Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2016 09:43:33 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 131, GM College, High School

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Chapter One Hundred Thirty One – Peyton's Recovery

Peyton lay, staring up at the ceiling, as he contemplated his changed
circumstances.  Six weeks had passed since Peyton had come to live with the
Scarborough family.  He went over in his mind the seemingly miraculous
things leading to this fortunate state of affairs.

First, Mr. Scarborough (a.k.a. Grandpa) had hired a team of attorneys to
represent him.  They had worked hard to improve his circumstances in jail;
and had, finally, been successful in convincing the parole board to let him
out.  At that time, he had six months left until he would be completely
free, with his debt to society paid.

Mr. Scarborough had arranged to have him live with his family to help him
get back on his feet.  Mr. Scarborough had also insisted he become part of
his family, and expected Peyton to call him Grandpa.  Peyton was still
amazed Grandpa had kept his promise to him.  He did not understand what
Grandpa saw in him.  He had told Peyton he would help him re-establish
himself, if he paid his debt to society.  Grandpa had done more than that.
He had literally saved his life!  Peyton knew beyond any shadow of a doubt
the guards would have killed him, if he had stayed in jail any longer!

Since arriving at the Scarborough family home, he had become accustomed to
sleeping with two other men every night, and had become very close to each
of them.  That closeness had pulled him through some very difficult
moments, as he tried to recover his mental and emotional equilibrium.  It
amazed him how he could feel such a close emotional attachment to another
man, especially after the abusive treatment he had suffered at the hands of
the other men in prison.  He had wanted nothing to do with men, or women,
after he was nearly beaten to death by the prison guards where he had been
incarcerated.  That had been the reason for his silence after the attack.

He had come to the conclusion there was only one way to protect himself;
and it was to completely withdraw from all human contact.  He didn't trust
anyone, and because of his lack of trust in his fellow men, he wanted
nothing to do with them.

His near death experience had shaken him, causing him to look back over his
life.  He realized how poorly he had treated people and recognized the need
to change the direction of his life.  While he lay in the prison hospital
bed, his sense of guilt over his past actions nearly overwhelmed him.  In
fact, it scared him so much, he mentally shut down, constructing a mental
bunker around his mind and emotions.

From that moment on, he had successfully maintained his silence and his
detachment from himself, until he arrived at the Scarborough home.  He
hadn't even spoken to them, at first, until Glenn had told him about being
raped by his cousin, John and his friends.  Seeing tears streaming down
Glenn's face and hearing of his struggles to trust people, hit him hard.
In fact, Glenn's experiences resonated so much within him, he couldn't stop
himself from speaking about how he felt.  He had broken his silence, to
articulate in words, what had caused him to stop speaking in the first
place.  He hadn't meant to utter them, but his first words were, "I'm
scared."

He had been relieved to finally speak those words out loud, to acknowledge
his weakness, and not be punished for speaking, as had happened to him in
prison.  He had been conditioned not to speak.  His role was to serve as a
fuck toy for any man who wanted him.  They didn't want to hear his voice,
or even acknowledge he was anything other than their sex slave, to be used
at their discretion.

He had raised his eyes until he met Glenn's gaze.  It had been a long time
since he dared to look into another man's eyes.  He had been beaten many
times for being disrespectful of his betters by daring to meet their gaze.
The look passing between them communicated volumes.  He knew beyond any
shadow of a doubt Glenn understood exactly what he was going through.

In that moment, he felt a strong connection to Glenn, one he knew would
never be broken.  He knew Glenn saw him as he was and they understood each
other.  That moment had been followed by another miraculous event.  His
cousin, Rick, had put his arms around him, and said, "I love you."

Hearing those three words broke down the last barriers he had built to keep
the world out.  He had poured out his heart and soul to Rick and Glenn.  He
left nothing out of his narrative.  He saw how shocked they were at hearing
of the abuses he had suffered in prison.

He had missed Rick and Glenn when they went to their friends' graduation in
Minneapolis.  When they returned from their trip, they spent every weekend
with him.  Over the last six weeks he had grown to love the Scarboroughs,
but he felt closest to his cousin and his boyfriend.  He looked forward to
seeing them and treasured the time they spent together.

The four gay couples had set up a rotation schedule, so he wouldn't be
alone at night.  Grandpa had insisted Peyton never be left alone until he
was sure Peyton was mentally and emotionally stable.  In addition to
accomplishing Grandpa's goal, it helped him to get to know each of the gay
couples in the Scarborough family and broadened his circle of close
friends.

Rick and Glenn spent Friday and Saturday nights with him, since they lived
in Atlanta and could only visit him on weekends.  He asked the guys to let
Rick and Glenn spend two nights with him every weekend.  They agreed and
rotated the other nights between the remaining three couples.

Rick and Glenn were sleeping with him tonight, his first without the casts
on his limbs.  He smiled at the memory of the guys helping him earlier in
the day.  If there was ever a paradise for a gay man, this was it!  His
thoughts went back to the day he got his casts off.

*** ***

Rick and Glenn walked on either side of Peyton as they left the doctor's
office.  Rick said, "Are you going to be okay?"

Peyton said, "I don't know, just don't go very far away."

They guided him outside.  Grandpa paid the doctor's fees and followed them
outside.  He came up behind the three young men.  "Peyton, would you like
to ride with me in the Porsche?"

"Would I?  Yes, I would," he responded eagerly.

Rick and Glenn helped him into the Porsche and closed the door, while
Grandpa climbed into the driver's seat.  Rick said, "We'll see you back
home.  Don't forget to meet us in Greg and Cory's room!"

Peyton grinned, "I won't forget."

They walked over to their Land Rover and climbed in.  Mr. Curtis, Grandpa's
chief of security, was already waiting in the van.  They pulled out of the
parking lot and caravanned back to the Scarborough peach farm.

On the drive back to the farm, Grandpa asked, "Peyton, what are your
feelings about living with us?"

Peyton glanced at Grandpa, unsure of how to reply to his question.  "What
do you mean?"

Grandpa clarified his question, "I want to know what you think about living
with us?  Are you adjusting to being in our home?"

"I'm getting used to it, but I'm still confused as to the reason why you
took me in," he replied, wondering where this conversation was headed.

Grandpa said, "I took you in because you are Rick's cousin."

"Is that the only reason?" Peyton asked, feeling disappointed.  He had
thought Grandpa saw something in him worth saving.

"No, I also saw a young man with great potential," he answered.  "Despite
what you might think, Peyton, you and Rick are more alike than you might
wish to acknowledge.  He is a great man, and so are you."

Peyton nodded his head.  Hearing Grandpa's words was like a salve on an
open wound.  They sank deep into his heart.  Grandpa thought he had great
potential.  "Over the last few weeks, I've come to realize what a wonderful
guy my cousin is; however, I've never been as successful as Rick."

"That's only because you've been holding yourself back," Grandpa said.
"Have you given any thought about where you want to study?"

"Yes, I want to join Greg and Cory at the University of Minnesota.  I've
decided I want to become a lawyer," Peyton said.  "I want to protect others
from suffering like I did.  Prisoners need someone on the outside to be
their advocate, like you were for me.  I want to give back to the
community, and help those who are in the most need of help.  Those who are
most vulnerable are those in our prisons."

Grandpa said, "You would make a great advocate for improving conditions in
our prisons, since you have experienced those abysmal conditions, yourself.
Have you thought about what you need to do to get registered at the
University of Minnesota?"

"Yes," Peyton replied.  "Greg and Cory helped me draft a checklist of items
I need to get done."

Grandpa said, "Good.  We'll look over your checklist when we get back home.
I also wanted to talk to you about changing your name."

"It wouldn't make any difference, because I have to register any name
change with the state.  My record will follow me everywhere I go," Peyton
said, his voice full of regret and sadness.

"I agree with you; however, it will give you more control over how and when
you discuss your time in prison.  You will always be truthful on any
applications or affidavits you complete; but I think it would be wise not
have it so readily available to anyone with a few clicks of a mouse,"
Grandpa said.

"Maybe after five years, when I can ask the state for a pardon, I'll change
my name at that point," Peyton said.  "I don't want my time in prison to
define me as a person, any more than I want being a gay man to define who I
am.  I'm much more than a prison inmate, and I'm much more than someone who
is gay.  Glenn told me his Uncle Dave has this idea labels are dangerous
things, and we should avoid them at all costs."

Grandpa agreed, "That is very true.  Putting a label on someone can be very
damaging, in that it limits your perception of who they really are.  If you
put labels on yourself, you place limits on what you can become."

"That is why I want to go into law.  There is a lot of discrimination
against ex-convicts.  Ex-convicts need advocates to keep them from
suffering from the kinds of discrimination which puts them at risk of
returning to prison.  Not everyone who gets out of jail has someone like
you to help them.  I want to do everything I can to repay you for what
you're doing for me by giving back to the community."

"That's exactly what I had envisioned for you," Grandpa said, glancing over
at the young man seated next him.  "However, I think you should also
consider working for our family corporation for a while, before venturing
out on your own.  I want you to learn how to operate the farm, first;
followed by learning how to manage our rental properties and our security
services.  In the months remaining to you as a parolee, I want you to work
closely with the twins and their husbands to learn everything there is to
know about running a peach farm."

"I'm okay with that."  Peyton grinned, and said, "It's not like I can go
anywhere."

Grandpa laughed.  "That is very true.  I'm glad you can see some humor in
the situation."

"I have to, or I'd go crazy," Peyton said.  "Being on parole still isn't
the same as being a free man.  I hate having to check in with my parole
officer."

"Well, at least Mr. Diven has been willing to come to the house to see you.
Maybe he will continue to visit you on the farm," Grandpa said.

"Mr. Diven has been more than accommodating, but he still represents the
state," Peyton said.  "I have no wish to remain in Georgia after I'm free.
I've told Mr. Diven, in no uncertain terms, I won't spend another moment in
this state than is absolutely necessary."

"I understand your sentiments; however, I think you should spend some time
with Rick and Glenn in Atlanta, before you go elsewhere.  I think it would
be good for all three of you.  So, where are you in your relationship with
Rick and Glenn?" Grandpa asked.

Peyton didn't respond for some time.  Grandpa glanced over at him from time
to time, and noticed the tears rolling down Peyton's cheeks.  He decided
not to say anything until Peyton was ready to talk.

Peyton cleared his throat and wiped away his tears with the palms of his
hands.  "I love them very much," Peyton said, still trying to gain control
over his emotions.

Grandpa said, "I've observed how close to them you've become."

Peyton nodded his head, and said, "I only wish I hadn't wasted so much time
being jealous of Rick.  I've missed out on so much, because of my own
stupidity."

"I think you will have the opportunity to make up for some of that lost
time," Grandpa said.

Peyton said, "I hope so."

"Then, you won't object to staying with them for a few months.  I want you
to ease back into normal society, before you leave the state.  Are you
absolutely certain you want to move to Minnesota?"

"Yes, I want to join Greg and Cory in Minneapolis," Peyton said.

"I think that is a good idea.  Let's plan for you to enroll at the
university after the winter break.  That should give you a couple of months
in Atlanta."

Grandpa talked with him about some of the particulars of how the farm was
run.  Peyton listened attentively and made a mental note to talk with the
twins about it.  There was so much to remember!

They soon arrived at the farm, and Grandpa pulled up to the gate and waited
for it to open.  Paul opened the gate and waved them in.  He closed the
gate and walked over to where Grandpa had parked the car.  He opened
Peyton's door and gave him a hand out.  He pulled him into his arms and
kissed him.

Paul said, "I've wanted to do that since the day we met."

Peyton smiled.  "So have I."

Rick and I pulled in behind Grandpa's car.  We climbed out of the Land
Rover and walked over to join Paul and Peyton.  Rick took Peyton in his
arms, holding him tight.  "I'm glad you're finally on your feet."

I tapped Peyton on the shoulder, and said, "Hey!  When do I get my hug?"

Peyton laughed, as Rick released him from his embrace.  "Come here,
handsome."  Peyton pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply.

Paul wolf whistled.  "Boy, Rick, it looks like you've got some
competition!"

Rick grinned.  "I'm glad to see Peyton is back to normal."

Peyton released me, and said, "Thank you for the fantastic kiss."

"There's more where it came from," I said, laughing.  I ran my hands over
his arms.  "We need to get you cleaned up.  Come inside.  Greg and Cory are
waiting for us."  I took his hand in mine and walked toward the house.  I
looked back over my shoulder and asked, "Rick, are you going to join us?"

For an answer, Rick jogged over to take Peyton's other hand.  He leaned
over and whispered in Peyton's ear, "I hope you're ready for some fun."

Peyton grinned from ear to ear.  "I can't wait."

We led him upstairs to Greg and Cory's room.  We had sent a text message,
letting them know we were home.  As soon as we walked into their room, Greg
said, "Get naked boys!  It's time for some fun."  Peyton looked at the two
naked men in front of him and quickly stripped out of his clothes.  We
followed his example.

Greg walked over to Peyton and kissed him.  "Welcome home, Peyton."

Cory took Peyton's hand and led him into the en suite.  Peyton's eyes went
round with surprise when he saw the large shower.  "This place is great!"

Greg said, "Grandpa had it built for us when he adopted me as his son."

Peyton said, "Grandpa never ceases to amaze me.  I've never met a man who
has so much love and charity for those around him."

Rick said, "You're right about that."  Rick turned on the shower and
adjusted the temperature.  Greg turned on a second and a third shower plus
the nozzles at waist height.

Rick stepped under the water and reached out to pull his cousin in with
him.  I joined them with a bar of soap in my hand.  We spent the next few
moments washing him down.  The four of us formed a circle around Peyton,
caressing his skin, kissing him and holding him close.  Peyton, in turn,
let his hands wander over our well-muscled bodies, tracing the outlines of
our muscles under our skin.

Peyton said, "I've only dreamed of being with so many gorgeous men, all of
whom want me."

"That's right, Peyton.  Today is your day.  We're here to help you
celebrate getting your casts off," I said.  I kissed him deeply, holding
him tight.  I whispered in his ear, "I love you, Peyton Campbell."

I released him and each of the guys followed my lead, kissing him and
repeating the same words to him.  Greg was the last one to kiss Peyton, and
when he said, "I love you, Peyton Campbell," Peyton was so overcome by
Greg's words he put his head on Greg's chest and clung to him.  His body
shook with the strength of the emotions he felt.

We closed our circle around him, enveloping him in a group hug.  After a
few moments, he managed to regain his composure.  He lifted his head up and
smiled into Greg's eyes.  "I love you guys so much."

We stood frozen in place for a few moments, letting the warm water cascade
over us.  Peyton had never felt so much love.  He felt the strength in the
four men who held him, and knew he would always have their love and
support.

Rick asked, "Are you up for one of our little competitions?"

Peyton turned his head to look at Rick with raised eyebrows and asked,
"What might that be?"

"We jerk off in the shower and measure who shoots the farthest," Rick said.
"So far, I'm undefeated."

Peyton grinned.  "Okay, let's see which of us wins."

All five of us began stroking our man meat.  It wasn't long before we
unloaded!  Greg, Rick and Peyton all shot quite a distance, but tied for
the longest shot.

Rick turned to Greg and his cousin.  "I guess I can live with a tie."

Peyton smiled and took Rick into his arms.  "Thank you for including me in
your competition."

We played around in the shower for a while longer.  We turned off the water
and dried each other off.  I said, "You need to be shaved.  Lie down on the
bed, and I'll get the shaving gear."

The four of us shaved off all of his body hair, leaving his skin baby soft.
As we massaged his muscles, Peyton became extremely aroused.  I reached
over and began jerking him off.  He arched his back and moaned in pleasure.
"Don't stop, Babe."

I didn't stop, and was soon rewarded for my efforts.  We cleaned him up and
climbed into bed with him.  Peyton sighed contentedly, and said, "I've got
to be the luckiest guy the world."

I traced the outline of his nipples and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I went from the worst of all possible situations to the best one I could
have dreamed of, in just over six weeks.  I have four very handsome gay men
in my bed, I've regained the use of my limbs, and I have found a family who
loves me."

Cory ran his hands over Peyton's flat stomach, and said, "We're just as
lucky as you.  We found someone who enjoys sex as much as we do."

Peyton laughed.  It was a deep laugh, one filled with happiness.  "When I
got here six weeks ago, I never wanted to be touched by anyone ever again.
Because you guys slept with me and kept me company, I gradually overcame my
fears of being intimate with another human being."

*** ***

Peyton's mind returned to the present.  Glenn's head rested on his chest
and Rick's arms held them both close to him.  The feel of their skin
against his and the heat of their bodies comforted him.  He had never felt
so close to anyone in his life, as he did to these two men.  He felt like
he had been enveloped in a warm cocoon of love and acceptance.  He sighed
contentedly and closed his eyes, letting his body completely relax.  He
fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

*** ***

The next morning I woke up to find Rick playing with my hair.  I lifted my
head and smiled at my boyfriend.  I whispered, "I think we should give
Peyton the best wakeup call he's ever had."

Rick grinned and nodded his head.  "I get to give him a blowjob this time,
since you gave him one last night."

I smiled and began kissing Peyton all over.  I gently bit his nipples
causing them to become hard.  Then I kissed the base of his neck and kissed
my way up to his mouth.  He opened his eyes and opened his lips to allow
admittance to my tongue.  He moaned into my mouth as Rick worked his magic
on his dick.  Peyton didn't last long, given Rick's expertise in giving
blowjobs!

Peyton tensed, then went completely limp as he released his load into
Rick's eager mouth.  Rick tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned and kissed
Rick deeply, sharing Peyton's load.

Peyton watched us kissing, and said, "Save some for me."  Rick released me
and leaned down to kiss him.  "I could get used to waking up to you two."

I grinned at him, and said, "That's the whole point.  We want you to come
and live with us in Atlanta."

Peyton said, "I promise I'll come stay with you, if I can wake up to that
every morning."

Rick said, "I think we can arrange that."

Peyton kissed Rick again, then kissed me.  "I love you two very much."

"The feeling is mutual," Rick said.

"Yes, it is.  However, I saw how you looked at Jonathan yesterday.  I think
you've got a crush on him," I said.

Peyton blushed.  "Was I that obvious?"

"Yes, you were," I replied.

Peyton said, "I really like him."

Rick asked, "What about Paul?"

"I like Paul and I think he's cute, but Jonathan is who I'm really
interested in.  He's so good looking.  Plus, he has a wicked sense of
humor," Peyton said.  "I don't have any hope of getting anywhere with him,
because I think he's straight."

Rick said, "There's only one way to find out, and that's to ask him."

Peyton looked doubtful.  "I won't want to lose his friendship."

"You won't lose his friendship, Peyton.  I think he's been around us enough
he won't be offended if we ask him if he's gay," I said.

We heard a tap on the door.  Greg asked through the door, "Are you awake,
guys?"

I called out, "Come in."

Greg and Cory walked into the room.  Greg whistled.  "You guys look great!"

Cory added, "I'm still amazed we were adopted into a family with such good
looking gay guys."

"I just have good taste in men," I said, grinning.

Rick laughed.  "And you taste good."

Peyton raised his hand and said, "I have to second that statement."

Greg and Cory sat down on the edge of the bed.  "Are you guys up for
swimming this morning?  Peyton needs some serious sun to get rid of those
tan lines."

Peyton laughed.  "I do have some pretty good tan lines, don't I?"

Cory said, "Yes, you do."

I said, "We bought new swimsuits just for this special occasion.  I put
them in Peyton's top drawer."

Greg stood up and walked over to the dresser, opening the top drawer.  He
pulled out a package and asked, "Are these it?"

I nodded my head.  "We ordered them on-line.  There's one in there for each
of us, including the twins and their husbands.  I got them from a couple of
different sources, but I'm sure you'll like them."

Greg opened the package and pulled out the swimsuits.  He spread them out
on the bed.  "Does it matter which ones we wear?"

"You'll have to check the sizes," I said.

In short order, we had all chosen a swimsuit and had pulled them on.  We
looked at each other and grinned.  "I think we're ready to go swimming,"
Greg said.

"Let's go," Rick said.  "We can grab breakfast after we swim for a while."

Greg said, "I'll tell Grandma not to cook breakfast for us."  He left the
room and soon returned.  "She said she would wait until we're done
swimming."

"Cool!" Peyton exclaimed.  We made our way outside to the pool.  "I can
finally go swimming!"  He did a surface dive that carried him to the
opposite end of the pool.  We did surface dives, as well, joining him.

Rick said, "Let's play tag."

"Okay," Peyton said, reaching out to touch Rick on the arm.  "Tag, you're
it!"

We both raced away from him to avoid being tagged.  Rick cornered Greg and
tagged him.  Greg immediately tagged Cory.  We played in the pool for quite
some time.  We finally climbed out onto the pool deck and pulled some
lounge chairs together.  We collapsed onto them and soaked up the intense
rays of the mid-morning sun.

After a while, I said, "Peyton, we need to put some sun screen on you, or
you'll burn."

Peyton said, "Thanks for thinking of me."

I reached over and grabbed the sun screen off of the patio table.  I walked
over to him and sat on the edge of his lounge chair.  I squirted some sun
screen onto my hands and rubbed it into his skin, paying particular
attention to his arms and leg, where the casts had been.

He grinned up at me, and said, "Thank you, Babe."

That was the first time he had called me, "Babe."  I met his gaze and
smiled.  "Okay, Sweetheart."

Peyton laughed.  "I wondered what you would do if I called you, Babe, like
your boyfriend does."

"Well, now you know," I said, standing up and returning to my own lounge
chair.

Grandma came out of the house, and asked, "Are you boys hungry?"

Rick said, "Yes, we are."

She said, "I'll send breakfast out with Paul and Jonathan.  They just came
on duty and were asking where you guys were."

She left us and the two guys soon appeared, carrying trays of food.  When
Paul saw us, he whistled and exclaimed, "What a beautiful sight!"

They set the trays on the table, as we crowded around.  We grabbed the
plates of food Grandma had placed on the trays.  As we ate, I said, "Guys,
have a seat."  They pulled over a couple of chairs and sat down.  I gave
Jonathan the once over.  He had dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes under
thick dark brown eyebrows.  He had a generous mouth with perfect teeth, a
square jaw and an aquiline nose.  When he smiled, he had a deep dimple in
each cheek.  His olive skin was perfectly smooth and without blemish.  His
security uniform fit him nicely, showing off his muscular physique.  I
could tell from the size of his arms that he worked out on the weights.  He
was a little taller than me at 180 cm. (5'11").

When I met his gaze, he grinned.  "Now I know how it feels to be undressed
by someone when they look me over."

I smiled, and said, "You're a real looker, Jonathan.  If you ever decide
you want to be with a guy, I think we can find you someone."

Jonathan blushed.  "Thanks, Glenn."

Paul said, "I've already told him if he decides he's into guys, I get to be
his first date."

I looked over at Jonathan.  "Is that true?"

"Yes, Paul has made it clear he thinks I'm good looking," Jonathan said,
blushing an even deeper shade of red.

"Jonathan, how old are you?" Peyton asked.

"I'm 22.  I turn 23 next week," Jonathan said.

Peyton said, "We should have a joint birthday party.  I'll be 23 tomorrow."

I said, "We should make it a big party, because Rick's is two weeks from
now."

Rick said, "When we were little, we celebrated our birthdays together.  Mom
and Uncle George always called us their twins."

Peyton said, "That's true.  I always hated sharing birthday parties with
you, though."

"I know," Rick said.  "I also resented it, at the time.  I used to argue
with Mom that I wanted my own birthday party.  Then we moved away."

"By the time you moved back to North Carolina, my parents had gotten over
the sharing birthday party thing," Peyton.

"Thankfully," Rick said with heartfelt relief.

I said, "You guys are going to be SO old!"

Rick laughed, and said, "You're just a baby, Glenn."

I grinned, and put my arm around his waist.  "I would rather be a baby than
an old man."

Rick kissed me.  "Someone has to be the adult in this relationship."

I guffawed, "It certainly isn't you!"

Jonathan laughed.  "You guys are so goofy!"

Greg said, "You haven't seen goofy, yet.  They get worse!"

Cory seconded that thought.  "Yes, they both get pretty goofy."

Paul said, "But they're good looking."

Cory said, "Yes, they're hot studs, just like the rest of you guys."

Peyton looked over at Jonathan, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jonathan met his gaze and said, "No, I'm currently enjoying being an
unattached male.  My parents want me to find a wife and settle down."

Peyton thought to himself, "Maybe there's a chance for me."  Out loud, he
asked, "You shouldn't have any trouble finding a girlfriend.  I'd sure like
to date you if you decide to go out with a guy."

Paul said, "Hey, I get the first chance to date him!"

Jonathan was blushing again.  "I've never had guys vying for my attention."

Rick laughed and playfully punched Jonathan's shoulder, "You had better get
used to it around here.  You can't expect a bunch of gay guys to ignore
such a handsome stud as yourself."

Jonathan said, "I'm flattered you guys think I'm a stud."

Paul said, "Jonathan, you're a gay guy's wet dream."

Jonathan looked around at us and asked, "Do you guys really think I'm good
looking?"

We looked at him in surprise.  Cory recovered first and said, "That was a
rhetorical question, right?"

Jonathan replied, "I'm serious.  Do you guys really think I'm good
looking?"

From the expression on his face, we could tell he really wanted to know
what we thought.  I said, "Jonathan, let me put it this way.  You could be
a male model, or a movie star with your good looks.  I think both Peyton
and Paul were in earnest when they said they wanted to date you."

Jonathan said, "I've never thought of myself as being particularly good
looking."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"During high school, I was a scrawny kid.  It wasn't until I was in college
that I started to fill out.  I spent a lot of time in the gym, working out
on the weights; but I never had any close friends," he said.

"What did you major in?" Greg asked.

"I graduated with a degree in business management and a minor in
economics," he said.

"So, why are you working here as a security guard?" I asked.

"My Dad wants me to join him in the sheriff's office; however, I really
don't want to be in law enforcement," Jonathan said.

"But, that doesn't answer my question," I said.

"When I told Dad I didn't want to work with him in the sheriff's office, he
insisted I get a job and Mr. Scarborough needed someone to work here as a
security guard.  So, I took the job.  I had the job skills, because my Dad
made sure I knew how to handle a gun; plus, I've been around law
enforcement all of my life, with Dad being the sheriff."

 Peyton said, "I, for one, am very glad you decided to work for the
Scarboroughs."

Paul added, "Me, too."

"Why don't you two join us for a swim?  We've got extra swimsuits," I said.

Paul said, "We're supposed to be working."

Greg said, "I'll call Mr. Curtis and ask him if you guys can join us for an
hour or so."

Jonathan said, "Please don't do that.  I don't want Mr. Curtis to think ill
of us."

"I think he'll be okay with it, because you'll be with us," Greg responded.
He picked up his cell phone.  "Hello, Mr. Curtis."

"Hello, Greg.  What's on your mind?" he asked.

Greg said, "I know Paul and Jonathan are supposed to be on duty right now,
but I wanted to ask if they could join us for an hour in the pool?"

"I'm fine with that, but they need to talk to the guys they're replacing.
Derrick and Mark will have to stay on duty while they swim with you guys.
They are welcome to switch hours, as long as we have coverage," Mr. Curtis
said.

Greg said, "Let me put you on speaker so they both can hear what you want
them to do."

He said, "Guys, I understand you want to swim with the boys.  Is that
right?"

Paul replied, "Yes, that's right."

"Well, you need to walk around to the guard shack and ask Mark if he'll
cover for you until you can replace him.  Jonathan, you'll need to talk
with Derrick about covering for you," Mr. Curtis explained.  "Paul and
Jonathan, I'm willing to allow last minute changes like this only once;
next time, you guys need to work out your recreational activities,
beforehand.  I don't like last minute schedule changes.  Do I make myself
clear?"

Paul and Jonathan chorused, "Yes, sir!"

"Good.  Now, enjoy your time with the boys, and I'll talk to you both in an
hour," he said.

Greg ended the call and said, "Guys go talk with Mark and Derrick and meet
us back here.  I believe Glenn has a package of new swimsuits you can
choose from when you get back."

The two guys grinned at each other, before turning to go find their
co-workers.  A few minutes later, they both returned, their excitement
evident on their faces.

Jonathan said, "We're ready to go swimming!"

I stood up, and said, "Follow me, boys!"  I led them inside the house and
down the hallway to Peyton's room.  I opened the door and pointed to the
bed, where the new swimsuits were still laid out.  "You can choose any one
of those."

Paul grinned, and asked, "Do I get to keep it?"

I laughed and said, "Certainly."

Paul walked over and picked up a bright yellow bikini.  He quickly stripped
off his uniform and pulled it on.  "How do I look?"

I looked him over and said, "You look good enough to eat."

He grinned broadly.  "I'm ready to go."

"There are clean towels in the bathroom.  Grab a couple of them," I said.
I turned to Jonathan, who was fingering a powder blue mesh bikini.  I
walked over and put my arm around his waist.  "Jonathan, I would love to
see you in that one; but, if you're not comfortable showing yourself off,
you might want to choose something with a solid fabric."

He turned his head and looked me in the eyes.  "I'm not sure what I want,
Glenn.  You guys are so cool to be around.  I think I'll try it."

"I think it's a good choice," I said.  "May I kiss you?"  Jonathan looked
at me in surprise, but nodded his head.  I put my hands around his neck and
kissed him.  At first, he stiffened in my arms.  As I deepened the kiss, he
relaxed and put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.  I felt
his steel pole poking me.  When we came up for air, I looked into his eyes,
and said, "Thank you.  That was fantastic!"  Jonathan blushed.  "You're so
cute when you blush."

He laughed, self-consciously.  "I just hope I don't make Rick jealous."

"He knows I'm a big flirt," I said, laughing.  "Besides, you're so good
looking, he won't begrudge me a good kiss."

I released him, and said, "You'd better get changed."

Jonathan stripped out of his uniform.  His cock popped free of his briefs,
as he pulled them off.  He reached over and picked up the swimsuit he had
chosen.  He pulled it on and tried to push his cock inside it, but it
wouldn't stay put.  He looked up at me and shrugged.

"I can take care of that for you, if you want," I said, grinning broadly.

He said, "I've never had anyone give me a blowjob before.  Are you sure
Rick won't get angry?"

I grinned and got on my knees in front of him.  "I'm sure Rick won't mind."

He had lots of curly dark pubic hair surrounding his gorgeous cock.  I
reached up to pull on his balls, which were huge.  I swallowed the whole
thing, burying it deep in my throat.  I heard Jonathan's sudden intake of
breath, as I began bobbing up and down, paying special attention to the
sensitive spot near the tip of his cock!

Paul walked back into the room, and exclaimed, "Damn!"

I ignored him and concentrated on giving Jonathan the best blowjob he had
ever experienced.  It wasn't long before he gave me what I wanted!

Afterward, Jonathan pulled me up and kissed me.  "That was mind blowing,
Glenn."

I grinned, taking his cock in my hand.  "Now it will fit in your swimsuit."
I tucked his now deflated cock inside his swimsuit.

He grinned back at me.  "Thanks, Glenn."

Paul walked over to us and said, "That was quite a show."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Paul.  I'll have to take care of you, next time,"
I said, laughing at the expression on his face.

"You're sure Rick won't object?" Paul asked.

"Well, I'm not real sure, but he's let me give blowjobs to Greg and Cory,"
I said.  "I figure he won't object to me giving you blowjobs."  I looked
Jonathan over and said, "You look great in that swimsuit.  The rest of the
guys are going to be SO jealous I got to suck on your cock first."

Jonathan laughed, nervously.  "Do you really think I'm that good looking?"

Paul said, "Jonathan, how many times do we need to tell you, you're drop
dead gorgeous."

I took Jonathan's hand in mine, as we left Peyton's bedroom and retraced
our steps.  We appeared on the pool deck to the appreciative whistles of
the guys.

Peyton motioned them over, and said, "You guys look great."

Paul said, "Thank you."  He posed for everyone, as did Jonathan.

However, Peyton only had eyes for Jonathan.  Jonathan noticed and asked,
"Now that you get to see the whole package, do you still approve?"

Peyton licked his lips.  "Yes, I could take you to bed and fuck your brains
out.  That's how good you look."

Jonathan smiled, and said, "Well, you'll have to wait until I know you
better before I'll let you do that."

Peyton said, "Does this mean you'll let me date you?"

Jonathan said, "Yes, it does."

Paul protested, "Hey!  I thought you said I would get to date you first!"

Jonathan walked over and put his arm around Paul's waist.  "I did say that,
so I guess you'll have to wait your turn, Peyton."

Paul smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Peyton."

Peyton tried to hide his disappointment, but didn't quite manage it.  Paul
walked over to him and sat on the lounge chair with him.  He leaned over
and kissed him.  "May I date you, too?"

Peyton said, "Yes, but how does Jonathan feel about that?"

Instead of answering Peyton's question, Jonathan said, "I need to cool
off."  He surface dived into the pool.

"I think you two have embarrassed him," Cory said.

Greg laughed, and said, "Peyton and Paul, I think you two have got to
figure things out with Jonathan."  He turned to Cory and said, "Let's join
him in the pool."  He took Cory by the hand and led him to the edge of the
pool.

I walked over to Rick and pulled him to his feet.  I wrapped my arms around
his waist.  I looked into his eyes and kissed him.  Then, I whispered,
"Just now, I gave Jonathan a blowjob he won't ever forget."

Rick laughed, and said, "I wondered what had happened to change his mind
about dating Peyton."

I grinned broadly.  "I figured it was worth trying.  I had a sense Jonathan
was really gay, but was scared to come out of the closet.  I just helped
him out."

Rick kissed me, and said, "You've always been good at picking out the guys
who are gay."

I said, "Yes, and it was absolutely fantastic!"

Rick's expression quickly changed to one of concern.  "Was sucking him off
better than doing me?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked deeply into his eyes.  "Rick
Lernier, you're the one and only guy for me.  Just because I sucked him
off, doesn't mean I'm angling to switch boyfriends.  You're the one I
love," I said.

Rick kissed me and said, "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have doubted you."

"It's okay," I said.  I turned toward the pool, and continued, "Let's join
the rest of the guys in the pool," I said.

Rick nodded his head in approval.  "I love you, Babe."

"I love you, too," I said, as we jumped into the pool.  We raced back and
forth across the pool.  We played tag and had a great time with the guys.

After an hour, we got out of the pool and dried off.  Paul said, "We need
to get dressed and back on the job before the guys come looking for us."

Jonathan nodded his head in agreement.  "I don't want to make them mad at
us."

We trooped into the house and into Peyton's room.  Greg said, "Grab your
clothes and let's shower in our room.  It's a much bigger shower and we'll
all fit in it."

We agreed and quickly gathered up our clothes.  We followed them upstairs
to their room.  We stripped off our wet swimsuits and hung them up over the
tub to dry.  Greg and Cory turned on all of the shower heads in their
shower, adjusting the temperature, as they did so.

Paul and Jonathan stared in amazement at the shower.  I took Jonathan's
hand and pulled him into one of the showers with me.  I wrapped my arms
around his waist and kissed him deeply.  Rick joined us, taking us both
into his arms.  He kissed me, then kissed Jonathan.  Greg and Cory did the
same with Paul.  We washed each other and enjoyed the feel of bare skin to
bare skin.

Rick said, "It's time for our usual competition."

Jonathan looked at Rick in confusion.  "What competition?"

Greg laughed, and said, "Let me explain."  When he finished, he asked, "Any
questions?"

Paul and Jonathan shook their heads in the negative.  "Then, let's begin,"
Rick said.  After the competition, Rick pumped his fist in the air.  "I'm
still undefeated!"

I kissed him, and said, "You'll always be a winner in my book."

Jonathan said, "I've never had so much fun with a bunch of guys."

I reached over and took his cock in my hand.  "I think we can guarantee
you'll have a lot more fun, from now on."  I stroked him, causing him to
arch his back and thrust against my hand.  I beckoned to Peyton with my
other hand.  He walked over and took over for me.  Peyton kissed him, as he
continued stroking him.  He soon went over the edge, spraying his load on
Peyton's chest and stomach.

Jonathan sagged against Peyton, who wrapped his arms around him and held
him close.  Paul came up behind them and hugged Jonathan from behind.
Peyton kissed Paul.

Greg said, "Guys, I hate to break up this party, but my cell phone is
ringing.  I will almost be willing to bet it's Mr. Curtis, calling to find
out where you are."

The three guys separated and quickly washed up.  We turned off the showers
and dried each other off.  We got dressed and headed back downstairs.  We
met Grandpa and Mr. Curtis at the foot of the stairs.

Mr. Curtis looked at us and smiled.  "I had an idea you were still enjoying
yourselves."

Grandpa said, "I can see they were doing just that."  He noted Paul was
holding Jonathan's hand as they came down the stairs.  Sheriff Smith had
already told him his son might be gay, so he wasn't surprised to see him
holding hands with Paul.

Mr. Curtis said, "Paul, I need you to replace Derrick.  He's long overdue
for a break.  Jonathan, you need to find Mark and get a report from him.
He's been patrolling the perimeter of the farm."

Both of them chorused, "Yes, sir."  They passed Mr. Curtis and Grandpa on
their way to the front door.  They kissed each other and went their
separate ways.

Grandpa said, "Peyton, are you ready to begin your training?"

"Yes, I'm ready," Peyton said.  "I need to get the monitor."  He went down
the hallway to his room and returned with his ankle monitor on, and a back
pack.

Mr. Curtis pointed to the back pack, and asked, "Is that the battery pack
for the monitor?"

"Yes," Peyton said.  "I made sure it was charged last night."

"Good.  The boys will be here shortly, to take you out on the farm,"
Grandpa said.

As if they had heard Grandpa talking about them, Bob, Jasper, Corey and
Dylan walked in the door.  They walked over and surrounded Peyton in a
group hug.

They pulled back, and Bob asked, "Are you ready to begin working?  You've
been on vacation for the last six weeks.  It's time to get you up and
about."

Peyton smiled, and replied, "I'm ready.  I want to learn as much as I can.
You and your family have done so much for me, it's the least I can do."

Corey said, "Correction, Peyton.  It's OUR family, not YOUR family.
Remember, you're part of this family, too."

Peyton's eyes were bright with tears.  "I'm sorry.  I do remember, but it
just came out that way."

Corey kissed him gently on the lips.  "You're forgiven, but you've got to
get it through your head YOU'RE FAMILY!"

When Corey released him, I asked, "Do I get to train him on how to run the
tractor?"

Rick laughed.  "No, you don't.  Last time you were on the tractor you
nearly got us both killed."

I looked up at Rick and said, in protest, "I did not!"

Bob said, "Well, you did give us all a scare."

Rick put his arm around my shoulders.  "Let's just say that Bob and Corey
would be better teachers."

I folded my arms across my chest and put a pout on my face.  Peyton
laughed.  "Glenn, you can show me how to run the tractor, but it sounds
like I'll need supplemental instructions from Bob and Corey."

Grandpa said, "Well said, Peyton.  I think you'll make an excellent lawyer
after all.  Let's move this meeting outside.  We have a lot of work to do
to get ready to begin harvesting the peaches."

We spent the rest of the day working in the peach orchards surrounding my
grandparents' home.  Later that evening, Rick and I were in our room
getting ready for bed when we heard a knock on the door.

I walked over and opened the door to see Peyton standing there.  "Please
come in."  I stood back to let him into the room.  I closed the door and
turned to face him.  "What's up?"

Rick, who was already in bed, sat up and said, "Sit down, Peyton."

Peyton had a troubled expression on his face as he sat next to Rick.  I sat
next to him on the other side.  "I'm worried I'll let Grandpa down."

"Why do you think that?" I asked, wondering what had brought this on.

"I don't think I did as well today as he thought I would," he replied.

"I don't think Grandpa was disappointed in you, if that's what had you
worried," I said.

"No, it was just a feeling I got," he said, still frowning.

"I think you're just being paranoid," I said.  "If Grandpa thought you were
slacking, he would have said something to you.  Did he pull you aside, or
something?"

"No, he didn't, but I did overhear him talking to Mr. Curtis about doing
something about the monitoring device," he said.

"What about it?" Rick asked.

"Grandpa said he didn't see the need for it, anymore.  He was talking to
Mr. Curtis about working out some other arrangement with my parole
officer," Peyton said.

"Well, that doesn't sound like it's a problem.  I thought you didn't like
wearing it," Rick said.

"I don't, but I'm not sure what the alternative would be.  It might be
something worse," Peyton said.

I thought for a moment.  "You can always talk with Mr. Diven about it.  I
can't imagine he'll agree to remove the electronic tracking device at this
point.  When you had your casts on, it really didn't make sense to me to
have such a device.  However, now, that your mobile, it makes much more
sense."

"I just don't want to let Grandpa down, after all he has done for me,"
Peyton said.

There was another knock on the door.  I stood up from the bed and walked
over to open the door.  Greg and Cory walked in and sat down on our bed.
Greg said, "We thought we would find you here."

Peyton smiled at him.  "I needed to talk to Rick and Glenn."

"We wanted to make sure you made it to our bedroom.  It's our turn to sleep
with you," Cory said.

Smiling at them, Peyton said, "I haven't forgotten."

"He isn't sure Grandpa is happy with his work," Rick said.

Peyton nodded his head.  "I'm afraid of disappointing him."

Greg put his arm around Peyton's shoulders.  "Don't worry about that.
Grandpa has made it clear you're part of the family."

"I know.  He talked to me about changing my name to Scarborough.  He
offered to adopt me as he has you, Greg.  I told him I didn't want to bring
dishonor to his name, because of my prison record," Peyton said.  "He said
the only dishonor that could result from changing my name would be if I
ended up back in jail."

"Which isn't going to happen," Greg said.

Peyton said, with feeling, "Not if I can help it."

Greg said, "Grandpa has talked to me about helping you get back on your
feet.  Cory and I have promised him we'll do what we can to help you be
successful in whatever career choice you make."

Peyton ducked his head and looked down at the floor.  Greg reached over and
put his hand under his chin.  He raised it up, until Peyton met his gaze.
"Peyton, we love you."

Tears were flowing down his cheeks, as he tried to speak.  He cleared his
throat and managed to say, "I know."

Greg wiped the tears from his cheeks, and said, "Come to bed, Babe."  He
stood up and took Peyton by the hand.  Cory took his other hand, and led
him out of our bedroom, closing the door behind themselves.

I climbed into bed and turned off the light.  Rick pulled me into his arms
and kissed me tenderly.  "I love you, Babe."

"I love you, too," I replied.  "Rick, is there something we can do to help
build Peyton's confidence in himself?"

"I don't know, but I'm still worried about his mental and emotional state.
He seems extremely fragile right now," Rick said.

"I agree with your assessment.  I'm wondering if Jonathan can help him," I
said.

Rick said, "I'm not sure.  I'm almost afraid of involving Paul and Jonathan
in Peyton's recovery; because, if anything were to ever go wrong between
one of them and Peyton, he would be completely devastated.  He is just
beginning to feel confident enough to hope to have a normal relationship
with someone."

"Do you think we should speak to Paul and Jonathan about it?" I asked.

"Maybe.  Let's think on it and we'll talk about it tomorrow, when we are
both fresh," Rick said.  "Right now, I need you to fuck me."

Rick began caressing my body and kissing me all over.  After a while, I
said, "On your back, Babe."

He complied with my request.  I looked down into his eyes as I moved into
position.  I saw his love for me reflected there.  I leaned down and kissed
him passionately.  When we surfaced for air, I whispered, huskily, "I love
you."

He nibbled on my earlobe and said, "Show me how much you love me."  That
was all the encouragement I needed!

*** ***

Jonathan lay awake, staring at the ceiling.  He had returned home from work
and had gone straight to his room.  He had a lot to think about.  The
experiences he had today with the guys at the Scarborough place had his
mind reeling.  He had never had sex with a guy before, but, after this
morning, he wanted to have sex with several of the guys.  Glenn had given
him a blowjob that made him hard just thinking about it.  Then, there was
Peyton.

He was worried what his father would think if he found out he wanted to
date an ex-convict.  He knew he wouldn't countenance it while he was still
on parole.  However, Peyton would be a free man in a few months.  He could
date Paul, in the meantime.  He had been very frank with Paul that he was
mainly interested in dating Peyton.  Paul had thanked him for being honest
with him, but it was obvious he was hurt.  Jonathan had tried to soften the
blow to Paul's ego; but, everything he said only made things worse.  He had
finally given up and kept his mouth shut.

During the course of the day, he had overheard Mr. Curtis talking with
Grandpa about him and his Dad.  That was when he realized his Dad suspected
he was gay.  He had wondered if Dad knew when he had suggested he take the
security job at the Scarborough place.  Jonathan had known the Scarboroughs
had several gay family members.  Everyone in the county knew that.  The
news of the twin's marriage to their husbands had been the gossip of the
county.  Jonathan had also known about Rick and Glenn.  His Dad had helped
Grandpa hire Mr. Curtis and his security team.

He wondered if he should come out to his parents, or wait until Peyton was
free.  Waiting would give him time to get to know Peyton better, before he
announced he was gay to his parents.  With that decided in his mind, he
rolled onto his side and went to sleep.

*** ***

A few weeks later, Peyton returned from his weekly therapy session.
Grandpa had driven him in the Porsche.  Peyton had grown to love the time
he spent alone with Grandpa.  They talked about many things.  It seemed to
Peyton Grandpa had done everything, or, at least, knew something about
everything in the world.

It was during one of their trips into town when Grandpa said, "I want you
to seriously consider changing your name as soon as you're off parole."

Peyton looked over at Grandpa, and asked, "Why do you feel so strongly
about it, Grandpa?"

"I think it's important for you to start fresh.  It's not that you're
trying to hide from your record, Peyton.  It has to do with your mental and
emotional state.  I think changing your name will assist in your recovery.
I know you're making a strong recovery, but I think it will be even better
if we can get you set up in a new life where you can begin anew," Grandpa
said.

"Grandpa, I don't want to run from my past.  It's part of me and I'm part
of it," Peyton said.  "It's who I am."

Grandpa said, "I understand that, Peyton.  I'm not asking you to run from
what you've done.  I'm more concerned about your mental and emotional
condition.  I need you to be completely healed from the trauma you've
suffered.  I've talked with your therapist about what it will take to get
you to where you need to be.  One of the suggestions he made was to change
your name and move to an area where you are completely free of anything
that will trigger memories of what happened to you in prison."

"I can't just leave everything behind.  For one thing, I love Rick and
Glenn very much, and I'll be reminded of what happened every time I see
them.  I know you're not going to ask me to abandon them," Peyton
responded.

Grandpa was silent for a few minutes.  "Okay, you're right about Rick and
Glenn.  I won't push you to change your name anymore.  Thank you for at
least listening to me.  I want what is best for you, Peyton."

Peyton smiled.  "I am the one who should be thanking you, Grandpa.  No one
has believed in me more than you."

"So, now that's settled, talk to me about Paul and Jonathan," Grandpa said.

Peyton turned his head and looked out the window.  He didn't know what to
tell Grandpa.  Paul had been dating Jonathan.  He had tried not to be
jealous of Paul, but it pained him to see the two of them together.

He said, "Grandpa, I think I'm in love with Jonathan; but, he made a
commitment to Paul to date him, first, if he decided to date a guy."

"Have you talked to Jonathan about your feelings for him?" Grandpa asked.

"No, I haven't.  We've never been alone together long enough for me to talk
to him," Peyton said.

"Well, I think I can arrange for that to happen," Grandpa said.

Peyton said, "Please don't interfere, Grandpa.  I want Jonathan, but I
don't want Paul to be hurt in the process."

After that, they talked of other things.  It wasn't long before they
arrived back at the farm.  Peyton climbed out of the car and was met by
Paul.  Paul pulled him into an embrace and kissed him.  This didn't seem
out of the ordinary to him, because Paul was always affectionate with him.

However, he looked over Paul's shoulder and met Jonathan's eyes.  A look of
jealously was on his face.  Peyton waved him over.  He shook his head.
Peyton was surprised at the intensity of emotion displayed on Jonathan's
face.  He was confused, as well.  Peyton was certain Jonathan knew he was
interested in dating him, and didn't have any romantic designs on Paul.  He
had made it very clear Paul was just a friend, and nothing more.  He had
also made his desire to date Jonathan known to everyone.

Seeing the look on Peyton's face, Paul turned to see who was behind him.
He saw Jonathan standing in the shadow of the garage.  He turned back to
Peyton.  "You know he's in love with you."

Peyton looked at him in shock and surprise.  "You're joking!  How can the
Sheriff's son be in love with me?  Sheriff Smith would never let his son
have anything to do with an ex-con.  Besides, he's been dating you."

"That doesn't change the fact Jonathan has fallen hard for you," Paul said.
"I've tried to discourage him, because I want him for myself.  However, he
only has eyes for you, Peyton.  I've done my best to win him over to me,
but it hasn't been enough."

Peyton asked, "Are you sure?"

Paul met Peyton's gaze.  "I'm absolutely certain.  Believe me, I don't have
a reason to tell you otherwise.  I think you should go over and talk to
him."

Following Paul's advice, Peyton walked over to where Jonathan was standing
and said, "Jonathan, can we talk?"

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."

"Let's go inside," Peyton said.  Jonathan followed Peyton inside the house.
They walked down the hall to Peyton's room.  As soon as the door was
closed, Peyton turned and wrapped his arms around Jonathan.  "May I kiss
you?"

Jonathan grinned.  "Yes."  They kissed deeply, as Peyton molded his body to
Jonathan's.  When they surfaced for air, Jonathan said, "Wow! You're a much
better kisser than Paul!"

Peyton smiled and said, "I've had a lot more practice.  Let's talk."

They walked over to the Peyton's bed and sat down.  Peyton took Jonathan's
hand in his.  "Jonathan, before we go any further, do you realize who I
am."

Jonathan said, "You're a member of the Scarborough family."

Peyton said, "Yes, that's true; but, I'm an ex-con, or will be in a few
months.  Do you know what that means?"

"Yes, it means you need someone to care for you and love you, even more
than anyone else," Jonathan said, squeezing Peyton's hand.

"What about your dad?" Peyton asked.  "What will he do?"

"Nothing.  He knows I'm gay," he replied.

"But he's the sheriff," Peyton said.

"So, that won't stop him from accepting you as my boyfriend," Jonathan
said.

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

"Yes, I do.  I don't want to share you with anyone else," Jonathan said.

"What about Paul?" Peyton asked, worried that Jonathan would still feel
obligated to date Paul.

"Paul knows I've fallen in love with you," Jonathan said.  "I told him I
was going to tell you how I felt about you."

"Well, he told me, few minutes ago, you had fallen in love with me," Peyton
said.

Jonathan said, "I thought that's what had happened, when you walked over to
me."

Peyton said, "We need to talk about Rick and Glenn.  I'm very close to
them, and to Greg and Cory."

"I know they have been sleeping with you every night since you got out of
prison," Jonathan said.  "I want you to continue to do that until you're
off parole.  That way, my Dad can't complain I'm sleeping with a parolee.
I thought we could unofficially date, between now and then.  You know, like
the old fashioned kind of dating."

"You mean like courting?" Peyton asked, surprised.

"Yes, that's it.  I think it would be best for both of us.  We need to get
to know each other better; and it will provide us the time to do that,
without the pressure of a sexual relationship," Jonathan said.

Peyton nodded his head in agreement.  "It will also give me time to fix
what's wrong with my head.  I'm still pretty messed up.  I'm not sure you
want to be involved with me, Jonathan."

Jonathan said, "That sounds like something my Dad would say.  Honestly,
Peyton, I don't know either, but I'm willing to explore our feelings for
each other.  I've never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, before."

Peyton said, "Well, let's start by going on a date, tonight.  I can't go
anywhere, so you'll have to come here."

Jonathan grinned.  "I know.  I was thinking we could have a game night with
the guys.  I love playing board games."

Peyton rolled his eyes.  "I can't believe you like board games."

Jonathan said, "Well, start believing, Peyton.  You're going to like
playing them, too."

Peyton gave a sigh of resignation.  "Okay.  Is there anything else I need
to know?"

"Yes.  I'm a virgin.  I've been saving myself for that special someone who
will become my spouse.  I wanted to make it clear I won't have casual sex
with you."

Peyton said, "So, I can't get you into my bed unless I marry you.  Is that
it?"

Jonathan nodded and stood up, and said, "That's right.  You might be able
to convince me to share your bed if we're engaged; but I won't just hop in
the sack with you.  I need to get back to work so we can have that date
tonight."

Peyton stood up and pulled him into his arms.  "I want a kiss to tide me
over until you're off work."

They kissed passionately, letting their hands roam over each other's
bodies.  When they parted, Peyton said, "Damn!  You've got me all horny."

Jonathan laughed, and guided Peyton's hand to his very hard steel pole.
"You've got no room to complain."

Peyton squeezed Jonathan's package and kissed him, again.  "Alright, I
won't complain."

They adjusted themselves before leaving Peyton's room.  Jonathan went out
the front door, to return to his post; while Peyton went in search of
Grandpa.  He found him in his study.  He tapped on the door and asked, "May
I come in?"

Grandpa looked up and motioned for Peyton to join him.  "Please, have a
seat."

Peyton said, "Grandpa, Jonathan and I are now boyfriends."

Grandpa smiled.  "I figured that was going to be the case, when you went
into the house with him."

"We decided we're going to just date, until I'm off parole.  After that, I
want to marry Jonathan," Peyton said.

"Does Jonathan know this?" Grandpa asked.

"No, he doesn't.  But, I hope that, by the time I'm free, he'll say `yes'
when I propose marriage to him.  I wanted to get your approval, Grandpa,"
Peyton said.

Grandpa said, "Well, I've known Jonathan's family for a long time.  They
are a very fine family.  I will support you in your efforts to convince
Jonathan to marry you.  As I promised, I have begun paying you for your
work on the farm.  I've set up a bank account in your name; and when you're
ready to buy a ring, we'll go into town to pull the money you need."

Hearing Grandpa had already set up a bank account for him and had been
paying him for his work, caused Peyton to choke up with emotion.  He had
thought he was working to earn his room and board.  He had forgotten
Grandpa had promised to pay him for his labor on the farm.  He finally
managed to swallow the lump in his throat.  "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Don't thank me, Peyton.  You've earned every penny of the money I've paid
into your account," he responded.  He pulled out a folder and passed it
over to Peyton.  "That is an accounting of the hours you've worked and how
much I've paid you.  There is also a bank statement, showing the current
balance in your account."

Peyton looked over the papers and whistled when he saw how much money was
in his bank account.  "You're paying me too much money, Grandpa."

"I'll be the judge of that, Peyton.  You need to remember I'm the employer
here, and I set the wages," Grandpa said, pinning Peyton with a meaningful
gaze.  "I'll not have you arguing with me over your pay."

Peyton nodded his head and said, "I'm sorry, Grandpa.  I didn't mean to
offend you."

Grandpa said, "You didn't offend me, Peyton.  I wanted to make it clear I
see the wages you're being paid as just compensation for your work here on
the farm."

Peyton said, "Thank you, Grandpa.  You've been more than generous with me."

"Stop right there, Peyton.  You're family and I'm paying you the same wages
I pay any other member of my family who works on the farm," Grandpa said.
With that statement, Peyton finally understood he was on equal footing with
the rest of the guys who were working with him on the farm.  Seeing Peyton
understood, Grandpa continued, "Yes, I'm paying Greg, Cory, Bob, Jasper,
Corey and Dylan the same wages I'm paying you.  Of course, I expect you'll
continue to do your best."

Peyton nodded his head and said, "I'll do that, Grandpa."

Grandpa said, "Speaking of work, aren't you needed down in the south
orchard?"

Peyton nodded his head.  "Yes, I'd forgotten about that.  I'm on my way."

Grandpa smiled and said, "We'll talk more, later, about how we're going to
finance your college education.  For now, you had better join the rest of
the guys; before they send someone looking for you."

Peyton stood up and handed the folder back to Grandpa.  He said, "Thank
you, Grandpa."

He walked out of Grandpa's study and walked down the hallway to the front
door.  He was in a little bit of a daze from what he had just learned about
the state of his personal finances.  He stumbled as he turned toward the
orchard.  Jonathan saw him stumble and ran over to Peyton.

"Are you alright?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, I'm okay.  Just a little stunned by what I just learned," Peyton
said.

Jonathan looked at him in confusion.  "What did you just learn?"

"Grandpa has been paying me an outrageous sum of money for working on the
farm," Peyton said.

"So why are you upset about that?" Jonathan said.  "Grandpa has always said
he would pay you, and pay you generously."

Peyton nodded his head.  "I guess I didn't believe him."

Jonathan asked, "Haven't you learned to trust Grandpa?"

Peyton shook his head.  "I guess I haven't."

Jonathan laughed.  "Well, you had better start.  My Dad says you can always
trust Grandpa to be a man of his word."

Peyton said, "I understand that now."

Jonathan gave Peyton a quick kiss.  "Aren't you supposed to be helping in
the south orchard?"

Peyton said, "Yes.  I'm headed there now."

He left Jonathan and walked between the rows of peach trees toward the
south orchard.  He still was having difficulty believing he wasn't living a
dream.  He was afraid he would wake up and find it wasn't real!