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Subject: Raising Boys 62 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticisms are always welcome at hoo A special thanks to the generous readers who have made donations in our name to Nifty. I hope we can all find it in our hearts to do what we can to support the wonderful gift of stories found on this site. Again, fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 62 Russell, Rhett and I went downstairs and all of us grabbed water bottles. Rhett had decided to join Jack, Eli, and Bradley for a swim while Russell and I finished our therapy. The boy took a few more measurements then said he’d like to finish the session with a massage and application of heat. He handed me a towel and told me to lie on my front side while he got some warm oil. The kid had expert hands. Of course, I liked the boy so much at this point he could have done nothing wrong. He kneaded the muscles in my thigh and gently but firmly rubbed all the way down to the ankle. His warm hands and the warm oil felt so good, I actually dozed off as he worked. I only dozed for a few minutes and woke with a start. He was sitting in a chair beside the massage table. I realized he had just been watching me doze. “Are you done?” I asked. “I still need to get the front side but you were dozing,” he said. “Sleep is so important to healing. Even little naps like that can be so therapeutic. I was in no hurry. I took the afternoon off in case your offer to let me swim was still good.” “You bet it’s still good,” I said. “You’ll like Jack and Bradley,” I said. And Rhett’s out there with them. I’ll take you out and introduce you.” “I need to finish the massage,” he said. “You want to flip over?” I turned over and lay on my back. My towel had come loose so I just wadded it up and laid it on my crotch. He spread it out smoothly so that my genitals were covered and he began to massage my leg, beginning at the ankle. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his strong hands as they worked their way up my leg, kneading the tissues. He took the lower part of my leg in his hands and began to bend it back to my chest. As he did, the towel covering me fell to the floor. My cock was tumescent and I was getting harder fast, given the warm oil, the warm hands and the innocent sexiness of my therapist. “Sorry,” Rob,” he said as he bent to retrieve the towel. He handed it to me and I spread it across my genital area. My cock was now tenting the white towel. “Sorry about that, Russ,” I said. “The warm hands and the warm oil…” “I understand,” he said. “It happens a lot and there’s nothing to apologize for. We’re both guys.” “Yes, we are,” I said. “And I think you’re a guy who just isn’t sure of what he wants. Let me be clear. I think you’re an incredibly sexy, handsome boy and I’d love nothing better than to do things with you. I told you earlier, you’ll never feel pressure in this house to do anything at all. If you decide you want to do things with me or with us after you’ve come to terms, I’d love it. But I don’t think you’re ready now, Russ, and the last thing I’d ever want is for you to feel guilty about something you did in the heat of the moment.” His hand was resting on my hairy thigh, inches away from my very hard cock. I put my hand over his. “I think you’re going to enjoy the pool and meeting those guys out there,” I said. “Thanks, Rob,” he said quietly. “You’re probably right and I appreciate you. Could I at least have a hug?” “You can have a hug anytime around here,” I said. He took my arm and pulled me into a sitting position as we embraced. “Rob, thanks for everything,” he said. “I’m pretty sure this is what I want but taking a little more time isn’t a bad idea. When I was there with my hand on your thigh, I really wanted to move that towel out of the way and touch you. I think I wanted to taste you and do other things I’ve thought about for a while now. The truth is that when Rhett’s dad put my hand on his crotch, I got hard immediately. I hated myself for reacting that way. I really hated myself because I knew I was no better than he was.” “You’re a beautiful, special guy and I’m so glad that somehow we got together,” I said. “So am I,” he said. “One more thing. I can’t go out there and swim with the guys. I’ve never been swimming naked. I brought a pair of Speedos to swim in but will they think that’s strange or that I’m judging them? And I’m rock hard right now from touching you and I couldn’t possibly show myself to them with a hard on.” “Russell, buddy, calm down,” I said, giving him another hug. First things first. You go in there in the bathroom and grab a shower. While you’re in there, you can take care of that hardon. Take your Speedo and when you’re finished showering I’ll take you out to meet the other guys. I can assure you they won’t make judgements on you for wearing a suit any more than you’ll be judging them for being naked. Just be forewarned as I’m a very honest guy. I’ll probably be out here beating my meat thinking about you in that shower doing the same thing.” He came to me and hugged me. “You really think I’m a sexy guy?” he asked. “You bet your underpants?” I said. “And you know which underpants I’m talking about.” Russ went in and showered and came out drying his hair and wearing a bright green Speedo with the UAB charger logo on it. He was a cute/hot boy/man and I would have enjoyed spending some sexy time with him. But my better angels were in control. I walked over to him and we hugged again. He came in for a kiss, but I turned so that he got my cheek instead of my mouth. “Buddy,” I said, “if you still want this after you’ve thought it through, I’d love some private time with you. Just don’t rush yourself. Now let’s go meet the guys.” We walked to the pool and I introduced Russell to Jack and Bradley. They seemed to hit it off immediately. Not one word was said about the fact Russ had chosen to wear a swimsuit. He was such an open kid I had a feeling they’d all know a lot about the others by lunch time. Little Eli was dozing on a large towel and the boys had moved an umbrella so that his skin was protected from the sun. When I got back to the guest house, my cell phone was ringing. It was Rick calling to check on me. He wanted to make sure the guys had been taking care of me. He sounded excited as the company he was working with had gone operational in Tennessee as of midnight and things were going smoothly so far. He reported one little glitch at a clinic in Tullahoma but claimed things had been taken care of in twelve minutes. He was marveling at the team the Vanderbilt boys had put together. He said he couldn’t stand being away from us and I could hear in his voice he was being truthful. “Will you be back this evening?” I asked. “You bet your ass I’ll be back there this evening,” he said. “I don’t want to be here a minute longer than I have to. But it is exciting. The plan is to become operational in one additional state each week until our network is operational in all fifty states. This morning it was Tennessee and next Wednesday will be Alabama. I’ll be pretty busy getting things ready, but at least I’ll be there with you guys. We had several of the larger physician and therapy groups being resistant, but I think they’re seeing it’s inevitable now and they all are wanting to get in on the ground floor.” “Rhett sad something about it this morning,” I said. “He seems pretty excited about the whole thing.” “It’s pretty damned exciting, Rob,” he said. “The group that’s been trying to freeze him out is now making some overtures, as is the big ortho group there. I assure you Rhett will be our top priority. I’ll do everything I can to make his situation work. Not only do I fell I treated him badly, he’s a beautiful guy and I really love him.” “Do you know how happy it makes me to hear that, Ricky Miller?” I asked. “I love you,” he said. We signed off and I called Michael. I was on hold for a couple of minutes, and then he came on. “I was just thinking I might call you,” he said. “Actually about a couple of things. But you called me. Pardon my rudeness, Rob, what can I do for you?” “Actually I’m being nosy, Michael,” I said. “Gil says there’s talk about Judge Bowers going around. He says it’s absolutely nothing specific. Have you heard anything?” “I’m in the same boat with Gil,” he said. “There’s been buzz since early yesterday but absolutely no facts. No firm rumors even. We’re all afraid our closet lesbo governor may be about to appoint him to fill that vacant seat on the Alabama Supreme Court. That’s the only thing any of us can figure out.” “Damn,” I said. “I really hope that’s not it but I’m guessing it is. Sorry about the lesbo comment. I think you know I don’t care what variety of sexual organs one chooses for their mouths. I just hate it when some self-hater her shoots down any chance gay couple have in this state at adopting children who need loving homes.” “I understand,” Rob. “I feel the same. Change will come. I know that. We can’t give up.” “I know, Michael. Is there any change in the status on Clifford’s wife?” I asked. “Actually there is but Clifford and Cliff are in my office with Isaiah right now and I’ve got to meet with them. Can I call you back?” “Of course you can,” I said. “Please give them hugs for me and that includes Isaiah.” “Will do, buddy,” he said. “Promise.” I was feeling a little down at the thought of Judge Bowers being elevated to the highest court in the state. He had been such an asshole to Stewart at the church and he had gone to any lengths to protect his felonious thug of a son, no matter what the boy did. His son, Bobby, had raped a young girl at the U. but the judge had made all the records of interrogations and all of the arrest records, as well as the victim and her family totally disappear. The son had been a member of the frat Gil and I were advisors for but he hadn’t shown up at school this term. For that I felt thankful. After hearing how he had shown out on a visit to Southern, getting drunk with his friends and shitting in the brand new pool, I was at least glad we weren’t having to deal with his bullshit. After that call, I spent some quiet time contemplating about little Eli. I knew he needed to be in school, but I didn’t want to risk getting him sucked into the morass that is social services. I knew I had papers appointing me his guardian, but I also knew they might not hold up under any serious scrutiny. I couldn’t decide whom I needed to talk to about this. I considered going to Miss Anderson, the boys’ teacher who had met the child and had said she would welcome him into her class. I thought about going to Principal Walden, as she had offered so kindly to help me if I should ever have any problem. I knew she was dealing with a lot. I knew also that Coach Ennis would help out if I only asked. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the problem and I felt indecisive. I found myself praying that Elliott would just wake up. I realized it was the first time I’d really prayed all alone in my memory. I’d offered blessings over our food and I’d said the Lord’s Prayer in church with others. But it was the first time I had really just found myself doing this. I realized it couldn’t hurt so I finished, then I got up and into the shower to get ready to go and meet Poppy for the afternoon football practice. I was looking forward to having Rhett and Russ join us. Jack and Bradley were picking up our boys so I knew they were in good hands. I enjoyed the hot shower and I took my time, deciding to try out the new shower buddy Rick had installed. Just a little dab of KY and the nozzle slid into me easily. It felt good as it slid into my hole and I turned on the water as I braced against the shower wall. Feeling the warm water go in was a very pleasant sensation. I stopped it a couple of times then let it continue until I was feeling full. I then stepped into the enclosed toilet and released. I did it once more and the water came out clear so I shampooed and finished my shower. I dressed in a red Polo and khaki slacks. I brushed my teeth and added a little splash of Old Spice, just as Rhett, Russell, Jack and Bradley came into the guest house with Eli, heading for the showers. They had invited me join them at Chili’s for lunch and invited me to join them. I accepted. While they showered and dressed, reviewed the materials I had prepared for this evening’s meeting with the frat council. Our immediate goal was to raise just over eight hundred thousand for the new fraternity house. I had been involved in doing the same for the frat at my alum so, while it was huge, I knew we could do it. At the last meeting, we had asked all the council members to talk to the membership and come up with a list of individuals and corporations we could contact regarding donations. I was eager to see what the boys had come up with. We considered taking separate vehicles but decided to ride together since I had to come back home to meet Poppy after his lunch at the Ledges. I enjoyed lunch with the guys and our little one was a perfect gentleman. Russ seemed to be comfortable and open with the others. He shared with the others about his background as a Mormon and how he had lost his mom. I was surprised that he readily discussed he was still a virgin and that he was still very modest as a result of his upbringing. The other guys were open too, with Jack sharing about his mom had killed his father by running him down with a car and the fact that she was serving prison time for her crime. Bradley opened up about his estrangement from both parents and about his dad’s recent marriage to a girl only slightly older than himself. Rhett was very open about his background and told Jack and Bradley about what a philanderer his father was. Russ and Rhett shared the information about how Rhett’s father had hit on Russ when he was a student and his subsequent rejection from the jobs he had hoped for after graduation. The guys asked about Stewart and I told them about escort kocaeli how his mother and his stepsisters were in jail overnight for having assaulted one another in his dying stepfather’s hospital room in Denver. “We’re quite a soap opera, aren’t we,” Rhett chuckled. “From the sound of things, the soap opera could become a murder mystery set in Denver,” I said. “I think Stewart is really worried about what’s going to happen with that situation.” We explained to Russ who Stewart was and how he came to be Flynn’s dad. I had enjoyed a quesadilla with a bowl of chili at lunch and I decided it might be fun to just make a big old pot of chili to have after the meeting instead of the usual pizza. On the way back to the house, we stopped at the market and I got everything I’d need. When we got home, the boys helped me prep the food and we had the chili simmering in no time which made the whole house smell great. I turned it on the very lowest setting and Jack and Bradley agreed to stir it occasionally. Jack and Bradley were excited that they were getting to spend the afternoon with our little ones and Ren. Rhett and Russell transferred the large pot of chili to a pair of slow cookers and turned them on low. The house smelled amazing. Jack and Bradley took off to pick up our boys from school. They had Eli with them and said they were planning to drop by so the boy could see his dad. The thought of Elliott being alone in that hospital for such long periods was weighing on my mind. We really didn’t know whether he might be at all aware of his surroundings. I couldn’t stand the thought that he might wake up alone and have no idea where he was or what had happened to him or to his son. I resolved to have a discussion with Rhett about that as we shared the guest house master bath to freshen up, brush our teeth and get ready to attend the high school football practice with Poppy. I had given Coach Ennis a call before we left for lunch to make sure it would be okay for Rhett and Russell to accompany us and he wholeheartedly approved. He said he would give Brett a heads-up as well. As we were freshening up, Russ shared with me that he had really enjoyed the time he’d spent with Jack and Bradley and me today. He said it felt like he used to feel with his dad and his own brothers before things fell apart for their family. I told him the guys and I had enjoyed his company and I hoped he would feel comfortable with us. I invited him to stick around after practice if he would like. I explained that we’d be having a fraternity council meeting and Bradley could probably use his help wrangling the little ones. He said he’d love to if he could be of help to Bradley. It was very close to time for us to leave when Poppy called to say his lunch had run late and he would have his driver take him directly to the high school field house and we could meet him there. Rhett, Russell and I got into the convertible and put the top down since it was another beautiful afternoon. We headed to the high school field and got there just as the last bell of the day rang and students started pouring out of the school. The football team made their way directly to the field house to start changing for the afternoon practice. Poppy arrived just as we did and Coach Ennis guided us through the noisy boys’ locker room with noisy boys and pants, shirts, underwear, and jockstraps flying everywhere. It was hard not to stop and observe the scenery but we were there for a purpose, although I wasn’t quite sure what the purpose was. Coach E. led us into Brett’s office, which had previously been the office of Coach Rich when I was there before with Derrick. All traces of the previous occupant had been cleared. It looked as though the whole interior of the field house had been freshly painted. I noticed Brett’s desk was free of anything of a personal nature. Poppy said his lunch with Sam and Bea had been really enjoyable and that he could hardly wait to talk to Derrick. He didn’t elaborate further on the outcome of their luncheon but he did say that, with Derrick’s approval they had moved their personal residences as well as their spec homes and the Company building from Bush’s landscape company over to Alejandro. I knew that was a major account for Alejandro and to say I was delighted would be understatement. I made a mental note to call Alejandro to congratulate him on the new business. I asked Poppy if Bea had any news and she had told Poppy that she was hearing there was a very strong chance Governor Dogface would be appointing the deplorable Judge Bowers to the vacancy on the Alabama Supreme Court. I hated to hear that but I had gotten the feeling it was probably inevitable. The only silver lining I could find in that dark cloud was the likelihood he would me moving to Montgomery and taking his asshole of a son with him. Coach E. and Brett joined us, with Brett greeting us warmly. I introduced Rhett and Russell to them and they both extended warm welcomes. Brett seemed really pumped and seemed very different from the quiet, reserved boy I had seen earlier. Today I could see his father in him. Though Brett’s hair was darker and he was not the large man his dad was, the features were very similar. My mind wandered to those days in eighth grade when Coach Jordan, Brett’s father, had started teaching me things. A lot of beautiful, nasty, sexy, unspeakable things. Brett flashed me a smile and I hoped he wasn’t reading my thoughts about my hot times with his father. He and Coach explained their purpose in having us here today was to introduce us to the team and to let the team know we were here with to address any concerns they had on an ongoing basis. He said there would be one additional member on the council for now and said they had felt it best to let the team members themselves determine who that would be. He said he intended to have the athletes submit names and the top five would be voted on by all students in the school who participated in team sports. Brett told the team that Derrick would be joining him as an assistant for the remainder of the season. One of the boys asked about Der and when he would be returning. He asked if Poppy might address that. “Boys,” he began, “I can assure you t here is no place my son or my grandson would rather be than on this field with all of you. Something very troubling has happened and we fear it is possible they could be in danger. I know that you guys wouldn’t want anything to happen to them any more than I would so we have felt it is safe to keep them out of sight. My son’s wife and another man could be intending harm and we just can’t have that. I want you to know that Der is keeping up his school work and his conditioning and he will be back here with all of you as soon as it is safe for him to do so.” We stayed for the entire workout and it was fun to watch these fine young athletes being put through their drills. I saw that Russell was making some notes as he observed the practice. I saw on several occasions Coach Ennis quietly consulting with Brett and finally figured out that the older man was making suggestions to the head coach rather than offering suggestions directly to the athletes. I realized that was the coach’s way of saying he would never encroach on Brett’s territory but that he wanted to help him succeed. It appeared they were developing a comfortable working relationship. I had seen coach in action as a mentor with Jack, Bradley and my own son and there were few better at it. From time to time, the coach would put his hand on the younger boy’s arm or put a shoulder around him. It warmed some spot in me to see these two guy s bonding and it warmed a special spot in me when I remembered their hotness in the shower the previous day. I wondered just how many coaches had special relationships with their athletes. I had a feeling it happened much more often than the general public ever suspected or would ever find believable. Why would a man even be drawn to the world of locker rooms, jockstraps and naked boys if he didn’t find it all enjoyable and titillating? I knew in my own experience it had happened a significant number of times. No one would ever have suspected Coach Jordan of enjoying my young cock behind closed doors. The same went for the very married Coach Ennis, father of two, and I knew how he loved his sexy times with Jack and Ren, among others. I found I was getting a hardon as I sat watching all these handsome boys and thinking sexy thoughts. “What do you think, Rob?” It was Poppy who had joined me on the bench on the sidelines. “I’m afraid my thoughts were wandering, Poppy,” I said. “Just pondering weighty matters.” “There’s a very weighty matter I’m about to burst to discuss but I’ve promised not to say a word until we can all sit down together.” “I won’t press you, Poppy,” I said, “but I take it that means your meeting with the sisters went well.” “Better than I could have dreamed,” he said. “And Bea and I are having dinner tonight.” “That’s great,” I said. “Where are you taking her?” “She’s fixing dinner for me at her home,” he said. “She said Sam and Casper were taking Gil’s girls out to dinner and she invited me to join her for a simple supper.” “Simple supper at that house probably means filet mignon, escargot, and every exotic dish you could imagine,” I chuckled. Brett dismissed the guys and told them to head for the lockers. He also told them the days of leaving the locker room as a disaster area were over and they were not to leave until he had an inspection. We walked back to the field house with coach and Brett and returned to Brett’s office. The locker area was again a wild area with boys in various stages of undress running in and out of the showers. I had realized I was becoming very voyeuristic and just decided to enjoy the sights. We all made it through the bedlam to Brett’s office. When he closed the door to the locker room, the office was very quiet. I realized this building had been well-designed and the design well-executed. We all took our seats and Brett asked our thoughts. We all told him he seemed to have the athletes’ respect and attention throughout the practice. Brett explained there had been some disciplinary issues leftover from the previous coach, but most of the troublemakers had left, whether by choice or expulsion. He and coach Ennis said they felt they had some real talent and some guys who were really willing to put forth effort to get better. Brett asked Russell and Rhett for their thoughts. Russell expressed some concerns regarding stamina. He said, as I had noticed, the team seemed to wear down and seemed tired about two thirds of the way through the practice. Most of them had appeared winded. Russ asked about how much endurance training they had been doing and he was told they had done essentially none. He said that was not something the previous coach had emphasized, placing more emphasis on hitting hard at the beginning and racking up a big enough lead to just make it through the fourth quarter. Russ recommended the entire team start work on endurance training and said he would be glad to share some techniques. Brett said he would appreciate it. Rhett asked Coach Ennis if it was true all athletic contracts were being renegotiated. “Immediately,” said Coach Ennis. “The relationships were so murky I’m tossing them all. Coach Rich was taking payoffs from so many people. I knew he was a creep but I had no idea how dirty he was. Every athlete in every sport is required to have a physical examination before they attend even one practice. There are files on every athlete. Over half the files have no record of a physical evaluation, much less a report. That has to be remedied immediately. I have asked several athletes who have never even heard of the policy and report they were never examined, yet there are bills submitted from healthcare providers for every athlete you saw on that field which have been paid by the school system. That stops and it stops immediately.” “If possible, I’d like to make a pitch for providing medical care and training for the team,” Rhett said. “I’m looking at partnering with a new orthopaedic surgeon in town and we would love to do mainly sports medicine. We’re small, but we will not overextend ourselves. I’m liking what I’ve seen with young Russell here and I intend to see if I might be able to bring him on board. Would that interest you, Brett?” he asked. “Very much,” Brett said. “I’d love to have a sit down as soon as possible, if Coach Ennis is agreeable.” “I’m only here to support you, son,” he said. “I’ve seen enough already to trust your decision making skills. Just know I’m here to back you up in the decisions you make and I’ll never override you without our having a discussion about things. That’s a promise. I’m very concerned about all these kids playing without a physical exam. I can authorize payment for those evaluations without a contract in place.” As I watched these two, I had a strong feeling there could be some fun in the shower after we and all the athletes got out of here. I was glad to see that Brett finally had a father figure and I knew Coach had room for another damaged boy. Brett went out to inspect the lockers and everything was in great condition. Rhett and Russell were going to stay and talk further with Brett. Coach Ennis agreed to give Poppy and me a ride home as Poppy had dismissed his driver. On the drive home, I asked Coach how he was liking his new role. “I’m loving every minute of it,” he said. “I never thought I would, so I’m really surprised. I always thought all I wanted to do was hands on coaching, but I’m finding this such a challenge. It’s really a dream job. I have position s for coaches to be filled in every sport except swimming, wrestling and football. It’s a helluva challenge but I’m looking forward to it. Especially knowing I have the support of you guys and the new principal. It’s a challenge I’ve needed without even knowing I needed it. I’d really appreciate it if you two kocaeli anal yapan escort would take part in the interviews for new coaches I’m lining up. I’ve got a lot of ground I’m covering here and it would be all too easy to miss something.” “Of course you can count on us, Coach,” Poppy said. “My grandson has this year and one more and Rob will have kids there for the next twelve years. You can bet we want things to be better for our boys.” When we arrived home, Coach went inside with us. We all grabbed beers and Coach went in to check on our little ones. Landry and Flynn were working on their assignments coach had developed for them and both boys were elated to see him, as were Jack and Bradley who were helping the boys. The little ones were all over him and he seemed equally glad to see our boys. He carried both boys into the kitchen where Ren and Kurt were working on some math problems. Landry and Flynn ran to get Eli to introduce him to Coach. Coach picked the quiet, beautiful child and held him. Eli’s hand immediately went for Coach’s chest. We all smiled at that. Rick came in from his trip to Nashville and was greeted with hugs and jumping boys. Eli was on him immediately hugging him as if they hadn’t seen each other for years. Coach took off for home, hopeful he might have a rare quiet night with his family. Kurt, Ren and Bradley had agreed to entertain the boys while the rest of us were involved in our frat meeting but the boys really wanted pizza, so they agreed to take them out to dinner. They took the little ones upstairs to get them dressed while Poppy went to the guest house to shower and change for his dinner with Bea. Jack, Rick and I were setting out snacks for our guests and icing down beer and sodas when Rhett and Russ returned from their meeting with Brett. Russ said good night after we confirmed our next therapy appointment for Friday at ten. I was feeling a little gritty and sweaty after being at the football practice so I decided to head down to the guest house for a quick shower. Rick and Rhett and Jack joined me. Poppy had finished his shower and was already dressed. He said goodbye and headed to the house to wait for his driver to pick him up and deliver him to Bea’s for dinner. The hot water felt good. Rhett said he was feeling quite positive about his discussion with Brett and Russell. He said Russell was a sharp kid and his dad’s therapy group would one day be sorry they hadn’t kept therapists like him. Brett had given the go ahead to Rhett to start providing physicals to athletes who had not been examined and Russell had agreed to help him out. The agreement was that they would be paid per physical exam and Rhett said the fee offered by Brett had been very generous. Rhett, Russell and the new orthopaedist were scheduled to meet tomorrow with Brett to further discuss a contract for provision of medical services and sports training for the remainder of the season. Rhett and Rick discussed the possibility of CompMed, the company he was working with in Nashville might be suited for what Rhett had in mind so they agreed to talk later. We all behaved ourselves in the shower, although Jack was being flirty with Rick, which was fun to watch. We all dressed and headed up to the main house with a few minutes to spare before our guests were scheduled to arrive. Rick, Rhett and I each grabbed fresh beers while Jack made sure we were ready for our guests. Kurt, Bradley and Ren took off with the little ones to have their pizza, probably to be followed by a round of miniature golf, if they could squeeze it in before bedtime. Gil was the first to arrive and I handed him a beer. We all went into the living room and took seats. It was amazing how quiet the house was with all the little ones gone. Gil indicated everything was status quo at his place and said Sam and Casper were fine. I asked Gil if there had been any more buzz around the court house on Judge Bowers. He said there was a lot of buzz but no real information. He said our Governor had announced a news conference for very early tomorrow morning at which she was expected to announce that Judge Bowers would be appointed to the State Supreme Court. He said numerous attempts had been made to dissuade her, including a major push by the Alabama Bar Association and by some of her supporters but that Judge Bowers had been a major contributor to her reelection campaign. She had been elevated to the office of governor after the forced resignation of her predecessor, an ancient Church of Christ Elder who had gotten caught with a young girlfriend. His marriage had ended in divorce and he had barely escaped jail and only because he was a member of the party holding all the power in the state. So Governor Feckless was planning a very early morning news conference to announce her decision. Gil speculated she was holding it so early because she’s always so drunk by noon, she can’t put a sentence together. I told him if I had to watch that, every television in our home was likely to end up in the swimming pool. We all shared a laugh. Gil asked Rhett if he had met any ob-gyn’s since moving here that he might recommend He leveled with Rhett that his older daughter, Meg, was expressing interest in sex and he would like to have birth control pills prescribed. Gil also explained how he and his wife had an unwanted pregnancy which had altered their lives and, while he loved his children, he didn’t want that for any of his own daughters. He said he had intended to use Dr. Goldman, but had been unable to get an appointment before the man died. He also said he had taken the daughter to the doctor who had been treating the girls since their births, but he adamantly refused to even consider prescribing any birth control for unmarried women. Rhett said he had not met any ob-gyn’s but offered to do an exam on Meg and, if everything looked okay, he would have no problem prescribing the pills for the girl. They agreed to set up a time they could get together and do that. Rhett and I then told the group about our discoveries at Dr. Goldman’s home. We told them about the huge stash of exam videos of the doctor’s patients, obviously taken on a hidden camera in the physician’s office, going back years. We also told them about the video of Dr. Goldman’s son, Elliott, whom we had seen strapped down to an exam table with his hands tied and being treated in a sadistic manner by his own father. Elliott was approximately the same age as Rhett, so we estimated that video had been made at least fifteen years earlier. We explained the videos we had seen were of medical examinations where the pediatrician would stimulate his young patients to a state of near climax or orgasm, then shut things down, denying the children any kind of finish. Jack, Rick, and Gil were amazed, although Gil and I had been somewhat suspicious of the doctor the day we had taken Casper to him and he had teased the boy within an inch of climax, and then ended the exam so abruptly. The guys were amazed at what we had found. Just hearing about it also had all of our pants tented in the crotch area. “OH God,” Jack said, “I feel so guilty getting a hardon over that. Am I going to hell for this?” I stood up, showing my pants were tented also. “You beautiful boy,” I said, “if there even is a hell and you’re going for that, you’ll have some company.” We all stood and we were all tented. “Time for another round of beers,” Rhett said. As we headed to get beers, the doorbell rang. It was the rest of the guys. Jeff, Barry, Mark, Matt and Spence all came in together. We had given them the gate code in the email they received about the meeting. Jeff was legal, so he grabbed a beer while the other boys all got waters or sodas. We introduced Rick and Rhett to the group, explaining Rick had been an adviser to the E’s at Southern when I was and that Rhett had been an E at Southern at that time. We spent a few minutes in general conversation. All the guys were very welcoming to Rick and Rhett and seemed appreciative of their offer to help. I told the guys we had chili ready for after the meeting so we hoped they would all stick around and partake. It was such a beautiful night, we decided to meet out on the patio. All the outdoor lights Alejandro had installed were turned on and it was a beautiful setting. We all agreed to get our business out of the way and then enjoy the hot tub and the pool. All the boys looked great tonight. I thought maybe I caught Matt’s eyes a couple of time. He was a very handsome black student who was a theatre major. He had seemed very quiet on his previous visit, but he seemed more relaxed tonight. He had greeted me with a warm hug which I thought might have lasted a couple of seconds longer than expected. He was wearing shorts and a tight Polo shirt which showed off his thick upper body. As I had before, I noted his strong, deep voice, like that of a young James Earl Jones. I noticed his fragrance. I knew it was one I had smelled but I couldn’t recall the name. We locked eyes several times during the evening and each time it happened, he would flash me one of his handsome smiles, which I returned. The meeting went well. We had asked the membership to submit names of potential donors, both individuals and corporate. We had over three hundred on our lists and we began work on a letter to be sent to each. Rick was very good at suggestions for the initial letter going out and Rhett offered several suggestions as well as adding a number of names to the list of potential donors. We agreed to meet in two weeks at which time the letter would be completed and we would vote on approval. That done, we agreed to adjourn to the kitchen for some chili, followed by hot tub and swimming time. Just before we broke up the meeting, Jeff, one of our tall ginger boys, reported Bobby Bowers was seen on campus attending a class in Manger Hall. Apparently he had been permitted to attend the class and was again enrolled for the term. It was agreed that, since there had been no conviction, it was likely he would be allowed to attend, but it was agreed he would not be permitted to participate in any fraternity activities. Gil said he would check the procedure for formally eliminating him from membership and would report back what we should do. We had all hoped he would just go away and that was still what we were wishing would happen. The boys were dishing up large bowls of the chili with sour cream grated cheese, chopped chives and all the things that make chili great when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone and was initially alarmed that Poppy or one of our boys might have gotten ill during dinner. Jack went to answer the door as I fixed a large bowl of red for the Jack and prepared to do one for myself. All the guys had gotten their bowls of chili and had taken their seats on the patio with fresh beverages. That was when Jack returned, a frightened look in his eyes, accompanied by two boys I didn’t immediately recognize. That was until I recognized the larger of the boys as Bobby Bowers. The boy had put on some weight since the picture I had seen of him. Both boys were carrying baseball bats, which seemed to be the weapon of choice with thugs in this area. “My buddy and I decided to crash this fucking tea party,” Bobby said with an evil laugh. “Did the rest of the queens leave already? Looks like only the old man and pussyboy Jack are left. How disappointing. We were ready to kick the asses of a whole bunch of faggots.” “Bobby, I said, “you really don’t want to do this.” “Shut the fuck up,” he screamed, taking his baseball bat and knocking the crockpot off the counter. It went crashing to the floor, shattering the pot and splashing the hot, red liquid all over the walls in the kitchen. He wielded the bat as if he was going to hit me in the head and his buddy raised his bat in a threatening manner to Jack. “Bobby, if you leave now, we won’t call anyone,” I said. “Just leave us alone and we’ll…” “Who the fuck you gonna call, faggot?” the boy screamed at me, looking as if he were ready to bring the bat down on my head. “You gonna call the ghostbusters?” Bobby yelled with a vile laugh. “You’re gonna need a lot more help than your little pussyboy friend here! Set that other pot down on the floor here, Randall,” Bobby instructed his friend. We watched as his buddy ripped the power cord from the wall and set the slow cooker on the floor of the kitchen. I watched as Bobby undid his belt and unfastened the jeans he was wearing. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he lowered his pants to his ankles, exposing his fat, white ass and squatted over the pot, his legs spread, preparing to take a shit into the crock pot. He and his buddy were laughing loudly as he proceeded to defecate into the pot, filled with chili. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?” The voice was Rick’s. The voice was quiet, but dangerous. Bobby stood up immediately when he saw Rick and the other guys coming through the patio doors but he wasn’t fast enough. Bobby raised his bat to strike at Rick, his jeans still around his ankles, causing him to trip. His buddy went with his bat for Jeff but he was no match for the tall, gentle giant. Jeff grabbed the bat and twisted the boy’s arm behind him painfully. The boy was screaming at Jeff to let him go. Rick had by now taken Bobby’s bat away from him and had him on the floor in a chokehold, the fat boy’s pants now having worked themselves down over his shoes. “Who the fuck are these idiots, Rob?” Rick asked in his most threatening voice. I knew the old Rick had seen his share of bar fights and had participated in plenty of them. I explained to Rick who Bobby was and told him I didn’t know the other boy. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?” Rick asked the boy. The boy was silent. “Break his fucking arm, Jeff,” Rick said. Jeff applied pressure and I thought the guy’s arm might snap at any moment. “No, no, Wait, wait,” the boy begged. “I’m Randall – Randall izmit yabancı escort Petty. Please let me go. You’re hurting my arm.” “If I tell him to, he’ll break your fucking arm, boy,” Rick said. “He can snap t hat fucker like a goddamn twig.” “Leave my friend alone, asshole!” Bobby shouted. “You better get your nasty goddamned hands off both of us. I’ll have both your asses arrested for assault and you’ll do hard time. My daddy will see to that. You have no idea who you’re fucking with! Let us go and let us go now, asshole!” “I think not, fat fuck,” Rick said very quietly. “Jack, will you go out to the garage and see if you can find some rope, please? It won’t take much. I think we need to interrogate these boys.” “You won’t interrogate shit, man,” Bobby spat at Rick. “You don’t know who I am or who my daddy is. You’re in some deep shit if you don’t let us both go right now.” Rick laughed at him which made Bobby even more furious. Jack returned with the rope and handed it to Rick. Barry helped hold the struggling boy still while Rick trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He removed the boy’s pants so that the boy was now naked from the waist down and his wrists were bound and pulled through his legs. The boy’s fat white ass was totally exposed as Rick tied one end of a thin rope around the boy’s genitals and held the other end in his hand. He gave the rope a hard tug and Bobby howled in pain as it jerked on his tender nut sac. Rick laughed as he howled. He then handed the rope to Jack while he and Barry took off the other thug’s pants and tied him up in the same way. Rick then took a pair of shears and cut the boy’s tee shirt up the middle all the way to the neck exposing the boy’s fat, hairy titties. Although Bobby was quite winded, the boy continued to yell and curse, threatening bad things would happen if he weren’t released. “Shut the fuck up right now!” Rick said. “Now, fat boy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing coming into this house uninvited and committing what is very clearly assault and vandalism?” “I think you better shut your fucking smart mouth,” Bobby yelled at Rick. “Your ass is going to end up in jail if you harm a hair on my head, my daddy is…” He was interrupted by Rick jerking the hell out of the rope, causing the boy severe pain in his exposed nuts. He followed the rope jerk with a painful grab of one of Bobby’s big old boy tits, causing him to scream in pain as Rick pinched the living hell out of his nipple. “Fuuuuuuuck!” the boy shouted, trying to shield his tender sac. “One more word from you, motherfucker and I’ll jerk that tiny dick and those nuts right off your fucking body,” Rick said threateningly. Bobby continued to moan in pain as Rick turned his attention to the other boy. “Now, son,” he began quietly, “if you don’t want those worthless nuts of yours cut right off, you’ll start talking.” “Mister,” the boy began, “all I know is Bobby told me he had been mistreated by these boys and he intended to get even. He got a letter saying he had been thrown out of the fraternity and he wanted to teach them a lesson and make sure he got back in. He said we were just gonna have some fun and bash a few faggot heads in and fuck up some homos. I didn’t want to come with him but he made me.” Thanks, son.” He said. “I’m gonna give you some free advice. You need to find some better fucking friends and you better do it fast. You’ve actually got kind of a cute little ass on you. All those horny guys down at the jail will be fighting over that nice, round ass. By the time you’re released, your hole will be the size of fucking Texas and you’ll have sucked more dick than Richard Simmons.” Then Rick walked over to the knife block on the counter and took out a large boning knife. He went and knelt beside where Bobby was still writhing in pain from the last pulling of his nuts. Rick told the boy not to move. He put the tip of the boning knife right up against the boy’s nut sac. Bobby was clearly afraid the man was crazy enough to castrate him. “Boy, I grew up on a farm,” he said quietly with an evil smile. “I helped my daddy denut cattle every year and I loved doing it. I could cut those nuts off you in two seconds and feed them to you. I can cut that little shriveled dick off you too and feed it to both of you but I don’t think there’s enough pecker meat there to share. Do you understand that, boy?” Bobby nodded. His friend looked terrified. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do if you don’t shut your goddamned fucking mouth and do everything I say. If that is clear, you will answer `yes sir.'” “Yes, sir,” the boy said quietly, through gritted teeth. Rick ran the very tip of the knife up the seam in the boy’s big ball sac. Bobby’s dick had shriveled to the point of invisibility out of fear. The boy was afraid to move, knowing one whack would denut him forever. “Do you believe I would take great pleasure in cutting those nasty nuts right off your body?” Rick asked. “Yes, sir,” the boy whispered. “All righty, boy,” Rick said, “if you want to keep your nuts � and the same goes for your friend � you boys are going to clean up every bit of this nasty mess you’ve made. Start licking this chili off the goddamned floor without another word. When you’ve cleaned it with your tongues, then I may give you a couple of spoons to eat the chili you took a shit in.” We were all laughing out loud as Bobby and his buddy were gagging. “Cut that shit out right now and start licking that floor,” Rick said as he and Jeff held the boys’ faces to the floor and they started to lick the chili off the floor. There were beans and chunks of meat everywhere and we watched as the boys, without using their hands licked and ate the mess they had made. Rick encouraged us to all get fresh beers as we watched our friends put on a floor show. Rick pulled me aside and asked if I knew any law enforcement people I could trust and I immediately thought of Isaiah. He had me call him and Isaiah said he could be here in about thirty minutes. I thanked him and we all sat around d heckling the thugs as they licked spicy chili off my kitchen floor. Rick sat at the kitchen table right beside the two boys. When it looked as though they might balk or if they started gagging, he would pick up that big boning knife and they would get back to work. Gil and Jack had been taking pictures since the episode began so that we would have evidence of what had happened. They somehow failed to get any pictures of Rick threatening to denut the Bowers boy. As the kitchen clean-up continued, I shared with the entire group how Bobby had blown a full scholarship to Southern by showing up at the school drunk with his buddies and they all had thought it clever to shit in the new swimming pool. Even with all power his father had, he had lost the scholarship, he had been forbidden to set foot on campus and his dad had lost the honor of heading up a capital campaign for the college. We were all laughing as the boys were getting really full now and starting to retch. The boys had eaten most of the chili which had gone on the floor when the pot was shattered. Rick now untied one of Bobby’s hands and put a pail of soapy water down, handing him a rag to wipe the floor with. Bobby bitched that his buddy wasn’t given a rag and water but Jack picked up the boning knife and he shut the fuck up. When the floor was clean, Rick sat both boys down at the table. The crock pot into which Bobby had crapped was on the table between them Rick took a large spoon used to stir while cooking and set it down between them. He instructed them that they would alternate eating spoonfuls of the tainted chili until the pot was empty. Both boys started to balk, but Rick lifted the knife and both shut the fuck up. Rick took the large spoon and dipped it into the now cold tainted chili. He handed the full spoon to Bobby and picked up the knife. The boy took the spoonful of greasy chili and, after retching, managed to get it down. The same was done with his friend. They alternated spoonfuls until the pot was almost empty. At the point Rick picked up the pot in both his hands and lifted it over Bobby’s head. He poured what was left in the pot directly on the boy’s head, the greasy mess matting his hair and running down his face and chest. Then he made the boy get back down and clean the table and the floor with his tongue the additional mess he had created. When Rick was satisfied with the cleaning job, he sat both boys down at the table and presented them statements Gil had prepared while all of us were watching the boys clean up their mess. They were confessions admitting the boys had come into the house uninvited and had assaulted us as well as committing vandalism. “You will both sign these,” Rick said. You can stuff those motehrfuckers up your fucking ass, you goddamn homo. I ain’t signing shit, faggot!” Bobby shouted. Rick jerked him up from the chair and pushed him where he was bent over the table, his ass and nuts exposed. Rick took the rope and started pulling, as if he were going to pull the nuts off the boy’s body. Bobby started screaming in pain as Rick and the rest of us laughed at him. Rick then took a wooden spoon and started whacking the boy’s swollen nutsack as he screamed, begging him to stop. My nuts were starting to hurt just from watching the action. Bobby’s friend started begging to be allowed to sign. “Please, mister,” Randall begged, “let me sign it. I’ll be glad to sign it and I’ll confess to the police everything that happened. I swear I will.” Rick put the confession in front of the boy and he signed it as Bobby, now seated again at the table, glared at him. Rick again put the confession in front of Bobby. The boy attempted to spit on Rick’s face, but he missed as Rick dodged the nasty glob. “Bobby, “Rick said, “you have really pissed me off here tonight, boy. I haven’t been this pissed off in a long time. I wasn’t sure I could even be this pissed off. But I’m going to tell you something.” Rick’s voice was quieter than ever. We all had to listen carefully to even hear him, but Bobby could hear him because Rick’s mouth was right next to the boy’s ear. “Now, buddy boy,” Rick said, “you’re going to put your name on that piece of paper in front of you or you’re going to be very unhappy with me. I’ll beat those big old worthless nuts of yours until they’re black and blue and then I’ll cut them off and feed one to you and one to your buddy. You have an appetite for nuts after all that chili, boy? You still hungry for some big old redneck boy nuts?” he asked quietly. “Fuck you, homo,” Bobby answered. Rick exploded. He suddenly jerked the boy up out of the chair and bent him over the table. Rick took the wooden spoon and proceeded to pound the boy’s tender nutsac. Rick had his hand on the lower part of the boy’s back, holding him still while he used his knee to keep the boy’s legs spread open. He pounded that nut sac beyond belief. Bobby was howling now and begging him to stop but Rick kept it up. The boy’s nuts had gone from pink to red and there were a couple of spots that looked as if they were about to begin to bleed. I knew it had to be painful. Rick continued to pound those nuts as Bobby screamed. I couldn’t believe the boy hadn’t passed out. Jack stepped in and gently took Rick’s hand holding the wooden spoon. He put his arm around Rick’s neck and kissed his cheek. Rick stopped pounding the boy’s battered testicles. “I think he’s ready to sign now, “Jack said quietly. Jack then put the knife into Rick’s hand. “If he’s not ready to sign,” Jack said quietly, “all of us will hold him down while you cut both those worthless nuts off of him.” Bobby was now crying and begging to sign the confession. Jack put the pen in his hand and Bobby signed, still crying. Then the doorbell rang. It was Deputy Isaiah Willard. When Bobby saw the man in uniform, he seemed to feel empowered and immediately started telling him who his father was and how he’d be in trouble if he didn’t get him out of this house. Deputy Willard shushed him and listened as I reported how the two had come in and what they had done. I gave him all of our statements as well as the two signed confessions. “Son,” Isaiah said to Bobby, “I have no choice but to place you under arrest as all these men have given statements that you came in here uninvited and assaulted two individuals. We take those charges seriously so we’ll head down to the court house where you’ll be locked up. Once processing is done, you’ll be allowed a phone call. I’m afraid it’s been a busy night so that may take a while.” “You’ll regret this, you piece of shit son of a bitch,” Bobby shouted at the deputy. “My dad will have your badge and your balls and you won’t be able to get a job in animal protection services in this state.” Bobby was raising hell as Isaiah handcuffed both boys with their hands behind them. We were conveniently unable to find their pants or underpants, so the boys were both walked out to the deputy’s vehicle totally naked below the waist. Our guys took numerous pictures as the prisoners yelled nasty threats and epithets at all of us. I pulled Isaiah aside and told him of the rumors the boy’s father was likely to be appointed to the State Supreme Court the following morning. Isaiah knew of the father’s reputation as well as Bobby’s and said he would protect himself and his co-workers. As he left, he whispered how much he had enjoyed the encounter with Rhett and me and said he’d very much like to have a return engagement. He even sneaked me a kiss on the cheek before he left with Bobby and his buddy in tow. “Since our dinner was so rudely interrupted, I’ve ordered pizza and it should be delivered in about ten minutes,” Gil announced. We got fresh beers and the younger guys sodas and all regrouped on the patio. We were all laughing about the boys’ treatment and applauding Rick’s badass routine “It’s going to be sorry day for Alabama tomorrow when our idiot governor announces Bobby’ Bowers’ daddy as the newest justice on the State Supreme Court,” Gil said. “Yes,” I agreed, “but just imagine how the new justice will feel when a few hours later pictures of his fatass son naked and waddling in handcuffs are released to every social media outlet, newspaper and television in the state

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