Tourist Motor Court

TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 3 by Paul Daventon

Disclaimer

In the early part of the twentieth century, when motor vehicles were becoming plentiful, forward thinking individuals figured that those motorists would often want to find a place they could stay overnight to continue their journey the next day. They didn't construct fancy motels and inns as are frequent today. The first 'motels' usually contained a number of small cottages near the office facing a courtyard, and were called tourist courts.

These cottages were separated from each other by a distance for more privacy. I, personally, remember at a very young age staying at one of these motor courts with my parents and my sister in the late forties, while traveling on the early Pennsylvania Turnpike. At the time I believed it a wild exciting adventure, sleeping in a cabin-like structure away from home..

The Motor Court of which I write is a left-over, still functioning in the present day. I'm sure the residents are quite different from those in the forties. Travel though time with me to see how they wound up through there in Johnston City, a fictional city in a work of complete fiction, all characters are fictional and do not represent any living person.

All the usual restraints apply to this story. This story contains male/male explicit sex. If you don't like that, or are under 18, please leave.

Chapter 3

As Pete and Tim walked outside to their pickup, they saw a young man drive a hot sport car into the drive. As they backed out, Tim noticed the man entered a side door of the big house. He told Pete what had happened.

"I think that must be Amanda's son, Montgomery, wonder where he's been. From what I've heard, he's no one to fool around with. When I was talking to the pastor at church, he very politely warned me that the young man had been in trouble since he was a teen. He didn't explain, but was serious enough for me to be careful."

Pete took Tim's left hand in his right, their fingers woven together. "I am so happy, Tim, we'll be getting you straightened around, now don't cuss, and into school where you need to be. Tim, an uneducated man has nowhere to go with his life except down. And I don't mean in the mines. I know you are intelligent, but the book learning is important, too." He took his eyes off the road, "I love you, son, and just want the best for you."

Tim crept closer to Pete, wrapped his arms around his chest and lay his head on Pete's shoulder. "Petey, I love you most of all, I will do what you say, but I'd like to make some of our decisions. Okay."

"Well, Timmy, of course you can make family decisions, like who should I vote for, whether we are for world peace and such like that." Timmy reared back and gave Pete such a wallop on the shoulder.

"Hey, little man, you get much stronger and you will have me all black and blue. Let's get home."

In the living room that Sunday afternoon Pete and Timmy lay together on the couch with Pete spooning Tim from behind. He held his 'son' close enough so they felt the loving warmth and soothing feelings while their bodies melded into one. They both felt sleepy.

"Timmy, I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay."

"It's about hitting someone. Now don't get upset, I know you were kidding in the truck, but even that can lead to the wrong way to express your feelings. You know what I'm talking about."

Tim took Pete's arm and pulled it across his chest as Pete's hand warmed his immature pec. "I'm not sure, Petey, tell me." Tim pulled Pete's hand toward his own face and kissed his 'dad's' hand. A surge of love filled other their hearts, warming them from the inside, bringing their love bond to a welded devotion to each other.

"Honey, the worse possible way to solve a problem is to hit the other guy. Hitting someone doesn't solve anything. He will hit back and the fight starts. One of the two could be seriously hurt, or both. Now, I know you hit me sort of as a joke, releasing your exasperation in a milder way."

Timmy moved Pete's hand lower to his stomach. "I think I see what you mean. Maybe if I did that to a friend who didn't understand why I did it, he might hit back and we'd be battling. Right?"

"That's right, Tim, that's what I meant. Talking is a much better way to solve it."

Tim turned over on his left side, facing his 'dad'. He kissed Pete on the lips, seriously. "Would kissing be another way, Pete?" He started to giggle while he cuddled close to Pete.

One hand around Tim's back and one around his butt Pete pulled him closer. "Yes, hon, that's a way, but you will have to be very, very careful whom you kiss."

Pete kissed the top of Tim's head, caressing the fine, dark hair on his head. "We've never talked about it, Tim, I've been waiting until I felt we had to. If you don't want to tell me, it's okay, but I think I need to know. Are you gay, and if you think you are how do you know?"

"You know, that's why my Dad kicked me out, I was sucking off one of my friends in the garage. Yes, Pete, I know I am, that's all I thought about in school, who else is gay and would be willing to do stuff with me, you know, like .... "

Pete interrupted, "I don't need to know all that. Although I am not publicly gay, and need to keep it a secret, but to you, I am gay. I love you Timmy, but .... but I am not in love with you. You are too young to be doing stuff with me." He laughed, "I know we've felt each other's hard ons and seen them too, but that's just living together. We shouldn't be having sex with each other. What we are doing right now, holding each other in a tight embrace. I believe our action is just father and son, loving each because of that relationship. Some fathers could go their whole lives without hugging their sons, a sad mistake, I think. He pulled Tim tighter against himself. "Does that make sense to you? Am I making any sense at all?"

Tim smiled thoughtfully to Pete, "Yes, I know what you mean." He looked at his hands. "Petey, with all my heart I'd give anything to have sex with you. Make love to you, I mean. I love you so much." He looked up into Pete's eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yep, little man, my loving man, that's the way it has to be. We can love each other, deeply and sincerely without physical love. Someday, maybe soon, maybe later, you will love another boy about your age and he will want to love you too. Then you can start thinking about sex." Pete, laughed, "Timmy, my dear boy, I never thought I'd have a son to give the sex talk to, but I can't tell you how pleased I am to have one and do the talk."

"I have just a few rules I hope you will follow. If and when you find a boy to love, the very first action you need to take is to bring him here and let me meet him." He smiled, "You don't have to tell me exactly why, but when I'm shaking hands with him, you are to give me a big wink and a smile. Then I will know you are in love." He patted Tim's butt, "And this piece of your anatomy I will thrash if you don't do it. Got it? No sex unless I approve."

Tim reached behind Pete and was patting his butt. "And, Petey, I will whack this part of you if you embarrass me in front of my boyfriend. Got it?"

They kissed each other's lips in agreement.

At that moment the phone rang in the office. Pete got up and noticed he had to rearrange his package. He knew Tim was watching and he blushed and said, "I love you too, Timmy."

"Hello, Johnston Motor Court, Pete Johnston speaking."

"Hello, is that you .... you ... ah .. Petey?" The phone was silent.

"Ted, is that you? What's the matter?"

"Oh, Petey," Ted said, then started crying, "Petey we need you." and he couldn't talk again. Pete never ever expected to hear Ted crying, the big macho man of 18.

"Teddy, it's me, just take your time and tell me what's wrong. Can you?"

A sad, wistful voice could barely form the words.

"Petey, Dad was killed last week in a road accident. He ... I .... we"

Pete broke in, "I'm so sorry, Ted, are all the boys all right?"

Pete could just see Ted nodding his head 'yes', "We're okay, Pete, Mom is staying with her sister in Des Moines. Our aunt couldn't take all of us, so we're staying in the house. But we'll have to get out soon. Maybe you didn't know Dad was a tenant farmer, we didn't own the property."

"Did you have a funeral, Ted?"

"No, Dad wanted to be cremated, he didn't have any place to be buried. The minister had a service for us, but no burial." Ted broke down again, crying uncontrollably.

Then Pete heard Tom on the phone, "Oh, Petey, please, please can we stay with you? We have no where to go. In a few days we won't have a place to stay at all."

"Okay, Tommy, do you have a car to use?"

"Yes, Dad was driving the pickup when he was ..... ah .... hit. They got the guy what did it, but he'll never be convicted. Son of the mayor of the city."

"Let me talk to Ted again, please, I'm so sorry, Tommy."

"I'm back, Pete. I'll try not to cry more. Yes, we have a car, but no money."

"Okay, Ted, listen to me. I'm going to send you a thousand dollars and you'll have to pick the money up at the Post Office. Whatever you don't use, we'll use here at the motel. But I want you to spend as you need to, tolls, food, rest stops, maybe a motel if you need one. If you need to rent a trailer to bring all your stuff, then do it. The money will be addressed to you, Ted, and your driver's license will do for identification. You pick it up where I got the money when I left, remember? Okay?"

"Oh, thanks, Petey, we knew you could save us." Pete heard the phone being torn from Ted's hand, "Hi, Petey, it's Bobby, and we'll be with you in a couple days, maybe three. Please wait for us." He gulped and sighed, then sobbed into the phone,

Pete could hear all three boys crying, sobbing, making a lot of noise. They probably hadn't broken down together before, but were making up for it then.

Pete yelled on the phone, "Ted, Ted, get on the phone. Ted get on the phone." He started to yell again but heard Ted's voice.

"Yes, Pete. I'm listening."

"You better write all this down, can you Ted?"

"Wait till I blow my nose and wipe my eyes, just a second." Pete heard an 18-year old boy blow his nose with an enormous honk. "I'm back."

"All right, Ted. First, I want to tell you how to get here. When you leave, take Route 14 straight north to Interstate 80 and go east. Stay on I-80 until you get into Indiana, near Gary. That means you are crossing half of Iowa, all of Illinois, then a bit of Indiana. When you get close to Gary, watch for Interstate 65 and go south on that for maybe 10 miles where U.S. Route 30 crosses I-65. Get on Route 30 and go east toward Ohio. When you get to Ohio, ten miles more will take you to Johnston City, Ohio where the Motel is on the right side of the road on the west side of town. If you still have that postcard I sent with a picture of motel on it, you will know it when you see it. It is called Johnston City Motor Court. Did you get all that, Ted? Read it back to me, please."

Ted had the directions perfect and Pete knew he could do the trip all right.

"Okay, boys, pick up the money in the afternoon, I can't send it until tomorrow. You'll be here by Tuesday or Wednesday. Please don't rush, I know you want to get here, but I want you here safe and sound. Got me?"

Fortunately the boys were off their crying binge and seemed eager to get there.

"Okay, bring anything you want to keep, I have plenty of room, eight cottages. Anything else? I love you guys, so get here safely and everybody in one piece."

Ted bravely promised, "We'll be there, Petey, and you are going to get a lot of hugs when we do. Love you." The other two boys shouted 'Love you' after Ted and 'See you'.

Pete hadn't realized that Tim was hugging him tightly nor did he realize that he'd been crying along with the Stone boys. Tim handed him a napkin to wipe his face.

"What's the problem, Pete?

Pete smiled at Tim and gave him a kiss on the lips. "We're going to have some company, Tim. Remember the family I told you about before I came here?" Tim nodded, "Well, the father was killed in a car accident and the boys' mother left to stay with her sister. That means she left the boys to rot, no money, no place to live. Their father was a wonderful man, I loved him and the boys, too." He looked at Tim, "Now don't get jealous, Timmy, I've loved you the best and the longest and still the most."

Pete thought and said, "Hey, I do have pictures of them you might like to see." Pete plowed through the mess on his desk to find the envelope the boys had put in his suitcase.

"Ah, here they are." He remembered what type of pictures they were, "Hon, I didn't see these pics before I got here, they hid them in my suitcase. So, just look at the faces, would you please."

"Here is Ted, he's 18, this is Tom, he's 14 just like you, and the youngest is Bobby, he's 10." Pete waited while Tim looked at the pictures, studying them closely.

Finally he spoke, "Jeez, Pete, all of them are really hung, aren't they." He grinned, "I think I like Tom the best, but Ted has the biggest prick." He looked at Bobby's photo again, "Even the kid has a pretty good size dick." Tim looked Pete in the eyes, "They all look like real neat guys. I'm sure we will all get along."

"Hah," Pete laughed disbelieving Tim, "you didn't look at anything but their dicks. Right?"

Tim just grinned and blushed while he shook his head 'no'.

Later that evening Pete and Tim started to check out all the cottages, one by one, to find out which needed the most work.

"Tim, I haven't decided what I will do with the boys, where to put them. Oh, and remind be to call Lowes to have a chest freezer delivered. With all you four boys the food will disappear faster than a snow ball in summer."

He noticed that Tim seemed sad, and almost hostile. Pete decided he had to do something in a hurry. "Tim, lets close up all the cottages, get something to drink and go to bed. Okay?"

Tim said, "Okay," but Pete knew he wasn't happy.

Fortunately Pete had been able to fix the front door of the Manager's cottage so they could lock up tight. They sat together at the table to have a can of pop and some chips. Pete felt so bad to see Tim's eyes so dull and limpid. He was sitting next to Tim and put his arm around the boy's shoulder.

"Tim, I know this is a blow to you, you expected to have me to yourself, no one else."

By the time he finished saying that, Tim had dripping tears running down his face.

Pete pushed his chair back, "Come here, Timmy, please." He held out his arms for Tim to feel welcomed. When Tim half way stood up, Pete enfolded him in his arms and placed him on his lap. He pulled Tim against himself, kissed him and said, "I love you, Timmy, I need you with me, I'd be lost without you." He felt Tim's arm slide around his back and hold him, too. "Always remember, Timmy, you are my son and that will never change. Okay?"

Tim pushed his body against Pete, hard, desperate, even trembling. "Oh, Dad, I was so afraid because you'd have the boys you used to love with you. Please don't stop loving me!"

"Oh, my dear son, I will never stop loving you." He put his cheek against Timmy's, "Do you understand what I'm saying to you? I love you and will never leave you. I'm yours forever."

"Dad, that makes me feel so good. I was afraid I'd lose you." Tim started crying again.

Pete held Tim's face in both his palms, turning the boy's cute features to him. He kissed Tim's eyes, then covered his face with more kisses, wiping his tears from his face with his thumbs.

"I'll make you another promise. You, and just you, can sleep with me all the time, in my bed until you decide differently. The Stone boys will sleep in the cottages, maybe all together, maybe not. But, my bed is reserved for you. And we can start that tonight. Tomorrow we can bring all your stuff into our cottage, the office cottage. Would that be okay?"

Tim started to stand up quickly and accidentally forced one knee right into Pete's crotch.

"Oh, oh, Timmy," he groaned, "you've done me an injury, I think."

"I'm sorry, Dad, what did I do? Let me see, I'll be glad to kiss everything and make it better", he smiled a sneaky look, his mouth sad but his eyes were smiling, glistening and bright. Tim got all the way up, pulled up Pete's t-shirt and began to undo Pete's pants.

"Whoa, there, where do you think you're going?" Tim played the innocent but with a shifty look, "Gee, Dad, I was just trying to help," he wheedled, "maybe I could see better than you?"

Pete decided to play into his subterfuge, "Okay, son, go ahead and pull them down." His nuts had stopped hurting by that time and the pain had softened his prick. He thought, 'It won't hurt him at all, we've often seen each other's goods close up.'

Pete's pants and boxers dropped to the floor, Pete shivered when he felt Tim's small hands on his precious goods. He lifted the cock, moved it to one side, lightly fingering his balls and scrotum. "Hey," he said brightly, "I don't see any bruises, Dad," he laughed, "but Pete junior is growing up."

"Out of there, you scamp, get your hands off our family jewels. Scram. Go get your sleep shorts on and we'll sleep together." Pete was laughing quietly, shaking his head at his son, who has turned out to be a real charmer.

In bed with only the side light lit, Pete and Tim lay together, stretched out on the bed, pillows arranged to their liking, neither was asleep. Tim's right hand held Pete's left hand, weaving their fingers together in a mesh.

"Dad, could I slip your shorts down to see if everything is all right?" Tim was trying desperately not to smile, but to show his serious request to help his dad.

Pete couldn't help smiling at him, but finally raised his butt off the bed, "Go ahead."

The boy was excited that his deception worked. He went through the same routine as before, lifting the penis to the side, then pulling up the scrotum into the light.

"Looks all right to me, Dad." He seemed disappointed, but had an idea. "Say, Dad, I won't be able to do this again, I'm sure. Could I sort of examine you, you know, just kind of look around, here and there."

Again Pete smiled at Tim, "I guess you know this will be the last time, so go ahead to examine your Dad this time. You know I love you, I'd have to let you do this." Pete knew they were getting into dangerous territory, but he rationalized that Tim had hardly seen him naked, not like a real son could have.

Tim's fingers weren't large, but they were sensitive. He started with Pete's shoulders, his arms and underarms, playing with the dark hair he found. He sniffed under both arms. Pete was having trouble not shaking or shivering, he was ticklish in many spots that Tim touched.

By the time Tim had played with his nipples, poked in his bellybutton, pulled his pubes a little, felt the hair on his legs down and up to the crotch.

Tim scrambled on his knees so he could whisper into Pete's ear. "Hey, Dad, hey Dad, he's standing up. Could I investigate him, Dad, oh please, please, I'll be careful, I won't hurt him. Okay?

Pete sighed and raised his head, "Son, this is your last chance so I guess you can do it. Just be careful." Pete had gone that far for Tim, he might as well let him continue.

Tim had his nose against Pete's hardon, sniffing again, before Pete had finished talking. Then his fingers came into play. He wasn't holding tight to the woodie, just lightly touching here and there up and down the shaft. When his fingers were feeling the head, Pete was beginning to get a little worried. He was really getting exciting and aroused. He thought he could let Tim go on for a little while.

Tim was touching softly under the tip of the head with one hand and around the glans with the other one. Tim still had his nose against the shaft at that point.

Suddenly Pete knew for sure he had let Tim go too far.

"Oh, Timmy, look out, I'm going to shoot, oh, oh stop tickling. Oh shit, it's too late."

His cock spouted stream after stream of white, clotted liquid onto his chest, stomach and into his pubes over Tim's fingers. Pete was groaning, coming down from his erotic high, not really thinking yet.

He started to sit up and saw Tim licking his fingers.

"Hey, Dad, yours tastes better than mine, it's great." Before he could react, Tim was then licking the head, swollen, red and purple. Tim jumped up and landed on top of Pete's body, holding on tight.

Pete gave up the fight, put his hands on Tim, holding him against his body. Pete was lightly moving his hands on Tim's back and butt. He spoke softly, "Timmy, you mean you have tasted your own sperm?"

Tim ignored Pete's question. "I guess you will have to taste mine, Petey, since I've tasted yours."

Pete started to say absolutely not, but he did wonder what his son tasted like.

"Okay, Timmy, I'm not touching you, but you can jerk off on my chest and I'll try that."

"Wait a minute, Dad, I'll get a washcloth to clean you up." He did a good job.

The young boy, getting bolder by the second, knelt over Pete's abdomen, holding his solid five incher. Pete didn't touch his son, not wanting to cause the boy's emotions to wrongly raise his expectations from his father or toward his father. He watched Tim's handling of his cock, his ways of arousing himself, thinking, 'he's a man already at 14.'

Tim quickly splooged onto Pete's chest, right between his pecs, in the sparse dark hair. He then fell exhausted on his Dad's body. Pete licked his fingers which had been in the sperm pool on his chest, Tim's sperm.

When Tim could get his breath, he breathed, "Daddy." Pete noted the more immature use of that word. Dad is more for grownups, Daddy for those yet to grow up. Tim used it to take himself out of the situation where he masturbated on his Dad's chest, a definitely grownup act. Now Tim just wanted to be with his Daddy, hooking his thoughts back a few years.

"Daddy?"

"What, Timmy?"

"Could we ..... please, may we sleep in our skin, tonight? Please? This is could be the last time." Tim felt an urge to be closer to Dad, or Daddy this time.

Pete smiled at his son, tousled his hair, "Son, I've now tasted yours and if we are going to sleep naked together, we need the washcloth. By the way, you taste delicious, just like I thought you would."

After Tim washed both of them, they lay side by side, some bits on top and some underneath, nestling into the other to feel freely joined one naked body to the other. They slept quietly, in reflected light from the tall safety lights of the Motor Court, holding themselves in love and respect.

The new chest freezer was installed in one corner of the office, not much room anywhere else in the cottage. Pete and Tim made a few trips to different grocery stores for all the specials they could find, filling the freezer almost to capacity.

The two men had expected the Stone boys on Tuesday but found out the boys had to stay in a motel while a tire was fixed. The car didn't have a spare and had to be towed to the service station. The probable arrival time would be noon on Wednesday if everything else went well. Ted had called Pete about their trouble.

Pete wished he could have sent them a cell phone in case of problems on the trip. Every cottage had been cleaned within an inch of it's life, all ready for their company to arrive. Right at noon, an old battered white Chevrolet convertible pulled into the motel parking lot, stopped with a screech and disgorged three tired, hungry young men.

"Oh, Petey, we're here. We want to hold you again, please?" They mobbed Pete with their bodies, arms and hands. He disappeared from view surrounded by the boys.

When they relaxed a bit and let go of Pete who introduced them to another brother.

"Boys, I want you to meet my foster son, Tim, as of Monday. His father kicked him out of the house telling him not to come back. We just got it worked out. This is Ted, Tim, and here's Tom, Tim and last but not least, this is Bobby. They the Stones." He joked, "No not the Rolling ones."

The boys said 'hi' to each other, bumping fists as was de rigueur those days.

"Oh, Petey," Ted started, "Thank you so much for the money, I have the change here in my pocket." He started to work his hands in the tight pockets.

"Ted, don't give any back. You guys are going to need money to get started here in Johnston. I don't need the money and you do, so you make sure Tom and Bobby have some walkin' around cash. Will you do that?"

Ted nodded his head, then his face screwed up and he grabbed Pete and started sobbing as if he were completely worn and despondent. Pete held him and the other two boys in the parking lot.

Pete made a decision, "Tim, would you lead the boys into the bedroom. I'll bring Ted with me."

Pete held Ted as hard as he could, "Teddy, you have been a great man, you had brought your brothers here to me, and that was a big job. You deserve a time to mourn and recover your balance. I am so proud of you, man, you are a loving brother, strong and you should be proud of yourself." He kissed Ted on his forehead, caressing his back with both hands. "You did a great job, Teddy. I love you.

"Pete, I have something to tell you that my brothers shouldn't know, at least 'til later." He struggled to maintain he poise, "Dad told me a couple weeks ago, that his 'wife' wasn't our mother. Our mother ran away after Bobby was born, just disappeared. The 'wife' and 'mother' we knew, was just a housekeeper. That's why she just took off and left us."

"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry you had to learn that. You're right, don't tell the boys." He hugged Ted harder, feeling so sympathetic to their circumstances. "Come on, Teddy, let's go in the cottage and find the others. I want us to have an all-out hugging party. Pete pulled Ted along gently, though the boy was almost in a trance, his emotions had been stretched to the limit.

Pete pulled Ted into the bedroom and laid on the bed with him, still hugging fiercely. Pete was holding Ted to help restore his spirit. Then he saw Tim. Tom and Bobby holding up the wall, two of them shedding tears quietly.

"Tom, you come here on this side and hold me, and Bobby I want you right here," he patted his chest and held out his hands..Bobby immediately flopped on top of Pete and rested his head on Pete's chest, venting his fears and alarm, still hurting though they made it to their Petey.

Pete looked up to see Tim looking very sad and left out. "Timmy, will you please lay down behind Tommy, include him in our hug. Okay?"

Tim brightened, pleased to be able to push his body against Tom's back. He actually loved it, remembering Tom's picture he'd seen two days before. But, for the moment, he wasn't thinking of being close to Tom other than being in the Big Hug.

Pete spoke softly to the boys, "I am so proud of you guys, and love you so much. I think sometimes I must by a psychic, I knew we would be together again, not where or when, but felt it in my bones that we would."

Bobby tittered, "Which bone, Petey?"

"Leave it to Bobby to go from the sublime to the ridiculous," Ted laughed. "Pete, if we get down, he comes up with something so stupid we have to laugh." He still felt the pain, "This time he did a real good job. Bobby you are the greatest and we all love you. I bet Timmy loves you already. Right, Tim."

"You got it, Teddy, I love him, too" All the boys had their hands on Bobby, caressing him and patting his butt, so bubbly and pert.

"But guys, I'm not done hugging," Ted continued, "Please stay with me and Pete."

The whole gang had their eyes closed, their minds on each other, filled with sympathy and love, using the hug to merge from one to another in the depths of their devotion.

After a few more minutes had passed, Peter decided to speak to them and to God,

"Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing our sons and brothers to us, for giving us a place to live together and the ability to help us to love each other. Also, we pray for the soul of Jacob Stone, we believe he is with you in Heaven where good men and fathers like him should be. Please see that he is well rewarded for his wonderful life on earth and with you. Amen."

Four soft 'Amens' sounded from the throats of Pete's foster son, and his new 'sons', a fitting climax to their Giant Hug. The boys gradually withdrew from the pile of human males of the pack of Johnstons, Kenton's and Stones. One after the other they did part, but still seemed reluctant to relinquish their touching and feeling and loving of their physical selves.

"Okay, guys," Pete gathered them vocally, "we prepared the lunch this morning so all we have to do is sit down at the table." Pete and Tim had scrounged more table chairs from the Salvation Army furniture store, lucky to have found just the kind they wanted. "The dining area will be a little crowded, but Pete and Tim wanted everybody to eat together, in their house."

Tim had set the table with cloths and glasses and silverware. "Guys," Tim said eagerly, "you need to pick your pop from the fridge. We didn't know what you liked, so we got a variety. Please tell Dad or me what you want and we'll get it." He patted their backs as they passed to find their pop.

Bobby looked at Tom, who looked at Ted and all three were crying again.

Pete looked at them, wondering the problem was. He started to ask, but was cut off.

Bobby and Tom nodded to Ted, miming the words 'you ask him.'

Ted put his arm around Pete's shoulders, hold him firmly. "The guys want me to ask you something and if you don't want it, okay, but we would all like to call you 'Dad'."

Pete was stunned, he hadn't expected that, oh, maybe some day, but not right away.

The boys were worrying since he was hesitating, they wanted it so bad.

Finally, Pete raised his arms and embraced the new boys, "Of course you can call me Dad, maybe not everywhere, but certainly any time at home. Will that do?"

"Yea for Dad, he's the greatest." All were jumping and high-fiving, hugging and

Dad was awarded the accolade by all four of his boys, the big Kisser Dad as they all traded kisses including Tim. Each boy kissed each other boy on the lips, smacking going on all around. Finally, it ended up that they made a melee out of their kissing spree and got to laughing so hard. The kids started kissing noses, ears and chins, cheeks, then started working their way down the body they were facing.

"Whoa, my sons, I think we better stop now. That's far enough."

Ted finally put Bobby up on a chair so they didn't have to kneel or bow down. He loved it.

"Let's eat, sons, it's time, almost one o'clock." Tim brought out the ham sandwiches, chips and pickles, carrots and celery for some nutrition. The gang dug in. Fortunately they had made extra because the first round went fast.

While they were eating, Pete said he hoped that the Rock, the Stone and the Pebble would help with the food buying, and the food planning. "It is too much for one person. I'm not a great cook, but I can cook stuff you might like. And, I believe we must have nutritious food with plenty of vitamins and minerals, plus some vegetables and fruit. I think that is most important. Now I'm not going to require that at breakfast, but a little at lunch and especially supper time.

"I'm going to say something else. All my sons will live here at the motel. Each in a separate cottage," loud no's filled the air, "or in two cottages. My first son, Tim, here has been living with me in this building. But, it is his choice too, whether with me or with one of you sharing a cottage."

Bobby challenged, "Dad, do you mind what we do in our rooms?" He was teasing in a way, but also daring to bring up a tricky question.

"Good point, Bobby." Pete responded quickly, "I certainly do care what you do in your rooms. If I invade your privacy, I'm sorry but I have to. Tim is my foster child and is my responsibility and I have a duty and right to monitor his behavior. I love him just as I love you three, and I don't want to be an ogre about it."

"Shrek, Shrek, he's an ogre," Bobby yelled, "He's for me!"

Everyone laughed, especially Bobby.

"I think you understand where I'm going Keeping your cottages clean and neat always so I don't have to wade through clothes and shoes piled on the floor. Have respect for each other's clothing and belongings, keeping your things in drawers and closets. All the cottages have at least two chests of drawers, plus a closet to hang other articles."

"We have lots to talk about, guys, lets save that until we have dessert. Stay seated and I'll get it for you," Pete cautioned, having trouble looking at any of them without thinking of sex, of what they looked like underneath the clothes. He knew, having looked at the pictures a lot.

Pete had gotten a big round cake from the store. Before he took it out, he used a bag of icing to write on the top. He wrote, 'Welcome My Sons", took the cake and plates to the table. When he set it down, the boys noticed it, jumped up and somehow the four of them grabbed a part of Pete and kissed him, hugging all the while.

"Tim, as my first born, would you cut the cake, putting a piece on each of five plates. Would you do that?"

Tim was thrilled, to be the firstborn and to cut the cake. He had seen Pete buy the cake, but didn't know why he did it. With a fine self-satisfied smirk on his face, he finished his job and passed each one to each family member.

While the gang was downing the cake, Pete walked to the kitchen. He collected the bottle of red wine that he'd found in the refrigerator when he first stepped in the office. It had been kept cold, lying on it's side, so he reckoned it would taste good. At least he hoped so.

Carrying the bottle and five glasses to the table, he announced, "Gentlemen, I am about to propose a toast and you need a little bit of wine to do that. I hardly ever drink, but on certain occasions like this I do. And there isn't going to be any occasion more special to me, and maybe to you."

While the boys finished their cake, Pete put a small amount in each glass.

"Members of this family, please stand, raise your glass and listen." Pete tried to settle his emotions so he could talk, "My sons, a week ago I didn't have any sons, and today I am surrounded by four of the most handsome, brilliant and wonderfully human sons whom I love and to whom I'm devoted. I love each and every one. I will be a strong dad, I hope, and there will be rules which I hope you will respect. If I seem unfair, you will tell me. I may agree or not, but you will have to go by my decision. I hope you will accept it. My sons, Tim, Ted, Tom and of course Bobby, we will live together, work together and love each other. Let's this be a family to be reckoned with. Right? Then let's drink to that."

All five lifted their glass to their lips and drank. Only Bobby complained with a very loud 'Ugh, that's terrible.' Tom and Tim had never tasted wine yet smiled at each other, throwing Cupid's darts deep between those loving eyes. Pete noticed their glances and decided they had a romance going on in Cottage #2, already, a tryst that he would definitely approve of. They were lovely boys of a similar temperaments, unselfish, kind, warm hearted and loving. That he knew about Tom, for sure.

Pete soon released the boys to get their belongings put into the cottage. He asked Tim to wait a minute. They sat on the couch in the living room for a while.

"Timmy, you know I love you, and you are my son. You are my foster son, but I'm also hoping that you will agree to having me adopt you. Would you?" He waited for Tim to decide.

"By the way, Timmy, you are free to stay with Tom, if that is what you want. You haven't brought him to me yet, but I know love when I see it." Pete was near tears, worrying what was taking Tim so long, when the young man forced him down on the couch and lay on top.

Then he knew Tim was sobbing, shaking his body and breathing in gasps and gulps.

"Oh, Petey, that's what I want more than anything in the world." He raised up, tears running down his cheeks, "I was afraid my father or mother wouldn't let you adopt me. But then I knew you could do anything and tell them to go to Hell."

"I think with Mrs. Warren's help, it could be arranged. Hey, I just thought of even better, if I could adopt Tom and Bobby. I don't know about Ted, he is an adult already, but I'll try." He kissed Timmy, his son, who returned it in spades, hugging until Pete had to beg to be allow to breath.

"Dad, you have made me so happy, and I love you so much I hurt, my heart is full."

The rest of the boys had finished unloading their goods and piled into the living room.

Ted growled, "What's going on here? Something going on we don't know about?"

A few yeah's followed from Tom and Bobby.

Timmy sat up and they saw tears on his face, but a huge smile on his mouth

"Guess what? Dad is going to adopt me, so I can be his real son. Isn't that sweet?"

What followed might have seemed like a riot, but it was just a pile up on the couch with Pete and Tim on the bottom, being squeezed but also being loved and thrilled by the boys' response.

Pete finally could sit up, gathered all his sons around him.

"I probably shouldn't talk about this before I know more, but to all the Stones, my greatest wish would be to adopt you all. That all depends on you boys, and whether it can be arranged. What do you say?"

The Yeses came in three types of voices, one bass, one baritone and one boy soprano. Pete couldn't stop the tears from dropping, but gathered four boys in his arms. "My sons, you couldn't have made me happier than I am right now. I love you all as sons, as the most wonderful boys in the world, and as my dearest, closest kindred, maybe not by blood, but by hearts and bodies and souls. I would like a kiss and hug from each young man if you wouldn't mind."

One by one, in order of age, they came, Ted first hugging Pete and kissing him wildly, passionately and loving. Then came Tom, doing the same as Ted, and finally Bobby. Pete picked Bobby up in his arms, holding him firmly and responding to the boy's love. Bobby didn't want to leave his Dad, but Pete finally got him to stand on his own. The boy still held Pete around his waist, pressing his head on his chest.

Pete sat down again, this time with Bobby, still sniffing, on his lap, the others in chairs around the room.

"My sons, I hope we can pull that off. Oh, before I forget, Ted, did you bring any of your father's papers with you, like title to the car and birth certificates?"

"Yes, Dad, I put them in a box and .... where did I put them guys?" He looked at them, eyebrows raised, a little miffed that he couldn't remember. He suddenly exploded, "Aha, I do remember, they are under the driver's seat. I'll get them." Ted ran out to their car, found the box, and returned, "Here, Dad, see what we got. I just grabbed all the papers in his desk."

Pete riffled through the mass of papers. "I think this will do, Ted, do you have your diploma from high school?"

"Oh, yes," he was excited, "I kept that in my suitcase. And I have report cards for Tom and Bobby."

"That's great," Pete felt so pleased, "School starts next Wednesday and we will have to register Tom and Bobby. I'll make an appointment with the Superintendent of Schools and get you guys set up. They will be able to call the Knoxville City Schools to get your records. Since they can just fax them, shouldn't take too long.

"Now, before I make any decisions here, I would appreciate it if you boys will tell me of your physical condition, what's wrong and right, any dental problems, or bones or feet? Are any of you taking medications?"

"Pete, Bobby is asthmatic and has his pills and inhaler here, but will need refills soon. Tom is fine, just needs happy pills once in a while."

"Happy pills?" Pete looked at Ted, worried about that.

Ted laughed, "Don't worry, Dad, it is just his vitamins. The chewable kind."

Pete laughed, "I should have known." He asked the Stone boys, "Do you remember when I checked your teeth on the farm? I still have the little mirror and will check them again. I don't have a doctor or dentist here, but will soon." He stood, walked around and thought he better settle who would room with whom.

"Would you all tell me how you have divided your cottages? Who is in each one?"

Ted spoke as the eldest and 'the Man'. "Bobby and I are in Cottage #1, and Tom and, I guess, Tim are in Cottage #2. Is that right, boys?"

Tom and Tim looked at Ted, Tim spoke, "If it is all right with Dad, I'll sleep with Tom in number 2 and live in there." They both turned to Pete.

"Tim and Tom, it is fine with me, but we'll have to get into some rules. Let's take a break for pop and snacks, it's almost 3 o'clock. Tim, you help them find the snacks."

After the evening meal at the motel, the four boys settled in their cottages, setting them up, putting clothing away and finding their own space. Ted had partially raised Bobby after their mother took off. Tom was still too small to realize what had happened, but helped Ted with Bobby sometimes.

"Bobby, which bed would you like to sleep in?"

"Yours."

"Not the correct answer. We both need to have our own beds, to sleep well and comfortably. These are only double beds, not very wide, and you remember, buddy, you go to bed early and I don't. When you grow older, then you can stay up later."

"Okay, Teddie, I'll take this bed, pointing to the one closest to the bathroom." He continued, smiling sneakily, "Anyway, you probably want to jerk off, right?"

Ted laughed, "You little sneak, you probably want to watch. Well, not any more. Dad wouldn't like it, I know.

His kids spread out around the Motel grounds, under the huge oaks and maples surrounding the motel cottages and Pete's cottage. He asked Tim if he was ready to bring his love to him? Tim blushed and nodded 'yes'.

Pete was working in the office when they came in to see him. He couldn't help smiling at the two very serious young men, making a big decision for their age.

"Dad," Tim proudly said, "This is Tom Stone. I brought him in for you to meet him."

Pete noticed that Tom had to take his right hand out of Tim's left, but he shook the hand when offered. "Tom, did Tim tell you what this meeting means?"

Tom blushed redder than Tim, but he nodded. "Yes sir, ah .... Dad, I know it means that he loves me and I love him and we are a couple." He smiled at Tim and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Okay, guys, follow me." He led them into his bedroom, where they sat on the big bed.

"That was pretty fast, guys, are you sure, positive?" Both nodded energetically with smiles.

"Tim and Tom, I am very pleased that you are together, but there are a few cautions I have to share." He took the right hand on both boys in his own, then put the two right hands together where they gripped each others. "I'm not going to go into a big sex talk, I know you each have had some sexual experiences, mutual masturbation and some sucking. I think both are fine for you, but I don't want you to go further before we talk again. Since you are the same age, what you do is okay, but I referring to anal love. Do you two know what I'm talking about?"

Again, the blushes bloom on their faces. "Can you tell me what it is? I'm betting now that Tom knows exactly what it is. Right, Tom?"

"Yes, Dad, we did that in Iowa, but not much. Ted did put his dick in my ass, but it hurt too much so we didn't do that again."

"Okay, Tom, good, and Tim," Pete looked at him, "I don't suppose you got to that before you ran away, right?"

Tim was really embarrassed, he was afraid. "Dad, I'm afraid to say what happened. I'm still scared of my father."

"You mean your father tried to rape you?"

"He tried but I screamed so loud that my brother came in the bedroom. He saved me." More tears came, "But I know how he did it. I didn't want him to." Tim was seriously ashamed.

"How was that, Timmy? It's okay, we'll keep him away from you." Pete pulled both boys into his arms, one on either side holding them firmly.

"Well, my father left and took Jake into the other bedroom. After a little bit, I heard Jake screaming just like I did, I guessed that he was fucking Jake. I went to the door, but my father had locked it." Tim was crying by them, "Oh Dad, it was horrible, Jake moaned for quite a while. When our father left, I went in to try to console Jake. I loved him and he got hurt because he had saved me." Pete put Tim on his lap, brushed his hair from his eyes, keeping him in an embrace of caring, and sympathy. Tom was holding Tim's hands, and he was crying too.

"I'm so sorry for you, Tim, having to live through that, and Tom, you are lucky you came from a loving family. Tim, your father should be in jail for that, it's horrible to force yourself upon someone younger or weaker.

"I mainly want you to wait, at least four or five years, even though you think you should do it. And, guys, please tell me if you are even just thinking about it. Anal intercourse can be a wonderful way to express your love, but both must agree and be well prepared. That's what we will do when you come to me." He kissed both boys, "I love you both and don't want to see you hurt, especially that way. If you feel you just have to penetrate each other anally, please let me help. I know it's a private thing, but I can make a difference with your success for a wonderful loving. Any questions, please ask me. Now tell me you love me and get out for some exercise."

"Love you, Dad," doubled, and they raced out. Ted and Bobby were waiting to play a little four man football. Pete watched his four sons set up the game, feeling the warmth in his heart from these loving sons. He knew his life would never be the same, he was thoroughly pleased with that. In the last 14 years the Stones farm was the only place he worked where he was thrilled to get to start working, the only situation where someone loved him and told him they did.

Harry Morgan, Superintendent of the Johnson City Schools, welcomed Pete, Tom and Bobby, had them sit in the chairs in from of his desk. He looked through the papers which Pete had offered him.

"Could you explain the situation that arose for you to have the responsibility of these three boys. You say the oldest boy is 18 and a high school graduate."

Pete went through the story where he spent 3 years working for the Stones on their farm, how he was called to Johnston to receive his inheritance from his uncle, Peter. The call from the boys that their father had been killed, their trip and getting settled living with Pete.

"Mr. Morgan, I know these boys well, having lived in the same house for three years. They are smart, responsible and eager to work. I recently received a foster child, Tim Kenton, after he ran away and lived on his own most of the summer. A restraining order from the judge ordered Tim's father to stay away from him and the man has been indicted for child endangerment. That should be increased to sexual abuse if what Tim tells me is correct.

"Anyway, the three boys have come to me, without relatives or parents to take care of them. I have agreed to do that. On those papers you have the boys school records up until the end of last school year. Their former school district is willing to fax these to you if you want more accreditation than my word and these papers. . The family's lawyer will be happy to attest to what I'm telling you."

Mr. Morgan adopted a friendly attitude toward Pete, "Pete, you may not remember but I was in two classes behind you in this high school and I recall you very well. It is my feeling that you are an honorable man and considerate of your friends. I will register Tom and Bobby into 9th grade and 5th grade, respectively, and wish them a fine school career. See Mrs. Bostwick, the dean of students for your schedules and teachers. I'll see you all later."

As they walked out the front doors of the high school, Pete asked, "What do you guys think of the school, so far?"

Tom really liked the building, he was excited to get started. He and his brothers went to a very old building in poor condition, peeling paint, windows leaking cold air and the locker rooms stank of piss, sweat and mold. He hated the place and neither of his brothers liked that building. "Dad, it's so much better than our old school, it'll be a pleasure studying here." He jostled Bobby, "Don't you thinks so, buddy?"

Bobby didn't look happy, he seemed terribly sad. "I miss all my friends from last year. I won't know anybody when school starts." He turned and gripped Dad around the waist, "I wish I could meet someone in my grade before next week." Bobby looked up at Dad, hopeful, sure that his Dad could figure something out."

Pete held Bobby close and caressed his shoulders. "Well, Bobby, I think I have an idea. Let's go home."

In his office Pete called the pastor at his church.

"Pastor, this is Pete Johnston, I have a favor to ask." He explained what he needed, his youngest son was frightened of starting school next week.

"Pete, I'm glad you called. One of my best young people is Derek Wilson who is in the 5th grade this year. We are having Kids Club this afternoon, could Bobby come to that?"

Pete was so pleased for Bobby's sake. "Sure, Pastor, I'll bring him at 5. Is it all right if I sit in and observe?"

"That's great, Pete. Maybe you better come with him so I'll recognize the boy, Bobby. I'll look forward to seeing your boy.

"Thanks, Pastor. See you at 5."

Pete and Bobby arrived at the church at 5, locating the Kids Club in the basement. Pastor McMillion met them at the door and introduced himself to Bobby. He then turned to the group of 15 or so boys and girls of Bobby's age. He raised his voice. "Derek, would you come here please?"

One of the cutest boys in the group approached the pastor and Bobby. Pete had excused himself to wait in the car. Derek was a few inches over four feet, same as Bobby, and had blond hair, straight and fine, not too long.

"Derek, this young man is Bobby Stone, he just moved here from Iowa and will be in the fifth grade at the Woodside Elementary school. Is that where you are, Derek?"

"Yes, sir."

"Will you two punch fists or shake hands, or whatever."

They grinned at each other, agreeing at the silly Pastor, but nice enough not to mention it.

"Hi Bobby, I'm Derek Wilson, and you probably will be in my homeroom because of your last name." He smiled, "You know, the end of the alphabet."

"Hi Derek, I'm very glad to meet you. I was a little scared of going to school on Monday without knowing anyone at all."

Derek put his arm around Bobby's shoulder, "How far are you from the school? Maybe we could walk together."

Bobby told him. He liked the feeling of Derek's arm on his body.

"You live at the Motor Court? How come?"

"We just came from Iowa, me and my two brothers. My older brother, Ted, has graduated and the next older is 14, in the 9th grade. I have another brother who is 14 also but grew up in Johnston City. The whole thing is complicated but I will explain just for you later." He smiled at Derek, in love with this boy already. He was drawn to the blond boy like moths to a flame. "The main part is that my Dad owns the Motor Court and we live with him. He's Pete Johnston."

The two boys walked toward the main group, talking the whole way.

"Bobby, where were you in Iowa?"

They sat down in two folding chairs, very close together.

"I lived on a farm with my two brothers and my Dad. He was killed in an auto accident about a month ago. So, we came to stay with Pete, who is now our other Dad, you know, a foster father."

"Sorry about your Dad, Bobby, but I think I know Pete Johnston. His Uncle Peter lived in the house next to me. Hey, that's not far." Derek was excited, he liked this boy with the dirty blond hair, full of curls. "It's only a block or two from you. We could get together and play, couldn't we?"

Bobby was getting hot for this kid, he had a nice body, not fat but not skinny either. His face was so cute, regular features with blue eyes, thin red lips and brilliant teeth when he smiled. "I sure hope so, Derek, I'd like to be good friends with you."

At that point Pastor McMillion called for attention and the group was to play a game with Bible verses like charades. He watched at the game started, noticing that Bobby and Derek were sitting together. 'That bodes well for Bobby Stone,' he thought, 'I'd be willing to bet my pay check they will be great friends by next month's meeting.'

When the Kids Club was over, Bobby asked Derek if they could drive him home.

"That would be great. It's not that far as you know, but better riding than walking."

Bobby held Derek's hand to drag him to Pete's truck.

"Hey, Dad, I brought Derek with me, so we could drive him home. He lives next to where your Uncle Peter lived."

Pete invited them, "Hop in boys, and I'll get you home fast." He turned to Derek, "Could I meet your parents, Derek, I'd like to if I could."

"Ah, Mr. Johnston, my Dad left three years ago, but my mother should be home. We can see."

At the house Derek opened the door and hollered for his mother. "Could you please come to the door, Mom, I want you to meet a couple people." To Pete and Bobby he said, "Come on in, she'll be here in a second."

Pete almost fainted dead away, Derek's mother was Cyndi Jordan from Pete's class at Windsor High School. He had dated her a little and she was the first and only woman he'd ever had sex with. That had only confirmed to Pete he'd never get married or have children. He thought, 'so look at me now, four boys.' He grinned to himself.

"Oh, Cyndi," he gasped, "I had no idea you were still in town. So good to see you."

Cyndi stuck out her hand to be shaken, "And, you too, Mr. Johnston," she smiled kindly, "You have been all over since graduation, all over the country, maybe?"

Pete woke up a bit, "Yes, a lot of places, but back to the old home town. Bobby here is a foster child I have taken on. I'll explain the whole thing eventually, very complicated."

"Is he the only one, Pete?"

"Oh, no, I have three others."

"The old permanent bachelor is laden with children. I'd like to hear all about it."

"I'm sorry, right now I need to be home to feed the hungry wolves, my pack. One is 18, two are 14 and Bobby is 10 like Derek. I'm learning a lot very fast. I sure would like to get together and discuss our 'families'. Pastor McMillion heard my plea for Bobby, who is new in town and knows nobody. He introduced him to Derek to help him feel better about the new school in a new town. He said that Derek's and Bobby's teacher is a member of his church and he'll see if she wouldn't let Derek sort of guide Bobby around."

"That's great, Pete, and thanks for bringing Derek home. Are you all living at the Motor Court?"

"Yes, and I will call you very soon, maybe for coffee. Okay?"

"Fine, Pete, good to see you, and call soon."

Pete and Bobby got in the truck and headed home.

"She's a hot woman, Petey, did you ever .... get in her pants?"

"Bobby, that's not a nice question. That's getting too personal about my life?"

Bobby couldn't stop, "Petey, I'll bet you could have gotten her, right?"

Pete tried to appease him, "No, Bobby, let it go. At no time did I want a woman." He knew that wasn't exactly the truth, but it was close enough.

Yet the vision of them in bed in her parents house wouldn't go away. It was his first and he was only able to perform when she jacked him off, but never a woman again. They had almost graduated by then and Pete left right after the ceremony. They had never communicated in the intervening years.

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