Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 03:55:11 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: TWO MINUTE WARNING 20

Disclaimer: This story has everything - Jocks, Marines, Danger, Intrigue
and lots of sex. What else is there?

Dedicated to: Dawn, Mark and Amy

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TWO MINUTE WARNING - CHAPTER 20
by RimPig   2005

EPILOGUE

"Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Eat my butt! Shove your fuckin' tongue all the way up my
hole!" I was moaning as I lay face down on the bed, my ass in the air and
Cole eagerly eating me out.

I heard a low growl behind me and smiled to myself. Cole never seemed to
tire of eating my butt, just as I never tired of eating his. In the five
years since I had found Cole in that dingy little bar, our love life just
kept getting better and better. You would think that as we spent more time
together, things would have settled into a less 'athletic' union between
us, but it seemed that just the opposite had happened. It was like we were
teenagers again and just couldn't get enough of each other. Love will do
that.

I turned my head and looked out the large open window, gazing at the white
sand beach and the blue waters of the Caribbean just outside the front door
of our home on St. John's Island in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Who ever said
that crime didn't pay was full of shit! However, busting up crime seemed,
at times, to pay even better! Cole and I had bought the large house and
estate from the bankruptcy sale of one of the major partners of Schuster
and Callum several years ago and since then, had made some
improvements. First of all, besides the main, two story, 6 bedroom house
there was now a single level, two bedroom house and two cottages.

The smaller house we built for Mark and Andy. It was a good thing that we
did make it two bedrooms because as I raised my head a little, I could see
Mark and Andy playing in the warm waters near the shore with the little
three year old boy, Ty, that they were in the process of adopting. The two
cottages were also occupied at the moment - one with Debbie and her
boyfriend, or should I say fianc^Â, Mike, since they had announced their
engagement last night at dinner. The other cottage was occupied by Diego
and his little 'maricon' who's name turned out to be Desi. Desi was a
beautiful 22 year old Puerto Rican boy who Diego had finally admitted he
was in love with several years ago and they became lovers. He and Diego had
an apartment one floor below us in New York, something I arranged after
both sets of parents disowned them for being Gay.

Debbie, Diego, Andy and I still constituted the "BIA" - BJ's Investigative
Agency and we were all down here at Cole's and my Caribbean estate on two
weeks of R&R after busting a Cambodian drug ring that was bringing vast
quantities of 'China White' into the US with the help of some not very
honest US Customs and DEA agents who were now awaiting trial in Federal
Court and looking at long sentences in maximum security federal prisons.

Cole and Mark were taking some time away from their business. Cole's idea
for a men's gym had paid off in spades! Called simply COLE'S, there were
now four of them: New York, Chicago, LA and San Francisco with another to
open in Fort Lauderdale in a couple of months. There was even talk of going
international. Cole was now CEO of the corporation and Mark was the
Operations Manager. The two seemed to get along incredibly well together,
even though Mark was well aware that his lover, Andy, and Cole had been bed
partners at one time and Andy had even been in love with Cole at one
point. Watching Cole and Mark together was like watching an older and a
younger brother together - with all the kidding and 'one-upping' but with a
deep, abiding affection for one another. Mark and Andy also now lived in
our building and the four of us had become like one extended family. I
might also mention that Cole repaid, against my wishes, half of the
investment I made to start COLE'S within two years of the Grand
Opening. The corporation now had six stock holders. Yes, you guessed it:
Cole, Mark, Andy, Diego, Debbie and me. We could have all retired just on
that stock alone.

I felt Cole's tongue leave my butt and I knew what was coming next. I just
didn't know how. I wondered if Cole wanted me the way I was or on my back
so I looked over my shoulder at him.  He was between my legs, busily
milking his cock of his copious pre-cum, lubing my butt for the fucking
that I was about to get. I guess he'd decided it was too much trouble to
have me turn over and he was too eager to get into my butt to wait while I
did.

I lay my head back down on my arms and relaxed my hole as I felt the head
of Cole's cock begin nudging into my ass crack. Yeah! Just what I loved
most in the world - the feeling of Cole's cock spreading my chute and
fucking me like the horny high school football jock that he used to be!
Cole slid all the way inside me and then lay down fully on top of me, just
resting there with his cock completely buried in my ass. His arms came
around mine and his mouth was at my ear.

"Happy, BJ?" he murmured.

"Happier than anyone has any right to be." I murmured back.

"I love you." Cole said simply and sincerely.

"I know that. And I love you. Even more than I love that cock of yours
that's giving me such delicious feelings inside." I said.

"Mmm. Yeah! I do love your fuckin' hole wrapped so tight around my cock
like it is." he groaned.

Just then we heard squeals from the beach and both of us turned out heads
to look out the open window. Mark and Andy were tossing Ty through the air
to each other and the little 3 year old was having the time of his life
with his two 'Daddies'.

"God! They look so happy together." I mused.

"You sorry we didn't adopt a kid, BJ?" Cole asked.

"Maybe in some ways, but I had my hands full raising you!" I chuckled.

"Very funny!" he said and slammed his hips forward, jabbing his cock
further up my chute.

"Oof! Mmm! That felt really good!" I groaned.

"Hey! I'm serious. Do you miss not having a kid?" Cole asked again.

"Why all the questions? I somehow get the feeling that it's you who misses
it." I said.

"Well...maybe. It would be nice." Cole said quietly.

There was one thing about my lover that I could never seem to change. In
business and social situations Cole could be so direct that he, at times,
bordered on crude. But when it came to me, and to emotional situations, he
could never seem to just come right out and say what he was feeling. But I
had known and loved him all my life, so I knew what was going on here.

"The social worker who's handling the adoption for Mark and Andy told me
about an eight year old little boy who has been put up for adoption after
the parents went to prison for abusing him. I told her that I'd talk to you
about him." I said.

"So when were you going to tell me?" Cole asked.

"When you brought it up. I figured you would, if that's what you wanted. I
kind of figured that you seeing Andy and Mark with Ty would make you
finally say something." I said.

"BJ, you are very sneaky! Did you know that?" Cole said, chuckling.

"I'm a reporter, remember? Comes with the territory. And you're one to
talk! You're a fucking lawyer!" I said in mock indignation.

"EX-lawyer!" Cole insisted.

"That's the worst kind!" I chuckled.

"I'm also an ex-jock." he murmured as he began to slowly grind his cock
further into my hole.

"So let's see you fuck like one!" I groaned.

"You got it, babe!" he said.

And I did get it! Every fucking inch. Over and over, slamming into my guts
until my cock couldn't take anymore and I spewed cum all over the fucking
bed beneath me. Cole slammed a few more times into my ass and then I could
feel his cock jerking inside me as load after load of his thick, white,
jock cum ricocheted off the walls of my well fucked asshole. Cole collapsed
on top of me, panting and sweating and we actually drifted off to sleep for
a few minutes that way.  We woke as my ass pushed Cole's softened cock out
and Cole slid down me until his face was once again buried in my ass-cleft
and licking and sucking his load out of my hole. I loved when he did this
because, not only did it feel fantastic, he always shared the load of cum
and assjuice with me when he was done. This time was no exception as he
crawled up the bed and I flipped over on my back. Cole's mouth came down on
mine and I opened in time to catch the glob of ass-flavored cum which
flowed into me. We tongued out each other's mouths for a few moments and
then the phone on the side of the bed rang. Cole groaned.

"Fuck!" he growled. "You answer it, BJ."

I reached for the phone and it was the guard that manned the little
gatehouse at the entrance to our estate.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Mr. BJ, there is a man here, says that you know him. He's some kind of
federal agent from the US Government. His name is Neil Plasner." the guard
said.

"Yes. I know him. Let him through." I said. "I've got to get up, Cole. It
seems that the Director of the New York office of Andy's former agency has
come to visit."

"Oh, fuck! That can't be good news!" Cole said.

"No, it probably isn't. However, I promise you, no matter what he wants, it
can wait until this vacation is over!" I said firmly.

"You tell 'im, babe!" Cole said, leaning over and kissing me gently.

I got up out of the bed and started pulling on a pair of shorts.

"Aren't you gonna shower, BJ? I mean, we both smell like sex - hot, sweaty
man-sex at that."  Cole asked.

"Fuck no! He'll just have to get used to it. After all, he's the one
disturbing my vacation." I said, heading towards the door of the bedroom,
only to stop and turn around. "Cole, would you please go down to the beach
and let Andy know that Neil is here. I guess he should be involved in this
meeting."

"Sure, babe." he said and started pulling on a pair of shorts himself.

As I walked into the living room, I noticed that Neil had been given coffee
by Marina, our housekeeper. Here on the island, unlike at home in New York,
we had servants. Just two. Marina and her husband Juan who acted as
gardener and handyman. They also lived on the estate and kept watch on
things when we weren't there. The guards that manned the front gate and
patrolled the estate were off-duty policemen that we hired from the local
constabulary.

"So to what do I owe the 'pleasure' of this visit, Neil?" I said, letting
him know from my tone of voice that it wasn't any type of pleasure for me.

"I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, BJ, but I had a meeting at the
White House yesterday and I had to talk with you face to face." Neil said.

"Andy's on his way in, why don't we wait until he gets here so we don't
have to go over it twice." I said.

At that moment, Marina appeared with a tray with more coffee cups, a large
silver pot of coffee and some of her home-made cookies.

"Thank you, Marina." I said, taking the coffee and sitting down in one of
the comfortable chairs.  "Andy's on his way in as well. Please let him know
that we're in here."

"Yes, Mr. BJ." she said.

As often as I asked them to, Marina and Juan just couldn't bring themselves
to drop the 'Mister' when they spoke to Cole and me.

Mark came in, still wet from the ocean and Marina went and got him a towel
to dry off with then left us alone.

"Okay, Neil, you had a meeting at the White House. How does that concern
us?" I asked.

"The White House is aware of your activities - and your successes." Neil
said.

"My stuff is usually front page of the New York Times and the Washington
Post, Neil. Everybody is aware of our activities and successes." I said.

"However, the White House is also aware of your ability to, shall we say,
ferret out information that has eluded other more regular government
investigations." Neil informed me.

"That's usually because the government's hands are tied by the courts in
ways that ours aren't."  Andy spoke up.

"All the more reason why this meeting had to be face to face and totally
confidential." Neil said.

"Okay, so what is this all about. What does the White House want and,
better yet, why should I care? You know I don't support the current
administration." I said.

"I'm aware of that. However, the White House isn't aware of that. And, in
my opinion, this is something that you will care about very much." he said.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this one!" I said, the sarcasm dripping from my
voice.

"No, really. You will, BJ. It seems that our agency bumped into some very
interesting information while we were wrapping up the situation with those
Cambodians. It would appear that they were not just transporting China
White into this country. They were transporting something else out."  he
said.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Little boys." he said.

I stared at Neil for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell he was
talking about.

"Little boys? What for?" I asked, stupidly.

"For love slaves." Neil said.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said.

"I wish I was." he stated. "It seems that there is a very lively traffic in
young, white American boys for use in brothels and for the 'boy-toys' of
some very wealthy men in Cambodia, Burma and Thailand. We got wind of some
of this human trafficking from messages we found when we raided their
warehouse. It seems that when they brought in the drugs, they would take a
shipment of boys back with them on the same cargo ships."

"Fuck!" Andy said.

"You can say that again!" I voiced to Andy. "So what do you want me to do
about it?"

"Well, we have a pretty good idea of who is heading up their little slave
ring here in the US." Neil said.

"Let me guess," I said. "Someone working in the embassy who has diplomatic
immunity and you can't touch him. Right?"

"Exactly." he said. "We want you to investigate this man, we want to know
who his contacts are, how he's getting the money out of the country and, if
possible, who his contacts are in Cambodia, Thailand and Burma."

"You don't want much. Why don't you use the spooks at the CIA for this?" I
asked.

"The situation with those countries is rather delicate diplomatically at
the moment - especially since the embarrassment over the drug
smuggling. The White House and State Department are afraid that if this is
seen as a government investigation, if word would leak out about what CIA
was doing, it would cause a major diplomatic incident which nobody
wants. Our idea is to get the information and then quietly confront the
offending governments with it. If they don't play ball, then we let them
know that it will be blasted all over the front page of every newspaper in
the world." Neil explained.

"I take it you don't much trust the operational security at Langley?" I
asked.

"No, not at the moment. The agency is still going through some
reorganization and the linkages to the Office of Homeland Security make
things somewhat dicey, to say the least." he admitted.

"What about your agency?" Andy asked of his old boss.

"We're to liaison with you and to supply you with whatever help we can. We
can cut through a lot of red tape for you, for one thing." Neil said.

"From what you're saying, if we're actually successful, I won't be able to
publish any of this." I said.

"That's true, BJ, but, on the other hand, it will engender some pretty
powerful debt with the Administration for you." he said.

I laughed at this.

"And what the fuck would I do with that? Influence a road construction
bill? Fuck that! If the White House wants this done and kept under wraps
then they need to pay for it." I said.

"I told them that would be your stand. Therefore, I've been authorized to
offer you the fee of $3 million dollars for information leading to the
elimination of this slave network." Neil said.

"If you were told to offer three, the real figure must be closer to five or
six." Andy said, grinning.

Neil looked at Andy and I could see the anger flare in his eyes at the
seeming betrayal by his former employee. Then his look softened.

"Okay. Yes, the final offer is $5 million." he said, sheepishly.

"So how long do we have to think about this before we answer?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to fly back tomorrow. I have another meeting at the White
House and I'm supposed to bring the answer then." he said.

"You do realize that we're on vacation, don't you, Neil? My team needs some
downtime after that last little escapade. And so do I." I asked.

"Yes. I realize that. And I'm truly sorry to interrupt like this but they
want an answer by tomorrow. However, I told them that you were on vacation
and they realize that the investigation will have to wait until your
return." Neil said.

"In that case, you can fly home and let them know that we'll take the
case....and the $5 million." I said. "I'll be in touch as soon as we're
back in New York."

"Good, BJ. I knew we could count on you." Neil said, smiling.

"Enjoy the rest of your stay on the island, Neil. Would you like to come
for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"I'd love to, BJ, if nobody minds?" Neil answered.

"We'll try to forget you're a 'fed' for the night." Andy laughed.

"And I'll try to forget you used to work for me!" Neil laughed.

After Neil left, Andy and I sat down to talk.

"You really going to take the money?" he asked.

"Of course. If the White House is offering, I'm taking. However, I think
that I will have a better use for it than just fattening my bank account."
I said.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Well, like funding a rescue operation to get some of those boys back and
then providing care and therapy for them." I said.

Andy looked at me in amazement.

"I never thought of that! But how are you going to rescue them?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm not. But I know some former Navy Seals and Recon Marines that
would love nothing better than to mount that kind of operation." I smiled.

"Hmm...you aren't thinking about my lover, are you?" Andy asked.

"No. I'm not thinking about Mark. I have my own resources where that's
concerned. I wouldn't let Mark get involved in anything that dangerous -
anymore than I would let Cole. What it's going to mean, however, is us
keeping it from him. We both know how he is. He'd be yammering to be
included if he found out about it." I said.

"Don't worry. He's not going to hear about it from me!" Andy said.

"Good. Oh, I should tell you, I think that Ty is going to have an older
'cousin' soon." I grinned.

"Oh?" Andy asked, his interest obvious.

"Yeah, Cole and I were watching you three playing in the water and it
brought up the discussion I had been hoping that Cole would have with
me. He finally admitted that he wanted us to have a child." I said. "And,
after what your social worker told me about that little boy who was abused
by his parents, I figured Cole would jump at the chance to adopt him. And I
was right. I'm going to call her later and let her know." I said.

"Congratulations!" Andy exclaimed and reached over to hug me.

Dinner that night was festive. Marina was an excellent cook and had done a
wonderful dinner of fish and sea scallops. The house had an excellent wine
cellar and our guests drank and talked late into the night. We were
celebrating the coming adoption of Ty by Mark and Andy, the coming nuptials
of Debbie and Mike and, above all, the news that I announced at dinner that
Cole and I were about to adopt ourselves. I could see the surprise on
Neil's face at the news.

"A kid, huh, BJ? Man, you don't know how good you got it without them!"
Neil chuckled.

"How many do you have, Neil?" I asked.

"Three. Two boys and a girl. All in high school and soon headed for
college. I won't be able to retire until I'm 80!" he said.

"And which one would you have not wanted to have?" I asked pointedly.

He looked at me in shock and, then taking time to think about it, had the
good grace to be chagrined at his earlier statement.

"I guess being a father is something all of us want, huh?" Neil asked of no
one in particular.

"It's sure what I want." Cole said. "I want the chance to give some kid
what I never had - my own father's love."

"Luckily, you had my Dad." I said quietly to Cole.

"Yeah. Thank God for your Dad. Hey! We oughta call them and tell them!"
Cole said, perking up out of his morose reverie. He still got this way
occasionally about his father.

"I think we should wait until we have the little boy with us. I don't want
to get their hopes up and have something go wrong." I said.

"What could go wrong?" Cole asked.

"Nothing, I hope. But, I still don't like counting my chickens before
they're hatched." I said.

"Damn, BJ. The older you get, the more careful you get." Cole said.

"Maybe it's what I do that makes me that way. I see too much that goes
wrong in the world." I said.

"Yeah, but at least you're doin' something about it, babe." he said gently
and leaned over and kissed me.

"There is that." I said.

We went back home after a week. Knowing what the situation was of the
little boys who'd been kidnaped and sold into slavery made all of us feel
that we needed to get started on things right away. Besides that, when I
called the social worker in New York, she said that she could place the boy
- Brian was his name - with us whenever we got back. That did it for
Cole. He wanted to go home that day.

When we got home, I called the social worker immediately and she told me
that she would bring Brian to us that afternoon. Cole and I spent the rest
of the morning on pins and needles waiting for them to arrive. When they
did, I got the impression that the social worker was just a little
intimidated by the lavish surroundings of our penthouse. Good! At least she
couldn't claim we didn't have adequate means to take care of the boy.

Brian was small - much smaller than I would have thought. Then I realized
that this little boy had not had good care his entire life. Well, that was
over! From now on, he was getting the very best care that money could buy
and Cole and I had LOTS of money to buy it. He was very quiet when the
social worker, her name was Karen, introduced us. He gravely shook both my
and Cole's hand but didn't say a word. We went into the living room and sat
down.

"Brian, do you play any sports?" Cole asked the little boy.

"No, sir. I don't know how." he said quietly and I was sure he felt somehow
that this was going to make us not want him.

"Well, Cole and I both played football in high school and college. We know
how to play lots of sports. If you want to learn, we'll teach you." I said.

Brian looked at me like I'd just landed in a spaceship from Mars! I guess
he didn't understand the idea of an adult male wanting to teach him
anything.

"Yes, sir! I do want to learn!" he said and it was the first animated
response we were able to get out of him.

"The state will, of course, contribute to his care. You'll get a monthly
check and his healthcare will be provided through Medicaid." Karen said to
us.

"I don't think that either will be necessary." I said. "Look around you. Do
you really think that we don't have the resources to take care of Brian?"

"Oh, no! It's not that, Mr. Bradley. It's the law. All foster children must
be provided for by the State of New York. I realize that in your case it
does seem rather silly. It's just that we have to follow procedures." she
said.

"I understand procedures." I replied. "Okay, you send your check. I take it
there's no law that says that we can't put it away for Brian's college
fund, is there?"

"No. None at all. Brian is a very lucky little boy to have gotten the two
of you for foster parents."  Karen remarked.

"No, Karen. BJ and me, we're the lucky ones - to get a great little boy
like Brian to be our son."  Cole said, grinning at Brian who, at his words,
grinned back.

"You do understand that we intend to move for permanent adoption." I asked.

"Yes, and believe me, I will do anything I can to help the two of you get
it. I just hope you realize that it will take time." she answered.

"Yes, I know..." I said, putting up my hand to stop her
continuing. "Procedures."

"Yes. Procedures. But I'll try to make things as short and as easy as
possible. Brian deserves to have two people who really care about him." she
said.

"Exactly what I was thinking." I replied.

"Well, I'm going to get out of here and let you three get acquainted. I'll
stop back next week for my follow-up visitation." she said.

"That's fine, Karen. Thank you for bringing him over and thank you for
making this happen so fast." I said.

Karen shook hands with Cole and I and then Cole showed her to the
elevator. In the mean time, Brian and I sat there looking at each other.

"Brian, would you like a Coke?" I asked.

"Yes, sir." he replied.

"Look, Brian...your manners are really lovely but you don't need to use
them with us. I'm BJ and that's Cole." I said, as Cole walked back into the
room.

"Yeah, buddy! You don't need that 'sir' stuff with us."  Cole said, coming
back into the room.

"Uhh...BJ...are you...well are you and Cole REALLY going to 'dopt me?" he
asked.

"Yes, if that's what you want, Brian." I said. "It's up to you, buddy. We
don't want you to feel like you have to stay here if you're not happy."

"No! I like it here!" he said, looking around him. "This is a real pretty
place."

"Well! You haven't even seen your room yet." Cole said.

I could see the surprise in Brian's eyes at the idea of having 'his'
room. Not that it was by any stretch of the imagination the worst thing
that his parents had done to him, but somehow the idea of this little boy
never having a room of his own just galled me to no end! I just hoped that,
given the report I read, that his so-called parents never made it out of
prison alive. It would be too much temptation to arrange an 'accident' for
them. But, no matter what his life had been like, Cole and I were about to
change that completely for Brian.

Cole had spent an hour this morning at TOYS R US on Times Square buying
every possible toy that he could think of to transform one of the guest
rooms into a boy's fantasy. There were footballs, baseballs, soccer balls -
every type of ball. There were Toy trucks - at least a dozen of them - and
a Play Station 2 with enough games to keep a serious gamer busy for months!
While he'd been doing that, I was out at the local grocery getting every
kind of junk food that parents don't allow kids but that kids love -
chocolate, gooey things filled with cream and enough sodas to stock a drink
machine. I would have bought one of those, too, if I had known where to do
so!

When Brian walked into his room for the first time, his eyes lit up like a
pair of roman candles on the 4th of July. He just stood there staring at
all the stuff and then turned to Cole and me.

"Who's toys are these?" he asked, his voice filled with awe at the
tremendous amount of 'treasure'.

"They're all yours." Cole said.

Brian looked back at the toys, and then back at Cole, and then back at the
toys and finally back at Cole. He walked over to where Cole stood and Cole
squatted down to meet him at his own level.  Brian just walked right up to
him, threw his arms around his neck and buried his face in Cole's shoulder
and started crying. Cole looked at me with a stricken look on his
face. 'What did we do wrong?' he seemed to ask. I motioned to him to calm
down and that everything was all right. I knelt on the floor with them and
put my arms around the two of them. Brian calmed down after a few minutes,
wiping his eyes and seeming to be very embarrassed at having broken down in
front of us.

"It's okay, Brian." I said softly. "I know that life hasn't been very good
to you so far. Cole and I don't expect the toys to make up for that but we
just kind of thought that maybe it would make you believe that things are
really going to be better from now on."

Brian looked up at me and I could see he was evaluating the veracity of
what I was saying. I guess any boy that had been through the type of
beatings and other physical abuse that he'd been through, would be very
distrustful of adults. The only lucky thing was that, as far as Karen or
anyone else knew, the abuse had not been sexual in nature. I was extremely
grateful for that.  What he'd been through had been bad enough. I kept
looking at Brian, letting him see that I was telling him the truth and he
finally gave me a small, shy smile. I looked over at Cole and smiled,
letting him know that things were going to be okay.

Brian then did a surprising thing. He turned to Cole and leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek.  Cole's grin all but split his face it was so
wide. I don't think I'd seen him grin like that since we'd won the state
championship in high school football all those years before. Cole looked at
me and I could see that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears himself
and I just smiled at my big, butch, masculine, tenderhearted lover. Yes, I
could already see that it was going to be an interesting life from now
on. Cole had the ability to be a little boy himself at times, and I knew
that would make things better for Brian. Cole would make, not only a good
father, but a loving and fun companion for the boy. We both could give him
love and stability - something he'd never known in his life.

Then it was my turn. Brian turned to me and leaned over and gave me a kiss
on the cheek as well.  I kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair.

"Why don't you and Cole play while I go rustle up some food. I'll bet
you're hungry?" I asked him.

Brian nodded eagerly. Lucky guess! Tell me a growing boy who isn't hungry!

"And I don't have to ask you!" I grinned at Cole. "We both know the only
time you're not hungry!"

Cole grinned back and then grabbed Brian up into his arms and walked him
over to where all the toys were. As I left, they were down on the floor,
each with a toy truck and basically wrecking them into each other - and
laughing like loons while they did.

That first night was difficult. Brian had no trouble with bedtime. And Cole
and I even were able to make love to each other, though more quietly than
we were used to. We were just discussing the feasibility of having our
bedroom sound-proofed when we suddenly heard the screams! We were both out
of bed and running down the hall without a thought to the fact that we were
both, as usual, naked as jay-birds! We ran into Brian's room, switching on
the lights, and found him sitting up in bed, screaming though apparently
still asleep. I grabbed the boy in my arms and he woke up.  He stared at me
- clearly petrified.

"It's okay, Brian! We're here! It's me, BJ. And Cole. It's okay,
Brian. You've had a nightmare." I said.

It still took a few minutes but Brian gradually relaxed in my arms and put
his head against my chest. His little body was still trembling though. I
knew it was fear because the room was quite warm. Cole sat with us, his
hand gently stroking Brian's head and back as I held him.

"Why don't you come and sleep in our bed for now. Okay, buddy?" I asked
softly.

Brian nodded his head so I picked him up and, with Cole following close
behind, I carried him to our room and lay him down in our bed. Cole went
around to the other side and climbed in so that Brian was laying between
us. We were each holding onto him and stroking him and he reached out his
hands and clutched at both of us.

"We're here, buddy. We ain't goin' nowhere." Cole said.

We eventually got him back to sleep but the nightmare continued over the
next few nights.  Finally, they stopped. We don't know where they came from
because Brian never could remember what he was dreaming about. We don't
know where they went. However, we were glad that they did. Life around the
penthouse got to have a normality to it. Cole was taking Brian to the gym
with him almost every day and then they'd be over in Central Park, throwing
balls around. To Cole's consternation, Brian seemed to prefer baseball to
football but I told Cole that at least Brian wouldn't be trying to tackle
him when he grew into a teenager!

It took about a year for the adoption to go through. In the mean time, Ty
had become Mark and Andy's son, Debbie and Mike had gotten married and
Debbie was expecting their first child, Diego and Desi were doing just fine
and even talking about the possibility of adopting themselves and we were
able to stop the trafficking in little boys and to even bring a group of
ten of them back home to the US and reunite them with their families.

Where things will go from here, I'm not sure. Since Brian came into our
lives, I haven't felt much like saving the world or doing anything but
spending time with Cole and my son. God knows, their Grandma and Grandpa
have been visiting us on such a regular basis that I'm seriously thinking
of renting them an apartment in the building! But I love it and so does
Brian. Cole - well, Cole is still Cole. He still gets a kick out of playing
with Brian, teaching him every sport he can think of and he's still horny
after my butt on a daily basis - something I'm extremely grateful for. I
just wait for him to lean over and whisper to me,

"Get in the bedroom! This is you're fuckin' Two Minute Warning!"

THE END OF TWO MINUTE WARNING

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