Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 15:11:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Brother's Kids, chapter two...

This story is fiction, for the most part; I will not reveal which parts
might have truth in them. I will say that the names used are not actual
names of real people, nor does the activity reflect actual illegal acts
being done with underage boys. Because of the fictional nature of the
story, safe sex is not described within, but the author insists on the
intelligence of its use in real life scenarios, as well as the wisdom of
older gentlemen in regard to abuse of our youth.

All the legal disclaimers are applicable, and you know what those are
already.  So, if you pass all the tests, enjoy the story as it unfolds Let
me know what you think!

We left off ...

      "I don't know, Kor ... I really don't! That kiss you gave me on the
neck ... the hard cock I felt against my groin when we hugged ... the
lightning bolt that went through me when ... if there's any way we can
share, I'll find it! But, we still have to keep from blowing things up as
far as the community is concerned. We can't jeopardize our jobs, and even
worse, the boys! Imagine what Social Services would say if they found out
the boys were being raised by two male lovers! Kor ... I wish I had the
right answers!"

      "Just tell me you will work on it. That's all I need to hear!"

      "Shit, Love! If you don't know that already ... we're in deep
Doo-Doo!"

My Brother's Kids Are Now Mine Chapter Two

      (Giggle*) ...  "Gee Whiz, Mr. F., (teasing manner), I didn't know you
cared! All these past four years, all I thought I meant to you was that I
was someone who could make the band rehearse while you drank coffee in your
office. You mean ... I'm actually..."

      "Twerp!  If I thought you were serious ..."  (a quick kiss) ... "God,
Kor ... I want this to work out so wonderfully!  And, hell's bells
... you've known that for a while, or you wouldn't have been so much a part
of my daily life as you have been. By the way...where are you sleeping
since you left your house?

      "Well, the nights are pretty calm and clear, and the temperatures
aren't too bad ... so I've been enjoying the stars. Did you know that out
on Lover's Point rocks there is a cool mini-cave on the water side? Well,
more like a shelf of solid rock covering an area out of sight from
anyone. I have a sleeping bag hidden inside there, so at night I can walk
out on the point, scoot inside when no one else is nearby, and it's been
pretty comfy...as rocks go! In the morning I can use the beach house
restroom to wash up and get ready for school ... or if I really need it, I
use the school locker room showers before class starts. I'm OK!"

      "That sucks! You deserve better! No boyfriend of mine is going to
rough it like that! Now, no argument! Here's the key to my condo so you can
use it freely. You've been by there a time or two before a band trip, so
you know which one it is. Top floor of the condo unit on Lighthouse Avenue
... the beige one on the corner of Alder, with those eucalyptus trees
shading the front elevator entrance."

      "Larry, my Love... Thank you so much ... for your heart, your home,
and your support of my physical and emotional needs as well. That cave
isn't the best place to sleep and still get to school looking like I
belonged there. It's been good that my first class each day is P.E. That
was my Mom's biggest concern when I left home the day I turned 18 and could
legally do so. But now I can tell her about having a place to stay. She'll
be so grateful to you. She already knows what a special teacher you are for
all the kids. Uh...Larry? You sure you want me to use that cool apartment?"

      "Now that makes me mad! I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't want
you to use it! Why didn't you say something sooner! Kor, Dear, if I had
known before this, my door would have been open to you sooner! I wouldn't
have given a damn what the school thought if I knew you were on the
streets!"

      "But I would have! No way I'd let you get a bad rep over me living
with you ... especially since I wasn't totally sure until today that we
both felt the same way toward each other, and about the future. I guess I
better get going before the boys wake up and find me still here. See you at
school in the morning!"  (longer kiss) "Good night, Larry ... I love you so
much!"

Korey disappeared out the front door, and I felt like my heart was ripped
away with him. I wanted so badly for us to share a night together to
celebrate the truth being out in the open between us. I know there is
almost 10 years between us, but right now that means absolutely nothing to
me...nor to him, evidently!

I know I already mentioned that he was a gorgeous young man, 5'10" of
well-toned muscle, weighing approximately 170 pounds, with perfect skin
texture and color covering his sculptured and chiseled body shape (a little
like the statue of David in my mind's eye), and a radiance to his smile
that melts my heart. Let me add that he has emerald green eyes, beautiful
red hair and a light splash of freckles to add to his attractiveness. I
think that `Red Heads' are so friggin' hot! And if that bulge in his
Dockers is any indication, he has Sea Biscuit as an ancestor! (Not that I
wouldn't love him just as much if he were a eunuch!)

So far, all you really know about me is that I am almost 28 years old. I
guess it might help if I told you that I am 5'6" tall, and used to be on
the swim team in college...made State twice in my career, and still go to a
gym twice a week to keep in shape. Mostly by still swimming ... I'm not
into weights and bulk! I weigh a nice 155 pounds, (only 10 pounds over my
H.S. Graduation weight), and it is all well-toned muscles. I have a fine
layer of light brown hair on my chest and legs, but I am no way near what
they call a "bear" type.

To be honest, most people think I am younger than 28, too...because I have
facial features that make me look closer to 20 or so; not too good for a
teacher of High Schoolers that might think I'm the same age as they
are. (They find out soon, though, that I earn the respect due the authority
of my position.) The one part of me that truly shows manly maturity is my
package. I'm not bragging, but I have seven-and-a-half inches of quite
thick tubular muscle hiding under my Speedo during my work-outs. In fact, I
have decided to purchase new swim wear just to get away from the glances
and stares I receive at poolside. A Public School teacher has no business
advertising. Modesty needs to be the name of the game, especially in our
town!

Enough of physical attributes! Right after Korey left, I headed for bed. My
new sons were asleep, and I was drained of strength from both mental and
physical output of the last day or so. I stripped and crawled under my
sheet. However, sleep didn't come right away. My mind was playing brain
videos of my Kor! I had seen him in baggies at the pool when he was my
guest at the gym on occasion ... but now, these `thought films' were
undressing him, highlighting and maybe even over-exagerating the exposed
glory previously hidden from me. I became so aroused without even touching
myself that I shot a huge load of man juice all over my chest and legs just
because of the intensity of the images flashing through my head. My respect
for him as a helper has become love, and that love so wants to be expressed
by lust, now that we both know the truth we so deeply share. Now, with that
eruption from my deepest being having added to the drain of my strength, I
fell to sleep without even trying
  to clean up any of the evidence of my orgasm.

I was awakened by my soon-to-be 12 year old son, who recognized the remnant
fragrance as well as the dried crust on my body that was no longer covered
by a kicked-off sheet...

      "Hey, Papa ... you got a girl friend now? She must be hot, or you
wouldn'ta had a `wettie'! (Snickering like he had caught me in an act of
having wild sex;)

      "Eaton ... just how do you know about that stuff already? You can't
be old enough yet to be having them yourself...can you?"

      "Heck'a yeah I am! Started a couple months ago on a scout
campout. The other guys told me that made me a real man, like them! See
... I got a few pubies startin' already. Ain't that so cool! I showed Dad
just last week ... uh ...uh;"

      "Yes, that is certainly cool, Son! And know what else is cool?
... You feeling OK with showing me. That makes me feel accepted as your
Papa. C'mere! "

I gave Eaton a Papa-to-Son kiss and hug! I also kissed away a couple tears
that were falling from his trusting and loving eyes caused by the comment
about showing his Dad! He melted into my arms; clinging tight for quite a
few minutes, not caring that I was stark naked ... and I didn't think
anything about that part, either. At least not until he headed to his
bathroom to get ready for school, and I crawled out of the sack. That's
when I realized that holding him that close caused him to become hard. Fact
is ... my own cock swelled a bit as well. Man, I have to be careful! Eaton
is family. He's my Son, now! OMG, where is my head? I have to get a grip!

I put on my robe and headed to Casey's bedroom to wake him up. He was still
sawing logs! I tickled him lightly to bring him around, and he giggled and
smiled a `g'mornin' Papa' as he turned onto his back and sat up to give me
a quick kiss...

      "Papa ... is Korey gonna move in with us? Do we all get to keep him?"

      "Not quite, Case! He is going to use my condo for a while, and he
will be the person I always have come here to watch you two when I have to
be out. But he isn't going to be actual family...just a great friend to all
of us, like he already is!"

      "But ... he seems like a big brother already, Papa! And the way you
look at him ...  uh, well, I just sort'a thought ..."

FUCK! What the hell is this nine year old baby boy thinking, anyway? How in
shit can he have any idea about me and Korey being more like lovers instead
of just being 2 guys brought together as Teacher and Student? Naw! He
couldn't know that ... not yet! I have to stop making implications way
beyond reality because I hear stuff that could have several meanings to an
adult mind! This perfectly innocent 4th grader is simply saying he wants a
big brother ... that's all! It's gotta be!

Casey went into the same bathroom as Eaton. The two of them readied
themselves for breakfast and school, which included the normal short
squabbles and teasing that accompany young brothers who battle for
supremacy inn the age-old matter of sibling rivalry. Frankly, it was
refreshing to me to hear such normal activity coming from two kids that are
going through such tough times. Having me as a Papa now must be giving them
the security they need to function, in spite of the turmoil they are
dealing with. Maybe Morris and Anne knew this would be the case when they
made me God Father in the first place. This new situation was so right!

I went to my own bathroom, off the Master Suite, and made sure I was also
presentable for Campus Life ... and then headed for the kitchen to feed the
brood before hunger pangs turned them into animals.

After we all finished our repast, and cleaned up as well as we could in the
short time we had, we loaded up in my car for the trip to respective
schools; Casey to his 4th grade Elementary building, Eaton to Middle School
campus, and me to the High School early enough to attend the morning
Faculty meeting before period one began.

Right after the meeting, I sought out Mr. Jacobs, you remember the
Principal, and explained the fact that Korey had moved out of his family
home at age 18, and that I allowed him to rent my previous home at a
reduced rate so he could make his way as an adult in a way less pressuring
to his finishing the school year and preparing for college. I figured that
if this was out in the open, as an innocent situation, no one would get
suspicious of a possible relationship lying beneath my professionalism.  It
worked! Mr. J. was supportive of the idea, and actually suggested that
maybe part of his rent would be to watch my new sons when I had faculty
duties at late hours. I smiled and thanked him for his wise suggestion, and
mentioned I would bring the idea to Korey as an option he might consider.

Just as I was heading to the Music complex, I saw Korey park his car and
jump out to make it to Gym Class on time. He was already dressed in his
P.E. Uniform to avoid being late...his regular school clothes in hand, to
change into after class. I had to hurry to the Band room because I popped a
huge boner the moment I saw those nice muscular legs of his carrying that
red-headed stud so fast and yet so gracefully across the campus...and his
magnificent smile as he acknowledged seeing me.

Maybe you don't need to hear the details, but heck ... first period was my
prep period, (no students until 2nd period), so I had a few minutes to take
care of my sudden lusts. I have my own rest room off my Director's office,
so I hid myself in there for a little while, and found relief.  I could
imagine my entire Jazz Band seeing me so tented, and wondering the reason
behind the problem! They'd hound me for days, just because I showed my
humanity and healthy maleness.

Knowing that, I had no choice but to drop my slacks, pull my shirt tail up,
and jerk myself silly until I blasted away all my horniness. Well, maybe
not "silly", because I handled myself slowly and sensually as I pictured
Korey being the one taking care of my problem for me; making sure the tip
was rubbed by one finger, spreading my leakage around the mushroom to give
me the feel of being sucked ... pulling gently on my nut sack with one hand
as my other hand created sensual heaven all over my 7 ½ inches of hot
sausage...occasionally allowing a finger to massage my rosebud as if Kor
was tonguing me from behind.  I was so involved in my dream world of the
moment that almost the entire prep period was over before I blew the
biggest load I ever remember blasting. I used my boxers to collect the
entire mess because I couldn't leave any evidences, or someone might
accidentally find it, and I'd be found out! I hid my soaked CK's in my
locked desk drawer, lightly sprayed some air freshe
 ner around the room, and spent the day commando ... hoping nothing more
would excite a second need, and its resulting embarrassment.

The break between first and second periods began, and Korey came into my
office. Of course, as my assistant, he always gathered the music from the
files for the rehearsal schedule of the day, so there was nothing
suspicious about him being there. But, when he came up to me and whispered
that he wanted to borrow the key to my locked drawer, I became nervous
because of what was already in there.  However, this was my Kor asking, and
somehow I couldn't refuse his request. As he opened the drawer...

      "Damn, Larry ... I mean Mr. F., sorry about the slip...won't happen
when the other kids can hear...promise! But, are those what I think they
are?"

      "Shhhhh, Kor, ... and yes! I had a little accident, and I figured
I'd..."

      (Laughing ...) "So did I ... after my shower, when the other guys had
already left the locker room. I was gonna hide mine in here to avoid anyone
else knowing! Guess we really are tuned in to each other...our secret,
though!"

      "After school, you can take mine home, and I'll keep yours ... so we
both have something to enjoy tonight at our respective bed pillows. Just
hurry, and get the music ready before the bell sounds! And sure as hell
lock the drawer and give me back the key! I have to open the classroom
doors ... the bell is about to ring!"

      "Mr. F., breathe! You're sweating a little. Here's the key! Be cool!"

Jazz Band went off like clockwork! Both Kor and I showed no outward signs
of anything unusual. That helped the rest of the day go smoothly as
well. Marching Band took place right after lunch, and Kor took the group to
the football field, and blocked out the week's show completely while I
stayed in the office writing the corresponding script for the
announcer. Since the P.E. Coach was on duty outside, I had that option,
because proper faculty supervision was present on the field. Sometimes, I
did the same for him when he needed to draw out new plays for the week's
game. We cooperate a lot more than most Athletic and Music Directors
usually do, which also leads to good relations between our student groups.

After school, there was a rehearsal of "Sound of Music", our Spring Musical
this year. Since I also ran the Drama department, a combined effort was not
that difficult to manage. But I did need Kor to go pick up the boys, and
supervise them at home while I stayed on campus for another two hours or
so. He was happy to oblige, especially since I had shared Mr. J's
suggestion with him, and we laughed about the coincidence. (I also promised
not to forget the locked-up items of interest!)

I arrived at the house about six o'clock, and found all three of my
favorite people wrestling on the living room carpet. I beamed as I watched
my guys enjoying time together, seeing just why my sons wanted Kor around
as much as I do. Then, I noticed something that did surprise me a
little...all three guys were wearing sports shorts and nothing else. My
first thought was that wrestling was easier without the complication of
pants, shoes, or shirts to get in the way of fast reactions.

However, the longer I watched, the more I began to think otherwise! The way
my two kids were all over Kor ... and ...and ... did I see their shorts
tenting? Not just Kor's, but all three frontal pockets poking outward as
bodies tossed and rubbed! Even Casey's?  I excused it simply as human male
reactions to various stimuli and not as sexual play. After all, Kor
wouldn't seduce the boys, and Casey wouldn't yet be thinking about such
things ... and Eaton? Well, he was a normal pubescent boy who would get
hard at a fly landing on his crotch.

      "Oh, Hi, Larry ... I fed the boys already. So, I hope you don't mind
a special dinner out on the patio for just us! The guys set it up with a
table cloth and even a candle. Guess they want us to feel sort'a special
... like family or something.  Man, I never knew this place had an ocean
view through the tall pine trees, since the front window looks out on the
Safeway store. I bet the sunset'll be real nice from here."

      "Fine. I need a shower, and then I'll join you all. I'm pooped. Hard
rehearsal today. Act 1 was supposed to be all memorized, but those Jr. High
kids playing the Von Trapp brood ... just not as used to getting work done
as the HS cast members are. Be right out!"

As I stripped and got into the shower, I heard a flow of piss hitting the
water in my toilet bowl. It was Eaton...

      "Hey, Little Man, why you using my bathroom while I'm showering?"

      "Well, Papa ... I wanted to say something while we were alone, and I
figured this was the only way to do it. Uh ... and if I'm wrong, just say
so, and I'll never bring it up again! But ... uh ... you like Korey a lot,
don't you!"

      "Of course! We all like him, don't we!"

      "Papa ... I think you know I mean more than that! You like Korey more
than as a friend or a student! I may only be in 6th grade, but I do know
stuff about older things! We guys at school and in scouts talk about a lot
of different big-people junk.  Well, not junk, actually ... but you know
what I mean. Anyway, I know some guys like other guys ... and it looks to
me that you and Kor ... well!"

      "Listen, Eaton! I have to be honest with you, and not lie ... but you
have to keep it a secret. I could lose my job if anyone else found out. Can
you do that for me, Son?"

      "Sure can! And so can Casey! He sees it too, even if I had to explain
it to him when he asked about what he noticed. And Papa ... neither of us
minds a bit! We decided that maybe, if we showed you by making your dinner
nice ... that you would feel free to really be yourself, and so would
Korey. Maybe someday, Kor will be part of the family! We hope so!"

      "Well, I'll be damned! You are so sharp! I had no idea that you were
that aware of life! I am so lucky to have you as a son! Both of you! Now
scoot while I get out and dry off. And don't forget ... I'm counting on
both of you to keep this quiet!"

      "We know! And we promise we will! But it might just cost ya
somethin'!" (Giggle*)

I stepped out of the shower, thinking he had left the room, but there he
was ...  handing me my towel, and grinning from ear to ear as he looked me
over from head to toe...

      "Eaton? Cost me what?"

      "Maybe nuthin', maybe sumthin' ... not sure yet! But you'll like it
if you ever get a bill! Promise!  See ya!" ... and out he went.

I dried off, dressed, and headed to the patio to meet Korey. The two little
guys headed for the video center in my study to occupy themselves while Kor
and I had some time alone over dinner. Kor was quite the cook! He made a
shrimp bisque with garlic toast, along with spinach salad and a Pot Roast
that melted off the bone. I guess his Mother had taught him well about
taking care of himself ... knowing that he'd be out on his own sooner than
she wanted. And, oh yes, he had remembered to light the candle the boys had
put on the table.

When we finished the meal, and sat there long enough to follow the sun to
its sinking past the horizon, Eaton's words about "Kor being family" kept
hammering in my head. Did it show that clearly to everyone else? Or, was it
just the fact that Eaton and Casey were so close to me that they could read
me better than everyone else? I hoped the latter was the truth. If anyone
at school had suspicions, they would have said something ... right?

Right then, Korey scooted his chair right up next to mine, and leaned over
toward me ... and kissed my cheek...

      "Larry ... relax, Man!  It's fine! The boys and I talked this
afternoon, and I answered them as simply as possible when they asked me if
I loved you. I never mentioned sexual stuff. I just said I loved you like
family. Casey asked if it was like `son' family or `brother' family. But
before I could say which, Eaton answered Casey with `even more closer than
those, bro. And someday, you'll know more what I mean by that!' I just
nodded and said nothing more. But they knew how I felt. I know that because
Casey hugged me, and Eaton jokingly called me `Uncle Kor'.  I asked why he
called me that ... and he said, `because I'm never gonna call you Mama!'
That's when we got into that laughter-filled wrestling match as you came in
the door."

I was a little shocked that my sons were aware of, and accepting as they
were of the situation. When I was a kid, even not that long ago, I didn't
even know the word `gay' nor did we ever meet what was called back then...a
homo; let alone have a male-male relationship in our own home. It was dirty
... yucky ... taboo, even to talk about it as a possibility before we hit
High School Sex Ed class. Even then, if the teacher brought it up first,
she would have been fired, no questions asked. Things have sure changed
nowadays ... as early as fourth grade ... damn!

After the sun set and our little confab finished, we cleared the dinner
mess and went inside to get rid of the night chill that had just begun to
hit our awareness. Korey said that he better head for the condo and get
some rest for tomorrow's school. He had a test to do ... last section of
the graduation exam, I suppose. I asked him if he needed any help with the
material, and he said not, because it was the Math section, and he was a
straight A student in that area. Figures! I'm not sure he has a single
grade below a B in any subject ... the smarty-pants!

But then, he took me into a wonderful embrace, and kissed me directly on
the lips ... deeply ... romantically ... damn, even sexually packed; tongue
and all! I lost all concern for the danger of it as I returned the kiss
with as much vigor as he showed. I don't know how long it lasted, but in my
heart ... it felt like part of eternity had begun. Neither of us wanted to
break it off, but it was a necessity. Need I tell you why? I doubt it!

When we did part our lips and tear our bodies away from one another, Korey
stared deeply into my eyes and said...

      "After June 17th ..."  and he backed out the front door, his gaze
still locked on my facial expression that seemed to say back ... "God...I
don't want to have to wait that long! But we both know..."

I closed the door, locking it, and turning toward the living room, was
tackled by two youthful bundles of energy...

      "Way to go, Papa ... Casey won the bet!  But I'm glad I lost it."

      "What bet, you little...?"

      "That you two would kiss! That was a doozey! Better than the one in
the movie we watched!"

      "Wait a sec, if you were watching the movie ... how'd you see..."

      "Well, Papa ... guess I'm gonna be a teacher like you, someday, and I
gotta develop the skill of seein' a lot'a things goin' on in the classroom
all at once! Besides, we sort'a spied through the door every so often!
(Giggles from both boys*) You mad at us?"

      "Eaton, my sweet sweet boy ... no way I can be mad at you. If you two
don't understand how things are, how can I expect you to be accepting of
the real me? I'm just glad you two aren't mad at me or ashamed that I'm
your Papa."

      "We'd never feel that way about you, Papa. You are ours, and we are
yours...for good! That makes us happy, and we want you to be happy too!"

      "God ... I couldn't be any happier. You boys are my very life and
being! And if Korey is added to the equation, so much the better! If not
... you two are enough for me! I love you both so much!"

With that, we all headed to our bedrooms. Of course, I tucked Casey in, but
I just told Eaton good night with a hug before he crawled under his
covers. I figured he was getting old enough to be beyond the kiss and tuck
thing. But then, the topic of the wrestling match came up...

      "Papa?  When you and Kor practice after school ... uh ... you guys
ever wrestle?"

      "No ... why do you ask that, Eaton?"

      "I dunno ... I just wondered if ... well ... if it happened to you
when you wrestled, if you wrestled ...that's all."

      "If what happened, Eaton?"

      "If you both got a stiffy?... like I did when I felt Korey get one;"

      "Does it bother you that you got one, Eaton?"

      "Naw ... not really! I get `em all the time. A lot of the guys in my
class do! Its' funny how many kids brag about getting' em! But ..."

      "But what, Son? You can feel free to talk it out with me anytime!"

      "Well ... uh ... on scout trips, I get `em when I watch the other
guys play in the water. And ... uh ... when me and Matt share a tent, I
kind'a have one all night long! And the last time we shared, I saw him play
with his a lot, until he had a little fit sort'a like, and breathed
funny. I asked him if he was OK, and he said he was real good! He asked me
if I ever...you know...and I said yes, `cause I had felt around some here
at home when I'm alone. So he took hold of mine, and made me feel real good
too. I didn't know just how good it could feel until then. And that's when
I found out I had some wetties too. Papa ... am I bad for letting him do
that to me?"

      "Absolutely not! You are a very good boy. Most boys your age
experiment with their dicks. It doesn't mean a thing at your age, Son. It's
totally normal, a part of growing up as a boy! In a couple of years, you'll
begin to notice the girls, and those stiffies will get even bigger and last
longer. Eventually you will find the right girl, and get married ... and
have a couple kids of your own. May sound yucky right now...but that's what
happened to Morris and Anne, and that's why you and Casey are here."

      "If you say so ... but, Papa Larry? You never got married! You don't
even like girls much! And if you and Korey love each other, you'll never
have kids!"

      "Very true, Eaton...but I already have you and your brother as
mine. I don't need any more."

      "So ... if I grow up and still don't like girls, will it still be
OK?"

      "Son, it's way too early for you to worry about that as a
possibility. Let things happen naturally. Just for the record, though
... no matter how things turn out, you will be special to me. I will love
you the same, no matter what you decide later on in life. As long as it's
the real you, and not you trying to be like me that reveals the truth...it
will be OK. Honest. Now, go to sleep. I love you, Son!"

      "Papa, ... you can still kiss me g'night if you wanna! I'll never get
too old for that from you!"

I leaned down and gave him a loving kiss, and he grabbed my neck and clung
to me like I was a long-lost puppy returning home... and then gave me a
kiss copied after the one he saw me give Korey. I swear I felt his hard-on
pressing my abs ... but I just plain ignored it on purpose. No way I was
going to make a scene over it, and give him any kind of guilt complex. I
knew so well how bad those were from my childhood experiences with my own
Dad...Damn him!"

I dragged myself to my own bedroom, stripped naked, and fell into my
waiting cozy bedding, of course thinking of my Korey ... when a small
figure appeared at my doorway in the dim light of the lamp post outside my
uncovered window. I let my eyes focus again, and saw that it was Casey
... and he was sniffing and shaking a little as he stood frozen in the
archway...

      "What's the matter, Pal? Have a bad dream?"

      "Dunno ... all of a sudden I started thinkin' of Daddy and Mommy, and
I kind'a felt like they were in my room. Can I come jump in with you,
Papa?"

      "Of course you can ... just let me get a pair of boxers on first!"

He didn't wait for me to find a pair, he just ran over and crawled in next
to me and held onto me for dear life. I know that he is nine-and-a-half
years old, but right this minute, he seemed like I remembered him when he
was six, and a thunder storm chased him into my guest room when I visited
from out-of-town back then.  Somehow, this little guy was always Unca'Lar's
boy on a stormy night. Well, maybe even more often than that! I guess he
chose me when Eaton was already cuddled up to Morris. I never did mind
it...and neither did Morris. There was never any jealousy between my
brother and me when it came to the boys. I suppose that was another reason
why Anne had made sure I was the God Father with all the legalities that
were included with the title. Right this minute, that distinction given to
me was the most important thing ever granted me. I was here for my Casey's
need!

      "Well, Kiddo ... wanna talk about what you thought happened?"

      "Uh...guess it didn't bother me that I thought they were there with
me, but I sure wanted to just touch somebody real ... warm and loving real!
I hope that's Ok, Papa."

      "You bet it's OK, Case! I'm here for you, anytime, and for any
reason! And you know what? It's Ok too that you feel like Mom and Dad are
still looking over you. They will always be in your heart...and ought to
be! I know they still love you very much, even though they're up in
Heaven. And I am also glad that they let me be the one to take care of you
now! That was part of their love too...for both of us."

I heard a sigh of relief from my little man, and then his fingers began to
trace my chest as if he was checking out how real I was. I let him explore
a while, all the time I couldn't help getting all boned up. This kid was
unknowingly turning me on with his touching of my sensitive spots. I
treated his exploration the same way I handled Eaton's physical response
earlier. But I had to bite my lip a time or two to keep from giving any
indication of my own reactions to his innocent seeking of security in my
arms.

I fell asleep holding my little Casey in my arms. By morning, I awoke
finding him lying completely on top of me, with his legs squeezed together
on either side of my morning woodie, and his mouth resting on my right
nipple. Fuck! I lost it! My cock busted loose with a quart of hot juices
that flew all over Case's back and legs. I shook like I was being tossed by
an earthquake ... and of course, Casey woke up from all the movement
underneath him. He turned his head until he was looking directly into my
eyes, and the partial shock of his expression drilling right into me like a
hot poker...

      "Uh ... Papa? What happened?"

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End of Chapter Two