
many injuries."

"What about Travis," Joe asked.

"From my understanding, it is a miracle he survived.  He was unconscious
when they brought him in to the ER."

"Then he is alright?" Joe asked.

"He has several cuts and bruises," the doctor said.  "His left leg is
broke.  I expect he will make a full recovery."

"Is he awake?" Joe asked.  "Is there someone who can talk to him with him?"

"Talk to him?" the doctor asked.

"Travis is deaf," Joe said.  "He knows sign language."

"Oh, that explains why he didn't understand us," the doctor said.  "I
should have guessed."

"He must be scared to death," Joe said.

Devyn could hear the strain in his friend's voice.  He knew Joe was on the
edge of a break down.  He knew it would happen soon.  The man was pulling
on some inner strength to hold it together.  Devyn felt as though his body
had been flung of a cliff and he was falling.  He was tumbling over and
over through space and was just waiting for the ground to come up and hit
him.

"I need to see her," Joe said.  "Then I should be with Travis."

"Yes," the doctor said.  "One minute."  He got up and opened the door.  A
kind woman was standing outside the door.  "Hi," she said stepping into the
room.  "I am Molly," she said.  "If you will come with me?"

Devyn and Joe followed her down a long hall and into another room.  There
on two gurneys were Ben and Hanna.  There injuries did not look too bad but
then all Devyn could see was their faces.

Joe gripped the side of Hanna's gurney.  His knuckles turning white as he
squeezed it.  Devyn saw the shoulders shaking and he moved up behind Joe.
He put his arms around the man and pressed his chest to Joe's back.  He
squeezed hard holding Joe as the man shook.  Tears dripped from Joe's eyes
and landed on the sheet covering Hanna.  "Not fair," Joe said.  "Not fair.
Why couldn't it have been me?  She was the strong one.  She was the smart
one."

Minutes ticked by until Joe had released a small part of his grief.  He
rubbed Devyn's forearm with his hand.  His hand sliding up and down Devyn's
soft skin and Devyn loosened his hold.  Joe turned and Devyn pulled him
into a hug again.  Joe's face was pressed in Devyn's hair as he held
tightly to his younger friend.  "Thank you for being here," Joe said.

"Anytime big guy," Devyn said.

Joe pulled his emotions under control once more and turned to Molly.  Molly
had been standing quietly in the corner pretending to not be there.  "Can
you take us to Travis now?"

"Yes, just follow me," she said.

The next several days were spent in the hospital with Travis.  Even though
the hospital would provide a sign language interpreter, Joe would not risk
Travis being alone there and not able to communicate with anyone.  So he
and Devyn spent a lot of time at the hospital.  They were sitting by
Travis's bed one day when Hanna's partner came into the room.  "Hi Joe," he
said softly.  "You don't know how sorry I am."

"Thanks," Joe said.

He then turned to Devyn.  "Dang kid.  You are looking a lot better than the
last time I saw you."

"Thanks," Devyn said.  "I owe you for...well arresting me and treating me
like scum."

"Thank nothing of it," he said.  "It was Hanna that saw your potential.
She gave me hell for being too rough on you."

"I needed it," Devyn said.  "So thanks."

He moved to the bed and slowly signed to Travis.  Until now Joe had been
translating for Travis.  Travis signed back just as slowly.  Devyn could
read the signs and was surprised that Hanna's partner knew sign language.
But then as much time as partners probably spend together it was no wonder.
For him to take the time to learn it, even if he was not very fast at it,
showed his commitment to his partner.

"If you need anything," he said turning to Joe, "just let me know."

Other officers stopped by to say hello and when Travis was released from
the hospital, they had the double funeral for both Hanna and Ben.  It was
not until the funeral that Devyn first met Benn's parents.  They began
smothering Travis right away.  Devyn wondered why they had waited until now
to show up.  After the service they sought out Joe.  "We are sorry we were
out of the country," Ben's father said.

"We do appreciate how well you have taken care of Travis," Ben's mother
said.

"That is just what Uncles do," Joe said.  Devyn wondered why Joe was being
so cold toward Ben's parents.  During the service Joe had been polite, but
there was no warmth at all when he talked to the grandparents of Travis.

After Travis's grandparents moved off, Ethan stepped up.  Joe was a little
more surprised than Devyn would have thought.  Ethan's voice was thick with
empathy for his friend.  "I am sorry Joe."

"I, I," Joe started but couldn't finish.

"We are glad you came," Devyn said for Joe.

"You didn't have to drive all the way..." Joe started and his voice
trembled as he spoke.

Ethan cut Joe off before his voice could break completely.  "I know I
didn't have too, but where else would I be.  If you need anything, just let
me know."

"I will," Joe managed.

"Thanks for calling me," Ethan said to Devyn as Joe talked to a couple of
other people.

"No problem.  I was sure you would want to be here," Devyn said.

"I wish he had called," Ethan said.  "I hope he knows he can count on me
for anything."

"He does," Devyn said.  "He is just...well...he keeps stuff bottled up."

"I have noticed," Ethan said.

"I had no idea you would clean up so good," Devyn said trying to lighten
the mood.  He was use to seeing Ethan in casual clothe mostly blue jeans
and t-shirts.  Now Ethan was wearing a black suit that fit him really well.
The silver tie seemed to set off a little silver in his eyes that Devyn had
never noticed before.

"Thanks," Ethan said.  "You clean up good too and wow Joe looks so good in
a suit.  I just wish it was for a different reason he was all dressed up."

"Me too," Devyn said.

Joe joined them again and the man seemed to have pushed his emotions under
control He looked into Ethan's eyes.  "I am very glad you are here.  I am
sorry I didn't call to tell you myself...I just couldn't say the words."

"No problem," Ethan said.  He squeezed Joe's upper arm.  Joe reached out
and pulled Ethan too him.  He hugged the man tight.  His mouth right next
to Ethan's ear.  "Thank you so much for being so sweet."

"Anytime," Ethan said.  "I am always only a phone call away."

Devyn could clearly see the caring the two men had for each other.  He was
so glad that Joe had Ethan.  It was going to make things easier for Joe.
Hannah's loss was going to affect them in so many ways.  Devyn turned away
to give Joe and Ethan a little privacy.  That was when he saw Ben's parents
staring at the three of them.  Devyn felt a shiver run through him.  They
looked so angry.

It was not until they were back at Hanna and Benn's house that Devyn began
to understand.  They had been staying there while Travis had been in the
hospital.  They had been slowly packing up the personal belongings.  Joe
was planning on moving Travis to the farm with them.  He was going to sell
the house and put the proceeds from that, the life insurance and all of Ben
and Hanna's other death benefits into a trust account for Travis.  Hanna
and Ben had been prepared for their possible death.  They had wills and
powers of attorney drawn up.  Joe had been made the executor of the estate
and he was free to make all of the transactions needed to wrap up their
financial and personal loose ends.

Devyn was in Travis's bedroom helping the boy pack his things.  He was
picking out the stuff he wanted to take with them now and the stuff that
could be put into the moving van and the things that were going to be sold
or given to charity.  Joe was in the bedroom going through Ben and Hanna's
things.  He was donating a lot of the clothes and personal items to
goodwill.  He was also giving some of Hanna's personal items to a woman's
shelter where she had volunteered.  The director had been very sad by the
news and had actually broken down and began sobbing while trying to console
Joe.

Devyn heard the door bell and heard Joe walk from the bedroom to answer the
door.  Devyn could her him mutter about how he could get things done faster
if people would just leave them alone.  A few minutes later Devyn heard
Joe's angry voice.  "You can't do this to him," Joe said his voice taught
with anger.

Devyn signed to Travis to keep packing and Devyn moved into the hallway to
listen.

"He is our grandson," Debra said.  He will go to live with us."

"That is not what Ben and Hanna wanted.  It states in their will that they
wanted me to become Travis's guardian."

"Well, they were mistaken that you would be fit for that role," Debra
responded.

"The boy needs a real man to take charge of him," Dale said.

"Oh someone to beat him with the belt like you did Ben?" Joe said

"I showed that boy discipline and look at how well he turned out," Dale
said.

"He turned out to be a good man," Joe said and then added, "despite your
abuse."

"How dare you," Debra said.

"Do you two even know sign language?" Joe asked.

"We know enough," Debra said.

"Enough...what is enough when you need to read to him?  What is enough when
you need to translate what someone else is telling him?"

"We can hire teachers so he can learn to read lips," Dale said.

"Lip reading is a hard skill to master," Joe said.  "Even the best lip
readers only get about half of what is said.  He needs more than that.  He
needs someone to love him.  He needs someone who will put his needs above
all others."

"You think you are that person?" Dale asked.

"Ben thought so," Joe said.

"Well, this court order states otherwise," she said pushing it at Joe.

"He is coming with us," Dale said.

"Right now," Debra added.

It was then that Devyn realized that things had gone from bad to even
worse.  "Devyn," Joe called.  "Could you bring Travis in here?"

"You have that boy in there alone with Travis?" Debra asked shocked.

"That boy is helping him deal with his grief.  That boy loves Travis like a
cousin.  Maybe even like a brother."

"He is a bad influence," Debra said.

"We know he has been in trouble for drugs," Dale added.

"He has had some rough spots, but that doesn't matter.  He is a good role
model for Travis."

Devyn felt good about how Joe had jumped to his defense.  He loved that man
more all the time.

Devyn walked into the living room and Travis clutched his hand when he saw
his two grandparents.  "The kid is perceptive," Devyn thought.

"Come here little buckaroo," Joe said.  He signed the words to Travis who
released Devyn and ran awkwardly to his uncle because of the cast on his
leg.  "Your grandparents want to spend some time with you," Joe signed
getting down to Travis's level."

"Are you going?" Travis asked.

"No, not right now," Joe said.

"For how long?" Travis asked.

Devyn watched as Joe signed but he did not speak the words aloud.  He
signed fast so that hopefully the grandparents would not understand what
Joe was telling Travis.  "I want you to live with me and Devyn on the farm
and I think that will happen.  You will have to be brave and strong for
now."

"I don't want to," Travis signed just as fast.  Devyn had to watch
carefully to keep up with the conversation.

"I know," Joe said.  "I know they love you and they think they are doing
the right thing.  It won't be for long.  I will be there to get you as soon
as I can.  I love you little guy."

"I don't want to go," he signed again.

"I know," Joe said.  "I will do everything I can to get this straightened
out."

"Come with us," Debra finger spelled to Travis.

"You will like it," Dale finger spelled.

Devyn was sure that Travis would not like it.  His grandparents did not
even know Sign Language.  They appeared to only know the alphabet.  The
kid's world had been broken apart and these two were not helping with it.
How could they do this to Joe and especially to Travis?

"I'll get his stuff," Devyn offered and hurried into the bedroom.  He
grabbed a couple of the bags that they had packed Travis's Clothes in and
his favorite toys.  Dale took the bags from Devyn and walked out the door.
"Come on," Debra said to Travis and held out her hand.

"I love you," Joe signed.  Then he pulled Travis into a hug.  His arms
folding around the boy and holding him tight.

"I love you too," Travis said.  His words were not perfect but Devyn was
able to understand them.  Devyn could see Joe's face.  He could see the
pain.  He could see the shining tears just waiting to fall from the man's
face.

"Come on," Debra said interrupting the farewell.

Joe kissed Travis's cheek and then stood.  His hand on Travis's shoulder.
Travis made one last sign and walked with his Grandmother out the door.

Joe watched as they drove away.  "I didn't understand that last sign,"
Devyn said.  He put his arm around Joe's shoulders.  He could feel the
barely contained fury.

"It was not a normal sign.  Travis has made up a few to cover swear words.
Than one was for...well I think literally it means to eat shit and die."

Devyn couldn't stop the chuckle.  "Cool kid," Devyn said.  "What do we do
now?"

"Now we fight," Joe said.

Joe retained an attorney to represent him.  He played every card he could
and the attorney called in a few favors to get them in front of a Judge.
It took a couple of weeks, but a hearing was set.

Devyn and Joe dressed in their best clothes.  Actually they had went out
and bought new clothes just for the custody case.  Joe was going to put his
best foot forward.  He was determined to get Travis back with him.

Devyn sat to Joe's left and Joe's attorney sat to his right.  Debra and
Dale sat across the aisle from them with their own lawyer.  They looked
confident.

They all rose when the Judge entered and Devyn about fell over in shock.
He recognized the judge.  He knew the man.  Or well, he had been hired by
the man.  It was one of Tom's regular customers.  Devyn had serviced the
man several times.  He wondered if the Judge would recognize him.  He
wondered if his being hear would destroy any chance that Joe had of getting
Travis back.

The judge's eyes swept over them and Devyn did not pick up a hint of
recognition on the man's part.  Of course when they were together it wasn't
like Devyn's face had been the part the man had studied the most.  He had
been much more interested in Devyn's body than his face.

Dale and Debra's lawyer painted them as upstanding citizens.  He made them
seem the perfect grandparents.  Devyn did not know them very well, but he
knew they were not as great as this man was making them sound.  He took
stabs at Joe every chance he got.

Joe's attorney did just as good a job painting Joe as the perfect guardian
for Travis.  Joe was fluent in sign language which Travis would need.  Plus
Devyn was there and Travis was very fond of Devyn.  They were as close as
brothers.  Devyn would have to agree with that.  He had never had a little
brother before but Travis would make a great little brother.

Then the other shoe dropped when the opposing counsel brought up Joe and
Devyn's sexual relationship.

"Objection," Joe's lawyer cried.

The opposing counsel rephrased the statement.  It was obvious that the
judge was not in favor of a gay teenager being around an impressionable
boy.  The hearing drug on and Joe's sexual orientation came into question.

"Are you gay?" the counsel had asked point blank.

"I do not know what my sexual orientation has to do with this," Joe said.
Devyn could see the anger smoldering behind his eyes.  Joe's attorney had
already objected to the question and been over ruled.

"Just answer the question," the judge ordered.

"Then yes," Joe said.  "I am gay.  My sister knew that before she made me
Travis's godfather and before writing me as the boy's guardian."

"And your foster son is also gay?" He asked.

"That is something you would have to ask him," Joe said.  "I cannot state
whether or not someone else is gay."

The judge had called on Devyn then and Devyn had little choice but to
answer honestly.  The judge still showed no recognition as Devyn stood and
answered the question.  "Yes, I am gay."

The questions went on then focusing on Devyn and Joe's relationship.  Devyn
grew angrier by the minute.  He knew that this was happening to just make
Joe look like some sort of pervert.

The judge finally called a recess to go study the material and come back
with his verdict.  "It didn't go well," Joe said looking at his lawyer.

"Um, well, no," he said.  "I am sorry.  The judge does not seem open minded
to your...um...lifestyle."

"Yeah, I got that," Joe said.

The judge was back and as Joe had known it had not gone well.  Permanent
custody was awarded to Ben's parents and visitation with Joe was left
solely at their discretion.  In other words, Joe would not see Travis
again.

"I am sorry," Devyn said.  "Maybe we can..."

"No," Joe barked.  "No, there is nothing we can do.  That old fat jack-ass
was not going to give Travis to me.  He does not believe a single man can
raise a child.  He certainly does not believe that a gay man has any
business around a young boy.  I am surprised he didn't try to remove you
from me."

"Well, he probably figures two gay guys deserve each other."

"Maybe," Joe said.  It was late and Devyn and Joe were spending one more
night at Ben and Hanna's.  Everything had been packed up.  The furniture
had already been sold.  They were sleeping in the living room in sleeping
bags.  It kind of reminded Devyn of his time before Tom had found him.

"Are you going to be okay," Devyn asked.  He could tell his friend was
hurting.  He could see the pain in Joe's eyes as they ate their Chinese
takeout.

"Yeah," Joe said.  "I will be fine.  It is Travis that I am worried about.
It is Travis that is in trouble.  Hanna never wanted them to have custody
of Travis.  Ben didn't want it either.  His parents do not have the
attitude needed to raise a boy with special needs.  Travis is bright, fun,
and a good sport about everything.  He is going to be miserable with them.

"Um Joe," Devyn said.  "I, um, do you think I could take the truck for a
little bit?"

"Where you going to go?" Joe asked.

"I, um, have an old friend that lives not too far away.  He, um, well, I
met him when I was working for Tom.  He wasn't a client or anything like
that.  Just a nice guy."

"Oh, want to go say hi?  "Joe asked.

"Yeah, if you don't mind.  You will be okay right?"

"Sure," Joe said.  "Go have fun.  The keys are over there on the hook by
the door."

"I'll try and be back soon," Devyn said.

Devyn ran to the truck.  The plan forming in his mind as he pulled out of
the driveway and drove to the police station where he had met Hanna.  He
went to the desk and asked for Hanna's partner.  "Tell him it's important.
It is urgent.  It...it has to do with Hanna."

Devyn waited and waited and at long last the man appeared.

"Devyn?" he said.  "What is wrong?"

"Everything," Devyn said.  He quickly told him about losing custody of
Travis.  "Joe is sick about it and I am sure so is Travis."

"I remember Hanna talking about them.  She would be biting bullets to know
that they were raising her son."

"We have to fix this," Devyn said.

"And just how do you propose we do that?" he asked.

They were sitting in an empty office and Devyn looked into his eyes.  "I
know the judge," Devyn said.  "I know him from before."

It took a minute and then the light went on in the cops eyes.  "He was one
of your clients?"

"Yeah, he was.  He didn't recognize me in court."

"I bet not," he said.  "For one thing you look so damn different.  You look
a heck of a lot more healthy.  Plus you know you had your clothes on."

"Yeah, and I didn't look 12 which is what the guy is into."

He grimaced at the idea.  "What do you want to do?"

Devyn explained his plan to Dean.  In no time Devyn was on his way to see
the judge.  He had Dean drop him off at the end of the drive and walk all
the way to the door.  The house was as Devyn remembered it.  The judge
definitely had money.

Devyn rang the bell.  He waited and at long last the door open.  "Hi, I'm
here to see Uncle Henry," Devyn said.

"No, no one here by that name," the house keeper said.

"Tell the Judge that his nephew needs his Uncle," Devyn said.  She looked
puzzled but for some reason she allowed him to stand in the foyer.  Devyn
waited and at long last the judge came down the stairs.

This time he recognized Devyn.  He recognized him from the hearing earlier
that day.

"You cannot be here the judge said.  "I don't know what you think you are
doing but you have to leave now."

"Oh, now Uncle Henry don't talk to your favorite nephew like that."  Devyn
smiled at the older man.  "You use to always be so happy to see me.  You
would pull me on your lap and play with me..."

"I don't know what you are talking about," the judge said.

"Now Uncle Henry," Devyn said sweetly, "surely you couldn't forget the fun
games we played.  How you liked to rub my pee-pee and have me rub yours."

The judge's face drained of its color as he suddenly recognized the young
man in front of him.  "It can't be," he said.

"It can and it is," Devyn said.  "I am that same kid you use to...well you
know."

"Why, how, where?"  The man was making little sense.

"I know I look a little older than I did the last time we played together,"
Devyn said.  "I know that you like them young."

"I, well, I..."

"I am still quite young," Devyn said.  "I don't work for Tom anymore.  You
might say I am freelancing now."

"Oh, the judge said a glint in his eye.  "You are looking for work?"

"Yeah," Devyn said.  "You got anything for me?"

"Hamm, I don't know," he said looking Devyn from head to toe.  "You have
grown up into a nice looking young man.  You must be what fifteen now?"

"Something like that," Devyn said.  "Is that young enough for you?"

"Well, I think it will do," he said.  "That is if you are as good as I
remember."

"Oh, I am," Devyn said.  "Where would you like to do this?"

"Let's go into the study like last time," the judge said and led the way to
his study.  He closed the door behind Devyn.  "You know you took a big
chance coming here.  My wife and children could have been here."

"But they aren't," Devyn said.  "It is just you and me."

"Yes, just me and my horny little nephew," Henry said.  "Now why not take
off some of those clothes and show Uncle Henry how you have grown."

"Sure," Devyn said and began removing his shirt.

Henry's eyes were locked onto Devyn's chest as the teenager pulled the
shirt off.  The skin was tan and smooth.  His chest was larger and more
defined than the last time.  Henry reached out and touched it.  "Still as
smooth as a baby's bottom.

"You like how my chest feels then Uncle Henry?" Devyn asked.  His stomach
was heaving from the man's touch on his bare skin.  The fingers were
sliding over his left pectoral muscle and circling around the reddish-brown
areola.  His finger and thumb closed on the nipple and pinched it.

"Mmmmm, so nice," Henry said.  "So very nice."  Henry's hand slid lower.
It slid across Devyn's flat belly and to the waist of Devyn's tight fitting
jeans.

"What do you want to do Judge Green?" Devyn asked.

"I want to do this," the judge said and leaned in and sucked on Devyn's
nipple.  "Oh, Uncle Henry your mouth feels so good on my nipple.  Your
tongue feels great."  Henry's fingers squeezed Devyn's crotch as he licked
and sucked on Devyn's nipple.  His tongue circled the nipple and then
sucked it again.  It moved from the left to the right and back again.
Judge Green backed away and looked at Devyn.  His erection was tenting out
the front of his slacks.  "I think it is time for you to work on this," he
grasped the erection and rubbed himself as Devyn looked down.

"Mmmm, that is a big bulge you have in your pants Uncle Henry," Devyn said.
He reached out and rubbed the erection that was tenting out the front of
Henry Green's pants.  "What do you want me to do with this big pee-pee of
yours?"

"I think you know," Henry answered.

"Oh, I am just a kid," Devyn said.  "You will have to explain it to me."

"I want you to get down on your fucking knees.  I want you to take my cock
out and I want you to put your lips around it and suck it.  I want you to
get my dick good and wet and slippery so I can stuff it into your ass."

"Oh really Uncle Henry?" Devyn said.  His lips had turned up into a smile
just like you did to me when I was twelve?"

"Yes.  I am going to fuck you.  I am going to fuck you just like I did when
you were twelve. Now get to your knees for Uncle Henry."

Devyn dropped down to his knees.  His face was level with the man's
erection.  His eyes traveled up to look the man in the face.

"Yeah, such a good boy," Henry cooed.  "Right where you belong.  Down on
your knees ready to service a man.  Ready to suck your Uncle's cock with
your little wet mouth."

"Oh yes Uncle Henry," Devyn said looking up.  "I know how much you like
having your cock sucked."

Devyn's cell phone rang twice and then was silent.  Devyn smiled.  Dean was
letting him know they had enough.  Devyn did not need to take it any
further.  Devyn had told Dean that he would go as far as he needed.  "At
least this time the reward will be worth the price."  Dean had been shocked
and a bit disgusted but had gone along.

"Now get your mouth on my cock," Judge Green said.

"No," Devyn said as he got to his feet.  He began putting his shirt back on
as he spoke.  "This is over.  You are over."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked annoyed.

"Devyn reached into his pocket and pulled out several folded pieces of
paper.  "First you will sign this order," Devyn said placing it on the
desk.

"What the hell is this," He asked.

"This is an order granting custody of Travis to Joe," Devyn said.

"Who is Travis and who the fuck is Joe?" henrys' voice was getting louder.

Devyn remained calm as he spoke.  His insides however were churning as the
man did not have a clue about the case he had just ruled on that day.  "The
case you ruled giving the deaf boy to his grandparents."

"Oh yes, that queer farmer was trying to get the kid," Judge Green said.

"Yes that queer farmer will make a much better parent than either of those
two will be."

"A faggot can't raise a child," he said.

"If I remember correctly," Devyn began his voice still cool and collected,
"You managed to raise a couple of kids yourself."

"I am not a faggot," he said.

"No, you are pure scum," Devyn said.  "Now sign the order.  Sign it or you
will end up explaining to your wife and children why you wanted to fuck a
12 year old."

"You have nothing to prove that statement," he said folding his arms
confidently.

"The recording I just made should be enough," Devyn said.  "Or the fact
that I remember exactly the placement of that birthmark that looks like
Florida.  Don't think too many people know about that."

The judge's face went white.  "You little fucker," he said.

"Just sign the order so I can go," Devyn said.

The judge grabbed a pin from the desk and signed the order.  "Now get out."
He said pushing the papers to Devyn.

"Thank you," Devyn said.  "I wish I could say it has been a pleasure, but
nothing about you was ever pleasurable."

Devyn strode from the room.  He was happy and sick inside.  He was happy
that he had gotten what he wanted.  He was sick because the asshole had not
been punished worse.

"Well done," Dean said.

"Thanks," Devyn said sliding into the car.  "I feel like I need a shower
after having that dirty old man's hands on me.

"I am sure you do," Dean said.  "I can't believe you put yourself into that
situation and how far you were willing to go.  You must care about Joe a
lot."

"I love the guy," Devyn said.  "He is the one person I would give my life
for.  He is the one person I would well...you get the idea."

"I'm not sure he feels to you the same way you feel to him," Dean said as
he drove away from the mansion.

"We love each other," Devyn said.  "I sometimes wish it was more, but what
we have is very special.  I won't screw it up and I won't let anyone else
mess it up either.  I love Joe and I love Travis too.  I would have done
whatever I needed to with that old fucker to get Travis back."

"I know," dean said.

"Just don't let Joe know what happened," Devyn said.  "I don't want him to
feel like he owes me or anything."

"Okay, Kid."  Dean looked at Devyn sitting there in the dark.  "Hannah knew
how to read people.  She was sure right about you.  You are making her
proud.  You turned out to be one heck of a good man."

"You know it all makes sense now," Devyn said.  "I went thru all of that so
I could be here.  I was put where I was needed.  The road wasn't easy, but
there is a plan.  It isn't all random events."

"Oh, so you are saying God put you there to save Travis?" Dean asked.

"God, the Universe, whatever force you want to call it."


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Yet another chapter.  Looks like Devyn has it together now.  Maybe some
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