Second Chance, Chapter 66
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Second Chance, Chapter 66
The end of October was in sight. Rob's fundraising dinner dance/auction was scheduled for the last Saturday of the month just before Halloween itself. Sophia and Tinker had already taken care of many details at the club and Blake continued to work on publicity.
All of the tickets had been sold and numerous monetary donations had come in – a few of them anonymously. One large gift that definitely wasn't sent in secret was a check from Mancini Construction. Ironically, it had come about because of an angry phone call Ben received from Roberto right after the TV spot Rob had done.
Roberto started out livid, accusing Rob of breaking his agreement – the one for which he had received the large cash settlement. It had stipulated that Rob wasn't to make public that his father had thrown him out to fend for himself. Roberto demanded his money back.
Ben countered by pointing out that the "Mancini" name had not been associated with the high school boy named Robert Larson-Brady. No one in the Twin Cities would likely even recognize him as being remotely related to Roberto because his appearance had changed a lot – particularly his hair style.
Ben told Roberto if he wanted to make a public issue over it by suing Rob, he was welcome to. Doing so would certainly spotlight the fact that he'd thrown his firstborn callously out on the streets. However, a donation to Rob's cause could only bring Roberto admiration for his generosity. Roberto caved in again.
"I almost hate to accept this money," Rob said when he saw the check with his father's signature. "It feels like blood-money or blackmail."
"It spends the same," Ben reminded him. "Besides, we didn't blackmail him; it was more like `gray-mail.' I just pointed out certain realities that could surface if he took the issue to court. I didn't say that we'd MAKE them come up."
Rob grinned, thinking about how many street people would benefit from his father's money. Doubtless some young person in a situation similar to his own would someday get help because of Roberto's "gift."
Josh was donating a painting from his new "Angel" series to be auctioned off at the ball. It would have a starting bid of $2,000 because Norm Hadley had guaranteed that price. If anyone wanted to up the bid, that was fine. If nothing else, it would serve to keep the price of paintings by Joshua in a good range. It would also garner quite a bit of free publicity in advance of Josh's November opening.
Eric encouraged Josh to put several of his illustrations for "Armadillo Rap" on display for the evening as well. They got two stuffed armadillos and two copies of the book which they would autograph and put on the silent auction. Again, the exposure couldn't hurt.
TV news reporter, Tiffany Jones, did a short taped interview with Rob to air on the noon spot a few days before the dinner dance. In it, she said the tickets were all sold, but reminded viewers that their tax deductible donations would be welcomed. This time, she insisted on having Robbie at the interview. He had recently started to walk on his own and was caught on camera dragging around a plush armadillo which made a perfect segue into talking about items which would be auctioned.
On the evening of the costume ball, many important city leaders were there from the mayors of both Minneapolis and St. Paul to various commissioners and the movers and shakers of the two neighboring communities who could get things accomplished.
Nearly everyone came in costume. Sophia and Tinker dressed to the nines as old west dancehall girls, played hostesses. Tinker's husband, Peter attired as a gunslinger, was to serve as the auctioneer. The guys from Rob's house and some of the club's summer help ushered guests to their appointed tables. All the young men were dressed in costume. Rob and Blake came as medieval knaves and Robbie was dressed in a jester's outfit complete with bells on his cap. Some of the time, he took it off and chewed on it, but most of the time he kept it on his head.
Eric and Josh came attired as Spiderman and Superman, respectively. Their trim bodies looked awesome in those tight, curve-hugging outfits.
Dinner began promptly because guests had chosen their entrees at the time they purchased their tickets. The choices included prime rib, salmon, grilled chicken breast, or a vegetarian plate. Each was prepared well and beautifully presented.
Since Blake was more used to serving than being served at the club, he was particularly aware of how perfectly the service was performed down to the last detail. He complimented his former boss on it later in the evening.
Most of the guys who were involved closely with Rob's fundraising effort also took on the role of "taxi dancers." For a dollar per dance, they were available as partners to anyone who wanted the pleasure of their company. Spiderman and Superman were never without a partner and were complaining of tired feet before it was over. Many of their dance partners were middle aged women who thought they were simply adorable. No one tipped the suggested dollar, and the oversized fishbowl was filled with fives, tens, and a few twenties.
While the dance was going on, there were a number of items available on the silent auction. Friends of Sophia and Tinker had donated everything from fall table decorations to hand-woven rugs to hand-made pottery.
Besides the two copies of their book and the stuffed armadillos, Eric had a few large framed photographs of landscape and animals he'd taken while canoeing. When he took a short break to check on them, he was pleased to see that the bids on all their donated items kept increasing. At that point Mr. Worthington, the head of the mission, seemed to have the highest bid on one of the books and an armadillo.
Toward the end of the evening, the live auction began. Among the big ticket items were: an Alaskan cruise for two, a condo on Grand Cayman for a week's stay, a date with a local disc jockey, Vance Valenta, and the painting entitled "Archangel" by Joshua.
The disc jockey was almost too cute to be real. Corray and Corky pooled their resources in order to afford to bid on him. They thought they might be able to make arrangements to share a date with him for an evening. The bidding was stalled at $500, and the pair thought they were in luck.
"Going once..." Peter Bell announced.
"One thousand dollars," shouted a lady in the back of the room.
Everyone was stunned to see she'd doubled the price. Needless to say, the date with the cutie was now well out of the reach of the guys who thought they had it sewed up.
Corray was crestfallen. He had pictured a night out hitting some of the clubs with Corky on one arm and Vance on the other. He wasn't interested in having sex with the boy, but loved being seen with such an obvious piece of eye-candy. Vance looked less than pleased with the turn of events too.
The cruise went for $5,000 which was considered a bargain for all of the amenities that were included.
The condo use in the Caribbean was approaching the thousand dollar mark as well and several people were in the thick of the action. It would eventually bring in $3.800.
While those things were being bid on, Corray and Corky went over to their table which was not far from the disc jockey's setup.
"Hi guys," Vance greeted them. "Were you really willing to part with all that money to go out with me?"
"We both think you're scrumptious and it was for charity after all," Corry gushed.
"I'd love to make the club scene with you two, Dutch treat. I think you're both cute and I'm tired of grandma interfering in my life. She can't accept the idea I'm gay and she believes it's her duty to "protect" me from guys like you. I AM over 21 even though I look 17."
"That would be delightful!" Corray giggled. "We've already spent quite a bit this evening. But, as I said, it's going to a good cause. Rob is a lovely boy with a heart of pure gold. He and his husband Blake are raising their little boy together. Did you see him as the court jester before he fell asleep?"
"I wondered about the relationship of those two guys and the little kid. Are there more gay dudes here tonight? I could drink Superman's bath water!"
"Don't even try. He's married to Spiderman and they don't play around."
"Oh, it's so sad they're out of circulation at such a tender age. But, I say hurray for gay marriage if that's what they want."
The three checked their schedules for the next couple of weeks to see when they could go out together. Vance's grandmother scowled at the scene.
A few minutes later all three were checking out the young policeman who had been hired for security detail. They were certain he was the one who'd been used as bait for the sting in which a certain senator was arrested for "soliciting" in the airport restroom a couple of years before.
"I can't understand how he could turn on his own kind," Corray exclaimed. "He sets my gaydar off big-time. He's simply too cute to be straight."
They had a laugh over Corray's assessment of the officer and all agreed that, gay or straight, he had a really nice ass.
Josh's painting was the last item to be auctioned. Before the bidding started, Norm Hadley said a few words about it and said that his gallery was placing a reserve bid of $2,000. He called Joshua a rising star in the local art scene who was destined to become nationally known. He also put in a plug for Josh's new show which would open in November.
Sophia bid $2,500 to get things started. Tinker bid $3,000. A couple more people with money got into the action by raising the price in $500 increments. It was now at $4,000 and it looked like one of the men would get it.
"Five thousand," Tinker offered.
No one outbid her. She beamed as she wrote the check. She knew exactly which wall it was going on in her large foyer. It would be one of the first things people saw when entering her home.
Rob had his calculator out making a quick estimate of the evening's take and adding it to the revenue from the tickets and the donations that had poured in since his TV interview. He figured the total would be over $250,000 – not a small amount by anyone's standards. The best thing was that since it was all cash, it could be used as matching funds which were required by some of the grants they'd applied for. With any luck, it could be parlayed into half a million. What had begun as an attempt to raise a few thousand dollars had turned into a bonanza beyond his wildest dreams.
The guys in the Larson-Brady household managed to make it to church the next day although they arrived just before the organ prelude finished. Even though it was actually the last day of October, the theme of the service was All Saints' Day.
In his sermon, Dr. Mann proclaimed that we are surrounded by saints on earth as well as the heavenly communion of saints. While he didn't mention Rob by name, he did use his fund-raising effort as an example of the worthy work which helped to bring about real miracles.
"When Christ talked about people who clothed the naked, fed the hungry, and gave water to the thirsty as being disciples who truly followed Him, He had in mind someone in our own congregation who will touch hundreds, and probably thousands, of men, women, and children who are on the streets of our two neighboring cities."
The final hymn "For All the Saints," meant a lot more to many in the congregation than it ever had before. Several knew it was Rob and his work that Dr. Mann had alluded to. Those who didn't know found out in conversations during the hospitality hour following the service.
In the afternoon, Rob and Blake along with Robbie elected to take a nap right after lunch. Rod hadn't realized how much stress he'd been under the past few weeks until it subsided. Like someone who's been trying to walk into a strong headwind, he nearly fell over when the resistance was gone.
He and Blake crawled between the sheets naked, thinking they might mess around a bit before falling asleep, but they were wrong. Even the desire that burns in the loins of young men so recently married wasn't sufficient to keep them awake.
When Robbie awakened in his nursery across the hall, it was Scott who went to attend to him so that his daddies could catch a few more minutes of much-needed rest.
"Could you please dress in your Spiderman costume, Eric – only don't wear anything under it. I want to do a few sketches of a very virulent superhero. Instead of the bulge you were showing last night with your bikini briefs on, I want to see that snake laid over to the left."
"Okay, I can do that, but what's with `virulent?' Am I poisonous or violent?"
"Oops, I meant to say `virile' as in manly, studly, sexy – dripping with testosterone!"
"Now look what you've done by talking like that!" Eric grinned pointing to his obvious erection.
"That's exactly the look I want for Spiderman. He should be capital H-O-T – a sexy superhero!"
The resulting sketch would likely get at least an "R" rating if not an "X" one. This was a very sensual, virile superhero indeed. After a half hour of posing, Eric began to go soft, so Josh got naked to inspire him.
It may have achieved the desired results, but it went beyond what Josh had intended. Besides sporting a hardon that threatened to rip the fabric, Eric now had a telltale wet spot on the front of his tight costume right at the tip of his cock. Josh stopped to clean it up with his tongue. Once he got a taste, he decided he'd done enough art for the day, so be began to suck with more force. Eric moaned in lust as he squirmed out of his costume as quickly as possible.
When both were lying naked on the rug, their love-making began in earnest. Eric may have been Spiderman, but in his current condition, he looked like "the man of steel" and Josh wanted to impale himself on the big throbbing piece of flesh that now pointed toward the ceiling, so he got up to find the lube.
After using the applicator to grease himself deeply, he straddled Eric's body and began to settle back taking the anaconda without any further preparation. For a moment or two, he was sorry that he'd not waited for Eric to loosen him up. But soon the searing pain subsided and was replaced by a warm, full feeling of pleasure. Unfortunately, his hardon had wilted by then, but Eric soon fixed that problem.
Josh rode like a cowboy in the saddle, and with that kind of stimulation, Eric couldn't last long. A few minutes later, he coated the inside of Josh's love canal with his warm splooge. Josh hadn't cum yet, so Eric managed to stay hard in him and pumped his dick until he too blew his load, covering Eric's abs with hot lava.
Eric slipped out as Josh lay down on top of him. They were content to remain like that until Josh's congealing cum nearly glued them together permanently. Then they scurried to their new shower to wash up prior to going to bed for a short nap before supper.
At lunchtime on Monday, Rob checked his phone messages. The cafeteria was the only place other than a bathroom stall where students could do that without getting into trouble. There was the usual text message love note from Blake which made him smile.
There was also a voice message to call Mr. Worthington at the mission about the tally from the charity event. Rob quickly responded.
Mr. Worthington told him that with the addition of a couple more donations that had come in on Monday morning, the total was nearly $300,000.
"Rob, I've saved the best news for last. The Marriot chain which has title to the old Morrison hotel is going to sell it to us for $1.00. Someone in the company sent the CEO a tape of your original interview with Tiffany Jones. He was so impressed that he met with the board of directors who agreed it would be a great PR move to deed the place to us so all the fundraising and grant money could go into the renovation. As a result, we'll be inviting bids very soon. With any luck, we might have the first floor with kitchen and dining areas done by Christmas. It's even possible that another floor or two of rooms and small apartments could be done by then as well. I don't know how to thank you for all you've done!"
Rob shared the good news with his tablemates who congratulated him with dapping and high fives. Eric and Josh were especially proud of their brother for turning his own unhappy life on the street into a positive experience that would help countless other people.
Author's notes: Thanks to those who emailed since last posting: Mark H, Rutabaga, Tom A, Bill, Jim C, Jim We, Paul R, Ray (Alpha), Tom A, and John McD. The list includes a new name as you can see. I really appreciate your encouragement.
David