Tourist Motor Court

TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 5 by Paul Daventon

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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 5

Pete and Ted lay naked on the bed, sweating slightly, but holding their bodies together, hands everywhere. They were worn with the recent exertions of their loving. Both had exploded in the mouths of their partner, shooting ropes of cum down their throats.

"Oh, Dad, if I were to die, your germ is in me, I'm absorbing your seed into my blood, my body and my heart, I would be happy. Please don't let go, I thank you so much, you will be eternally with me. I love you, Dad, as my dad but also as my lover, too."

"Thank you, Teddy, you are my son, for which I love you, and you have given me your own seed that I will assimilate into my body. I do wish my seed had created you, son, but I'm sure you wouldn't have become any better than this. We will never do this again, I will always have loving memories of you." He patted Ted's small bubble butt, "One more thing, though, I want one more thing from you."

Ted looked quizzically at his Dad, "What's that, Dad?"

Pete's eyes watered a little, "Teddy, I want you inside me, taking my ass, spewing your seed into my body just for me. Would you do that?"

Ted pressed his face into Pete's firm pecs, his breathing rapid and unsteady. "Oh, Dad, I've dreamed of that, but never would have dared to ask." He sighed and smiled, "I'll accept your offer." His hands caressed Pete's ass, kneading as he went, pulling them slightly apart.

As Ted turned on his stomach, Pete stared at his body with fervor and erotic desire. "Ted," he murmured, "your body is a wonder, a wonder and amazing, that I would like to devour and absorb into my own." Pete turned toward Ted, using his hands to search and soak up his physical presence, as his fingers followed Ted's hills and valleys, over his mounds of buttocks, so pert and brazen. Pete began to kiss his son's shoulders and wings, then down his spine, knob by knob and over the long muscles beside the tower of bones and discs. He soon came to the coccyx at the entrance to Ted's butt crack, then deeper to find his anus and torture it.

"Oh, god, Dad, that's so wonderful, I'm dripping already, be careful, I don't want to cum yet."

"Okay, Teddy, I'll quit, I don't want to miss having you inside me, even though I'd like to taste and lick every square inch of your body, maybe later after you make love to me. Okay?"

Ted rolled his slender, long body behind Pete, "Okay, now you should get on your side. If I take you from behind, I can play with all sorts of treats on your best side." He giggled, "And that will really be my treat." Ted rolled Pete onto his right side, pushing his left knee up to meet Pete's chest. That opened a red carpet entrance to Pete's love channel.

Pete held his leg close to his chest, opening the way for Ted's cock, slick with pre-cum, aimed for the rose bud of Pete's anus. Pete also held his breath, he hadn't had anal intercourse in probably four years, since before he went to the Stone's farm in Knoxville. If he'd known that the woman he thought was Jacob's wife was just a housekeeper, he'd have gone after Jacob like a shot. The man had been gorgeous, hence the beauty of his sons. Pete hadn't want to get entangled with the boys, too young anyway for him.

Ted pressed his ram against that tiny opening, light reddish brown, between Pete's cheeks and so small and almost invisible under Pete's dark hair, but he thrust his hips gently, just gradually working his way through the sphincter. At the same time, he closed his upper body against Pete's back, his arms around Pete so his hands could find those big nipples of the older man's body to tweak and twist them.

Pete was a little bigger around than Ted, more filled out, but no more muscular than him. He felt the force against his sphincter but wasn't quite ready to admit Ted's driven poker to his innards. He tried to relax, but it had been so long. At last Pete figured out how to slacken enough to allow the large head inside, warming as Ted very gradually entered, finally filling Pete's rectum with his whole organ.

As the warmth filled his body, Pete perceived the shocks to his nervous system, stinging from his anus up his whole body to his head. The tingling and zinging saturated his nerve endings everywhere Ted was touching him with his hands and fingers and with his whole front, alive with firm muscle, velvet skin and what little hair Ted had on his body.

Pete grabbed one of Ted's hands to bring it up to his mouth where he kissed the slightly sweaty palm, then stuck each of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them one at a time, swirling his tongue around and between them.

That had never happened to Ted before, his excitement was bounding over so he knew he would reach his peak shortly. But the feelings on his shaft, their naked merging of flesh and the full mounds of Pete's butt against his crotch threw the young man into physical hysterics of muscular spasms and jerking limbs. He had to hold on to Pete very tight to keep from throwing himself out of the hot sheath where his pole resided.

Ted grabbed Pete's hard, throbbing cock with his other hand, jerking him in rhythm with his pounding of Pete's ass. His thrusts became more a physical reaction to his excitement, jerky and almost uncontrolled at times until he gave one huge plunge to the depths of Pete's body. He moaned loudly as his life's force spewed into Pete's guts, and he felt Pete's swollen and rigid cock begin to pump out his seed, two, four and more shots.

Quickly, Ted pulled out, turning Pete toward himself and hugged and kissed the older man after a plundering looting of his lover's body and soul.

"Oh, Pete, Dad, thank you so much." He thrust his tongue into Pete's mouth, dueling with the tongue he found there, sharing juices with each other. "I've never done that before, Petey, I'm so thankful for your acceptance of me as your lover. And I do love you, but you know that."

Pete laughed, "Yes, well, you pretty well ripped me a new asshole, bud, I should thank you, it has been a long time." They hugged and kissed, gradually relaxing from their passionate, torrid sex. "I sort of hope Frank's cock isn't as big as yours." He laughed, "I'm just kidding."

"Another thing, Ted, now you are my son, we aren't lovers. We must stop, now."

"Um, Dad."

"Yes?"

"There is something I think you should do. Soon."

"What's that?"

"I think you should adopt Tom, Bobby and maybe me just like you adopted Tim. You know, then we wouldn't be foster sons anymore. And," Ted hesitated, not sure how Pete would take his idea. "And, you could be gay then and wouldn't be investigated if someone in authority were to find out."

Pete was quiet, thinking of the possibilities, initially thinking that Ted was right. If the boys were still foster sons, and if he connected with someone he loved, they could be taken away from him. He couldn't stand that.

"Actually, I'm not a foster child so you wouldn't have to adopt me." Ted sounded a little hurt at that idea. Fortunately, Pete picked up on that.

"Teddy, you would be the first I would adopt. Even though you aren't foster, I still would want and need a son like you, too." He leaned over Ted and kissed him, hard and emotionally. "A little while ago, I was thinking of your Dad, your real Dad. If I'd known that the woman taking care of you guys wasn't your mother, I'd have jumped his bones. I don't mean to make you sad, but your Dad was a paragon of hot manhood and desirability. Do you think he would have accepted me, Teddy?"

"Sure, Petey, I know it. He and I often talked about you, but he didn't want to start an affair with you because he felt it wouldn't be good for the young boys." Ted smiled slyly, "Pete, I wanted so badly to have sex with my Dad, but he wouldn't have it. Not with his son."

Ted hugged Pete, pulling his body against his own, "I'll tell you a secret, I often caught Dad watching me, discreetly, when I was undressing or taking a shower. And I could tell he was aroused hugely. He had the biggest dick. One time after we'd gone to bed and Dad had stayed up to watch something on TV, I didn't feel good and walked downstairs to talk to him. I was just about to walk in the living room when I saw that he had his cock out and was jacking off. Pete, it must have been over 8 inches long, and thick, thick as my wrist. I couldn't believe it." He paused to snicker, "I should have left but watched until the cum flew out of his cock, all over his bare chest. There was a gallon of it at least. I then slid up the stairs and jacked myself off eagerly, wishing I could suck him or get him to fuck me." Then Ted reacted sadly, "Now I can never see him or touch him, ever, I guess I'm so sorry for myself." He buried his face in Pete's neck, he started coughing, then Pete realized he was sobbing quietly, "Thanks for rescuing us, Petey."

Pete held Ted tightly, exalting in the feel of his marvelous body, so muscular and strong. They lay together, recovering, caressing each other lazily but hungrily.

"Dad," a small voice broke through their concentration on each other. "Dad, could you help us?" The two men quickly realized that Bobby, and maybe, Derek, too, had come into the bedroom. Ted quickly pulled a sheet over their naked bodies.

Ted and Pete were surprised just as they heard a small, high voice invade their sex scene in Pete's bedroom. Since both men were lying in the dark room, they couldn't see too well.

"Is that you, Bobby?"

"Yes, it's me, and Derek is with me." Bobby spoke weakly, suddenly a little afraid of Ted and Pete, worried that he shouldn't have brought Derek to see them.

"What is it, Bobby?" Pete asked in youngest son. "How can we help you?"

Bobby and Derek moved close to the bed so Pete and Ted could see they also were naked. "Ted, Derek and I were sucking each other like to you used to do to me. . You remember?"

"Sure, Bobby, you and I did that." Ted was reassuring Bobby, but he didn't realize how much his little brother had grown.

Bobby reddened, he seemed embarrassed, "Well, when Derek did that to me, something came out of my dicky, something thick and sticky. We don't know what that was. I was afraid I broke something."

Ted also remembered that Bobby wouldn't have seen Ted's own semen because Tom always swallowed it, and Ted swallowed Tom's semen. Since Bobby rarely was included in their sex play, so he was more innocent than Ted originally thought.

"Bobby, do you remember that Tom and I would get so excited that we would seem to explode and yell, then collapse and sleep. You remember that?"

Bobby nodded, "I thought you were tired." He climbed up on the bed, helped Derek up, still naked, sitting next to Ted and Pete who also were naked. Ted and Pete looked at each other with questioning eyes, thinking, 'what are we to do with these boys?'

Ted pulled Bobby to him, setting him on his lap. "So, Bobby, what did it feel like when the stuff came out of your dicky? Did you like it?"

Bobby was a little scared of Ted, but he did answer. "I was shaking and shivering, Ted, and my dicky seemed to shock me." He actually couldn't remember anymore just how he did feel.

Ted turned to Pete and pulled down the sheet from Pete's naked body. Showing Bobby the gobs of semen on Pete's stomach and chest, "Did it look like this, Bobby? This is what come out of Pete's dick a little bit ago."

Bobby put a finger on the remnant of Pete's sperm, "Yes, Teddy, just like that. Derek swallowed some, but the rest went on my dicky. See," he pointed there, "it was like this, too."

Ted explained what it was, and that it meant that Bobby was growing up very fast, he would be 11 soon.

Pete spoke to Bobby and Derek, "Would you two like to sleep with Ted and me, now? We will hold you and keep the scary things away."

Bobby nodded as did Derek, who crawled quickly over to Pete and lay on top of him.

"Geez, Derek, I don't think I can hold you there, you are getting pretty heavy. Isn't that so?"

Derek smiled shyly, "Yes, Pete, I'm getting heavier. Sorry."

"No problem, Derek, we'll manage."

Pete pulled Derek against his own side and cuddled the young boy whose young dick was pushing into Pete's ribs. But they settled into good positions and held each other. Derek felt Pete's cock, but it wasn't hard so he paid little attention to it.

Actually, Pete's cock didn't stay soft, having the naked Derek against him, he couldn't help it, just lay still, caressing Derek's body with his warm hands. Ted also gathered Bobby up in his arms and they lay tight together, enjoying their feeling of being together. Ted thought, 'gosh, my 10 year old brother has had his first 'cum', I don't think mine came until I was 12.'

In the early morning, Bobby and Derek woke and left the older men, running fast in the nude back to their cottage. Pete realized what they were doing and told them to come back for breakfast in a couple hours. The older man needed his rest to rejuvenate his body and supply of seed.

He and Ted again huddled together and did sleep another hour or so.

"Dad," Ted began when they woke, "I need to thank you again for allowing me to love you in my way. I've never had a greater experience. But," he paused, "I know we can't keep doing that." He giggled, smiled sexily, "We each need someone to love, don't we?"

"You are so right.. And I appreciate your loving ways, my son, you are so passionate."

They heard small voices in the living room, must be Bobby and Derek.

"You kids get out of here and leave us alone. Then we'll feed you, okay? Give us about fifteen minutes?"

Ted and Pete assumed their visitors were Bobby and Derek, back to get some breakfast. . They felt that Tim and Tom wouldn't be up until someone went in to wake them.

"Bobby, are you guys dressed?" Pete was worried they were still running around naked.

"Sure, Dad, both of us." Bobby sounded happy, perky, very happy. "Actually we are wearing each other's clothes," he giggled, "even underwear. It's fun."

"Good, go wake up Tim and Tom. Just pound on the door until they answer. Don't go inside their cottage, got it?"

"Yeah, Dad, Derek and I will wake them, whether they want it or not."

Ted murmured against Pete's neck, "Dad, we got to keep that door locked, unless we don't mind them coming in at all hours. It's embarrassing, Pete."

"If you remember, they left early this morning and probably didn't lock the door." Pete started laughing, "Somehow, Ted, we have to get control of this boys' menagerie. You do realize that we are not in control, don't you?" Pete turned over, pulled Ted on top of him and put one hand on Ted's hunky butt and one behind Ted's head, lowering it so they could meld their lips.

"Yes, Dad, I know, but it is so neat this way."

"I agree, but we are a business now, and have to watch how we look to our public." He got out from under Ted, stood and started finding his clothes. "We better get breakfast ready before we are inundated with starving boys. We can clean up later, right?"

"Sure, Dad." He got up and grabbed Pete, hugging his naked body, "I want to thank you again, it was wonderful." He cupped Pete's buttocks with both hands, and his dick was rising.

"That's good, Teddy, you will find someone, maybe even Brett, and you two will discover all the new exciting things to do." They kissed, patted bottoms and tweaked soft dicks. "Let's go."

Tim and Tom heard the pounding on their door. They were hugging, arms and legs around each other under the covers. They had been awake for almost half an hour but hadn't separated. Both Tom and Tim enjoyed their coming together in that bed. They softly kissed each other, though they hadn't actually had sex. But they were getting close since both had woodies. Tim decided they needed to talk to Pete again to see what they could do.

Both their cocks were aroused, hard and thick, pushing against each other and both dripping on their bodies. They had advanced their 'touching' to buttocks, their hands searching the other's global mounds, feeling the softness on top of their hard muscles. But neither one had let his fingers delve into the big crack, but stayed out of the dark, mysterious valley. Probably not too long before they have to find out the mysteries in that place.

Tim muttered, "I think that's Bobby and Derek, Pete probably told them to wake us up." He looked into Tom's face and smiled, "I am sort of hungry, aren't you?"

Tom hugged Tim, "Yes, me too. Shall we take a shower ... together? That was fun." He grinned while patting Tim's buttocks. "You feel so good to me, Tim, I love it."

"Okay, man, me too, let's go."

The two boys enjoyed themselves again in the shower, their bodies touching while they soaped the other and felt so hot. After just washing and drying off, they got into their clothes, ready for breakfast. Just before they left their cottage, they stood inside the door, holding each other, releasing after a quick kiss between them.

"Tom, everyone's going to know how happy we are. It's in your face, I can see it."

"Tim, I'll bet you are the same, you look red and ... ah .... just excited. We should try to calm down." Neither one knew how to do that, so they just ran around the whole Tourist Court to get to breakfast, hoping that might give them a reason for being red and excited. Tom asked, "Timmy, is my dick showing?"

Tim looked closely at Tom's crotch, "Well, I can see it now, but it should go down soon."

By the time they got to Pete's cottage for breakfast, everyone else looked reddish and excited. Even Pete and Ted appeared harried. The boys wondered what they'd been up to. Even when they looked at Bobby, he was going ten ways at once.

After they sat down for breakfast, a big one was prepared by Pete and Ted for the rest of the family. Pancakes, bacon and sausage, scrambled eggs filled plates on the table, all hot and delicious. Everyone filled their mouths quickly, so the only sound was from masticating and devouring

Pete finished before the rest. He decided to bring up the subject of adoption with his whole family.

"While you are finishing your meal, I want to bring up something that Ted suggested last night. He was concerned with you boys being foster children, except for Tim, we could be inspected by the children's social workers at any time. I don't know about you, but I would not want that to happen at the wrong time. We'd be split up."

Pete had a sip of coffee, "So, what I'm going to do is talk to our friend, Amanda Warren, to see if I can't adopt you all. Since Ted is an adult, I suggested he might not want to do that, but he assured me that he wants to be my actual son, just like the rest of you, I guess." He looked anxiously around the table, "What do you guys think?"

The group exploded with positive opinions, given in loud voices and exuberance.

"Yes, yes, yes, do it now!" Some voices were muffled by large amounts of food in their mouths, but their opinions were understood.

Pete felt his eyes tear up, his face flushed with happiness when he heard his boys urging him to adopt them. He was so pleased with them, loving them as he did. When the boys saw how he felt, they got up to hug him and kiss their almost actual father. Pete's face was decorated with bits of pancakes and syrup, sticky and all. He knew he was a very lucky man, to have four such wonderful boys, from being a single man on the loose, to a family man with four wonderful children, children he would never have expected to be in his family.

All the boys sat again to finish their breakfast, not wanting to let food go to waste or worried that they won't get their share. Teasing was incessant around the table, enough to make them all laugh but fortunately no tears. Pete couldn't help going to the kitchen to let his feelings out and he sobbed as quietly as he could. Even so, Ted heard him, came quickly to hold him in his arms, cooing to him warmly.

"Petey, you have been so wonderful to us, and you know we love you and we'll do anything for you that you need. Now, Petey, get a grip, let's finish breakfast." He poked Pete in his ass, "Just remember what we did last night, that should straighten you out." Laughing, he reached down to feel Pete's cock, still soft but rising fast.

"Come on, Pete, let's go back and finish."

Pete wiped his face on a towel, and was able to quit crying so he could return to the table.

"Thanks, Teddy, I love you so much. Stick with your old Dad here and keep me on the straight and narrow." He grinned, "Well, I don't know how straight, though." He chuckled.

Brett Morgan was still asleep that morning, sprawled on his wide bed, sheets in complete disarray. He was naked as usual, his cock rising vertically from his pubes, huge and as if swaying in a breeze. The boy's body was so muscular, slender with practically no body fat, but not a body builder's physique. Brett's shape came from wrestling, swimming and track. He never wanted any of the team sports like football, basketball or baseball.

Brett's bedside phone chirped loudly, waking him quickly. He was hoping it might be Ted Stone.

"Hey, Brett!" He knew it was Monty Warren, the last person he wanted to talk to.

"Yeah," he growled. Brett's voice was not welcoming, wishing he'd go away.

"Brett, when you comin' over, haven't seen you in quite a while."

"Oh, Monty, I've been real busy, haven't had any spare time."

"Well, old fuck buddy, I noticed you had time to meet the new guy over at the motel. How come you have time for him?" Monty's attitude was one of threats and warnings. He didn't want Brett to get away from him.

Brett had no real answer. "If it's any of your business, I saw his car over there, and thought he might want parts from my grandfather's car, the same year and model. That's all."

"Well, I don't want you to get near that guy. He's trouble."

'No, Monty, you're the one who's trouble,' he thought. "I don't think so Monty, and you don't tell me who I can talk to or anything. Are you threatening me, Monty? Cause if you are, you could be the one in trouble. As a matter of fact, Monty, how long do you think your mother would keep you there after she knew what you've been doing." He paused, a little afraid, "And I don't mean with me, I mean the other stuff you do." Brett didn't know of any other stuff, but was bluffing. He figured that Monte had to be doing some sort of bad stuff.

"Son of a bitch, Brett, you better not tell anything. I can sure tell a lot about you, like how you want my big cock up your ass."

Now Brett was really frightened, Monty could be real trouble, he was big and strong, even though he never did anything.

"Okay, Monty, I'll tell you what. You keep your mouth shut and so will I. But I don't think I'll be coming over to see you anymore." Brett was breathing hard, he knew it would be touch and go whether Monty would keep quiet.

"What is it, you little shit, you getting all the cock you want from that guy at the motel?"

"No, Monty, I don't and, damn it, it's no business of yours. You just keep away from him and me, too. I've had enough of your telling me what to do, enough, you got it?"

Monty spoke smoothly, mealy mouthed, "I got it, Brett, but you are going to get it from me, you idiot, just wait and see."

Monty ended the connection with a loud 'Fuck' that filled his room and could have carried as far as the master bedroom where his mother was sleeping, he hoped.

Brett was really scared then. 'Shit, what am I going to do now. He can beat the crap out of me any time he wants." He remembered he had to get to school, soon, so he got up, used the bathroom and dressed in quicktime. He grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, deciding not to have any breakfast, got in his car and raced to the high school. His Dad would be in his office there.

On the way one thought came to him. 'Maybe if I told Ted all about it, he might have some ideas or even might help me with Monty.' Brett's mood brightened with that possibility. He smiled as he remembered seeing Ted the other night, flat on his back under the car, wishing he could have felt his dick, 'bet he's got a big one.'

Everyone at the Tourist Court was busy after breakfast that day. The motel was to open for business that day so all the Stones and Johnstons would be busy. Well, Tim and Tom would be heading for school soon. Bobby dressed for school and took Derek back to his house where he would get ready, too.

Derek's mother asked how their overnight was. "Did you guys have fun?" She smiled, thinking they were so cute together, almost like twins even.

Derek piped up, "Yeah, Mom, it was great. We slept good, nice bed and Mr. Johnston made a great breakfast for all of us. We had pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs and juice and milk."

"You guys must be full. How many were there?"

Bobby explained,"There were us and my two brothers, Ted and Tom, then Pete and his son, Tim, was there too. He and Tom stay in one of the cottages as their home. My oldest brother, Ted, and I live in another cottage. Last night, since Derek was with me, Ted stayed with our Dad in the Office Cottage. So it worked out real well." He didn't think of telling Derek's mother that they slept in the same bed, and naked too.

In the back of Bobby's mind, of course, was the fact that he had come for the first time in his life, thanks to Derek's mouth. He blushed thinking about that, hoping it didn't show much. He was beginning to like Derek a lot, and thought Derek was doing the same for him. They left to walk to the elementary school, only a couple blocks away.

Pete and Ted finalized the opening of their Tourist Court by putting up flags, streamers and paper signs on the curbside space. Blinking lights in the huge sign welcomed guests to the reconditioned Tourist Court. A flashing neon sign over the huge sign showed VACANCY. Even in the sun the lights focused on eight cottages that were spread around the semi-circular drive. Their bright white paint and deep red roofs made them stand out in the background of deep evergreen and deciduous trees which they fronted from the street. The smaller buildings had plenty of curb appeal.

All of the cottages had been cleaned and freshened by the boys so they were ready for the guests, all except the first and second cottages. Those were reserved, one for Ted and Bobby and one for Tim and Tom. The rest were available to travelers and motorists plying Route 30 in Western Ohio.

Ted and Pete remained in the office at the counter with the registration slips and accounting, ready to book in a customer. Pete felt they wouldn't have any guests until late in the afternoon, or in the evening. And, he hoped, they would get some local guests. Until their opening was well known around their area, the Tourist Court may only get people stopping while traveling late on Route 30.

While in the office, the phone rang. Ted answered, "Johnston City Tourist Court, Ted speaking."

"Sweet, Ted, this is Brett. I'm just going home from school and wondered if I could talk to you, ah ... privately if possible." To Ted, Brett sounded nervous and rattled, not his regular self.

"Oh, sure, Brett, the motel is open now, but Pete will be here to give me a break." He laughed, "We haven't been very busy, Brett, no customers so far."

Brett hesitated, he didn't want to scare Ted, "Teddy, I'm going to park on the street behind the motel and will walk through the woods. I don't want my car to be seen at your place. Okay?"

"That's fine, Brent, come to the last cottage, Number 8, I'll be there is a few minutes."

"Great, see you then."

Ted told Pete about Brett's call. "He wanted to talk to me privately, and I said I'd meet him in number 8 for a while." He smiled slyly, "No, we aren't going to mess up the cottage, Pete, we're just going to talk." He looked questioningly at Pete, "Well?"

Pete laughed, "Yes, my son, you can take off, just leave the place as you found it. You really don't know what's going on with Brett, do you?"

"Not really, Dad, but I'll do my best."

Pete looked around the office and outside, too, but didn't see cars headed there with a customer. Their first day in business seemed to be a 'bust' so far. It was late in the afternoon, warm breezes moved the tall trees behind the motel. Pete was thinking about their dinner, what would he serve and who all would be there. He supposed the usual gang, out of school and ready for food. He decided to let Tim, Tom and Bobby have snacks when they got in, preferring to wait until Ted was free before getting dinner. Maybe a huge bowl of mac and cheese with hot dogs, he thought, and a smaller bowl of salad. Some of the boys wouldn't want to eat it, but it would be a MUST this time. 'They better get used to it' he thought, 'because he would continue serving a salad, mostly lettuce, but with other vegetables in it to the bunch.' They need veggies all the time.

While he wasn't busy, Pete decided to call Amanda Warren to find out how to set up the adoptions of Ted, Tom and Bobby. He hoped that could be handled quickly and easily. Probably will cost some bucks, but that will be worth it.

"Hello, Amanda?"

"Yes."

"This is Pete Johnston, I need some information you may be able to give, or tell me where I can get it."

"Sure, Pete, what do you need?"

"Well, my boys want me to adopt them as soon as possible. They really aren't happy being foster children, and I can understand that. Since I've already adopted Tim, it would be for the three Stone boys. You may remember that their mother died about 10 years ago and their father was killed earlier in the summer."

Amanda was relieved Pete didn't have a big problem. "Pete, I will alert my husband, Henry, to your wishes and he will put in for a court appearance. I'll talk to Mrs. Blanchard of the Social Services who will probably want to check you out again like she did for the foster care setup. Shouldn't be any problem."

"Thank you, very much, Amanda, I'll check with Henry for an appointment there. I have all their birth certificates, school and medical records from Marion County, Iowa, that were faxed to me. I know the boys will be much happier with a legal father seeing to them. Thanks again."

"Sure, Pete, let me know when the court date will be, I'll want to be there. You and your family are close to my thoughts. I wish you all the best. Bye."

Pete was thinking that he'd have to warn the boys the social worker could be dropping in any time to see how they are doing. Clothes should be hung up, beds made and closets and bathrooms clean. Nothing sexy should be lying around the cottages. He decided to talk to them that evening at dinner.

Looking around again, Pete saw nothing to indicate any customer would be showing up.

Ted was lying on one of the beds in Cottage 8, thinking about Brett, trying to decide how he would deal with him. He knew, as much as he'd like sex with him, he wouldn't do it for a while.

He heard two soft taps at the door. Pushing the door open, Brett hurried inside, looking harried and nervous. Ted knew he was worried by the look on his face. He hoped he could help Brett. He admitted to himself that he did like the young man, just a year younger. And he was very good looking, a hot set up body, the cutest smile.

"Sit down, Brett, before you wear out the carpet." He smiled to ameliorate his slightly harsh tone. "Take the chair, man, I'll just sit on the bed." He patted Brett on his back as he went by to the chair, happily feeling Brett's muscular shoulders.

"Now, Brett, what's the problem. I'll do anything I can for you." Ted faced his new friend. "If you tell me everything, we might be able to do something to help."

Brett sat with his elbows on his knees, hands over his face. "Ted, I'm so scared. I guess I made a stupid move, but didn't know what else to do." He began to wring his hands, leaving his face open to Ted, who noticed his eyes were very moist, he was almost crying.

"Brett, you need to tell me what's been going on. How about starting with telling me who that 'older man' you've been having sex with?"

Suddenly, Brett started sobbing, crying hard, gasping for breath and shaking all over.

Ted stood, went to Brett and lifted him to a standing position. He brought him to the bed and sat him on the edge, keeping an arm around him so he wouldn't fall off.

"Please, Brett, I need to understand what is going on."

Brett turned to Ted, who was sitting beside him, grabbed him with both arms and pushed his face onto Ted's shoulder. "Oh, god, Ted, I'm so stupid." He shuddered, "I don't have anyone else to talk to, I'm so happy you would." Brett held Ted in a frantic grip, his arms tightly wound.

"I'm here, Brett, go ahead."

Brett sat up again, slightly relieved and let go of Ted. "Ted, I started having sex with this guy a couple of years ago."

"Wait, that would be when you were sixteen, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Did he seduce you, or was it the other way around. Now think and tell me true."

Brett hesitated, trying to remember. "He seduced me, we were in his bedroom playing some computer games he had, ones I hadn't seen before. He started touching me, and one thing led to many others. He finally fucked me that day and I found what I needed to satisfy me."

Ted looked into Brett's eyes, smiling warmly, and hugged him solidly, "I would like that, too, man, but not until we go through a real, honest courting. Does that sound silly?"

"Not at all, Ted, I'd like that." He reddened, blushing but smiling heroically, "I'd really like just a kiss from you right now." He lowered his eyes, emboldened to seek a relationship with this man he already loved. They kissed a gentle, light kiss, brushing their lips together.

"Okay, Brett, I think we've settled some points there, I'm committed to expanding our affair slowly, I really like you." He crushed his lips again on Brett's. Brett moaned.

Ted needed more information from Brett, "Brett, you must tell me the whole problem. First, who is this older man who seduced you and had sex with you, a minor? He could go to jail just for that. I suppose the biggest problem with you would be testifying against him. Right?"

At the point Brett's eyes reflected fear and horror. Ted pushed Brett back to lay on the bed, stretched out, and Ted lay in the same position beside him. He again wrapped his arms around Brett's shoulders, his head on Ted's biceps.

Brett lay against Ted, breathing slowly with an arm laid across Ted's chest. He didn't say anything for a while. Finally, "Do you know Monty Warren, Ted?"

"No, but if his parents are Amanda and Henry Warren, we do know him?"

Brett raised his head toward Ted, "That's right, how do you know them?"

"Well, Henry is our lawyer and Amanda has helped us a lot getting settled here."

Brett laughed, "Henry is a lousy lawyer, but Amanda is a real powerhouse in Johnston."

Ted agreed, "Yes we know that about Henry, he tried to rob the motel a couple months back." He laughed, "But we trapped him and got pictures of him tied up and laying on the floor in our office."

"Good for you." Brett's face went sour again. "Monty Warren is the one who got my virginity and has been fucking me frequently. I'm partly at fault because I've been calling him and wanting to go to him."

"No, Brett it isn't your fault. It was sexual abuse of a minor, which I will point out to Mr. Monty Warren when I see him." Ted thought back, "What kind of car does Monty have?"

"It's a Mercedes, but I don't know the model. It's black, long and low, a real sports car."

"Would this be the license number?" Ted rattled off the number on the car that passed the motel a few times when he was on the front lawn.

"Yup, that's it. When have you seen it?"

Ted explained the circumstances, wondering why the guy had gone past three times. "Is that how he knows me? Or does he?"

Brent thought a minute. "He was probably checking you out, he's always looking out for hot men he can fuck."

"What else does he do, Brett, that we could catch him at. Drugs, maybe?"

Brett shook his head slowly, "He may, but I honestly don't know. He never showed me any, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I just don't know."

Ted rolled over, partly on top of Brett, "I don't suppose you would be willing to testify against him. I'm sure your father would not be pleased. Had you ever thought of telling all this to your father?"

"Ted, my Dad is a good man, but he is suspicious about gays. If any student acts in a gay manner, he will punish him or her somehow. He is always unsympathetic at home, as if he'd like to put them away. Sometimes I wonder if he isn't a repressed gay."

Brett held Ted against himself, caressing his back, even buttocks. Ted didn't react badly to that, he understood Brett's state, knowing he needed support, not putting down. "I'm sorry about that, Brett, obviously he has no sympathy for gays. I just wonder if he learned his son is gay whether he wouldn't change his attitude. I guess you wouldn't hope for that."

"Right." Brett could reach Ted's forehead with his lips, tenderly kissing him on his worry lines. Neither man moved for quite a while. Brett could feel Ted's hardon against his thigh, and Brett's hardon was under Ted's leg. Both knew it but didn't want to upset their present position.

The boys were shocked to hear the door open.

"Gentlemen, please excuse me. No, don't get up." Pete realized they weren't naked or anything, just in an embrace.

"I'm sorry, Brett, but your father called to see if I knew where you were. I said I didn't but that I would look around." Pete didn't look at them, "If I were you, I'd finish your talk, take your time, but get home before too long. If you'd like, I could tell him that you were working with Ted to help clean up the cottages."

Neither man moved, Brett just raised his head a little, "Thanks a lot, Pete, we will finish soon, just a little more I need to tell Ted. By the way I would like Ted to tell you everything, maybe you might have a suggestion to help me."

"Sure, Brett, and you come back any time, we just want to help." Pete smiled and left, shutting the door quietly.

"Your Dad is super, Ted, I wish mine was like yours. I'd have a lot happier life."

"What more did you want to tell?"

"Oh, I talked to Monty on the phone, telling him I wouldn't be back, I was through with him for good. Then he threatened me and I threatened him." Brett got that worried look, "but he'd probably really get me. I'm still afraid, Teddy, I hope you can think of something we can do. I'm afraid he will try to 'out' me to the school or my father."

Ted gave Brett another little kiss and stood up, "I think you better get home. Call me if you need me, anytime, Brett. I'll come to you wherever you are, okay?"

Ted gave Brett his hand and pulled him upright. They quickly clinched, hugging tenderly, kissing once more.

"Thanks, Ted, I appreciate this so much."

Brent arrived at his house quickly. He found his Dad in his study, obviously just waiting for him, his face furious, deep red with angry eyes.

"Hi, Dad, what do you need?"

Harry Morgan growled, "I want you to tell me why this crap is coming in the mail to you." Brett's Dad held up a magazine with lots of naked guys on the cover, all with hardons.

Then Brett was really scared. "That came for me? I've never seen anything like that. Where did it come from?"

His dad showed him the envelope with a Johnston City Post Office cancellation, dated the day before.

"Dad, believe me, that came from here and I don't know why anyone would send it to me, maybe for some kind of a joke or a kid trying to get me in trouble. You know how kids try to get children of the superintendent in trouble."

"Well, I don't think it is much of a joke."

Brett looked over the envelope again, it was addressed to him. "Dad, this was addressed to me, why would you open it?" He tried to gain the upper hand. "If I'd opened it, I would have destroyed it immediately, you know I would." He did see his father was a bit embarrassed, he had no reason for opening his mail.

"Brett, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I don't know why, really. I know you are a good boy, Brett, and I guess I understand why a "friend" might do it. Okay, go get ready for supper. I'll see you later."

Brett bent over his father, seated in his executive chair. "Thanks, Dad, I love you." He kissed his Dad on the forehead. Then he thought, 'I'm a man, not a boy, Dad'.

He noted as he left that his Dad's face was bright red, embarrassed and ashamed, knowing that he'd made a big mistake which could have split them apart..

Brett headed upstairs to his room where he got on his cell phone and called Ted. He explained what had happened. "I'm sure it was Monty. He's sneaky like that."

Ted answered, "I suppose he could do it again. Do you get home early enough to catch the mail before your dad does? If he sends another of those, you won't be able to get out of it."

"I could, I guess, if I came right home. Better do that from now on, I suppose."

Ted asked, "I don't suppose you have a photo of Monty in a compromising position, with you at the same time."

"No, but I think Monty has taken pictures of us having sex. Who knows where he keeps them."

"Maybe we can find out. I'll talk to Pete, he will have an idea. Give me your cell phone number, Brett."

He did.

After telling his Dad everything that Brett had confessed, Ted sat silent. He had no idea what they could do to help him.

"This Monty Warren is a real creep, that's who I saw driving past a few nights ago, watching me all the while. I don't like that, I think he's a predator. He's acted like that with Brett, abusing a minor like that."

"I know, Ted, but I'm not sure what we can do. You," he emphasized, "are to keep in touch with Brett as much as you can." Pete smiled, "And if that takes you closer to Brett, I don't think that would be bad. I'd like to see the two of you together."

Ted blushed, embarrassed by his dad, "Geez, Dad, I think you are jumping the gun, getting ahead of me. I like him, but I'm not ready for a love affair with him."

"Well, anytime you want to borrow a cottage, you go ahead and take it together."

Ted knew that Pete was teasing him, giving him a free rein to chose his lover. He loved his Dad for that, but didn't want to be pushed into anything.

Later that night, Pete was feeling a similar type of emotion on his own part, he kept thinking about Frank Warren. He often found his prick stretching down his leg until its shape would be evident to anyone. His boys didn't mention it, but they all had seen the evidence.

So, Pete decided to call Warren to invite him over for the evening.

"Hi, Warren, it's Pete."

"Oh, Hi, Pete. I'm glad you called." He hesitated, "I've been thinking about you a lot, Pete, I have to admit."

"Me, too, Frank. I'd like to talk to you much more. How about coming over for supper, tomorrow night and I'll get rid of the kids."

"Sounds good to me, Pete. Say, how is the Tourist Court doing? Lots of guests?"

Pete laughed, "Not exactly, Frank, haven't had any so far. But this weekend might bring a change to that. We'll see." He laughed again, "Frank, I don't suppose you'd want to rent a room from us?"

"I'll let you know, Pete, ask me again soon." Frank was thinking about renting a room for him and Pete. He didn't know or realize, but he and Pete could be in Pete's bedroom with the door shut and none of the boys would bother them. The young banker was so horny he couldn't stand it. He'd been used to lots of sex with his deceased lover, and had been celibate for over a year. When he first met Pete a couple weeks ago, he'd been stunned with Pete's good looks, hunky body and warm personality.

Frank had had a difficult time adjusting to living alone and sleeping without his lover's warm body next to him. He had cried himself to sleep so many times after Jim had died. His life had been horrible then, but slowly he had managed to straighten himself up and still remember Jim, yet start to live again. Now he was visualizing himself in bed with Pete, naked and excited. After all this time Frank was sure he would splash his cum as soon as he just touched Pete's body, or Pete touched him anywhere. He decided that he would have to survive a premature-ejaculation.

Ted got a call from Brett the next afternoon.

"Ted, it's good I got home early, because Monty had sent Dad a whole package of pictures of me getting fucked by him." He was really rattled, "Oh, God, Teddie, what am I going to do, it shows me naked and his cock up my hole."

"Brett, does it show Monte's face anywhere?"

"No, Ted, it doesn't, it shows his body, not his face."

"Does it show enough of the room to be recognized as Monty's?"

Brett hesitated, "Yes, Ted, it does. He has some special wall decorations, could be nowhere else."

"Could you bring those pictures over here? I told Pete all about this and I want to see what he thinks now."

"Yes, I can get away if I hurry. Be right there. I'll still park on the street behind the Court. Thanks, Ted. See you."

Brett had hidden the pictures down in his crotch held there by his briefs. He hurried through the woods behind the Tourist Court, heading for the office. There was a car parked in front and he immediately knew it was Monty's.

Swiftly Brett swung behind the cottages until he was behind the office and Pete's living room and bedroom. He was sure he could get in the back window of Pete's bedroom. Silently, he pushed up the screen and slid in the dark room. He was scared, panicked to his very core.

Then he could hear Monty talking to Ted in the office. Pulling out his cell phone, Brett dialed the office number.

"Johnston City Tourist Court, Ted speaking."

Brett whispered to Ted, "Is Monty still there, Ted?"

"Uh, yes Ma'am, that is correct.' Ted had caught on immediately.

"I'm in Pete's bedroom, Ted, I brought the pictures. You'll have to get rid of Monty. Is he propositioning you?"

"That is correct. But I'll take care of it. ..... Yes, thank you, Ma'am."

Brett had an idea. He'd better get out of sight so if Monty goes poking around, he'd be hidden. He had put the screen back down where he'd climbed in the window, thank goodness. He got under the bed completely, nothing showing. He'd need to tell Pete soon that they should get rid of the fuzz bunnies under there. He had to sneeze, but grabbed his nose and stifled the sneeze. He was getting more worried before Ted came in.

"Okay, Brett, you can come out now." He knew Ted was laughing, not appreciating Brett's predicament. As Brett slid out from under the bed, Ted was still smirking a little, but did hug Brett after he got to his feet.

"I had a hard time getting rid of him. He wanted to talk about me and him, but I just said 'no thanks' and he finally left." His eye slits narrowed, "He is a hot sucker, isn't he?"

Brett was not happy, though he enjoyed being in Ted's arms. "I guess so, but not after what he is doing to me."

"Let me get Pete, we'll figure out something."

Pete came into the bedroom, looked at the pictures Brett had been sent. "You say, Brett, that this couldn't be anyone else's bedroom? We don't want him squeezing out of this, we want a solid trap." He thought a moment, "I think the only way to stop him is to report all this to his mother, Amanda. I'll hate to do it, but I'm sure she has ways of controlling him. Probably cut off his funds. Brett, does he work anywhere?"

"Not that I know about. He seems to be available anytime."

"Okay, Brett, you stay here until I get back. If your Dad calls and demands that you return, call me at Warren's house and I'll talk to him."

"Amanda, I am very sorry to have to do what I am doing, but the situation has come to a head and I don't want people hurt. It is about your son, Monty."

Amanda looked unhappy, but concerned. "All right, Pete, go ahead."

"Two years ago, Monty seduced and raped a young man in his bedroom. And he has continued to do that for two years. The young man complained at first, but then acceded to Monty's demands. Now he would like to get away from him but Monty says he'll expose him to the schools and the community if he does. That will devastate the young man and particularly his fathert. Now, the young man is not completely innocent, but wishes to redeem himself.

"Monty has send a magazine of naked men to the young man to his home which his father found. The young man was able to explain it was a joke or someone was trying to get him in trouble.

"Then he sent a bunch of pictures of their sexual activities to his father, hoping that the boy wouldn't intercept them. The young man was able to get the mail before his father. We are afraid of what Monty might do next. I'm very sorry I have to tell you this, but I don't know what else to do without exposing both of them to the ridicule of their friends, school people and the community."

Pete waited for Amanda to say something, anything. He was prepared for the worse.

Amanda stood and walked away from Pete. Standing across the room, she finally said, "Pete, is the young man Brett Morgan?"

"Yes. And I imagine you have an idea of what his father would do."

"Yes, I do. It would be debasing and humiliating to Brett and his father."

"If we can't stop Monty, I would go to the police and help Brett sue Monty for seducing and sexually abusing him, a minor. That would be horrendous to so many people. Brett now is over 18 and no longer a minor.

"I know you are a powerful and very intelligent woman, capable of so many good works, but I hope you can figure something."

Amanda walked back and took her original seat across from Pete. "Pete, I'm not sure what I can do. Monty is away for the rest of the week on a trip to New York City. I can reach him by phone, but don't know what good that would do. I've known for years that Monty was gay, but I never thought he would do anything like you are saying."

Pete sighed, feeling so depressed, "Monty propositioned my oldest son, Ted, a while ago. . He refused but was afraid Monty might come back. That would lead to trouble. Monty probably doesn't realize it, but Ted is a very strong young man and he knows how to defend himself from men like Monty."

Pete suggested, "Maybe, if I could be allowed entrance to Monty's rooms, I could find the rest of the pictures, some of which will show Monty's face instead of just Brett's face as the first pictures showed."

"Pete, if you will let me think about this, I'll get back to you tonight."

"I hope so because Brett is worried sick about this and I'm afraid he may do something like commit suicide. I will watch him as much as I can, but ..." he shrugged, "who knows."

Amanda stood, indicating that their talk was over. "I promise, I'll get back to you." Her eyes tore into his head and left him speechless. He nodded and left.

Pete drove back to the Tourist Court in just a few minutes. He took Ted and Brett into his bedroom.

"Brett, I told Amanda Warren of the situation, I didn't tell her your name, but she guessed. She wouldn't tell me what she would do, but said she would call me tonight. That's as far as I got." Brett looked even worse. "Brett, I'm going to call your father and see if you could stay over with Ted tonight. Do you think that would work?"

"Maybe," Brett whispered, so worried his mind was spinning.

Pete picked up the phone, called Harry Morgan.

"Hi, Mr. Morgan, this is Pete Johnston. Brett has been here helping us with the motel and I wondered if he could stay here with me and my boys overnight. They have been having a great time, my boys love him, he is so good with the younger ones. They have been straightening the cottages, but, between you and me, they are doing more playing than working."

"That's great, ah ... Harry, I'll make sure he is in school bright and early tomorrow."

Ted and Brett smiled broadly when they heard those words, hugging each other. Pete was a little surprised when they kissed, too.

"Thanks, bye."

Pete turned to the boys. "Okay, guys, now you are supposed to be working at the motel. Right? That's what I told your Dad, Brett. Would you check out Cottages 3 to 8, looking for dirt and/or fuzz bunnies. Make sure the beds are clean, well made, baths clean and no drips. Okay, men, hit the road." Pete laughed as they literally ran from the office toward the cottages. He thought that Brett was kind of a bruised lad, but thought he would be good for Ted, they were so cute together, and they might even heal each other. . His mind and feelings were at odds with the reality before his eyes, the reality which told him he couldn't fix everything, no matter how much he wished he could. Suddenly his eyes shone fiercely, he whispered, "But I sure can try."

Ted and Brett joked and carried on while checking each cottage, nothing sexual, but just bantering between themselves. Oh, occasionally one would kiss the other, lightly but seriously. Brett knew he loved Ted, his pleasant personality, silly humor and a beautiful face. Ted, for instance, spoke to himself, 'You nut, you love Brett, admit it.'

After finishing one bed, Ted moved behind Brett quickly, wrapping his arms around his favorite young man, pressing his chest against Brett's back, his crotch nestling against Brett's rear end.

"Brett." Ted spoke timidly,

"Uh-huh." Brett reacted with some fear, what did Ted want?

"Brett, do you love me?" Ted held his breath, praying he was right.

Brett spun around in Ted's arms, "Of course I love you, duffus, I've loved you since the first day I met you." He kissed Ted on the lips, stretching to reach them. He heart was pounding in his chest, just as Ted's was, sending throbbing shocks between their bodies.

Ted hugged Brett tighter, "And, I love you, too, Brett." He slid his cheek against Brett's, feeling the warmth of his body, so happy to have a man to love and hold.

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