Chapter Twenty-Four
The Abrams dilemma

Jonathan Abrams PhD, a.k.a. Doctor John, and I have become friends. It's a rather 'beauty and the beast' scenario. The rogue special forces mercenary and the cultured intellectual. The university professor has been making the journey up the mountain most weekends and holiday breaks. Several of the boys and a few adults have been taking advantage of his expertise while he is here. The rest of the time, he and his two sons, Blair and Little John, take advantage of everything that Family Camp has to offer.

David has been in regular weekly therapy for some time now. Whenever Doctor John is unable to come to us, we make the trip down to Ashville for David to meet with him. After their session, it has become a ritual for our two families to spend the evening together. On a couple of occasions, we have even spent the night at his apartment, when it became too late to make the drive back up the mountain.

I guess the therapy is working. The David I knew before the incident with the Larsens never came back. The new improved David – is an acquired taste. The impetuous, mischievous boy is gone. The more somber, thoughtful young man is – different.

"Jonathan, have you given any more thought to moving here permanently?" I inquired over an excellent white wine.

We were enjoying some balmy, early spring weather out on the porch at the lodge, while watching the sunset.

"I have thought of little else," he admitted. "It's a big decision. I like teaching. If I were to move here, I must either change universities or go into private practice."

"Would that be so bad?"

"No, in fact I would welcome the challenge. You know what they say, 'those who can't, teach'," he chuckled. "I would like to prove that I can. Getting away from university politics would also be a plus."

"You know we would love to have you," I invited. "You should at least see the home I think would be perfect for you and the boys."

"I didn't want to see it. I don't want to make the decision based on you tempting me with one of your palatial palaces," he laughed. "It isn't fair! My modest little apartment cannot possibly compete."

"Your boys seem to be fitting in so well with the others," I tempted.

"Yes, yes. Blair has been hounding me to let him stay here and go to your school. Little John misses Liam terribly, when we go back to the city."

"And how is Blair?" I prompted.

"Don't be coy. It doesn't become you," Jonathan admonished gently. "I almost think you enjoy my dilemma."

"Maybe I don't understand why it is a dilemma."

"Ever since Blair admitted that he is – attracted to me, I have tried not to reject him in any way. It is my greatest fear that I will inadvertently make him feel unwanted."

"Still don't see the problem. Blair is a handsome, polite young man."

"He wants me to – have anal intercourse with him."

"Still not seeing it."

"Stop it, you devil. You know precisely what the problem is. I'm not gay! I'm not attracted to Blair in that way."

"C'mon doctor, you know better than to put yourself in a box. Our sexual spectrum is more fluid than that. Certainly, mine has expanded to include scenarios I never thought it would."

"Why don't you tell me about that?" he pried.

"Oh no, we are talking about you, not me. Nice try though," we both laughed. "you have been trying to get me on your couch for some time now."

"I don't use a couch, but I would if that would make you feel more comfortable," we laughed again.

"We were talking about Blair."

"Yes, he – services me. But I cannot reciprocate," he blushed.

"So, he gives you a blow job and he wants you to fuck him," I summarized. "The problem is that you don't like to fuck. Right?"

"As you so crudely put it, no, the problem is not that I don't like to fuck. I just don't fuck boys."

"I see," I said putting on my scholarly face with my hand on my chin, "because it feels bad."

"You are truly an evil man, commander," he said shaking his head. "You are not as subtle as you think you are. I know you are intimating that anal intercourse with a boy doesn't feel that different from sex with a woman."

"Oh, but it does," I said in a low sexy voice, "it's tighter and more intimate because he is a virgin, and you know him so well. You know he wants it specifically from you, his father."

"I know that you – fuck – David. And I know you know that I know," he said smiling.

"Yeah, I know," I said and smiled at the word play.

"David is of the age of consent," he said cautiously, "but were you intimate with him before that?"

"Do I need to search you for recording devices?" I questioned. "You are asking me to confess to a crime."

He sighed. "You have made me rethink a lot of my prejudices. When you first came to me, you asked me if I would report a child as abused if they didn't believe they were being abused. If they were happy. I admit that I did not fully understand what you meant by that. I think I do now."

"And would you?"

"No, but it can be a very fine line."

"It may surprise you that I agree with that statement." I mused. "As long as we are being honest with each other, and I would like to think that we are; you could be intimate with Blair if you really wanted to. The plumbing works, even if it isn't your favorite flavor. Could it be that what prevents you from enjoying it is that you have been taught that fucking a boy is wrong, that fucking your son specifically would be wrong?"

"In spite of your mixed metaphor, yes, if we are being honest, and I would like to be. That may be exactly what prevents me from giving Blair what he wants."

"Let's go take a look at that house. Something tells me you are going to be needing it soon," I teased. "Welcome to Family Camp."

They got the marriage license just in the nick of time. North Carolina recently raised the minimum marriage age from fourteen to sixteen. Before you get on your righteous high horse, there has been a long rich history of arranged marriages between young girls and older single or widower landowners in North Carolina's history. With a single piece of paper, what would be considered child abuse becomes celebrated and perfectly legal.

Considering Paul is fifteen years older than Mary, modern practicality determined it would be Jax who officially married, even though he is only fourteen. He would be the only married student in the new school. Both youngsters required parental permission, but JD took care of getting Mary's and Paul was on board with the shared arrangement.

The baby is due any day now and the community is atwitter with the thought of the first baby born at Family Camp. There is also a lot of time and energy spent gossiping about the sleeping arrangements, and just how the parts all fit together, so to speak. Jax admitted openly that Mary enjoys watching the two men, or more accurately man and boy, in her life together. Particularly now with Mary so pregnant, Paul continues to make love to his son, but with an audience. Both dote on Mary and look forward to a ménage à trois after the baby is born.

"How did it go this week, David?" Doctor John asked at the weekly therapy session.

"Good," David replied.

"Any flashbacks, headaches or anxiety?"

"No. I am still uncomfortable around Jan and Anders, but having Bjørn around all the time has made me work on it."

"That's excellent, David, real progress," Jonathan praised. "Is there anything you would like to discuss this week?"

"Yes, actually there is," David admitted. "Can I show you something upstairs?"

They were having their usual session in the great room of the guest house, where Jonathan and his boys stayed when they visited. Jonathan always sat in the wing back chair in front of the fireplace, and David sat on the sofa nearby. Blair and Little John either went over to the Lodge or stayed busy outside during their father's sessions. Today, Blair was secretly upstairs listening in.

"Upstairs? Here? I suppose you can," Jonathan agreed, with a puzzled look on his face. "What is this all about?"

The two went up the stairs together, David leading the way. He turned in at the bedroom Blair used whenever the family visited. Holding the door open, he motioned Jonathan inside and closed the door behind him. The normally cool collected psychologist gaped openly at the sight of Blair posing on the bed nude. Propped up among the pillows, his young teenage son lay full length with one leg modestly crooked to hide his privates. It is the kind pose that playgirl would put on the cover of their magazine, if they had the guts to show nude underage teenage boys. Blair's youthful face and smooth hairless body was simply beautiful against the bright colors of the bedding. His chest had pleasing smooth mounded pecs topped with boyish nubs and a long trim torso that narrowed to his small hips. The long firm hairless legs would be the envy of any woman.

"Blair? What is this?" Jonathan asked, recovering from his initial shock.

"Doctor, do you find Blair attractive?"

"If you are asking is Blair an attractive person, then yes, of course," Jonathan said carefully. "You are both very attractive young men. I think you know that."

"So why don't you want to be with Blair?" David asked. "Is it because he is your stepson?"

"I don't mean to be rude, but my relationship with Blair is between us," Jonathan declared defensively.

"No, not exactly," David argued. "You see, he has asked me to be his first, if you won't."

"I love you Blair," Jonathan pleaded, "but as my son. Why? Why now? You are too young."

"I think about sex with you all the time. Every time I see you, I want you. It is driving me crazy," Blair explained passionately. "I love you. I have loved you ever since you married mom. I can't believe you didn't know. I know you are not gay, but can't you make an exception for me?"

"No Blair, no. I don't think I can."

David unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. There was only a couple of years difference in ages between the two boys, but it showed. David's hard muscled chest and arms were in stark contrast to the smooth boy lying on the bed. Unzipping his pants, he let them drop to the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he spread Blair's legs apart so that he could play with his penis in full view of his father.

"Boys, stop this right now," Jonathan demanded. "This is not appropriate. You are not going to force me into an uncomfortable situation."

Blair's cock was responding to David's attention. His hard erection laid tight against his stomach. Pulling his knees up, Blair exposed his virgin ass for David to finger. As David massaged his sphincter, Blair made noises that showed how much he enjoyed the touch.

"Blair, please don't do this in front of me," Jonathan pleaded.

"No dad, if you don't want me then I want David to be my first," Blair said decisively. "I want what David has with his father, but if you don't want me, then I want him to fuck me right now."

"David's father may be attracted to boys, I am not," Jonathan insisted. "You are my son. It is illegal and it is wrong. Don't make me do this."

"My dad wasn't particularly inclined at first either," David reminded, "I told you that."

David progressed to finger fucking, making Blair writhe on the bed as he stretched out his tight anal muscle. Jonathan nervously continued to watch as though forced and unable to turn away. His hands nervously rubbed and picked at his clothes while he intermittently ran his fingers through his hair.

David climbed up on the bed between Blair's legs. Pushing his knees up, he began moving forward to press his hard cock inside of the boy's willing ass. Blair responded to the pressure against his anus by throwing his head back and groaning, ready to experience his first penetration.

"Stop, please, just stop," Jonathan cried out. "I don't know if I can do this, but I don't want you to do it with someone else. Blair, I love you, and if this is what you want, then I must try."

"That's all I ask, dad," Blair said, lowering himself to lie flat on the bed again. "That's all I want."

David moved off the bed and began helping Jonathan get his shirt off. The two of them were about the same size with the same dark hair and facial features. In another life, they could have been brothers. As the older man dropped his drawers, David experienced a moment of pure envy.

Jonathan moved up on the bed behind Blair, so that they were lying side by side with Jonathan holding him back against his chest. They looked beautiful together and Blair snuggled in against his father. Unfortunately, Jonathan was not excited to be there. Blair might get some cuddling, but nothing else was going to happen without an intervention.

David came around the side of the bed until he could kneel over the two of them. Reaching down between the two, he fisted Jonathan's cock. The startled man tried to jerk away, but David was having none of it. He held him firmly, sucking the head of his soft member into his mouth. A cock in a wet, warm mouth knows no conscience. In short order, David had successfully performed his fluffer duties and Jonathan was ready for action.

Helping to get them into position, David retreated as Jonathan began to put pressure on Blair's virginity. It took several tries, as Jonathan kept pulling out each time Blair cried out. He had to keep reassuring his father that he was fine, and he wanted him to continue. By the time his cock was firmly inside Blair's tight ring, they were both sweaty and out of breath.

It was a real Kodak family photo moment, the father and son connected by his father's fat cock. David had a ring side seat as Jonathan began to inch forward into his son from behind. Blair groaned and whimpered from the mixture of pain and pleasure as his father fully impaled him. When his father was finally balls deep, Blair ground himself back against him, reveling in the feeling of his stretched out behind. Finally, understanding that his son liked having his cock in his ass, Jonathan got up the courage to start fucking him. Slow at first, he moved in and out a little. Blair vocally confirmed his pleasure of the waves of sensation the movement gave him. He rolled onto his stomach, spreading his legs more, encouraging his father to fuck down into him harder. Slowly gaining confidence, he pulled out farther and pushed in harder.

The smooth boyish back and butt under him did not just lay there waiting to be pounded. Each thrust his father made into him, Blair opened for him, pushing his butt up to meet his father's pulsing warm erection. So eager, so tight, Jonathan's mind may have objected, but his cock loved it. It had been a long time since he had been able to simply fuck. Dates were tricky things. Did she want to? Was it too soon? Would she take it too seriously? Was he being too rough? No, his son was this sexy beautiful body that wanted him inside. If anyone found out about this, it would be his eternal shame, but his cock loved it.

David watched the father son duo learning to enjoy each other's body while simultaneously forming an intimate bond between them. He knew that feeling, because he shared it with his own father. Still, watching Jonathan's butt clenching and thrusting as he fucked Blair, he was feeling like a third wheel. Crawling up on the bed, he laid down next to Blair, so that he could watch his face while he got fucked. When their eyes met, they shared a smile. The boys shared a feeling of comradery and the high of sharing such an intimate experience together. While they continued to look at each other, David felt something between his legs a moment before a hard cock forced its way inside his ass. Jonathan immediately began fucking David as hard and fast as he could. Sinking his cock into his second boy hole of the day was such a rush. This muscular ass squeezed his hard on, making him work at fucking him. Somehow, he knew he didn't have to worry about being too rough or fucking too hard. This is a boy who wanted it as deep and hard as he could get it.

I could hardly believe David had convinced my dad to not only fuck me, but to fuck him too. It was a dream come true. So many nights I had wacked off while thinking of my dad naked. And, here I am, still feeling where his cock had been up inside of me just a few minutes ago.

David is so hot. He has the body and attitude that I dream of. When he told me about being with his dad, I knew I wanted that too. I asked him to help me make it happen for me. Now, with dad fucking the shit out of him, I wondered if David's dad would fuck me too. If my dad could do it, certainly David's father would too.

While dad continued to fuck David, I caught his eye. I wanted him to know how much I love that he is willing to do this. I know he didn't want to, at least not at first. He seems to be getting off on it now! I reached over to where David was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows as he got fucked from behind. I indulged myself, squeezing his pecs and feeling the muscles in his chest. Dad was really fucking him now, hard enough he was rocking back and forth with each thrust. Looking down over his back, I loved watching him take it. Dad's big dick disappearing inside of him and David's quiet corresponding oomph. Man, they are beautiful.

I think dad is getting ready to cum. He is breathing heavy, shoving his cock in hard and holding it. I didn't want him to cum in David, I wanted him to cum in me. It is as if David heard my thoughts. He flipped over on his back and, with a couple of pulls on his cock, he spurted all over himself. He yanked me over on top of him, holding me against his chest with my butt in the air. I felt dad's cock go in. It didn't hurt much this time, it felt like it belonged inside of me.

Dad fucked me deep a half dozen times, like he had David, and then I felt him spurt hot cum up inside of me. What a rush, I had never felt anything like it inside of me before. He didn't pull out, he stayed inside of me, and I pushed back against him, milking every last bit of his erection.

David reached up under me, and it didn't take much for me to unload all the juice I had been saving up. I didn't move until dad's cock came out all on its own. Oh man! My dad fucked me! I wanted it again. I wanted more. I couldn't wait for the next time!

Chapter Twenty-Five
Can't get enough

"This is all your fault, you know," Jonathan moaned.

"How so?" the commander asked, puzzled.

"He got the idea from being here. This never came up until you showed up in my office. Now, I have not only had sex with my son, but my patient! This is awful! I could lose my license."

"I think it's wonderful," the commander responded. "It solves a couple of things. Your son gets what he wants from his father. My son is well enough, he is being sexual again. I don't see the problem."

"Of course not," Jonathan replied sarcastically, "you wouldn't."

We were having our discussion on the porch of the lodge, sitting at a high-top table with a couple of beers. Spring was here and the fresh air was invigorating. The boys, David and Blair, came across the lawn toward us. The two had become inseparable recently. I liked to see David with a younger friend, it seemed to bring back a little of his boyish spontaneity. David came up the steps and kissed me on the mouth. Blair did the same to his father, who blushed crimson.

"Dad, can I stay with David this week when you go back to the city?" Blair begged. "We want to camp out in the new house. We can get it ready for when you bring our belongings back next weekend."

"I don't know Blair," Jonathan hesitated. "I don't know when we will be able to be here full time. I have signed the papers, but I still need to close up things at the university. I am going to need you to take care of Little John."

"Little John can stay here with Liam, if you want," the commander suggested. "You won't have to worry about the kids while you are busy."

Blair moved in close to his father, putting an arm around his shoulder and the other on his leg.

"Please dad," Blair added, rubbing his hand on his dad's leg. "We will work really hard. Everything needs to be cleaned and we can put up wood for the fireplace. David will help me setup the network. Please!"

Jonathan sighed. "All right, but you need to call me every night."

"You boys need to come to the lodge for meals," the commander instructed. "I don't want you trying to cook down there on your own."

"Okay dad," David agreed cheerfully. "We will want to come up for movie night too. Don't want to miss that."

"I will call every night, I promise," Blair agreed, rubbing his dad's crotch and leaning in to kiss him again. "I will miss you."

Jonathan tried to stay calm and collected, but his coloring hinted he was close to an aneurysm. The boys gleefully headed off to make plans for their camp out at the new house on their own.

"You see what I mean," Jonathan complained as soon as the boys were out of hearing range. "He has become insatiable ever since the first time we – you know."

"He is a teen who just experienced his first sex, what did you expect?" the commander chuckled. "Of course he wants more. Hell, I want more, and I haven't been a teenager for a very long time."

"You are no help at all," Jonathan proclaimed disgustedly. "Well, he will be your problem this week. Maybe you could at least figure out how to keep him from molesting me in public."

The commander just laughed.

Two nights ago, Alex detected intruders on one of the slopes overlooking the ridge road. The three men setup a couple of game cameras to monitor the lodge and the gate. Hunters use motion detector equipped cameras to scout out animal movements. These cameras were meant to spy on the two-legged kind.

"Why would you let them know who you are?" Bjørn argued. "We ought to dress up like ninjas and you let me do the talking. They don't know who I am, or what I can do."

"I don't have a ninja costume handy," JD said sarcastically, "I left mine at the cleaners."

"I got some black spandex I wear under my leathers in the winter when we take the Ducati's out. I know David has some he wears for running. I can get some black leather masks too."

"Focus, I am pretty sure they are going to come back tonight to pick up their cameras. Alex will be able to give us a heads up, but we will need to get out there quick to catch them by surprise. Now here is the chloroform. No idiot, don't sniff it. You are going to have to jump down and hold the cloth over both their nose and mouth. They are going to be bigger than you, so you are going to have to hold on tight until they go down. Now get on the bed and practice jumping on my back and holding the cloth over my face."

The boys practiced the moves until Bjørn could perform them smoothly and consistently. Next, they gathered together their supplies and tried on their ninja costumes.

"I feel like a retard," JD grumbled, tugging at the skintight spandex that covered him from neck to ankle.

"Is that a snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" Bjørn teased, while grabbing the bump in the spandex to see if he could get it bigger.

"You do that and David is gonna be pissed that I stretched out his jogging duds."

"Now you are just bragging, dude. Even you can't stretch out spandex that much with your dong."

"You thought so the last time it was up your hole," JD countered. "I think you should let me refresh your memory, even though I know you don't like anything up your butt."

"I would consider it, if you took off this leash," Bjørn complained. "I don't mind the collar, but you yanking on my neck all the time just fucking hurts."

"Okay, but you have to wear the leash on movie night," JD negotiated. "I love all those guys pretending they don't notice, while they are all thinking I fuck you every night and wish they could."

"No way, I hate you treating me like a dog at movie night," Bjørn insisted. "I don't mind them watching you finger me anymore, that's kind of hot."

"I will get rid of the leash for good after you let me fuck you in the middle of movie night with everyone watching," JD suggested enthusiastically. "They would all be so envious. Some of them might even join in. Of course, if Josh or Doctor John is there, it would blow their minds. They get hyper anytime someone goes gay around them." JD chuckled at the thought.

"Deal, but you have to spend a weekend at my house," Bjørn added. "My dads so want to get their paws on you."

"Maybe," JD agreed cautiously. "Your dads are hot, but I think they are looking for something they can strap down to one of those contraptions in their playroom. That isn't me! Now come on, we have to prepare a place for our guests to spend the night."

This feels like a fairytale. I get David all to myself for a whole week. The guy is so cool, sometimes I just want to stare at him. The house is totally awesome. It is huge, when compared to our little campus apartment. I don't even have to share a bedroom with Little John anymore. And, every bedroom has its own bathroom. Decadent, totally decadent!

"I forgot how big this house is, before I volunteered to help you clean it," David joked. "Since there isn't any furniture yet, where do you want to camp out? We can hang out in the great room or the family room downstairs. Both have a fireplace."

"I vote great room," I suggested, "but can we sleep at your house one night?"

"How come?" David asked curiously.

I was totally embarrassed to ask. "I thought, maybe, I could see you sleep with your dad."

"You want to watch my dad plow my butt, like yours did?" he asked, grinning.

"Well, yeah. If that is too personal, just forget I asked," and I cringed after saying it.

David laughed. "You got a daddy complex bad, dude. You want my dad to fuck you, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, my dad fucked you so I thought maybe your dad would fuck me. Of course, if he doesn't want to, I understand."

"Don't worry, Blair," David said confidently. "I can guarantee my dad will want to do you as many times as you can take it. Now let's get to work."

The raid went off just as JD predicted. After dark, Alex alerted the boys of intruders. They dressed and headed out to the ridge to hide in the trees where the cameras had been set. When the three men went past, JD jumped the lead man and took him down. Bjørn dropped down from the tree limb where he had been waiting, onto the back of the second man. Hanging on for dear life, he got the chloroform cloth over the man's face. He rode the man like a bucking bronco for the few minutes it took for him to inhale the anesthetic. After a brief struggle, JD took care of the last one.

It was harder to get the men dragged out of the woods than he thought it would be. They finally got them down into the basement of the empty house and restrained them. The mechanical room had no windows and a heavy-duty door that locked. Perfect for keeping their captives prisoner.

The men were left alone all the next day to let them think and wonder. JD knew they were sent by his pa to dig up dirt on Family Camp. The goal was to humiliate them enough that they wouldn't want to come back. If they were as macho redneck as expected, a little man on man action should be enough to have them running like scared rabbits.

Bjørn put on his ninja garb and unlocked the door. The prisoners were chained by their wrists to the wall, but with enough chain to let them move around. Bjørn made sure he stayed out of reach.

"About time someone let us loose," the guy with the butch haircut yelled out. He looked to be in his early twenties. His two buddies couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen. The militia had not sent their A team. "God damn, you are nothing but a kid! You best let us go, you are in so much trouble. I thought you were JD, but you aren't tall enough to be him. You tell that cocksucker, I am coming for him."

"Take your clothes off," Bjørn instructed, keeping his voice as deep as possible. All three of the captives laughed.

"Make me, boy," the butch haircut taunted.

Bjørn brought the spray bottle he had behind his back around and sprayed 'butch' on the hand and again on his neck. Within a second or two, the guy started wiping at his neck and trying to wipe the back of his hand on his jeans.

"Shit, that burns," he yelled dancing around. "God damn, you burned me!"

"Take your clothes off, now!" Bjørn repeated, brandishing the spray bottle.

It took them a while, but Bjørn waited patiently while the three figured out how to get rid of their clothes, even with the chains on. The spray bottle was filled with a solution of salicylic acid, the active ingredient in skin peels and blemish removers. Burns like a son of a bitch, but the skin damage is minor and heals without scarring. If he didn't get it in their eyes, there would be no permanent damage. With their clothes off, he could be even more persuasive since there was more exposed skin to work with.

He left long enough to bring in more supplies. A bowl of water, a washcloth, a can of shaving cream and three razors. He placed them within reach and then waited with his spray bottle at the ready.

"Boy, the least you can do is get us some water to drink. We been here all day without nothing to eat or drink," butch whined. "I don't know what kind of pervert you are, but you gotta let us go now."

Bjørn sprayed his chest and the man cursed, rubbing at his burning skin.

"You want us to shave ourselves?" the youngest boy asked. He had blond highlights in his hair, and he trimmed his pubes already.

"Why does he want us to do that?" the dark-haired teen asked nervously. "What's he gonna do with us?"

"Shut up and just do it," blondie capitulated. "I will do you and you can do me."

"I ain't doing that," butch protested. "This is bullshit."

Bjørn sprayed his groin and when he turned his back, he sprayed his butt. The man rubbing himself all over his cock and butt was funny, and the other boys laughed at him. Blondie did a quick job on the dark-haired teen's little bit of chest hair. Spreading the shaving cream on his groin, he got on his knees and went to work on his pubes and balls. The barbershop shave and the boner he got from it, made the dark-haired teen much more attractive. Blondie even took the time to check his butt and remove any hair he found back there.

Butch figured out he wasn't going to escape the shaving unless he wanted to go home looking like a boiled lobster. He started shaving himself awkwardly. He had a lot of chest hair and a bush that looked like an overgrown jungle. He was going to be at it for a while. Blondie didn't have that much body hair and his mate was able to take care of him quickly.

The two younger dudes both offered to help butch, who was struggling. He had obviously never manscaped before and his feeble efforts were not going to get the job done. When they were all finished and wiped down, they looked at Bjørn expectantly.

"Here are the rules if you want us to let you go," Bjørn lectured. "The first one who asks to be let go must fuck the other two of you in the ass. He gets to go home without getting fucked. The next one who asks to be let go, must fuck the remaining one. Of course, he has been fucked in the ass once already, but the last one to be let go gets fucked twice."

"Jesus H Christ, you are a sick pervert," butch declared. "I knew you were a bunch of perverts up here, but you are proving it, man, that's sick. You expect three straight men to fuck each other while you watch."

"If no one asks to be let go," Bjørn said as he pulled out his favorite knife. "Let's just say there are worse things than getting fucked."

"How old are you boy," butch demanded, pulling at his chains. "I get my hands on you I will whale the tar out of you."

Bjørn sprayed him again, just to get him to shut up. They went to mumbling between themselves. Butch thought he should fuck the two other guys because he was the oldest. Blondie figured the older guy should take it, because he had got them into this. The argument went on for quite some time.

"Okay, we decided I am going to go first," butch declared. "So, all I got to do is fuck both of these guys and you are going to let me go. Right?"

"As a good Christian, you should know what Jesus said," Bjørn quoted. "'Many who are first will be last, and many who are last will be first' (Matthew 19:30). I have decided you will be last. Your two mates will both fuck you, and then fuck each other."

"That's bullshit, I ain't letting nobody fuck me," butch complained. "Right guys? I mean we decided I was going first. I would be the one to do the fucking."

"You mean, you decided for us," blondie mumbled.

Bjørn was kind and slid a jar of petroleum jelly within reach. Getting into a virgin ass with just spit can be difficult. He doubted these guys were up to the challenge. The two younger guys spread a gob of lubricant onto their now soft equipment and began working them up. After several minutes, it was clear that nothing was going to happen. They whipped their willies in a frenzy, but they were still as limp as a wet noodle. The problem was obvious, no one could look at butch's mangy ass and get excited. Even someone who tipped off the gay side of the Kinsey scale, would have trouble getting it up for that!

Bjørn made a quick trip home to retrieve some accessories. When he got back, the boys still had noodle dicks, so he threw in two big dildos to get things opened up. The boys weren't as dumb as when they started this mess, because they grabbed those dildos right away and lubed them up. They began to stalk butch, backing him into a corner.

"You get the fuck away from me with those things," butch warned. "Ain't no way you are getting one of those fucking things up my ass."

"C'mon, take it like a man," blondie insisted. "We want out of here. You can call him a boy all you want; I think he knows how to use that knife. I don't want him carving on me just because you are a pussy."

The two young guys threw butch up face first against the wall and held him there. Butch didn't seem to be much of an athlete, his body was soft and fleshy. The younger athletic boys were able to keep him in place while blondie started to shove his dildo between butch's butt cheeks.

Blondie ground it around in there until he hit pay dirt. Butch howled as the dildo stretched everything out and forced its way inside. He was up on his tip toes, hugging the wall, as blondie worked the rubber cock around, gaining a little ground with each thrust. He kept at it until half of the toy had disappeared inside, and butch was hoarse from yelling. When he paused to let Butch adjust, Bjørn had to laugh. Both guys were sporting erections hard enough to cut glass.

Blondie yanked out his dildo and rammed in his cock. Apparently, butch was not anyone's favorite right now, particularly not after trying to shove his cohorts under the bus earlier. Blondie went right to town, fucking that ass with gusto. Bjørn got out his phone and took pictures, careful to get an angle with butch's face and the cock plowing his ass in the same shot.

Without the impetus of physical attraction, fucking can take a very long time. Blondie kept at it, beating butch's ass into the wall. The yelling had calmed down into a consistent sobbing by the time blondie finally started to stiffen up, ready to shoot his load. Bjørn was able to catch a Pulitzer Prize winning expression of pure lustful release on blondie's face with an equally intense expression of pain and humiliation on butch's. He unloaded enough cum that some squeezed out and oozed down butch's leg.

The cum dump didn't even try to escape when the dark-haired accomplice took blondie's place. With the ass lubed and gaping, he was able to get in with no problem at all. He took his time, setting up a nice rhythm and long hard strokes. Butch started to slide down the wall as though he was melting. The guy riding his ass, just rode his body down. With butch on his hands and knees, the dark-haired dude used the angle to fuck down into him. He pulled out at the top of each stroke and re-penetrated him on the down stroke. With his shaved hairless athletic body and long rigid cock, the result was pretty hot. Bjørn caught it all with his phone camera.

Fucking was not really Bjørn's favorite thing. He liked seeing whip lashes and smeared blood. Except for the grace of JD, he would have sliced and diced these fuckers until blood ran from every orifice. But JD was the boss. Bjørn knew he couldn't intimidate JD like he had his own two dads. Whatever he might do to JD, JD would reciprocate tenfold. There was no doubt in his mind, JD would cripple him or worse without a single remorseful thought. He had never met someone so like himself before. It scared him, and that gave him a big ole boner without even touching himself whenever he thought about it.

Bjørn was starting to think the dark-haired boy was secretly having a good time. He kept pulling out and reopening that sphincter until butch was down flat on the floor with him still riding his ass. By the time he shoved himself in for the last time, butch was a broken wreck. His eyes were bloodshot with tears and snot ran from his nose. Straight guys are such pussies about their asses. There is no reciprocal event for gays in the straight world. Gay guys shooting Bambi don't turn into raving lunatics or break down into whimpering pussies. Chugging beer and watching football may bore a gay guy to death, but it isn't the same as watching a straight guy whimpering at the thought of someone fingering his hole.

The two remaining un-fucked dudes eyed each other. It was obvious the dark-haired stud was not going to get it up again for a while. When the realization finally hit both of them, he laid down on the floor, and held his knees up to his chest. Blondie stroked himself with more goop and knelt down between his legs. There wasn't any yelling, but quite a bit of gasping and moaning from both of them. Bjørn took pictures of the moment of first penetration. The guys were not handsome. Bad teeth, bad haircuts and problem acne kept them out of the handsome club, but the bodies were hot. Long torsos, trim waists and cute butts made watching them fuck a pleasure. Bjørn wondered if his dad would have wanted to film it. He could see the title now Straight Rape or something just as over the top. It was a real Deliverance moment (1972 movie depicting a straight man being raped by a backwoodsman).

Blondie laid on top of his buddy and fucked him with just his hips. Their faces were close enough together to kiss, and maybe if they had more privacy, they might have. From behind, blondie's cock was balls deep and pumping his hole like a pile driver. Bjørn took more pictures between blondie's legs of his tight, yet un-fucked, little hole and his long straight cock making its trip in and out. The pictures were not any good for blackmail, but it would make great wack off material. They went at it for a long time. Of course, they had both popped a short time before, so working up another load takes longer.

When the time came, blondie announced he was going to cum and then pulsed and spurted until he was nothing but a limp body on top of his mate. They both were still catching their breath. No one had to remind them of the remaining task. The randy dark-haired dude, with his butt full of jizz, simply rolled them both over and got to his knees. Stroking himself hard, he pulled blondie up into his lap far enough to get his ass on top of his cock. As his butt slowly sank down on the cock that was shoved up his hole, he grimaced but took it without a whimper. It was a nice view, the blondie's body stretched out, butt impaled on his buddy's lap, legs spread wide around him.

The dark-haired boy made the most of his position. With little thrusts and hip movements, he kept his cock pulsing inside that warm fuck chute. He fisted blondie's cock even though it had just had its release minutes before. More pictures of the two fuck buddies, looking like they were enjoying themselves. The young are adaptable, these two might even try this again sometime. They took their time, but every good fuck must eventually end. I swear he came harder this time than he did the first. It is a shame they couldn't be forced to try a third round. Being a boy of his word, Bjørn stepped in and used the chloroform to put all three of them out again.

It was dark by the time everyone was thoroughly fucked, and some samples of the blackmail photos had been printed out to be given to our intruders as parting gifts. Of course, we didn't want anyone to see us dragging bodies through the woods. All three were laid out in the woods, past the compound border, with their photos and left to their own devices. They were close enough to the property border that Alex could still monitor them.

"You see anything wrong with this picture?" JD asked, showing Bjørn the live cam of the three men laid out in the woods.

"No, they look fine to me," Bjørn replied after studying the tablet display.

"We forgot their clothes," JD chuckled.

"Hmm, oops," Bjørn laughed.

I just got off a video call with Jason and Luke. They were finishing up their year at military school before summer break. We had discussed whether or not they would be returning in the fall or if they would attend our own private school next year. Secretly, I wanted them to come home, but I was determined to let them make their own decision. We left it open, but I sensed they were very excited about the new AI driven self-learning and wanted to be one of the first students to complete the course all the way to graduation. I was thrilled that our boys were coming home, and I wanted to share the good news with Paul as soon as possible.

"Hi dad," David yelled from the doorway. "Me and Blair are going to work out downstairs before bed."

"Hey boys, how did it go today?" I asked. "Did you get a lot done?"

"Hi commander," Blair greeted. "I got blisters from splitting wood." He showed me his tortured hands.

"Good for you Blair, splitting wood is hard work," I complimented, "you boys go work out and I will make you a treat for when you are done."

"Dad, I forgot to ask you," David added on his way to the stairs. "Some of us want to change Alex's name. We are getting a lot of false responses. Too many people named Alex or something that starts with Alex like Alexander."

"Okay, change it to what?"

"We thought it would be cool to just name it Computer, like in Star Trek," David enthused. "You know, they would always say things like 'Computer, turn down the lights' or 'Computer, play me some music – no not that – the mamba!'." David said in his best Jean-Luc imitation.

I laughed, "Fine with me, if everyone else is cool with it."

The local cuisine raves about red velvet cake. Maybe I just never had a good one, but I hated the stuff. Instead, I was experimenting with a black forest cake soaked in Kirsch liqueur with cherry filling. My plan was to infiltrate the locals with a German delicacy. I dished each of us up a piece along with a companion shot of tart cherry liqueur. The boys were used to my penchant for flavorful after dinner liqueurs.

The boys were downstairs long enough that I took Liam and Little John upstairs with me so that they could fall asleep, and I could read in bed for a while. Turning the fireplace on low and burning some incense, we were all set to get ready for bed. Liam had been sleeping with me since he came home. JD has been hanging out with Bjørn, and David has been sleeping alone since the Larsen incident. That usually left Liam as my only bedtime companion. I didn't mind, but I had pledged to not be intimate with the boy until after the adoption was finalized. It has been a challenge. Every night we go just a little further, another line crossed. I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to restrain myself.

This week there was the added temptation of Little John. I am not much for baby-sitting, but Little John made it pretty easy. He simply did whatever Liam did. But now I had to decide if that included sleeping in my bed.

I helped Liam take his clothes off. Liam has never been chatty, and I like that about him. He is an old soul in a boy body. I fold his clothes and put them on the nearby valet. Naked, he helps me unbutton my shirt and pull off my pants. He is terrible at folding anything, but I let him try.

Little John is conked out on top of the covers. Do we take off his clothes or try to get him dressed in Liam's pajamas? Liam decided for me by undressing the little boy and folding his clothes and putting them next to his.

Pulling back the covers we climb in together. Little John gets the left side and Liam snuggles next to me on the other side with his head in my lap. I setup my tablet next to me so that I can read with an arm around both boys. We just get settled when David and Blair come in with their desserts and flounce down on the end of the bed.

They are flush from their exercise, excited and chattering about something or other. I ignore them in favor of relaxing with my e-book and touching the boys. When the dessert is gone, they leave the dirty dishes on the bed and head into the shower. I clean up the mess and stack the dishes to take downstairs tomorrow morning. I can hear them in the shower, laughing and joking around. I was starting to get suspicious about what they were up to. They wanted to camp out at the new house so bad, why were they here?

Back in bed with my e-book, I cupped Liam's butt, and he squirmed around in his sleep. I loved that. Whenever I tease him in his sleep, he always squirms around and rubs back against me. My finger rubbed between his butt cheeks, and he responded by clenching and releasing them. When I touched his sphincter, he moaned a little and spread his legs.

Before I could indulge myself further, the boys came in drying themselves with a towel. David was showing a lot of muscle nowadays, and he didn't shave his pubes anymore. I liked him hairless, but the dark, short hairs over his dick went with the bigger muscles. He was growing up.

Blair was hairless with just small, smooth mounds for pecs. I suspected it was more genetics than exercise. His entire body was tanned and smooth. I wondered how he kept from having a tan line. They finished with the towels and dropped them in the middle of the floor before crawling up on the bed. I sighed. I fought to keep from yelling at them to pick up after themselves. It was just a couple of towels after all.

"Hey dad, are the boys sleeping?" David asked, pulling down the covers a bit so he could see if Liam was asleep in my lap. Pulling the covers from my lap also uncovered Little John.

"Look at him, he is so small," David said with wonder as he leaned over me to touch Little John. "Blair, have you fooled around with your brother yet? He is kinda cute."

"A little, we share a bedroom at home," Blair explained.

Blair hung back, unsure of his welcome. David flopped down beside us on his back, giving us a good view of the whole package. Holy crap, he is beautiful. I hope he never figures out just how much.

"Can he get a woody yet?" David asked playfully. "I bet you have tried, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Blair admitted, shy and embarrassed.

David laughed, "C'mon, show me," he insisted, pulling Blair towards us.

With Little John on the other side of me, Blair was forced to straddle my legs to reach him. The view of the naked young teen as he leaned over to play with his brother was very nice. I particularly appreciated the length of his soft cock and balls hanging between his legs, as he straddled me.

Blair used his fingers and his tongue to tease the little guy's penis and sure enough, it rose to attention. David was delighted, and would probably have instigated Blair to go further, but I insisted the boys let the little boy sleep.

Having deprived David of Little John, he returned his attention to Liam. He pulled the covers down more and slid a finger in to play with Liam's ass. When the boy squirmed, David laughed.

"I love playing with Liam when he is sleeping," David said to Blair. "You know, I fucked him once. That is how he ended up here. When is the adoption final?" he asked me.

"I figure we have another six months," I answered.

David eased Liam over on his back and showed his little penis and balls to Blair.

"Have you fucked him yet?" David asked me bluntly, stroking the little penis with his fingers. "I'd like to fuck him again."

"No, nothing intimate until at least after the adoption is final," I warned. "They are within their rights to require a surprise physical at any time. I wouldn't want there to be any evidence of anal activity."

"You can touch him if you want to," David told Blair. "He is really soft. See?"

Blair moved closer, still straddling my legs, so he could touch the little balls up tight against the hardening penis David was playing with. Liam sighed in his sleep and flexed his legs. I had managed to keep some of the covers over my lap, but David pulled them down, purposely trying to expose my cock. I didn't want to play tug of war with him, but I wasn't sure I wanted to fool around with Blair in the room. His father was already blaming me for his sudden insistence on physical attention from him.

"Okay David, you guys are up to something. What's up?" I challenged.

"Yeah, you caught us," he giggled. "You see Blair here has a bit of a daddy complex, and he has it bad."

I looked at Blair, still straddling my legs and looking delicious. His face was slowly turning red, and he wouldn't look at me.

"Watch this and you will see what I mean," David teased. "Blair, my dad is going to turn you over his lap and spank your bare ass until it turns bright red. Then he is going to stick his finger up your butt and fuck you with it until you are ready for his big cock."

I had never seen anyone get an erection that fast. It was like a periscope rising from the depths. By the time David stopped talking, that lovely long straight cock was hugging his hairless body. His balls were still hanging nice and low, even though he was definitely at full mast.

"See what I mean?" David chuckled. "His dad is still getting used to the idea of banging his boy. So, I thought we could have a boy's night out and show him the ropes."

"You have obviously thought about this, but I don't know if it is such a good idea," I cautioned. "Jonathan is a little sensitive about it right now. I am not sure he would approve of us teaching his son any new tricks."

"Au contraire, mon ami," David enthused. "I think he would be thrilled if we 'took the pressure off', so to speak. I figure anytime Blair gets an itch he can't scratch; we could help him out."

Both boys looked at me expectantly. Blair's face was practically begging me to say yes. David's face was so proud, it said 'see-I-just-figured-out-how-to-save-the-world-and-of-course-you-agree'. I looked at Blair with his big brown eyes, smooth chest and the hard cock hugging his hairless body and just nodded my head. I hope Jonathan doesn't own a gun.

"See, I told you," David said to Blair. "Didn't I tell you my dad would be glad to do ya for as long as you can take it?"

While I wondered how I got into this situation, the boys directed their attention back to Liam. They took turns licking his cock and balls until he got a hard on in his sleep. They were debating if they could get him to orgasm without waking up. I should stop them from tormenting the little guy, but they are so cute about it, I can't bring myself to do it. Kneeling, they bent over the sleeping boy, their tight little butts in the air and their junk getting harder and harder between their legs.

"Okay, you lube up his butt and I will lube his cock and balls," David strategized. "Then you play with his ass while I am jerking him off and he will have to cum."

I watched them do it. I figured they weren't hurting him, and I guess I was curious to see if it would work. It didn't take long for them to get ready. When Blair got a finger into him, I was sure he would wake up. He whimpered and squirmed but didn't open his eyes. David went to work on his cock, stroking and pulling, getting him hard. He lubed the sensitive head and teased it directly with his finger, getting Liam to whimper.

As they worked him over, Liam's face looked like he was having a very pleasant dream. It wasn't a look of pain or anger, but the kind of dream you don't want to wake up from. As he stiffened up, his breathing took on a ragged gasping before he settled back down to his normal sleeping pattern. Blair pulled out and the two boys high fived over Liam's peaceful smiling face.

"Okay, Blair's turn," David declared.

I put my tablet up and moved us away from the two sleeping boys. It seemed obvious; I wasn't going to be getting a lot of reading or sleeping done tonight.

"I think our boy would appreciate a little slap and tickle," David said suggestively, pulling Blair to his feet. He disappeared for a moment, coming back with a blindfold that went over Blair's eyes. "Dad, why don't you make him assume the position."

David said it like I should know what he was talking about. I didn't have a clue. If he wanted me to play some kind of domination game, I wasn't fluent in dungeon speak. I sat on the edge of the bed. David took pity on my ignorance and positioned Blair across my lap. The smooth expanse of flesh close enough to touch was mesmerizing. I ran my hands down his back and over the smooth swell of his butt. I couldn't seem to stop touching him.

David retrieved a butt plug from somewhere and prepared it for insertion. He forced Blair's legs wider as he laid on my lap. I glimpsed the little brown puckered button between his butt cheeks just before David stretched it out inserting the plug. Blair made a sound between a yelp and a sigh, and the plug was in. I felt the curve of his ass and traced his crack down to the rubber protrusion sticking out of his ass. Pulling on the rubber toy, I felt his butt clench and release, the curved plug massaging the inside of his colon and prostate. I gripped his well-shaped butt cheek with one hand and traced the smooth skin of his spine with the other. There is nothing that feels quite like a young boy's skin.

"Dad, you are supposed to be spanking him, not petting him," David admonished, smiling wickedly. "You like that don't you?"

What's not to like? I gave his butt a light slap, and he squirmed a little over my lap. His cock was up against my leg and I felt it jerk a little when I hit him. I tried another slap, a bit harder this time. I got another jerk out of his cock and his butt clenched against the plug. It seemed we would both enjoy a good spanking. I went back to work, spanking him until both his butt cheeks glowed. Blair was moaning with that indescribable mixed pain and pleasure sound. I reached between his legs and gripped his balls while delivering another series of slaps on his tender behind.

David came back to help me put Blair back on his feet. He stood cautiously, wearing the blindfold and the plug still up his ass. David fingered his erection, showing me that Blair had indeed enjoyed a good spanking. He slapped the erection and Blair yelped.

"Blair, we are a poor substitute for your father," I said gently. "It is his love and attention that you crave. It will take time, but you know he truly loves you. He is fighting with himself, not you."

"I know," Blair said, facing the sound of my voice.

"Until then, you are welcome to be with us," I hinted, leaving the interpretation wide open. "Is there anything special you would like for us to do for you?"

"Yes," he breathed, "there are so many things I want to know, to feel."

"Well, you may have to sleep over more often," David suggested in his low sexy tone that usually means trouble. "For now, I think I know some things you will like."

David arranged Blair in the center of the bed on his back. He positioned himself kneeling over his face so they formed a T. He teased Blair's mouth with his cock until Blair began to suck on it. David spread his legs, wiggling his butt suggestively. I never could resist David's body. Moving up behind him I got ready to get inside of him. David took Blair's hand and put it on my cock.

"You wanted to see my dad fuck me," David spoke to Blair. "Sometimes feeling is better than seeing. I want you to feel my dad getting inside of me. Take your time, explore us with your hands while he fucks me and then it will be your turn."

Blair did exactly what David suggested. He explored my cock and balls with one hand and David's ass with the other. When I began to enter David, Blair's fingers were right there, tracing the circumference of the insertion. He pressed his fingers against David's sphincter and gripped my cock as it plunged in and out. I had never had anyone so physically attentive during such an intimate moment. It was both exciting and disconcerting. It wasn't until that moment that I realized, he wasn't a virgin anymore, but he had also never known the pleasure of being inside someone else. This was like an X-rated Discovery channel for him.

I looked down at the boy under us with pure lust. That wonderfully young body was going to be mine to ravish just as soon as I finished with the one I was currently in. How great is that? Blair acted as an aphrodisiac for both of us. Too soon, David unloaded into Blair's mouth causing him to swallow convulsively. Pulling off of me, he left me to pay attention to the blindfolded boy still lying naked in the middle of the bed.

Laying down next to him, I kissed him long and hard, tasting David's spunk on his tongue. He put his arm around me, holding me to him as we kissed again and again. I could feel his need from the way he held on to me. He wants, no needs, more than just a good fuck. I am not at all sure that we can satisfy that need. I suspect he will be obsessed until he finds exactly what it is that is missing. Until then, the best we can do is make him feel that he belongs. That being attracted to men is okay.

David carefully pulled the plug out. Taking my place at Blair's lips, he pulled him onto his side, giving me his back. The plug made it easy for me to get into the boy's ass from behind. He was a natural. While the boys played with each other, I took my time enjoying the feel of him. Looking down the smooth expanse of his unblemished back, I could see my cock disappear between the curve of his luscious butt cheeks. I put my arm around his waist and pulled him back all the way onto my cock. Buried inside, I pulled his hips over on top of me so that the weight of his body impaled him. David rose up and took Blair's erection in his mouth. I watched him lick the length of him before taking it all down his throat.

The boys did all the work. Blair lifted his hips and impaled himself on my cock over and over as David teased his cock and balls with his mouth. It was wonderful to watch the look on Blair's face as he experienced each new sensation. David tried not to make him cum too soon, but who could blame the boy for spilling with the novel attention he was getting both front and back.

While Blair spewed in David's mouth and face, I hurried my own orgasm. With the stimulation from both boys, I had been struggling to keep myself from cumming. Now I released a load inside of Blair, hoping he could feel the hot liquid shooting up inside of him. We laid still in the sticky mess of body fluids, feeling the wonderful afterglow of a strong orgasm. Now was the time for what comes after a good fuck. The touch and comfort of being with someone you have known so intimately just moments before. I took off Blair's blindfold.

When we had recovered enough to move, I led the boys back to the shower. The bed is big, but there is no way we were going to get five to sleep comfortably in it. David took Liam with him to his room and left Blair to cuddle with me.

"Commander?"

"Yes, Blair?"

"What if my father never wants me like that?"

"Then you will find other ways to be close to him."

"But, I want him. I mean, I really want him."

"I know. Give him time. He is doing the best he can."

Chapter Twenty-Six
Problem solving 101

"I don't know what you did, but I know you did something," Jonathan accused.

"Sorry my friend, I have no idea what you are on about," I responded, desperately afraid I knew exactly what he was talking about.

We were having a morning cup of coffee out on the porch, watching the sunrise come up over the holler. It is my favorite time of day and I often take time out to just sit quietly and watch nature work its magic. Jonathan had come in last night with a load of personal belongings and a delivery of new furniture from High Point, the North Carolina self-proclaimed furniture capital of the world. He would be keeping his campus apartment for the time being, but living here full time during his summer break.

"You have seduced my sons," he insisted.

I gulped, knowing his accusation was technically true.

"Blair has stopped pressuring me," Jonathan continued. "He has been much more understanding. He looks at me like, 'someday-he-will-grow-up'. I'm supposed to be looking at him like that."

I chuckled. "I am glad you have come to an understanding."

"He says he wants to sleep over with David again. I told him David could come to our house, but he insists it has to be at your house."

"Boys, what can I tell you?" I shrugged; secretly grateful Blair had been discreet. "Blair is always welcome."

Liam and I were back at Grandpa's front porch. This time the old man sat out on the porch with us. Occasionally a boy's face appeared at the window or a yell was heard from inside the house, other than that, the house could have been deserted.

"Let me get this straight," Grandpa said skeptically. "You want to hire all my boys to put on a show."

"Yes."

"A striptease show?" he asked.

"Not necessarily," I tried to explain. "If that is their expertise, then a striptease is fine. I want a show that demonstrates their talent, their potential."

"You want a talent show?" Grandpa asked, unconvinced that I was being serious.

"Yes, I suppose you could call it a talent show," I struggled to explain. "Being sexy and attractive is good, but if they can sing, dance, play the clarinet; whatever. That is what I want you to showcase. Think of this as an audition."

"An audition?" Grandpa growled. "What the fuck are they auditioning for?"

"I want this group of wealthy, influential families to sort of adopt your boys. We would guarantee them room & board and an education."

"And why the hell would you do that?" he asked suspiciously.

"Because we can? Because they deserve a chance? Because we should? Pick one."

"You sure you aren't just getting a private harem of boys off into the mountains where nobody will know what you are doing to them?" he questioned.

"No," I stated emphatically, "because you will be there to make sure we don't."

"I got me a house right here. Why would I go traipsing off to god knows where?"

"Because you are family, and those boys aren't going to go without you. But if you stay here, and something happens to you, have you thought of what would happen to them?"

"Of course, I have thought about that," he snapped. "I may not be one of your fancy investors, but I am no fool."

"I never thought you were." I agreed. "Think of this as an investment in their future. You could keep your house as a failsafe. I promise we would help you move back here if it doesn't work out for any reason."

"You say this is an audition," Grandpa said hesitantly. "So, your investors might not want us anyway, isn't that so?"

"Yes."

"And even if they want us, it mebbe we don't want them," he said with a determined look.

"Fair enough," I agreed. "My son David will be in touch. He is authorized to help you get ready and provide anything you need for the show. We will send transportation for you."

The movie for movie night is, The Dreamers, a movie about an American studying in Paris who makes friends with a French brother and sister. The three of them have a sexual relationship in various combinations. It is the perfect lead up to the show JD and Bjørn planned to put on.

"Hey boss, have you heard who will be coming for movie night?" JD asked mysteriously

"Nope, no clue. Why?"

"No reason. Are you going to make refreshments?" JD questioned.

"Wasn't planning on it. Why?"

"No reason. Drinks might be nice though," JD suggested.

"Okay, what's going on?" the commander asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Just seems like a show is always better with a little liquid encouragement."

"Point taken. Maybe I will make a pitcher of Margaritas. That should be festive."

"Good idea boss. Good idea."

The first to arrive was Doctor John and his two boys. Little John would hang out with Liam as usual. Sometimes the younger boys watched the whole movie and other times they wandered away to play elsewhere. Next, Josh showed up with Elijah and Aaron. David came in to arrange the chairs and sofas. The commander already had a couple of pitchers of Margaritas out and bowls of popcorn. Just before the movie started, Robert and Cindy came in with their cute twin Asian boys, Kai and Kaleb.

JD came downstairs, shirtless as usual. Everyone was so used to his being bare chested, it would have been noteworthy if he was wearing a shirt. On the other hand, he had Bjørn nude in a collar on the end of a leash. Most of the crew tonight had not seen his new pet before and discreetly ogled him. Tonight, JD chose to sit in the middle of the sofa, with Bjørn at his feet. That meant everyone else was sitting close by on either side.

It was David who kept the Margarita glasses salted and passed around. The younger boys got a taste either off of their parent's or specially prepared sippy cups. There had been so many broken stemware at parties that a stock of glasses with lids was kept on hand for the younger boys to use.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying their drinks and some conversation before the movie. If anyone wondered why Bjørn was nude or collared, no one asked. Secretly JD and Bjørn were getting off on the idea that everyone else was pretending to ignore the elephant, make that cock, in the room.

The Computer, a.k.a. Alex, queued up the movie and everyone settled in to watch the young good-looking actors on the wall sized screen. There was enough innuendo and subtle nudity that it kept everyone's attention including the younger boys. While a complicated plot might be beyond their attention span, nudity was always of interest.

Usually, after a movie, the adults sit around and discuss it. This movie was erotic, the sexual tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife and package to ship. Inadvertently, it was the youngest boys who started it all. Liam and Little John watched the movie sitting on the floor in front of the other chairs. Once it ended, they crawled over, fascinated by Bjørn's collar and leash. Before JD or Bjørn could launch their planned show, the two boys were playing with the leash and what it was attached to. Enjoying the novelty of their very own, naked boy on a leash, Liam pulled until Bjørn was up on all fours crawling around the room after him.

Anyone who has attended a dinner party at a pet lover's home, has experienced a nose shoved in their crotch at the door. A male K9 may follow up their greeting by jumping on you and humping your leg. The indulgent pet lover will say something like down fido, bad dog in a voice reserved for babies and spoiled misbehaving pets. No one is expected to complain about being humped, even as the offending pet rides their claws down your leg. Of course, if fido could really have his way, he would have you down on all fours, while he climbed your back and humped your ass.

Like the dog he was imitating, Bjørn shoved his nose in the boys' crotch and tried to bite their penis through their pants. Liam and Little John thought it great fun and laughed and giggled as their doggy attacked them. Aaron joined the other boys, taunting the doggy and touching his doggy parts. The adults didn't pay much attention to the boys playing off to the side even when the doggy got their pants down and was licking their penises and balls. As they shed clothes, the boys were easier prey to be knocked down and humped. That is the only explanation for why no one noticed until Bjørn was fucking Liam with quick short thrusts like the dog he was imitating.

When JD finally noticed Bjørn deep inside of Liam, he knew it was trouble. The commander had made it clear, no fooling around with Liam until after the adoption was finalized. The commander was busy in the kitchen but could reappear at any moment. Dropping his pants, he rushed to switch the activity to the show that was originally planned. Many of the new members had never seen JD nude before, and his equipment on display always attracted attention. So, when he crossed the room to mount the collared doggy, the attention of the entire room went with him.

Doctor John followed JD's trajectory and frowned at Little John, mostly nude, with Bjørn licking his penis while he humped another boy. The problem was, Little John didn't seem to mind at all. As a rule, Jonathan would not dream of interfering in the normal sexual exploration between two adolescents. It made him hesitate, unsure if Little John needed rescuing or not.

JD figured he could simply hide Liam by fucking Bjørn and drawing everyone's attention away from the younger boy. With Liam flat on the floor on his tummy, Bjørn was on his hands and knees over him, using his hips to hump his ass. JD knelt down over him and captured his hips mid thrust. Forcing himself into Bjørn, he tried to pull him away from the boy under him. Bjørn was having none of it. He held onto Liam, keeping him impaled on his cock. The result was a threesome like fucking Russian nesting dolls. Or, would that be Russian nesting dolls fucking? While JD fucked Bjørn under him, he in turn continued to fuck Liam.

Unaware of Liam's restrictions, the rest of the room was fascinated by the show. The combination of the movie and booze, made for a receptive environment to stretch the boundaries of what would be considered acceptable public etiquette.

David took the opportunity to sidle up to Josh while he was focused on figuring out if Bjørn would have a tight ass to fuck. Josh was usually homophobic, but that didn't prevent him from enjoying a good ass fuck. David distracted him by running his hands down his swimmers build, something he had never dared do before. When Josh gave him his attention without punching him in the face, David drew his shirt up over his head and off. Josh mirrored the move and the two athletic males compared upper bodies. David ran his hands down Josh's bare torso, ending up at his waist. Unfastening the older man's pants, David prepared to service him. Before he could assume the position, he noticed Blair standing nearby with a look of longing on his face. Stepping back, he motioned for Blair to take his place if we wanted. Blair smiled gratefully and gladly assumed the position, to do something he would not have dared to initiate on his own.

Having given away his prize, David cast around for another conquest. He spied Doctor John still sitting in his original chair watching Little John getting his penis eaten. Without warning, David went over and sat on Jonathan's lap. The Doctor had no choice but to put his arm around David's bare back to keep him from falling. As though he could read minds, he shook his head at David.

"Hey Doc, you fucked me once. I thought you might like a rematch," David teased.

"Behave yourself David. I'm here to keep an eye on Little John," Jonathan explained.

"He looks like he is having a good time. Is that a pistol in your pants or are you happy to see me?" David asked, feeling the doctor's boner under his butt.

He got down on his knees in front of the doc. He figured he would talk to the member of Jonathan's body that he would be most likely to persuade. As he started to unwrap that body part, he noticed Elijah staring at him. What is it with these boys? They were hanging around like vultures. David sighed and invited Elijah to take over for him. Jonathan was about to complain when Elijah swallowed him down. The boy was no virgin when it came to swallowing cock. It was ironic that the two most homophobic men in the community had inadvertently switched sons for the evening.

Spying Liam under the pile of boys around JD, David went to rescue him. His dad was not going to be happy about Liam being returned 'ridden hard and put up wet'. On the other hand, now that he was damaged goods, what was the harm in one more? Getting Liam on his feet and retrieving his scattered clothes, David started him for the stairs. He figured if they did a quick fuck and then he got him cleaned up and redressed, maybe his dad would never know. Just as they reached the stairs, Kai and Kaleb blocked their way.

"Hey David, this must be your brother Liam," Kai said, "He's cute."

"There is no one left for us to play with," Kaleb pouted. "Can we watch you fuck him?"

"What makes you think I am going to fuck him?" David asked innocently.

"Because you are you, and still breathing," Kai answered with a knowing look.

"Good point," David admitted. "We are not supposed to be doing this. If my dad sees us, he is going to be mad."

"I suppose we should go find and tell him," Kai said nonchalantly, "or we could go with you and we wouldn't be able to."

"Damn, you boys are good," David conceded. "C'mon, let's find a place to hide out."

After JD creamed in Bjørn's skinny poop chute, the two co-conspirators discussed how their plan had all gone wrong. They were supposed to shock their most uptight members with a live sex show. Instead, Josh had gotten up into Doctor John's kid Blair, and the doc had taken a ride in Josh's son Elijah. Maybe son swapping would become a regular thing? Most of the movie crowd was gone now and they were pressed into service to help the commander clean up.

Up in David's bedroom, the three boys waited for David to tell them what to do next.

"Everybody take your clothes off and then I get to fuck you," David demanded.

"Why do you get to do everybody? I think we should get to do you too," Kai reasoned.

"I'm older and I have a bigger dick, so I get to do you," David insisted. "So, take off your clothes."

"I don't think so. If you get to play with us, then we should get to play with you," Kaleb argued as he quickly removed his clothing, showing off his compact gymnast body.

David got rid of the clothes that Liam had left from his earlier doggie encounter. He dropped his own pants while continuing to negotiate with the twins.

"Maybe I will let you do me. But I get to do all of you first."

"Deal," Kai agreed, stripping down to join his brother.

The sound of someone clearing their throat came from the doorway. The four nude boys all turned in unison to see the commander leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest.

"Boys, if you are planning to spend the night, you should contact your parents first," the commander reminded them. "Liam, it's your bedtime, why don't you go get ready."

"Sorry commander, we didn't realize how late it is," Kai apologized. "We will head on home now."

The twins began dressing as Liam gathered his clothes and headed off to the master bedroom. The commander remained in place until only David was left.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" the commander asked his son.

"I didn't do anything," David assured his father, "Honest."

"And what is it that you didn't do, David?" the commander interrogated.

"I didn't fuck Liam."

"You were going to, weren't you?"

"Maybe, but it wasn't me, it was Bjørn," David whined. "Since he has been fucked already, I figured it wouldn't make any difference if he was fucked again. Right?"

The commander sighed. "Who is bigger, you or Bjørn?"

"Oh, I'm a lot bigger than Bjørn," David bragged.

The commander waited patiently for the obvious to sink in. Then he left his son alone, his only companion for the night, Rosie palm and her five sisters.

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Boy, you got talent

"Robert, what were you thinking when you designed the monastery?" I questioned Robert during our monthly finance meeting.

"Well, I envisioned a European style hostel," Robert explained enthusiastically. "Something that could temporarily house a lot of visitors. I would say bed and breakfast, but that conjures up the idea of crazy tourists running around taking selfies. I still believe if you put out information about this place, you would have people lining up to experience it."

The last remaining log home was a fascinating blend between a modern hotel and an old-style manor house. It was a huge three-story rectangle with a plantation metal roof. The main floor was actually up one story with a generous porch all the way around. The ground floor had a great room and two wings with two dormitory style bedrooms in each wing separated by a lavatory and shower area in between. It could easily sleep a dozen.

The main floor had an open ceiling great room in the center and two wings. One wing held three bedrooms and lavatory that could sleep eight. The opposite wing held a commercial sized kitchen and dining area. Finally, the upper story contained four more dormitories, a copy of the ground floor. We called it the monastery because of the size and all the stone work gave it that solid ageless feel.

"Can I afford to house and support Grandpa's boys if the rest of the families don't vote to accept them?"

"You would be violating the trust if you don't get agreement from all the trustees," Robert reminded me.

"Damn. Let's get it furnished anyway. I would love to see those kids in there, but if not them, we are going to use it for something. Let's get it ready."

"You got it boss."

"Tonight is the show Grandpa's boys are putting on," I mentioned to Jonathan while we were having a beer together sitting in rockers on the porch overlooking the rock cliff. "David has been working with them for a couple of weeks now. He has really been into it. Robert has gone down the mountain with that palace on wheels of his, to pick up the boys. I figure if riding in that fancy motorcoach doesn't impress them, nothing will. I have no idea what kind of show they are going to put on."

"You are hoping to persuade everyone to sponsor them?" Jonathan guessed.

"Sure," I admitted taking a swig of my lager. "It is easy to say no to a faceless idea, hopefully not so easy to say no to a talented child."

"Why do you care so much?" he asked, slipping into therapist mode.

"I don't know. Maybe because David and Jason came from that type of background. Their mother supported them with her body. They grew up as street kids."

"Ironic," Jonathan mused. "A lot of people might think you are what kids should be saved from."

I laughed, because he was so right. "And, what do you think, Jonathan?"

"Clinically, everything you are doing here is all wrong," he said thoughtfully. "The results I see, don't match what studies say they should be. There have been other groups in the past, communes, religious groups, that have tried something similar but not quite the same. To my knowledge, what you are doing here is unique."

"Wasted potential," I mumbled. "I hate to see wasted potential."

Jonathan stayed silent, letting the silence grow like the good therapist he is.

"When David and Jason came to me, I tried to provide the essentials. It took a long time to build trust. To trust that I wasn't going to disappear, that I wasn't going to die on them like their mother. To show them that I loved them. I think that is why the physical part of our relationship was such an important part. It was proof that I loved them and they trusted me."

"Maslow's hierarchy of needs," Jonathan commented quietly. "We have to satisfy the basic needs of survival, safety, love and self-esteem first."

"And I failed at it more than once," I agonized. "Jason was kidnapped for god's sake. But now, I feel like it is right. I can keep them safe; they have lots of love and community all around them. They have certainly become more confident."

"And now that their basic needs have been met, they can achieve self-actualization," Jonathan commented and then chided himself. "Whenever I say that to my students, they have this impression of a drug induced mystical experience. It just means they are free to explore their potential, find out who they are, to grow up."

"Yeah, what you said, Doctor," I agreed. "This is where Cindy's new education curriculum and our self-paced delivery system comes into play. David is already into college level material in some areas. That little Kai is a budding genius. He is going to be running this place pretty soon."

"You amaze me," Jonathan said shaking his head. "Every time we talk, I learn something new that I should have realized before."

"What's that? Kids are smarter than we are?"

"No, although that may be true," Jonathan chuckled. "I have made the mistake of focusing so much on the physical intimacy that I miss all the other important things about this place. But you don't, do you?" Jonathan sat in deep thought for a moment. "Of course, if you are wrong and my kids hate me in twenty years, I am going to hunt you down."

"Something tells me if we are wrong about all this, you may have to wait in line. There is going to be a lot of people after my ass!"

All the chairs and sofas were moved to the edge of the great room to leave as much empty space in the middle as possible. Only the recessed ceiling spot lights around the edge of the room were on. A big fire was blazing in the fireplace. It was a full house; all the FC families were here, waiting expectantly.

Grandpa's boys were upstairs getting ready for the show. The old man himself was sitting as still as stone at the side of the room in a wingback chair with his cane held between his knees. Some of the adults had tried to be friendly, with highly entertaining results. I liked the crusty old curmudgeon, but he was definitely an acquired taste.

A spotlight came on, aimed down on the center of the great room from the second-floor balcony. David came down the stairs in the dim light and walked into the spot. There was an audible sound of surprise at his appearance. He was wearing a black tux cutaway with long tails, and nothing else. His skin was oiled and glistening. The light reflected from bits of body glitter lightly applied over his entire body. The costume was genius. Elegant, but shocking all at the same time.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. The boys have asked me to be your master of ceremonies tonight. They have been asked to reveal themselves to you. What you are about to see will possibly shock you. It will certainly surprise you. And I guarantee, it will be revealing."

The spot moved to the baby grand that had been brought forward so that it was in front of the wall of glass that looked out over the rock cliff. The lid was raised to fill the large open room with sound. A boy of perhaps seven or eight came down the stairs in the dim light and crossed to the piano. He sat down on the bench and began a lovely rendition of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It was reminiscent of any children's piano recital, except the boy was completely nude. Like David, his body was oiled with body glitter that reflected sparkles of light from his chest, shoulders and arms as he played. His hair was a popular messy quiff, as he sat straight and tall, looking very grown up. How brave he was to walk into a room full of strangers, nude, to perform.

He followed up the popular Sonata with a Bach 2 Part Invention, proving a solid classical foundation. Next, he moved right into an improvisation that sounded like circus music. The spot widened to light the center of the room and a compact boy of ten or eleven came down the stairs. He performed a gymnastic floor program full of dance moves and basic gymnastic exercises. I don't know much about gymnastics, but I recognized some of the basic moves you might see in an Olympics gymnast competition. The boy was simply beautiful. The costume of the evening was the unblemished one he was born with, enhanced by his gymnastic discipline and some body glitter. The compact body was exquisitely shaped and proudly displayed. He glittered like a sparkler in the spotlight as he performed back handsprings, scissor leaps and straight jumps.

He finished up in traditional Olympic style, hands raised, body flexed. The audience applauded, amazed that street kids could ever give such a performance. There were even some calls of bravo from the adults, comfortable with that tradition of expressing their appreciation.

The spot narrowed to a point just in front of the audience. An older boy of seventeen or eighteen that I had never seen before, came down the stairs. He was also oiled, nude and glittery. His entire body radiated sex. The room felt tense, as though you were caught looking at a dirty magazine. The boy stopped in the spot and faced the audience.

"I hope that you are enjoying the show," he said suggestively, moving his hips just enough to emphasize his prodigious endowment. "The boys have worked very hard to impress you. There is still more to come, and I am sure they will rise to the occasion."

He hadn't actually said anything erotic, but the innuendo and his handsome body on display had everyone licking their lips and adjusting themselves.

"Hmm, mam, my eyes are up here," he chided, looking at Elizabeth and using two fingers to point at his eyes. "Women, always staring at…", he comically spread his stance and stared at his penis. Of course, it directed everyone else's attention there as well.

He looked back at Elizabeth. "She's still doing it," he said, a look of comic shock on his face. Elizabeth blushed crimson and looked away. "Sir, is this your wife?" the boy asked Josh who was trying not to laugh behind his hand.

"Yes, yes, it is," Josh managed to get out before laughing again.

"She has seen one before, hasn't she?" the boy asked, raising his eyebrows. "I mean, I assume…" and he gestured at Josh's crotch which got a laugh. He got closer and stage whispered, "She's still staring."

"Sir, since, I assume, you are more familiar with the equipment than your wife seems to be (the audience laughed). Perhaps you could answer this question for me." the boy returned to his original position in the spot. "How did Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?" Josh grinned and shrugged. "Hmm, maybe I understand now why your wife is not familiar with," he gestured at himself. "Do you need me to explain how it works?" he asked as the audience guffawed. "No sir, how Burger King got Dairy Queen pregnant? (pause) He forgot to wrap his Whopper."

It was an old joke, but delivered in the proper context of light hearted embarrassment.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't mean to be so personal. Are you a religious man?" the boy asked Josh.

"Yes," Josh admitted.

"Oh, good, then you will understand. An old man is at his bedside praying when his wife says 'What are you doing?' He says, 'I'm praying for guidance.' His wife says 'Just pray for stiffness, I'll guide the fucker.'"

As the audience laughed appreciatively, the boy comic yelled out over the laughter.

"What did the left nut say to the right nut? Don't talk to the guy in the middle; he's a real dick!" as he grabs himself and presents it to the crowd.

"Thank you, it's been fun," he yells out as he retreats out of the spotlight.

A fog machine I had not previously noticed, pumped out a ground fog that covered the great room floor while The Computer queued up music. Another boy in the costume of the evening walked into the spot. I recognized him as the dark-haired boy captive of the police stripper at the Larsen's party. He spoke in a deep theatrical voice, projecting so that he could be heard clearly throughout the room.

I woke up this morning thinking erotic thoughts
I want you to penetrate my mind

The rest of the boys had crawled into the fog while our attention was diverted to the boy reciting the poem. As he began to speak, shapes emerged from the fog. One boy showed just the shape of his back, arms flexed. Another appeared on the other side of the room just raising his buttocks enough to be seen above the fog.

Slowly, deeply, rhythmically
To enter my deepest thoughts
To explore the contours of my soul

An older boy, the dark-haired stripper who had played the policemen at the party, rose slowly from the fog in profile showing a predominate phallus. In front of him, another boy rose over the fog, bent over so that you never saw his head or upper body. In profile, the phallus appeared to penetrate the ass of the faceless figure in front of him.

Diving into ecstatic reaction
Wildly emotional, both of us
We consume each other

The dark-haired boy began to fuck, making exaggerated thrusts in profile. Another couple on the other side of the speaker emerge from the fog. They begin kissing passionately, again in profile, so their lips and tongues can be seen as they explore each other's mouths.

Tenderly retreating, only to renew our spiritual communion
Again and again, rhythmically,
Deeply, souls in connection

The lights dim until there is only the spotlight, the glow from the fireplace and the dim moonlight coming in through the wall of glass. What must be the rest of the boys, emerge from the fog in various poses emphasizing different body parts. The moonlight shows them as beautiful indistinct statues, shadowy dreamlike figures.

Of stars and far-distant galaxies
Across the milky way
Beautiful, triumphant, serene

The boys begin to fade back into the fog as the speaker completes the final stanza of the poem and the lights come back up. The last to disappear is the two boys kissing and the two fucking.

Suddenly, an explosion of silver and gold
A star-burst of eroticism
We are fulfilled
By Eila Mahima Jaipual

The audience is profoundly silent for a full minute, before breaking out in applause. The kids, mimicking their parents, were yelling out bravo. The Computer audio mix moved on into a top 10 country hit as the boys rose from the floor with Stetsons held in front of their privates. Now a good Stetson can be hundreds of dollars, but these appeared to be cheap knockoffs. The boys did a line dance, using the hats to hide, and therefore emphasize certain areas of their bodies. It was a clever adaption of the burlesque fan dance. The music was upbeat, and the audience clapped along, as the boys stomped and strutted in unison. The fog was dissipating now, and the boy's bare feet were visible. My favorite part was seeing their bare butts as they twisted and turned to the music. From the youngest to the oldest, their bodies were like a time capsule of what boys look like from adolescence to adulthood.

The country music climaxed and a drum solo mixed to a boy band number. The younger boys peeled off and six of the older boys performed a choreographed modern dance to something from BTS, a South Korean boy band. The music was not necessarily my thing, but who could turn away from nude boys in glitter, using their bodies to express their youthful eroticism. No matter your sexual preferences, these boys were pure hot sex on display.

As the number climaxed, all the boys returned and did some simple dance moves with the music on a loop. David returned to the spot in his tux.

"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, just a peek into the possibilities of these young men in front of you. They wanted me to be sure and tell you that they owe everything to Grandpa, who rescued them from the street or worse. Everything they are today is a tribute to him and his generosity. Don't let the gruff exterior fool you, he is really a pussy cat."

The boys cheered the old man, who shook his cane at them and said, "Fuck you."

"And now, we want you to meet the boys, hands on. They are going to mix and mingle and we encourage you to get to know them up close and personal. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you – the boys!"

David gestured to the group behind him and they began moving off into the audience. The music continued to play something quieter as everyone began to mix and congratulate the boys on their performance.

I was pleased with the quality and general acceptance of the show. It exceeded my expectations and I was anxious to close the deal. The dark-haired stripper and his accomplice headed my way. I feigned interest in my drink as they approached. When they stood right in front of me, I looked up at them and smiled.

"Congratulations boys, you were wonderful," I complimented them sincerely.

"Thank you, commander, we were hoping you would be pleased. David was a big help putting it together. He looks like you," the older stripper said obsequiously.

"I'll take that as a compliment. You two look a lot alike, are you brothers?"

"Would that turn you on?" the older boy asked, moving in so that his penis was at eyelevel.

"Maybe," I smiled at him. It was all a game, but I was willing to play.

He smiled back and turned to the younger boy and leaned down to kiss him directly in front of me. He made a show of it, and my body gave it a standing ovation.

"Oh, you are good," I acknowledged, nodding at them.

"Would you like to find out how good?" he invited.

"Yes," I said, and then added, "but, I have business to take care of. Maybe another time."

"Count on it," the sexy boy assured me as they moved off.

"Can I have your attention please?" I asked loudly, banging my glass. "I would like to call an emergency meeting of the trustees to take care of some old business. I think you all know what that is. We can settle this quickly right here. I will call the role and you can just tell me your vote."
"Brooks – yes"
"Larsen – affirmative"
"Abrams – yes"
"Smith"

Everyone who was aware of the consequences of the vote, held their breath. Elizabeth and Josh looked at each other. The two have come so far in the short time they have been with us, but could they stretch their tolerance to a dozen or so street hustlers and child porn actors? I knew it was asking a lot from the former Mormons. Help seemed to come from an unexpected source. Both parents looked at their daughter Hanna. She had a look of determination on her face and slowly nodded to her parents. Someday I needed ask what that meant. But for now, Elizabeth turned to me and said "Yes". The trustees cheered while the kids looked on, wondering what the fuss was all about.

"Motion passed, thank you trustees," I said with relief. "Boys, our guests, you can go get cleaned up and dressed. I would like to show you your new home, if you so choose to accept it!"

Everyone, except Grandpa's boys who didn't have a clue what was going on, clapped and offered congratulations. Someone proposed a toast. The celebration began in earnest.

Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Monastery

Robert brought all of the boys and Grandpa over to the monastery in the motorcoach, even though it was only a short walk away. When I looked at the place from their point of view, it was a mite intimidating. Sitting up on a little noll on the edge of the ridge, the big three-story building was stark against the skyline. It would make a great slasher movie set.

Grandpa complained about the steps. Like some plantation houses, the main floor was up a flight of stairs. When we finally got him settled in a comfortable chair in the great room, it was time to get down to business.

"Grandpa, haven't you told the boys about my offer?" I questioned, since the boys didn't seem to have a clue about what was going on.

"No. I didn't want to get their hopes up, just to be disappointed," the old man said defensively. "The boys get enough disappointment without me adding to it."

"I understand," I said gently, "then perhaps we should have a discussion now." He nodded.

"Boys, there are beverages in the kitchen if you want to help yourselves. Then, if I could get you to come in here and settle down. We need to discuss a few things."

The boys milled around for a few minutes. There were arguments over what to drink. Words from older boys instructing the younger ones not to spill. A little pushing and shoving when it came to seating. Grandpa settled the matter with just a look. The dark-haired stripper somehow figured out how to come up with a black and tan (half stout and half pale ale beer) from what was available and brought me one.

"Shut the fuck up," Grandpa instructed in a conversational tone. Amazingly, every boy heard it over their buzz, the room was immediately silent. "The commander here has a proposition for y'all. It is going to be up to you if you accept it or not. So shut the fuck up and listen good."

"Thank you, Grandpa," I started hesitantly. "The trustees of this community, tonight, agreed to offer you this house to live in. And, the community will sponsor you by providing you with room & board and a free education in our private school."

There was a buzz as the boys murmured between themselves. It was the boy who performed as the comic in the show, that finally addressed me directly.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously. "Nobody gives away a house for free. What do you get out of this?"

"There is no requirement except that you stay in school until you graduate," I explained. "Otherwise, Grandpa will run the house just like he always has." More mumbling.

"We don't take handouts," the boy insisted. "We don't need a sugar daddy. That never works in our favor. Some of us have tried that before. Someone owns your ass until they get tired of you, and then you are out on the street again."

"What do you propose?" I negotiated.

"We earn our way, always have, always will," the boy stated emphatically. Boys around the room nodded or voiced their agreement. "We don't want a bunch of do gooders looking down on us, thinking they own us. We stay here, it is because we earned it."

The discussion in the room turned to what they could do to earn their keep and whether or not it was worth it. It was chaotic, but interesting. Everyone got their say regardless of age. Some of the ideas were creative as well as a lot of really dumb ones. No one criticized. I have been in business meetings that were not near as civilized or constructive.

"Okay, here's the deal," the older boy negotiated for the group. "Each family gets a boy assigned to them each month. Their boy will do chores, sex stuff or whatever they want him to do within the hours and rules we agree to in advance. Anything over that number of hours or outside the allowed activities, they pay extra for. Anything we do outside of our assigned family and school time, is our business. Deal?"

"Your business is your business, unless it endangers the community," I added. "No johns or anything illegal inside the compound." More buzz.

"Agreed," the boy said holding out his hand to shake. "Oh, and as commander we figure you get two boys each month. As the one who made this happen, we owe you. We always pay our debts."

We shook on it and I conducted the house tour. I didn't expect them to act impressed. Street kids as a rule have been there done that and got the t-shirt. Every once in a while, a boy would ooh and ahh over something and I knew we were doing okay. After the tour, I sat with Grandpa while the boys explored on their own.

"Well, you got your way," Grandpa groused. "I hope you are happy."

"I am, aren't you?"

"Mebbe, we'll see," he conceded. "Awful lot of stairs. Mebbe you didn't notice, but I use a cane cause I got a bum leg."

"The Computer can monitor and let you communicate with any room in the house. You shouldn't have to run after the boys," I suggested.

"hMmf," Grandpa snorted. "Just what I need. Learn some god damn computer system at my age."

"I am sure some of the boys will be glad to help," I smiled. I couldn't help but be amused by the old man's objections.

Several of the boys were filtering back into the room. They were excited and anxious to get their stuff from the old house.

"Don't you be forgetting you hired the lot of them for your show," Grandpa reminded me. "I expect payment. You pay up and I will let you pick your two boys for the month."

I pulled out my checkbook. "I remember. The boys did a great job. Worth every penny," I enthused while writing the check.

"Good doing business with you," Grandpa said, taking the check. "Now about those boys?" I couldn't help glancing at the dark-haired stripper and his brother. "Good choice. I can send them up to you or you can take them with you tonight."

The dark-haired boys grinned at me. "I'll take mine to go, thanks."

Epilogue

"Okay class, who can tell me why we celebrate Commander's Day?" the teacher asked.

Several hands went up in the mixed group of students, both onsite and virtual.

"Yes, Luc," the teacher said pointing.

"He was the founder of Family Camp that led to the passing of the Children's Freedom Act of 2035."

"That's right. He pioneered the idea that children are citizens, and as such they are entitled to all the same rights as anyone else including the 'pursuit of happiness'. Rights cannot be withheld purely on the basis of age alone. Ageist discrimination was ruled unconstitutional. It is unlikely, however, that the CFA would ever have been passed until the Voter Intelligence law made intelligence the basis for voting rights rather than age. Passing the Voter Intelligence law caused the voter role purge of 2026. Nearly half of voters in the country could not pass the most basic intelligence exam to responsibly elect the leaders of this country. It wasn't until children were allowed to take the exam, that the voter rolls were restored to their previous numbers. The Congressional Civil Service exam, that all representatives and senators are required to take to be eligible to be elected to federal positions in Congress just like every other federal job, almost entirely eliminated candidates from both major parties; allowing independents to dominate both congressional houses and the white house in the election of 2028. What else did Family Camp pioneer? Yes, Byron?"

"Sexual nondiscrimination?" Byron ventured cautiously. "Children are no longer classified as gay, straight or bisexual."

"Very good. Not only children, but everyone in the world was sexually classified. Children who were labeled gay, were discriminated against. Adult gays were also discriminated against, but not as significantly as children. Suicide among gay teens was very prevalent. Anyone labeled bisexual was thought to just be a confused gay person. And how did not putting everyone into sexual categories lead to nondiscrimination? Yes Josh," the teacher said pointing to him.

"Everyone has the same sexual choices, so there is no longer a reason for discrimination," Josh explained, "a person is either sexual or nonsexual. Neither choice is considered to be – bad."

"Yes. Children are considered to be nonsexual until they declare themselves to be sexual. What are some reasons that someone would declare themselves nonsexual? Just call them out."

"Too young or too old."

"Health reasons or religious – like a nun or priest."

"Personal preference."

"Very good. The important distinction is not age or gender, but that sexual interaction is consensual. The average age that boys declare themselves sexual is seven and the average age for girls is eleven. Of course, some children are younger or older. There is no set age, each person is different depending on their circumstances and personal preference."

"Brad, would you come up to the front and help me for a moment?"

Brad joined the teacher and turned to face the class. The teacher began rubbing his hand over the front of his chinos, caressing his genitals through his pants.

"Brad, does that hurt?" the teacher asked.

"Of course not," Brad answered with disdain.

"Before the Children's Freedom Act, the fact that I touched you inappropriately in front of witnesses would be enough to put me in prison anywhere from five to twenty years. In many locations, being labeled a pedophile also meant your picture and address would be listed on a sexual predator's website for everyone to see for the rest of your life. Brad, you can sit down now."

"Do I have to?" Brad smirked. The children laughed.

The teacher smiled. "Maybe you could volunteer for the sex education class later. And since we are on that topic, sex education consisted of showing children these very outdated films of sexual diseases such as gonorrhea, genital herpes or syphilis. It was publicly suggested that a legitimate form of contraception is 'holding an aspirin between your knees'. I am sure you will agree that using volunteers for anatomy, human biology and sexual education is much more enlightened. Certainly, Brad here makes me look forward to our next class." Everyone laughed again. "What else did Family Camp initiate? Yes, Mary."

"AI teaching," Mary said firmly.

"Yes, the private school at Family Camp started the AI education revolution. While everyone else was fighting over curriculum and private versus public, the school at Family Camp established a base line for non-discriminatory AI driven education performance. A computer does not care about your gender, sexual preference, age, religion or ideology. Each person advances at their own pace based on their aptitude and personal interests. The standardization of education performance enforced by AI technology means better communication throughout the country and eventually the world. Why? Because we all at least have a base line of information that we all share. You have a question, Kenzo?"

"Is it true that you were personally fucked by the Commander?"

"Yes, I think all of the children of the founding families had the opportunity to be fucked by the Commander eventually. You realize, back then, even saying the word fuck in public was considered crass and impolite. Fucking your own children was declared incest and was strictly illegal. All reported cases of incest meant your parents were incarcerated and their children taken away from them. Now the emphasis is on whether or not sex is consensual, not who it is with. Yes Kylie?"

"Do you still go back to Family Camp and do you fuck your own kids? Would you fuck any of the kids here at school?"

"Yes, my son, Little John, still lives in the original family homestead at Family Camp. He is the third generation of Jonathans to live there. I love fucking him and being with my grandchildren whenever I can. As for here at school, if Brad is free later, I might be tempted." More laughter. "Are there any other questions? Alec, you have a question?"

"Is it true that Josh was the first father to marry his own daughter?"

"No, that is a common myth. None of the founding families married their own offspring. At that time, it was believed that incest caused birth defects. The taboo against sex or marriage with any relative was not lifted until genetics was able to detect and correct all genetic defects in babies. One last question. Anyone?"

"What did JD stand for and was his cock as big as they say it was?"

"Jeremiah David. And yes, I can say from personal experience, it was big." More titters and chuckles.

"Let me summarize in closing. The commander was charged with pedophilia three times. Liam, his son, became a renowned attorney specializing in family law and children's rights and defended his father successfully twice. It is a fact that the Commander had sex with underage children, but because no one would testify against him and no one was able to collect real physical evidence, they were not able to convict him. In the third trial, however, a judge with known religious prejudices convicted him on hearsay and circumstantial evidence. The treatment of convicted pedophiles in prison was extremely harsh. The commander died in prison, never to see his beautiful Frasier's Ridge again."

"We owe much of our progress today to the founding families of family camp. Their ingenuity and courage will be an example for us and our children for years to come. Each time you enjoy an intimate moment with your parents or eventually your own children, remember the sacrifices they made."

This has been their story…

The End