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Subject: Raising Boys 23 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 23 A few minutes later, Casper and Cliff came out on the patio. Both looked a little flushed and I suspected I had at least a decent idea of what they had been up to. Casper had a towel wrapped around his waist but Cliff was dressed as he had been when he arrived. He was quite a handsome kid. His hair was still damp from the shower and he was a boy-next-door type of cute kid. He said he had to leave and again thanked me for hiring him for the party. I made sure he had gotten his envelope from the counter. He gave Casper a hug and both boys blushed as Casper walked him out to his car. As we all just relaxed together, I was aware that Stewart was again gently stroking my nutsack. He wasn 't touching my dick except when his hand would slightly bump against it. He would also let his finger go slowly and gently stroke that sensitive area between my nutsack and my manhole. It was like he really wanted to explore but he wasn 't absolutely sure. As it was beginning to get dark, Bradley, Ren, Casper,and our baby boys joined us in the tub. Stewart was holding Flynn in his lap and I held Landry. Bradley was sitting beside Donald and Casper beside Jack. Coach still had his arms around Jack and Donald. Ren had squeezed in between Stewart and me. I had noticed soon after they joined us that Stewart seemed to be pulling Ren into him as if whispering something but I didn 't think about it. This whole scene felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was crowded but no one seemed to care. As it got a bit darker, Ren got out of the tub and started drying off. I figured he was off to use the bathroom. Our baby boys were almost at the point of dozing. Landry had his hand playing in my chest hair and Flynn was doing almost a mirror image thing with his handsome dad. Ren went to stand behind Stewart and quietly announced to the group that Stew and Flynn had arranged one more little surprise in honor of Landry 's birthday. I was totally puzzled as Ren walked over near the patio door and bent over, putting his hand to the wall behind the shrubbery. Suddenly our entire back yard, pergola and pool area lit up with sparkling white lights everywhere!!It was just amazing. There were rope lights bordering the pool, the perimeter of the yard, and the path to the guest house and twinkling tiny white lights in all the shrubbery, the trees and the hanging baskets. It was amazing. I couldn 't believe how stunningly beautiful it was. I looked at Stewart. He simply nodded his head and smiled, saying quietly, *quot;Alejandro. *quot; The baby boys got a second (or third or fourth) wind and just insisted in going in the now sparkling pool. We all, including Stewart, decided this justified one more beer for the adults. Coach and the guys all went back to the pool leaving me alone with Stewart in the hot tub. We sipped our beers and held each other as though we were the only two people in the world. After thirty or forty minutes, Coach, Jack and Donald walked up to the hot tub. They said Bradley had to get home to go to church with his mom in the morning, so he said good night and headed to the guest house to change. I stopped him on his way to give him an envelope with his name on it. He tried to refuse but I insisted he take it. Coach, Jack and Donald were right behind them and they too had envelopes which had been initially refused. I had insisted and I usually win. Both Flynn and Landry tried to get Jack to spend the night in their room but he politely declined, blushing deeply. I had a feeling he was going to have a beautiful night with a man he loved and a new friend who needed love. Stew and I picked up our naked boys and headed up the stairs following Ren and Casper. Both boys were asleep in our arms before we even got them upstairs. We discussed whether we should go ahead and wake them for showers. We decided against that because both boys were so tired. I told him I would get both boys showered before church in the morning. He turned and smiled. *quot;You and the boys are coming to church tomorrow? *quot; he asked. *quot;Of course we are, preacher man. And then we 're coming here and having Alejandro and his boys join us for church lunch and swimming, *quot; I told him. By this time we had both boys in bed and under the covers. As we tucked them in we each kissed both boys. Then he turned to me and kissed me. *quot;You really are one lovely bastard, *quot; he said. We had both wrapped towels around our waists when we got out of the hot tub. I still had an erection. And knew it wasn 't going anywhere till I got off. I turned off their light, leaving on the night light and left their door slightly ajar. We started down the hall and he walked past my bedroom or, headed toward the guest room. *quot;Good night, Mr. Ross. Hope you have a good night, *quot; he said. *quot;The fuck you say, *quot; I chuckled as he pulled me in for a kiss. *quot;Just kidding, *quot; he said. I joined him in my bedroom. I told him I needed to tuck Casper and Ren in. He said he would go ahead and shower and he invited me to join him. I told him I 'd be right back. When I got to Ren 's room, the boys were in the shower. Both boys were shampooing with their hair fully lathered up. Both boys had erections and neither seemed the least bit embarrassed about them. We chatted casually as they rinsed the shampoo out of their hair. I watched both boys soap their bodies, loving it as I watched Ren work a thick lather in each of his pits and then sexily dragging his hand down to lather the hair on his tummy. Then he went lower and really created a lather in his thick bush. I watched as Casper soaped each of his nipples which seemed to get puffier and harder by the second. I knew both boys were needing release and both were enjoying being watched. I propped against the wall and kept my eyes on them. Ren then started running the soap all over his butt cheeks, creating a lather on his butt. Then he bent over at the waist, exposing his fuzzy blond boyhole. He soaped his hand and I watched him as he created a lather on his balls and his fuzzy little hole. I saw him tease his own little hole with the tip of his finger. I waited to see if he would actually enter his hole with the finger, but he didn 't. I looked at Casper and he was fingering himself with his soapy index finger. It was hot and I knew both boys were close. Both boys had their eyes locked on me. I wanted to grab my dick and strip my clothes off and jack my daddy meat with them but I just kept watching. I did let my hand go down and stroke my hard cock over my towel. *quot;Let it go, boys. It 's okay. Just let it go, *quot; I told them in a quiet voice. Ren started spurting his cream. He was trying to catch it but he couldn 't get it all. The watery cream he had made a short time ago was turning into a much thicker white cream like his daddy 's. Casper started his cum and his knees started to buckle. I reached out and grabbed him and kept him from hitting the shower floor. In doing so, I got pretty soaked. We all had a good laugh. I gave both the boys fresh towels and they started drying off. *quot;Casper, I don 't mean to get personal, but I had the feeling you and Cliff were playing around when you were upstairs earlier. *quot; *quot;Yes, sir, *quot; he said. We jacked together. We touched each other but then we jacked ourselves off, *quot; he explained. *quot;He 's several years older than you, *quot; I said. *quot;Was it something you really wanted to do? *quot; *quot;Oh yes, sir, *quot; Casper said. *quot;As a matter of fact I asked him if I could touch his dick while we were showering. He 's a really nice guy and I liked him a lot. *quot; *quot;That 's great, *quot; I said. I 'm glad you guys made a new friend today. I hope you both know I love you, *quot; I told them as I knelt down and kissed both boys on the cheek. I started to get up but Ren pulled my face to his and kissed me on the lips. *quot;I really love you, Dad. I 'm glad my little brother had the best birthday ever. *quot; *quot;Good night, son. I love you boys so much I don 't have words. *quot; He smiled and I turned out the light and closed his door. I got back to my bedroom. Stewart was still in the shower. I stripped and joined him. He was all lathered up except for his hair. He pulled me into him. I realized both of us were hard. He just held me for a long time as the hot water beat down on both of us. I think we were both feeling a little awkward. Sometimes that happens when people have been wanting to get together but it is, for one reason or another, delayed. I realized this was his first time with a man. *quot;Buddy, *quot; I said. Please relax. You don 't have to do anything. We don 't have to do anything. I love being naked with you and our cocks are saying we are both enjoying it. Just relax and let me hold you. I 've been wanting this. I 'd be perfectly satisfied just to do this and nothing more. I love being with you and I really love being naked with you. *quot;Can I touch you, like anywhere I want to? *quot; he asked shyly. *quot;You can touch me anywhere you want to. If you decide you aren 't enjoying it at any time, just stop. That 's okay, I explained. *quot; Stew took the soap in his hands and began to lather up my hairy chest. When he got a good lather there, he raised first my left arm and lathered up my pit. Then he did the same with the other. His dick was still facing heaven so I figured it wasn 't repulsing him. *quot;Mmm, that feels good, buddy. You have nice hands, *quot; I said. *quot;Really? *quot; he asked. *quot;It feels okay? *quot; *quot;Better than okay, *quot; I told him. I love having your hands on me. *quot; He then turned me so he was facing my back and began to soap my shoulders. Then he moved down my arms, creating a nice lather on my hairy arms. He spent a lot of time on my biceps. He seemed to like touching them and feeling them. I was glad because it was a part of my body I had always taken pride in. He went lower and soaped my upper back. He stopped for a minute and put his arms around me and kissed my neck. I loved that and was tempted to swirl around and just stick my dick down his throat. I didn 't. I was patient and before long, he released his hold and moved down and began soaping my buttocks. He got them all lathered. He seemed to avoid my hole and I figured he was shy about going there. I felt him go down to his knees he knelt in the shower and soaped my legs, paying careful attention to each calf. He was still kneeling as he gently pushed me up against the shower wall. I braced myself with my hands raised, not quite knowing what to expect. I felt his soapy hands again on my buttocks. This time was different. I felt him spread my cheeks and soap my hairy crack. It felt amazing. I felt his finger graze my hole a couple of times and I thought it was accidental. It wasn 't. I felt his slick finger begin to draw circles around my hole. I reached behind me and spread my cheeks to let him know it was okay. He started to insert his index finger. It was fucking dynamite. His finger was slick and he grazed my prostate. It was terrific. He began to finger me deliberately. He inserted his finger slowly then removed it all the way. When he took it out of me, I realized I was begging him to reinsert it. Then he started fingerfucking me hard and fast. He was hitting my p-gland with every stroke and I knew I was past the point of no return. I decided to let it go as I grabbed my cock and started jacking madly. He didn 't slow down with his relentless fingerfucking. I came hard and my knees buckled completely. I wanted him to leave his finger in me but he removed it. I heard myself whimper. I was weak and my breathing was slow to return to normal. He turned me to face him and kissed me deeply. I dropped to my knees and started to admire his thick, cock. I didn 't even know if he was cut or uncut until I began to move his long foreskin back and forth. It was an ample foreskin which could entirely cover his cockhead even as hard as he was. It was an attractive cock. Not the biggest I 'd ever seen but pretty damned perfect. I could tell he was close as he started moving his hips as I stroked. He was humping and I dropped to my knees. He tried to stop me but I wasn 't having it. I took his hard cock all the way in and started sucking. escort kocaeli Less than a minute later he was feeding me his hot load. He held my head still, not letting me move and I knew he was hypersensitive after shooting his wad into my mouth. I held perfectly still, the hot water still running over us until he had time to recover. Then he helped me stand up. He kissed me deeply and I gave him back part of his load. He took it hungrily. We rinsed off silently and stepped out of the shower. I handed him a towel. He was being so quiet I was afraid he might be feeling guilt or remorse. We dried off thoroughly and then we just stood looking at each other. Still no words. Then he smiled and pulled me in. It was one of the nicest hugs I 'd ever had. I realized how very tired he must be. We lay down on my bed on our backs. Then I rolled over. I had wanted to check the cut on his head. He said he was fine and tried to kiss me instead, but I insisted on removing the bandage to check. The stitches were intact and there was no drainage. I got up and grabbed some antiseptic cream and redid the bandage. He still had a pretty bad bruise. We were quiet for a few minutes. He held me and I liked feeling his arm around me. *quot;Can we do that again, like, soon, *quot; he asked. I turned to him and said, *quot;Buddy, we can do that again any time you want to do that. *quot; *quot;It was really good, *quot; he said. *quot;I can 't imagine why I went so long without it. I 'm sorry I went off so fast, *quot; he said. *quot;Nothing to apologize for. I think the tension had been building for a while. I 'm surprised we didn 't shoot as soon as we got our pants off, *quot; I said. *quot;I almost beat off before you got in the shower. I was just so ready. I was beginning to think you 'd never get in here, he said, quietly. *quot;I did get a little sidetracked. I think all the nudity and hot tubbing and naked swimming had all of us horned up tonight. Ren and Casper wanted me to watch them beat off in the shower, *quot; I told him. *quot;No way! *quot; he said. Did you enjoy it? *quot; he asked. *quot;Yes, I did. So did they. *quot; *quot;I bet they did! *quot; he said. *quot;I 'd love an invitation to see that. You know that kid of yours is a very sexy boy. I love the story about the Speedo and the pool. *quot; *quot;I love that my boy has that kind of confidence. I 'd love to have been there, *quot; I said. We just lay there together silently for several minutes, enjoying the silence, the soft sheets, the intimacy. *quot;Do you think I 'm the worst father in the world? *quot; I asked him. *quot;Just the opposite. I think you be the best father in the world, *quot; he said. He pulled me closer to him, still stroking my arm. Then I felt his stroking stop. I knew he was asleep. We both dozed into a deep sleep. I awoke a couple of hours later. It was still dark. I could see on my clock it was only two a.m. I covered us with the top sheet and snuggled back up under his arm. He didn 't move. I woke again as my alarm went off. Stewart was not in my bed but I had Landry under one of my arms and Flynn under the other. Each boy had a hand on my hairy chest. I hugged them closer. They were still sleeping soundly. I heard Stewart in the shower so I knew things were fine. I realized the boys had probably gotten into bed with us during the night and Stewart had left us all sleeping while he got ready to leave. He had told me he would be up early as he was meeting Alejandro at church at seven a.m. He didn 't say why. I had gotten an e-mail on Friday from the church, saying there would be only one service this morning ? at 10:45. The congregation was meeting on the footprint of the sanctuary destroyed by the tornado. I had no idea what Stewart had in mind but I knew I trusted him. I would have loved joining Stewart in the shower, but I really loved lying in bed holding these precious boys. I decided to stay put, hoping Stewart would hurry. I had really enjoyed the taste of this man last night. I enjoyed the way he held me and stroked me in bed. I loved the way he smelled and the way he touched me. I loved the way he had treated Donald and Jack so gently. I loved the way he was trying so hard to repair his own damaged nephew who would soon be his son. There wasn 't much not to love about Reverend Stewart Michaels, I decided. Stewart came back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist. He walked over to the bed and leaned down and kissed me. The boys were still asleep, but I don 't think it would have mattered to either of us if they had been awake. He started to pick up Flynn and I asked him what he was doing. He said he needed to get his boy ready for church. I made it clear he should let that baby sleep and that Flynn would be coming to church with me and my boys. *quot;You 're definitely coming to church this morning? *quot; he asked. *quot;Might as well. I came one Sunday and within a week, the building collapsed! *quot; He jumped back in bed and we laughed so hard the baby boys woke up. They didn 't know what was going on but they joined the laughter. Stewart picked up his baby and started kissing his face. His towel fell off, but he didn 't care. My boy was crawling all over me and kissing my face and I loved it. Eventually we calmed down and Stewart sat on the edge of the bed, holding Flynn. He asked the boy if he was good with coming to church with me and my boys. He gave him an enthusiastic *quot;yes *quot; and leaned over to hug Landry. The boys started a giggling tickling/wrestling match. I stood up and hugged Stewart once again. I don 't think we even realized we were naked. Stewart looked at his watch and realized he was running a few minutes behind. I grabbed some athletic shorts and a tee shirt and donned them as Stewart dressed. When he came back out of the bathroom, he looked amazing. He was wearing a royal blue and white shirt in a small checkerboard pattern. He had on jeans and a Navy blazer. It was quite a sight to see. He came to give me a last hug and I smelled his minty breath and his English Leather. He picked up both our boys and headed downstairs. What a surprise to find Donald and Jack fixing eggs and bacon, assisted by Casper and Ren. Stewart had put the boys down and they were now greeting Casper and Ren with morning hugs as Donald handed Stewart a cup of coffee and gave him a hug. I turned to see Jack putting a cup of coffee in my hand and greeting me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. *quot;You guys are up early, *quot; Stewart said to Donald. I saw him blush a little as he told how Coach had to get up early to do a little straightening up at his house before his wife and daughters got home. *quot;I had forgotten his family was coming home today, *quot; I said. *quot;It 's sure been nice having him around here this week. He 's a terrific guy. *quot; *quot;He really is, *quot; Stewart said. *quot;I 've never been crazy about those coach/jock types, but he is so much more than that. I 'm so glad I got to know him and hope to see a lot more of him in the future. Both Donald and Jack were blushing now and busied themselves with breakfast preparation. I strongly suspected it had been a hot, hot night in the guest house! Stewart apologized for missing breakfast but said he had to get to the church to meet Alejandro. I reminded him that Alejandro and his family would be coming for lunch and swimming after church. I invited Donald and Jack to join us for lunch and swimming and they accepted enthusiastically. Stewart headed out the door with a fresh cup of coffee. *quot;Donald and I would like to go to church with you and your boys this morning, if you don 't mind, *quot; Jack said. *quot;I can 't think of anything that would be nicer, *quot; I said, bringing both these handsome boys in for a hug. Ren and Casper had set the table and poured juice and milk for all of them. We sat down to enjoy a very nice, tasty breakfast. Flynn and Landry were still talking about all the fun they had at the party and all their friends who had attended. I realized the boy still had a stack of presents he had opened at the party the day before, none of which he had played with. Ren and Casper seemed in great moods and were interacting with Donald and Jack as if there were no age difference at all. I couldn 't help noticing Donald made several mentions of Coach during breakfast and I suspected the man had helped fill a huge void in the boy 's life. He had been through a lot, but I felt he would be okay if he just had enough love. Jack looked at the clock and realized they could probably get in an hour of serious swim practice and still have time to shower, dress, and get ready for church. I told them to hit the pool and I 'd keep the little ones occupied. Ren asked if they needed suits and I told him skinny-dipping would be fine. The boys had rinsed dishes and loaded the dishwasher so that was all taken care of. I grabbed the morning paper and headed back upstairs with Ren Flynn and Landry in tow. I busied them with a couple of puzzles and got comfortable on the bed with them with a fresh cup of coffee to read the morning paper. There wasn 't much news. I made mental notes of sites to donate items for families affected by the recent storm. As usual, I scanned the obituaries. My eyes went immediately to the listing for Bill Armour. It was a brief announcement of his death. It said a service would be held on Monday afternoon at Point of the Cross Church with Rev. Fee officiating. Stewart had hit that nail on the head. Under survivors, Donald 's name was not mentioned. It listed his wife, his daughter, Janet, and a son-in-law, Reginald. Reginald indeed, I thought. No wonder the boy wanted to be called Moose. I wondered if the grieving widder had been informed yet that everything she thought she owned now belonged to her son, Donald, whom she had treated so badly. I remember Michael had said he would be meeting with the widow on Monday to discuss things with the widow. My guess was that meeting would occur before the funeral. That should make for some funeral fireworks. I wasn 't sure when Donald had to be back at school, but I wanted to discuss with Stewart how we could protect the boy from the fallout after his mother learned what his father had done. I realized it was getting close to time to start getting ready for church. I looked out my window to see that Jack was working with Ren on his strokes and Donald was doing what looked like some serious work on his freestyle. I decided to give them as much time as I could, so I made the decision to go ahead and get the younger boys showered before getting the others out of the pool. I asked the boys if they were ready to get clean for church and they jumped right off the bed. I had expected them to head for Landry 's room, but he led the way to my bathroom. Since both boys were already naked, there was no undressing of them to be done. I was turning on the shower, making sure the temperature wouldn 't be too hot for their tender skin as the boys started tugging on my shorts to get them off. I was wearing athletic shorts with an elastic waistband and both boys were pulling them, trying to help me get ready to shower and determined that I would be as naked as they were. I pulled the tee shirt over my head and threw it toward the hamper. The boys had succeeded in getting the shorts down to my pubes, but they were having trouble getting them further. I reached down and jerked them off me in one motion, throwing them up into the air. It felt good to naked with these boys so I picked them up and held them under the shower head. Both were giggling like wild and having a blast. *quot;Who wants to get soaped up first? *quot; I asked. Landry agreed to let his friend go first. He watched, both hands around my left thigh as I put his friend under the shower, soaking him and as I lathered up his hair. We rinsed the shampoo from his hair and I set him down to soap his body. I noticed Landry watched me intently as I soaped his friend, first his chest and shoulders, then his back and then his legs and feet. When I began to soap his little penis, Landry started playng with his own. He must have thought it was funny watching dad soaping his friend 's penis. Flynn giggled as I soaped his little willy, gently retracting the skin to make sure he was clean. As Landry watched, he took the soap and began to soap his own willy. I noticed he was getting hard, but I chose to not make a deal about it. I got Flynn rinsed and started shampooing Landry. His little willy was still hard but I acted kocaeli anal yapan escort as though nothing was unusual. I got him shampooed then set him back down. I soaped his arms and shoulder, then his chest, t hen his legs. When I soaped his little butt, I ran a soapy finger right up against his little hole. I heard a soft moan from his lips as I cleaned his little boyhole. I then took the soap and started washing his little willy. I gently retracted the foreskin. As I did that, he let out a couple of little soft moans. I had his little dink really soapy and started to move my hand away and rinse him. He suddenly grabbed my hand and put it back on his soapy penis. *quot;Daddy, don 't stop, *quot; he said. I didn 't hesitate. I put my soapy hand back on his little hard willie and continue to gently soap it, moving his foreskin back and forth. I felt him shiver and give a couple of gaspy breaths. I felt his little body quiver and he would have fallen if I weren 't holding him. Then he broke out into the biggest smile I 'd ever seen and put both arms around my neck. *quot;I love you, daddy, *quot; he said. I rinsed his little body, then grabbed towels and wrapped both boys in towels. I went in and threw them both on my bed and began drying them. I was actually a bit in shock. Had I just helped my seven year-old kid have a dry climax? I didn 't even know that was possible and I wasn 't sure what had happened. I knew my boy was happy and he was safe and I loved him. What else mattered? I got both boys dry. Then I took them into Landry 's bathroom and had them brush their teeth. I stood each on the toilet and brushed their hair. I had two handsome boys on my hands. I carried both downstairs and we let the other boys know they needed to shower and get dressed for church. Ren and Casper headed upstairs and Jack and Donald headed to the guest house, but not before getting hugs and kisses from Flynn and Landry. I watched those two handsome college boys as they walked down the path to dress for church. I didn 't miss the little swat Donald gave Jack on his cute, smooth, little bare ass. Each boy had been through his own private Hell but I knew they 'd be okay. I got my younger boys dressed for church. The email about the service indicated dress for the service would be casual. I put Flynn in a melon green Polo shirt and khakis and Landry in a light blue Polo shirt and khakis. I put on a pair of khakis with a dark green polo. I brushed my teeth and my hair and added a touch of Old Spice. As an afterthought I unzipped and put just a drop or two of Old Spice in my bush ? just in case. I left the two younger boys on the bed with coloring books while I went to see if the older boys needed help. They were almost ready. Ren looked stunning in a pink Polo with his khakis and Casper looked very handsome in a pale yellow Polo and his khakis. I couldn 't get over how Casper was maturing so fast. He was really going to be a looker ? no doubt about it. I think the exercise he had gotten in this last week had paid off. Not only was he getting taller every day, he was slimming. Those almond eyes with his dark hair were going to kill someone. You could just make out a trace of puffiness in his nipples in his shirt. Looking at those two together made my tongue hard. I realized I might have to sneak away and masturbate before the Valdez men and boys came to lunch. We headed down to the kitchen where Donald and Jack were waiting. Both of them looked stunning, Jack in a pink Polo shirt and khakis and Donald in a black shirt with his khakis. Donald had fixed me a cup of coffee for the road, so we loaded up and headed for the church. When we arrived, it was already getting crowded. No one knew what to expect. They were averaging attendance of around eight hundred between the two services, Stewart had told me. The huge parking lot was already filled and people were parking on side streets. The building was completely gone except for two of the large beams, one that had stood in the front of the church and one in the back. The roof of the church today was the blue Alabama sky which was as beautiful as one could imagine . There were no pews, no pipe organ, no grand piano. There was only the large communion table on the stage that had once had been the chancel of the church. The table held a silver chalice, a silver tray, and a silver urn. Behind that table were large peace lilies with the largest white blooms I had ever seen. Rising from that mass of green was the fifteen foot tall golden cross that had been suspended over the chancel, towering over the building. It now stood against only the blue sky. No one was speaking. There were silent hugs and people silently grasping the hands of friends and of people they didn 't know. As I stood with my boys about halfway back in the crowd, I was so proud. They all looked so handsome and I knew what good kids they all were. I knew exactly what a lucky man I really was. At exactly ten forty five, a voice began to sing. A single voice, with no accompaniment broke the silence. The voice was the voice of a contralto ? deep, clear, strong and beautiful. *quot;If I can help somebody as I travel along, If I can help somebody with a word or song,If I can help somebody from doing wrong, Then my living shall not be in vain. *quot; I had heard the song but not for many years. I remembered having been told that Mahalia Jackson sang it at the funeral of Martin Luther King. If I live to be a hundred and ten, I will never forget that moment or that voice. When the song ended, we all stood in silence. Absolute silence except for the chirping of birds. We heard the soft sound of a jet fly over. The silence continued until I heard the voice of Stewart. *quot;Welcome, my friends. We are glad to be here. We are fortunate. We are blessed. We come this morning to rejoice. We come this morning to mourn. We rejoice that no one in our congregation or in our city lost their lives in the storm. Many lost their homes, their automobiles, their clothes. Their stuff. Stuff can be replaced. We will help those people. We have helped those people. We continue to help those people. Whether it is housing, clothes, toys for children, food ? whatever their needs we are here for them. We also, as a church family, mourn the loss of a brother this morning. We lost Bill Armour, one of the finest men it has ever been my privilege to know. I am thankful that I got the opportunity to know him. His son, Donald, is here and would like to share a few words with you. *quot; I had no idea this was going to happen. How could this boy possibly speak, given his deep grief? Had Stewart lost his mind? I looked at Donald as he hugged Jack and headed for the front of the crowd. He went up the steps and stood beside Stewart. I looked over and Jack had lifted Flynn onto his shoulders so he could see. I did the thing with my baby boy. With clear, even bright eyes, he spoke, his voice strong and unbroken. *quot;Today I mourn the loss of my father, *quot; he began. *quot;I will not mourn for long because my father would not want me to mourn. He would want me to be happy and to rejoice. He would want me to rejoice because I am loved. I am loved by God and I am loved by my friends. This is what my father would want. I hope that my father 's legacy will be just that. Love. In his church. In our community. In our church. *quot; Then that boy smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I never knew his father but I knew his father would have been so very proud of him. I looked over at Jack and tears were silently running down his cheeks. The same was true of Casper and Ren. I couldn 't have spoken at that moment for all the money in the world. I realized tears had soaked my face. Stewart hugged him for a long moment. Then Donald left the stage. Not a tear from him or from Stewart. I thought how I would never have the strength of either of these two ? this man I loved and this new boy that I loved. What an example they set for all of us. Donald walked back to us. I couldn 't resist hugging him and neither could Jack. Donald had lifted Flynn off Jack 's shoulder and he now held that little boy in his arms. Ren reached over and got Landry from my shoulders, holding him in his arms. My heart about burst when I saw him give his little brother a kiss on the cheek. The congregation was still completely silent. Then Stew spoke again. *quot;My friends the service today may be the shortest service you will ever attend. What is there for me to say? We as a congregation have spoken this week ? not with our words, but with our actions. We will not have a scripture reading today. The only reading we will have today is from a French text by Victor Hugo. It is a very short text. I hope you will take the words with you and ponder them. Think about them. Realize their simple truth. There are no truer word than these. He paused, then he recited the words from Hugo. `To love another person is to see the face of God. ' He then walked to the table and picked up the tray and the chalice. He walked down from the stage to the front of the congregation. The people began to come and take the elements of Holy Communion from him, dipping the wafers into the wine. As this sacrament began, the voices of a choir rose from behind us. An a capella choir began to sing *quot;The Eyes of All Wait Upon Thee. *quot; It was stunning and I knew it was not the same choir I had heard in that church previously. I was beginning to think Pastor Stewart had a touch of P.T. Barnum in him. I had never heard it sung more beautifully. We waited out turn and then we went up and took communion. Then we silently exited the area. It was the most simple service I had ever attended. It was also the most meaningful of my life. No one spoke until they were outside the footprint of the church and then there were quiet hugs, handshakes and embraces. I knew that Stewart would be there for a while to serve the elements to that many people, so I gathered my crew and started leading them to our car. Just as we got to the car, Landry spotted little Yarro. He ran over to him and then I saw his father with his other two sons. I went over to Alejandro and embraced him. Between the emotion of the service and my feelings about the work this man and his family had done to make my home beautiful I was having trouble speaking. I didn 't have to speak. Alejandro just held me as all of our boys stood smiling and looking on. Finally I regained my composure and my voice and was able to talk to him, even as Javi introduced the middle son, Yugo to the other boys. *quot;Alejandro, I have no words to tell you thanks for what you have done at my house, *quot; I said. *quot;Pastor said to make it beautiful for you and that is all my boys and I wanted, *quot; he said. *quot;I am convinced you are a genius, *quot; I told him. *quot;Not even close to a genius, *quot; he laughed. *quot;Just a hard worker. *quot; *quot;My boys and I are looking forward to having you this afternoon, *quot; I told him. *quot;As are we, *quot; he said. I 'm going to take them home to change, then we will head for your house, he said. *quot;We 'll see you in a bit, *quot; I said as we embraced again. I again noticed his fresh, pine scent. His family was indeed handsome. He and his boys were impeccably groomed and dressed. I had not actually met his middle son, who was Ren 's age, but he was certainly a handsome boy. I was really looking forward to getting to know this family. I loaded my boys and we headed for home. When we got home, I sent the boys upstairs to change into swimsuits. None of them balked. I think they were all eager to be on best behavior for their guests. I walked into the kitchen with Donald and Jack. I grabbed a beer and threw each of them a soda. We opened our bevies and all sat down at the breakfast bar. *quot;Donald, *quot; I said. *quot;You are an amazing boy. How in the living hell you could have gotten up in front of all those people and have talked so clearly and lovingly without shedding a tear is beyond belief for me. You must be the strongest guy I 've ever met. *quot; *quot;I 'm not strong at all, *quot; he said. You can ask Jack. Pastor Stewart asked me last night if there was anything I would like to say. I wanted to say something but I was afraid I just wouldn 't be able to talk. I talked about it with Coach and Jack. Coach asked me what I thought my dad would like for me to say. I izmit yabancı escort thought about it. Coach told me that if I chose to talk, to pretend that my dad was standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder. I realize I probably won 't even be allowed to attend the funeral my mom has for dad, so I knew this might be my only chance to let our friends know how I felt about him. I knew I couldn 't turn down that chance. Coach, Jack and I talked about what I might say and Jack promised he 'd be there for me. Coach wanted to but his family was coming in so I understood that. I told Pastor this morning I would like to speak and he let me. I could almost feel dad 's hand on my shoulder as I spoke. I was afraid I wouldn 't be able to, but I felt stronger than I have ever felt. *quot; We shared a long three-person hug. *quot;Just know that you were amazing, *quot; Jack said. *quot;I couldn 't have done it. *quot; *quot;I couldn 't have done it either, *quot; I said. *quot;And I don 't even like my dad very much. *quot; We all chuckled. *quot;By the way, *quot; Jack said, I may wear my whistle on the red cord today. You know what that means, don 't you? *quot; I thought last night in the guest house must have been even more fun than I imagined. *quot;Too bad we have company for church lunch, isn 't it? *quot; I said. *quot;You know, *quot; Jack began, *quot; Donald told Coach and me it is become a trend for swimmers to clean themselves out before competitions. There is a theory that it can actually shave some time off because you aren 't carrying around any excess stuff in your body. *quot; *quot;A lot of the guys are doing it, but the coaches have never mention it, *quot; Donald said. It 's like an unspoken thing. I just learned about it recently and had hoped to get my dad to help me out with it. Now I won 't get that chance. *quot; *quot;Kiddo, *quot; I said as I walked up and hugged him, *quot;you won 't have any shortage of guys willing to help you out with that. I 'll even volunteer and I think Jack and Coach can be counted on as well. *quot; We all shared a laugh. Then Donald said, *quot;You think Pastor might be willing to help out? *quot; After he said it he blushed. I had a feeling Donald and Jack had been sharing fantasies. I realized just how interesting this addition to our little group could be. *quot;By the way, Rob, I can 't take this money you paid me yesterday, Jack said. Donald feels the same way. You didn 't need to pay us at all and this was way too generous. *quot; I saw him reaching for his wallet and I saw Donald doing the same thing. In my quietest voice, I said, *quot;If you boys reach for those wallets, I will be forced to break your arms. Then neither of you will be able to swim and I will probably get into a shitload of trouble. Do you want that? *quot; I asked *quot;Of course we don 't, *quot; Jack said. *quot;Then you both better get down to your place and get into bathing suits, but not till I get one more hug, *quot; I said. Jack came in and gave me a tight hug, kissing my cheek. Donald did the same and I felt a hard bulge in his pants as he did so. I looked at him and the little choir boy was blushing. They took off just as my older boys came down the stairs in their Speedos and tee shirts. *quot;What can we do to help out, dad *quot; Ren asked. Everything 's pretty much under control, but if you 'd like you can go to the garage, grab one of the large tubs and fill it about half full with ice and bring it back in. I want to ice some beer, sodas and water bottles. *quot;Sure thing, dad. *quot; They took off for the garage. I began to take the bar-b-q, potato salad, and baked beans out of the fridge to begin to prepare them for lunch. I also washed twelve large potatoes, wrapped them in foil and stuck them in the oven to bake in case anyone wanted to stuff one with bar-b-q. I went to the pantry and retrieve one of the large boxes of cupcakes. I had ordered extra ones to have for lunch today. I realized we have a pretty good feast and plenty of food even for all these hungry boys. Ren and Casper brought the tub loaded with ice and they had already loaded it with sodas, beer, water bottles and a couple of bottles of white wine. I was proud of Ren for taking the initiative to do that and I told him so. I realized he was more responsible than I had realized. They took that tub out to the patio. As I was busy in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. I thought it a little soon for the Valdez guys but maybe they were faster than I thought. I went to the door and opened it to find a very attractive blonde, dressed as though she had just walked out of Saks. I had no idea who she might be. I introduced myself, thinking she must have the wrong house. *quot;You must be Rob, *quot; she said. *quot;I 'm Beatrice Littlechurch and I think you have my nephew. *quot; *quot;Of course, *quot; I said. *quot;You 're Sam 's sister! Please come in, I said. It is so nice to meet you. I thought you were coming in tomorrow but I must have gotten confused. It was my younger son 's birthday yesterday and we had a housefull of boys for a party. *quot; *quot;Don 't worry, you sweet man. Sam said you were handsome but she didn 't tell me just how handsome. *quot; *quot;Please come on in. Casper and Ren are on the patio as we 're having some guests for lunch. Just then Casper must have heard her voice as he came running up and grabbed his aunt. The embraced each other as though they hadn 't seen one another in years. I felt good to see all this affection for the young man. She suddenly pushed him away from her and looked at me. *quot;What have you done with my nephew? *quot; she asked. I thought she was really angry until she burst into laughter and started hugging him again. *quot;I left a little boy when I got on that ship and I come back to find a handsome little Asian stud! What in the world has happened to you? *quot; *quot;Beatrice, *quot; I said, *quot;I think it 's called puberty and he has hit it going full speed. *quot; *quot;What in t he world have you been doing, kid? *quot; she asked. *quot; *quot;We 've been swimming every day and running some and the wrestling coach has been here and we 've had swimming lessons here in the pool. It 's been great. *quot; He pulled Ren over and introduced him. *quot;Oh my God, what a little stud! *quot; she said. *quot;I may have to take this one home with me. *quot;Rob, is this your handiwork? *quot; *quot;Yes, ma 'am, *quot; I said, he 's one of mine and I 'm pretty proud of him. *quot; She pulled Ren in for a hug and I saw her give him a couple of gentle pats on his Speedo-clad butt. He blushed a little but smiled at her. I invited Beatrice into the kitchen and offered her a beverage. *quot;Oh, I can 't stay, she said. *quot;Sam wanted me to come and pick up Casper before I picked her up from the hospital. But I know he will need to pack his things so I 'd love a cold beer if you have one. *quot; I nodded to Ren and he fetched a beer and a cold mug for our guest. *quot;What a gorgeous home you have here, Rob. It is simply beautiful. And your son is simply delightful. He 's handsome and he has manners. *quot; Ren and Sam started up the stairs to pack Casper 's things just as Stewart walked into the kitchen. *quot;Another handsome man! *quot; Beatrice exclaimed. *quot;Who in the name of God is this one? *quot; she asked. *quot;In the name of God, this is Pastor Stewart Michael, *quot; I chuckled. Stewart reached out to shake her hand but she pulled him in for a hug. At least she didn 't pat his ass, or if she did I didn 't see it. I explained that Stewart and his son were our good friends and were living with us for now. I explained that Stewart and his son were living with us as he had a family living in his house who were displaced by the storm. I told her she would meet the father soon as he would be doing the landscaping and yard maintenance at their house. *quot;Oh my God, I 've already seen his work! He must be a fucking genius, *quot; she said. *quot;Sorry about the f-bomb, Pastor but our yard looks like a different place. He has already trimmed up all the unruly stuff and planted new shrubs and flowers. Our house already looks like a showplace. *quot; *quot;I agree he is a genius. And you will find him to be a really nice guy with three wonderful sons, *quot; I said. *quot;I can 't wait to meet him, *quot; she said just as a naked Landry and a naked Flynn came running into the kitchen. Flynn jumped into his dad 's arms and Landry into mine. We all started laughing hilariously. *quot;Landry, I said, we are having guests so you and Flynnie need to run back up and put on swimsuits. *quot; *quot;Oh honey, don 't hide those cute little willies on my account, *quot; she said, with one of the most joyful laughs I had ever heard. *quot;What precious boys and what cute willies! *quot; I could tell she was enjoying herself in this house full of boys and men. She was a woman who enjoyed the company of men, like her sister. And of course Donald and Jack chose that moment to make their entrance from the patio. I thought Beatrice might pass out when she saw Jack in his navy blue speedo and Donald in a borrowed orange one. Both boys were shirtless and looking hot as hellfire. *quot;Oh my God, somebody fan me! *quot; she laughed. *quot;I think I 've died and gone to heaven. *quot; I introduced both boys and she, or course, pulled each in for a hug. *quot;I may never leave this house, *quot; she chuckled. I found myself really liking her. I could see why Casper was a well-adjusted boy despite having an absentee, uncaring father. Stew took Landry from me and headed upstairs to put them in swimsuits. Jack and Donald headed out for the pool. Things got quiet as Beatrice and I were left alone in the kitchen. She took my arm and said, *quot;Robbie, you have been a godsend for us. I don 't know what Sam would have done if you hadn 't been here for Casper. I am serious. I am so glad you were here. I can 't believe she didn 't call the ship and have me fly home immediately. I was having trouble understanding her reasoning. But that was before I met you and your lovely family. Thank you so much for being here for my precious nephew. It means more to Sam and to me than you will ever know. I hope that you will come to dinner when we get things settled in at home, *quot; she said. *quot;I would love that, Beatrice, *quot; I told her. *quot;And I hope you won 't mind sharing Casper with us. He 's become a part of our family over the last week and we will really miss him. I hope he will not be a stranger in this house. *quot; *quot;I don 't see that happening, Rob. Thank you so much for taking care of our boy. *quot; Ren and Casper came down the stairs at that moment, each carrying a bag. Casper seemed happy to be getting home to his mom, but I think there was a little sadness to be leaving. *quot;Can I just run out to say goodbye to Jack and Donald, please, *quot; he asked his aunt. *quot;Of course you can! *quot; We watched as Casper ran out and gave hugs to the older boys then came back in and gave hugs to Ren and me. Landry came down the stairs in his little Speedo and I thought he might cry when he saw Casper with his bag. He looked so sad. Casper picked him up and gave him a kiss on each cheek. *quot;I 'm not going far little bro. I 'll probably see you tomorrow when you get Ren from school. *quot; Landry brightened considerably and gave him one more squeeze before he jumped out of his arms into mine. We all got a final round of hugs from Aunt Beatrice before she and Casper made their way out the door. *quot;Wow! *quot; she 's a trip, *quot; I told Stew as we closed the front door. *quot;It 's a good thing the Valdez boys didn 't show up while she was here or she might never have left. *quot; I thought she was going to take Ren with her. Did you see her grab his little ass? *quot; He laughed. *quot;No I missed that, *quot; he chuckled. *quot;But who could blame her? That is one handsome son you 've got. I wish I could have joined you for that little session in his bathroom last night. *quot; *quot;You 'd have enjoyed that? *quot; I asked him. He nodded. *quot;I think we can have some fun, preacher man, *quot; I told him. *quot;I 'm glad we have just a moment, Stewart. I wanted to tell you what a beautiful job you did this morning. It was the most remarkable service I 've ever been to. Les Mis has been my favorite musical for years but I never realized just how profound those words were until I heard them from your mouth this morning. And how in the world you and Donald were able to do what you did, I 'll never know. *quot; *quot;Thanks, Rob, *quot; he said. *quot;I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you. How about we just lock the doors and spend the rest of the day in bed? *quot; *quot;I 'd like nothing better, my friend. *quot; I pulled him in for a kiss, just as the doorbell rang. *quot;Stewart, will you do me a favor, please? *quot; I asked. *quot;Anything for you, *quot; he said. *quot;Trust me on this, *quot; I said. *quot;Run out to the pool and tell all the boys to lose their swimsuits immediately. Just trust me and do it. I 'll explain later. *quot; *quot;I trust you and I 'll do it, but I think you 've lost your fucking mind!*quot; the preacher man said.