Howdy Doody

The Program III

Mark's New Home

Chapter One

In America when a little boy drops his pants and in any way shape or form acknowledges that he is a sexual being, especially with another child, he's a sexual pervert well on his way to hell as far as any right thinking Christian Republican American Patriot is concerned. (Also known as CRAP). Mark was caught fucking with his friend, and now the good people of the State of New York were going to make damned sure he got good and fucked in an institution they owned and ran.

His family, afraid of the retribution that would befall them should it become known that he was being raised traditionally, cut the cord and set the boy adrift. For sexually exploring with his little buddy, Mark was sentenced to prison for six years, until his 18th Birthday. At this point in the story, some extremely ignorant people would probably say that was preposterous; nobody sends a child to prison. It happens every day in America, hundreds, if not thousands of times.

Now, just a little over nine months into his sentence, he was about to embark on a journey to a new life, and his happiness was tempered only by his deep feelings of pain over his families' abandonment of him. His youth was spent surrounded by a caring and loving family. Mark had many brothers, many cousins, and many uncles. Mark had a Mother and Grandmother who loved him and a Father who showered him and his brothers with love almost nightly. Mark had not heard from his family now in very nearly a year. Not one word, not one letter, not even a Birthday card or Christmas present. They were gone and he was abandoned to the mercy of The State of New York (God help him).

Now, he had Stavros and the man's housekeeper, a woman of about 46 years of age from Sparta. Her name is Adell. As a little girl, she led a very happy life with her family until the age of ten when her Mother sent her to market and the shop keeper raped her in the back of his small grocery store. The man fled Sparta after the rape and returned to his village in northern Greece. Adell's Father and uncles tracked the man down and he died before the Doctors could control the bleeding. His genitals were cut off.

The attack left Adell sterile and unable to ever give birth to children and essentially without hope of ever marrying. Adell began working for Stavros's Father, just before Stavros was born. She was 11 years old when she first moved into the man's house on Corfu and her duties were to assist his wife with the birth of his son, Stavros. Once the boy was born, she would be his chief caretaker. Adell received a small allowance for her work; the rest of her salary went to her parents until she was 16. In effect, she was sold.

Adell did not mind, her parents were poor and Stavros's Father was extremely rich. She lived in a huge house now with her own room instead of sharing one with two other sisters, ate the same food the owners ate, and was clothed by the man and his wife as if she was their own daughter. Stavros's Father came to love the little girl and vowed to take care of her for the rest of her life. Adell was not unhappy in her servitude.

Upon the birth of Stavros, his wife, a very pretty young woman but not very physically fit could not nurse Stavros beyond his first few weeks. A wet nurse was brought in until Adell was induced to lactate. From that point on, her sole responsibility was to raise and nurture Stavros. Stavros's Mother never really recovered from giving birth to him and at age 4, the boy lost his Mother.

Stavros's Father never remarried, he was grief stricken by his wife's loss and wrapped himself up in his work. Adell in the meantime raised the boy and was actually the only 'Mother' he ever really knew or remembered. His Father passed away when Stavros was 20. His Father left him everything including Adell with instructions that he would take care of her for the rest of her life whether she remained in his household or not. Now, Stavros was a grown man and Adell ran his household while he concentrated on his Father's business. To Stavros, Adell had long ago ceased to be an employee or a nanny; she was his Mother and considered to be the Matriarch of his Family.

For Stavros's part, he was always told of his real Mother and had always seen hundreds of pictures around the house of him with her, but as time faded for the boy, so did the memories of his real Mother. At the same time, his memories of his youth with Adell grew and by age 8, the boy considered the woman all but his real Mother, there was very little difference to the child or the man.

Adell in the meantime was educated for the sole purpose of taking care of the boy. She was never taught to cook, the kitchen staff did that. She was never taught to clean or sew or launder, household staff did that for her. She was never taught to drive; she had staff to do that for her. She was taught Math, Science, History (Greek), Music, Arts, Reading and Writing, everything that she might need to further Stavros's education and upbringing.

Stavros was nursed well past age 6. Even in Greece, that was unusual. Once on a visit, an Aunt of Stavros's suggested to her brother that the boy was a bit old to be still breast feeding. Up to that point in time His Father never really gave it a thought, the boy was forever drinking Adell's milk. At dinner that night he asked Adell about it.

"Stavros will stop drinking my milk when he stops reaching for my breast," she answered more towards the sister than to Stavros's Father.

"That means he could be there until he's twelve!" Stavros's Aunt replied.

"That may very well be," Adell replied matter-of-factly. The Sister looked at her brother. "You approve of this?" she asked. Rather than answer his Sister or piss off Adell any more than she already was, Stavros's Father got up and stood Stavros up on the dining room table. As he usually was the boy was naked. "I approve that!" he said to his sister pointing to the little boy. Stavros's body looked like a cherub on the Sistine Chapel. He was not a 'Fat' boy, but you needed both hands to reach around the top of his thighs. He had jet black long curly hair that hung down to the middle of his back, and if you covered his genitals, it was difficult to tell whether you were looking at a boy or a girl. By anyone's yardstick Stavros was a beautiful child. "I want a healthy baby, if her milk gives him this body, I don't care how long he sucks on her tits!" His Aunt never mentioned it again.

Stavros was raised naked from his birth to well beyond his sixth Birthday, and only school and peer pressure eventually found pants covering the boy's body when he was off his Father's property which was very rare. Adell preferred the little boy naked, her brothers were always naked when she was a child living at home, and it was just the way it was.

Stavros's Father saw nothing wrong with the little boy being naked, he was not prone to be terrified at the sight of a little child's naked body, in fact he was rather proud of his son. Being naked also immediately answered the question of his gender. Stavros had a golden tan from one end of his body to the other and he was not going to be left wanting in the genital department when he reached puberty either. Stavros's body to Adell was the proof of her ability to care for the boy and the more someone saw of him, the more they knew she was an excellent caregiver. He lived, ate, slept and played almost exclusively with Adell either on Corfu or at the family's second home in Hania, Crete.

Stavros stopped nursing sometime around age seven when peer pressure got the best of him. Only sissies drank from woman's boobs he was told and Stavros was compelled to give it up. Peer pressure also put pants on him. He remembered it as a sad time in his young life; so did Adell.

Stavros slept in Adell's bed from just after birth until age 13. Once again, peer pressure brought the change about. Stavros was now bringing home friends from school for the weekends, and sleeping with one's "Nana" was something that couldn't be easily explained even given the fact that nothing sexual had ever taken place between the two. Unless the boy was ill, Adell would not sleep with him again.

Not a small part of Adell's responsibilities were to guide Stavros's transition into manhood. Centuries of tradition told Adell that little boys played with little boys and they in turn taught each other the mysteries of life, or at least, how to get it on. What they did not learn from their peers, their Fathers would teach them. Girls would most certainly come later, but little boys didn't drop their pants for little girls, but their friends and Father's were another matter. Adell found playmates for Stavros from the village, and Stavros learned the birds and the bees just like most little boys do whether they're in Greece or in Great Neck.

At age eight, Stavros was introduced to a boy his age. The boy was his Father's Bankers Son. The two were raised together and were schooled together. Eventually the boy became Stavros's Banker. They became lifelong friends and shared everything they had together.

Primary grades went slowly for the boy until his 10th year, and his Father decided he would go abroad to England. He needed to learn English if he were going to be able to deal in business, and the boy, along with his friend and Adell were set up in an apartment while they attended the Sudbury School as day students. Stavros was taught English, Adell was directed to only speak to him in Greek.

Stavros and his friend returned to Greece after Graduation from Secondary School at Eaton. His Father's health was failing, and he had a lot to teach his Son before he too would be gone from his life. Stavros delayed College until he was 21; he refused to leave his Father's side. Following his Father's death and at his funeral, probably a very well meaning relative said to Stavros that he was all alone now. In retrospect, Stavros should have just smiled and thanked the person for making the kindly gesture. Stavros wasn't really thinking politically correctly and responded back "Don't be ridiculous, I have Adell!" Adell was standing at his side when he made the comment and knew she would never leave the little boy who was now a man.

First of all, Stavros never married. He was a bachelor and he was happy being one. Stavros was not gay. He liked women well enough, he had just not found one who could fill Adell's shoes. The man had several girl friends in his young life and each girl quickly discovered that to get close to Stavros, you needed to have Adell's "Approval." Most Greek men look to their Mothers to approve of the girl they may want to marry, and Adell was there to see that the girl "Measured up." In her view none did, and Stavros had no problem accepting that opinion.

By about age 30, Stavros wasn't all that impressed with the pool of woman available, and he wanted children around him. His houses were very large and very quiet; too quiet. Stavros wanted grandchildren surrounding him, but wasn't really into the 20 to 25 year wait that it usually took to accomplish this goal. If the normal route were taken, Stavros could be close to 60 by the time the little ones were romping around his feet, and Adell could even be dead by then. To the businessman, that was unacceptable.

Around 1984 Stavros adopted an American boy of Greek descent (Nicholas) who was 14 years old. In 1987 he adopted another boy (Alexander) a 13 year old. Now, in 1989 he was about to adopt his 3rd boy, Mark who was 12. By the time Mark came along, Nicholas, the oldest son was now engaged with Adell's approval, and Stavros would be seeing the first Grandchild within a year. He had cut the wait down by 20 years or more. Into this backdrop, Mark now comes into the picture.

Following the proposal of adoption by Stavros, Mark had returned to Elmira to speak to Michael, his caretaker and mentor. Since Mark's abandonment by his family and subsequent incarceration, Mark had grown extremely close to his caretaker and very much trusted the man's good judgment. It was Michael's recommendation that he accept the proposal and Mark agreed to be adopted.

Mark's new life now began

Stavros was waiting at the end of the gangway when Adell and Mark come through the tunnel and down the ramp to the Yacht. Adell had phoned ahead that they were coming and left it up to Mark to tell the man of his decision concerning the adoption. Stavros assumed that the boy was going to accept, but it was not yet certain. Mark jumped up into the man's arms and hugged him around the neck. "Yes" he said to Stavros in a whisper. Stavros was now the Father of three very fine boys and he was a happy man as he carried the boy back up the gangway hugging him as tightly as he could.

The ship had a crew of 12 including eight men and four woman and most of the crew were on deck when Stavros and Adell came back aboard with Mark. They had already been through two adoptions, and the crew knew that Stavros would be a very happy owner. Stavros was a good man, but he was also a business man. Keeping him happy meant smooth sailing ahead. When Stavros was angry, only Adell did not duck and hide.

It was close to dinner time before Mark returned to the Yacht and the three went directly into the Dining Lounge. Dinner that night had Stavros outlining to Mark what would happen for the next few days. There was a lot to do in preparation for crossing the Atlantic concerning the ship and a lot of shopping to be done with Adell for Mark.

Adell was especially pleased with Mark's adoption. She very much liked the boy, and he spoke Greek. That was something the first two boys did not do. They were taught, but it took Adell months of hand signals and charades to converse with Nicholas and Alexander. With Mark, communication between the two was instantaneous. Adell did not pick favorites among the boys, but it was clear to all that she kept Mark almost as close to her as she had kept Stavros as a child.

Stavros was also pleased, but for a different reason. He was raised to speak both Greek and English. With the first two adoptions the boys first had to learn Greek. Then they would be taught another language. Stavros wanted all his children bi lingual, it was good for business. Nicholas was already taught Spanish. Alexander was being taught French. Mark would attend school in Italy, he would learn Italian. Stavros's long range plan was to teach another boy Russian and yet another German.

In less than ten years Stavros would be doing business around the globe and know that the people making the deals and decisions were from members of his own family. With English and Greek out of the way for Mark, Stavros was already wiring home to secure a teacher for Mark to tutor him in Italian.

With dinner over, Stavros was meeting with clients and distributors at the Plaza hotel. Mark's very full and emotional day had him ready for bed as soon as dinner was over, but first he had a bath to be taken. As Stavros dressed for the meeting and left, Adell was undressing Mark and putting him in a tub. In the beginning when he first met Stavros and Adell he found it unusual for him to be bathed by a grown woman, he was 12 years old and very adept at giving himself a bath or shower. What 12 year old needs to be bathed by a woman? he wondered to himself. His answer was that any boy raised by Adell needed to be given a bath or shower by her; she bathed Stavros until he was 16 and she would be bathing his sons until they reached age 16 as well.

It took many weeks before Mark's penis no longer reacted to the woman's touch; it embarrassed the hell out of Mark because he didn't want the woman to think he was thinking of having sex with her. Adell soaped up her hands and was washing Mark as he immediately went ridged and his face got a shade of deep pink. Adell looked at Mark and smiled. "You look concerned. You worry about your cock getting stiff? I would be worrying if it didn't!" Adell put a finger tip on the top of Mark's penis. "This tells me you are a very healthy young boy. Never be ashamed of your cock, it will make your babies for you and make your wife very happy!" More than anything, her extremely cavalier and liberal attitude concerning his erections put his fears to rest which also gave his penis a rest (eventually). Mark laid his head back on the tub rim while Adell soaped him up and continued to wash him. For Mark, it was probably the calmest minute he spent in a few days. Mark closed his eyes for a moment listening to Adell humming in the background as she washed him. Mark's day was at an end.

Mark awoke with the lifting of his night shirt and Adell taking off the pull ups she had put on him the night before. Stavros had already gotten up and was washed, dressed and off the boat a half hour earlier. It was close to 9:30 and the closed curtains had masked the day break.

"Let your water go," Adell instructed Mark as she put a urinal up to Mark's penis and put it in the neck. Mark wasn't really sure if he had to go or not, but he concentrated on pushing and before very long, he had filled the urinal almost halfway. When he was finished Adell looked in the urinal.

"You are drinking too much soda and junk," she told the boy. "Drink more water instead,"

Mark giggled a bit. "You can tell what I'm drinking by looking at my pee?" he asked the woman.

"Of course I can. Didn't your mother ever tell you what you were drinking when she looked at your water?"

Mark shook his head no. American mothers don't study such things he thought to himself. Adell thought that was very strange and told Mark so. How could she know if the boy was well or not if she didn't see the color of his water?

"Did Stavros sleep here last night?" Mark asked the woman.

Adell looked at him curiously. "Of course he did, this is his bed too!" she told Mark. "He came in very late, close to 1:30 and I told him you had fallen asleep in the tub. He thought that was very funny!"

"Why?" Mark asked her.

"Because he could envision my trying to get you out of the tub all by myself. He forgets that I had to carry him out of the tub many times when he was a boy and fell asleep," she said almost wistfully.

"I don't think he woke me up last night," Mark said.

"Stavros knew you had a very hard and busy day yesterday, he would not have imposed himself on you under those conditions," Adell told him.

Mark blushed a little; he knew the meaning of 'Imposed' Adell saw the slight change of color in the boy's face and smiled. Kissing him on the forehead, she picked him up and brought him into the bath room for his morning shower. "You will have many nights together, your Father knows how to teach his sons well," Adell said to him as she stood him in the tub. Mark's blush deepened and so did Adell's smile as Mark's body reacted to the meaning of the conversation. "Don't worry about this," she said as she tapped the head of his penis with a finger. "Stiff little cocks are a very healthy sign for a young boy."

Mark giggled and blushed a little deeper. "Why do you call it a cock?" he asked her. Mark knew the word to be usually associated with boys cursing or relating to something dirty. He had never ever heard a woman call a penis a 'Cock' before, to Mark, it sounded almost lewd.

Adell had been in this conversation before with Nicholas and Alexander. "In Greece, we call it a cock. You American boys call it a dick or a prick. In England, they call it a willy. To me, it's your cock," the woman said matter-of-factly. "Don't worry about it, you have a very nice cock except for getting it cut off too much!" she said to the boy with a smile. Mark smiled back at the woman as he thought to himself that he was going to be going through life with a cock instead of a dick. He didn't think it made all that much difference, but it sure did sound funny coming from a woman!

With the New York Skyline in the background and the cars zipping past on the West Side Highway Mark had breakfast with Adell on the boat deck. The woman had coffee with Stavros before he left, but she waited for Mark to eat a full meal. It was very close to 10:00 and after breakfast she would be taking Mark shopping downtown. Mark's education began as he ate and Adell explained to him what had transpired in the past concerning his other adopted brothers back in Greece and what his future would be like in the short term. Long term plans were within the realm of Stavros to disclose.

Mark and Adell left the ship with three crewmembers, two men and a woman. As a boy, Mark generally hated going shopping for school clothes with his mother and siblings, it was always a hassle and very stressful for his mother who was forever looking for bargains and sales. Mark didn't think Adell knew what a bargain or sale was. He wasn't sure by the end of the afternoon if she even knew what a price tag was. She never looked at one. Her taste in boy's clothing was conservative, but not ancient as far as Mark was concerned. It was clear that she had the final say, but if Mark liked or disliked something, he generally got his way. Mark found himself in four stores, and a crewmember went back to the ship with a pile of clothes after each store was visited. When she ran out of crewmembers, she ran out of shopping and Mark found himself sitting for lunch at The Tavern on the Green in Central Park. Adell was especially happy with being out with Mark in New York City. As an American, he read, wrote and spoke English, but he also spoke Greek. Since Adell spoke only Greek, having Mark alongside her instead of a crewman with dubious abilities at English, she was much more comfortable knowing that her intentions were being properly conveyed.

The two of them returned to the ship and Mark found himself looking at a very different scene than when he left in the morning. In the morning, everything was very calm and quiet and nobody was around but a few pigeons and seagulls. Now it was like the Titanic was setting sail. Trucks of every description on the docks and hoses and lines all over the place foretold a departure was imminent for the ship. Mark had about two hours before dinner and Adell gave him permission to explore and observe the preparations that were now underway.

For a 12 year old boy, it was like watching a pirate movie. The Captain of the ship was up on the Bridge and Mark spent the next two hours picking the man's brain. The Captain had been with Stavros's Father on his boat, a 100 foot Feadship, and now, the man was the Captain on this boat, a 175 foot Feadship. The Captain was old Greek. He was steadfastly loyal to both Stavros and his Father, and he ran the ship with an iron hand. They no longer keel hauled sailors on ships, but when the Captain spoke, crewmen jumped into line nevertheless. Mark got the impression that some of the crewmen were afraid of the Captain. He probably wasn't wrong.

Captain Sophis's loyalties were instantly transferred to any member of Stavros's immediate family and now that included Mark. He had already been through this drill with Nicholas and Alexander, and when it was announced by Stavros that Mark was his newly adopted son, the man expected Mark to show up on the Bridge sooner, rather than later, as his brothers had done before him and like Adell he was especially pleased that there was no language barrier. The Captain spoke English, but he preferred to converse in Greek and Mark spoke his language but with a northern Greek accent. Captain Sophis lived on Crete.

It takes a huge amount or coordination and preparedness to go across the ocean, if something is forgotten halfway a crossed, there are few gas stations or restaurants available. One by one, the Captain explained to Mark what each truck or man was doing around the ship and Mark found the information fairly fascinating. He had never contemplated going overseas before; in fact he had never even been on a boat larger than a rowboat.

Now every system on the ship had to be checked, and every inch of storage space was being crammed with supplies of one kind or another. It was going to take four days for the ship to reach the Azores, and another five to reach Greece itself and that was if the weather was fair. The work was routine for the crew, to Mark, it was an incredible adventure unfolding before his eyes.

On top of all the preparations for departure, the ship still had the owner on board who was conducting as much business as he could before the boat left. That night there would be a party on the boat for Stavros's distributors and major clients in the U.S., 150 very important people to Stavros would gather amid a scene to Mark that looked like chaos.

By 5:30 Adell called for Mark to return to the Stateroom and she dressed him for dinner. Stavros would not be there, he was eating off with clients but Mark and the ship's Officers would dine with Adell and await his return sometime around 8:00. "Stavros wants you to get to know the ship's Officers Mark. They have been with him for a long time and do a very important job for your Father," Adell told the boy. This was the second time that Adell had related to Stavros being Mark's Father and it brought a question to the boy's mind. What does he call Stavros from now on? "What do Nicholas and Alexander call Stavros?" Mark now questioned Adell.

"Both boys call him Poppa just as Stavros called his own Father Poppa," Adell told him. "Is that name comfortable for you?"

To Mark, it seemed a whole lot more comfortable than calling him 'Dad' or 'Daddy'. Somehow to Mark, those names wouldn't 'fit' the situation. "Sure," Mark said to Adell as she knotted his new tie around his neck. Ties were something Mark was going to have to get used to.

Captain Sophis and his three Officers were there in the Dining Lounge as Adell and Mark arrived. Dinner was a fairly casual affair and the greater majority of it was spent with Mark asking questions about the sailing. He liked the Officers, and the meal went very fast. It was a "Get acquainted" meal as far as Stavros was concerned, and Mark seemed to have passed the test for the men. Speaking to them in their own language had a whole lot to do with it!

The Party that Night on the ship started around 9:00 and was more of a reception than anything else. To Mark, people stood around in suits with drinks or crackers in their hands and did a lot of smiling to him but generally, he spent the evening with Adell who walked around the ship probably five times nursing a drink of some kind. Mark got himself a Coke which Adell replaced with a glass of Perrier in less than 30 seconds. Mark wondered what his piss would look like in the morning; he had already had three Cokes since dinner without her knowledge.

Adell and Mark faded from the party sometime around 10:00 and by 10:30 he was washed, dressed for bed and had a fresh kiss planted on his forehead from Adell. Adell sat there and stroked Mark's hair for awhile saying nothing but she obviously was trying to read the boy. "Are you happy with your decision?" she asked Mark. Mark thought about it for a few seconds.

"Yes" he said to Adell.

"So am I," she told the boy as she took his face in her hands and kissed him on both cheeks. Mark fell asleep to the very low sound of music coming from an open door. He was happy with his decision.

Mark awoke to Stavros coming into the bed. The boy had no idea of the time, but there was no sound coming from outside the ship, not even traffic on the highway. Adell had put pull-ups on Mark and Stavros now pulled them back off the boy and threw them down on the floor. It had been two days since the two made love last and Mark was more than happy to give his body to the man. After slipping Mark's nightshirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, Stavros slowly caressed the boy's stomach area and chest as he look into the boy's face. Stavros's elbow brushed against Mark's penis that was standing straight up anticipating the man's touch, or even better yet, his taste.

The man's arm went down Mark's stomach and he cupped the boy's testicles in the palm of his hands as his fingers brushed up and down the boy's shaft that was dancing to the touch. Stavros began at Mark's forehead and kissed the boy every inch or two right down to his groin. He then opened Mark's legs and kissed his way first down one thigh and back up the other. By the time the man reached Mark's scrotum, the boy's testicles were being bathed in the heat of Stavros's mouth as the man sucked them up and down the boy's sack. Stavros was now alongside Mark and the boy could finally now give the man as much pleasure to him as the boy himself was receiving. Mark pulled down the foreskin revealing a head glistening with pre-cum that began to drift very slowly towards the mattress. Mark took his penis and bathed the tip of his nose and his nostrils in the man's lubrication as it slowly flowed out from the small slit. Rubbing the tip of the man's penis on his upper lip, Mark could feel and taste and smell the man's cream as it oozed even faster out of his penis and washed the boy's lips as Mark took it in and let it pool on his tongue. Each time the boy drew his tongue along the base of the man's urethra he knew he was milking more and more fluid from Stavros and he didn't need to be told how that felt, Stavros was now closely imitating his movements and Mark knew he was well beyond the point of no return. Mark brought Stavros to orgasm as the man released his seed to Mark's unrelenting tongue. Each time the man thrust his hips, Mark sucked the man's juice out even harder until finally Mark had all the man could give him. Mark ceased to suckle, but he wasn't ready to release Stavros just yet. The boy wanted the man's throbbing penis to retire very warmly, very slowly and very gently as he just let it sit there and recover on his tongue.

Stavros in the meantime had released the boy's throbbing balls from his mouth and was swallowing the boy as deeply as he possibly could. Nobody needed to tell the man the boy was on the verge of climax, his body was doing the talking for him as Stavros reached around and massaged the boy's prostate in unison with the boy's pelvic thrusting. Mark was climaxing, and he was fully ready to do it.

Mark's climax that night started off fairly routinely for the boy, he had been there thousands of times in the past. This one however ended with a different twist. Mark had pissed right in the middle of it, he could feel the piss come out! It wasn't a whole lot of piss, and it came out in spurts, but holy shit, he didn't know if Stavros liked or drank piss like his father or Michael did.

Stavros was completely shocked as he emptied the boy's urethra and slowly withdrew from the boy's beat red penis. Backing off the boy, he drew up Mark's penis shaft with two fingers and a little liquid formed at the top of the child's head.

"Do you know what just happened?" Stavros said to Mark. Mark was in a small panic. Was he going to be thrown off the boat? Was he going to be asked to do it again? He had no clue.

"Yes Poppa, I peed by accident," Mark said in a very low tone. Stavros smiled at the boy laying under him now. "You peed? Do you think this looks like pee?" the man asked as he showed Mark the liquid between the man's two fingers.

Mark looked at the liquid. It wasn't pee, but it wasn't exactly scum either. He knew what scum looked like; it was white like milk and a little thicker than water. Mark was very confused.

"Sit up for a second Mark," Stavros told the boy. Mark sat up and Stavros took the boy's penis back in his hand that by now was half soft again. "Watch," Stavros said as he put two fingers back on the boy's penis at the base and drew them up against his urethra. Just before the man's fingers reach the tip, a small bead of the liquid appeared and flowed down the side of Mark's head. "Congratulations, today, you are a man," Stavros said to the boy grinning from ear to ear.

"That's my scum?" Mark asked incredulously.

"That's the beginning of what will become the juice that will make your babies for you Mark," Stavros said to the boy as he wrapped his arms around him and rocked him back and forth.

"Holy shit!" Mark replied as he looked down again at his penis that was now very sound asleep.

"It sure is, but when you tell Adell about it in the morning you might want to leave that part out," Stavros laughed as he lay back down and brought the boy on top of him. "Go to sleep my little man and make some more juice for tomorrow."

On Mark's first full day as an adopted child, he also obtained ejaculation. It was a full day for him and the boy was ready for sleep within minutes as Stavros caressed the boy's pillow soft bottom with a secure tenderness that had Mark asleep before his Father reached his prostate.

Unlike the day before, Mark awoke with the sun as its rays bounced off the buildings across the river over in New Jersey. Stavros was still in bed with him and Mark had slipped off the man sometime during the night and was now alongside him. The night before, he thought he had peed. This morning, he damned well knew he had! Mark lifted his arm over Stavros's chest and slowly stroked it with his fingers sliding through the man's chest hair. Some men were more like gorillas than men. Stavros had hair, but it was soft and silky rather than coarse and curly. Mark liked the feel of it. He wondered if he would have hair too when he grew older.

Stavros was an early riser but Mark beat him by about three minutes and a small chest rub. It was his daily routine to be up, washed, dressed and in the office or out on business by 7:30. Today he would be a little late. Stavros stirred a little. "Now I would say you peed!" the man said to Mark.

Mark smiled at him; he knew Stavros was kidding with him. Stavros reached his face over and gave Mark a kiss on the lips. Then reaching over, he pushed a button and got up and put on a bathrobe.

Stavros was singing in the shower to himself as Adell came in the room and went straight to Mark who was still laying on the bed. Lifting off the covers she looked at the stain and then looked for the pull-ups. "We need to save money and stop wasting our time with these," she said to Mark as she picked up the diaper and threw it in the wastebasket.

Hearing Adell, Stavros now entered the conversation. "Guess who joined the Fraternity of men last night," he said to Adell. Adell looked down at Mark laying there and sat down alongside the boy.

"You produced your seed?" she asked Mark. Mark didn't answer but his face told Adell the whole story. Once again Mark found himself getting his face washed in kisses. When she first did it to him it made Mark feel a little embarrassed. Now, he almost craved her attention. He liked the woman's openness regarding him and his body. He liked the fact that he was free to say anything to the woman and it was a conversation strictly between them. Adell liked him for whom and what he was and never left the boy with any feelings of guilt or shame. The embarrassment part Mark would still have to work on.

From Adell's reaction, you'd have thought Mark hit the lottery. She emptied his bladder in the urinal and then inspected his testicles. Mark sat there waiting for the results. If she could read his piss, maybe she could read his balls too! Being touched by Adell was a little like being touched by the Doctor. Mark wasn't being sexually involved, he was being examined. Nevertheless, touching is touching, and Mark's dick really didn't know the difference between Adell examining them and rosy palm. The higher his dick got, the redder his face got. By the time Adell got through with her examination and noticed the difference between Mark's face and the pillow case, he was standing at full attention! Again, Adell smiled. "Don't worry about your cock standing up, worry if it didn't," she told Mark and got up from the bed.

"Are they OK?" Mark asked the woman.

"Do they ache you?" she asked the boy. Mark shook his head no.

"Fine," she said "Then they're busy filling the well back up for you. Let's get you washed." On the way to the bathroom, she picked the urinal back up from the floor. Looking inside, she didn't look all that happy.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked.

"Nothing if you stop drinking all that soda," she replied. Mark figured he'd better cut down; he couldn't fool this woman even with a bowl full of piss.

As Adell and Mark came into the bath room, Stavros was getting out of the shower and drying himself off. Mark look at the naked man standing there and then looked up to Adell to see what her reaction was. There was none. Adell had been looking at the man's naked body since he came out of his Mother's womb. Stavros was naked for the first seven years of his life. She bathed him twice a day since he was born. To the woman, this was just one more day and one more shower.

Taking the towel from Stavros, she had the man turn around and dried his back. "Go into the shower and just sit there for a minute Mark, I have to shave Stavros and then I'll wash you," she told the boy. Stavros moved over and sat on the toilet seat as Adell took some shaving cream and started to coat the man's face with it. Then she reached into the medicine chest and took out the biggest razor Mark ever saw in his life. Adell had been taught at age 11 to shave Stavros's Father with a straight razor, and now, she did the same for Stavros. Mark watched as the woman shaved the man and wondered why Stavros was so calm. One slip and that razor looked like it could cut someone's head off! "Why do you look so serious?" Stavros asked the boy staring up at him from the shower floor. "Doesn't that razor scare you?" Mark asked. Stavros giggled a little; he was in a playful mood. "Only if she dropped it!" he said to Mark. "From the look of things, it seems that your barber wasn't as careful!" Adell backed away a little from the man sitting in front of her. For the first time Mark heard the woman laugh.

Mark would hear her laugh again, mostly around the children that would be produced from Mark and his new brothers. It was a wonderful sound to the boy and it made him feel good. For some reason, it meant a whole lot to him to know that she was happy. "Pay no attention to Poppa," Adell told the boy. "There's nothing wrong with your cock." Mark looked down at his penis as it drooped to the shower floor. It took him a few seconds, but he finally figured out the joke. The thought conjured up in his mind made him squirm a little bit just the same way it did when he saw the boys in Elmira with their clamps on after they were circumcised. He wrapped his hands around his penis and held it tightly. Now it was Stavros's turn to laugh.

As Stavros brushed his teeth and combed his hair, Adell washed Mark and the two went into Mark's Stateroom. Mark had been in it before, but up to this point in time, had not slept there. All the clothes that were purchased in the City were now there and had been washed and put away and Adell chose a shirt and pair of shorts for Mark to wear for the morning. At 12 going on 13, Mark would learn that from that point in time on, Adell would decide what he wore until his 16th Birthday.

With the sun now coming over the tops of the buildings along Broadway, Breakfast was once again served to the three of them on the Boat Deck. Unlike the morning before, the activity on the dock was as frantic, if not more so, than it was when Adell and Mark returned to the ship from their shopping trip. Stavros had his usual coffee and buttered roll, but Mark was expected to eat a full breakfast according to Adell, and there were no appeals from her decisions. Mark never complained about having to eat food, his memories of being starved in jail were far to vivid to ever allow him to take food for granted ever again.

During breakfast Stavros laid out the day's plans: Mark's morning would be taken by a dental appointment to have his teeth cleaned and a full set of X-Rays made. He would meet Stavros at the Plaza for lunch at 1:00. Dinner would be on the ship at 8:00 and a reception for Business Associates would be held on the ship at 9:30. Mark needed to be in bed by 10:00. Tomorrow he would be going to a dinner and reception at the Greek Embassy and would need to have Formal clothing purchased. She needed more clothing; he had seen many of the things she wore before. Adell took notes.

To Mark it all seemed to be laid out very fast and very business like. It was the way Stavros did everything. Once Stavros was gone for the day, Adell put the day's schedule into human terms and filled in all the gaps that she knew would be necessary to meet the schedule:

Mark had an appointment at 11:00 in Downtown Manhattan and they would need a car and driver. Mark would need to be changed into a shirt and pants for the dentist.

Adell and Mark would then have to return to the ship and change into more formal clothes. She would be at lunch with them in the Plaza and you don't go to the Plaza in a house dress. Mark would need a jacket and tie.

Mark could have the afternoon off, but he would have to be in his Stateroom by 3:00, the tailor would be there to measure and fit him for Formal Attire.

Stavros wanted Adell to go out and buy some new clothes for herself. To Adell, this was one big pain in her ass; she didn't need new clothes. Nevertheless, three stores would be bringing in clothes for her to look at on the ship and her afternoon was wiped out doing something she didn't particularly like.

Mark needed to be back in his Stateroom by 7:00 to be washed and dressed for Dinner. Adell was to Dress for Dinner.

Adell would have him in bed by 10:00 and his day would be over until Stavros joined him.

Mark was a little confused. "What does it all mean?" he asked Adell.

Looking down at the schedule. "You'll have about three hours this afternoon to play," she told Mark.

Adell needed to coordinate her schedule not only with Mark, but with the Captain. Adell was made aware that the Captain was planning a life boat drill for the ship and that required the ship to be away from the dock and out into the river. Following breakfast, she met with Captain Sophis with Mark tagging along. From the schedule that Stavros wanted kept and the ship's schedule of workmen, the Captain scheduled the Drill for 4:30 in the afternoon. The ladies showing Adell her new clothing would just have to take a little boat ride!

From Mark's point of view all of these goings on was an eye opener. He always thought that when you needed to do something, you just did it! Unknown to him, the education of Mark had already begun. He was being taught Organization and Management 101 and it would continue throughout his life.

It was time to get ready for the Dentist and Adell and Mark went back to Mark's stateroom. All three staterooms, Mark's, Stavros's and Adell's adjoined and all three rooms were now being cleaned. As Adell laid out Mark's new shirt and pants for the trip to the Dentist Mark sat down on his bed watching the ladies as they cleaned and vacuumed. They had already stripped all three beds even though Mark's was un-slept in. Mark watched as the ladies took off the old mattress protector and put on a new one and pads to replace the ones that were now soaked on Stavros's bed. Adell called Mark over and the woman began taking the boy's clothes off.

Watching the woman in the stateroom next door, Mark had a question for Adell. "Does Stavros ever wet the bed by himself?"

Adell looked at the boy quizzically. "By himself? No, he hasn't wet the bed since he was 11 or 12 I think," she told him.

"Why?" She looked up at Mark who was still watching the woman in Stavros's room. Looking over, Adell figured out very quickly where the boy was coming from.

"How many boys your age do you know who wet the bed?" she asked.

"Lots," said Mark.

"And are you ashamed of them?" Adell asked him.

"No, but they're not girls either!" Mark said.

"Neither are the women who change your wet bedding. They know you are a boy, they know you wet the bed and they know you are sleeping in Stavros bed. They are also servants of Stavros and know how to keep his privacy. Nothing they ever see or hear ever leaves this boat and they are not ashamed of you," she told Mark. "There are going to be many new things in your life from now on, and one of them is going to be people around you that do things for you," she said to him as she took off his shorts and underpants. "It's easy to hide things if no one else is around, but that's no longer the case."

Adell now sat Mark down on her lap. "A very few weeks ago, you would have sat here in my lap as naked as you are right now very uncomfortable because I was a woman. Why aren't you uncomfortable today?" she asked him.

Mark thought about it for a few seconds. "Because I know you," he said to her.

"OK," said Adell. One by one Adell introduced Mark to the women and gave him a brief description of what they did on the ship. To Mark, it was little like being on a reception line shaking people's hand; but usually you had clothes on when you did something like that! Mark got through his introductions with a minimum of problems, helped immensely by the fact that he was sitting down in Adell's lap all the time with his penis firmly tucked between his legs and away from view.

Mark's Dental appointment was at 11:00 and Adell's lesson made them about 15 minutes late which meant they were right on time as far as Adell was concerned. She had waited in Doctor's offices sometimes for hours with Nicholas and Alexander when they were still in America, so turn around was fair play as far as she was concerned. The receptionist was pissed, but Adell didn't mind and Mark's cleaning and x-rays went off just fine.

Getting back to the boat and changed was a bit hectic, there was a fire on 78th Street and the Fire Trucks and hoses were all over the place. Adell now became agitated, they might be late for Lunch and she didn't like The Plaza anyway. Jackets and ties for lunch was not mandatory at The Plaza like it was for Dinner, But Adell wanted Mark looking his best anyway. Friends of Stavros would be there, and she was responsible for the boy. If he looked bad, she didn't do her job.

The food at the Plaza was very good Mark thought, but there wasn't a whole lot of it! Mark had a seafood platter of tuna, crab and shrimp salad, and when the plate was clean, he wondered when the rest of the food was coming. Mark remembered what Adell had said on the ride to the hotel, if he was a bird, he might be full.

On the ride back to the ship, Adell had the driver stop in front of a very seedy looking delicatessen on Broadway. As far as Adell was concerned, The Plaza served very expensive "Bird food," and she was hungry after picking through her lunch. To Mark, the deli looked more like a small appliance store. It had toasters and little grills and mixers hanging all over the place. Mark was told the place was fabulous and the food was heavenly. He saw a crowded small appliance store with lines of people at a counter leaving with satchels full of food. Adell handed a sheet of paper to a man standing by the front door who seemed to know her as far as Mark was concerned. The man also spoke Greek. He asked her if she wanted something to eat and she asked for a roast beef sandwich on rye. The man left and went behind the counter and made her the sandwich and brought it over to her on a plate. Adell gave Mark half the sandwich as she ate the other.

Mark didn't think too much about it except for the stares that he and Adell were getting from about twenty five people standing in line at the counter. Mark sat down at a little table in the middle of the store that the man brought him to and Mark ate the sandwich. Mark has never purchased a small appliance from the seedy little deli on Broadway, but he has sandwiches flown into Greece on a fairly consistent basis from Zabars, his favorite delicatessen. It's the only thing American he has refused to give up in over 15 years.

Mark returned to the ship probably 15 minutes before the tailor arrived, and Adell had him return to his Stateroom and undressed the boy down to his underpants. Mark needed to be measured for clothes, and the quickest way for him to do his job was by Mark being all but naked Adell had explained. Probably for a good half hour, the tailor took measurements from Mark and according to Mark recalling it later; the man measured everything but his dick and tonsils and he wasn't exactly sure about his dick.

By roughly 4:00 the tailor was done and left the ship. Adell told Mark he was free to go explore, but not to leave the ship. Mark headed straight for the Bridge and Captain Sophis. Mark sat on a long high bench seat that over looked the entire Bridge and just watched the action as the Captain prepared the crew to un dock and take the ship out into the river in preparation for the boat drill. The Captain put a wireless headset on Mark that allowed him to hear the crewmen as they spoke to each other during the un docking, and to Mark, it was like being included in on watching the Queen Mary sail. Stavros's crew was a very well oiled machine, and to Mark, they made it look like a very simple task, despite the fact that the tide was against them, the current was against them and the wind was against them. Now, move the 175 foot [50 m] boat without scratching off one inch of paint!

Once out into the river, the Captain swung the ship up towards the George Washington Bridge and Mark was allowed to sound the alarm for a life boat drill. Mark pushed the button and it scared the hell out of him in spite of the fact that he knew it was coming on. It sounded like a prison break he had seen in the movies. It was in fact load enough that the Captain had to call the Coast Guard ahead of time so that anyone on shore or on the river who called in wouldn't turn in a false alarm.

Mark was given the option of going to a life boat and be lowered to the water and almost leaped off the bench. Then he remembered Adell's admonition not to leave the boat.

"You would still be on the ship when you're in a life boat, but check with Adell anyway," Captain Sophis told the boy. Mark ran for Adell's room. Adell listened to Mark's request.

"Yes, you can go but follow the crewmen's instructions. Would you like to put on some pants first?" she asked the boy. Mark looked down. In his haste to get to the Bridge, he forgot he didn't bother to get dressed after the tailor finished. He was still in his whity tightys and had been for almost an hour now. "OOPS," Mark said.

With a neatly pressed pair of shorts on Mark went to the boat deck where the First Officer put him in a life jacket and put him in Lifeboat One. The ship had four main Life Boats and four rafts. Any boy who's ever been on a carnival ride knows what Mark experienced next, because the huge davits that held the lifeboats all swung out at once and now held all four lifeboats alongside the ship. Inside the lifeboat, Mark felt like he was suspended in air waiting to be dropped. In effect he was, but not really dropped. Mark's headset told him the crewmen running the lifeboats were to start their engines, and almost immediately the engine in his lifeboat roared to life. As it did the crewmen radioed back confirmation and the lifeboats dropped to the river like a slow elevator.

Once down on the river and un hitched from the davit cables, the lifeboats started to slowly circle the ship while each lifeboat's systems were checked by the crewmen on the lifeboats and back on the ship. Mark listened as constant chatter back and forth told him that every single nut and bolt was being tested and inspected, and crossing the ocean was beginning to look a lot more serious than he ever dreamed it would be. Mark even got to steer the lifeboat for a time. "Just follow that boat in front of you," he was told.

Once the drill was over, the pilot of Mark's lifeboat, the ship's First Officer, asked for permission from the Captain to take Mark upriver for a quick spin. For the first time in his life, Mark piloted the lifeboat up past the Bridge and along the Palisades of New Jersey with the wind whipping through his hair and a thrill running threw his body he hadn't really known before.

Mark was back on board the ship a little over an hour from the time he left and once again took up residence on the Bridge where he watched the ship dock. Mark said very little as he watched the goings on, but he was deeply impressed by the Captain and the control he had over the crew. On meeting the man, he thought he was a very nice, rather old man. Somehow in Mark's eyes, the man got a lot younger and a whole lot smarter.

"When are we leaving?" Mark asked the Captain after the ship was docked and the Captain took off his headset. "We can leave within six hours of Stavros telling us to go right now," he told the boy. "But by tomorrow, we can leave within two hours of his orders."

"What's the difference between today and tomorrow?" Mark wanted to know.

"Well, right this minute we don't have certain things on board we need to cross the ocean. But if Stavros tells me to sail as fast as possible, I can get the ship ready in six hours. By tomorrow, most of those things will be on board, so we could leave sooner if he ordered me to," the Captain explained to the boy. "In all probability, we will leave in two days, maybe a little sooner, maybe a little later. But there are several things that have to be taken into consideration; one is the weather, which is good for us right now, and the other is sea traffic, which is best for us in two days time."

Mark had never heard of "Sea Traffic."

"What's sea traffic?" he asked the Captain.

"What do you think it is?" the Captain asked him.

"It sounds like a road with cars on it in the ocean," Mark answered.

"Almost," said the Captain. "It's a highway on the ocean called sea lanes, and we will be one ship on a lane going east, and another lane next to us will be going west with other ships on it. We will need to know where they are and they will need to know where we are all the time. That way, we don't bump into each other, and if someone needs help, it's not too far away."

"Why don't we just go straight across the ocean and stay out of traffic?" Mark asked.

"We could, but if I did I would be putting your life in danger and Stavros would fire me," the man said to Mark with a smile on his face. "If anything went wrong and we needed help, there would be no one around us for thousands of kilometers. Besides, there is a petrol station in the middle of the ocean and the sea lanes takes you to it!" he said.

Mark was now thinking he was getting his leg pulled. "A petrol station?" he said.

The Captain pulled down a chart on the wall behind Mark. "See this little dot here," the Captain said to Mark as he pointed to the map. "This is the Azores, and it's almost 4,000 kilometers [2,500 miles] away from us. We can't cross the whole ocean without getting more fuel, and the Azores is our petrol station. If we don't follow the sea traffic, we miss these islands and run out of fuel!" he told the boy.

"Where is Greece?" Mark now wanted to know. The Captain pointed to Greece on the map.

"This is where we are going and it's about 9,000 kilometers [5,500 miles] away from here."

"How long is it going to take us to get there?" Mark now asked.

"Well, the ship can go about 1,000 kilometers [600 miles] in a day, so that's about nine days running if we don't stay over night anywhere. But usually, Stavros stops several days to give everybody a rest from the trip," the Captain told the boy. Mark studied the map. It didn't look all that far to him, but he assumed the Captain knew what he was talking about. "Unless we have a problem, we will be in Greece two weeks from today," he told Mark.

"Have you ever had a problem?" Mark now asked.

"Yes, weather can slow us down and even keep us in port once we get across the ocean," the man said. "If a storm comes up, we could be tossed around like a toy on the ocean and that eats up time for us," he said. Again, Mark wasn't sure if he was being handed a story or not. He looked around at the ship. It was much too big to be "Tossed around." He figured he'd have to confirm all of this with Adell.

"I will have the First Officer make up a chart for you and you can follow the ship's progress as we cross the ocean," the Captain said to him. "Nicholas and Alexander always love to do that, and I think you will enjoy it too!" The mention of the other two boys adopted by Stavros sent Mark on a whole new train of thought. Adell would answer the questions he had about them, and he thanked the Captain and went searching for Adell.

Captain Sophis watched as the boy walked off the Bridge. This was the 3rd boy Stavros brought into the man's life. He liked all 3, but Alexander was his favorite up to that point in time and he was looking forward to the crossing because Stavros had informed him that Alexander was being flown over from France to make the trip. He wondered if Mark knew that yet.

Mark walked into Adell's stateroom as the woman was being helped out of probably her 30th dress. Mark froze in his steps when he realized that she was getting undressed but his presence didn't faze the woman. "Don't be silly!" she told Mark as he began to apologize and withdraw. "Since you run around in your underwear, it's only fair that I do too!" That brought a laugh from the crew women showing Adell her clothes as Mark turned a little pink. The woman was tired of all the dressing and undressing, and Mark's arrival in her stateroom picked up her spirits. She had chosen many pieces and was frothing at the bit to finish. Adell picked out a few more dresses from a pile and was finished. Mark had no idea how much it all cost, there were no price tags, but he made a bet that they were far from cheap! With Adell now finished and the ladies packing up their things and leaving the ship, Mark wanted to ask Adell some questions, and the two went back to Mark's Stateroom.

As he stood there the woman undressed Mark for his shower. Mark was the 3rd boy Stavros had put her in charge of. She deeply loved the first two, but now Nicholas was getting married, Alexander was away at school in France a whole lot of the time, and now, the boy standing before her was carving his way into her heart at lightening speed. She gave most of the credit for that to the lack of a language barrier, communication with Mark was instantaneous. It took months for her to get Nicholas and Alexander to begin talking to her.

In her mind, Mark had a slight advantage because not only did he talk Greek, he looked Greek. Nicholas and Alexander were very good looking boys, who looked more American than Greek, Mark looked like he belonged walking down a street in Hania or Sparta with a group of boys going off to school. With his hair growing back at a pretty fast pace now, he had small curls of black hair around his ears and down his neck and steel grey piercing eyes. His body was pure Greek boy with an olive tan and a still visible tan line that she knew she would very quickly eradicate once they were out at sea. Like Nicholas and Alexander, he was circumcised unlike any Greek children she had ever known, but she didn't hold that against him, he still had a very beautiful body as far as she was concerned, even if his cock was a little short. She knew from the darker color of his scrotum that he would match Stavros in appearance, his eggs would be full and rich colored and his cock would be more than thick enough to satisfy the girl she chose for him to marry and have his babies. At 12, Mark had six to eight years before he would be ready to marry, and Adell already had three or four girls in mind for him that came from very good families with lots of male offspring. The girls were only between five and eight years old right now, but she would watch them and figure out which one was the most likely to produce big strong babies once they were old enough to produce children and she could analyze their bone structure.

As the woman washed Mark, the boy chattered away about his afternoon with the Captain. Mark was very much like Alexander she thought to herself, he too loved the ship and it's inner workings, the two boys would get along very nicely together she was sure. "Tomorrow morning, we will be picking Alexander up at the Airport. He wants to come back on the ship with us to Greece," the woman told Mark.

"Really?" Mark asked.

"Yes, he will be coming in with the rest of the crew for the voyage," Adell told the boy. Temporarily forgetting about Alexander, Mark wanted to know about the crewmembers.

"Normally, the ship has 12 crewmembers on board. But when we cross the ocean, we need 16," she told the boy.

"Why?" Mark asked.

"Crossing the ocean is a very big job, it takes a lot of men," she answered.

Mark now recalled the Captain's words about the weather. "Have you been on the ship when it rocks?" he asked Adell as she finished washing him and was drying him off.

"Many times!" she said.

"Did you ever get sea sick?" Mark wanted to know.

"At first when I was a very little girl, but you get used to it very fast and it goes away," she said. "Why, are you afraid you will be sick?"

"I don't think a ship this big could rock very much; I don't think I'll get sick!" Mark said.

Adell laughed a little. "In the middle of the ocean, this ship can rock very well!" she told the boy. "But I wouldn't worry about it, there is medicine that you will be given and it helps if it does get rough."

What's Alexander like?" Mark now wanted to know. Adell sat Mark down on the bed and took out a very large photo album from the bookcase. "This book is all about Alexander from the time he first came to us until last month. It is a picture history of him, and a book is being made now that will be yours when you grow into a man," she told the boy. The album was in chronological order beginning with Alexander at age 13 when he was adopted. It showed the boy with both Stavros and Adell and more than a few crewmen he had seen on board, including Captain Sophis. From the pictures, Mark could clearly see that the boy and the Captain were extremely good friends.

As Mark went from page to page, Adell described Alexander to him, including the fact that the boy loved the ship and being on her. Mark studied the pictures as Adell talked. He saw a boy in the pictures who was almost always smiling, usually swimming or at the pool and rarely clothed. Alexander had no tan line whatsoever and was obviously very comfortable being naked. Now 15, Alexander matured in the pictures from a pre-adolescent child to a budding man. The boy had grown from a body of straight and smooth lines to one with muscular definition. He was a damned healthy 15 years old, and he was going to be one hell of a beach hunk in very short order. Even Mark recognized that. "Does he lift weights?" Mark asked as he nearly finished the book.

"No, he swims a lot and plays tennis and plays a lot, but Stavros does not approve of boys lifting weights," she said to Mark.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Stavros does not think a boy's body needs to lift weights to grow big and strong. If he's active in sports and exercise, that's all he needs," Adell said.

"What do you think?" Mark asked the woman.

"I think Stavros is correct, and there is the proof!" she said as she pointed to a picture of Alexander standing by the pool with a bundle of grapes in his hand. In Mark's mind, Alexander was one hell of a stud, no questions about it!

"He looks nice, is he?" Mark now asked.

"Alexander is very kind and gentle, he's very smart, and he is a very wonderful boy to be around. He's a whole lot like you. I think you two will like each other very much!" she told Mark. It was Adell's turn to carve herself into the boy's heart, and she was doing a very impressive job. Mark smiled at her answer and wrapped his arms around her and hugged the woman he was liking more and more by the hour.

"I see you two are fighting as usual!" Stavros said as he walked into the room. Seeing the photo album on the bed, he addressed Adell. "He knows Alexander is arriving?" the woman nodded as Mark got up and gave Stavros a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Stavros picked Mark up and walked over to the bed and sat down. "Tell me about your day!" he told the boy. 20 minutes later, Stavros may have regretted the request; Mark never stopped chattering about the boat, the Captain and the life boat drill. Mark had a very full day Stavros knew, but the only thing the boy talked about was the last three hours or so. Stavros knew he had another Alexander on his hands; a boat rat!

Stavros was a little leery about Mark meeting Alexander for the first time, it was very important to him that the boys all got along well and that there was no jealousy between them. Listening to Mark he realized that the two of them would get along fine, the ship was the common denominator.

Much to Mark's chagrin, he was back in a tie and jacket for dinner, and he would stay in one for the next two hours until bedtime. The reception on the ship went fine, Mark spent most of his time with the First Officer discussing the up coming trip. The Officer had presented Mark with a booklet of charts that would be the ship's course across the Atlantic, and he spent most of the night explaining to Mark how to record the ship's progress with a hand held GPS. Mark was going to navigate his way across the ocean and he was thrilled to the bone about it.

By 10:00 Mark was undressed and slipped into bed as Adell got the urinal and had him pee. Inspecting it, she smiled as she gave Mark a glass of water. "Much better!" she told him as she put a pair of Pull ups on the boy and tucked him into bed with a kiss. "When you want to stop wetting the bed, let me know and I will train your body to stay dry at night," she said.

"You can do that?" Mark asked her.

"Of course I can, all boys can be trained," she told him.

"How?" Mark wanted to know.

"You'll find that out when you decide to stay dry," she told him and gave him another kiss and turned out the light.

Stavros came to bed very late, and immediately wrapped the boy up in his arms and snuggled against him as the man slid the pull ups down and off Mark. Stavros kissed the back of Mark's neck as he gently entered Mark and took the boy's erection firmly in one hand as the other cradled both testicles in a warm loving grip. Mark fell asleep as the man's penis bathed itself in the heat of the boy's body and pulsed against the walls of the boy's sphincter muscle. Mark was warm and secure in the man's arms, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Mark had a wonderful dream that night; he dreamed he was on the top of Mount Marcy in upstate New York looking out over the Adirondacks and he was completely naked and he was climaxing more sensually than he had ever climaxed before. After he finished climaxing he peed off the mountain and he peed very far, and for a very long time. The following morning the dream was still with Mark in his mind, and would be a great source of sexual fantasy for him to masturbate to for years to come. These kinds of dreams came often to Mark, almost always when he slept with his Father.

Alexander was coming in at 9:00 from Greece along with the four additional crewmen and the morning started fairly early for Mark as Adell came in to wake both the boy and Stavros up. Mark awoke with what he thought was the biggest erection he ever had in his life. The dream was in the forefront of his thoughts and was clear and fresh in his mind as the woman tried to steer his penis into the urinal before the flood arrived. After about a two minute wait and no urine, the woman put the urinal back down. "It appears that your cock is not stiff from your water," she said as she brought Mark to the bathroom and put him in the shower. "You can take care of this after your bath, we have to get going to the airport soon," she told the boy. Mark grunted a bit when she washed his penis. "I gather your well was refilled enough for you," she said as she rinsed him off and dried him. "If you need privacy, go into your bathroom and take care of your need. Otherwise, you can make your cock happy on the toilet." Adell's frankness amazed Mark, it also contributed greatly to his need to whack the piss off of his dick and real fast. He went into his bathroom and had the fastest jerk off he ever remembered in his life. Mark stalled for as long as he could in the bathroom, but eventually he went back to his bedroom with Adell waiting for him with the day's clothes laid out for him. Putting on his underwear, it was impossible for the woman to avoid seeing his half erect penis that was noticeably pink. She looked up at a very sheepish looking 12 year old who looked like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You look very serious," she said. "Do not worry about it. Every boy your age plays with his cock, if you didn't, I would be very worried for you." Over time, Mark would learn that Adell knew every trick in any little boy's repertoire, and absolutely nothing shocked, embarrassed or surprised the woman. She knew exactly how they felt and thought, raising Stavros had taught her well.

Without breakfast, Mark, Adell and Stavros went to the airport and met Alexander coming out of Customs. The boy had been on a plane for the last ten hours, and had slept most of the way to New York. As he stepped out of the secure area, Mark saw his new brother for the first time. Mark watched as the boy first greeted Stavros and then Adell. Mandatory two kisses on both cheeks were made, and then Alexander kissed his Father on the lips. Americans don't do this, civilized people do. Alexander was greeting his Father, and neither really gave a shit that they were kissing each other in public. Alexander next moved onto Adell, and there was a very distinct difference to Mark in the greeting. These two were very closely attached. At twelve, Mark could tell the difference between "I love you a lot" and "I love you a whole big bunch!" Adell was on the receiving end of a whole lot of love and Mark looked for a reaction from Stavros. To Mark, if Stavros was jealous, he sure as hell didn't look it, and the man beamed from ear to ear.

Stavros introduced Mark to Alexander and Alexander studied Mark for a very brief few seconds going from his head to his feet.

"He looks just like the pictures you sent Nana," the boy said to Adell as he moved closer to Mark. Mark wondered about the name "Nana" Did Alexander address Adell as his Grandmother? Was this something he should be doing? He decided he would find out, but first he had to greet his new brother and that was somewhat of a surprise to Mark also. There were no two obligatory kisses on the cheek, Alexander gave Mark a very big hug and planted a kiss on his lips before Mark knew it was coming! It took Mark by surprise, and even more surprising, Mark very much liked it. Some people knew how to kiss and some people knew how to press their lips against someone elses. Alexander knew how to kiss well enough that you wanted another one.

"Hi!" Alexander said as he backed away from Mark. Before Mark got the opportunity to respond, the boy addressed his Father. "I'm hungry Poppa, there wasn't a whole lot of food on the plane," he said as he took the man's hand in his. Once Alexander's baggage and the extra crewmen were sent back to the ship, it was time to eat, and both boys were fully ready for it.

Breakfast that morning was at a favorite Greek Diner of Stavros on the way back to Manhattan, and Mark's appetite was now meeting a rival. The two boys could put away an astounding amount of food between the two of them and it was close to 1:00 by the time they returned to the ship. Alexander's arrival on the ship created a large stir among the crew and it was very evident to Mark that Alexander, the Captain and the Chef were much more than casual friends. Both crewmen very much loved the boy and once again the greeting pretty much said it all. All day long Mark did a lot of watching, listening and taking mental notes about questions he would get answers to later. For now, he studied his new brother, and by and large, very much liked what he saw. Alexander was just a little over two years older than Mark, and had about 25 pounds [10 kg] and maybe three inches [7½ cm] or so in height on Mark. He had a bubbly personality and was more striking looking in person. If Alexander had a flaw or impediment, Mark didn't see it.

"Let's get you cleaned up and out of those clothes and into something more comfortable," Adell now told Alexander. "It's time for you two to get to know each other, and this is the best time to start," she told both boys as she turned to go topside to the Staterooms. Both boys followed as Stavros headed to his office on the ship. "Tell me about school," Adell said as she sat down on the bed and began taking off Alexander's clothes. As he chatted away, Mark saw his new brother up front and personal for the first time in person. The pictures were nice; the real thing was even nicer Mark thought to himself as he reacted to the new boy's body. Mark figured he was a very lucky boy, he had already had his shower, so he would not be embarrassed by his condition in front of his brand new brother. Adell had other ideas.

"Alexander, when was the last time you had a face this color pink?" the woman said as she moved Mark over to her and began undressing him. Alexander looked over to Mark and put on a very big smile. "One of the very first things you learn about Nana is to never blush in front of her or you're going to be naked faster than you can hide your boner!" he told Mark laughing. Mark smiled a little, but he still had a penis that was paying no attention to his discomfort. The harder he concentrated on keeping it in check, the stiffer it got.

By the time Adell had Mark's underpants on the floor, Alexander knew precisely what his new brother looked like when he was born. "But I already had a shower this morning," Mark said to Adell standing there with a dick about as big as it ever got. "It's get to know each other time. The best way to do that is with no secrets between you two," the woman said to Mark as she walked him into the bathroom. "Now, talk!" she said as she left the bathroom and closed the door behind the boys.

Alexander sat down on the floor of the shower and giggled as Mark crouched down beside him still red faced. "She did the exact same thing to me when I first came and met Nicholas," he told Mark. "I even had a boner too!" he said smiling over at Mark.

"Really?" Mark said wondering if Alexander was just trying to make him more comfortable. The boy shook his head. "It was a little bigger than yours, but yea, I had a doozy and Nana damned well knew it because she could see it pushing out my underpants!"

It was now time for Mark to laugh. "Lay down, I'll soap you up and then you can wash me," Alexander said as he reached for the liquid soap and poured it all over Mark's chest and abdomen. The next 20 minutes reminded Mark a great deal of Elmira and the showers. Alexander had been there, he had been there, and both boys knew the real purpose of the showers. It took Alexander under thirty seconds to join Mark in raging boners and Mark's color went back to normal, he was back on familiar territory and with a fellow traveler. When Alexander got to Mark's hands, he took Mark's left hand in his and looked at his ring for a few moments.

"Who ringed you?" he asked.

"Michael," came Mark's reply. Alexander had seen Michael at Elmira and knew of the caretaker, but Alexander himself was ringed by a caretaker named Dennis who was now out in the field. Mark did not know who Dennis was. Alexander next wanted to know whether Mark was paired with an older or a younger boy in the field. Alexander was paired with an older boy. Once adopted, he had Nicholas, his older brother.

"Now you're the older brother!" Mark said to him.

"Yea, I guess I am!" Alexander said with a half smile on his face as he looked into Mark's face and eyes searching for some kind of sign. Both boys were sitting there in the shower and both were sitting crossed legged Indian style while washing each other. Mark knew the answer his new brother was looking for and laid down flat in front of him. As Mark had done with Steven, and as Nicholas had done with Alexander, it was now Alexander's turn to become the senior partner, and Mark closed his eyes as Alexander consummated the relationship and brought his little brother into his mouth for the first time.

Close to an hour later, both boys knew each other from head to feet as Adell once again came into the stateroom and laid out clothes for both boys. Alexander skipped all clothing except for the shorts which surprised Mark. He didn't know up to that point in time that he had any choice. He put on what Adell put on him. Now, Alexander handed the woman some shorts and sans underpants, he was dressed. "It saves time," Alexander told his brother, "She's only going to get you naked again sooner or later anyway." The boy half giggled as the woman gave him a tap on the ass in a mock slap. "Don't pick up any bad habits from him or he'll get you into trouble," she chided Mark as the boy stood there in front of her.

Both boys now headed back to the Bridge and the Captain. "When are we sailing Captain Ari?" Alexander wanted to know as the two boys filed in with charts and GPS's in hand.

"We will be sailing tonight well after midnight," he told the boys.

"You have everything on board now?" Mark wanted to know.

"No, but it will be on board by 6:00 tonight and then we will be cleared by Customs to leave when we want to," the man told the two wide eyed boys. Alexander was making the crossing now for the 4th time and he was still thrilled with the adventure of the trip. Mark was about to learn what it took to get a ship across the ocean.

The Boat basin was awash with trucks and men bringing aboard last minute supplies of fresh meats, fruits, vegetables, frozen food and perishable items. Mark's formal wear now made it's appearance, and while Mark went back to the State room with Adell for the fitting, Alexander went below to the galley and his passion, the kitchen. Alexander loved to cook and was getting very good at it thanks to the ship's chef and his crew.

Lunch was late due to the late breakfast and Alexander wanted to eat at Zabars. Mark wasn't hungry until he heard the name and then it became a foot race between him and Alexander up the hill to Broadway as Stavros and Adell followed the two boys. "What do you think?" the man asked his house keeper as they watched the two boys ahead of them.

"It is a very good match. They are at the right ages and Alexander will bring him along nicely," she told him. "Besides, I think Alexander was getting a little lonely without a brother to sleep with and share things with. He's had nothing but school mates to sleep with now for two years, he needs brothers not friends." Stavros did not disagree. While he himself did not have a brother, he did have his best friend through his childhood who was all but his brother.

Alexander and Nicholas were now too old for each other; Nicholas was about to marry and his youth was now behind him. His wife would sleep in his bed once the two were married and until then Nicholas would take care of his own needs until he took his wife's virginity on their wedding night. Alexander was still almost a year away from his 16th Birthday and then he too would have to begin courting and leave Mark behind. Stavros hoped that another boy was less than a year or so away, at least that would be the best he could hope for.

As Mark walked into Zabars with Alexander, the same man who had greeted him and Adell at the door the day before almost swept Alexander off his feet. The boy's association with the ship's Chef was well known to everyone in the deli, and the owners made every customer feel very special. Certain customers, they made feel like Royalty and Stavros and his family were Royalty to them. Mark's lunch that day was not quite a lunch; it was more like a smorgasbord. When the owners found out that Mark had tried, and loved one sandwich (The Roast Beef) from their deli, they proceeded to make and serve him a slice of just about every different kind of sandwich they made. When he walked out that day, they had a customer for life and they knew it! Stavros ordered dozens of sandwiches that he wanted delivered back to the ship's crew, and by the time they returned to the ship, the plates were empty.

Walking off lunch was an absolute necessity, and the two boys lead the way down the pedestrian walkway along the river towards the George Washington Bridge as Adell and Stavros followed at a discreet distance. Stavros had invested a huge amount of money and time into the boys, and watching them interact was his best assurance that all was going as planned. Stavros watched as pigeons amused the boys as did squirrels and chipmunks. About a quarter mile up the walk, they all turned around and slowly made there way back towards the Boat Basin this time, more as a foursome.

Two boats dominated the Basin, The Highlander, owned by Malcolm Forbes, and Stavros's boat that docked just in back of it. Both boats looked pretty much alike, except that Stavros's had men crawling all over the place and The Highlander looked deserted. As he approached the ship Mark still had a lingering doubt in his mind. "Does that boat really rock a lot?" he asked Alexander.

"Sure, when the sea gets rough, we get tossed around pretty good!" Alexander told him.

"But it's so big!" Mark protested.

Alexander smiled at his new brother. "If you think this ship is big, you should see a forty foot wave!" Mark could not conjure up a forty foot wave in his mind.

It was now close to 4:00 and the reception of the Greek Consulate was set for 7:00 in lower Manhattan. Both Mark and Alexander wished they could skip it and stay on the ship and watch the goings on, but both knew that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. As Alexander stepped into the stateroom he pulled off his shorts and was once again naked. "See what I mean?" he said as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Adell just smiled a little as she undressed Mark. "Pay no attention to him, he thinks that every woman in the world just wants to see him naked because he has something special to offer!" she said "That's not what you said to me last year!" Alexander shot back with a big giggle. As Adell threw a wet wash cloth at the boy, Mark watched the two interact. If there was anything more to it, he wasn't aware of it, but these two obviously loved each other, were comfortable around each other, and liked to tease the hell out of each other. Mark decided he liked the both of them, and he liked the choice he had made.

As Adell finished washing both boys two women came in and it was time for Adell to get washed and dressed herself. As he was being dried off by Adell, Mark was told that he would be dressed and then both boys could wait for her and Stavros on the Bridge. Mark was very used to Adell dressing him and being around her naked, now, she had passed him off to another woman. "Get used to it," Mark was now told by Alexander in English. "If Adell isn't dressing you, one of these women will be," he told Mark. Very much to Mark's surprise, he did not get an erection. It damned near floored him. Why not? Piece by piece, the boys clothing were put on by the women and Mark shortly found himself in front of a full length mirror looking at himself in a tuxedo, the very first in his life, "Wow!" was Mark's only reaction.

"Knowing Poppa, you probably have four or five sitting in the closet right now," Alexander said to him. Mark now figured out what all the measuring was about. As his shoes were put on and laced up, they fit him like a glove.

As Mark walked up to the Bridge with his brother that afternoon, he felt like someone special. He felt like someone important. He felt like someone who had value and worth. He had never felt that way before about himself and he wondered how a bunch of clothing could do all that for someone. Looking over to Alexander who was also dressed in a tuxedo, he wondered if he looked even close to being as handsome.

Diplomatic receptions are wonderfully fabulous affairs if you are a Diplomat, a Politician, or a Business Man. Two boys, ages 12 and 15 were bored out of their fucking gourds. Little boys don't eat fish eggs no matter how expensive they are, and Diplomats and Politicians don't know children beyond patting them on their heads which drives the kids up a wall. Mark's last night in the United States was a very long four hour marathon that mercifully ended for him when Stavros asked Adell to take the boys back to the ship. On the trip back uptown, none of them knew who was happier, Adell or the boys.

It was very close to 11:00 by the time they got back on board, and to Mark's surprise the ship was practically dead quiet. They were no more hoses, no more trucks and no more workmen. Adell put both boys down in the stateroom, and Mark and Alexander were in bed by 11:15 with the promise that they would be awoken when the ship left port.

Lying in bed with Alexander, Mark looked up at the buildings along the West Side Highway and wondered who the people were who lived in those apartments. He knew Stavros owned one of them, but it was out of sight from the window of the ship. Alexander looked over to Mark and seeing him staring out the window, knew what the boy was now feeling.

"You're going to like where you're going," Alexander said to his brother. Mark said nothing; he hugged his brother just as tightly as he possibly could.

As the boys involved in The Program always did, Alexander now wanted to know how Mark had become involved in The Program in the first place; what had Mark done to get him into jail? Mark related the entire story and much to his surprise, it was related as if Mark was discussing a very mundane event. Six or nine months previous, the telling of his story would have been done with buckets of tears and now it was just ancient history to the boy. After Mark related his history it was Alexander's turn. Once again, Mark was caught off guard and by surprise. Almost every single story he had ever heard was of innocent encounters, manipulation by some adult in the boy's life, physical or sexual abuse, ignorance or stupidity by authorities. It was never "I fucked and am in jail." It was now.

Alexander was born of a woman of Greek ancestry, Alexander did not know what his father was, he had no recollection of him. His father left his mother when the boy was two years old. Alexander at around age ten learned that he was a very fussy baby, and his working mother left the baby in charge of a sitter who had "A way" with fussy babies, and she sat for Alexander from age two to age four. Alexander has no recollection of the sitter.

By age 4, Alexander's mother noticed that whenever she bathed or changed him, Alexander would become erect. This persisted until age 6, and Alexander started sexually interacting with his playmates, and eventually with his class mates once schooling began.

By age 8, Alexander would fuck anything that stood still long enough and the school called in the very best psychologists who counseled Alexander on the evils of his ways.

At age 10, Alexander was sent to a very special school for sexually dysfunctional children and Alexander thought he died and went to heaven. During the day, he would be taught the evils of masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, fetishes, masochism and things Alexander never even dreamed about in his wildest fantasies, and at night, it was show and tell and practice time with 36 of his closest buddies who lived in his dormitory with him. five seconds after the lights in the dorm went out and the door closed behind the matrons, it was musical beds for the next hour or so.

When the kiddies weren't being instructed by staff in class how evil, dirty and disgusting their sexual romps were, the staff was giving private lessons on a one to one basis. By the time Alexander graduated the school, he could write a book on Kama Sutra positions from personal experience.

At age 12, Alexander was cured forever and returned home to mom. Two days later on a 4-H Campout, Alexander had a relapse along with three of the boys in the tent with him. He now found himself standing in front of a judge who figured Alexander needed to go to the big house where he could get his ass straightened out. If not, he'd just get fucked for the next six years. Either way, the judge figured justice had been served.

From Alexander's point of view, his history didn't bother him one bit. For whatever reason, he liked to fuck, and The Program allowed him to do that. His finding Stavros was a fluke to the boy, but a very welcome one. He loved the man, he loved his older brother Nicholas, he especially loved Adell, the Captain and the Chef, and he loved the direction his new life was taking him. Greece and especially Hania were a paradise to the boy because it was the only place he had ever known in his life where he felt "Free."

He attended an all boy's school in France which was made up of students from all over the globe, and he learned that little boys around the world liked to fuck just as much as he did. It must be something in the water. Like Mark, Alexander met Stavros weeks after entering the field, and was adopted just three months later. Now, the two of them were lying in bed about to cross the Atlantic and Mark fell asleep with Alexander giving him a back rub sitting on top of Mark's ass. As the Senior Partner, Alexander could do whatever he wanted to with Mark while Mark slept, but if he did do anything, Mark was oblivious to it, he was one very tired little boy.

Chapter Two

Mark appeared on the Bridge and by the minute was awakening from what seemed to him to be a drug induced coma. Alongside Alexander, he put on his wireless head phones and listened as the crew talked to each other and the great ship slowly undocked and swung around the Highlander on its way down the river. Mark watched intently as the ship proceeded down the river. The lights from the tall sky scrapers melded into one as they passed by.

Going under the Varrazano Narrows Bridge, Mark looked up from the ship as the bridge passed overhead. It was an impressive sight. So were the Twin Towers. So was the Statue of Liberty. So was the thought of Danamora. Mark knew he was leaving it all behind him, and it didn't bother him one fucking bit.

After leaving the Bridge, the lights of Long Island on the Port side became dimmer and dimmer to the boys. Before very long, it was pitch black outside and nothing was seen beyond the glow from the screens of the electronics on the Bridge and on the Port beam, the occasional twinkle of the Montauk Point Lighthouse at the very tip of Long Island. Straight ahead of them four days away was a tiny group of islands and that was their destination. The ship moved forward with a comfortable vibration and moved up and down very gently as it moved through the water at almost 32 knots like a porpoise swimming. By 3:00 a.m. both Alexander and Mark were sound asleep lying on the bench on the Bridge and were carried back to the stateroom and put back in their bed. Their voyage had begun.

Mark awoke and felt the bed slowly vibrating and a hum coming from somewhere. He felt movement, and saw the light on the stateroom wall moving up and down the wall very slowly. It took him a few seconds, but he very quickly realized he was at sea on a ship. He also had his 15 year old brother on top of him staring at him from about five inches [12½ cm] away. Alexander had been at sea before while Mark had not, and Mark wanted to immediately go and see what was going on. The last thing he knew, he was looking at green screens with lines flowing around them in a sea of darkness on the Bridge.

At sea or not, Mark knew that Alexander was in charge, even if Alexander didn't know it. Mark wasn't being given direction by his brother, so Mark figured he would get the message across as fast as he could. If Alexander wanted him to remain there, fine. If not, let's get up on the Bridge where the real action was! Mark opened his legs as Alexander slid down between them. "Why do you still have pants on?" Alexander asked Mark.

"I wet," Mark told the boy. Alexander reached his hand down Mark's stomach and his hand found Mark's genitals inside the soggy pull ups. "The beds are always protected; you don't need to wear pull ups if you don't want to," Alexander told his brother.

"Then you will get wet too!" Mark responded.

Alexander's face showed a small smile. "Poppa doesn't care about that and neither did me and Nicholas when we slept together," he said. Even with the pull ups on Mark knew very well that the boy on top of him was fully erect. Alexander moved his hands to the waist band of the pull ups and slid them down Mark's legs along with the pajama bottoms. Once past Mark's knees, Alexander's foot pulled them down and off the boy the rest of the way and they were left crumpled up at Mark's feet as Alexander now fully rested his erection on top of Mark's very quickly stiffening penis.

Alexander laid his head to one side and rested it on Mark's chest as the boy's hands moved up alongside Mark's ribs and held him tightly.

"Nicky and I used to wake up like this all the time when he was younger, but now he doesn't do that with me anymore," Alexander said to Mark. Mark listened to his brother and heard a definite tone of sadness coming from the boy lying there on top of him. "Why not?" Mark asked.

"When we reach age 16 we have to do it only with girls," Alexander told him. "Nana has already chosen a wife for him, and now he's going to get married. We haven't done it with each other for two years now."

"Why do you call Adell 'Nana'?" Mark asked his brother.

"Nicky started to call her that when he first came, and I just followed him. She is even better than my Grandmother was, just a whole lot nicer," Alexander answered. "Besides, she likes it!" Mark thought about it for a few seconds. Adell was no longer Adell; she was Nana from now on as far as he was concerned.

"What do you mean Nana chose a wife for him?" Mark now wanted to know.

"Nana chooses who we will marry. She found Nicky's wife, and she's already found mine. Probably yours too!" his brother told him.

"You're kidding me!" Mark said. Alexander picked his head up off Mark's chest and once again looked down into his brother's face. From his expression and tone, Mark realized he was telling him the truth.

"Nana found Nicky's wife when he first came. He can marry her now because she just turned 12. The girl that I'll marry is seven. When she gets old enough, we'll get married too," Alexander told Mark.

"You're going to marry a seven year old girl?" Mark asked.

Alexander smiled. "Don't be silly, she won't be seven three years from now!" Mark was a bit confused.

"So she'll be 10. You're going to marry a ten year old girl?" Mark asked. "Have you met her?"

"No not yet, but I will when I turn 16 next year. That's when you and I can't do it together anymore," he told Mark.

"Next year you're going to be fucking a girl who's eight?" Mark asked his brother.

"No, we can't have sex until after we get married. Nana and Poppa wouldn't allow it and neither would her parents," Alexander told him.

"She has to be a virgin when we get married and I can't marry her before I turn at least 18," Alexander told his brother.

"She's still only going to be ten years old, ain't that a little young?" Mark asked.

"Not in Europe, and not in Greece. Greek girls marry young and have lots of kids unless they have a lot of boys from the beginning," Alexander told Mark.

"What's that got to do with it?" Mark asked.

"Greek girls can't stop having babies until there are at least three boys or more in the family. Even if she has 12 girls, she has to keep having babies until the boys are born." Mark looked a little distressed at this news.

"Why?" Mark asked.

"Because only boys can carry on the Family name, not girls."

"What if I don't want to get married?" Mark asked.

"Nana will change your mind," Alexander said as he laid his head back down. "Nana wants our boy babies for Poppa and she always gets what she wants."

Mark still had tons of questions, but he had to first digest what he had just learned. He also needed to take a piss. He had lost his erection during the conversation and now his body was telling him to either move or let loose. "I have to go pee," Mark told Alexander.

As both boys stood over the toilet peeing, Alexander looked over to Mark's penis. "You know you don't have to do anything with me right?" he asked Mark. "The only way we can have sex together is if you want to. Nobody can make you if you don't want to!" he told him.

"Why are you telling me that? Don't you want to?" Mark asked his brother.

"Oh no, I want to, but Poppa wants you to know that it's always our choice if we sleep with each other." With his bladder now empty and the tone of the conversation turning, Mark's penis took note and started to spring back to life. If he wanted to hide his willingness to engage with Alexander, his penis wasn't cooperating.

Neither boy said anything as they stood there, their erections did the talking for them. Alexander had a good inch and a half [4 cm] over Mark at about five and a half inches [14 cm] and a small but bushy crop of hair on his abdomen. There was no doubt to Mark's mind that it was going to be a very successful year until his brother reached age 16. Alexander looked at his brother's growing interest.

His nights of loneliness were obviously over and it would be nice to stop having to just jerk off for awhile. His time sleeping with Poppa was quickly reaching its end and Nicky was already gone now for almost two years. His friends at school were OK, but nowhere near as good as his times with Nicky were, and now maybe those times would return.

Mark turned on the shower seconds before Adell came into the stateroom. He looked down at his erection and shrugged his shoulders. In his mind, it was now a 50/50 split decision on getting up to the Bridge as soon as possible or jumping all over his brother's bones. The presence of the house keeper seemed to suggest to him that any sex play was out the window, but he was to learn that that wasn't always the case.

Adell came into the bathroom just ahead of Alexander and to Mark's surprise, Alexander's dick didn't look any smaller than it did two minutes ago despite the woman's presence.

"Have you two come to any agreements?" she asked Alexander as she picked up some soap and started to wash Mark.

"Yes Nana. Mark doesn't want to wear any pants to bed anymore," Alexander told her.

"We will sleep together."

"This is what you want?" she now asked Mark.

"Yes Nana," he said as his penis once again began to come to attention. Adell had no outward reaction, but she was a very happy woman. She knew Alexander was lonely, now that would end.

Mark was also now calling her Nana.

As the woman finished washing Mark, she turned her attention to Alexander. "You have to know that you're going to be getting wet," she said to him as she began by shampooing his hair.

Alexander giggled. "Remember when I first came and slept with Nicky?" he said to her. Adell laughed as she recalled when Nicky and Alexander first got together and in the middle of the night a sleeping Alexander let loose as his brother performed oral on him.

"I remember him coming running into my room thinking he had broken your cock!" she said as she continued to laugh to herself. "Just remember, Mark can give water several times a night. Just because he has already pissed doesn't mean he won't again," she chided both boys. From that point on, Mark was put to bed naked by Adell as was Alexander.

With showers over, Adell sat down on the end of the bed as she first dried Alexander and then Mark. Neither boy's erection had subsided and nobody had to hit Adell over the head with a brick.

"When you two are finished, you have breakfast to eat," she said as she got up and closed the door behind her.

"She Knows!" Mark said to Alexander.

Alexander laughed as he sat down on the bed. "Not only does she know, she expects," Alexander told his new brother. "Adell was raised with all of her brothers and cousins doing it together, she expects us to have sex or figures something's wrong between us." The evening before, Alexander took Mark in his mouth. Now it was Mark's turn as he knelt down at Alexander's feet looking straight down on his brother's erection. As his penis disappeared into his brother's mouth Alexander lay back and closed his eyes as Mark stroked the legs of his brother as he drew him ever closer to climax as his relatives had done for thousands of years before him.

Both boys had slept until very close to 10:00 and by the time they were both ready to leave each others arms, it was closer to 11:00 when the boys went topside to the Boat Deck and Mark took his first look around. The scene amazed him. For 360 degrees around the ship, there was nothing but water. No other ships, no land, no birds; just the sea and sky. Mark had never seen that before, not even in the movies. The waves were very long and rolling and a bow wave curled as it slipped past the ship. The water on the Hudson River was always brown; this water was green and crystal clear as it rolled over itself alongside the ship.

"Watch over there!" Alexander said as he pointed off to the side of a bow wave. Mark now saw three dolphins playing in the wave as the ship moved through the water.

Stavros was looking forward to sitting down with Adell for breakfast, she would know from morning showers how the boys were getting along and it was very important to him that they all get along well. He was building a family and unity was essential to his long-range plans.

"Well, how do you think they are getting along?" he asked his house keeper.

Adell smiled. "I think they will be even closer than Alexander and Nicholas were, " she told him. "Already they sleep together and the ship is a common bond," she told him.

"Mark knows he does not have to sleep with his brother?" Stavros asked.

"That's not a problem, one look at both boy's cocks tells anyone that they want to be with each other. Neither boy is getting his arms twisted and nobody is asking for separate beds," she said with a slight smile. Stavros depended upon this woman to raise the boys, and he was comfortable with what he was being told. Nobody knew a boy quite as well as Adell, and that included himself when he was their age. Adell now called the boys over for breakfast who reluctantly left the railing for food.

"You two took so long, I thought you were killing each other," Stavros said as he kissed the boys good morning.

Alexander smiled. "Hardly Poppa!"

Breakfast that morning was a quick affair, the boys were on a mission and that was to get to the Bridge as soon as possible. Back in the stateroom, Mark and Alexander now concentrated their efforts on what would become a daily routine for them; plotting the ship's position across the Atlantic and all the way back to Greece. On the first day, Mark came within 30 miles [50 km] of figuring out where the ship actually was. Alexander, who had already been plotting for several years, knew exactly where the ship was. By the time Mark arrived in Greece, he too was on target.

When Alexander wasn't on the Bridge, he was usually down in the galley with the chef. The boy had developed a very close friendship with the man over the years and Alexander did love to cook. Mark could take it or leave it; he would rather be up on deck and in the Bridge watching the action from there.

After lunch Adell decided it was time to work on Mark's tan. In New York, when Mark went top side or in the pool he was always appropriately dressed. Now, the ship was out at sea and the appropriate dress for Stavros's children either at home or on the ship was naked or very nearly so. As Mark would learn, most boys in Greece wear shorts most of the time and very few chose to wear underwear. Naked is never that far away.

Alexander had no tan lines and Mark soon discovered why as his brother took off his shorts after lunch and dove into the pool. Adell called Mark over to her chair as the woman pulled his shorts off and dropped them to the deck. Adell put tanning lotion on Mark as the boy nervously looked around. As aware of what was going on around her as she usually was, Adell saw the look on Mark's face and told him not to fret about being naked. "Both the Boat Deck and the Promenade Deck are off limits to the crew except in emergencies," Adell told the boy. "Only the Officers and the women will come up on these decks while we cruise," she told Mark as she greased the boy's testicles. "You also need to keep in mind that the bow is off-limits to us while we cruise," she told him. "It is tradition for the bow to be restricted to the crew to relax during their time off and you cannot go up there at any time." This disappointed Mark a little, he wanted to go up there and watch the dolphin play with the ship's wake. "They will not invade your privacy, and you will not invade theirs," the housekeeper responded.

By the time the woman was nearly finished Mark looked down at his body that was as slick as a greased pig. Adell now picked up another bottle of different lotion and began covering his groin area and buttocks with a white cream. By the time she was finished he had a white scrotum and a very stiff white penis as a result of the application process. "You will be as brown as a berry in a few days and won't need special protection for your cock and balls," the woman told the boy. As she put a towel on a deck chair and had Mark lay down. Mark giggled a bit as he lay down. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to get used to her frankness, especially in public.

By the time Mark arrived in Greece, he had no tan lines and could actually lay down on a towel by the pool without his penis reaching for the sun; something that amused the hell out of Alexander. As Adell had said, the male crew never appeared on the upper decks, and Mark soon pretty much forgot about swimming or tanning nude. Occasionally, the women and Officers did come up on the pool deck, but Mark soon learned that he may as well have been wearing a snow suit from head to feet. There was zero reaction to his being naked, with or without a raging boner!

Mark didn't exactly know why, but the feeling of being 'Free' while naked on deck was almost intoxicating to him.

In the middle of the afternoon, Adell approached both boys who were practicing with the GPS systems that the First Officer gave them to navigate with and Adell called Mark over to a chair. She held a note in her hand. "Poppa has received a message from some boys that you know," she began. "The boys want you to tell them that you are all right and that nothing bad has happened to you, they were worried when you left without saying anything to them," she told him.

Mark looked a little surprised. "But I didn't know that I wasn't going back!"

Adell nodded her head. "Yes, we know that, but the boys think that something bad has happened to you, and they want you to tell them that you are safe and well."

"Poppa has been told that you have a code that you can send to let the boys know how you are." The woman now handed Mark a writing tablet.

Mark looked at the woman. "You know we have a code?" he asked.

"Poppa and I know all of you have a code and we do not want to know what it is. It is your private business and nobody else should ever be told about it," she told him. "We don't know what this note says, and we don't want to," she said as she handed the boy the note. The message was in code from Doc and he requested the message be addressed to Aaron. Mark now knew the request was legitimate.

Every single boy in The Program knew how to communicate, both with Doc back in Elmira and with each other through Doc. The code, known only to the boys, allowed them to tell each other if they were in danger or needed help. It also allowed them to tell each other if they were well and happy. Not even the caretakers knew the code. Now, Mark was told to communicate with Aaron. It was almost three weeks since Mark last thought about Aaron and Alex. Much worse, he hadn't thought about Steven either! Mark stared down at Doc's note and began getting more and more depressed by the second. He had done to his friends what his parents had done to him: abandoned them without a second thought.

Mark's reaction to the request caught Adell by surprise. The woman thought that it was a simple matter; write a note and let your friends know that you are OK. She misjudged the depth of the feelings that the boys in The Program had for each other. They had gone through a living hell together in County jail and at Danamora and brought each other through it by sticking together. Now, he was on a Super Yacht going across the ocean and guilt was now ripping him apart. It wasn't so much the fact that Mark was upset, but the speed at which he spiraled into this depression that caught Adell off guard.

Mark thought himself into a tailspin of remorse thinking more about Steven than of Aaron. He had made a commitment to Steven and now felt like he had basically walked away from him. What was Steven now thinking of him? Was he OK? The more Mark thought about Steven sitting in the Adirondacks abandoned by him the more his eyes welled up. Was he thinking of Steven in the mountains or of himself in Kingston? Thoughts of both melded in his mind.

Saying nothing to Adell he walked over to Alexander and took him by the hand half dragging his brother to his feet. Alexander had no clue what was going on, but he instinctively knew that Mark wanted him to go with him. Mark was losing it and losing it very fast.

For one of the very few times in her life, Adell didn't know exactly what to do or say. Should she follow the boys back to their stateroom? Should she leave them alone for awhile? Did she do the wrong thing by even showing Mark the message? More confused than anything else, she opted to let Stavros know Mark's reaction and get some guidance from him. Stavros listened as his housekeeper told him about Mark's reaction.

"He took Alexander back to the room with him?" the man asked.

Adell nodded her head. "Let's give them some time. Alexander would tell us if there is a problem, maybe it's best to let the two of them work this out together," he told her. Adell felt terrible. She felt somehow she missed something and should have seen Mark's reaction coming. Nothing like this ever happened before with Nicholas or Alexander, why now with Mark?

Arriving back in the stateroom, Mark immediately buried his face in his pillow and lost it as Alexander sat alongside him reading the message from Doc. Alexander knew it wasn't time for talking, this was the time to let the poison flow out of Mark's system. Alexander put the note down and stroked Mark's back as his brother sobbed.

"Was Aaron your partner?" Alexander asked as Mark's crying subsided to a point where his brother could communicate with him. Mark told Alexander all about Aaron, Alex and Steven. He even went as far back as Jimmy, Conner, Sean and Daryl. Mark dredged up everything including Danamora. Halfway through Mark's purging himself, Stavros and Adell came into the stateroom and still Mark let everything pour out of him. The message and the needed response opened a door for Mark that he thought he had closed forever and now there was unfinished business to attend to.

Stavros was very wise in business, and he knew how to listen as well as to speak when necessary. It didn't take him long to know that Mark was racked with guilt over leaving Steven and his friends without even a "Goodbye" and that Mark was concerned about how they were doing now. The man took over from Alexander stroking Mark's back as he spoke. "I don't know who these other boys are you talk about, but I do know that your brothers came from these people and that each time the boys that Nicholas and Alexander were with were perfectly fine after they left. I don't believe for a minute that any of your friends feel that you've deserted them," he told Mark.

"We didn't know that you never got the chance to say goodbye, but you have that chance now and I think your friends will want to know that you are OK."

Mark turned himself around on his bed and both Stavros and Adell were taken by surprise. Mark's face looked like it was beaten. He had swollen puffy eyes and a very red face. "I didn't even say goodbye!" Mark said as his eyes began to fill up again. Picking him up off the bed, Stavros held Mark in his arms. "Mark, you didn't know yourself that you were not coming back, you have to remember that!" he told his son as he rocked him back and forth on the bed. It was a very long afternoon and most of it was spent with Mark in Stavros's arms crying harder than Mark remembered ever doing before in his young life.

By late afternoon Mark was ready to write a return message to Elmira and Alexander included a coded message of his own to Doc concerning him and Nicholas contained within Mark's. Mark would remember that afternoon as the most difficult of his journey and it would signify for him a closing of his life up to that point in time. For Mark, the future was in Greece and the future included his brothers along with Stavros and Adell. He had less than a dozen people in America he cared about and every one of them were in The Program; but unless he met them somewhere other than in America, he knew he would never see them again. That thought made the rest of the day a very somber one for the boy.

Stavros had Mark and Alexander's message sent back to Elmira and returned to the Boat Deck where Adell waited for him. Stavros had suggested that the boys take a shower together before dinner, and requested that Adell join him rather than tend to the boys. Stavros not only knew boys, he knew his housekeeper as well. Sitting down, Stavros looked over to the woman who didn't look like she was on a pleasure cruise. Stavros rarely minced words or beat around the bush. "Even if we knew in advance how he would have reacted to the message could we have kept it from him?" he asked her.

Adell shook her head. "He is a very special boy. Many others would just walk away from his situation, when Mark loves you, it means something to him." Stavros's words gave comfort to Adell and right then, she needed some comfort. She blamed herself for not anticipating his reaction and nobody was harder on the woman than herself.

Dinner was a quiet affair despite the fact the ship's Officers ate Dinner with them. On that first day out, Mark and Alexander had seen less than ten hours of sound sleep between them, and by sunset, Adell was staring at two very drooping boys. After dinner Mark and Alexander decided they would go back to the Bridge. Adell decided they were done for the night. There was never an appeal to Adell's decisions and both boys found themselves tucked back into bed as the last rays of the sun bounced off the clouds overhead.

With the smell of sea air and the sound of rushing water sliding past the ship, Mark awoke in the morning with his brother nestled between his legs. Alexander at some point in the night had slipped himself between Mark's legs and slipped his arms under Mark's upper legs. Alexander was still sound asleep with his face resting sideways on Mark's groin, Mark's penis pinned somewhere under his brother's cheek. Mark slowly rubbed Alexander's hair in one hand as the other caressed his brother's ear.

With a tap on the door, Adell entered the room and seeing Mark lying there with Alexander, smiled and very quietly said "Good morning" as she made her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Coming back into the room, Adell sat down on the bed and gently tapped Alexander on the ass. "It's 9:00 sleepy head and Poppa is waiting to have breakfast with the two of you," she said as Alexander slowly turned his face into Mark's groin and began to lift himself up. Mark looked down at his penis which to his utter amazement was limp. Very pink, but limp. Alexander moved his face to the other side, now facing Adell, and slowly opened his eyes in response to her speaking to the boys. His cheek went back down to Mark's groin and Mark was now reacting to the movement on his penis. Adell reached over and gave Alexander a kiss on the cheek and then, getting up, she gave Mark a kiss on his lips. "I will be back in five minutes for showers," she told him as she left the room. "It always takes Alexander a little time to wake up, it helps if you tickle him under his arms." Alexander now giggled a little as he said a muffled "I'm awake."

Once Adell left and closed the door, Mark again looked down to the top of his brother's head. "Why did you just lay there like that? You know she knows what you were doing!" Mark said.

Again, Alexander giggled a little. "Don't be silly Mark; of course she knows what we're doing! What do you think she knows when she puts us to bed at night?" Mark knew that what Alexander was saying was true, but at the same time, it's one thing knowing someone knows, and quite another to do it in front of them as far as Mark was concerned. "Doesn't it make you feel a little funny?" he asked his brother. Alexander now lifted up his face again off Mark's penis and looked up to Mark.

"Nicholas and I used to try to hide things from Nana in the very beginning but it didn't work. She knew everything we did and she will know everything you and I do. It's just the way it is and we got used to it."

Alexander now looked down at Mark's penis that was standing at half staff by his chin. Putting his lips on Mark's head he waited until it came to full staff and let it slide down to the back of his throat. Alexander liked his new brother, he had a dick that bounced every time his tongue touched it. Alexander backed off Mark's swollen penis and let it go as it slapped on Mark's stomach and bounced back up in the air. Mark giggled, this wasn't the first time a boy did that to him, or he to another boy. "Did you know you came last night?" Alexander asked.

"No," Mark responded.

Alexander put a small smile on his face. "I'll have to let Nana know you can come without being woken up; she thinks that all boys have to be awake before that happens," he told his little brother.

"Don't you dare!" Mark exclaimed as both boys rolled over to the end of the bed and Mark extricated himself from the laughing Alexander. Knowing full well that Adell was going to wash them again anyway, both boys sat down in the shower and waited for her return.

"Did you really make me come last night?" Mark asked his brother "You fell sound asleep and I sat there watching you for a long time and you got a boner," Alexander told him.

Mark remembered none of that. "Then what?" Mark asked.

"I figured you were going to pee and I stuck your dick in the urinal and you did!" he said. "I peed?"

"The bed was dry this morning wasn't it?" Alexander now said.

Mark didn't really remember if he got out of a wet bed or not, he never paid any attention to it anymore. "Then what?" Mark now asked.

Alexander smiled once again. "I figured you weren't going to pee anymore and I blew you!" he told his brother. "You sure are a sound sleeper!"

Mark wasn't really sure how to react but his penis was back in control and had a mind of its own.

Adell returned with perfect timing. Mark was beginning to think that she somehow had an inner radar and knew exactly when Mark's dick was standing at full attention. He knew damned well that it wasn't always embarrassing the shit out of him by standing straight out as stiff as a board, but somehow, when he got a boner, Adell was within eyeshot. Either he was going to have to quit having boners, or he was going to have to get used to the idea of her seeing it!

Unlike the first morning out, the sea was now a deep blue except for the bow wave as it curled under itself. The waves were also more rolling and a fine mist was coming from the bow as the waves crashed just under it. Coming up onto the boat deck, Mark saw a ship off in the distance behind them. The Captain had joined Stavros for breakfast and as Adell and the two boys approached, a jet of water and mist came off the surface of the water and a large blue/black shape arched in the water alongside the ship about a quarter of a mile [400 m] away. "See the whale?" Alexander said to Mark as both boys went over to the railing and watched as the whales fluke waved in the air and disappeared back into the sea. Mark said nothing, he was speechless at his very first sighting.

By Alexander's calculations, the ship was now roughly 1,800 kilometers [1,100 miles] from New York on its way to the Azores. Captain Sophis confirmed that rough estimate and Mark now realized that he was at a small disadvantage to his brother; Mark thought in miles. Europeans think in kilometers. Mark knew what a mile was; he had no clue how long a kilometer was. After breakfast both boys would return to the stateroom and plot the night's course, but the first thing at hand was breakfast.

Captain Sophis informed Stavros that there was going to be some weather ahead, and he planned to "Shadow" the freighter that was behind them and use it as a buffer though the seas that he knew would be getting larger. Without Mark realizing it the news would affect him and now Adell was making plans. "You cannot eat a full meal this morning Mark." She ordered tea and toast and a fresh fruit salad for him. She also ordered two Dramamine and a large glass of orange juice. Mark had hardly touched his dinner being still in a funk regarding the message and now he was pretty hungry.

"But I'm hungry," Mark said to Adell as he looked down at his toast and fruit.

"It's going to get rough and if you fill your tummy with a lot of greasy and heavy food now, you will not like it later on!" Adell told him as Alexander sat before a pile of waffles and ham and eggs. "Don't pay attention to what he is eating; he is used to his stomach turning upside down. You are not!" she told Mark as he watched his brother eat. Against his better judgment, Mark followed Adell's suggestion and "Starved" himself for breakfast. Three hours later, he wasn't really sure if the tea and toast was going to stay down and the thought of greasy fried ham positively nauseated him to the bone!

As the day progressed and the ship's motion increased Mark was hoping nobody mentioned food ever again. To Mark, none of the crew seemed affected nor did Alexander, Stavros or Adell. Mark was convinced his skin was green and went below and laid down on his bed to try to stop the movement in his stomach at least for a moment or two. Adell came into the room and gave him two more little pills and a glass of water. "It's too late for the medicine to do too much good, but it won't hurt you," Mark heard her say. For probably the five thousandth time that morning, the ship rose up on a wave and was on its way back down as Mark's tea and toast joined him in bed.

Mark had made a very definite decision that he clearly wanted to die as Adell stripped him naked and carried him into the shower and put him on the floor. With warm water flowing down on him, Adell disrobed and sat down and put Mark in her lap with Mark chest to chest. Mark vaguely remembered that Adell was naked and he was laying his head on her breasts but vividly remembered that dinner was roast lamb and cheese broccoli. Mark didn't particularly give a shit if he was in the shower with 16 Vestal Virgins; he was convinced he was dying as his stomach gave up everything he had eaten in the past two days and deposited itself between the boy and his nanny.

"Listen to me!" Adell said to Mark very calmly and quietly in Mark's ear in between the boys dry heaves "Your tummy is upset because you keep tightening it up when the ship rocks. You have to let the ship rock and concentrate on not tightening your tummy when it does," she told him. "When you feel the boat go up, don't make your stomach tight. Don't hold your breath and just concentrate on breathing normally."

For almost two more hours Adell and Mark sat in the shower with the woman telling Mark when he needed to relax his stomach muscles and by 5:00 Mark figured he could cancel his funeral arrangements.

Dinner was a wonderful affair for everyone on board except Mark. He had a little chicken broth with saltine crackers. By sundown the seas had subsided enough for the Captain to leave the shadow of the freighter but Mark wasn't all that brave, he slept that night for the first time in Adell's bed as the woman cradled him safely in her arms. The only time the boys ever slept in Adell's bed was when they were sick or upset and while Mark wasn't technically sick that evening, Adell figured she owed Mark one.

Alexander wasn't the unhappiest camper on the ship when Mark slept with Adell that evening. His times sleeping with Stavros were becoming fewer and fewer as the boy aged, and still, Alexander longed to be with his Father in his bed. With Mark tucked in bed in Adell's arms, he had his first opportunity since joining the ship.

From Stavros's perspective, there was no doubt in his mind whatsoever that he loved Alexander; he cherished his relationship with all the boys. However, his goal was to raise the boys to maturity, get them married and receive Grandchildren. In the meantime, they would learn the business and eventually run it with him. The man was not looking to just raise a stable of pretty boys he could take to bed. Alexander was being "weaned" from his Father and the boy wasn't all that crazy about giving it up just yet.

Stavros was at his desk in his office as Alexander came in and sat down on the couch next to his Father's desk. "Mark is sleeping with Nana tonight Poppa," he began.

"She must feel he is still a little seasick then," Stavros replied not looking up from his work. Alexander said nothing for a minute or so, he couldn't exactly figure out how to approach the subject of where he would sleep that night. Eventually, with the boy not moving and not talking either, Stavros looked up from his work and looked over to the boy. "How are you and Mark getting along?" he asked. Alexander smiled.

"I like him a lot!" he said.

Stavros now smiled too. "Adell tells me that you two seem to have developed a good strong friendship." Alexander wasn't sure if this meant that Adell had mentioned him lying on top of Mark's dick that morning. Normally, what he and Nicky did together was never mentioned by Stavros if Adell had seen the two together, so he didn't really see anything wrong with the woman seeing him with Mark. He decided to answer defensively.

"He wanted to sleep with me, I didn't make him or anything," Alexander told his Father.

"I know that you would never do that. I know that Mark is willing and wants to sleep with you," he told his son.

"Nana told you about us this morning?" he asked his Father. Stavros didn't have a clue about what he was talking about, but he knew now.

"No, Nana would never invade your privacy; you should know that by now. What you do with your brothers is your private business and she knows that," he told the boy. "Why would you be concerned if she did, are you ashamed of loving your brother?"

"No Poppa, but I wouldn't want it printed in the newspapers either!" Stavros laughed and wrapped Alexander up in his arms. "There are no newspapers in my house, what occurs between family stays private Alexander." Stavros kissed the boy on his head as he released him from his arms. "I love you," he told the boy as he sat back in his chair.

Alexander still didn't know how to cut to the chase and was debating either saying "Good night" and returning to the stateroom and just jerk off or come straight out and ask the question he came to ask. Stavros beat him to the punch. "You look like you have something on your mind Alexander," he said to his son.

"I don't want to sleep alone Poppa," the boy said.

The statement didn't really surprise the man, Alexander rarely came straight out and asked a question, it had to be taken from him. Nicholas, on the other hand always came right to the point, sometimes embarrassingly so when he was Alexander's age. Stavros motioned for Alexander to come to him. Kissing the boy on the forehead, he told him to go to sleep in the Master Stateroom and he would be done with his work in a few minutes and join him. Alexander said nothing; he just wrapped his arms around his Father's neck and gave him a hug. Alexander went back to the stateroom and prepared for bed. He was a very happy boy knowing his Father would soon be back in his arms.

Alexander's appetite for things sexual knew no bounds and the boy had the stamina of a stud bull. At school, he was always the last one of 12 boys in his dorm room to fall asleep and even then only after all eleven of the rest of the boys were too damned tired to fuck anymore. Alexander's school, along with all the schools that Stavros's sons attended were very carefully chosen by the man. First and foremost in his mind was the need for academic excellence. The teachers had to be the best in their fields so that his sons could excel in their learning. Nicholas attended a school in Barcelona and was taught in Spanish. His first year at school was as a day student, something unique for the school; all the other boys lived at the school as boarders. Stavros sent Adell with the boy and set them up in an apartment. The following year at age 15 he returned alone and lived on campus with the rest of the students.

Alexander attended school in Nice and was taught in French. He was 13 when he first came to Stavros and again, his first year he lived in an apartment off campus with Adell. Now, he attended school as a boarding student. Mark would be sent to a school in Turin and would be taught in Italian. Mark would be 13 when he entered school in the Fall, and an apartment was already being set up for the boy and the housekeeper along with her staff. Stavros was unsure if Mark would live with Adell off campus for one year or two; it would depend upon whether of not Stavros found another boy to adopt, and whether or not Mark was ready for separation from Adell. That decision would be Adell's to make when the time came.

Besides Academic excellence, Stavros ensured that his sons were placed in schools that were in Philosophical agreement with him in regards to the boy's raising, particularly allowing the boy maximum sexual freedom. Finding these schools in Europe isn't all that hard, sending children to different Countries is fairly common place, and parents talk to one another. The very last thing that Stavros was looking for was a school that was going to beat his sons' asses raw with a switch for jerking off. Most good private schools in Europe have language teachers, particularly Greek language teachers. Between his contacts with parents and Greek teachers who worked abroad, Stavros knew which schools to enter his sons into.

Both Nicholas and Alexander excelled at school and very rarely felt the need to have to resort to jerking off. If another student wasn't available, which was rare, there was always a favorite teacher who would meet their needs on a regular basis. So long as the choice was clearly the boy's regarding interaction with a teacher, Stavros had no problem with the arrangement; the teacher was a pedagogue and there was a very long history of the tradition. He had been in their place himself when he attended school as had his Father, and his Grandfather going back centuries.

Up to age 16, there was no official social interaction at school for the students with girls, but at age 16 through graduation, either social gatherings at the schools or trips to the local villages bordellos expanded the boy's horizons. Alexander, when he returned to school in the Fall would now be exposed to his new surroundings, but for him and many of his fellow classmates, he wasn't exactly a virgin when it came to the opposite sex. More than a few late night treks through the woods took Alexander and his buddies to an all girls school about a half mile [800 m] away where the mysteries of the female anatomy was unfolded before his eyes. Alexander and his pals considered themselves pretty sneaky when it came to their late night activities right up to the point that Adell reminded Alexander that he and his friends were now being supplied with condoms at school, and prior to his new adventures, they were never needed or used by anyone at school. Stavros was far from disappointed when he learned from Adell that Alexander was being supplied with condoms, to the boys Father, it proved he was at least keeping his underpants clean, if not making the best possible use of them while studying vagina 101.

Stavros returned to the stateroom about ten minutes after Alexander, and after brushing his teeth, slipped into bed beside his son. Alexander was once again on top of his father rubbing his face back and forth across his chest as he clamped Stavros's erection between his buttocks with his legs and felt his testicles nestle themselves on his Father's pubic hair. Alexander was back where he wanted to be and dreamed about at school. His friends and teachers were all very good at having sex with him, but his Father was especially tender and loving and knew exactly how to please him without him saying a single word. As Stavros massaged his son's sides and back, his hands dropped lower and lower until they rested on his cheeks. Alexander knew the massage would end at his prostate and opened his legs as his Father fulfilled his Winters fantasies until well after 2:00 in the morning.

Mark awoke and immediately focused his eyes on the wall with the sun line slowly rising and falling on it. Turning around, he looked out the stateroom doors at a fairly smooth sea. He smiled knowing he wasn't going to die again. Adell was already up and her bed was dry! Lying in bed studying his genitals in his hand, Mark came to the conclusion that he was starved. As he got out of bed to go to the bathroom, he passed by the open sliding door and found Adell sitting on the lanai outside the stateroom. With a quick kiss to the woman he retreated to the railing and let go of a flood barely in time. Adell smiled at the boy standing on his toes to get his penis on top of the wooden railing as a watery arch made its way to the sea. "The bed was dry last night!" he exclaimed as he watched the leading edge drop into the bow wave three decks below.

"What bed?" Adell asked him.

"Your bed, look!" Mark said as he pointed to the woman's bed.

Adell smiled. "That bed and two of my nightgowns were drowned last night!" she said with a slight grin on her face. "I changed the bed this morning with you in it still asleep."

"Oh," said Mark a little disappointed.

"Is sleeping dry something you are ready to do?" she asked. Mark thought about it for a few seconds. Some boys wouldn't go near urine with a fifty foot [15 m] pole. Mark didn't mind it, maybe he even liked it. He wet the bed his entire life and no one he ever loved or had any feelings for gave a dam about him wetting or being wet. Not even Adell cared. Besides, it sure did get him lots of extra attention; he wouldn't be having someone give him a shower this morning if he were dry at night. Mark hedged his bets on the question. "I don't know," he said.

"So we wait!" Adell said as she went back to her book. She was not unhappy with Mark's indecision; it would prolong her quality time with the boy.

"I'm starved, where is Alexander?" Mark asked the woman as she dried him off and put him into a pair of shorts. "Alexander and Poppa are still asleep. They sleep very late when they sleep together," Adell told him. Mark smiled a little. Adell saw the smile and wanted to know why he was smiling.

"He's like a little rabbit!" Mark said. Adell laughed as Mark's face got a little pink.

Halfway though breakfast, Stavros and Alexander appeared at the table with Mark and Adell looking at each other with a knowing smile. Alexander looked fresh and rested. Stavros looked like he just came out of Peace talks between the Israelis and Arabs. Adell was beginning to have pity on the girl she had chosen to marry Alexander, she was going to be spending a great deal of time on her back the woman concluded.

"You look a whole lot better than you did yesterday," Stavros said as he kissed Mark and then Adell on the forehead and sat down.

"I never thought that this ship could move so much," Mark said to him.

"Well, now you have your sea legs under you and the next time won't be so bad for you," his Father told him. Mark was certainly hoping his Father was right.

"The first time I was in a storm I was even sicker than you got," Alexander told his brother. "I slept with Adell for three nights."

"Yes, and I needed a new mattress afterwards!" Adell said. As the laughter subsided around the table the Captain came to the table and joined them. The following day they would reach the Azores and he needed to order supplies from the ship's chandlers. When the ship docked, the process of reloading it would begin again as it had done in New York.

Much of the boys' day was taken up on the Bridge or down in the kitchen where Mark joined his brother in learning to cook. Mark wasn't so much interested in the cooking aspect as he was in the organizational aspects of running the ship and having everything they needed at their disposal. The volume of the food and supplies that were necessary alone had Mark wondering how it was all accomplished and the Captain assigned Mark to the First Officer who coordinated the ship's provisioning to show the boy the process.

The First Officers name was Spiros. He was 22 years old and had been on the ship since he was just a little older than Alexander. He began as an ordinary seaman, and was a Ward of the Captains. According to Alexander, the man would one day become Captain once Captain Sophis retired, and Stavros had approved the plan.

By the time Mark arrived in Greece, he fully understood that you just didn't "Get up and go" it took a great deal of organization to make it happen. Stavros was not unhappy about hearing of Mark's interest from the First Officer. Olives and olive oil did not just "Pop up" on store shelves and in restaurants, and he needed someone to realize that.

By about 3:00 the next afternoon, the ship had docked in Ponta Delgado on Sao Miguel. Like New York, the ship was almost immediately surrounded by trucks and workmen sent by the ship's chandler and both Mark and Alexander spent the rest of the afternoon listening to the head phones as the crew and longshoremen prepared the ship to return to sea. The evening was already planned out for them; they would have dinner at Sant' Ana at the invitation of the Island's Government. This would mean a formal affair, and neither Mark nor Alexander looked forward to another boring four hour meeting. Nevertheless, by 6:00 both boys were being scrubbed clean by two crewwomen, Lydia and Rachael, as a third helped Adell dress. Mark was fine with the scrubbing right up to the time his genitals became involved and his penis decided it was being played with. Mark looked over to Alexander who's penis was sound asleep and he wondered how the fuck his brother did that! Mark's only face saver was the fact that the girl washing him seemed completely oblivious to his erection. She was; she had four little brothers at home!

As Alexander had guessed, Mark had four different tuxedos to choose from (Or rather Adell did) and he wore the blue one. Once again, looking at himself in the mirror, Mark felt a great deal of inner pride that he couldn't explain to himself. Like himself, Alexander had his own closet full of formal wear, and a white tux chosen by Adell had Alexander looking like something out of a fashion magazine as far as Mark was concerned.

Adell at 46 was a plain but good looking woman and both Mark and Alexander were very proud to walk into the Dining Hall with her that night for Dinner. She didn't get dressed up all that often, but when she did, she was a fairly striking looking woman. Against her wishes, Stavros had a beautician and manicurist walking on board almost as soon as the ship docked and she was chair bound for the next two hours and chafing at the bit every second of the way as both Mark and Alexander watched and giggled to each other. As Mark watched the woman being prepared he thought back about their shower together. Mark had always figured a woman in her mid forties was "Ancient" and hardly sexually attractive. Mark didn't have sexual fantasies concerning Adell, but he wasn't blind and knew the woman had a woman's body that was far from "Ancient".

Much to the boy's surprise the host himself had three children, two girls and a little boy. The little boy was very pleasant and not spoiled, the girls were right around Alexander's age and he was very happy to be wearing so much clothing. Adell smiled from across the table as she watched both boys "Fidget" in their chairs after stealing a glance towards the girls now and then.

Much to both boy's surprise, they very much enjoyed the dinner and the gathering afterwards.

Unlike the Diplomatic reception in New York, this dinner was made up of local Island dignitaries and most of them had children who were also in attendance. Neither Mark nor Alexander spoke Portuguese, and the locals did not speak Greek, but most of the children did speak English, so there was very little language barrier between them. On returning to the ship, both boys agreed they had a very nice night.

Stavros gave a lunch on the ship the next day and most of the people at the dinner the night before and more, attended. The ship had been to Sao Miguel on each of its Trans Atlantic voyages and is very well known there. He knew a great many people there, and receiving an invitation to board the ship was always a coveted social event. Mark was damned proud of his Father as he and Alexander stood by his side and were introduced to the guests coming on board.

By 3:00 the ship sailed. The ship was now two days away from Lisbon, Portugal and would then be entering the Mediterranean. Mark always had a tan, but by the time the ship reached Gibraltar, he was practically bronzed like his brother Alexander. Like a turkey being basted, Adell had wiped out any hint of a tan line on him, and like Alexander, he looked like he was raised in a nudist colony. Adell's job was made much easier, because Mark had taken to napping with Alexander mid day; he wasn't quite getting enough sleep at night. While he and Alexander napped on the Boat Dock, she turned and basted his body to a golden turn. His genitals were noticeably darker than Alexander's; already his scrotum was a deep mahogany color very much like his Father's. Looking at himself in the mirror just before arriving in France, Mark asked Alexander why Adell was so intent on giving him a tan. "Because she wants people to see you looking good," his brother responded.

"What people?" Mark asked.

"Anybody who sees you naked," Alexander responded. Mark was getting more confused by the minute.

"Why would anybody but us see me naked?" Mark asked.

Alexander smiled. "In Greece, very few kids swim in bathing suits."

"If you go swimming, people will see you naked. It's just the way it is."

"Europe isn't like America, kids go naked all the time and it's no big deal to the adults," Alexander reassured him. Mark would have to think on that one for awhile.

Day nine on the ship brought it into Monaco and Mark discovered that Stavros and Malcolm Forbes didn't have the biggest Yachts in the world. As a matter of fact, several were almost twice the size! Stavros chose Monaco because of its proximity to Nice and to Alexander's school. Yearly, he entertained the staff for a day's outing, and the trip back to Greece provided a very convenient time to accomplish this P.R. work for Alexander. Stavros was, first and foremost, a businessman.

Arriving just after daybreak, both boys were rousted from bed by Adell as the ship glided past yacht after yacht docked along the queue. Mark now found himself staring at the heart of the Golden Mediterranean, and he was at a complete loss. To Mark, everybody in Europe seemed to live on a very large boat, surrounded by very large houses and had more money than god.

Mark was used to going to Saugerties and watching the boats go up and down the Hudson as he and his father fished on the breakwater. This was not Saugerties!

Mark and Alexander listened as the crew anchored the great ship stern to against the bulkhead and longshoremen on the wharf began to service the ship as they had done in New York and in the Azores. Eating his usual Continental Breakfast, Stavros was off the ship by the time Adell sat down with the boys for breakfast. He had business to attend to and only a very few short hours to do it before the ship would be full of guests for a very short cruise.

By 10:00 Administrators and staff were arriving from Alexander's school and for the most part, Mark spent his morning shaking hands, smiling, looking impressed and interested and generally being Alexander's younger brother. To Mark, the guests were a very nice group of people, but once they learned that Mark would be going to school in Italy in the Fall, they seemed to lose interest in him. Mark did not take offense, (He had already been told by Adell that this would happen) he knew that this gathering was for Alexander's benefit.

By 1:00 Stavros had rejoined the ship and it sailed around for the afternoon while Alexander's Father cemented his son's academic future amid a shipboard buffet that poured buckets of cracked crab, lobsters and caviar that neither boy would touch with a ten foot [3 m] pole for a few years to come.

Just before the ship returned to port, Alexander introduced Mark to his favorite teacher. Both boys had spent many hours discussing their respective encounters and this teacher Mark knew to be a favorite of his brothers. The man taught Alexander Math, and the boy had decided on a beach trip that he was going to find out if the teacher knew how to use his mighty impressive set of genitals. (He did.)

Mark had pictured him to be a scholarly looking man, not so big, maybe even bookish. The man before Mark was anything but bookish looking, to Mark, he looked like he could ski down Whiteface Mountain in a Blizzard. The teachers name was Sergio and he was leaving Alexander's school that year and returning to Italy to teach.

Sergio spoke French, Greek and Italian, he did not speak English. They conversed in Greek.

"Where will you be teaching this year? Alexander asked as the teacher and the boys walked the decks of the ship. Sergio didn't know yet, his plans weren't made.

"Mark is going to school this year in Italy, maybe you could get a job in his school!" Alexander said.

"What school are you going to?" Sergio asked Mark.

"I don't know, Poppa hasn't told me yet," Mark told the teacher.

"He's going to Turin" Alexander told his teacher.

This news caught Mark by surprise. Instinctively, Mark reverted to English. "How the fuck do you know that?" he asked his brother.

"All Greek boys go to Turin, it's the closest school to Nice from Italy" Alexander told his brother. "That way, we can visit each other on weekends," he told him.

All this was a bit of a surprise to Alexander's teacher. He knew Alexander spoke English but he didn't know Mark did up until that point. Alexander had never spoken of any brother but Nicholas, and he assumed this new brother was Greek and living at home. He also didn't have a clue as to what the boys were saying, only that they obviously spoke fluent English and he heard the word "Turin" in the conversation. He also heard "Fuck."

"You're going to Turin?" the teacher asked Mark in Greek. Mark shrugged his shoulders, he really didn't know.

"Maybe you need to ask Poppa," Alexander now suggested to Mark. Mark thought about it for a few seconds. Maybe he needed to ask Adell he concluded. Excusing himself, he went to find her.

Adell was on the Boat Deck conversing with a small group as Mark approached and took her by the hand. Probably politically incorrectly, he pulled the housekeeper away from the group and brought her back to the stateroom closing the door behind him.

"What's Turin?" he asked as he sat the woman down on his bed and stood before her. Alexander tended to beat around the bush; Nicholas and now Mark did not the woman noted to herself.

"Your schooling continues in the Fall and you and I will be going to Turin to continue your schooling," she said.

"Where is Turin?" Mark asked.

"In Italy about 400 kilometers [250 miles] from here," Adell said.

"But we're going to Greece aren't we?" Mark asked.

"Yes, but you will be schooled in Italy and learn the Italian language."

"Why?" asked Mark.

Adell had no Ph.D. in childhood psychology, but she knew a scared boy when she saw one. Mark was a mediocre student at the very best and now he was being told he would be learning a new language, one he had no fucking clue in the world about. She had to bring the boy's fears down to a manageable level, and she used his brothers to do it.

"When Nicholas first came, he didn't know Greek and he didn't know Spanish. Now, he is fluent in both. Two years ago, Alexander didn't know Greek or French. Now, you know Greek and English, and all you have to learn is Italian. You have a very easy job and I'll be there to help you," she told him.

Adell's words went a very great distance to allay Mark's fears, and only years later did he realize that after years of schooling for his brothers in Spain, France, Italy, England and Germany, Adell spoke Greek. Period.

Unknown to Mark, Alexander approached his Father concerning Sergio and Turin. Stavros knew that Sergio had done an excellent job of teaching his son, and now he was being asked by Alexander to provide his teacher with credentials to Turin. If Stavros agreed, the man would also teach Mark.

Stavros had no problems whatsoever with Mark and his relationship with the teacher should he recommend the man, he was more concerned with the relationship between the teacher and Alexander if the man remained in the boy's life during the very critical years ahead. Stavros knew that the teacher was taking Alexander to his bed and that was to be expected and acceptable until he reached age 16 but if the teacher stayed with Mark for the next two to three years, would that mean that Alexander's ties to the man would be unbreakable? That situation to Stavros would be unacceptable.

Stavros decided to put the boy to the test, if his interests were more towards the teacher than to his brother, Mark would be found another teacher and Sergio would accept a very grateful recommendation to a school somewhere in Northern Italy.

"I could recommend Sergio to Turin if you want, but perhaps it would be best if you too were transferred there to learn Italian," Stavros said to Alexander.

"Me?" said Alexander.

"But I'm learning French. I would have to start all over," he told his Father.

Stavros shook his head. "Maybe so."

"Poppa, I don't want to leave Nice that would be stupid!" he told his Father.

Before Sergio left the ship he was given a letter from Stavros that introduced him to the Proctor at Turin. He would be Mark's math tutor during Mark's tenure at Turin and the boys mentor under the direction of his Governess, Adell.

"You have done a very good job guiding Alexander these past two years and I'm confident that you will be as diligent with Mark," Stavros told the teacher. "There are no secrets between my sons and I, and I know that you have developed a special relationship with Alexander. Mark is very much like his brother and if he accepts you, he will be a willing student." Sergio understood the message; he already knew that Alexander had his Father's complete confidence and that the teacher's activities with Alexander were known by Stavros. "I will expect Alexander to now move on to manhood and leave childhood activities behind him." Stavros's message was quite clear to the teacher; stay out of Alexander's bed!

Mark did not see Sergio again until his arrival at Turin some five weeks later, nor did he know of the discussion between his Father and the teacher. He was however curious as to Alexander's relationship with the teacher and figured he'd find out for himself what Alexander saw in him.

The opportunity for Stavros to conduct business in Monaco was far too great an opportunity for him to pass up and Adell had already requested that she and the boys be put up for the night on shore. Mark was awestruck as he marched with Adell and Alexander through the Monte Carlo Hotel; he thought The Plaza was fairly impressive.

Adell had the hotel bring in dinner as the boys stood on the balcony overlooking the harbor through their binoculars given to them by the Captain as they watched the ship. Neither boy wanted to be on the ship, they knew it would be one boring meet after another down there and they were mighty glad they were far removed from it. Adell and the boys ate a very quiet dinner listening to the occasional sounds of laughter and traffic from the streets and ships below.

Evening bath came for the boys as it usually did and Adell tucked both boys to bed with the usual kiss. Returning to her adjoining room, Adell did her usual bedtime routine and retired turning out the light which put Mark and Alexander's room in complete darkness. Usually, under these circumstances, Alexander was all over Mark within seconds. This night however, Alexander made no move. A few minutes later, Alexander rolled over to Mark.

"You know that Adell doesn't do sex right?" he asked his brother.

"Yes," Mark replied. Saying nothing more, Alexander got out of bed and took Mark by the hand and went into Adell's room.

"It's cold in there Nana, we will sleep with you," Alexander said as he guided Mark to her left side of the bed and he went to the right. Snuggling in, Adell kissed both boys on the top of their heads. "The day either one of you needs an excuse to sleep in my bed is the day I'm no longer needed," she said. Mark was fairly tired from the day's adventures, but he stayed awake for awhile thinking about the words the woman just spoke. He would remember them forever.

Mark awoke with the very first light of dawn coming though the windows and amazingly to him with Adell looking at him from her pillow. She was always the first one up, and here she was! Mark smiled as she kissed him on the forehead. Alexander was on the other side of them and as he stirred his hand went back a crossed her chest and in doing so, exposed her to the boy. Mark looked at her breast which he had seen hundreds of times before on the Boat Deck and in the pool. Once the ship left New York, she had taken to sun bathing nude from the waist up, and even at 46, she had breasts that could snap a little boy's penis to attention in record time. Adell was not approachable when it came to sex, but still, a nice set of tits was a nice set of tits and Mark would take some months before he would no longer see them in a sexual light.

"I know you love Poppa and he loves you, Why don't you two get married?" Mark asked.

The woman smiled. "I love your Poppa as a Mother loves her son. A Mother doesn't marry her son, she just loves him." Mark didn't respond verbally, his eyes filled as he took in her words. "I feel for you and for your brothers what I feel for your Poppa," she said as she took Mark's face in her hands and kissed him. Mark did not know at what age Stavros had committed himself to Adell and her well being, but Mark knew that it was at the age of 12 going on 13 as far as he was concerned.

Adell was in no great hurry as she washed both boys while hotel staff sweated and cringed with calls from Stavros and the Yacht in the morning. The Captain wanted to sail by 10:00. Stavros wanted to sail by 9:00. The ship sailed at 11:30 after the boys were washed and fed and clothed and Adell returned to the ship. Monaco was an on-going battle between Adell and Stavros, Adell didn't really like Monaco, she didn't approve of the lifestyle and she didn't approve of Stavros's taking part in it. Whenever possible, she let him know about it, however inconvenient. She was the only person in the world who could without the wrath of Stavros descending.

Gliding past the yachts leaving the harbor, Mark's European education also did quite a lot of expanding as the two boys stood by the ship's railing watching the people on the boats. Most of the women were topless and almost all of the children were completely naked with tans that rivaled Mark's.

"See what I mean?" Alexander said to his brother as they passed one boat with a young naked girl about 15 or 16 standing on the top deck as she brushed her long hair. Mark figured he was going to like living in Europe and he also figured it was going to be a fairly long night with Alexander. His brother's shorts had a tent in it big enough to hold a small Cub Scout pack.

The following day found the ship docking in Siracusa, Sicily. While Stavros conducted meetings on board with his Sicilian and Italian mainland distributors, Adell took the boys to tour Mont Etna and then go to the beach. Mark recalled Alexander's words about kids swimming naked as he dove into the water more to hide his boner than to swim with hundreds of other naked kids and adults. Mark was happy the water was a little cold; it got him back to Adell and a towel before he could regroup and advertise his thoughts. As she dried him off, the woman just smiled a little and shook her head.

The trip off the boat eliminated the availability of a mid day nap and Mark was bone tired from the previous nights activities. He and Alexander had not awoken until well after 10:00 in the morning and Mark felt like he could use three or four more hours of sleep even then. Almost immediately after dinner, Mark went to bed. He didn't remember putting his head on the pillow the next morning. He did remember awakening to an orgasm thanks to his attentive brother. Mark had always thought himself pretty good in the stamina department. Alexander made him look impotent.

The ship left Sicily at midnight in order to arrive on Corfu during daylight hours and one day later Mark saw his new home for the first time. Sitting nestled on a hillside; the house was fairly huge and was surrounded by huge olive trees. Standing on top of the hillside, the house to Mark looked like Monticello with its white columns gleaming against the sun with small round patios at each window on all floors of the three story house.

The house was built by Stavros's Father in Greco-Roman style and took almost six years to complete by Italian masons and stone workers. Italian Marble and Greek statuary was prevalent throughout the house, and Mark's first impression was that he was living in a museum.

The ship was docked in the harbor at Kerkyra about an hour away, and after goodbyes to the crew; they were off to his new home. Corfu to Mark was a tropical garden set in crystal clear seas. He had passed beach after beach along the coastline of the Island set around very large resorts and both large and small houses.

As the car pulled into the circular driveway in front of the house it passed by a central fountain and Garden just outside the front portico. As it passed Mark saw a very large fountain surrounded by water, and on each corner, a statue of a little boy pissing into the fountain.

Mark smiled. "I'll bet Nana has checked their water too," he said. Adell feigned being insulted, but the car erupted in laughter even from the driver as it pulled in front of the door and the staff lined up on the stairs to greet them.

Stavros's house had a staff of eight people, six women and two men. The men worked outside, the women worked inside and four of those women were the women on the ship. Mark was a little relieved at that news, he would only have to get used to two new women seeing him naked, not all six.

Alexander was given the task of showing Mark his new home, and for the next two hours, the two boys toured every single room in the house. Nicholas and Alexander originally shared a bedroom when Alexander first came but now each boy had his own separate room. Alexander didn't seem all that happy discussing the issue of his living arrangements as far as Mark was concerned. He seemed even less happy about showing Mark his new room. All three bedrooms had two large beds in them and each had their own bathroom. All three bedrooms adjoined and the rooms looked out over the olive Groves surrounding the house. All three boy's rooms were fairly massive as were the bathrooms, but not nearly as large as the Master Bedroom and Adell's room which adjoined Stavros's across the hall from the boy's rooms. These two rooms were in the front of the building and the view from outside their windows was of the Ionian Sea and Albania in the background on a clear day. As Alexander was finishing his tour of the upstairs living quarters, a truck arrived from the ship with the clothing and personal effects and one of the women asked Mark where his clothing was going. Alexander's spirits picked up instantly as Mark opened the door to his brother's room. Mark figured that playing musical beds was silly; he was going to be sleeping with Alexander in his bed anyway, so why pretend?

The top floor of the three story house contained the five bedrooms and their bathrooms. The middle floor contained living and family rooms along with Stavros's office and the Dining Room. The ground floor was the Kitchen, laundry room and staff apartments. A rear patio held a large courtyard with a huge pool, and two guest cottages that a family of six could live in very comfortably.

The outside grounds were a manicured garden around the house surrounded in a sea of olive trees. Piece by piece Stavros's Father had brought up the property surrounding the house and now it stood pretty much alone in complete privacy and seclusion. Standing up on the roof with its sundeck, Mark looked out 360 degrees. Everything his eyes saw, his Father owned except for the sea.

There were horses on the property, and two were saddled for the boys who spent almost the rest of the afternoon riding throughout the groves stopping only long enough to take a piss when necessary. As they rode Alexander described the remaining properties that Stavros owned and his personal favorite, the house on Crete.

The boys returned to the house just before dinner. Washing up and changing into dinner clothes, Adell came into the room looking a lot happier than she had for the past few days. She liked the ship well enough, but she liked being home even more. For all intent and purposes, this was her castle and she pretty much ruled it with a free hand from Stavros. As she walked into the bathroom she gave Mark a very large hug and a face full of kisses.

"What's that for?" Mark asked.

"That's for making our little rabbit very happy!" she told the boy. Mark giggled as he looked over to a clueless Alexander.

Stavros was also happy to be home and he seemed to be in a particularly good mood at dinner. "You have decided to sleep together?" he asked Mark.

"Yes Poppa, the room is huge and there's plenty of room for the both of us," he told his Father.

"And you don't mind sharing your bedroom with Mark?" the man asked Alexander. Mark was drinking some water and it went down the wrong tube. Half choking and half giggling, he regained his composure as it became Alexander's time to turn a little pink. Stavros looked at both boys. "Yes, I guess it was a stupid question."

With the amount of money Stavros had spent up to that point on three boys, all his plans were falling into place like a well made puzzle. Nicholas would be married just before Christmas, Alexander would be in his third year of school and knew French better than a Frenchman and now Mark was headed to school in Italy to study Italian. Nicholas and Alexander, and now Alexander and Mark had accepted each other without jealousy or animosity and a void had been eliminated in Alexander's life that could steer him off course. He was a happy man.

Bedtime baths began with Adell introducing Mark to the two women he did not yet know. Since Adell had little time to beat around the bush, she had both women wash him. "Now, you know them and they know you," she told the boy as she dried him off after his bath.

"Maybe I should go down to that fountain in the Village tomorrow for my bath Nana. That way, we can show my cock off to the whole island!" Mark told her. Adell looked at the boy as he maintained a straight face. "Maria, see if the Fountain is available tomorrow," she told a maid with an equally straight face. Mark wasn't really sure if Adell meant it until all three women and Alexander started laughing loud enough to bring Stavros into the bathroom.

Bedtime for Mark on his first night had him laying next to his brother with ten foot [3 m] tall curtains blowing into the room from the open sliding glass doors overlooking the groves. He was now close to 10,000 kilometers [6,000 miles] away from New York in a new home, with a new family and a new life ahead of him. Mark looked over to Alexander who lay with his head on the pillow watching Mark.

"OK my little rabbit," he said to his brother. "It's time to have some fun."

It was a very long night for Mark. He and Alexander stayed up until well past midnight, and for almost two weeks now, Mark was getting less than his normal amount of sleep even taking into consideration mid-day naps. This was the first night he had spent in his new home since arriving on Corfu with his family on his Father's ship, a voyage that took two weeks.

Mark's eyes slowly opened to a bright sun lit bedroom with curtains blowing in through the windows. Alexander lay next to him curled up with his hands wrapped in his groin holding onto his security as only boys know how to do. Mark shook his head in amazement at his older adopted brother. Alexander could fuck the dick off the statue of David and come back for more. Mark had always thought he was impressive having started having sex at five years of age but Alexander was making Bugs Bunny look stupid at age 2.

Mark studied his brother as the boy lay there. At 15, Alexander was quickly growing into a very sound adolescent and most of his "Baby fat" was now gone. With sandy blond hair and steel gray piecing eyes, he was a picture postcard of what a boy should look like. Alexander was very athletically inclined, much more so than Mark. He played tennis, swam, snow skied and played football (Soccer), but not the recreational kind. When he played tennis, he played competitive tennis and could take Mark's head off with a serve coming at him at 60 miles an hour [100 km/h] or better. He skied, but he skied downhill at 50 miles an hour [80 km/h] or better. He swam, but in competition, not doing the doggy paddle. In every sense of the word, Alexander was a jock.

Mark looked down at his own body. There were no muscles, there was no definition, and there was no hair. Even so, Mark wasn't ashamed of his body, he couldn't compete with Alexander's five inches [12½ cm] or so, but he wasn't unhappy with his penis either. At a little over three inches [7½ cm], it kept Alexander real happy, and for the past seven years it performed for Mark on demand. Now, a few days before his 13th birthday, he was no longer shooting blanks Mark cupped his own penis in his hand and squeezed it moderately. Mark was sure glad he wasn't a girl, what could they hold onto for security? The boy asked himself.

With a tap on the bedroom door, Adell slipped in and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. "It's well after 9:00," she said as she returned to the bedroom and opened the boy's closet doors. "Have you two been up all night?" she asked as she returned to the bedside and bent over and kissed each boy. Alexander stirred and slowly stretched straight out with a morning boner that could make Monica Lewinsky blush. Adell ignored the erection as she held out her hand to Mark. Getting Mark up, she now ignored two erections as she steered Mark to the shower. "Poppa has gone to the Village and will probably be back around two or three this afternoon," she told Mark as he got into the shower and she began washing him.

Two housekeepers now came into the bedroom and one started stripping the boys soaking wet bed, while the other sent Alexander to the toilet and waited until he was finished to wash him alongside Mark. At age 15 Alexander was nearly at the end of his time to be washed by the women, Mark had another four years before he'd be washing his own penis and Alexander had told him it was an over rated experience; enjoy the washing while he could. Mark was getting used to it, but his penis had a little more difficulty in differentiating between wash touch and play touch. Mark was happy Adell was washing him, he no longer thought of the woman in sexual terms and his penis stayed asleep when she was washing him most of the time. On the other hand, Alexander could be washed by a chimpanzee, if the chimp touched his dick, fur was flying!

Breakfast was on the veranda over looking the pool and as Mark ate he looked out at the Olive groves that surrounded the house on every side. His Father's fortune came from these groves and the groves the man held on Crete and Cypress and Mark and his brothers would eventually inherit everything before him. First, there was school and about 50 years between then and now.

"Your Poppa has set a schedule for you for the next five weeks before you start school," Adell told Mark as the three sat there eating. Mark's Father Stavros was a business man and laid out his plans like a business man, even when it came to the boys he had adopted. After the voyage from America, Mark was very used to his Father's ways and comfortable with them. He felt secure knowing exactly what was going to happen; that wasn't always the case in his life in America.

"Next weekend we'll be flying to Turin and visit the school and see the apartment," Adell told the boy. "The following week we'll be in Hania." This news brought a very large smile to Alexander's face. He loved the house on Crete, and he loved the Island itself. "Alexander will return to school in four weeks and we start living in Turin at the same time," she told him.

"How long are we going to stay in Hania?" Alexander wanted to know.

"Two weeks," Adell said as she checked the schedule. Alexander was practically giddy with excitement. Mark wondered what his brother's great attraction to the place was. Unknown to Alexander, Adell already knew.

After breakfast, the boys had two horses saddled and Alexander took his brother to the ocean as he told his brother what lay ahead of him as the horses walked in the water's edge. Mark didn't really understand a whole lot of what he was being told, but as time went by, Mark recalled time and time again that Alexander had told him about this or that situation, and he eventually found himself in it.

Of particular interest to Mark was the fact that Adell would chose a wife for him. She probably already had one lined up according to Alexander and this concept Mark had a great deal of trouble comprehending. How could he marry a girl he didn't know? Why would she marry him? Didn't he and the girl have anything to say about it? Shit, he didn't even like girls all that much anyway, why the hell would he get married!?!?

On the way back, Mark was feeling a little creepy and Alexander saw it in his face.

"What's the matter?" his brother asked.

"When we go by, people stare at us for a long time. Don't people here ride horses?" Mark asked his brother.

Alexander laughed. "People here ride horses a lot. But they're not staring at us because we're on horses; they're staring at us because they know we're Poppa's sons," he told his brother. "Poppa is one of the richest men on Corfu. Everybody knows who he is and they know we're now his family," Alexander said. "Get used to it, it won't stop."

The boys returned about 12:30 and sat down to lunch with Adell. Mark had a host of questions, but foremost on his mind was his impending marriage. "Alexander thinks you have a girl picked out to marry me. Is that true Nana?" he asked. Adell looked at Alexander who promptly busied himself in his soup. "Eventually you will most probably marry and there are several girls who would be very suitable for you," she told the boy.

"What girls?" he asked his governess.

"Girls who come from very good families and will be a good wife to you," she responded now wanting to get a little closer to Alexander's throat.

"But I don't even like girls!" Mark told her. Adell relaxed a little and decided that Alexander wasn't going to be dinner.

"Nobody's planning on marrying you off tomorrow, you have years before the time will be for you to marry," she assured Mark.

"But Alexander says you have a wife for him and you have a wife for me and right now, they're little girls." Alexander's ass was back on the barby as Adell tried to figure out her next move. Adell hated lies and deception and she decided to cut to the chase. "Stavros is one of the richest men in Greece and now you and your brothers are related to him and eventually, you will be very rich," she told the boy. "This kind of wealth isn't left to chance or an opportunistic woman; too many family fortunes have been lost to women who will marry you not for you but for your money. When and if you marry, the girl will be suitable for you and Poppa will approve." The topic wasn't really over, but Mark figured he got about as much information from Adell as he was going to get for the time being and besides, Alexander was kicking him under the table.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are you trying to get my dick cut off?" Alexander said as the two boys went to the pool and jumped in.

"You didn't tell me not to say anything!" Mark protested as both boys surfaced and stood chest deep in the water.

"Listen, the next time you decide to ask a question, let me know what it is before you ask her OK?" he asked his brother. Mark shook his head yes, but he really didn't understand. What neither boy paid any attention to was the fact that they had continued to speak in Greek rather than revert to English in front of Adell.

After swimming around for about five minutes, both boys got out and laid down on the pool deck as Adell rejoined them. Taking out some suntan lotion she basted both boys with Alexander being last.

"Don't worry, I won't cut your dick off," she told him as she sat back down to read her book. Mark giggled, Alexander wasn't completely sure.

The relationship between the boys and the housekeeper was about as rock solid as you could get. She ruled the house their Father lived in, she had raised the man from a newborn. Her life was devoted to their Father, and in turn, to them. She would never harm a hair on their head, but they also knew enough not to piss her off, or their Father for that matter. Their Father ran the Business Empire his Father had created; Adell ran everything else including them.

Both Mark and Alexander were sound asleep by the pool as Stavros returned home and sat down next to Adell. Looking down on both boys, the man studied his sons' bodies. People could stand before the Mona Lisa or the Pieta for hours studying their beauty. Stavros could study his sons for those same hours and never get tired.

"Remember when Alexander first came?" he said to his housekeeper "He looked pretty much like Mark does now."

Adell looked from her reading over to the boys. "I think Mark has more Greek blood in him. His manhood is pure Greek," she told him. There was no doubt about it, Mark had a decidedly darker scrotum and penis than Alexander did. Alexander had the genitals of a North American male; white and pink. Mark had Mahogany colored balls and a penis that wasn't all that far behind. It didn't matter on Jones Beach, but it stuck out in the crowd on Corfu.

"Tell me you love him less because his balls aren't brown," Stavros said to his former Nanny.

"Silliness," Adell responded not looking up from her book.

"How long have they been asleep?" the man now asked.

"About two hours, maybe a little less," Adell responded.

"When did they get up?" he asked.

"They had breakfast at 10:00," Adell told him.

Mark and Alexander had now been together just over two weeks on the voyage over from America and progressively, the two boys spent more and more time with each other, particularly at night. At age 15, his Father was "weaning" Alexander from strictly male contact to contact with females. By age 18 or 19, Stavros expected his son to marry and to produce Grandchildren, and the man damned well knew that Grandchildren didn't come from two males getting it on.

"Is it a mistake for us to let them sleep together so much?" Stavros asked the woman. Adell put down her book. "In four weeks both boys will be back in school and Alexander's classmates will steer him in the proper direction. Besides, he knows we leave for Hania and his Claudia will be there for him with her pants on the floor!" she told the man.

Adell's frankness concerning things sexual never failed to amuse Stavros, the woman had raised him from birth and when he first asked her why his friend played with his penis at age 4, she sat him down and jerked him off to answer his question. "She's still there?" he asked.

"She is now in the upper school and she still wears his ring around her neck," the woman reported. Stavros had plans for Alexander and his plans did not include Claudia, a girl Alexander first met in Hania when he was 13. Claudia was a year younger. For the past three years Alexander and Claudia had a "Secret" relationship that nobody in the world knew about. Being from Mars, Adell knew about it the day Alexander broke her hymen in her Father's barn.

Stavros tried every trick in the book to separate the two, including rarely going to the house with Alexander and trying to buy her Father's property so that the family would move, but she was still there. There was still a great deal of time, Alexander was only 15 and he would not marry before he was at least out of school, maybe even University, so Stavros wasn't all that nervous about the situation quite yet. Adell was.

"The girl is only 14 now. By 16 or 17, she'll find a young man and never give Alexander another thought," he told the woman. Adell hoped the man was right, but at the same time, she looked down at her feet at Alexander sleeping next to his brother.

"You've seen the boys of Hania, would you forget this one for any one of them?" she asked. Stavros didn't even want to think about the answer.

"Like all girls, she knows if she has his baby, she will become his wife. Having a baby sucking off her tit is a small price to pay compared to the benefits of becoming a member of your household," Adell said. "That's why I'll make sure he has two condoms on his cock when he leaves the house!"

As the two adults sat there Mark stirred and stretched out on the towel as his penis floated up from his stomach. Unlike Alexander, Mark's penis still stuck straight out from his abdomen like any child's and at full staff, Stavros thought he was dreaming about the previous nights activities. Adell looked over to Mark. "His cock has nothing to do with sex, he's about to empty his water," she told the man. About 20 seconds later, Mark had a fountain a little over two feet [60 cm] high arching between him and his brother landing between the two right around their knees. Seeing the fountain, Stavros shook his head, one of these days Adell would be wrong about a boy and how he ticked.

"When are you going to stop the waterworks?" Stavros asked the woman.

Adell put down her book. "He shows no sign whatsoever about wanting to stop. I want him to tell me he wants to stay dry at night, and then I'll train his body," she told the man. Stavros thought back on his own youth; he didn't give a rats ass about wetting the bed, only when his friends started to stay over on weekends at his apartment with Adell during school did the matter ever seem to become a problem and he had to stop to avoid being called a sissy or very much worse.

"He knows he has a choice?" Stavros asked her.

"Of course!" Adell told him. The matter was closed. Feeling the wetness sprinkling on his side and legs, Alexander awoke first and rolled himself back into the pool to wash his brother's piss off him. A few splashes from Alexander awoke Mark, who now realized his Father was back.

"Hi Poppa!" he said as he dove back into the pool with Alexander not very far behind. Getting out of the pool both boys came over to the adults sitting there and sat down on the ends of the chairs that Adell and Stavros were sitting on.

"What do you plan on doing for the rest of the afternoon?" Stavros asked the boys as they dried themselves off. Mark, being new to his surroundings had no clue what was available, but Alexander sprang into action like a cobra. "Let's ride to the Grotto Poppa, we haven't been there together since Easter!"

Mark didn't have a clue in the world what "The Grotto" was, but Adell instantly reacted to the suggestion. "It's Past 3:00 Stavros, you have a meeting tonight at 8:00," she told the man. Stavros looked at his watch. If he went to the Grotto, he was gone for three hours at minimum. Then there was dinner and then an 8:00 meeting. At the very best, he would be pushing it. The look of anticipation on Alexander's face was balanced against the necessity of having the meeting.

"Cancel the meeting," Stavros told his housekeeper as he got up from his chair to change into riding clothes. Mark had no clue why, but Alexander seemed to puff up with excitement.

"Yes!" Alexander said as he leaped off the chair.

"What's going on?" Mark asked as both boys retreated back into the house.

"We're going to the Grotto with Poppa!" Alexander exclaimed as he told Maria to have her husband bring three horses out.

"What's the Grotto?" Mark asked his brother. Alexander's eyes almost seemed to shine as he told Mark that the Grotto was a small cave on the beach that was contained within a cove. Alexander and Nicholas spent hundreds of nights camped there overnight. It was strictly private on Stavros's property and nobody was ever allowed to go there except for the boys and family members.

Stavros came down from his room and had changed into pants and a long sleeved flowing shirt. Mark never saw boots on him before, but they seemed to fit the man and the clothes he was now wearing. Rarely before this did Mark see him in casual clothing, and Mark figured this was about as casual as his Father got short of naked. Mark smiled at his Father.

"You look cool!" he said to him. Stavros smiled as he tossed Mark's hair about. "You look pretty cool too!" he told Mark. The boy looked down. Both he and his brother were still stark naked from swimming.

As Maria's husband brought three horses up to the rear of the house, Mark stood next to Alexander.

"What about clothes?" Mark asked his brother. Alexander shook his head.

"We're going to the Grotto, we don't need clothes," he told his brother. Mark watched as the three horses were brought up. Two horses had blankets on them, one had a saddle. Mark was a little more than surprised. The horses with just blankets on didn't even have bridles on. Mark was from New York, but he was from upstate New York. He wasn't a city rube. "We're riding bare ass AND bare back?" he asked his brother.

Alexander smiled. "Don't worry. Poppa will lead the way and our horses will follow. Just don't let the horse walk too fast and you won't get chafed," he told his brother. Alexander grabbed his horse's mane and was on top of the animal like an Indian boy in the movies. Mark was standing alongside his horse like a ticket taker at the movies. Maria's husband turned the boy around and grabbing him around the waist, sat him up on top of his horse. Grabbing onto the end of his horses mane, Mark's horse followed his brother's out the driveway and down through the groves. Adell told the kitchen to hold dinner.

The trip to the Grotto was a long and winding path that never left Stavros's property and the only people that Mark saw were his Father's employees in the Groves who were tending to the trees or watering the irrigation ditches. Considering the fact that Mark was Lady Godiva on a horse, that fact didn't bother Mark all that much, and after about half an hour he pretty much forgot about being naked, especially since his brother was on parade first!

Mark's thoughts on the way to the Grotto primarily drifted to his conversations with Alexander on the yacht on the way over to Greece. Alexander kept referring to his being "Free" in Greece and Europe as opposed to America and Mark didn't completely understand his brother at the time. Now, riding bare assed naked on a horse and not having 15 cops wanting to bust his ass for "Indecent exposure", Mark was beginning to understand his brother's love of the place.

Stavros's groves went down to the sea, and as the three of them reached the shore, they turned to the left and walked the horses along the shore as Mark had done before with Alexander. This spot on the beach however was much more remote, there were no other people on the beach. Rounding a corner, they entered a small cove and ahead a cave. Entering into the cave with the waves splashing at the horse's feet, Alexander slid off the side of his horse like a child sliding down a snow covered hill.

Still sitting atop his horse, Mark looked around. The cave roof was probably 25 or 30 feet [8-10 m] above him and the cave itself was probably big enough to swallow almost half of his Father's house. Except for the lapping of the water around his horse's feet, there was no sound unless someone spoke and then, there was a soft echo. "This is where Poppa grew up!" Alexander told his brother. Stavros got off his horse and took Mark down from his. Mark didn't say anything, he had read the book and now he knew how Robinson Crusoe felt.

The cave was located inside a cove that opened to the sea. The cove itself had no real depth, and was at best five feet [1.5 m] deep. The outside approach was Volcanic rock and the inside floor of the cove was powdered sand. In maritime terms, it was useless to boats coming in as being too dangerous, but from the inside, it was a boy's paradise. Stavros had spent his first 14 years playing in this sand as a naked little boy with Adell watching over him like a Mother Hen and now his sons and grandsons would follow him.

Taking off the blankets on his horse and on Mark's, Alexander now told Mark to follow him into the water. Mark was fairly sure his brother was a bit "touched" as Alexander jumped back onto his horse and grabbed the horse's mane, but Stavros told him that his brother knew what he was doing as he lifted Mark back on the horse and the horse instinctively followed Alexander's horse.

"When the water gets deep, just lay flat on the horse and let your legs float in back of you," Alexander told Mark as the water got deeper and deeper. "Don't let go of his mane. If you do, he will kick your balls in."

Mark arrived back on the beach about ten minutes later with a death grip on the horse's mane. He enjoyed the ride flowing to and fro across the horses back as it kicked its way across the cove floor, but he sure as hell wanted a shot at his brother's balls when he landed back on the beach. Reminiscing about the scene many years later, Mark recalled his very first trip to the Grotto as one of the best memories of his youth with Alexander.

Eventually his Father would adopt two more boys making them five brothers altogether. Mark came to love each and every one of his brothers, but he and Alexander had a very special relationship from the very beginning and it flourishes to this day. The cave at the Grotto became THE place for all five brothers to play and grow up, and today, it is the exclusive zone for Stavros's grandchildren who follow in their Father's footsteps. Beginning with Alexander's first born, every baby in the Family is birthed and Baptized in the Grotto into the Greek Orthodox Church.

Mark's 13th birthday rolled around several days later and he awoke that morning as he usually did with Adell coming in to start the shower and roust him and his brother out of bed. For years and years Mark had waited for this day with great anticipation and expectations. Today he was a TEENager. Being a teen was always expected to come with fireworks and parades and a whole new body and mind. He would no longer be a baby or a child; he was a teen now, a big boy. Mark didn't feel any different this morning than he felt the morning before or the month before that. What was all the hoopla and hype about? Mark was extremely disappointed.

Following showers and breakfast, Alexander gave him a remote controlled airplane and the boys spent the best part of the morning scaring the living shit out of the horses and animals on the property. Dinnertime desert was a birthday Cake of Cheese Cake that was shipped over from Zabars in New York, and following Dinner, Mark received an Italian motor bike from Stavros. To say the least, Mark was a very happy boy as he was being dried off and put to bed by Adell. As Mark and Alexander settled into bed Adell sat down beside Mark and gave him a very small wrapped present. Opening it, Mark took out a gold ring with a large oval Sapphire surrounded by little diamonds. Mark looked over to Alexander's hand. He had almost the identical ring on, but it had a diamond in the center. "This is your Birthstone ring. Adell told him as she took the ring from him and put it on his finger. It has a message inside the band, when you learn to read Greek, you will learn what I've said to you." Adell kissed Mark on the forehead and turned out the light. With the closing of the door, Mark looked at his ring in the moonlight and then reached over and again looked at Alexander's ring. "Nicholas has one too," he told his brother. This was Mark's second ring, the first from his caretaker Michael, and now this one from Adell. He placed both hands side by side and looked at both rings. He really didn't care about their monetary value, but they were the most precious possessions he had. They are still on his fingers today.

Mark laid his head back down and thought about the day he just had. His disappointment had melted away. One year ago, he was in a jail in Kingston New York celebrating his birthday crying for his mother. He lived in a purgatory not knowing if he would even be alive the next morning. Now he lay next to a new brother he loved, a Father who loved him as much as he wished his real father did, and Adell who he worshiped. Rolling over to his brother he placed his head on Alexander's chest and listened for the sound of his brother's beating heart until his ear sat on top of it. There would be plenty of nights of sex between the two over the next year or so but tonight wasn't going to be one of them, Mark just wanted to be as close to his brother as he could get and just hold onto him just as tightly as he could.

He drifted off to sleep with visions of him and his brother galloping through the surf on horseback and swimming in the grotto. He saw Michael sitting on a high rock wall watching over him, but Michael never came closer to Mark as he walked towards his caretaker, the distance never closed and Michael didn't seem to hear Mark calling for him. Most dreams Mark had he forgot about a few minutes after waking up the next morning, but this one he remembered very vividly. Deep inside, it disturbed and confused him.

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