Devil Dawg Donnelly

Devil Dawg Donnelly's

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Part Twenty Four

It had probably been less than half an hour since the evening's festivities had concluded and Max and Billy had left to escort Hank and Jake over to Carl's house, where they would be staying while visiting.

Gavin sat across the table from him and Carl had decided to use the time to go over the finer details of what all Gavin had done to gather the intel they had used to help secure both Michael and Kent.

Carl was actually impressed with Gavin's skill's and even more impressed in the calm demeanor and out of the box methodology he incorporated in his approach in what Carl would have referred to as tactical recon.

Though it was true what he did wasn't exactly legal, his technique showed a high level of cognitive development especially in problem solving, something Carl rarely found in someone almost twice his age and Carl couldn't help but speculate about what this young man might achieve if properly mentored and guided, thinking that if he were suitably motivated and vetted he'd probably make one hell of a tactician.

Carl smiled inwardly as his keen sense of smell deduced at least two of those motivating factors emanating from the sandy haired youth, the scent of honey and freshly dug earth and a faint hint of Billy's DNA masked by spearmint toothpaste.

His real concern was actually geared toward Gavin himself: "Don't take this the wrong way Gavin..." Carl declared, knowing he potentially was treading on thin ice: "As I understand it, you and Billy have just started hanging out together, so I have to wonder why you would be so willing to risk your neck for him?" It didn't escape Carl's attention that Gavin blushed slightly while diverting his eyes downward to stare at the half empty can of beer in front of him before responding: "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help someone who has been there for me when I needed it?" There it was, Carl thought to himself, knowing exactly what Gavin was referring too but had as of yet spoken aloud; Carl wondered to himself if Gavin had ever actually vocalized the word to anyone else before: "And exactly how has Billy been there for you might I ask?" Carl knew the answer, he just wondered if Gavin could be prodded into admitting it, personally knowing how cathartic it could be saying it aloud for the first time.

Gavin's continued silence spoke volumes as he continued to avoid looking at him directly and just as Carl reached over and covered Gavin's hand with his own, he timidly responded: "He just helped me deal with something I was having trouble with, that's all."

Carl could hear the sincerity and admiration in his voice and now feared it may be more than that or had the potential to develop into more.

One thing became forefront in Carl's thoughts, the old adage "those who don't learn from history are condemned to repeat it" repetitiously played in his head, and his thoughts swam with the similarities between Billy and Baxter's relationship and his and Max's, knowing where that would leave Gavin in the long run, and it was with that thought in mind that Carl decided to give Gavin a not so gentle nudge, hopefully in the right direction: "Are you saying he figured out you are gay?" He didn't really know exactly how Gavin would respond to that declaration but he most certainly wasn't expecting the boy to look him directly in the eyes and state as a matter of fact: "I'm not going to ask how you knew, since we both know it's just as simple as it takes one to know one"

Carl chuckled to himself, gone was the meek and timid facade, the mask Gavin wore to protect himself from those who he calculated as potential physical threats, in its place surfaced the keen methodical intellect Carl knew hid within; sharp, clear eyes stared knowingly back at him: "Fair enough..." He began, his amusement reflective in his intonation: "And not entirely inaccurate." they both giggled as Carl squeezed his hand playfully before releasing it adding: "But just so you know, for future reference, spearmint toothpaste doesn't cover up as much as you think it does."

Carl laughed audibly as Gavin's cheeks flushed in myriad shades of red before he too nervously joined him in laughter.

Once again Carl was reminded of the similarities between Max and his son, especially in how they often chose to help those they felt needed them, and he couldn't help but wonder why the Donnelly men often felt the best way to help those they took under their wing had to always involve the use of their dicks, and as he pondered that, he had another realization, if Max and Billy saw that part of their purpose was to help others attain their true potential, then perhaps he should take a cue from their playbook, maybe he needed his own project and maybe that project sat right across the table from him.

True, he wasn't of the Heritage, but after a week of epiphanies, what was one more; Max certainly didn't let that deter him, in fact he was determined that those who shared a distant connection with them should be included in the impending shakeup and Carl was looking at one right now, one that was just as full of potential as either Brock or Timmy and one whose attributes best suited his skill-set to develop.

One thing was certain, he would need Max's approval first and Carl mentally added this to his list of topics he and Max needed to discuss once he could get him alone.

Carl spent a few more minutes talking to Gavin and as they sat there going over some of the finer details of what Gavin had done to acquire his intel and assuring himself that Gavin had indeed done a fairly good job at hopefully covering his tracks, that he noticed, through the open kitchen window, an unfamiliar vehicle pull into the driveway, headlights off as it cruised silently to a stop before a large figure get out, heading in the general direction toward the front door.

Carl could feel the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he caught his unfamiliar scent in the evening breeze wafting through the kitchen window, he could feel every muscle in his body tense up as he started to stand and move toward the front door cautiously, whoever this man was, everyone of Carl's senses was telling him he was potentially formidable and with just him and two sixteen year old boys in the house to protect and with what they had just been through in the last few hours, Carl wasn't in the mood to take any chances.

Carl's defensive posture quickly changed to offensive as he noted that the large figure didn't come to the front door as he first suspected but instead changed trajectory and headed toward the carport and the path to the back of the trailer.

His Marine Corps training kicked in as Carl first looked over to Gavin who had since risen as well, a questioning look on his face and Carl silently gestured for him to get down as his hand slowly turned the doorknob of the front door and as quietly as he could, opened it only far enough to squeeze through, slipping onto the porch in a crouched position and peering as stealthily as possible through the side rails just in time to see the figure disappear around the corner.

Carl's adrenaline induced senses kicked into overdrive as he was certain he had seen that the figure had something in his left hand, but it was to dark to make out what it was, Carl gave himself a silent rebuke for not having his own weapon at his disposal, having left it in his truck, which Max and Billy had borrowed to escort Hank and Jake over to his house.

His mind raced for alternatives before eyeing the porch post and looking upward and calculating the distance between the top of the post and the extended eaves of the porch roof.

With no viable weapon other than his wits, Carl settled on stealth and surprise as his most reasonable and attainable approach.

Carl silently shimmied his way up the front post, his left arm extending until he could firmly clasp the edge of the soffit and swinging himself over until he could clasp it with both hands and then pull himself upward and flip himself on top of the porch roof.

Moving as silently as a gentle breeze, Carl traversed the distance to the back of the trailer and crouched down to peer over the edge, studiously watching as the tall figure made his way down the back sidewalk toward the patio and the back entrance.

Timing himself perfectly, Carl waited until the figure passed directly below him before launching himself from the rooftop and hurling himself toward the large, lone figure's unprotected back and landing with perfect precision, less than two feet behind him.

Carl dropped into a crouching stance, swinging his left leg outward in a roundhouse kick that landed forcibly against the figures ankles, sweeping him off his feet, plunging him forward at a left angle, the object in his hand scattering to the side of him a few feet away as went face first into the grass beside the sidewalk.

To Carl's amazement, the stranger tucked and pivoted into a roll as he hit the ground and with near cat like reflexes leapt into a standing defensive posture now facing him, before charging directly toward him, his broad shoulders aimed perfectly at Carl's midriff and with such speed, Carl barely had time to spin sideways and launch his countermeasure, slamming his knee squarely into the mans chest, causing him to double over before rolling over his back, clasping his left wrist in his hand and twisting it upward against the middle of his back.

Using the full force of his weight to propel the figure forward and slamming him against the side of the trailer; Carl marveled at the shear strength of his adversary, noting it was taking everything he had to hold him in that position and that if he didn't incapacitate him quickly he may not be able to hold him for long.

Carl swung his other arm around the straining, hulking figures neck, the fingers of his right hand deftly clutching his upper thorax as he began to apply the necessary pressure to his coratid artery to cut the blood flow to his brain and cause him to pass out. It was at that moment that the patio lights came on and both JD and Gavin stepped out.

Carl was just about to shout at the boys to get back into the house when he noted the look of distress and panic on JD's face as he moved quickly toward them."Uncle Carl stop!" JD shouted, imploring him to release the large figure that had now stopped struggling against him as his choke hold began to have its desired effect.

Still confused, Carl released the powerful mystery man and watched as he slid down to one knee, coughing and gasping for breath, he watched as JD practically came skidding to a stop, dropping down to first hug and then frantically check him for injury asking him desperately over and over again if he was okay.

"Would someone mind explaining exactly what the hell is going on here?! Carl demanded sternly, looking from JD to Gavin for answers, Gavin only shrugging his shoulders as JD continued to console what Carl could now see was a young man, probably roughly around the same age as Billy, maybe even a little younger, but considerably larger and at this close proximity Carl could now detect something else, something everyone within the Heritage could detect when encountering one of their own.

"JD I asked you a question and I better be getting an answer, who is this and why is he here?" Carl demanded, his hand now on JD's shoulder and pulling him around to face him.

The look on JD's face spoke volumes and Carl read it all almost instantly, obviously he was someone he cared deeply about, both the concerned looked on his face and in his eyes and his frantic consoling ministrations spoke to that: "His name is Jason and he's my...."JD paused for a second, gulping and looking back toward Jason who was still coughing and rubbing his own throat struggling to regain his composure, but managing a weak smile as he reached out with his left hand a clasped JD's left hand in his.

Turning back to face Carl, after first bending over to pick up what Carl could now easily see was a phone, JD briefly locked eyes with him before timidly proclaiming: "He's me boyfriend."

As the sun set over the hill across the lake and the last rays of the sun faded into darkness, Brock Gryzinski found himself languidly strolling toward the Ceremonial grounds of the Devil Dawg compound lead by a golden haired Barin Young for his clandestine rendezvous with Atticus Walker.

Though his mind was still subsumed with all that had happened when they were last together, Brock was surprised at how calm he was, it was like an inner peace had washed over him as the hour of their appointment drew nearer, if anything, Brock felt as if he had grown even more resolute and secure in his decision to undergo the Coaptandas ritual with Atticus.

Danal had explained it sufficiently enough for him to grasp what was expected of both him and Atticus and for the last few hours he had dwelt over the main contentions and reservations that he might have had with the potential outcome; he had resolved and concluded, that even if he lost the "hunt" and Atticus became their public voice, he didn't necessarily see that as a bad thing.

Danal had assured him that it didn't mean he had to constantly be silent in public, it didn't mean he couldn't carry on day to day conversations with others, just that when a situation presented itself, that a decision that affected both of them was to be addressed or made, Atticus would be the one to speak for them and that if he actually disagreed with what Atticus said, the time and place to voice that difference, wasn't publicly but in private; he could never appear to be in disagreement with him in front of others.

Brock smiled to himself thinking that all of that solely depended on whether Atticus was victorious in the hunt and though he knew the cards were stacked in Atticus's favor, he had absolutely no intention of making it easy for him.

Early in his Marine Corps career Brock had quickly determined he wanted to be the best Marine he could possibly be and voluntarily underwent SERE training; Survive, Evasion, Resistance and Escape.

During the hardest part of the course he was given a knife, a canteen full of water and his BDU's and set loose in a heavily forested area where had to survive all on his own for five days and nights, catching his own food, finding or making a secured shelter and most of all to avoid capture, it was one of the most intense experiences of his life, but he had successfully completed the course and he was no less determined now to succeed.

If Atticus wanted the dominant role, he was going to have to work for it, despite his advantages, Brock was committed to doing whatever he could to overcome those odds, knowing that even if he failed he did so giving it his best.

There was something else Brock was focusing on as well, ever since they performed the blood liturgy, he immediately noted a perceptible change in his metabolism, the liturgy had almost immediately infused him with a sense of vitality, Brock compared it to downing an entire pot of coffee and a few energy drinks all at once and though a lot of the initial effects had subsided into a manageable level, it still coursed through out him, with each pounding beat of his heart and the effects didn't end there, as he noted now, walking down the path toward the Ceremonial grounds, the near pitch black of the night would have normally been difficult for him to traverse without the use of a flashlight, but though still slightly obscured, he could still make out the edges of the stone paved path and he could clearly make out the broad stalwart shape of Barin Young walking a few feet away, directly in front of him, leading the way, but even if he couldn't see him, he most definitely could smell him and hear him.

For Brock it was like his senses had been supercharged, Barin's day old Bristol shaving cream wafted behind him and filled Brock's nostrils like he had just freshly shaved, also the sound of the crickets and bullfrogs coming from the surrounding woods and as far as the lake itself were a lot more prominent and distinguishable, he could even hear each and every intake and exhale of breath either he or Barin made and as they progressively drew loser to the Ceremonial grounds, Brock was certain he could discern the scent of the burning oiled torches that he knew were mounted on the twin stone obelisk on top of the dais.

There were other scents as well, most a garbled array of conflicting odors that shifted in intensity, a morass of subtle fragrances each vying for distinction over the other, but among all that, as they made their final approach to the Ceremonial grounds, he could cognizantly differentiate twelve other individuals other than himself and Barin, but the most prominent was Atticus, like himself he smelled like a blend between himself and that which singularly incorporated the uniqueness that was inherently Atticus himself, and as they rounded the bend in the path that opened into the large circular valley that encompassed the grounds, he could make out the different forms of all those that comprised his teammates gathered at the bottom of the dais forming two rows with a path between them to the steps leading up the dais where Atticus and Danal stood, between the two stone pylons with two burning torches lighting the surrounding area in an almost eerie, incandescent orange glow.

As Brock silently approached the steps of the dais, Barin slipped to the side to join the others taking his place to complete the two rows of six men, leaving him to walk alone between them, down the center to the bottom of the steps.

For the first time since they were separated earlier in the afternoon, Brock locked eyes with Atticus whose face reflected the same calm serenity that Brock himself felt.

They looked intently into each other, conscious of each others mindset, bound by the duality of their individuality that was inexorably pulling them into a singularity of purpose and union.

It wasn't until Brock cleared the final step at the top of dais that his gaze slipped from Atticus to Danal.

Brock marveled at the site, gone was the bluejeans and green flannel shirt he wore earlier, Danal was now festooned in the garb of his station as Green Father and Elder of the Council of Greges.

Most notable was the hand forged bronze helmet with two protruding deer antlers each comprising twelve points, one for each of the twelve council members that was representative of the North, central and southern American Greges, around his neck was an ornate bronze chain with four polished stones each carved with a different runic symbol that Brock would later find out represented the four elements, earth, wind, fire and water.

Over his shoulders he wore a cape that stretched to the stone surface of the dais, it appeared to be comprised of a green woolen fabric on the inside and the outside was heavily covered in perfectly preserved hand fastened leaves, varying in a myriad of colors, all of which fluttered and danced with ever movement he made.

The rest of his body was completely exposed except for a fur pelt loincloth that draped to his knees and was secured around his waist with a large braided leather belt.

In his right hand he held a large wooden staff intricately carved with what Brock could only describe as snake scales which ended at the top with a horned rams head with green emerald eyes.

To his right side stood a small wooden table with several items on it, one Brock recognized as the oblong box he brought with him, given to him by Max Donnelly and dutifully presented to Atticus Walker as instructed.

As he joined the two men and stood opposite but juxtaposed to Atticus, Danal raised his staffed hand into the air between them chanting: "Salve Fratres, welcome brothers"

Like the others gathered, Brock repeated the traditional salutation.

"Et qui habet aures audiendi audiat me, let those with ears hear me now!" Danal invoked before continuing: "We have gathered to witness a once time honored tradition of our ancestors, one practiced even before the Progenitor provided his law that we still follow to this day, known to all gathered as the Codex.

Danal paused briefly letting the echo of his words fade as they bounced off the valley hills into the solitude of the starry night.

"Only twice in my lifetime have I ever seen two of the Heritage join together in this manner, but this is the first that I know of that will join one of us with our forgotten brethren" Danal extended his left hand, palm up and entreated both Atticus and Brock to place theirs on top of his.

"Atticus Walker, brethren of the Heritage, name your intent before all so that they may bear witness." Danal boomed, his voice projecting outward for all to hear.

Atticus turned to lock eyes with Danal, his hand firmly squeezing Brock's: "Green Father, Queaso Coaptandas, I invoke the Joining!"

Danal turned to Brock, his gaze burning into his own, twinged with a mirthful twinkle and a knowing wink: "Brock Gryzinski do you accept his challenge and swear to abide by the outcome?"

Danal had instructed him earlier what to say, he had to publicly submit to Atticus's challenge or it ended here and now.

Brock turned his gaze back to Atticus who stood there staring back, a hopeful expression written in every sinew of his face."Subicio Green Father", I submit." Brock proclaimed, noting the huge smile that spread across Atticus's face, both men knowing there was no turning back now, no matter the outcome of what came next.

Danal stepped forward brandishing his staff and placing both Atticus's and Brocks right hands on it to hold upright between them, he then turned to the table beside him and held up a small bottle that he opened and dipped his index finger into bringing each in turn up to their foreheads and drawing a circle with the oil before retrieving his staff and turning to Brock: "By the rules of Coaptandas, the challenged is given chase to determine who shall lead among you." He winked bemusedly at Brock before leaning in and whispering with a chuckle: "You can always just say you surrender by kneeling in front of Atticus right now, nobody here would blame you"

Without hesitation Brock shot back, staring defiantly right into Atticus's face: "If he wants it that bad he's gonna have to work for it."

Brock was pleased to see both Atticus and Danal grin ear to ear, Brock knowing both men felt secure in the fact that he would be no challenge to Atticus.

What they didn't know was that Brock had no intention of losing, he had spent the last couple of hours doing what he does best, assessing the area and formulating a battle strategy utilizing what he knew about them and what he learned during survival training, true, Atticus had the physical advantage, but Brock hadn't garnered the rank of Gunnery Sergeant and priding himself on his tactical planning skills, just to lay down and accept that the odds were stacked against him and he should just give up, fuck that, he'd wasted enough of his life hiding who he was and he had gotten quite good at it until Max helped him see what a waste that was.

He'd play this game and he'd use all those skills to do his best to counter Atticus's advantages, if nothing else, he would teach Atticus that he was no push over, if something was worth having it was worth fighting for and Brock was beginning to realize he had a lot to offer and he was damn well going to make sure Atticus understood that right from the start.

Brock leaned in and winked at Danal, a cocky half grin on his face: "Ya know Green Father, Atticus could always kneel in front of me; if I've learned nothing else in this world it's that age and treachery will always overcome youth and inexperience."

Danal burst into laughter and heartily patted Brock on the back: "Pretty and smart, a deadly combination, I think Atticus is in for one hell of a ride for the rest of his life trying to keep up with you!"

They both turned to look at Atticus who had overheard everything they had said and glowered back at them with a mirthful grimace and a sneering leer: "Time to put up or shut up, let's get this dog and pony show started!"

With that, Danal laid down the ground rules as he pointed to a small hourglass sitting on the table stating that Brock would receive half an hours head start before Atticus joined the hunt.

Brock could go anywhere within the compound and utilize anything nonmechanical to aid in his endeavors to evade capture and that Atticus had exactly one hour to retrieve him and bring him back to Danal before the last of the sand dropped and if Atticus failed to do so in the allotted time period then Brock would win by default.

Having concluded his instructions, Danal turned to Brock and asked if he had anything he wished to say before they started.

Brock thought for a second, while looking over at Atticus and said: "Tell me the truth, he couldn't track an elephant in four feet of snow could he?"Danal smiled and reached over to the hour glass and flipped it over: "I guess you're about to find out one way or the other!"

As he lay there basking in the glow of their very passionate reunion and still enjoying the feel of Max's hard twelve inch cock buried balls deep in his still twitching hole, Carl McGregor couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment at how unexpectedly well their earlier conversation had gone.

Carl lay there on his side absentmindedly stroking his lovers hairy muscular arm as it lay there dormantly draped over him, still holding him close to Max's sweaty body as he contemplated their discussions upon his return shorty after having mistakenly attacked JD's "boyfriend" thinking he was a potential threat to his family.

Max and Billy returned mere minutes after the event as Carl was still trying to grapple with the fact, that in the few short days since his departure, Billy and Gavin had uncovered some nefarious plot with Max's eldest son and his best friend Kent, that his youngest now had a boyfriend, one that Max later told him in private he was certain was of the Heritage though not cognizant of it or his paternal lineage, a lineage Max was certain may very well rival his own.

There were few lines in the western hemisphere traceably as old as Max's, the only one Carl could think of that fit the area the boy had revealed to Max he was from, was now deceased and had been for several years before he was even born.

Max had also told him he had arranged for the boy and his mother to come for dinner on Sunday and he hoped it would help to gain some insight into who Jason's sire was and to determine if his mother was even aware of Jason's lineage, or of the Heritage itself.

Of course Carl's biggest concern was for JD himself, he couldn't help but wonder if his developing attachment to Jason wasn't now compromising the arrangements Max had set in motion to deal with the potential complications from both the Council and rival members of the Heritage, who would most certainly have heard by now about JD's violation of the code, a complication that both he and Max knew they would view as being prohibitive of his inclusion into the Heritage.

Carl recalled how his growing anxiety for both JD and Billy had made Max smile and pull him into an unexpected hug and a kiss on the forehead before comparing him to a worrisome mother hen protecting her young.

Carl had felt somewhat befuddled by Max's apparent lack of concern, and it must have shown on his face, causing Max to throw his hands up defensively, his smile broadening before playfully asking him what he would have him do, forbid him from seeing Jason, pointing out that that cat was already out of the bag.

As Carl had stood there weighing the outcome of that scenario, Max further confounded him by pointing out JD's initial reactions to Jake, knowing full well that Carl had to have picked up on JD's physiological responses to his proximity and reminding him about how close they were as young boys growing up, before reassuring Carl he had had a heart to heart discussion with JD about his future and telling him he had prepared a way for him to move forward and that he would know it when it happens and though Carl still worried how that choice might now impact him with his growing attachment to Jason, he also knew that Max's plan was the best possible outcome JD could expect going into the future.

Max had concluded that it was best to let JD have his fun now and enjoy what time he has with Jason, that after all was said and done, the final choice for his future was his own, that neither he or Carl could make it for him.

Carl couldn't argue with that and took comfort in the fact that at least JD was potentially presented with two options before him and both of them seemed intent, at least at the present time, to win his affections.

It was Max who shifted the focus of the conversation to Carl's time spent at the compound, listening intently as he laid out the training regimen he and Atticus had worked out, adding how much that could improve now that Hank and Jake had arrived and Carl was looking forward to see how they might enhance their routines, Carl also laid out the progress made in the various new equipment set up brought by Brock making sure Max also knew how well Atticus and Brock seemed to hit it off, something Carl knew would make Max very happy to hear.

It was at that time Max laid out his plans to send Timmy there to join the team, feeling his special skill set might be incorporated in some way to the overall training and further enhance the teams capabilities.

Carl knew that Max intended for the team to become the compounds security force, one he hoped never had to be used but strongly felt may become a necessity they couldn't be found wanting for should the need arise, and with Billy's Ceremony now just a week away and with what they suspected the outcome to be, they knew all too well the kind of opposition that might incur.

Max was especially keen to hear every detail of his run-in with Paul Lakatos and though he was pleased with the way he and Danal had handled him, he made it clear he would personally deal with Lakatos himself during the gathering for Billy's Heritage ceremony; in the way he said it, Carl could almost feel a smidgen of pity for him, knowing how harsh Max could be when he dealt with those he felt challenged his authority and it was with that in mind, as he continued to lay out the events of the week, that Carl found himself balking at bringing up what he had discussed with Danal.

Ultimately, Carl decided that it would be disrespectful to just bury his feelings, that if he did so they would just fester and eat away at him and if left unchecked could erode the very foundation that comprised the basis of their personal relationship.

He knew Max loved him and that it was that more than anything else that motivated and dictated his actions concerning Carl and his need to protect him.

In the end, it was Max that had spurred him on, by noting how apprehensive and pensive he had become, knowing there was something that was preoccupying his thoughts and urging him to discuss it.

Carl layed there in his arms now, snuggling as closely to the man he loved more than life itself as he could, fondly remembering how Max sat there on the edge of their bed with him patiently and thoughtfully listening as he poured out his observations and revelations over the last few days, detailing his conversations with Danal and about his discovery of his fathers attempt to separate them and how Max kept that from him.

Carl also related how he felt that it was indicative of Max's overall approach when dealing with him, how it made him feel he was more of a burden to Max instead of an active, trusted participant in his life and how he needed that to change, even reminding Max of his own commitment to the axiom about change being the only constant in the universe.

He recalled how Max stared intently at him, listened as he concluded by voicing his desire to be a participant in that change, not an unwitting automaton deployed without foreknowledge or insight concerning it's actions.

Carl had expected resistance, he had run this scenario over and over in his mind on his trip home, playing both parts in an attempt to formulate a rebuttal to each of Max's potential rebukes or concerns, but to Carl's amazement, by the time he concluded his final thoughts and awaited apprehensively for Max's response, he was taken by surprise when Max just leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips before pulling back and locking eyes with him, stating: "Carl McGregor you have always been the greatest source of my strength and while simultaneously my weakness and without you, I could never do what needs to be done, nor I think I would want too."

Carl knew that was Max's way of agreeing with him, he didn't have to say the words verbatim, it was enough just to know they were of the same mind and that moving forward, they would do what they had always done best, work as a team, not only to make the world a better place, but to do so together and Carl couldn't ask for anything more than that.

Still going over the days events and contentedly enjoying the pulsating feel of Max's rock hard cock deep within him, he barely noticed as Max shifted his weight behind him, bringing his lips near his ear: "I know how much you enjoy these little cuddle sessions, but I'm about ready to really tear that cunt of yours up" he whispered in his ear, his hot breath brushing against Carl's cheek and neck as he let the tip of his tongue trace the length of his ear before gently biting and nibbling at his earlobe: "But before that happens don't you think you need to go check on the boys and make sure the house is secured for the night?"

Carl turned his head slightly until his lips met Max's, teasing him with the faintest of touches: "As their father wouldn't that be your job? he asked playfully, still reluctant to sever the connection between them and giving Max's stiff cock a hard squeeze with his sphincter.

Max suddenly yanked his cock unceremoniously from Carl's wet clutching hole and climbed out of the bed heading toward the bathroom, saying over his shoulder as he did so: "You've been gone for only a week and already you've forgotten that you're now in charge of this household?"

Carl just shook his head and smiled, remembering this was just one more of Max's concessions in deference to his role in Max's life and realizing he was actually enjoying the familial aspects, though still not certain of what the boundaries were: "Maybe when you get a chance and your not so busy..." Carl retorted a sardonic half grin permeating his face: "You might want to write down all the rules I now need to adhere to?

Carl got up and casually searched for his trousers as Max poked his head out the bathroom door: "It's easy, anything having to do with the household and the boys are now your purview, how much simpler do I need to make it for you or are you getting so old you can't remember one rule?"

Carl chuckled lightly: "And if I decide that all adult males who enter this house must be naked at all times?" he said half mockingly as he pulled his trouser on, before turning to see Max now standing still butt as naked in the bathroom door way shaking his hips back and forth causing his still glistening, sex wet, semi erect phallus to smack back and forth against his thighs, a huge lecherous toothy grin on his face: "Then I'd say I am already in compliance and think I should get extra special considerations by way of throat fucking your mouth pussy as soon as you get back!"

Carl leered back at him as he opened the bedroom door: "I think that can be arranged Mr. Donnelly, so long as you don't fall asleep before I get back."

He had no sooner left the bedroom when he encountered the four teenagers still sitting in the living room where he and Max had left them about an hour ago.

Carl glanced at the kitchen clock noting it was approaching midnight, something the boys apparently were unaware of as they continued to banter back and forth, still excitedly going over the evening highlights.

Carl still felt a twinge of regret over his manhandling of Jason Dunne but was also still a little miffed at JD for not letting him know he was expecting company, something he fully intended to address with both boys when the time was right and with all that has happened, Carl fully intended to introduce some slightly stricter guidelines concerning the boy's safety and for his own peace of mind.

"Boys I hate to do this but I think it's time to break this up." He looked first to JD and then Billy adding: "You both need to get your rest, there's a lot to do tomorrow, not least of which is scrubbing this house down top to bottom and getting all the lawn care done." He looked at Jason before saying: "I hear we're having special guests for dinner Sunday and I'll be damned if they're gonna be walking into a pigsty."

Both Billy and JD groaned, before Billy spoke up, an expectant look on his face: "Uncle Carl I was planning on spending the night with Gavin at his house."

Carl considered it for a second before answering: "That might not be such a bad idea Billy considering everything that's happened since I've been gone, but I expect you back here first thing in the morning..." Carl paused thoughtfully for a second before adding: "I think it would be in your best interest, at least for the time being, if you and Gavin keep a close eye out for each other, besides I might have a few things I want to discuss with Gavin after I've had a chance to run a few things past your Dad, but I still expect you back here first thing in the morning to help out around here, understood?" Billy just smiled and nodded his head.

JD was next to speak up asking Carl if it would be okay if Jason spent the night. Carl noted that the two had become practically glued together at the hip after his and Jason's unconventional introduction earlier: "He can but under one condition..." Carl gave the two one of his more stern looks before adding: "So long as Jason sleeps on the couch and you sleep in your own bed, I am absolutely serious about you getting some rest!"

He could see the disappointment written on both JD's and Jason's faces, before he locked eyes with Jason and then JD: "And I better not find out that either of you broke my trust, because I can promise you, you won't ever get a second chance to do so again, am I clear?!"

Both boys nodded their heads affirmatively despite their obvious disappointment as Carl ushered them all into motion, Billy and Gavin saying their goodnights before departing as JD gathered a blanket and a pillow for Jason.

As the boys settled in for the evening, Carl did a final pass of the house, making sure all the doors were locked and secured before returning to the bedroom, where he found Max lying, still naked across the bed: "I assume everything is in ship shape and Bristol fashion Sgt. McGregor?" Max chuckled while giving him the once over appraisingly, a look Carl was all to familiar with and causing him to rapidly shuck the trousers he had put on mere moments ago.

Carl returned his laugh, responding with a salute as his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, his eight inch cock already at full mast and ready for action: "Aye, aye Cap'in all hands secured" Carl said mockingly in what had to be one of the worse cockney accents Max had ever heard.

Carl watched as Max flipped over, his hairy muscular ass pointing up in the air and aimed right at Carl: "Good, then I think it's time for the cabin boy to swab the poop deck, before he gets his nightly rations" Max growled, looking over his shoulder devilishly at Carl before reaching back and spreading his buns exposing his thick furry crack.

Carl practically leapt at the bed, diving face first between the twin mounds, it wasn't often Max allowed him near his ass and he certainly wasn't going to pass up the opportunity that now presented itself so wantonly before him.

Carl paused only briefly to take a deep breath, savoring for a second or two the deep musky scent that was uniquely Max's before driving his tongue thickly between his crack licking from his balls, up over his taint and up to the small of his back, then reversing course until the tip of his tongue centered on Max's hirsute hole and began flicking rapidly in a circular motion before driving forward into his moist tight hole.

Max moaned as he reached back with his left hand and grabbed the back of Carl's head and forced him deeper into his hole while simultaneously grinding and rotating his hips against his lover's face, enjoying the feel of his probing tongue: "C'mon boy clean that hole real good, lick the stink right off it and maybe I'll let you do my armpits next."

Max sneered playfully as he felt Carl's tongue shift into a frenzied twirling mass of spit, flesh and muffled groans, lapping hungrily at his pucker.

Much to soon, at least from Carl's perspective, Max shoved him away before flipping around on the bed onto his back, his legs spread and his hands folded behind his head and smiling lecherously down at him, from between his legs: "What are you waiting for, these pits ain't gonna lick themselves clean."

Carl knew damn well Max was pushing all his buttons tonight, offering up a treasure trove of Carl's personal favorites, thinking to himself: "I missed you too asshole" while returning Max's sneer with one of his own as he slowly crawled up Max's body, their eyes locked, each lost in the deep consuming hunger and lust that now devoured and permeated their consciousness.

Carl couldn't help but remember it had always been this way, as far back as their first time together as virginal teenagers; the burning passion that inexorably drew them to each other, igniting their ardor into a blazing chiaroscuro of fervored heat and desire until neither could tell where the other began or ended.

Carl had always thought that the passion would slowly ebb as they grew older, that the need would somehow lessen with familiarity over the passage of time, never knowing just how naive that thought was until the years rolled passed but the hunger didn't wane.

In some respects Carl felt it had refined and even became more intense at times.

Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, all either of them could ever hope for was to assuage it briefly before the need consumed them again like it was doing right now.

Carl could feel the thick hairs of Max's moist armpit tickle his nose as he took in the aromatic bouquet that avidly gnawed at his olfactory senses.

If there was a room full of thousand sweaty men and he was blindfolded he would still be able to distinguish Max immediately, his aroma leading him right to him.

He could feel Max's large fingers on the back of his head again, drawing him into his pit as his tongue extended, wet in anticipation, his mouth watering expectantly as his flesh made contact with Max's.

As it often did, Carl lost himself in the overload to his senses, completely devoted to his task until he felt Max's hand guide him from one pit to the other where he resumed ardently caressing the furry flesh with his lapping tongue, savoring his work as a labor of devotion.

All too soon Max pulled him away, guiding his lips to his own and cramming their mouths together, locking them together into an osculating delirium that overpowered their perceptions.

Carl could feel Max slowly roll them over, reversing their positions, before pivoting around into a sixty nine position, hauling Carl's hairy muscular thighs into the air, his waist bent in half as his knees locked between Max's armpits and torso, fully exposing his ass to him while Max's knees split sideways as he lowered his groin into Carl's face, until the massive head of his drooling dong hovered precariously over his hungry lips and brushed against the tip of his nose leaving a string of pre-cum across his philtrum before being engulfed by Carl's hungry lips.

In anticipation of Max's next move, Carl inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity as he awaited the inevitable plunge of Max's equine endowments into the depths of his oral cavity.

There were few people in this world that Carl knew of who could accommodate Max's prodigious length and girth and Carl prided himself on being chief among them, having had years worth of practice doing so.

Within seconds Carl could feel Max's schlong begin it's slow trek into the deepest recesses of his esophagus until the wiry hairs of his pubic mound chafed against his suctioning lips, his bulbous balls smothering his nose and obscuring his vision.

Carl gulped and tightened the tissues of his orifice around his veiny python, undulating his throat muscles and tongue in alternating synchronicity, just the way he knew Max derived the most pleasure from; in return for his ministrations he felt Max lean forward, spreading the lips of his anus apart with his thumbs as he drove his tongue deep into Carl's hole, pulling back only briefly, grunting deeply: "God I've missed your fucking pussy" before diving back in until the tip of his tongue located Carl's ass clit and began massaging it internally, sending tremors of electrical pleasure down Carl's spine.

Max began see sawing back and forth, tongue fucking Carl's twat as his huge phallus raked against Carl's tonsils, his palpitating tennis ball sized glans occasional popping past his throat cavity into his mouth where Carl would simultaneously gulp in more air and suave the flaring coronal ridge and dip the tip of his tongue into Max's piss slit extracting more of his sweet tangy seminal fluids.

Together they built a rhythm, working each other into a languishing cavalcade of prolonged per-orgasmic pleasure and hovering there on the precipice neither wanting to break the connection, building each other brick by brick into a state of pure animalistic fervor.

Try as they might and despite their earlier coupling and release, neither could withstand the mounting explosion building to eruption within them before finally relenting to the inescapable fury of their mutual climax.

Carl could feel his entire body twitch and spasm at the force of his own eruption, his cum splashing against Max's chest and abdomen as Max in turn pistoning thick viscous ropes of molten sperm down his gullet.

Max's lips formed a vacuuming seal around Carl's anus, suctioning forcefully as he continued to swirl the tip of his tongue against Carl's prostate, maximizing and sustaining the orgasmic bliss that rocked Carl's body.

For what seemed like minutes the two coerced every scintillating drop of pleasure they could from each other until shear exhaustion necessitated their reluctant uncoupling.

Max rolled off of Carl into a seated position against the metal headboard, sweat pouring down his face and body as he looked down at Carl, who was still gasping for breath heavily, eyes closed.

"Damn.." Max growled, his voice deep and guttural: "That wasn't half bad."

Carl's eyes fluttered open, though still glazed over, turning his head slightly as he tried to focus in on Max and trying to gargle out a raspy response: "Maybe with a little more practice we'll finally get it right."

Max slapped him on the chest before climbing out of bed and stretching.

Carl watched admiringly as Max crossed the room and entered the bathroom, he giggled bemusedly as he heard the sound of Max's piss hit the bowl of water noisily before the inevitable flush and watched as his lover reappeared and sauntered over to the bed, Carl's red butt plug clutched haphazardly in his hand.

Fighting the urge to groan, Carl was about to dutifully turn around and offer his ass up to Max, knowing all to well what to expect.

Max smiled down at him and Carl watched in fascination as Max tossed the plug into the bedside garbage can before climbing into bed next to him, pulling Carl effortlessly against him and kissing him gently on the lips before looking contentedly into Carl's questioning eyes: "I don't think we'll be needing that anymore baby."