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Chapter 1

It was the middle of December and winter had come early in Northern New Jersey. A nasty nor'easter was headed their way with predictions of being a 2 day storm and up to 36 inches of snow; whiteout conditions with winds in excess of 50 mph and windchills down to below zero. A half-day of school was declared with an emergency dismissal at 1:30 in little Hopewell, NJ.

Jon was 75 and retired; the extra money earned from the school bus job was just enough extra income when added to his Social Security and retirement savings. He liked the job, especially dealing with kids. He had both grammar school and middle school runs. Jon was notified and expected that day to take as many runs as necessary to get all the children home safe. Due to the emergency, a lot of the other drivers did not show up, being busy with their full-time jobs.

The middle-schoolers were told to wait while the little ones were ferried to their homes and waiting parents, grandparents or other caregivers. In today's world, with so many homes needing both parents to work, you had no idea who would be there for them when the kids bounced off the bus. Jon had been directed that as long as someone was there for the child, it was ok to leave them.

About 2:30, with the grammar-schoolers all shuffled off to their homes, Jon started his run with the middle-schoolers. The snow had started to fall now and the roads were getting slippery. So it was slow going for the old man, but he was ever steady at the wheel. Finally, the last of his charges were dropped in front of their homes and Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

As he was taking the bus to the garage, his cell phone went off with a text from the middle school principal. There was one last boy who had missed the bus still left at school. Could he get this last one to his home? Jon got to a safe stopping spot and texted, 'sure, don't want to have any kid not safe in their bed tonight.' The principal thanked him immensely as he relayed he needed to see to his elderly mom who was alone in her house.

Jon pulled up to the school and a 7th-grade boy of 12 years came running and slipping out the door. He was a little less than average height, about 5 feet [150cm] and give or take 110 lean pounds [50kgs] of all boy muscle. He had an almost angelic face, topped with sandy blond hair and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. Once on board the boy flashed that smile and apologized like crazy.

"I'm so sorry to have you make an extra trip; I just went to my locker to get a book and when I got back, the bus was gone. I didn't know what to do. So I kind of did nothing until the principal on his walkthrough found me. Boy, did he give it to me! I guess I deserved it. I should have owned up right away and Mr. Byers could have called you back then. Thank you so much for coming back."

"It's ok now, son, kind of why they put erasers on pencils; we all make mistakes. What is your name?"

"Adam sir, Adam Resnik."

"Well, Adam Resnik, how about punching your address into the GPS here so I can get you home."

"Yes sir, anyway I can help."

Adam put in his address and the bus was on its way. Jon pulled the bus up to a very impressive McMansion in the most exclusive part of town. There were not any lights on in the house and no cars in the driveway and no one waiting for young Adam.

"Adam, go on in and let me know who's there for you. I'm not going to leave you alone without an adult."

"My mom is always late; I'll be ok. Thanks"

"No, young man, I leave you with an adult or I don't leave you."

"Yes sir."

Adam went into the house and back out in two minutes. "There is no one here."

"Ok, here's what we are gonna do. I can call the police and have you stay with them until your mom gets you, or you can come to my house. Either way, I'm gonna call them and inform them where you are."

"I guess I would rather be with you than in a police station."

"Ok, get me a piece of paper so we can leave a note for your mom. I'm gonna leave her my phone number."

The note read. 'I am Jon Ryan, your son's school bus driver. Given the weather conditions, I cannot leave him in an empty house without any adult supervision. I'm at 73 Sunset Dr. here in Hopewell. Contact me at 555 555 1766.'

He called the Hopewell police and informed them of the situation and the boy's desire to go to his house and not wait for his mom in the police station. He gave his contact info and received their permission for the boy to stay with him.

"Adam, go put this note where your mom will easily find it. While you are inside, get your warmest boots and weather gear."

"I have ski clothes and boots; how about that."

"Exactly, that's what we need."

Adam scooted back into the house. Jon's phone went off again; it was his dispatch wondering what his situation was. Jon explained about Adam and that he was just about to leave to head back to the garage.

Adam was back with ski boots, a ski mask, mittens, an arctic parka, snow pants and a ski hat.

"You'll be plenty warm with that gear, Adam."

"I like skiing, so my mom got me all this stuff, but no one will take me."

"That's a shame. Now we have to get this bus back, get my van and get home and hanker down."

***

The snow was now at the 5-inch mark and the wind was howling at 40 to 50 mph. It was just about whiteout conditions for Jon. Somehow, he guided the bus through the weather to the garage. The normal 10-minute drive took 40 minutes. Harry, the dispatcher, was there to open the gate. He smiled at Jon and his passenger.

"Good job, old-timer; not many could bring one of these beasts home in these conditions.

"You are a lucky boy; Jon is one of our very best drivers. Sorry to say most of the guys would leave you on your own. Wel,l let's not make small talk; I wanna get home to my family, too."

"You got that right, Harry. Lock up and get on home; this is gonna be a monster of a storm."

Another 40-minute slow slog to Jon's house and they pulled up to his now snow-covered driveway. The drive was a 30 feet long, double car width and a medium steep incline to the house.

"Put your snow gear on, Adam, we gotta get the van's tires down on the blacktop or it's not going to get back up the hill."

Adam hustled into his ski clothes. He was happy to be able to help in any way he could. It was his fault Jon was so late in getting home, but he was glad he wasn't left all alone at his house. Jon went into the backyard shed and came back with his snow blower. He also had a shovel for Adam.

"I'll clear with the blower, but it won't get down to the blacktop. Can you scrape the residue that the blower leaves?"

"Yes sir."

Twenty minutes later, the drive was cleared, for the time being, as the snow just kept coming. Jon brought the van in and finally, they were able to go inside to the warmth of his little house. It was just a plain, little 3 bedroom colonial on a slab. Three bedrooms and the bath upstairs, living room and dining with kitchen, and a downstairs powder room and laundry.

Jon came in and turned up the heat to 75 as he had it turned down while he was out.

"Say, Mr. Ryan, do I have to call you Mr. Ryan all the time. You are like a friend and you don't call friends Mister."

"I see what you mean, Adam, I don't call you Mr. Resnik. Well, how about Jon or my grandkids call me Pops."

Adam shook his head, "No, kids shouldn't call adults by their first name; it doesn't show respect. Would you mind if I call you Pops, like your grandkids? My grandpa just died back in September. I kind of miss him a lot."

"Oh, Adam. I'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa. I bet he was a good friend to you."

"Oh, he was more than a friend; he was my daddy's daddy. My daddy died over in Afghanistan. Now, I got a step dad, but he doesn't have much time for me. My grandpa always made time to talk to me and take me places."

Thinking about his grandpa, and being alone so much, made Adam sad and tears welled up in his eyes. He sniffed and then rubbed the tears away. Jon did the only thing he knew and went and hugged Adam to his chest as they sat on the couch.

"Yes, of course, your grandpa was way more than like a friend, that is for sure. I'm sure he loved you like his own son. Stupid me, I didn't mean he was just a friend, but friends can be very special too."

Adam broke the hug, looked up at Jon with those adorable loving brown eyes and thought to himself, 'Mr. Ryan is kinda like my grandpa.'

"So, can I call you Pops?"

"It would be a pleasure. I would like that; just not on the bus, ok," Pops said.

Adam smiled and said, "Thanks Pops." Kind of testing the sound of it; he liked it.

The heat had come up now and both were comfy on the couch. Pops still had his arm around Adam as he put his head on Pops's chest.

"It kind of makes me sad thinking about grandpa. I want him to still be here with me so much."

Jon tousled the boy's hair and squeezed him a little tighter. "I think it helps when you get sad like that to think of a happy time that you had with your grandpa. Although he is gone, those memories will always be with you if you let them. You know, remembering him like that will make you be more like him yourself. Would you like that?"

Adam looked up at Pops again and this time he was sure, "I think you are a lot like him. I remember we went to the beach and then the amusement park, just him and me. It was one of the best days ever and we drove the bumpy cars into each other and laughed and laughed. It was so much fun. I think he liked having fun with me and I sure liked having fun with him."

"That's the spirit Adam. Always keep that memory close to your heart and your grandpa will always be there."

"Yeah, I'm gonna do that. Say, I got a credit card. Can I buy us a pizza? I'm kind of hungry."

"Me too, Adam, but I don't think anyone is gonna come out in this storm. Suppose I make us something."

"Hmm, yeah, I didn't think about the storm. What are you going to make?"

"Well, I brought some tilapia fish yesterday and I was going to have it tonight. I like it with mushrooms, peppers, onions and baked potatoes. Sometimes I cut up an apple and bake it with the fish with cinnamon sugar on it. Wanna try it?"

"Ha, I don't think I ever had that. Are you sure it's good?"

"I like it, try it and if not, I think I have some hot dogs I can do up fast."

"Hey, I'm in your house, eating your food; I should never have asked that. My grandpa would be mad at me. I would like to try it. Pops, can I help make it?"

"Sure, we'll eat faster that way. Hey, you were just being a kid. Let's go."

Pops wiggled his old bones off the couch, but when Adam went to get up, he gave a little yelp and winced in pain.

"What's wrong, Adam?"

"Ah, I got nailed playing dodgeball in gym; then this big heavy kid fell on me on the same spot. "

"Can I take a look?"

"Well, I ain't got nobody else, Pops."

Pops lifted Adam's shirt ever so gingerly. He also had to pull down Adam's pants and underwear to see to his hip. There was black and blue bruising from his hip to his rib cage.

"Pretty nasty bruise, young fella. Did you go to the nurse?"

"Nah, the guys would all think I am a baby."

"Well, that is kind of dumb. You trying to wear out your eraser?"

"Well, after supper, I'll get you in a nice hot Epsom salts bath. For right now, I'll give you some turmeric to ease the inflammation. Inflammation is what makes the pain. I'm gonna make extra onions which are also good for inflammation. You eat them, understand?"

"Yes, Pops. How do you know all this stuff?"

"Grey hairs boy, grey hairs!"

Pops got Adam 2 – 500mg turmeric pills and then went to work on their dinner. He set Adam up at the table, showed him how to do it, and left him to chop up peppers and onions and apples. A half hour later, dinner was served. He had wine with his meal, but the only other drinks available were green tea, water or coffee. Adam had the water.

Adam asked, "Why are you having wine?"

"It kind of relaxes you and you take your time eating your meal. In moderation, it's good for your heart, too."

"So how come kids can't have any?"

"Actually, over in Europe, there are quite a few countries where they can."

"Can I try some then, please?"

"We are not in Europe, Adam."

Adam smiled his cutest smile and opened his beautiful brown eyes wide as can be, "Just a little bit. How am I gonna learn about it if I never try it? Please, Pops."

Jon just shook his head; how could anyone say no to this boy then he puts on that act. He got up and got Adam a half glass. Actually, more like 3/8's as he watered it down a bit.

"This is it; one-half glass and no more. Smile all you want, I'll put a paper bag over your head and you'll have no effect on me."

Adam smiled again, "Thank you, Pops, you are the best." He took a sip and said, "Hey, this is good, it tastes like grape juice but stronger. Your fish is very good too, much better than pizza, Pops, and the apples are just the best. I never have them like this; it tastes like apple pie."

"Eat the onions. Flattery will get you everywhere, thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"I will Pops."

After dinner, Pops relaxed a bit.

"How is the back now, Adam?"

"No pain at all, Pops, but it really didn't hurt until I got up."

"Good then, stay sitting and digest your meal and then we'll put you in the tub."

"Oh, ok Pops."

Adam was thinking back to when he was very small, five years old or so, and his daddy had given him his bath. He loved that time. For some reason it was exciting and fun to be naked in front of his daddy. He loved the way his daddy always dried him off and tickled him. Especially when he dried his little poop chute pucker, he would bend over so his daddy would have access. The wine and all the anti-inflammatory stuff Pops had given him made him feel good, and he wanted that time again.

"Well, enough of this lollygagging. Can ya stand all right, boy?"

Adam went to stand up slowly. He was a little stiff but better than before. "Yup, I'm up."

They slowly walked over to the stairs Adam went to go up, right foot followed by the left on the next step. "Oww, Oww, that hurts, Pops."

"Yeah, it happens to me all the time too. How about a piggyback ride? You up for that?"

"Oh, no, I must be too heavy for you."

Pops turned his back to Adam. "Come on boy, being old doesn't mean I'm useless, now jump on."

Adam did as he was told and Pops started up the stairs one step at a time. His left leg did the lifting, then his right on the same step. His right leg was weaker and more a problem than the left. So, one step at a time and they were there. Pops put Adam down on the toilet seat and leaned against the vanity to catch his breath.

"Thanks, Pops; you ok?"

"YYupp, jjjust gotta cccatch my bbbreath."

After a minute or so, Pops said, "I'm thinking you are gonna have a problem getting undressed. Do you want to try or have me help you?"

"Well, if we adopt each other like grandson and grandpa, I guess it would be ok for my grandpa to see me naked."

"Okey-dokey, grandson. I adopt you."

Adam smiled the biggest smile he had had all night. "You mean it now, seriously? You'll be my grandpa?"

"Well, only if you'll be my grandson."

"I wanna be your grandson, more than anything."

Adam hopped over to Pops and hugged him. Jon leaned down and kissed his head and when he did, Adam grabbed his neck and kissed his scratchy cheek with his day-old beard.

"Ok, son, don't get all mushy on me. Sit down now."

"Yes, Pops."

Pops got down on one knee and took off a sock and rubbed Adams foot and then the same treatment to the other foot. It tickled a little and Adam squirmed a bit and laughed.

"It tickles Pops, but I like it."

"Ok, enough with the feet. Can you raise your arms without pain?"

"I'll try Pops," and Adam put his hand 3/4 of the way up, just enough for Pops to lift his tee-shirt over his elbow and one arm was out. Then the same to the other arm, which left the shirt only around his neck. Another tug and the shirt was off.

"Hey, you are pretty good at this, Pops."

"Just doing it the way I did my kids when they were much younger. Now, the pants, big guy."

Adam did his fly and looked a little sheepishly at Pops, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it. Pops looked at Adam and knew instantly.

"You know, when I was 12 years old, I would get erections. You know, boners all the time, especially when I take my bath. I bet yours is a very handsome, strong dick when it is boned up. If you want, I can keep my eyes closed when I pull your pants off and you can cover up with a towel, but it would probably be safer if I kept my eyes open so I know what I am doing."

"I was thinking just before how I liked my daddy giving me baths and being naked in front of him. I was excited to do it then and I guess I'm more excited to do it now, so it's ok; we are both guys, right. Keep your eyes open, Pops."

"OK, ready to be depantsed?"

Adam laughed, "Ready, sir."

"Raise your butt."

Pops got pants and underwear, in one tug, down to Adam's ankles. For sure, the lad had a 6" [15cm] boner sticking up straight as an arrow, ready to blast off to the moon.

"You got a good-sized spear there, Adam and plenty strong I see, very nice."

"Thanks, it's bigger than most of the other guys, but I think Derrick Ferrel has me beat and he is fatter."

"If I could figure out how to sew it on me, I'd like to cut it off and get rid of my old junk."

Adam laughed again, "NO WAY, POPS! This is my pecker and I'm keeping it."

"Ah, ok, but if someday ya wanna trade, I'll find a doc to do the switch."

"You keep your old junk; I'll keep my young stuff."

The kidding and joking now had Adam not near as self-conscious about Pops seeing his penis. Pops started the water, added the Epsom salts, then holding Adam under his arms, he eased the boy into the tub.

"That is barely hot; I didn't want to burn your little butt. I'm gonna make it hotter now. We want it as hot as you can bear it. As it cools, let a little out and add more hot water. Now lie back and let it warm your back. Got it."

"Yes, Pops, and thank you."

Jon smiled, "Hey, you shoveled with it hurting you, never saying a word. So this is the least I can do. I'm gonna go clean up the dinner stuff now. You soak and if you get bored, go ahead and play with it. All boys do it, you know."

"Play with it, Pops?" Adam asked quizzically.

"Your pecker, boy, you do play with it don't you."

"Ha, yeah, I do."

"Good, I was afraid I was gonna have to teach you about it." Pops laughed and Adam joined him a little sheepishly."

"Don't be ashamed about it, Adam. It is as natural as breathing. Just don't make a public spectacle when you do it. Got it?"

"Yup, thanks again, Pops."

With that Pops was out the door doing the old man shuffle as he went down the stairs rubbing his back. He thought to himself, 'the old back is gonna get a workout this weekend.'

***

As he started the clean up, his phone rang.

"Hello."

"Is this Mr. Jon Ryan?" A woman's voice asked.

"Yes," Jon answered.

"Good, this is Rachel Resnik. I understand you have my son, Adam."

"Yes, I do. How are you doing in New York?"

"There is no way out. They are saying maybe tomorrow they'll get the trains running. How is Adam?"

"We shared supper. I am a widower, so there is plenty of room in my little house. However, he had an incident at school playing dodgeball. In his words, he got nailed and then a big heavy kid fell on him. I gave him some natural Turmeric, anti-inflammatory and he is doing an Epsom salts soak in the tub now. In this weather, it would have to be an emergency situation to get someone to look at it and I doubt it is that critical. It is black and blue, which you would expect, from his hip to his rib cage. I expect just sore muscles, not used to rough treatment. After the soak, I considered doing a little massage with some essential oils; I think it can be very beneficial to stop the pain. Do I have your permission?"

"It does sound like it is just one of those boyhood injuries. Thank you for taking such good care of my son. I think the massage will be helpful and he'll enjoy it. Being his back, I expect he would have to be naked. I have to presume the Board of Education does not hire perverts. If his boy thingy gets excited, well, you are a man, deal with it. Do you think I can talk to him now, or should I call back?"

"He is probably bored and I can get the phone to him. Hang on, I'm downstairs and the bath is upstairs."

Pops took the phone up to Adam.

"It's your mom, Adam." Pops offered a towel. "Here, dry your hands and for goodness sakes, don't drop the phone in the tub."

Adam took the phone. "Wow, mom, how are you? When are you coming home?"

"Sorry, Adam, it won't be tonight and they are talking about taking the train down to Florida instead of flying out on Monday. How are you doing with Mr. Ryan?"

"Oh, he is the best, mom, he reminds me so much of grandpa. He is so smart and considerate; he cooked me fish for supper and I really liked it. Then he helped me with this bath. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but I was a little embarrassed, so he talked about trading his old junk for mine and I was soon laughing about it.

"We adopted each other as grandpa and grandson, so it wouldn't be weird for him to help me. Can I stay with him in his house, mom?"

"I don't see an option, son, and you certainly seem to have taken a liking to him. He is not weird wanting to do perverted stuff with you, is he?"

"Oh no, mom. When he helped me take my pants off, he offered me a towel and said he would close his eyes, but it would be better if he could see what he was doing. It is kind of man stuff. No, mom, nothing perverted at all. I really like Pops. I know he would never hurt me. He was real smart in not letting me stay all alone at home."

"Now, how is your back, Adam? Is it just sore or does it hurt so bad you have a hard time walking?"

"What Pops is doing seems to be helping, but when I went to go upstairs, it was pretty bad. Pops carried me. I think I am too heavy for him cause he did one step at a time with just his left leg. Then he was breathing really hard when he put me down. I'm not letting him do that again."

"He does seem very nice, that is for sure. Ok Adam, I'll try to be home on the weekend, but I'm not sure. I'll call and let you know. Let me talk to Mr. Ryan now. I know you'll behave. I love you and will call again soon."

"Bye, mom, love you too." Adam yelled, "Hey, Pops, my mom wants to talk to you again."

"Hello, Mrs. Resnik."

"Well, Mr. Ryan, Adam certainly has taken a liking to you. I am very grateful you didn't leave him in that house all by himself. Can I ask you how old you are?"

"No one with any brains would have left him, Mrs. Resnik. I'm 75 years old; is that a concern?"

"Frankly, yes, this is a terrible storm and I don't need the one man who has shown my son so much consideration getting hurt dealing with it. Where will Adam be then? I'm going to call my landscaper and have him clear your property first, as soon as the snow stops. Usually, within 3 hours, he will be there. Now please accept this and do not risk hurting yourself dealing with it. I need you to be with Adam. Can you do this for me?"

"Thank you very much, but I have my snow blower and it is self-propelled. I can handle it, Mrs. Resnik."

"Please, Mr. Ryan, can I call you Pops, like Adam? I am going to call my landscaper as soon as I am off the phone. I need you to accept this. Please, I am begging you, Pops."

"Since you put it like that, I guess I have to. Thank you."

"No, thank you. You are a savior for my son. He has been grief-stricken since the death of his grandfather. Your friendship with him has him talking like his old self. I shall address other compensation when I get to meet you in person. Thank you, Pops, from the bottom of my heart."

"Yes, we talked about his grandpa and his dad a little. I helped him remember a good time with bumpy cars and he cheered up pretty quick. It's a shame your first husband died so young. My condolences."

"Thank you very much, Pops. He was a very good man and I see so much of him in Adam.

"Well, let me not keep you. Thank you for allowing my landscaper to clear your driveway. I'll call when I know better what is happening with my upcoming business trip and transportation issues. Good night and thanks again, Pops."

"Good night. Can I call you Rachel?"

"Oh heavens, yes, please do. I should have asked, stupid of me, Pops."

"Good night Rachel; please know I will take care of Adam just like he was one of my own." With that, they hung up.

***

Pops was secretly glad he didn't have to deal with the snow. He finished the cleanup from dinner and climbed the stairs to check on Adam. He figured he had been soaking for a good half hour. There would be little gained to have him continue.

"How are you doing lad?"

Adam was lying back in the tub, his pecker poking it's head out of the water. "Pretty good; I'm getting all wrinkly, kind of like a prune."

"Let me see your hand." Adam held it out for Pops.

Pops rubbed it some, "Hmmm, let me see one of your feet."

Adam raised his left foot out of the water. Pops rubbed the toes and down the underside.

Adam giggled, "Hey, that tickles."

"Ok, looks like you are cooked enough. Time to slice you up and fry you, check you for taste."

"Pops, you wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, I guess you are right. You're still too scrawny. Need more meat on those bones." Pops got a clean towel ready.

"Come on, time to get out." He grabbed Adam by the underarms again and eased him up and out. Pops sat on the toilet seat and took the towel and started drying Adam off.

"I can do that, Pops."

"What, you don't like me drying you?"

"Yeah, I do, but it makes me feel like a baby."

"So, be a baby with a sore back."

Pops wrapped the towel around Adam's back and rubbed it down over his back and buns. Then he hugged him as he dried his front except for his privates. Next, he dried Adam's hair and face.

"You like?"

"Yes, it feels good."

Pops dried Adam's legs from his feet to his knees. Then his thighs and inner parts of his legs and over his buns. Pops gently spun the smiling Adam around, dried another drop on his forehead and gave him the towel. Pops smiled at the squeaky clean boy.

"You dry your privates, son. That's forbidden for me and get your pucker dry in your crack. Moisture there will gather dirt and germs."

Adam did as he was told and then let the towel fall and hugged Jon. His arms didn't quite make it around Jon's belly. He whispered, "Thank you for adopting me, grandpa."

"Now, who wouldn't adopt a handsome lad like you."

Jon kissed the top of Adam's head and gave him a squeezy hug back. Pops picked up the towel and tied it around Adams' middle.

"How does your back feel?"

"Almost like new Pops. Boy, you know your stuff."

"We'll see; it may just be temporary. I think a massage would help. Do you want me to give you one?"

"Yeah, I guess I never had a massage. What's it like?"

"Well, You'll lie down and I'll put these special oils on you and rub them in, especially the sore spots, but also all over. It is very relaxing."

"Do I have to be naked? I like being naked with you."

"Well, yeah, you can be naked, or we can use a towel and work certain areas by going under the towel."

"Will you do both my back and my front?"

"What do you want?"

"Both, please, Pops."

"Sounds like you've had a massage before."

"Nope, but I read about them online."

"Can you walk ok now?"

"I think so." Adam took one step, followed by another.

"Hey, it hardly hurts, Pops!"

"Good to hear; this will help too. Lay down on your stomach."

Adam undid the towel and let himself be naked for Pops.

***

Jon took his electric massager and started at Adam's neck and worked his way down over his back, buns, legs and even the bottoms of Adam's feet. Then he did it again to get his circulation as activated as possible.

He had mixed peppermint oil with eucalyptus, frankincense and olive oil as a carrier. He now started on Adam's feet, rubbing the soles and hitting all the reflexology points. It tickled Adam, but he enjoyed it. Over and over between his toes and up his calf muscles, Jon kneed and rubbed the oil; then up the thighs over the hamstrings to his butt cheeks.

Adam moaned as Jon massaged his smooth cheeks and occasionally brushed his young hairless ball sack, now filled with his seed and aching for relief. Special attention was paid to the black and blue areas of his hip and low back. Jon rubbed the soothing oil gently into those bruised muscles.

Adam moaned again and again in response to Jon's touch. The fragrance of the oil helped him all the more to feel his youthful sexuality. Jon went to his neck and he relaxed even more.

Occasionally Jon would ask, "Do you like it."

Adam would moan through the pillow, "Mmm yes, more please, Pops."

Jon did his upper back, relaxing those muscles with the oils but always returning to the black and blue of Adam's hip and low back, ever so gently brushing over the boys' hairless buns. Adam was in a state of relaxed sensuality. Jon gently rolled him over to his back and soothingly massaged his temples and his facial muscles. Adam had a perpetual smile on his face and to Jon, for sure he looked like an angel, so pure and innocent.

Down onto his neck Jon massaged over his chest; he tweaked and pinched his angel boy nipples, which brought about a spasm from Adam. His young 6" cock [15cm] was twitching now. Chills were running up and down his spine. His body was acting on its own as Jon continued down over his abdomen to the pelvic bone. Around and around each side of his most precious boyhood, Jon's fingers traveled between his legs grabbing and pushing underneath, then over the thighs again and down his legs to his feet to his toes.

Adam was all but trashing, wanting so much to grab his cock and pump out his seed. As he went for it, Jon pushed his hand away and said, "Not yet, it may happen by itself. Wait for it to be even more intense."

More oil now and again up over his abdomen. Adam's breathing was becoming ragged and deep. Jon had him raise his legs so his pucker was exposed and he massaged under his thighs and under his ball sack. Pressing, pushing his fingers around, but not on Adam's now quivering anus, Jon's fingers pushed on, trying to apply pressure to the young prostate and he found a spot where Adam yelled, "OH, YES! YES MAKE IT COME POPS, DO IT TO ME."

Jon probed the spot again and again. One hand probing the prostrate, the other hand over on Adam's abdomen stimulating his boy cock, now leaking precum like water out of the faucet.

"Do you want to touch it now, Adam?"

"Oh yes, can I please make it happen? Please, Pops."

"Go on, Adam, finish the pleasure."

Adam touched his throbbing member and it exploded, gushing his boy seed all over. It hit his hair, his face, his eye, and down on to his chest 6, 7, 8, 9, shots of his seed and then the dribble on his stomach and abdomen.

Jon smiled, "Well, that was fun, wasn't it."

"Oh yes, the best fun I've had ever." Smiling, Adam replied with one eye closed with his sperm on it.

Jon took the towel and gently wiped the cum off Adam's face. He bent down and kissed his forehead.

"I guess this is our secret now, Adam."

When he did, Adam wrapped his arms around Jon's neck. "I love you," and kissed him all over his face.

"How does your back feel? That's why we did this. Usually, back pain only gets the back massaged."

"GREAT! But it's gonna hurt again tomorrow. If it does, can I have another massage?" Adam's eyes were big as saucers and he had a little devilish smile on his face.

"We'll see. Are you ok to wash off your excitement, nature boy?"

"Sure Pops, I am healed for today."

Jon went to his closet and got out one of his tee shirts. "Ok, when done, put this on. Since you are gonna be here at least another day, I'll wash your clothes."

Adam was all cleaned up. The sleeves came down to Adam's elbows and the bottom of the shirt was at his knees. It felt great to be free balling with no undies and he loved it.

***

Adam gingerly went down the stairs with almost no pain. Jon started the washer, then made a bowl of popcorn and the two of them settled down to watch a movie on Netflix. Jon sat on the couch and as he did, Adam came right up beside him and snuggled close to him. He put his head on Jon's chest.

"Pops, can I sleep with you tonight, please? Sometimes I get awful bad dreams. I see my daddy getting shot and dying and then my grandpa dies and I am scared. In the dream, I am all alone."

"Ok, but I want you to think about the happy times you had with both of them before you go asleep. Will you do that?"

"Yes Pops, if you say so."

By 10:30 PM, Adam had dozed off. Jon wasn't interested much in the movie so he eased Adam down onto the couch. He went and put Adam's clothes in the dryer so he would have them for the morning. He took his meds and was in the process of shutting down the house when he heard "NO, WATHCH OUT DADDY, NO DADDY, NO!"

Jon went to Adam and shook him awake and he hugged Pops. "You're ok, Adam; you're not alone."

"Thanks for waking me; the bad part didn't come yet. Maybe it won't if I hold on to you."

"Come on, let me carry you up the stairs."

"No sir, no way. I am too heavy for you! I will do it, maybe one step at a time like you did carrying me."

Jon shut off the rest of the lights and turned down the heat a bit. He had Adam go first and he followed, least the boy has a mis-step. They both peed and brushed the popcorn out of their teeth. They shared Jon's only tooth brush. Jon held the covers for Adam as he went in first, close to the wall. He stripped down to his underwear and got in on the outside, so he could get up for his middle of the night pees.

Adam whispered, "I got another woodie, Pops."

"Well, it's all on you, boy, do what ya gotta do." He reached over to the night stand and handed Adam a box of tissues. "Use this to clean up."

"I'll be ok, Pops. I don't need to do it again. Can I hold on to your arm, though?"

Pops turned to the young boy, seeming so scared. He stroked his hair and held him. He kissed his head again.

"How is this? Think happy thoughts now."

"Pops, why are you so good to me."

"Oh, I treat all my grandchildren this way. You are special because we are together. People have to treat all people with love and understanding. Now, happy thoughts and sleep."

Adam nuzzled into Jon so close it was like he was in his skin. One arm over Jon's chest, both his young legs wrapped around Jon's leg, his angelic face on Jon's shoulder. Jon loved it, the closeness of the boy, his beauty and his innocence. The major bother was at 4:30 AM when he had to pee or wet the bed and had to disentangle himself from Adam. Somehow, he did it, but on returning was greeted with another intrusion into his body.

***

Jon was awake at 8:00 the next morning. He was pleased that Adam had slept through without a bad dream. As for himself, he could think of more restful ways to sleep without a 12-year-old trying to join him with his skin. If he was tired, he also had developed a deep feeling for the angelic form asleep on his bed.

He rose and looked through his window, checking the weather. Hoping beyond hope that it had stopped, the same dreadful storm was still depositing snow in record amounts on the little town of Hopewell and throughout the Northeast. The wind was still howling and whipping the snow and blowing around anything not tied down across the landscape. For sure, it was not weather for man nor beast. He went about his morning routine and showered as Adam slept on. While in the shower, he heard a knocking at the bathroom door.

"Come on in, Adam," he yelled above the shower noise.

"I gotta pee bad, Pops."

"Go ahead, then. I don't charge for the use of the toilet."

With that he heard the steady, strong splash of Adam's piss in the toilet.

"How is your back this morning, Adam?"

After his last squirt, Adam answered, "Better Pops, a little stiff but much better."

"Ok, good to hear. After I'm done with my shower, we'll have you do another Epsom salts bath and follow it with a back ONLY massage."

"Aww, Pops, the back and front massage made me feel so good. I think I need that again."

"You can do your own frontal massage in the bath."

"Not near as good as you, Pops. You've got the touch and know just where to rub. Please, Pops, Please??"

"Oh, I can't take it when sexy 12-year-old boys beg for more touching; I'll think about it. Hand me a towel."

Adam did and waited quietly as a mouse, wanting to see Pops naked. Pops stepped out of the shower, half expecting the prying eyes. The towel ran from his face to his knees right down the center of him.

"Now, Adam, I understand about curiosity, but damn it, boy, don't you have something else to do besides watching me go through my morning cleanup.

"Haa, actually, I don't. Want me to dry your back?" Adam flashed his special smile. "Pops you know I love you, right?"

"Adam, you don't really know me. We have been together, because of this storm, for less than 24 hours. You are transferring the love you had for your grandfather to me. I do appreciate it, but we should know each other better before you say stuff like that."

Adam grabbed another towel. He jumped up on the toilet seat and started to dry Pops's hair and then his back. His voice quivered.

"I know you wouldn't leave me in my big house all alone in the storm; my grandpa would say that is character. I know you shared your home and food with me; my grandpa would say that is generous. I know you treated my back; my grandpa would say that is compassionate. I know you gave me pleasure; my grandpa would say that is caring. I know I want to be with you and love to hug you and give you kisses."

With that, Adam spun Jon around, whose back was to him and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"You said we were adopted, grandpa and grandson. They love each other, don't they." Tears now were flowing from young Adam.

"I was never as loving to my grandpa as I wanted to be and should have. I wanted to dry his back and hold him and kiss him so much but somehow it never happened. Now he is gone, but maybe I have a second chance with you. I know it's a short time, but I love you, Pops."

Jon took Adam's tear-stained face in his two hands. "Yeah, it is a short time, but sometimes that is all folks need. I love you too, grandson."

Pops pulled Adam to him and gave him a squeezy hug and a kiss on the cheek that made Adam squeal with delight.

"Enough of this mushy stuff. Want to take your bath while I finish up shaving?"

"Sure, Pops," and with that Adam gave Pops's towel a tug and it fell to the floor. A laughing Adam yelled, "GOTCHA! YOU'VE SEEN MINE; ONLY FAIR I SEE YOURS! YUK, OLD AND WRINKLY, I'LL KEEP MINE"

Pops had to laugh. He didn't see any sense in hiding his privates now.

"Ok, Ok. Give me back my shirt and get in the tub. If your backside wasn't already hurting, I'd tan it good."

"Have to catch me first."

Adam got in the tub and Jon poured in the Epsom Salts and adjusted the temperature. Jon went back to his morning routine and brushed his hair and shaved under the inquisitive eyes of Adam.

"You didn't use shaving cream or anything. How come, Pops?"

Pops smiled, "My skin is old and tough and the razor really doesn't bother me. Your face would be more sensitive and shaving cream would lubricate the razor and not give you razor burn."

"Oh, so when I start shaving, will you help me?"

"Sure, you don't want to start too early or do too much. Besides, you are so handsome and cute just the way you are. I bet the girls are all over you."

"Yeah, they do come around a lot, twirling their hair and giggling. Does that mean they like me?"

"I would say so."

"Oh, but what if I don't like them."

"The odds are that you will in time, so be sociable. You know they like sexy stuff too."

"Really"

"Yeah, really, how do you think we get so many babies if they didn't like it."

"Good point, Pops. Talking to you can be very informative."

"Thank you, Adam. Ok, if I get dressed now and start breakfast."

"Why not be nudists today, can we, Pops?"

A look of disbelief came over Jon. "Now hear this nature boy, I AM MORE COMFORTABLE IN MY CLOTHES, AND YOU WILL BE TOO."

Adam decided to push it, "Does that mean No, Pops?"

Picking up the towels, Pops said in a controlled voice, "Yes, it means No."

"Oh, Ok, Pops. Can I have my frontal massage then?"

"Still thinking on it, you sex-crazed hormone imbalanced little squirt."

"Pops, you know I love you and like to tease you sometimes, right."

"Yes, I see that."

"But not about the front massage; that was so awesome."

"What was I ever thinking last night. I see now why your mom said if his boy thingy gets excited, I have to deal with it."

It was now about 9:30 AM and Pops was getting hungry. He quickly got dressed and went down to the kitchen. He decided on ham and eggs and hash brown potatoes if Adam liked it. First he put his coffee on. Then he got Adams clothes out of the dryer and took them up to him.

"How does ham, eggs and hash browns sound for breakfast, Adam."

"Great, I am hungry. I usually only have cereal. Can I have coffee too? All the kids at school have it and I never do."

"All right, coffee and I'll massage you after breakfast. Here are your clothes; at least put on your underwear and then after the massage, get dressed, boy."

"Yes, sir, Pops. How much longer can I soak? "

"About 5 minutes. What kind of eggs, fried or scrambled?

"What do you like, Pops?

"I usually go for fried, over easy."

"Then let's have fried, I like them both. What's the over easy part."

"You turn the egg over so the yellow yoke part is done a little."

"Yeah, I like that. Can I make toast?"

"Sure."

Five minutes later, Adam was downstairs in his undies. He immediately went to his toast making job.

"Oh boy, Pops, rye bread! We gotta be related."

"Not so sure about that, but ya never know. Here's the butter."

"You like toast, Pops?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. I almost always toast my bread."

"Me too, with a lot of butter."

Pops had everything else done and they sat done to a hearty breakfast.

"Coffee is bitter until you acquire a taste for it. Try at least one teaspoon of sugar. Sorry, I don't have any cream or even milk for it. That would make it taste a little like ice cream."

"These eggs sure are good; I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Want me to put on another two for you?"

"No thanks, Pops, I'll just make myself a hash brown sandwich on rye toast.

"You are right; the coffee is bitter. Can I try another sugar."

"Sure."

So, the old man and the boy had their breakfast and talked about which sports and teams Adam liked. Adam made more toast and after four slices, five slabs of ham, a bunch of hash brown potatoes, his two fried eggs and coffee, he finally proclaimed, "I am stuffed. That was the best breakfast I ever had. Thanks, Pops."

"You are moving so much better; any pain in the back."

"Pops, I don't wanna tell you."

"Why?"

"Cause if I tell you, you'll probably say I don't need a massage, and I liked the massage more than anything in the whole world."

"Well, you get an A for honesty," Pops smiled. "Let's clean up and we'll go upstairs for your massage."

"Frontal too, Pops, please."

"I gotta put a bag over your head so I can't see your smile."

"How come all adults say I have the best smile."

"Oh, like you don't know. When you smile, do adults mostly say yes to what you want? You smile and you get all cute and lovable and adults want to make you happy. Use that smile on girls in a half dozen years and you'll be making babies like crazy."

"Ya think so, Pops. Do you think I am cute and lovable? Are we gonna do the frontal massage too, Pops?"

"YES, AND YES. NOW you rinse; I'll load the dishwasher."

"Ok, ya wanna see my black and blue again?" Adam started pulling his underwear off.

"If those come off, you are gonna be black and blue on the other cheek, Adam."

"Yes Pops, I understand."

***

Clean up done; Adam went upstairs two at a time. Pops climbed a bit slower. He smiled; it was evident that his therapy had helped and he marveled at the recuperative powers of youth. Adam was naked on the bed,, on his stomach, peering up at Pops, his cute little butt almost smiling.

Of course Adam smiled his smile, "is this the way you want me, Pops?"

Pops shook his head at the sight, the beauty of the boy. At the same time fighting back the urges that had tormented him almost his entire life.

"Yes, that is the way I want you."

He got his massager and started again to increase the boy's circulation from head to toe, paying special attention to the most discolored black and blue areas. That done, his hands shook a little and he took a deep breath as he touched Adams velvety smooth skin. Rubbing, massaging, probing, tweaking the muscles and nerves under his fingers, he had vowed to himself to make this therapeutic and not sensual.

But the more he touched Adam the more aroused he himself was getting. His struggle to keep control was made all the harder by Adams' moans of pleasure from his every stroke as he petted the boy's skin.

Adam kept saying, "More Pops, more. A little harder, Pops."

When Jon did his butt cheeks, "Oh, Pops it feels so good, more there, Pops." As he spread the boy's cheeks and stretched the little rosebud, "Oh, Pops, don't stop, right there, do it more and more, never stop, Pops. OOH GOD, IT FEELS SO AWESOME."

Pops took another deep breath, then another and another. He so wanted to make love to his young charge, but he couldn't let the monster out. He had to keep him hidden and only love the boy.

Done with the back, Pops turned Adam over to see his smiling blissful face. Like the night before, he massaged the angelic face of the lad, temples, cheek, down his neck, over his shoulders, to his boy tits. He stroked the tits ever so gently, barely caressing the young nipple. It grew hard and protruded, raising itself above the surrounding skin. Adam was moaning with pleasure, wanting Pops to make him cum.

"PEASE DO IT TO ME, POPS. PLEASE POPS! PLEASE! DO IT YOUR WAY; MAKE ME CUM, POPS!"

Jon could bear it no more; the years of repression had left him too wanting. He could not refuse to pleasure the beautiful boy begging for him to bring him to climax. He kissed Adam full on the lips, his tongue probing the lad's mouth and then sucking his tongue from him into his mouth.

Oh, so delightful was the taste of the boy. Then his hands again explored every inch, every crevice of Adam's body, his tongue now lapping at his boy tits, sending chills over Adam. Down lower, his tongue traveled over his abs, to his young, strong, and oh, so very hard cock.

He kissed it and tasted the nectar of precum leaking from its tip. Then he went lower to Adam's balls, kissing, licking, and sucking them. He positioned himself between Adam's legs and raised his feet to expose Adam's rosebud. He licked and sucked and kissed all around it. Then he extended his tongue and tried it to penetrate Adam. Adam's head was thrashing from side to side.

The pleasure at his rectum was so intense and then Pops pushed a finger in, and then another and felt around and found his prostate. He stroked it time after time. Milking the cum from it, raising Adam's need to ejaculate.

"OH, POPS, OH, POPS, IT FEELS SO GOOD!"

With his fingers in Adam's ass, he leaned over and took the twitching, glorious, young cock in his mouth and sucked and twirled his tongue around the head. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more of the warmth of it into him. He felt the head get bigger yet, the shaft even harder, more rigid. Then it exploded into his mouth as he continued to massage the young prostrate.

The cum seemed like it was never-ending. 10 15 20 shots from the boy. He could not swallow it all and had to let out the cock from his mouth lest he gags on Adam's seed. Still, as he stroked the prostrate, the strong young cock continued to twitch and ejaculate more and more seed. Finally, his face covered in semen, and Adam's chest, stomach and face also covered, it stopped. His young body was drained.

"OH, POPS, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME! THAT WAS SO AWESOME! I'm a little light-headed; I think I might pass out."

Jon kissed and licked the seed from Adam's face. Then went to his beautiful boyhood and sucked and cleaned it too, with his tongue and mouth. He picked up the towel and wiped the seed from Adam's chest and stomach. Now basically clean, he lay down next to Adam.

"Did you like it?"

"Like it? Pops, that was amazing."

Pops smiled and kissed the angelic boy again and again. Adam kissed back.

"Thank you, Pops; thank you."

They laid there for over an hour, hugging, snuggling together, half asleep as they dozed in the afterglow of Adam's sex. Adam's smile was now permanently affixed to his face. Pops loved the feel of the naked boy next to him.

He thought, 'how could something that feels so good be outlawed?'

He reveled in holding beautiful naked Adam and frequently kissed his head and Adam quickly kissed him on his mouth. Their tongues danced and darted in and out of each other's mouths. Pops was in heaven and Adam was right there with him. Adam could not stop himself from smiling.

Every so often he would arouse himself and say, "Wow, Awesome!"

Pops, for his part, was delighted that he had brought so much pleasure to Adam. He turned it over in his mind again and again. He did so enjoy bringing the pleasure to the boy, but must it be a one-time thing, a momentary lapse in an otherwise unblemished life. Oh, how he enjoyed pleasuring young Adam. He was such a lovable boy, so polite and helpful, with a zest and enthusiasm for life that only one so young could possess.

***

They were roused by Adam's phone. Pops got it and handed it to Adam.

"Hi, mom."

"Hello Adam, still snowing out there?"

"I guess mom; I haven't checked lately; I was napping a little. Not much to do."

"How is your back?"

"Oh, much better, mom. I had another soak and massage after. Pops is sure a good doctor. I really, really like him, mom. I wish that he could watch me as grandpa did."

"We'll see, maybe if he is agreeable to it. I'll ask him."

"Really, mom? That would be awesome. I hate being alone so much. I understand you and dorky Dan has to work, but I get lonely."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but please don't call Dan dorky. He loves you like his own."

"I'm not so sure about that, mom, but to keep peace, I'll not say it around him. If I slip sometimes, please forgive me."

"I'm afraid, Adam, I have some bad news.

"The company has decided to take the train down to Florida on Sunday and I won't be able to make it home until Wednesday night. Do you think you can stay with Pops until then?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I don't think he would kick me out in the cold. He is a very nice man, mom. Please be nice to him."

"I will, son, I am so grateful he didn't leave you in that house alone. I love you, Adam."

"Love you too, mom."

"Let me speak to Pops, Adam."

"Here he is mom."

"Rachel"

"Yes, Pops, I again want to say how grateful I am for you not leaving Adam all alone in that house. You are a lifesaver, sir. I don't know how to repay you for your kindness and good judgment."

"Nonsense, Rachel, Adam is a fine young man and very good company for me. I enjoy having him here."

"Pops, I'm glad to hear you say that because it's been decided that we are going to make our meeting on Monday in Florida by taking a train which expects to leave early Sunday morning. AMTRAC says the tracks will be cleared and after Baltimore there was only rain. Could I impose on you to look after Adam until I get back on Wednesday night? Of course, I shall compensate you for your time. Please say, yes, I don't really have another option."

"Of course Rachel, we'll be alright for food. I expect the stores will be able to open on Sunday."

"Adam has his credit card; please use that. I'll up his limit immediately. $500.00 to $1,000.00."

"Rachel, we'll only need a couple of days. That would be more like a month. We'll be fine. Please, don't worry. I am not destitute here."

"I know, but I feel so indebted to you, a person who I have never met. Please use the card. I keep a limit on it to stop an almost teenage boy from doing foolish things. Please use the card for whatever you need. Promise me. If all goes well on this trip, I'll have a 6 figure bonus. So financially, there is no hardship."

"Ok, Rachel, I will use the card."

"I contacted my landscaper and he will be there within an hour or two of the snow stopping. Please do not tip; he is getting a very nice bonus.

"Thank you so much, Pops. God certainly smiled on us to have you take care of Adam. He says your massages and soaks have done wonders for his back."

"It's more the recuperative powers of youth, but I'm happy he feels better."

"Again, thank you, Pops. I'll call again from Florida and Adam can call me anytime. Of course, on Wednesday I'll call prior to picking him up."

"Thank you Rachel. I'll watch over your son like he was one of my own. Good Luck in Florida."

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

"How about lunch, Adam? You hungry?"

"Sure, Pops."

"Put your clothes on then, nature boy."

***

Chapter 2

While Adam and Pops ate their lunch, the snow and wind finally seemed to subside. Checking the weather report, the storm continued down south, but except for a random squall, the metro area had mostly cleared.

Pops went to open the front door and looked out through the storm door. The wind, as always, blew across the street and down the little incline which was his property. Except for a high mound of snow, you could not see his minivan. The snow in front of the door was above the half way point of the door, between 4 and 5 feet [1.5m]. He was snowbound. The back door was above the patio and sheltered from the drift by the house itself. It was the only way out.

"Well, Adam, I better get to it. You stay here with that back of yours. We don't want to have you hurt it again just as you are doing better."

"NO, SIR! NO WAY! DON'T YOU GO OUT THERE!" Adam said emphatically and sternly, almost yelling at his benefactor. "You told my mom that you would wait for Carlos and he is coming. He is my friend and he will come. You have to wait Pops; Carlos will be here. You gotta give him a chance. He is very smart about stuff like this. He told my mom he would do us first and he wouldn't lie to my mom."

"I'm sure he wouldn't want to, but he will have a heck of a time getting out of his own driveway. Look at it out there, boy. The faster I get to it, the easier it will be."

Adam ran to the back door and stood there like a great stone statue. "Wait, Pops, please wait. You are old and you could get hurt really bad and we'd have a hard time getting you help. Carlos will be here."

An exasperated Pops looked at Adam, all 115 lbs [52kg] of him guarding the back door. With his angelic face, his wavy blond hair, he knew. in his heart. Adam was right. For sure, 20 years ago, he could handle it, but maybe not this time. It's a bitch realizing you are old.

"Oh, alright, how long should we wait."

"Gotta give him 2, maybe 3 hours. His guys are super nice and strong. They do this work all the time." Adam went to Pops, took his hand and pulled him back to the couch in the living room.

"Come on, snuggle with me on the couch. It makes me feel so good. Please."

Pops did as he was requested. Two and a half hours later, they heard a big truck in the street and they went to look. There was Carlos, driving a huge dump truck with a big V shaped plow on the front of it. It had 8 tires on the back, 4 on each side of the dual axles. Adams' phone was ringing.

"Senor Adam, it is hard to tell which house; can you do something to show me."

"Yes, Carlos, we will shut lights on and off. It's so great of you to come out for us. Thank you so much."

They did the lights. "Ah, Senor Adam, I have the house now. I shall be at your door in a few minutes."

"See Pops, see. Carlos would never not come."

Pops smiled, "I should never have doubted it."

Carlos plowed the entire street down to the intersection, then turned and came back up; this time, he changed the plow to a more normal slant. He drove up so the town plow would not have to and Pops's driveway would stay clear. His men had followed him in his pickup truck that was loaded down with two snow blowers, shovels and ice melt.

Carlos, his son Juan, and two workers went to work. The blowers were self-propelled, with one having a tall plow attachment on it. It went down the center of the drive, clearing room for the other blower. They went around the back and cleared a path to Pop's shed. Juan followed behind his dad with a shovel in hand. Carlos pointed it to the garbage cans.

"There Juan, make a space."

"Si Papa," and it was done in a matter of minutes. Jon was very impressed.

By the back door and the shed doors, Carlos pointed and Juan said, "Si Papa."

"Juan, the ice melt now, por favor."

"Si Papa."

Juan ran back to the truck and got the ice melt and spread it where Carlos indicated. All the while, his workers were clearing off Pops's car. Carlos went to the door. Pops, of course, could now open it.

"Excuse Senor Ryan, may I have the keys to your van. We need to clean around where we knocked the snow off. Also, it is better to back it in; more gears to use in case you slip."

"Yes, yes, of course, Carlos; your men are amazing. I'll make a hot drink for them; please take a short break after you are done."

Carlos smiled as he thought of the summer and the cold drinks served by Adam to his men and Adam and Juan swimming in Adam's pool.

"Gracias, the men will appreciate that. Gracias"

Another 15 minutes and all was done, driveway cleared down to the blacktop. Pops opened the door for them to come in. They were concerned about tracking snow and left their boots by the door. Carlos pointed.

Juan said, "Si Papa."

Without anything handy, he took off his scarf, dropped to his hands and knees and started to mop up the water. Adam ran to get towels and got on his hands and knees to help.

"How are you, Juan?" Adam asked.

Juan was a slight 15-year-old; the dark black hair of his ancestry accented his strong features. He only stood 5 ft 4" [1.6m] and weighed about 135 lbs [61kgs], not all that much bigger than Adam for being three years older. He was for sure a handsome lad.

"I do not like the snow, Adam." He laughed. "It was much better in the summer when we did your grass and flower beds, and you were so kind to let me swim in your pool. Your mama promised papa a big bonus to do this house first, and to do it best as can be. Papa said we will have a fine dinner when all is done."

They were done with the mopping. "Come inside and get warm, Juan. Yeah, the warm weather and swimming with you was so much fun. Look, you got your scarf all wet. Let me get you mine."

Adam was off before Juan could say anything. Pops gave each man a mug of tea and then came around with a bottle of peach brandy.

"A little something to sweeten the tea, Carlos."

Carlos smiled and said, "Gracias, Senor, Gracias! We'll need it to warm our innards tonight. It is so good of you to have young senor Adam here with you."

"Nonsense, I'm sure you would have done the same. Look at how you came out and the fantastic job you did with the snow."

"Senor, we do what we do for money and we are well paid, and we have much experience. You did what you did out of a kind and generous heart. Gracias, senor for taking care of my young amigo, senor Adam."

Juan and Adam were done with the floor. Pops got Juan his tea and picked up the bottle of brandy and looked to Carlos, who again smiled.

"I guess a small portion will be a help to him tonight. Juan, do not tell your mama of this drink; she will be a devil of me for a week."

Juan smiled and again said, "Si papa."

Adam was back with his scarf for Juan, as well as his ski hat and gloves. "Here, you will need these tonight my friend. You can return them after the storm."

"No, No, I cannot."

Adam flashed his smile and said, "Please, por favor Juan, I cannot think that you are out in the cold because you wiped the floor with your scarf. I will tell my mother and she will be very upset."

Juan looked at his papa, who nodded yes, for he could not let his son be cold either.

Adam put the hat on Juan's head. As he did, he ran his fingers through Juan's hair and looked deeply into his eyes as he remembered back to the summer and skinny dipping with the handsome older boy. He so enjoyed being flipped by him and the one time toward the end of summer when he climbed in the cradle of Juan's hands and grabbed onto his wet hair. He lost his balance a bit and his middle was against Juan's face. Jaun kissed his stomach and the tip of his hard dick before flipping him up and back into the water. In the flipping game, it was then Juan's turn to be flipped and the smaller Adam tried hard to give him a good throw up in the air, but he slipped and Juan's middle, with his bigger member, also hard now, fell on him and his face. Adam quickly licked at Juan's excitement as they fell underwater.

Adam also got to kiss Juan's hard dick. The sexual energy between them was enormous; more flipping and balance losing and slipping. Underwater, Juan hugged Adam and kissed his mouth and their tongues dueled in Adam's mouth. Carlos called and it was time for Juan to go.

As they got out of the pool, Adam was impressed by the size of Juan's 7" [18cm] uncut boner. He so wanted to grab it and fall to his knees for it. Juan laughed a bit to cover his embarrassment and pointed to Adam's 6" [15cm] cut boner, which was significant for a 12-year-old. Juan stuffed his member into his cut-off shorts and off they went. Adam was left with his grandpa but feigned needing a nap and went to jerk off. Poor Juan had no such outlet as there was more grass to be cut.

Again it was time to go. Carlos thanked Pops for the tea and the extra. Adam seeing an opportunity quickly asked, "Juan, I'm going to be here until Wednesday. When you are done, could you maybe come back and we could play a game."

"I will have to return Adam's fine hat, gloves and scarf, Papa."

"Yes, we will see; maybe we can do this."

"Gracias, papa."

Adam went and hugged Carlos, "Gracias, Carlos, you are the best."

Juan and Carlos were off to clear the snow from their other customers. They were equipped with lights to work late into the night. Most folks had them stay a bit and get warm, for the weather was definitely a danger to be in it for an extended time. The temperature was down to zero and with the wind, it was 20 below.

Pops and Adam were cozy warm in Pop's little house. Pop's cupboard was fast being depleted but Pops thought they could get through to Sunday afternoon and hoped that the roads and supermarket would be open then.

Outside, there was the sound of a crack and then the lights went out. Pops knew immediately what had happened. A dead branch gave way and took out the power line. He and Adam bundled up and went to investigate. It looked like only their street was out.

"Gosh, it is cold," Adam said.

"Come on," Pops yelled above the wind.

He went around back to his shed and pulled out his emergency generator. They cleared a space on Pops's little patio and started to run extension cords off the generator into the house. Pops poured what gas he had into the tank, choked the little engine and gave a tug. He got nothing. He went into the shed and came back with primer starter fuel. He squired a bit of that into the carburetor and gave a tug on the recoil again. This time the little generator coughed and sputtered and finally came to life with a steady hum of the engine.

"Thank God for small miracles, my boy."

Pops went back inside the house, unplugged the forced hot air heater from the house line and plugged it into the generator. Then he hooked up table lamps and even the TV. For sure it was limited power, but they had some light, and most important, heat and the refrigerator, to keep their meager food supply unspoiled. Next, he took his 5 gal gas can and his siphon pump out to his van and filled the gas can from the van. He topped off the generator. They were good for about 8 hours.

"Come on, Adam, we have to check on our neighbors."

The twilight was fading fast. Pops went to the homes that had children first. Between him and Adam, they made a path from the street that Carlos plowed to the door. Pops pushed the blower, forcing it through the drifts. Adam, knocking down the snow for the blower to clear, once at the door, they told of the power generator they had and were willing to share and to please, not stay in their own home as the temperature will drop below zero.

"We will be crowded," the old man said, "but we will be warm. Bring some food, please, as I do not have enough food to feed you. Leave your faucet running, lest your water pipes freeze and burst."

They went up and down the street and at one house Adam recognized Justin, a boy from school that he had a bit of a crush on. They rarely had spoken, but Adam thought Justin was so cool. He stood 5 ft 8 inches [1.7m] and weighed about 140 lbs. [63kgs] with his short cut blond hair and button nose; Adam thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. For a 7th grader, he was a hunk. It was only him in the house. His parents had also been caught in the city. Pops was so upset to hear that he had endured the previous night alone.

"Want me to help Adam with the shoveling, Mr. Ryan?"

Adam really liked the idea, not just because he was tired and his back was hurting a bit, but because he wanted to be close to Justin.

"I think he would like that a bunch, Justin. Bundle up now, it's colder than a witches tit out here. Leave your faucet running."

"Yes sir, thank you for coming and getting me."

Together they continued their rounds to the other homes. It was now pitch dark; clouds still kept the moon and the stars from providing any light. Pops went and got the van and used the lights to illuminate the houses and walkways. They got to old Mrs. Magee, who had to use a walker.

"Mr. Ryan, I dare not. I cannot walk that path with my walker." Justice went inside.

"You get your coat now, Mrs. Magee, bundle up real warm and I will carry you."

So Justine did. Adam helped get her on Justin's back; with Adam helping Justin up and then keeping Mrs. Magee holding tight to Justin's shoulders, they got to the street and then up to Pop's house. A couple of the fathers rushed out to give Justin a hand and settled her in the house. Adam half ran, half slid back to her house to get her walker.

Pops got the van back in the driveway. All told, he had gathered 19 people and with him and Adam, there were 21. Two of the moms took over his kitchen and found his big pot and were making an everything soup. Every kind of soup that they had was thrown in the pots sprinkled with spices like garlic, rosemary and ginger and quickly warmed.

Some had brought bread and it was toasted in the oven. They ate in two shifts, as there was not enough bowls and cups for the soup. As the men waited, Pops was joined by Justin and Adam as well as 3 of the dads. The kids, Wendy, 12 and Tyler, 11 from across the street; Gabe Jr 3, and Scott 1 1/2, from two houses up and Jeremy 8, Pops's next-door neighbor, ate with Mrs. Magee and a few of the older neighbors. Everyone thanked Pops for being such a good neighbor.

He responded with his usual, "Any one of you would have done the same."

As he looked around and his stomach grumbled, Adam was not so sure Pops was right. As he waited, he kind of marveled at how Pops had, with his quiet yet confident manner, had saved so many this night from the freezing cold. The TV told of the damage the storm had done, the blackout and where each town had established warming shelters.

Gabe Kozak called the utility company to make sure they were aware of their outage and to get an idea as to when power might be restored. He was told that there was temporary shelter in Hopewell at the high school, and the two elementary schools, one at either end of the town. The roads were in the process of being cleared, but efforts were hampered by the dead wood in trees falling and some trees toppling over that had to be cleared. Their outage affected 9 homes, others affected 50 or 100 homes. The larger outages had to be given priority. Maybe if they were lucky, by Monday or Tuesday someone might be able to look at their situation.

Gabe gave his report to the group. None were happy, but all thought they were lucky to have Pops's generator and heat. Pops said, "You are all welcome to stay as long as the outage lasts. Certainly, the shelters may or may not be able to offer better accommodations, but I think it would be best for you all to stay the night and be better able to deal with the situation in the morning."

"What will we eat tomorrow?" little Tyler asked. His dad, Jim Morgan, shushed him.

"Tyler has a good point. I think tomorrow or maybe even tonight, we can go raid our homes and get food for the morning. I think we have the fixings for pancakes at our house and we'd be happy to share."

Mrs. Magee said she had just got a dozen eggs if someone could go get them. Adam and Justin volunteered.

"I think this is great, everyone is willing to share, but I think it best we wait for daylight to gather the supplies. Too many obstacles are out there, possibly other branches falling and live wires we can't see, and there would be obstacles in the homes that you can't see. How about at first light we go on a food gathering mission," Pops suggested.

So the families of Sunrise Road hunkered down in Pops' little house. Young ones were given beds upstairs. Wendy had to share a bed with little Gabe and young Scott. She kind of took to the role of surrogate mom for the toddling boys. Scottie's mom made sure his diaper was right and proper, so there would be no leaking during the night.

Mattresses were separated and spread on the floor for the Adam, Justin, Tyler and Jeremy group. It was 10:00 PM and Adam and Justin were dead tired from all the shoveling. Adam stripped down to his underwear.

Tyler said, "You sleeping in just your undies? I never did that."

"Yeah sure, I do it all the time. How about you, Justin?"

"Yeah, sometimes I even sleep naked." Justin winked at Adam.

"Wow and double wow," came from Tyler and Jeremy. "I'm gonna sleep in my undies then too," Tyler said. Jeremy added, "Me Too."

"Gotta take my bedtime piss; how about you guys?" Justin asked.

Tyler's mind was spinning like a top. Maybe he would see Adam's & Justin's peckers.

"Can I go with you?"

"Suppose we all go," Adam said.

They gathered around Pops's toilet bowl. Being small, Jeremy squeezed into the corner with Justin alongside. Tyler had the other corner with Adam close to him. Justin took out his 6 ½" fat cut cock to piss and so did the rest of the boys, each inspecting the other. Tyler's cock was 5" cut. Jeremy felt funny with his little 3 1/2" boner. Tyler and Jeremy got hard looking at the older boys and their bigger cocks. It made it hard for them to piss. Adam turned the water on in the sink.

"I don't know why, but the running water helps me piss and sometimes I stick out my tongue and it helps too. Try it, guys."

Justin was splashing away without the tongue thing, but Tyler and Jeremy had tongues out.

"Watch what you are doing now, guys, don't piss on Justin or me and make sure you hit the bowl. I like to think of stuff with my tongue out. It gets me turned on," Adam continued.

Justin smiled at Adam, in so many words saying he liked having his tongue out on a hot cock too.

Finally, the pee flowed and they were all a little turned on by seeing each other's cocks.

***

They got in bed. Justin and Adam together on one mattress; Tyler and Jeremy on the other.

Justin leaned into Adam and whispered, "Wanna play sexy games with them."

Adam flashed his smile from ear to ear, "Yeah sure."

Adam asked, "So guys are you jerking off yet."

Jeremy asked, "What's jerking off?"

Tyler said, "I heard guys talking about it at school, but I don't know how."

"It's easy, I can show you," Adam told Tyler.

"Wanna learn too, Jeremy? It's like playing with your pecker," Justin asked.

Tyler looked at Adam, "Please show me." His young dick was hard as a rock in his undies. He was sporting a fine 5" boner."

"Sure bud, come closer." Tyler squished closer to Adam, his bare chest rubbing on Adam's arm.

Justin asked, "Jeremy, do you wanna learn too?"

Jeremy gulped hard. He was also so excited, his little pecker sticking out in his undies. He didn't know what the bigger boys were going to do, but he liked playing with his little dick. He bobbed his head up and down, nodding yes. His voice had left him.

"C'mon over here then, Jeremy," Justin said.

"First thing we all gotta do is lose our undies," Adam said as he reached down and pulled his off. Justin quickly followed suit. Jeremy stood in from of Justin.

"Do you want me to do it for you, Jeremy?"

Jeremy nodded his head again. Justin slipped his thumbs in Jeremy's briefs and slowly pulled them down, exposing his hard cocklet and smooth ass. He rubbed his hands on Jeremy's back and down over his buns.

"Mmm, you are so smooth, Jeremy; you have a nice body."

Tyler was hesitating. He wanted Adam to strip his underwear from him. Adam smiled at Tyler and asked, "Want me to undress you?"

"Yes, would you."

"Sure, it's so much better being naked."

Adam stripped off Tyler's underwear and all four were now naked. Adam took his cock and grabbed it and started stroking.

"See, just do this, guys, and for Justin and me, white stuff shoots out and it feels so awesome. They call it sperm or cum and if it goes in a girl, it can make babies."

Jeremy tried to grab his cocklet the way Adam showed him, but it was too small.

"Here, Jeremy, your dick will grow, but until it does, use two fingers and your thumb. Want me to do it for you and you do mine?"

Jeremy smiled at that; he was in awe of Justin's big hard 6-inch cock. He so wanted to touch it.

"Can I touch it, Justin?"

"Yea, I'd like you to do that if you wanna. It feels even better when someone else rubs it; just be gentle." Jeremy grabbed Justin's cock and Justin had Jeremy's little cocklet.

"Will stuff come out of me to make babies too, Justin?" Jeremy asked Justin, who had fast become his hero.

"Don't think so, bud, but you'll feel like it will. It's called a dry orgasm. Your body is still too young to make sperm."

"It feels good, Justin. I like holding your cock. I wanna see your sperm."

Tyler and Adam were stroking away. "How does it feel, Tyler?"

"Awesome, Adam, but can I hold yours like Jeremy has Justin's."

"Sure, but tell me you want to hold my DICK."

"Can I hold your dick, Adam, please."

"Ok, switch."

Justin started leaking precum and it got on Jeremy's hand. "What is this, Justin?" he asked.

"Oh, that's precum; you use it to make it slippery to put your cock in a girl. I like to lick it. It tastes good. Wanna try it? It's slippery and salty, kind of like oily chips."

"Mmm, yes. How do you do it?"

"Just lick it like an ice cream cone. I'll lick yours, too."

"I like it. Justin, I like licking your cock. It tastes so good."

"I'm glad you like it. Some guys like to suck on cocks, like I'm going do to yours. It feels so good. If you wanna and are not afraid, I would like it if you do the same to me."

Justin then almost swallowed Jeremy's little cocklet whole. He sucked on it and twirled his tongue around it. His mouth was so nice and warm and so slippery. Jeremy loved how it felt.

"Oh, Justin, that feels so nice. Oh, I really like playing naked."

Jeremy did the same to Justin and copied what he did with his tongue. The little boy really liked sucking. It was like he was back on his mama's tit, but it was better.

Adam changed his position and was in 69 mode. He stopped stroking and licked Tyler's 4-inch boner.

"Oh, Adam, that feels so good."

"I'll give you a lick for every lick you give me."

"Yeah sure." Soon they were in full 69, sucking each other.

Tyler stopped, "Shit, shit, I think I gotta pee." Adam sucked all the harder.

Justin laughed and said, "That's not pee, Tyler; that is your sperm getting ready to come out."

Justin then went back to work on Jeremy's cocklet. He reached around and caressed his smooth little ass down between the crack, parted the buns and stroked his little hole. Jeremy trembled. He did it some more and sucked his cocklet harder, using his tongue to lick the tip. Another stroke and little Jeremy went rigid and trembled some more. He let loose of Justin's cock.

"AH,, OH, OH," He bucked his hip, wanting to spew cum, but none was there, but he still did it. Then it subsided, his orgasm done. He went and kissed Justin first on the cheek, then on his mouth. He didn't know how to kiss, but he was learning fast. He fell on Justin's chest.

"Is this what love is like, Justin? Can you be my big brother? I need a big brother to teach me stuff like you just did."

Justin smiled; it would be nice to have a little brother. Instead of just being all alone all the time. "Kind of Jeremy, yeah, we can be street brothers." He kissed Jeremy's head. Jeremy thought he would never wash that spot.

Justin reached down to finish stroking his cock. Jeremy saw it and said, "Let me do it, and lick it and suck it and love it, please."

Justin was so turned on by the little guy. He liked the way he wanted to please him. "Go on then, make it sperm if you can."

Jeremy went down between Justin's legs and licked and sucked and stroked his cock. Every minute or so, Jeremy asked, "Is it gonna sperm? I gotta see it; I wanna see it. Tell me please, Justin, when." Then he went back to sucking and licking what he lacked in know-how little Jeremy made up for with enthusiasm.

Soon Justin said, "It's gonna cum; it's gonna go in your mouth." The first rope shot out and Justin went rigid and exclaimed, "OH, Yes!"

"I like it Justin, mmm, I really like it. I like having your cock's sperm in my mouth."

Justin pulled out lest Jeremy gagged on the copious amount of sperm he was ejaculating. After the last rope had fired, Jeremy was just looking at it, all slippery and gooey, on Justin's cock and his hand.

"You can lick it up if you wanna, Jeremy. Wanna make my cock all clean?"

"Oh yes, Justin, I'm gonna make your cock so clean." And little Jeremy went to work.

Adam was sucking on Tyler, then he went to his ass and stroked his rosebud.

"Oh, Oh, WOW!"

Tyler shot his first cum right into Adam's mouth. Adam held out his tongue to take the rest. It was clear but cum nevertheless. Tyler's body shook and trembled from that effort. He then kissed Adam, who had kept his cum in his mouth as their tongues dueled, and Tyler tasted his own cum. When Tyler was done, he laid down on his lover's chest. Kissing and cooing and then Tyler realized that Adam hadn't cum.

"I'm so sorry Adam; tell me how to make you cum."

"Suck and bob your head up and down."

Tyler immediately got between Adam's legs and sucked and bobbed and twirled his tongue like Adam had done to him. The more he had Adam's cock in his mouth, the more he liked it. Somehow feeling the cock in his mouth got him hard again; he wanted to make Adam cum so badly. He kept working, one hand holding the base of Adam's cock, the other tickling Adam's balls. He liked what he was doing and he wanted to more and more.

Soon Adam, too, joined his buddies and cried out, "OH Yes Tyler, you are doing it; back off or I'll cum in your mouth."

Tyler had no intention of backing off. He wanted Adam's sperm. He wanted to taste it and swallow it. Adam let loose, firing ropes of his cream into Tyler's mouth, who gamely swallowed every drop. Then, as Jeremy had done, he licked Adam's cock clean and went back to snuggling with his lover. Adam kissed him.

"You did really good for your first time; wanna do it again some time?"

"Oh yes, I really liked sucking your cock."

The boys snuggled together and quickly fell asleep in the afterglow of their orgasm, enjoying their nakedness. Tyler was on top of Adam and Jeremy on top of Justin. This was the first of their many sexual escapades. The friendship grew from this night.

***

The next morning, when the boys weren't coming down for breakfast, Pops went up to roust them. He opened the door and was greeted to the site of the 4 naked boys all entangled with one another; legs and arms draped over and under each other. Tyler and Jeremy still were pretty much sleeping on Adam and Justin. To Pops, it was a beautiful sight, probably not to a couple of moms downstairs. He quickly closed the door as the traffic to the bathroom was nonstop this morning.

As he shook Adam, he set off a chain reaction with Tyler lying on Adam and his legs intertwined with Jeremy's and Jeremy on top of Justin. They all groggily came to life. Realizing they were naked, all except Adam tried to cover up. Adam knew it didn't matter with Pops.

"Have fun last night?" Pops asked, looking more at Adam.

"Yeah Pops, it was great," Adam replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Are you mad at us?" Tyler asked, "Are you gonna tell my parents?"

"No, I'm not mad, and I won't tell anyone. I think boys should be able to have a special sexy time like you had last night. I'll explain it to you sometime if you want. I see Adam has converted you guys to be nature boys, but somehow I don't think you should go downstairs like that. The women are cooking up a great breakfast of scrambled eggs and pancakes. Better hurry, or there'll be none left."

The boys had already started putting on their clothes. In their rush, some parts were inside out and belonged to one of the other boys. Pops made them slip into the bathroom to wash their faces, brush their teeth, and brush their hair. They used their fingers on their teeth since toothbrushes were left at home. Then he had them stand for inspection before releasing them downstairs for breakfast.

"Well, here is the sleepyhead crew; lucky I saved you guys some eggs and pancakes," Said Tyler's mom.

The weather had changed to a bright sunshiny day. The temperature was still very cold, but the wind was down to an occasional breeze. The men had decided to work together to clear their driveways, starting with Gabe's house, to get out his snowblower which, like Pops' was self-propelled. After they got the snowblowers running, they split into two teams and worked the rest of the street. They didn't give any notice to Justin and Adam so Justin went to his property and started shoveling. Adam was right there with him, followed quickly by Tyler and Jeremy, who had to raise a fit to be able to get outside and help. The four boys looked at the task in front of them.

"Geez, that is a lot of snow," Tyler said.

"Yup, I figure we have two options," Adam said.

"Yeah, what are they?" Justin asked.

"Wait for spring or start shoveling," Adam replied.

They all laughed and buoyed by the joke, started in on the pile of snow.

Slowly but surely, Sunrise Rd. was beginning to show that people lived there. It took about 3 hours, but each house was done and the weary group was back at Pops's house. Pops was again siphoning off gas from his van for the generator. The van was darn close to empty.

"Not that we didn't enjoy the company and the warmth of your house, Pops, but maybe we should check out the warming shelter at Kennedy Grammar school. The street's been cleared, I think, down to the school. Could you give us a ride?" Gabe asked.

"Yeah, sure, I was thinking I gotta go find some fuel somewhere. Maybe they'll be able to tell me who is open."

Gabe, Jim, and their wives jumped into the van and Pops drove the several blocks to Kennedy School. Signs were out for the warming shelter which was located in the gym, auditorium and cafeteria. There was a serving area where hot soup and sandwiches were being dispensed.

A children's TV area, with a large screen TV showing cartoons, was set up and also one for the adults showing the local news channel. They also had a ping pong table set up. Of course, the bathroom facilities were way larger than Pops and they also had shower rooms capable of handling several folks at one time. The cots were folded up but were there for the evening. There also was a uniformed officer just in case of any kind of disturbance. There was some talk about one old-timer who died during the night from either the cold or suffocation by trying to use his gas stove for heat.

Pops suggested they take their lunch there and went about ferrying the rest of the Sunrise Rd. folks to the shelter. Over their hot soup and sandwiches, it was decided that all would use the shelter. Jim and Alice Morgan, along with Wendy and Tyler said they would look after Mrs. Magee. Pops told them he was only a phone call away and if any one needed help, to please call on him. Justin asked if he could stay with Adam at Pops's house. Pops, of course, agreed.

Pops was told the gas station on the corner of Main was open for business and the farmer's market superstore had opened at noon. After lunch, Pops went about his chores with his two charges. To a man, everyone who had gathered in his little house the previous night went up to him and thanked him for keeping them safe. The men shook hands; the women gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as did the children. Tyler and Jeremy gave him a special squeezing hug with their thank you. Mrs. Magee said it best.

"For sure, some of us would have perished in that cold with no heat, not just an old lady like me, but wee ones too. You saved us Jon Ryan, with that noisy contraption and your hospitality, and we'll always be in your debt." The rest all echoed her sentiment.

Pops went to his standard, "Aw, it wasn't anything that anyone of you wouldn't have done. I gotta go get some gas for that contraption and maybe some food for tonight."

Adam watched the exchange with great interest. Pops was so humble and yet courageous in the way he had gathered them all. He thought to himself that was the way to be.

Jim and Gabe and their wives Alice and Nancy asked for a ride back to Sunrise Rd. They wanted to dig out their cars. Their wives needed to straighten up Pop's house. There were blankets and dishes and stuff all about from having 20 people camp out overnight.

Pops did his shopping and got his gas. He and Justin and Adam got home in the mid-afternoon. They were all pretty exhausted from the events of the last two days, especially Pops. Justin topped off the generator and Adam helped put away the food. Pops was so happy that the house had been picked up.

The three of them relaxed in the living room, Pops in his recliner and the boys on the couch. Pops put on the TV; they all dozed as it droned on with the same storm stories from the morning broadcast. Justin was in the corner of the couch and Adam in the middle. Adam leaned into him and Justin put his arm around Adam's shoulders. Adam flashed his smile; Justin put his head on Adam and dozed. Three hours later, Pops's bladder woke him. He took his pee and knew it was time to make supper. He shook Adam and Justin.

"Hey, you guys wanna take a shower while I make dinner. Maybe give me your clothes too; I'll put them in the washer. Your underwear and socks gotta be getting pretty raunchy."

A smiling Adam asked, "So, we can be naked while our clothes are washing?"

"We can pretend we are a nudist house, Pops; what do you say?" Justin added, also sporting his devilish smile.

"I suspect you'll be chilly, but I can bear it if you can." Pops laughed at his own pun. The boys kind of gawked.

"Just in case, I'll get you both a T-shirt and a flannel shirt of mine; it'll be like wearing a bottomless pair of shorts."

"Ok Pops, if my privates aren't so private, I'll be happy," Adam said.

"Is that what they call free-balling?" Justin asked.

"Just get your butts in the shower," Pops replied.

"Justin's back is hurting from the shoveling and so is mine. Can you give us a massage? Please, Pops."

" We'll see after dinner; now get your stinky bods in the water."

"Can we share the shower, Pops?" Justin asked, smiling.

"If you can both fit, I guess so. You are skinny enough."

The boys started stripping there in front of Pops. They did stink a bit and their socks rivaled a skunk's odor.

"Geez, you guys are turning my living room into a locker room."

"The washer is downstairs, Pops," Adam said.

He checked his pits and went whew. "That is a bit rank. I never thought I could smell so bad; wanna a whiff, Pops?"

"Smell mine first, Pops," Justin said.

"NO! I'm not smelling your pits, Justin, nor yours, Adam, no matter how much you two flash your cute smiles." Pop's swatted both their asses. "In the shower, NOW!"

"Oh, Pops, that feels so good," Adam said, teasing.

The naked boys went upstairs. Pops admired their lean bodies and adjusted his bone. Then Pops took their clothes and put them in the washer.

"Pops gives the best massages, Justin."

"Really. I saw him adjust his dick as he watched us go upstairs."

"Yeah, he likes boys a lot. He got me off the other night. I never shot so hard since I have been cuming."

"Really?"

"Really! Wanna do stuff in the shower?" Adam asked.

"Look at my dick; what do you think?"

"That's why I'm asking, I already looked and it said yes, but I had to check with the owner. I like your dick; I really like it. I wanna know how it tastes."

They adjusted the water and got in the shower. Pops had a personal shower as well as a rain shower head. They had them both on. Justin was under the showerhead and he used the personal to spray Adam.

Adam took the soap and whispered in Justin's ear, "Can I wash your back, Justin?"

Justin hesitated a bit then leaned into Adam and kissed him and held him tight to him. Their cocks were up against each other and they took turns grinding their hips while they kissed. Their breathing became ragged and lusty. Justin broke the kiss.

"Sure, go slow, and then I'll do yours."

"Wow, that will be hard, but I'll do it slowly for you."

Adam took the soap and started at Justin's neck, soaping and massaging all around those sore muscles, up and down his back to his buns. He rinsed the soap off and kissed down his back to his buns. He kissed them too, and took the soap and washed between his crack and over his rosebud. Again he rinsed, then he spread Justin's cheeks and licked his hole. Justin's cock was throbbing and he trembled from Adam rimming his hole. Adam sensed Justin's impending orgasm and washed Justin's legs and feet, kissing his feet and sucking on his toes. Again, Justin trembled from the touching.

"Can I do your front?"

"Oh, Adam, you have me so turned on." Adam gently turned Justin so they were face to face.

"I have been crushing on you since school started. This is a dream come true for me. Please let me." Adam then kissed Justin again and held him tight and ground his dick into Justin's. He broke the kiss and asked again with his best sensual smile. "Please."

"You are gonna make me cum. You know that, don't you."

Adam smiled again, "Yup, that is the objective, buddy. If we were older, I'd tell you that I love you. I'll take that as a yes."

Adam kissed him again, just a little peck. He gently washed Justin all over his neck, his pits, his arms, over his chest and his boy tits. He rinsed and licked the tits and gently sucked them. Justin cooed and moaned from Adam's every touch.

Adam washed down Justin's abdomen and his pubes; ever so gently washed his balls and dick and rinsed the soap away. He kissed each nugget and sucked one and then the other with his mouth. Justin's eyes were closed, leaning against the shower wall, his dick was throbbing. Adam knelt down and, taking a finger he, reached under him and penetrated his ass. He found his prostate and started stroking and massaging it. Precum was now flowing from Justin's dick like pee. He was on the brink. Keeping his finger on Justin's prostrate, Adam put his mouth to Justin's throbbing hard cock and he kissed it.

"Are you gonna cum for me, buddy?" He kissed it again and again. "I love your dick, Justin. Cum for me, buddy."

Adams' finger kept on stoking the G spot. He licked the precum. "Mmm, so good. You taste so good."

Justin felt it rising in him. Adam wasn't stroking or sucking; he was just talking to his dick. "Cum on, big boy, give me your cum. Splash it on my face and mark me as yours. Cum on, big boy, cum for me. Give me your sperm."

Justin's breathing was so ragged; taking deep breaths, moaning, "Oh, YES, YES. OH GOD YES OH SHIT ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!"

Then rope after rope shot out of his dick. Adam smiled ear to ear. "YES, YOU CUM BIG BOY. I LOVE YOU."

His mouth went over the cock spewing its seed, lapping it up and sucking even more cum from his lover. Pulsating volleys shot out of the strong, hard cock. Justin was sliding down the shower wall; the ejaculation was so powerful that he had to sit down. Adam caught him and loved holding him close, knowing he had made him cum. It filled him with so much pleasure.

His own cock was so rock-hard. Holding Justin the way he was, it slipped between Justin's thighs. He couldn't help but thrust in and out, humping for release. Justin felt Adam's rigid pole between his legs and wanted to give Adam some of the pleasure he had given him. He squeezed his legs tight together, holding on to his lover. He whispered, "Cum for me, Adam. I love your cock. Cum for me!"

It didn't take a second; Adam shot volley after volley onto Justin. They kissed again, it was amazing; they lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, holding each other, loving each other. Pops came in the bathroom with the shirts he had promised.

"Here are the shirts, guys."

He got no response. He saw no movement through the shower curtain. He opened the curtain to see the boys in a tangle of arms and legs with blissful smiles spread across each face. They had heard him, but neither wanted to ruin the moment of peace and love that they felt.

They smiled up at Pops. Pops smiled back, took the hand shower and rinsed the cum off of Justin's legs and then told Adam to close his eyes. He rinsed the cum off of his face.

"Have a good shower, boys?"

"Oh, yes! Pops, your shower is the best," they both responded

Pops laughed the biggest laugh. "Wanna get up; do you need a hand?"

"Please, Pops," they said in unison.

Pops shut off the water. Laughing, they took his hand and he pulled them up out of the tub. Once up, he hugged them.

"Ew Pops, no dis-respect, but you need a shower too," Justin said.

Pops looked at Adam. "Yup, Pops, it's true." He reached for the buttons on Pops' shirt.

"Let us help you, Pops."

"What, No! It is most inappropriate."

"Don't worry, Pops, only the three of us will ever know," Justin said.

Adam looked at Pops. He looked right into his very soul. Pops's head bent low. Adam took his head and kissed him as he undid the buttons on his shirt. Justin pulled the shirt off. Pops did nothing; he was being stripped naked by two naked 12-year-old boys. He really loved it as Adam undid his belt and the button on his jeans. Then the zipper came down and Justin, from the back, pulled his pants down. With Pops standing now in his underwear, Adam asked, "Can I wash you, Pops?"

"Can I help?" Justin asked, "How about a bath, Pops. I don't think the three of us will fit in the shower."

Adam pulled his undershirt up. Justin started the water, then helped Adam with the shirt. He then pulled Pops's boxers down. "Pick up your foot Pops."

Pops steadied himself on Justin's shoulders and did what he was directed to do. The slippers and socks came off with Pops stepping out of his pants and boxers. Then the other leg and Pops was naked, just like the boys. They hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, one on one side, one on the other. Pops was for sure in heaven. He stepped in the tub, now filling with warm water. He was hesitant about how to bend to sit. Justin came to the rescue getting in behind Pops and holding him under his arms.

"Just relax, Pops, and I'll lower you down."

Pops was leery but decided to trust the strong young boy. Slowly, so gently, Justin lowered Pops into the bath. He stepped out and then started to wash his back.

Adam said, "I guess I get the front."

He soaped up a washcloth and did Pops's chest and neck. Together they washed Pops's arm and pits. Adam had Pops lay back in the tub and then washed his pubic area and then down to his old dick that was being rejuvenated from the touching of the handsome boys. If Pops were to die at that moment, he would be a very, very happy man. His cock got hard and the boys exclaimed.

"YOU GOT A HARD-ON, POPS!"

"You wash his balls, Adam and I'll give him a hand job. Would you like that, Pops?"

"Oh yes, You boys have made me a very happy man."

Adam continued his washing; down his thighs with the silky soapy cloth, Justin stroked his little 4" cock. It had shrunk due to all his years. Nevertheless, Justin felt it an honor to be giving him pleasure.

He delighted in hearing Pops moan when he lightly played with his nipple. Adam had Pops lift his legs and expose his hole. He washed there as well and the silky cloth brought forth more moans from Pops. The moan was more like cooing the way a baby delights in a parent's touch. A soft Oh, and Mmm emanated from Pop as he lay there with his eyes closed, a blissful smile on his wrinkled face.

The water had turned a bit cold and murky from the soap. Adam let some out and put in more hot. In so doing, Pop's cock was now above the waterline. Justin leaned over and licked the old cut ock, kissed it and took it into his mouth, sucking hard on it.

"OH,H! OH,H!" Pops moaned. He raised his legs, exposing his hole and Adam stroked his rosebud. The old guy struggled to expose his hole more and held his legs up with his hands. Adam inserted a finger.

"AH, OH, so good," Pop's moaned.

Adam wiggled another finger into him and searched for his prostate. Justin has his cock rock hard. It was twitching, but nothing was coming out. He sucked harder and twirled his tongue around the head. Adam rammed his fingers further up his hole and he hit the prostate.

Pops jumped, "OH, MY GOD, you found it again!"

Adam pulled back a little and again rammed his fingers in his hole; again and again he repeated the fucking with his hand. Justin felt the cock head grow bigger in his mouth. Pops's body went stiff and finally, he had his orgasm.

He moaned and cooed, "Ah, Mmm," as he pumped all he had into Justin's mouth. His head went back in the tub. Justin gently stroked his head.

"Good Job Pops! Way to go!"

Adam withdrew his fingers and kissed him. The boys waited a couple of minutes, then Adam said, "Want to get out now, Pops? What's for dinner?"

"Dinner! Oh shit! Did I put it in the oven? I don't remember. It'll be ruined."

Justin ran down the stairs as Adam let the soapy water out and used the personal shower to rinse Pops off. Justin returned.

"All on the counter, Pops, nothing to worry about. Let me help you up now. Squeeze forward." Pops did as directed. Justin got in the tub behind Pops and got him wrapped up with his arms under Pops' pits. He had Pops locked in the cradle of his elbow.

"Ready, Pops."

"Go on, boy."

"1 2 3" Justin lifted and Pops used his feet too. His body slid up over Justin's. His crack grabbed Justin's now hard cock. "

Mmm feels nice back there," Pops said. "Can't keep a good boy down, can we, Justin?"

They laughed a bit at Pop's pun. Adam had his pecker poking straight out.

"No, Pops, we can't stay down," Adam said.

Pops opened his arms and the two boys with their hard peckers hugged each other and Pops.

"Let's eat and then I'll massage and take care of those boners. Thank you, boys, that was some hot bath."

"So, are we gonna stay nudist, Pops? Don't you think this is how God wanted us to be?"

"Well, you two are a hell of a lot easier to look at than my old body, but if you can bear it, so can I."

***

All were smiles as they went down to prepare their supper. The salmon was seasoned and in its pan, waiting for the oven. The potatoes were done baking and out of the microwave and needed to be cut up, along with peppers and onions for stir fry with mushrooms. The apples needed to be cut up for a baked apple dessert. They were to be baked and combined with a bit of olive oil, cinnamon, ginger and brown sugar, which Pops would serve hot with vanilla ice cream melting on top.

The boys did the chopping and dicing, which got them out of their dick drive mindset and boners receded. The salmon was in the oven, followed shortly by the apples. Pops did the stir fry and let the boys help. He was truly enjoying having them stay with him and wished it could be longer. Whenever possible, he didn't miss a chance to lay hands on them, on their back, ruffling their hair. Adam and Justin loved the attention and found reasons to bump into Pops and having skin to skin contact. It was the beauty of being naked. They did a bit of bumping into each other too. Soon their youthful peckers were rising again.

Pops said, "My gosh, you guys have become two of the most uncoordinated, clumsy 12-year-olds I have seen in all of my days."

Adam and Justin smiled and shrugged. "We must be tired, Pops," Adam suggested.

"Yeah, that's it, Pops." Justin chimed in.

"I think you guys are groping and feeling each other and even me up. It's because you are naked, isn't it?"

Both boys hung their heads a little with a little devilish smile. "Yeah, could be, Pops," Justin said.

"Ok, group hug."

Pops held out his hands. The boys jumped into him – Justin's head at his shoulder and the top of Adam's head at his nipple. The contact got Adam to hump Pop's thigh. Justin saw and did the same. Justin went to lick Pop's nipple, and Adam, up on tippy-toes, did the same. Pops kissed their heads and ran his hands down their backs and over the smooth buns then up again and down again. Pop's old Mr. One Eye woke up. Sex was in the air, with the three of them edging.

The timer for the salmon went off. "Are you guys trying to ruin my dinner?"

"No Pops, we just feel so sexy; I sure do like being naked with you and Adam," Justin said.

"Naked is so good, don't you think so, Pops," Adam joined.

"Yes, I love being naked with you guys too, but let's try to eat our dinner."

Pops, with help from the boys, got the table set and all the food out. Pops had wine with his meal. Justin said, "My mom lets me have wine sometimes, Pops. Can I have some too?"

"Yeah, so does my mom, Pops. Pleease!"

Pops shook his head a little and poured two glasses 3/4 full. "I think you guys are trying to play me. You have your wine. Now, do your mothers let you have it at home?"

"Ah, not really," Adam smirked.

"Guess I gotta fess up too. I just wanted to be a little grown-up, Pops."

"Well, you guys are growing up. You were such a big help with the snow and all, watching Tyler and Jeremy too. But I think that was fun for you. Don't rush growing up. These are the most wonderful years of your life. Don't rush them; savor them and enjoy every moment. And please don't lie to me for any reason. Try to remember I only want good things for you, all the time."

Justin got dead serious, "I'm sorry, Pops. I'll never lie to you again." His eyes had tears and his voice was shaky. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have the wine."

Adam got up and hugged Pops, "I shouldn't have gone along with Justin's lie. I'm so sorry. I want you to always trust and believe me. And you won't if I lie to you."

"It's ok, boys; I gave you the wine because I thought you were grown up enough to have it, not because you lied.

"You are right, Adam, lying is the worst thing you can do and you will lose someone's trust.

"I propose a toast: To Adam's nudist ways and to always telling the truth; sip, don't gulp."

They clinked their glasses and sipped a bit of the grape. Pops found a way to put a smile on their faces again. They so enjoyed the dinner. They talked about funny stuff at school and at home.

Pops listened intently, enjoying every word of their stories. He served the baked apple a la mode. It was the perfect topping for a perfect dinner. They were all stuffed and quite relaxed. They lingered around the table, Adam to Pop's right, Justin on his left. They looked at Pops with love and respect.

Justin asked, "Adam said you were going to be his adopted grandpa. I never knew mine like he knew his. Can you adopt me too? Being with you the last couple of days … Well, having a grandpa is so kool."

He looked down at the floor and was so mad at himself for lying and was hoping beyond hope that he didn't screw things up.

"Sure, I love having grandsons. It's the best thing an old guy like me can have, but you have to be able to give your grandpa a kiss."

"Oh, that's easy; I like showing I love you."

Justin jumped up and hugged and kissed Pops until he said, "Ok, Ok enough, I believe you. I love you too, Justin, just as well as Adam."

***

Pops said nature was calling him and went up to the bathroom for a bit of a sit down. That left Justin and Adam to clear and put food away, which they only thought was fair with Pops doing the heavy lifting for dinner. Being on reduced power, they washed the dishes with no dishwasher.

Pops gave himself an enema sticking the personal shower up his butt and holding it until he thought he would burst. He thought he might get lucky this night and wanted to be prepared. All clean inside, he brought down his massage oil.

Downstairs, the boys had just finished the dishes and were watching tv and playing with their dicks again. "We cleaned up and washed all the dishes for you, Pops," Justin said, trying to improve his standing after the lying.

"Thank you so much, guys; I really didn't have any ambition to be doing that. Does your back still hurt, Justin, or was that a story too?"

"No, Pops, it did hurt and still does but a lot less since I took a shower. Can that help the pain?"

"Yeah, the shower can ease the pain. Lay down on the carpet and let's see if I can get you pain-free."

"What about me, Pops?" Adam asked.

"Do you wanna help, and then it'll be your turn."

"Sure Pops, I like that idea. I like giving massages."

"He drove me out of my mind in the shower Pops. He made me cum like I never have before."

"Really, so Adam gives good massages, Justin?"

"OH, YEAH! In a sexy way, so very, very sexy."

"But this will be for your sore back. Where does it hurt?"

"Back and front, Pops. You always wanna forget about the front." Adam chimed in.

"I guess my whole back from my neck to my butt."

"OK, Adam kneels with one knee on each side of Justin's head. Give yourself a little room so you can reach his neck. Now take the oil, it's a mix of tea tree, rosemary and peppermint with olive oil as a carrier, and put it on his back and your hands, use a decent amount.

"Now massage his neck, shoulders and mid-back. Don't forget to run your hands down his sides, use your fingertips and knuckle and the whole hand. Sometimes hard to get into the pain in the muscle; other times soft, so soft you are caressing him because you love him.

"If Adam touches a spot where it feels good or you want more attention, let him know, Justin, just a little moan, like mmm will do or more there, please."

Justin moaned, "Mmm."

Adam loved massaging Justin's body, so smooth and beautifully lightly muscled but also so strong; his hands roamed all over, touching, fingering, but mostly caressing. Adam's cock rose and was poking Justin's head. Pops reached over, smiled at Adam, picked up his member and let it fall on Justin's hair. Adam smiled at Pops and kind of wiggled a bit, enjoying Justin's silky hair on his cock. Pops reached over and helped Adam at his task, truly massaging Justin's back muscles, kneeing them with his knuckles, making them relax and not be tight. They continued the massage through Justin's almost constant moans.

Pops whispered to Adam, "Now get behind him, between his legs."

Adam did as he was told, but before pouring more oil on Justin's butt, he leaned down and kissed it. "Your butt is so beautiful, Justin." Justin just moaned, "MMMM."

Adam poured more oil and rubbed it into Justin's cheeks. He loved the feeling of holding each cheek and rotating it and spreading and exposing Justin's crack. He would have stayed there and done that part of Justin all night if Pops hadn't pointed to his hamstrings and between Justin's legs.

Justin was wiggling his butt and saying, "More there, please."

Adam went back to his butt and massaged his cheeks and down to his hamstrings between his legs almost touching his ball sac. Then he went from his cheeks up to his back and down his sides. Justin got the tingles. Adam worked down Justin's legs, massaging his calf muscles and then up to his hamstrings between his legs to his butt cheeks and then back down again.

His cock was aching for all the love that was coming out at him. He wanted to grab it and make it cum and he also wanted to keep doing what he was doing, caressing, loving Justin. His cock had to wait. Pops had gotten a washcloth and washed Justin's feet from walking around barefoot. Adam took it and washed his feet and toes. Justin squirmed and wiggled.

"Hey, that tickles." Both boys laughed.

Pops whispered again to Adam, "suck on his toes."

He did and Justin moaned. With Adam sucking Justin's toes, Pops ran his hands from Justin's ankles on the inside of his legs up over his calves, then his thighs, to his balls over his buns and up his sides.

Justin exclaimed, "Oh, Mmm, Oh!"

Pops was at his head and gently took his shoulders and rolled Justin over. There was a wet spot on the carpet and now free of his weight on his cock, it sprang up and pointed to the ceiling. Adam was enjoying sucking on Justin's toes so much, going from a toe on one foot to one on the other foot. Pops massaged Justin's face and head. Justin closed his eyes. He was in heaven, sensual heaven of feeling and touching.

Pops worked down his chest and gave special attention to his boy tits, caressing them and pinching so gently and caressing again. Adam put his feet down and massaged his thighs. Pops worked down over the chest to Justin's abdomen rubbing the oil into the skin was now also tingling Justin's nerves. Over his pubes, he went to the base of his cock. Up Adam came massaging his balls. Justin went to grab his cock. Pops pushed his hand away.

"Do you want to cum, Justin?"

"Yes, Pops, please."

"Do you want Adam to suck you"

"OH YES, PLEASE SUCK ME, ADAM PLEASE OH, I WANT IT SO BAD."

Adam smiled, "I like sucking your cock, Justin."

Adam talking sexy only aroused Justin all the more. Precum was dripping from Justin as well as Adam. Both boys were in a sexual craze. Adam went down on Justin's cock, kissed it and licked the precum and took him in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it and bobbed up and down.

Justin was moaning and wiggling his butt and pelvis, "Oh, YES, YES , THANK YOU, ADAM. I LOVE YOU."

It only took a minute. Justin exploded, "YES, YES, YES, OOOH, OOOH, AAAH."

He poured volley after volley into Adam. Adam was so happy he had pleasured Justin. He gladly swallowed his cum but saved a bit to share with Justin. As he pulled off his glistening cock he kissed Justin. Justin wrapped his arms around Adam and wouldn't let go.

"God, what you did to me. Be my boyfriend, Please."

"Sure, I like you too."

Justin stayed there, holding Adam on top of him. Then he felt Adams' hard cock poking his leg. It was all wet with precum. "OH God, I am sorry you didn't cum; of course not, how stupid of me. Wiggle up and feed me, please. Feed me your cock and cum, Adam."

Adam didn't need a second invitation. He sat on Justin's chest and put his cock by his mouth. Justin kissed it first and then licked the precum.

"MMM Tasty." He took it in his mouth and sucked and used his tongue and sucked some more and used his tongue around it.

Adam moaned, "YES YES, IT FEELS SO GOOD, JUSTIN" Justin sucked harder, the cock went rigid, and Adam's cock head got even bigger.

"OOOH JUSTIN OOOH," He exploded into Justin's mouth, who swallowed and saved a bit to share with Adam. Adam fell down on Justin, who held him so tight. They lay there on Pops's carpet wrapped in each other's arms. Eyes closed every so often, exchanging a kiss, a little peck. Pops relaxed in his big recliner chair. He also dozed.

***

After a bit, Justin and Adam were reenergized. Justin whispered, "do you think we can massage Pops?"

"Great idea, Justin!." Adam said just a little too loudly.

"What's a great idea?" Pops asked, waking.

"Giving you a massage."

"Thank you, boys, but these old bones got more than enough excitement from the bath you gave me."

Justin and Adam were now on their feet. Justin made the chair sit up by closing the footstool. Each took hold of one of Pops's hands and pulled him up. Pops smiled because he so enjoyed the attention of the boys. He loved looking at their nude bodies. He was even kind of glad they had talked him into being naked as well.

He questioned to himself, would the massage include sucking on Adam's dick or Justin fucking him is his ass. He so wanted that and trembled at the thought. The boys helped him down to the carpet. Adam was at his head, Justin at his feet. He lay on his stomach, dreaming of being split-railed by the boys. He thought he must be a faggot to want their cocks so much. Faggot or not, right or wrong, this was probably the only opportunity for him to be who he was. He thought, now or die not knowing this love.

***

Adam applied oil to his neck and back. Justin did his legs, feet, thighs and buttocks. Every time Justin touched his ass, he moaned and said, "More please. Right there, please." He raised his head just a bit so he could see Adam's dick right in front of his face. He looked up at Adam. Adam looked down.

"What Pops? Am I doing it wrong?"

"Mmm, no, your dick is so close, but so far."

"Do you want to suck my dick, Pops?"

Pops smiled and put out his tongue.

"You want me to feed you my cock, don't you."

"Yes, please, Adam."

"And Justin, what should he do?"

"I think Pops wants me to fuck him. Is that it, Pops?"

A big smile went across Pops's face and he elevated himself on to all fours. Sticking his ass out to Justin and holding his tongue out to Adam.

"Say it, Pops; I don't want any misunderstandings," Justin said, sternly.

"Please fuck me, Justin. Fuck me with your big cock in my ass and both of you mark me as your cum dump."

"Oh boy, Adam, he really wants it. Maybe he should beg for our cocks."

"Beg Pops, beg. Do it right and you can have both our cocks at the same time. That's what you want, isn't it? I love you, but I think you want to beg, don't you?"

"Please boys, do me. Adam, I love cock; yours is so beautiful; I need cock. Please, feed me your cock. Justin, my ass wants your cock so bad. Your cock is also so beautiful and big and strong; please fuck my ass. I'm begging boys; I want to be your faggot."

"He did good Justin; what do you think?"

"He, for sure, does need cock. It would be unkind not to share ours with him. It'll be nice to have a faggot to service us whenever we want. OK, you feed his mouth and I'll plow his ass."

Pops wiggled up to Adam, who was sitting on the carpet, laid his head in Adam's lap and kissed his dick, then licked it. At the same time, he raised his ass for Justin to fuck him.

Justin took a little oil and lubed his cock and Pops hole. After a minute of lubing his hole, he put his pecker on the hole and pushed. It opened immediately. Justin drove all the way in, making Pops moan. He took hold of his hips and started thrusting deeper into Pops. He kept banging on Pops's prostate.

It felt unbelievable to Pops; Adam's hard dick in his mouth and Justin's in his ass. He was anally and orally aroused. His pecker was harder than it had been in 20 years. Justin's pounding was doing that. He had to concentrate to lick and suck Adam's cock, but he did and used his tongue on it. With each of Justin's thrusts forward, Adam's cock would bang at his throat opening; as Justin pulled back, Adam's cock retreated.

Adam looked at Justin, he put out his hands, Justin did the same and they stretched over Pops and kissed. The kiss aroused them all the more and their cocks got harder.

"Want my cum up your ass, Pops?"

"Mmm," was the answer.

Adam started thrusting his cock in Pop's mouth, face fucking him. "Ready to gag on my cum, Pops"

"Mmm," again.

"Oh shit, Adam, this is so hot; I'm gonna burst."

"Me too, hold on for a second, let's do him together."

"YEAH, HAVE MY CUM, POPS!" Justin emptied himself into Pop's ass.

"LIKE MY CUM, POPS." Adam shot into his mouth. His cum dribbled out of Pops's mouth.

Adam pulled out and sprayed his face with his last drops of sperm. "Take your hand and rub it in now, Pops. So you know, you are mine to fuck or have you suck me."

"Clean my dick, Pops," Justin said as he was on the other side of Pop's face.

Pops was smiling and happily took Justin's cock into his mouth and licked all the residue of his cum.

"Clean mine too, Pops," Adam said, and Pops happily did him.

"Do you like being our faggot, Pops?" Justin asked.

"Yes boys, it was better than I dreamed. Can I jerk my puny cock now?"

"Go on, Pops," Adam said.

They sat and watched Pops pull on his puny faggot cock. Then, taking pity, massaged his man tits and took turns French kissing him. His breathing became ragged, harder, deeper. He grunted and moaned. He blew his little load. They patted his head and got tissues for him to clean up, helped him up and snuggled with him on the couch.

"I'm gonna like being a faggot for you boys."

***

Justin's mom called and said she would probably be able to get home tomorrow. Justin warned her about the power outage and if she was good where she was, she should wait there until the power was back on. He was fine with Pops and had made a new friend, Adam. He relayed how Pops had come and got everyone on the street when the power went out and kept everyone warm and safe on Saturday night. Mrs. Grimes agreed that coming home or going to the shelter were bad choices. Justin said he would call her as soon as the power came back on.

A similar conversation was had with Adam's mom. So they all hunkered down and watched TV. The boys were really tired after all the sex play on top of the snow shoveling. Soon they were leaning on each other and snoozing.

Pops was exhausted as well; he hadn't got much sleep the night before. He got up, dressed, put on his heavy coat and went out and topped off the generator. Back inside the boys were sleeping away. He hated to wake them to go to bed. They looked so peaceful and angelic all curled up in each other's arms. He locked up the house and took his meds and then shook them.

"C'mon guys; up to bed with you."

Rubbing his eyes, Adam asked, "Can we sleep with you, Pops. You are so warm and comfy?"

"Ok, but no farting or snoring; that's my job."

"Ew, Pops!"

"OK, OK, I'll try to be good."

"Thanks, Pops," they said in unison.

Groggily they climbed the stairs; decided they needed to pee. Pops reveled at the sight of their cute little butts standing over the bowl.

"I want Pops to hold me," Adam said.

"Good, I want to hold on to his back," Justin said.

Pops had his pee too, and climbed into bed in his boxers.

"Pops, we decided ya gotta be nude in Adam's nudist house."

"Ops, sorry, boys." Pops chucked the boxers and kissed each boy and they kissed Pops good night as well.

They got under the covers. Justin was spooning Pops's backside while he was doing the same to Adam. It was kind of exciting at first. Justin's cock got hard and he slipped it in Pops crack. That got Pops hard and he slipped his cock in Adam's crack. After a bit, with little energy to do any real loving, the old man and his boys were asleep.

About 2:00 AM, Pops had his middle of the night pee. Getting untangled from Adam was easy; Justin, not so much. Every time he went to get up, Justin pulled him back down.

Finally Pops whispered, "Gotta pee, boy; it's gonna happen either in the toilet or in the bed. Let me up now." Justin, in his groggy state, understood and Pops made it the bathroom.

The next morning, at breakfast, Adam asked, "So Pops, what is a faggot?"

"Hmm, now that you make me think about it, maybe I shouldn't have used that term last night. It is a term for a gay man or boy, basically negative in its connotation. The world recognizes dominant and submissive types of sexual behavior. The submissive which is what I was last night, is often thought of as less of a person because all he wants is to pleasure the dominant one.

"Someone sucking cock is submissive to the person whose cock is being sucked and someone getting fucked in his ass is being submissive to the one fucking him. That the submissive is getting pleasure by giving the dominant one pleasure does not enter into the thinking of the dominant one, who thinks he made the submissive do what he did. So the submissive one is thought to be less of a person when compared to the dominant one.

"Often the dominant one becomes abusive to the submissive one because he wants to exercise his dominance over the submissive. Ultimately in the eyes of the dominant one, the submissive is thought of as sub-human and often, the submissive one allows himself to be reduced to being like a sub-human, only because of his need to give pleasure and please the dominant one.

"Such a relationship is not loving and caring, which is what sex should be an expression of. You boys demonstrated a loving and caring relationship between yourselves and also with me, but an abusive faggot relationship is not loving.

"I would never allow myself to be abused in the ways that some dominant folks might want. To me, to allow yourself to be treated as a subhuman can make you a subhuman. I think the right term might be submissive in my loving of you, not a faggot. Does any of this make sense?"

"Yeah, Pops it makes a lot of sense. I sure wouldn't want to do anything that would hurt you or make you less than you are. Hey, to my mind, I have a lot that I can learn from you and that makes me submissive to you, even if I like you sucking my dick," Adam said.

"Yeah, Pops, I kind of liked being a little dominant, but at the same time, I thought it wasn't right."

"When making love, there is a dominant and a submissive position, there is a balance. With guys that really love each other, often the roles change where the dominant becomes submissive and vice versa. That is the way sex should be, where you love each other to give and receive pleasure."

"When Adam sucked my cock in the shower or with the massage, I was in a dominant position, but I was putty in his hands and would have done almost anything he asked. That's not a faggot relationship, is it, Pops."

"No Justin, it's a loving one. Adam wanted to give you pleasure. You did not demand it from him. You, no doubt, also wanted to give him pleasure; so in no way is that a faggot relationship."

The boys looked at each other and then Pops. They both hugged him. "You are not a faggot, Pops. You are our adopted grandpa and we love you." Adam said, with Justin agreeing to his every word.

"Thank you guys, I trust you know I love you too."

"Yes we do, Pops." Justin said.

***

They were done with breakfast. The boys started clearing. "Hey guys, you know I love looking at your beautiful bodies but if someone comes to the door and catches a glimpse of your little buns; my ass will be grassed and put in jail. How about we put some clothes on?"

"Do we gotta?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, I think it best. Please, Adam."

"When you put it that way, Pops, I can't say no to you. C'mon Justin, let's get our clothes from the dryer."

Pops got dressed as well and he had to feed the generator. Once dressed, the boys decided to take a walk over to Justin's house. He had some computer games they wanted to play. They didn't get far when they stopped and ran back to Pops's house.

"They are here, Pops."

"Who's here?"

"The utility company guys, they are working on the pole that was sparking."

"That's great news. Did you ask when they thought the power would be back on?"

"No, we ran to tell you," Adam said.

"How many guys are there?"

"Three, Pops."

"Ok, let me make up a thermos of my special tea for them and you can take it up to them."

Pops quickly made the tea. He added a bit of his special ingredient to it and filled a thermos and gave the boys three mugs.

"Tell them there is a drop of my special ingredient in it and when done, if they want, I can make them a nice hot lunch."

"Ok, Pops, what if they ask what the special ingredient is?" Justin asked

"Tell them, Fleishman."

"That's it, Fleishman, nothing else?" Adam was scratching his head.

"Yup, that's it."

The boys went up to the end of the street to talk with the workers.

"Our Pops said you might like a nice cup of tea with his special ingredient, cause you are working so hard out in the cold," Adam volunteered

A big man with a mustache and a white hard hat said, "Thank you boys, there are not many who think of us like that. What's the special ingredient?"

The boys answered in unison, "Fleishman, do you know what it is?"

In his best brogue the big man said, "Aye, yes laddie. I am most familiar with Fleishman and it will warm your innards' on a day like today. Tell your Pops, Patrick Fitzgerald, a son of the old sod, says it is most appreciated. Thank you."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, do you know when our power will be back on?" Justin asked

Pouring himself a mug of the tea and passing it to the other workers, Patrick said, "Aye, laddie, about lunchtime."

Adam smiled his smile and the big man ruffled the hood of his parka. "Would you like to come by after? Pops will make you a hot lunch."

"There is nothing more that I would like better, but laddie, there are so many people that need our help. We just don't have the time. We have to go to the next outage. Thank your Pops for the tea for us."

The tea was drunk quickly. The mugs, with the hot tea, warmed their hands and their stomachs. The boys collected the thermos and mugs when the workers were done.

"Thanks for fixing our electric, out in the cold like this. You guys are special," Adam said on leaving.

The burly linemen went back to their work with renewed vigor, their spirits warmed by Fleishman and buoyed by the kind and appreciative words of the young boys.

Sure enough, as Pops was making lunch, the lights came back on. The big power company repair truck could be heard coming down the street. The boys ran to the door and waved. Patrick leaned on his horn and gave two big blasts and the truck moved on.

***

After lunch, Justin called his mom and told her of the power being on. She said she would be home for supper. Then the boys helped Pops gather up his extension cords and put his generator back in his shed. It was not an easy task, pushing and tugging the heavy machine through the snowy walkway. The footing was slippery, but their determination and perseverance proved up to the task.

Pops suggested that Justin turn up the heat in his house and tidy up a bit and Adam went with him. When they were done, they had another make-out session and Adam asked Justin to be his boyfriend. Justin kissed Adam so hard that he took the breath out of him.

"I take it, that is a yes then."

"Yeah, like Pops says, who can resist your smile, certainly not me."

Mrs. Jordan, Justin's mom, came by about 5:30. Pops was just about finished with dinner.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ryan. I hope Justin wasn't any trouble."

"Not at all, Mrs. Jordan. He actually was a big help. He gave me confidence that the younger generation can be trusted with this old world. Hey, the boys call me Pops, and my given name is Jon. I know you only meant the best but let's drop the mister."

"Of course, Pops, I'm Susan; most call me Sue. I am happy to hear that Justin was helpful."

"He certainly was. Say, I just finished making dinner and actually figured you might be in about now. Would you care to join us or at least take a plate back to your house."

"No! No! I can't impose on you anymore. I can't thank you enough for looking after Justin. It is I who should be giving you dinner and then some."

"Please take dinner at home then. I made more than enough and it'll just spoil. Give me a second. Justin, gather up your things, please."

"Yes sir, Pops." Justin wanted to show his mom the respect he had for Pops by saying, "Yes sir."

Sue Jordan smiled at her son. "Since you put it that way, Pops, all I can say is thank you again."

Pops made up the dinners, his now famous fish. Adam helped a bit and all too soon, for Adam's sake, Justin was out the door with his mom. He gave him the biggest hug before he left. They exchanged phone numbers.

As soon as the door closed, Adam texted, "I wish I could have at least kissed you goodbye."

Justin texted back once inside his house, "Yeah I so wanted to, also. I gotta eat now. I'll see you tomorrow for sure and text later tonight."

***

Rachel Resnik came by about 7:00PM. She had a limo meet her at the station and went directly to Pops's house. Adam and Pops had eaten and she got something on the train. Thanks were extended to Pops again. He recounted how much help Adam had been. Adam said he made a new friend, Justin, and Pops had saved just about everyone on the block.

"It was like an adventure, Mom, but serious."

Pops thanked Rachel for having Carlos come by. "He did a marvelous job."

Adam added that his friend Juan was there and he helped, too.

Just before leaving, Rachel asked, "In these few days, it seems that Adam has grown very fond of you Pops. I was wondering if you could look after him after school and on vacations? Don't worry about cleaning up or anything like that. This would not involve any housekeeping duties, just Adam.

"My heart was breaking for him after his grandfather passed. He was one very sad young man. Over the phone, I could tell he was more like his old self. I have you to thank for that. Even if I could stay home from work, which I can't, he is at an age where he needs a man, like his grandfather, like you. Please consider it. I will pay you anything that is reasonable."

Adam put on his best smiling cute face and pleaded. "Please Pops, please, please; I'll be good for you; I'll always do what you say. Please, Pops."

Pops turned to Rachel, "Where did he get that smile from. If I am to do this, I may have to put a bag over his head."

"Rachel laughed, "From his dear father; I never could say no to that man and I was always better for it. Then you'll do it?"

"Yes, I suppose I can give it a try."

Adam jumped for joy. "Pops is gonna watch me!"

"How does $500.00 a week sound; no make that $700.00 and $1,000.00 on vacation weeks?"

"Rachel, please, $500 is more than reasonable."

"No, I insist. Adam is my son. I make a lot, really a lot of money. If this makes him happy, it is well spent."

Epilog

So Pops mentored Adam and Justin and even Tyler and Jeremy. He so enjoyed being in their lives. The boys often had parties at Adam's house, and Pops supervised. They made good use of the pool and often Juan was invited to join them. Skinny dipping was the norm.

Pops took them skiing in the winter and to the shore in the summer. He demanded attention to school work and even cancelled a trip, so school assignments could be completed. The boys understood the importance of school then.

Mrs. Magee sent a letter to the editor of the local newspaper praising the generosity and compassion of many unsung heroes like her neighbor and the boys who helped him. Pops became a celebrity in his little town of Hopewell.

Once Adam was a junior in high schoo,l he really didn't need Pops around as he once did. For sure, Pops was having a hard time keeping up with the lifestyle of a 16, almost 17-year-old, but the boys always found time to stop by his house with a pizza. He came to hate pizza but so enjoyed their company that he never told them. He always had a bit of red wine and that helped the pizza go down.

Justin and Adam became joined at the hip, and after college, they were married. Justin became a doctor and Adam a lawyer. While in school, they met a lesbian couple and through artificial insemination, they each had a child through the surrogate moms, both boys a year apart. The moms watched the boys during the day and were compensated by Adam, who became quite wealthy. The dads had the nights and the weekends.

As with all men, Pops, Jon Ryan's time came to an end. It was amazing that half of the little town of Hopewell turned out at the funeral. So loved and respected was this simple man.

Adam had a plaque in his office inscribed with the words: "Aww it's nothing any of you wouldn't have done." He and Justin, Tyler and Jeremy tried as best as they could to live their lives as Pops had done.

***

The End