Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 18:04:35 +0000 From: email@example.com Subject: Mike & Mike, Part One Mike & Mike Part One By Wade Wright Little Mike stood about 6'2" and Big Mike stood about 5'8". See, Little Mike was really the bigger Mike and Big Mike was really the littler Mike. Little Mike is the nephew of Big Mike. When Little Mike was born, Big Mike was just Mike. But to keep things clear, everybody started calling the Uncle Mike, Big Mike, and the baby boy, Little Mike. Now Little Mike is 18 years old, 6'2" tall, 195 pounds and built kind of like a lumberjack, and maybe for a good reason. Big Mike is 45 years old, stands 5'8", weighs in at about 145 pounds, and is build just about like everybody else in the family, and maybe for a good reason. Now for quite a few years, everything was OK. Little Mike was Little Mike and Big Mike was Big Mike. But then Little Mike kept growing, and of course Big Mike had long ago reached his full height. But, no body bothered to quite calling Little Mike, Little Mike--and--anyway you get the picture! One Mike is big, the wrong one, and the other one is little, and again the wrong one. As Little Mike kept getting taller and taller, the normal scuttle but around the town, if you can call a group of about 300 people a town, that just maybe, there could be a far out chance, that some new blood had finally been introduced into the blood line. When Little Mike reached 5'7", then 5'8", then 5'9" and finally all the way up to 6'2", there was a pretty good assumption around town that one of those lumberjacks from up on the side of the mountain just might have made a visit to town a few years ago. Everybody looked at the build, the facial features and all of the other little things about Little Mike that simply did not quite fit into the Wheatrow's family make-up. Now Big Mike, Little Mike's uncle, as a brother of Little Mike's Dad, did fit all of the normal family structure. It was kind of a common agreement all around town that yea--there was some new blood in the family finally. At least it affected the body build, and maybe, just maybe the next injection of some different blood might make some difference in the 'smarts' section of the clan. Little Mike was always a great guy to be around, fun to talk to, do stuff with, and not have to fight any to stay one or two steps ahead of him in the thinking area. Nice guy, just a little too bad he picked up the 'not so high IQ aspects' of the Wheatrows. Now Big Mike never really considered himself a relative to Little Mike, once Little Mike kind of grew up some. Big Mike felt that since Little Mike really did have to be a branch from one of the lumberjacks, and not his brother's son, then there really was no relationship connection there. He realized that if that is true, then that is probably one of the few non-relationship situations in that town for probably the last 75 or 80 years. Big Mike did not feel that there was any kin-ship there, but he never let anybody else know his feelings since he liked having Little Mike around him. That "family-ship" attraction rather started when Little Mike was about maybe 15 or 16 years old, and was already taller than himself. Up until then, Big Mike could have cared less about Little Mike, where he was, what he was up to or any other aspect of his life. But as Little Mike started getting to be the bigger Mike, and was still a little young kid, Big Mike really started taking a genuine interest in him. Little Mike's Mom and Dad were really very thankful for the help and the attention that Big Mike gave to Little Mike, since they already had their hands full, taking care of the other seven kids. One less at the dinner table was never a problem. Two of the kids were younger than Little Mike, and ever since Little Mike started growing up, the entire town kept a stern vigil on the those two kids to see just what type of a growth process they would each have. So far, back to the Wheatrow's normal, average, no unusual growth pattern. Just standing around town, listening to the grocery store or filling station gossip, quite a number of the town's upper citizens, or so they thought, were kind of disappointed that the enjoyable topic of "which lumberjack this time", did not seem to be an appropriate conversation. Some of the more vocal individuals rather expressed their disgust that such an opportunity passed by, was just not the thing for the town to have to suffer through. Hey, every burg needs it's reasons to talk, and Little Mike's Mom was not co-operating! Big Mike often took Little Mike fishing, mushroom hunting, cave exploring, or maybe the more 'in-town' stuff like playing pool, or letting him hang out with him at the local bar. "We-town Bar" was not particular about the age of the people in the bar. The owner figured that it was probably better having the little kids in there while Mommy and Daddy drank, than to have them at home all by themselves. As Little Mike kept getting bigger and bigger, he started getting more and more attention from the other drinkers in the bar. Once in awhile one of the guys would slip a little extra into Little Mike's coke, and then really win Little Mike over as a friend. Little Mike's growth pattern, being a little bigger than the normal kid, and later, bigger than most of the men, seemed to be a big turn on or attraction to most of the guys that hung out at the We-town Bar. When Big Mike started bringing Little Mike into the bar, hardly anybody noticed that he was there. As the time and the growth went on, and Little Mike really started getting tall, more and more guys paid attention to him. It has been heard that some of the men would make comments about how they wished their own boy had grown up so big and strong like Little Mike had. The grown men would challenge Little Mike into a game of arm wrestling even if they already knew that they could easily take the boy down. Big Mike did not object to this happening. He felt that it was good experience for Little Mike to help him grow into a full fledged man. Big Mike had a small two bedroom house right in the middle of town. The building had originally started out as a storage shed for a hardware store, but when the hardware store burned to the ground one day, Big Mike made a deal with the land owner that he would take care of the mess, get the burned stuff out of there, and get the place all cleaned up again, if he would then give the small property, which had the shed on it, to him. Deal done! Mess all cleaned up, property back in decent order, papers signed, and the little shed was Big Mike's. Over the next 10 or 12 years, Big Mike just kept building on to the shed one bit at a time. When he built on the second bedroom, that became the scuttle butt of the town. 'Why does Mike need a second bedroom on his house? There simply is no reason he needs another bedroom on that place!' Oh! the controlling factors of some busy bodies! The building of the second bedroom, just by coincidence, started at just about the same time as when Big Mike started noticing how nicely built Little Mike was starting to be. Maybe, just maybe Big Mike was not without the mental capacities as so many others thought. Big Mike's life was a bachelor, educated only to the eight grade, and his major income was general labor work, whenever somebody needed help. He could help the little old ladies plow up their gardens, help put a roof on whenever necessary, thank goodness for the big wind storms he would often say, he could replace broken windows, or just board them up, which happened often, or do any number of other stuff when necessary. He was a good guy to have around town. Working this way also let Big Mike have better control of his own time, since he quite often liked to go into the county seat town, Flatsburg, for a night or two. Nobody, anyway all of those that tried to figure out such stuff, could ever figure out just why he would do that. No relatives in Flatsburg. What in the world does he do there, and why does he go there. He doesn't know anybody there, does he? Well if so, who is it? Why don't we know anything about somebody he knows there? Many of his fellow townsmen have tried in one sneaky way or another to find out just why he does that, but Big Mike always fails to tell them just why. The secrecy of his actions created that much more anxiety in everybody's minds. Whenever possible, Big Mike would have Little Mike help him on the house. The second bedroom had been the last add-on, and the inside of it was not yet complete. It was a hot and muggy August afternoon and Big and Little Mike were working on the interior of the "new" bedroom. Being hot and humid, both "men" had their shirts off. Sweat was running down both their chests and their backs. Little Mike had a pair of old cut-off jeans on, and Big Mike had a pair of sloppy "uniform" style pants on. The top of both pair of pants, the cut-offs and the uniform pants, was wet with sweat. "Little Mike," Big Mike stated, toward his nephew. "You know guy, you are now a pretty big guy now, aren't you? You grew up pretty big didn't you? Are you kind of tired of everybody always calling you "Little Mike" since you are really bigger than most everybody else?" "Yea Big Mike. I am kind of wondering why I'm the little one when everybody else is smaller than I am. I'm bigger than all the guys that don't go to school any more, but I always figured that was because all the teachers must have liked me a lot, because they always let me stay in their room for another year so that I could stay with them some more, and they made all the rest of the kids leave. I guess they all ran out of teachers that would let them stay in their classes, so they had to leave. They didn't have any place to go to. So anyway, I get to go back again next fall even though I'm a lot bigger than even the teachers are. "Well you know Little Mike, I thought maybe you might be getting tired of being called Little Mike, I'm getting real tired of calling you Little Mike. You are probably the tallest guy in any of these parts, you've got more muscle on you that three or four guys together, and I just think calling you Little Mike if kind of stupid now. When it's just you and me, just us by ourselves, I'm going to start calling you 'Stud'. You are a stud. Do you know what a stud is? You look like a stud. I think you should be called "Stud". "Yea, I know what a stud is. It's that big black horse that Mr. Denny has over at his place. Do you think I look like a horse? Why do you want to call me a horse?" "No, no Mike! A stud is more than just a horse. It's also a man that is really built good and strong and has a lot of muscles on himself. That's why I want to call you a stud. You are built good and strong and you have a lot of muscles on you. You are kind of built like Mr. Denny's horse though, aren't you. Big and strong. So both of you are studs!" Now we are going to have to just do this when it's just you and I, OK? When we have other people around, we can't do that. Understand?" "Yea, I understand. Just when it's only you and I, right? "Right! And also I'd kind of like it if during those times, when it's just you and me, that you start calling me "Daddy". I'm old, --way old enough to be your Daddy, and since you and I spend more time together than you and your Daddy do, I think that would be fun. OK? Now of course we can only do that when it's only us. We don't want anybody wondering why we are calling each other these funny names. Right?" "Yea, that's OK. Yea, I understand. Hey, Daddy, --oh man that feels funny to call you Daddy, can I ask you something?" "Yea, sure you can. What?" "Well, since you mentioned Daddy, I need to ask you something! One day Jimmy told me that I am not really Daddy's boy. Mickey and Tommy were there and they said Jimmy is right. They said everybody knows I'm not really his. Are they right? Who's kid am I if I'm not his?" "Hey, Stud, yea --that does feel funny using the new name doesn't it? Stud, I don't think it really matters, does it? I don't really know. Yea--you are a big tall guy, you have filled out real well. Your Daddy feels you are his, he has always treated like you are his, right? Does it really matter to you?" "Well, no I guess it don't, but if I'm not really his, who is my Daddy? I mean other than you, since I am now going to be calling you Daddy?" "Stud, I really do not know. If you are really your Dad's kid, then you were very lucky in pulling out some family genes that none of the rest of us ever got. If you do happen to be the boy of some other guy, then I am sure there is a good reason, and I think you ought to be glad that he was obviously a very good looking and a very well built stud. Oh, there's that word--Stud! Your Daddy must have been a really big strong guy. If that is the case, you inherited some damn good genes to make you with. Stud, I would not worry about it. From wherever and whatever, you got the good stuff and I think you should just be glad you look like you do. You look good enough that you are going to be having guys and gals all over you when you are out. If Jimmy or anybody else says anything about this again, just tell them that if so, then your Daddy must be a really good looking stud, because look at what you are turning into. That will shut their mouths up!" "Yea, OK. I understand, but you just said something that I'm really confused about. You said I'd have guys and gals all over me. Aren't guys only supposed to be around girls? Why would a guy be all over me?" "Wow Stud. Let me see if I can help you understand some stuff about life! Stud, you are hot. That means that you are a very good looking and exciting guy. There are guys that like girls, there are girls that like guys, then there are the guys that like just guys and there are girls that like girls. Which are you, do you know? Do you think you like to be with guys or girls better? "Oh Daddy, you are getting me all confused! I like being around girls, I guess part of the time, and I like being around guys too. Being with the guys, I can just be goofy and be me, myself. Around the girls, I always feel like I have to be too nice." "OK, like when you are at the swimming hole, which do you try to be closer to? The guys swimming or the girls?" "Oh the guys! We like to try and pull each others shorts off." "Has that ever happened? Have you ever gotten some other guy's shorts pulled off?" "Well a bunch of them did it to me one day, but I've never pulled another guy's shorts off. One guy just took his off while he was still in the water. Then he threw them at me. And he told me to smell them, but I didn't know why. That was Howie, the guy I went to town with last summer." "When this group got your shorts off, then what happened?" "Well two of them really got all funny acting and was really trying to hug me a lot. One of them tried to grab my hands and the other one was grabbing my peter then. The other guy, he kind of just left us alone once they made me naked. " "What did you do? Did it make you mad or anything when they got you all naked?" "No I did not get mad. I thought it was kind of fun out there, outdoors all naked." "Did you get out of the water when you had no shorts on? "Well yea, I had to. They started throwing my shorts back and forth between all of them. I had to run around and try to get them back. They kept saying stuff about my peter flying back and forth when I ran. It had to. I did not have any pants on. One time one of the guys grabbed me around the waist and my peter started to get hard and then I got all ashamed of myself. I had to hide it the best that I could. But I could not do that. I didn't have anything to hide it with. That's when one of the other guys came over and kind of kissed it. That really made if big. I guess I was not used to somebody else touching it." "So did that guy just kind of kiss it? Did he do anything else to it?" "Yea, he bit it! I guess he did not bite it too hard since there were no funny marks on it, but it still kind of hurt when he did that." "So what did you do then?" "Well, I looked at it and found out that he had not really hurt it any, so I told him to do it again. It kind of felt good once I knew he was not really biting it any." "What were the other guys doing while this was going on?" "Well, one guy still had me all hugged around the waist and the other guy then started pinching my tits. That kind of felt good too, unless he did it too rough. He did once and I kind of yelled, and they told me not to hell anymore or they would put a rag in my mouth. So I kept quiet. I was afraid that if I had a rag in my mouth, then I would not be able to breath. And the other guy, he was trying to see if he could get all of my peter in his mouth." "Did he?" "Almost all of it, but it kept getting bigger and bigger the whole time he was trying, and I guess he didn't want me pushing on his face because I did, and he had to tell me to stop. It made my peter feel really good, and that is why I kept trying to help him do it." "Who were these guys, and when was this?" "Oh, they are some of the guys that are working on that highway bridge down the highway. I found that out because of the uniforms they had there. They did that to me early this summer right after we got out of school. That was one of the first times that I had gone swimming this summer. I've gone swimming with them about four times since then. They don't gang up on me anymore. They don't have to hold my hands down anymore when that one guy wants to see again if he can get all of my peter in his throat. I figured it didn't hurt me the first time, I'll just let him keep trying. I even asked him to do it once because I remembered it felt really good. He got real happy when I asked him to do that!" "How old are these guys. Are they old like me or young like you?" "Oh, they're not as old as you, but they are older than me. I guess they are all smart guys because they said they were working on this bridge while they were out of school for the summer. They asked me if I go to school, and I told them that I was still going, because Mrs. Kelly wanted me to come back for one more year to keep her happy. They said they go to a college, and I told them that they are the first guys I've ever met that went to a college. I told them that nobody from around here ever goes to a college. They told me that when they are in school they all live in one big building with a lot of guys in it. I thought that sounded like a lot of fun! I asked that one guy, the one that tries to put my peter in his mouth, if he ever does that to any other guys, and he said that, yea, he does, whenever he can. I guess if there are a lot of guys living there, so he can probably do that a lot." "Are you going to be going swimming with these guys any more?" "I might. They have been down at the ole swimming hole on Saturday afternoons the last couple of weeks. They might be there Saturday again." "Have any of them had you try and put their peter in your mouth?" "Oh, yea! That one guy, the big one, he's bigger than me. He wanted me to do it one day, but I was afraid to because I had never done that before and did not know what to do. I did kind of look at his peter and really wanted to see what it might feel like in my mouth, but I was too afraid. So I told him that I would maybe do it later, sometime. He just said OK. But I haven't done it to him yet. Do you think I should do it? I don't know if I should do it. I don't want to hurt him or anything." "Hey Stud, if you want to do it, it's OK. You won't hurt him any. Are you going to? Do you want to do that?" "Yea, I think I do want to. Yea, I really know that I want to, but I just don't know what he expects me to do. They have fun when they try on mine, so I thought maybe it might be fun for me too, if I tried on one of theirs." "Do you think it might help you if maybe you tried on mine first. Just so you can kind of know what to do and how to do it so that you feel more comfortable doing it to him?" "Uhhh, could I maybe?" Daddy had finally hit the time that he had been looking forward to. He had known for quite some time now that he would get to be playing with the young thing, and it looked like the day had finally come. Some learning and some teaching was in store. "OK Stud, now the things that we are going to be doing is only for us to know about,-- all by ourselves. OK? What we do, is nobody else's business. Can you remember that? You've heard of people having sex together right? Well, that is what we are going to be doing, and when people have sex together, it's only their business and nobody else's. OK? Understand? You know most people don't think two guys should have sex together, especially when they are related, and even though we don't know for sure if we really are related or not, but we just can't tell anybody about us doing this with each other, OK. What we do together is just our private stuff. OK?" "Yea, I understand Daddy. You are going to be my Daddy and teach me how to do big people stuff right, Daddy?" "Right Stud! And you are my Stud. Let's get our pants off." As they pulled their pants off, Daddy found out that his stud boy was truly excited about doing this. He was supporting a strong hard-on. "Hey, Stud, looks like to me, this getting together like this with me is kind of getting you all excited, right?" "Yea, I guess I am. When I don't have any pants on, and especially when the guys are around me when I'm all naked, my peter does that." "Well Stud, that is very normal. Don't be ashamed of yourself when that happens. That just shows that you like what is happening. Now instead of calling our peters, 'peter', lets start calling them either our "cocks" or our "dicks." Little boys call theirs peter. We are big guys now, lets call them our cock or our dick. OK?" "OK, got it! I wondered why the guys kind of laughed at me when I called it my peter. I guess they all call theirs a cock or a dick, right?" "Right. See, my cock did the same thing as yours. I like what is happening , so mine got big too. That's called an erection or a hard-on. Usually, especially when you are having sex with someone, you call it your hard-on. Feel it! See, like yours, it's feels hard doesn't it? That is why they call it hard. Hey stick yours right up here beside mine. Yours is bigger isn't it? See, I told you that you are a hunk. You might be a young guy yet, but you sure are built like a man. I think you and I just might have some fun together doing this stuff, helping you learn so that you know when you are with those guys or somebody else." "I'm liking this! I've heard other guys talk about having sex with someone, but I always thought that they were talking about with a girl, and I just never kind of got too excited about doing that. I did not know that two guys could do it together. You know Sammy, the guy that works over at the mill? He has talked about having sex before, but I always thought he was wanting a girl to have sex. Now that I know that boys can do it together too, I wonder if maybe he was wanting me to do it with him. I think he would be fun to have sex with don't you Daddy?" "Yea, Stud I sure do. Sammy is a really hot looking guy. He looks like he would be real fun to have sex with. If you and he talk about it again, you let me know what he says, OK. If he acts again like he wants to do something with you, you go ahead and do it, and then you tell me what he did, OK? Now just remember you can't tell him though that you and I have had sex together. You could tell him about he guys at the swimming hole though. OK? You can tell him that those guys have played with you, OK?" "Yea, I'll tell you if we talk about it some more, or if he says he wants to have sex with me. Hey, Daddy, if a guy puts his hands on you in a lot of different places, do you think that means that he wants to have sex with you? Sammy does that a lot to me when we are close to each other. Over at the restaurant, when he is there and I have to go to the restroom, he always kind of comes in with me. He doesn't take a pee, he just watches me and then hands me a paper towel. Do you think he was wanting to touch it? One time he spilled some cookie crumbs down here on my pants and he wanted to clean me up. He took a long time doing it. He was kind of hitting my thing with his hand and it was making it hard. I had to tell him to stop. I wonder if he was trying to get me to know that he was wanting me to go someplace with him and then maybe have sex? Do you think so?" "Yea, Stud. That is what I was talking about earlier when I told you that a lot of guys and gals were going to be all over you. Maybe after we are done this afternoon, you will understand a little better why guys will be trying to get you to have sex with them. A lot to them are going to think that you could be a really fun thing to play with, and you will have to know how to decide which ones you want to play with and which ones you don't want to play with. All of the guys that you have been swimming with, you think you would want to play, or have sex that is, with all of them? Sammy, you think you would want to play with him?" "Yea, I kind of like being around the guys that I swim with when I don't have any pants on. Sammy put my hand on his pants once, and I felt his thing get big. Do you think he wanted me to kiss it when he did that? I'll bet that if I had taken it out of his pants, it would have gotten really big, right?" "It probably would have, Stud. How big was it while it was in his pants?" "Oh, I think it was kind of like mine maybe. It felt nice to me. I felt Rich's once. He did the same thing. He put my hand down there one day when we were sitting beside each other in the restaurant. His felt like it was real tiny. I could not hardly feel anything. Sammy's I could really feel. I wish now I had looked at it. Rich's, I really don't care if I see it or not. I don't I care if I see his or not, but yea, I want to see Sammy's. Maybe give it a kiss to let him know that I kind of like him." "That is what you call manhood, Stud. You like big dicks. You have a big dick, and you like to feel and see big dicks on other guys. That is real normal, don't worry about that any. The guys you swim with, how big are their cocks?" "One guy, he's got kind of a funny one. It's real fat, but not very long. He can't swing his like the other guys can. They grab ahold of them and act like they are lassos. They swing them around in the air. They are always wanting me to grab ahold of them when they do that." "Well, tell you what Stud. Today we are going to let you find out just what to do with it when they want you to grab it, OK? We are going to have you all prepared to do whatever they want, when you get back swimming with them, OK? "Sure, Daddy. I want to know what to do. I want to be like them. They are nice guys!" "OK Stud, I'm going to swing mine around like you said the guys at the swimming hole do. As I swing it, you grab ahold of it, and then squeeze it. Good boy! Now squeeze it so that I feel it a lot. You won't hurt me, so don't be afraid to really squeeze it. Good boy! Now, just open your mouth a little and put the tip of my dick in the front of your mouth. Don't be afraid of it. You are the one that has the teeth there. My dick will not bite you. And, it's not going to shock you. Just open you mouth and kind of slide the tip of it in. Good boy! See, nothing bad happens. It's just something that you have never done before, so it is kind of strange to your right now. Now, breath through your nose and just let my dick slide back into your mouth. Good! Hey you are doing good! I'm going to move toward you just a little so that I can get more of my dick in there. You feeling OK? You having fun sucking and chewing on your Daddy's dick? You feel like a man today, getting another man's dick in your mouth like the big boys do? OK, now I'm going to put my hands on the back of your head just so that I can move my dick in and out of your mouth a little. Good man. You are doing me just great! Stud, this is what they call a blow job. So if anybody asks you if you want a blow job, they mean do you want to put your dick in their mouth and let them suck on it! You are giving your Daddy a blow job, and it is feeling good to me. Let me push it back in there as far as I can. Good boy. Open the back of our mouth! You liking this?" Stud is trying to tell his Daddy that, "Yes", he does like it, but trying to tell him that while having about 8" of cock in his mouth is a little hard to do. Daddy continues to grab ahold of Stud's head so that he can create some real movement on his dick. He realizes that to come in Stud's mouth the first time that Stud has a dick in his mouth might scare him, so Daddy is making sure he does not get too excited, but is enjoying the first of many lessons that he has been looking forward to. Not too much work getting done on the bedroom today, but that has become the least of Daddy's concerns at this time. "Good boy! Good boy! Does my Stud want to take it out now and stand up?" Daddy's question is not immediately responded to, which he feels is a good thing, since that means that Stud is having a good time on his dick, and has lost all of his fear about putting it in his mouth. Daddy put his hands under the arm pits of Stud and raised him up, and off of his dick. "OK man! You did a great job. You learn fast. Now I am going to be the one on the bottom and let you put your dick in my mouth and you can tell me if I can take it farther into my mouth than your swimming friend can. OK?" "Good, I want to see if you can take more of me than that other guy can. Do you want me to just stand here, or do you want me to push like I do on him?" "Right now Stud, you just stand there and let me put my face on it. If I need you to push on it, I'll grab ahold of your body an pull you toward me, OK?" "OK, hey I like this. It was fun with him, but with you, it's kind of totally different. With you, it's like more important to me that I let you swallow as much of me as I can. Have you done this a lot of times, Daddy? Have you sucked on a lot of guys dicks, Daddy?" Yea Stud. I've done this a lot of times. You always want to do it as often as possible so that you always remember how to do it. OK?" "Yea, Daddy. Now that I know what I am supposed to do, Ill have to find a lot of guys that I can do this to, so that I won't forget how, right?" "Yea, right Stud, but you know you can always use me, since I want to help you as much as I can. I'll always be here for you, Stud." Daddy got down in front of Stud and finally started doing what he had been looking forward to for years now. He is finally putting Stud's dick in his mouth. He knew that someday it would happen, and having him over to work on the bedroom together had certainly paid off in the way that he had hoped. Pre-planning works! Daddy was proud of Stud's dick. It was big! I was thick and longer than most dicks that he has ever played with. As he slid Stud's dick into his mouth, he admitted to himself that he was already anxious to take Stud with him to Flatsburg as soon as possible. He wanted to be able to show him, and his dick off to all of the guys at the playhouse there. They had all heard about him, they knew he was an up and comer, but with no prior action under the table, nobody knew for sure if he was going to be a contender for action or not. Today Daddy knew he had a boy that was going to fit into the Daddy/Boy action very well. Now all he needed was to get Stud a little more experience, a little more knowledge of how things work, and make sure he completely understands that the new and different life style that he is about to start, will have to be a total secret, except for the guys in Flatsburg.