The ‘den’ Triplets
by: E Walk
(© 2009-2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 8  

You Should Be In Politics

When I returned to where everyone was seated, Mayor Lynn looked at me, "Mike, I think you should go into politics.  I'm not sure how far you will go, though, because I have the feeling that the media would be very hostile.  It will be interesting to see what they actually put on the air."

I sighed, "I was serious, if they only put excerpts of what I said on the air, then I will be filing a lawsuit against the station.  It better be all or nothing.  I hope they choose the nothing route."

The District Attorney chuckled, "Mike, I'm guessing they will choose the all and then have an editorial comment of some sort trying to discredit you for claiming that you are violating their right to freedom of the speech and that you are hiding information from the taxpayers."

Todd was listening, "Oh great!  That means that I'll have to listen to phone calls from angry taxpayers tomorrow.  Dr. and Dr. Hammond, maybe we'd better have you take the 'den' boys home, so they aren't here when the angry taxpayers try to burn down the house."

"It's a good thing tomorrow is Saturday, so Tim, Aaron, Jeff and David can be roving guards, perhaps they can stop any arsonists from burning down the house.  In the meantime, I'll go pack my suitcase and spend the weekend at Dr. Naylor's.  I have a phobia against fires."

Everyone was laughing at Todd's antics.

The Mayor and District Attorney stood and then Mayor Lynn spoke, "Mike, thanks for your help.  I'm sure that you and Ray are going to be talking to each other much more, before this case is over."

Ray added, "Mike, I was so caught up in this mess that I forgot about the young people who have been misused and the innocent wives and children of the offenders.  I probably should resign.  I'm going to have a very difficult time with this case."

I shook my head. "Ray, you need to back away and let some of your assistants handle the case; otherwise the press will eat you alive if they were to find out that your son committed suicide because of this ring and you had done nothing to stop them."

After everyone had departed except the Hammonds, they announced that there were going to go to bed.  Todd and I got the boys ready for bed and fed them.  It was time for the late news, so we sat down to watch before we took the boys to their cribs.

The news started and the anchor person was saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, here is more on the story concerning the prostitution ring that has been operating in our city.  The case has captured everyone's attention.  Here is our investigative reporter, Candy Jeanerette, with the latest update."

"Hi, Allan, we were camped outside the home of Mr. Mike Naylor, who exposed the ring, since this afternoon trying to speak with Mr. Naylor. This evening, when were trying to speak with him, he had all sorts of visitors including the Mayor, James Lynn, and the County District Attorney, Ray Howard.  Mr. Naylor invited us in, but refused to shed any light on why the two elected officials were there.  In fact, Mr. Naylor was crude and told us what was happening was none of our business.  He demanded that if we put anything he said on the air, then he expected that everything he said would be aired.  He threatened to sue the station for censorship if his demands weren't met."

"Mr. Naylor went so far as tell us that we should stick to telling the news instead of making headlines for ourselves.  He maintains that we, the media, should stay out of the situation and let the authorities take care of the problem.  It seems to me that the authorities blew their chance to take care of the problem when they permitted the situation to occur in the first place.  The public has a right to know what is happening and who was involved."

I was standing to go call the television station again when the picture switched to a different person.  "This is Grant Alexander, the station manager.  I apologize that one of our reporters felt that she had the right to interject her personal thoughts into her reporting.  I had a call from Mr. Naylor earlier tonight and he reminded us that we not only should be worried about more people than those who caused this prostitution to take place.  He said we should be concerned about protecting the victims.  He was also concerned about the families of the people who were involved in the ring."

"To be honest with you, ladies and gentlemen, I was incensed when he first stated his opinions, but the more I thought about the situation, the more I realized that he was right.  My wife and I have two teenage children.  I would be mortified, if they were identified as having been involved in something like this, as I'm sure they would be.  I do not know Mr. Michaels, but he sounds as if he would make a very good public official looking out for the good of everyone."

The news anchor came back on, "Here's Camille Edwards with the weather forecast."

I turned the news off and turned to Todd, "Nursie, let go to bed and check out the bundling board."

We carried the boys to bed and went to Todd's room.  I looked at Todd, "Do you want to take a shower first, or do you want me to go first?"

Todd shrugged, "Why don't you go first, but make sure you don't make a mess, because I'm not cleaning it up."

As I was walking to the bathroom, I was trying to decide what I could do to leave the shower a mess to see what Todd would say and do.

I looked in the closet to see what I could use that would be easy to clean up.  I found some cleaning crème that was pink.  I checked and it was water soluble.

When I finished my shower, I took the tube of cream and put some on the wall of the shower to make it appear as if it might be semen from me having relieved my sexual frustration. 

I walked back to Todd's room au natural drying my hair.  When I walked into the room, I moaned, "Todd, I think I might have a problem.  When I did what you told me not to do, the deposits that I made on the wall appeared to be pink."

Todd looked at me, "Mike, I'm a pediatric nurse, not a physician.  Perhaps you should go to see a doctor first thing Monday morning.  Let me go see what's happening.  Maybe you should go to the Emergency Room."

Todd started toward the bathroom in his shorts.  I followed him with the towel wrapped around my waist.  When he entered the bathroom, he stopped, "Mike, what are you trying to pull.  I know the smell when someone has deposited their semen.  This is a sweet smell, almost like a hand lotion smell."

Todd looked in the shower stall, "Mike, maybe you should go to the Emergency Room.  You are absolutely evil to be this mean.   Tell them that you might need psychiatric help. I think I'll deposit the real thing and make you clean it up."

I decided two could play the mean game, "Okay, I'll just stay here and watch, so I don't miss any of the deposits you leave.  I hope you're not planning on wearing your briefs in the shower."

Todd stepped out of his briefs, "There, are you happy now?"

I looked at Todd, "Dude, we look as if we could be pair of bookends."

Todd chuckled, "It would be interesting to see what happened to the books if we were both sexually excited at the same time."

I giggled, "I guess the books might be compressed by the things we were doing."

Todd shook his head, "Mike, get out of here, so I can take a shower in peace."

I walked back to the bedroom and put on briefs and went to check on the triplets.  I was standing looking at them when Todd came into the nursery, "Mike, let's get some sleep while we can.  The boys are going to be waking up before long."

Todd and I went to the bedroom and crawled into bed on either side of the bundling board.  I was tossing and turning and accidentally hit the board and it started to move.  "Todd, are you asleep?"

Todd turned on the light on the night stand, "Mike, what's wrong?"

"Todd, we need to get rid of this contraption.  I was tossing and it started to move.  What if the barbed wire were to hit one of us?"

Todd and I had just finished removing the bundling board when we heard sounds coming from the nursery over the intercom.  Todd looked at me, "You go change the boys, while I go get their formula.  I'll be glad when we can start feeding them some solid food.  We need to take them to a pediatrician so we can get them their shots.  I think Kaden  is ready for solid foods."

We were sitting feeding the boys in our briefs when I asked, "Todd, what does it taste like when you perform fellatio with a man."

Todd sucked in air, "Mike, are you sure that you want to be talking about something like that when the triplets are present?"

I looked at Todd, "Man, they have no idea what we're talking about."

Todd wasn't finished, "Mike, are you saying you never messed around with other boys when you were young?"

"Todd, the most I ever did with other guys was to touch their penis when I was probably twelve.  You have to remember that I was an only child.  My Mother, as you know, is a widow.  I had very little interaction with other males until I was into girls.  I've never even thought about doing anything with another guy.  Would you please answer my question?  What does it taste like when you have another man's penis in your mouth?"

Todd was getting frustrated, "Mike, this is stupid.  If a man has just taken a shower then there is very little taste, if any."

I was baffled, "Well why would anyone want to perform fellatio then? What if the person were to release his semen in someone's mouth?  Are you saying that there is no taste then?  Would you swallow someone else's semen if he were to ejaculate in your mouth?"

Todd snickered, "Mike, you're really naïve.  I cannot believe that a 30 something male would be asking me these questions.  Let's put the boys to bed.  The morning is going to get here faster than you are going to be ready to accept it."

When we went back to the Todd's bedroom.  I looked at Todd, "Todd, I still don't understand why anyone would want to perform fellatio on another male if there is no taste."

Todd was getting frustrated, "Mike, it's hard to explain.  If you were gay, you would realize that it's not only about what's in it for you, but your partner as well.  Mike, have you ever had a blow job?"

I shook my head no and that was the wrong thing to do, because my life was going to be changed forever. 

Todd started to take my briefs off, "I'm going to take care of that problem right now."

Before I realized what he was going to do, he was paying attention to parts of my body that no one had ever touched before and my penis was responding big time.  When Todd was sure that I was ready for my first blow job as he called it, he engulfed my penis.  The feeling was indescribable.  I was so excited that I prematurely ejaculated.

Todd looked up at me, "Mike, you must not have jacked off since your wife died.  No one comes that fast."

He leaned and kissed me, "Here, taste what you taste like.  You can tell that you aren't a smoker or a heavy drinker."

He kissed me and stuck his tongue into my mouth.  I thought I was going to gag, but I liked the feeling of his tongue being in my mouth.  I hugged Todd, "Can I provide the same service to you?"

Todd laughed, "Mike, if you have never had a blow job, you will need to go slow.  It's not a skill that comes naturally.  You don't need to do anything to me if you don't want to."

I pushed Todd on the bed, "Damn it, Todd, let me at least try.  What you did to me felt so wonderful.  I hope I can reciprocate."

I was trying to duplicate what Todd had done to me but he pushed me away, "Mike, your teeth are irritating my penis.  You need to use your lips so that your teeth aren't scraping against my penis."

I guess I must have adjusted well because it wasn't long before Todd tried to pull away, "Mike I'm going to blast off pull off now if you don't want me to come in your mouth"

I didn't pull away and I swear the man had been saving his semen for ages.  He kept coming and coming."

Our playtime was interrupted by sounds from the nursery.  We quickly pulled on our briefs and went to take care of the triplets.

As I was crawling into bed again, I hugged Todd, "Todd, do you think we can ever be more than an employer and employee?"

Todd pushed me on my back, "Mike, I think I already love you.  I know I love the three boys.  What happens to our relationship is up to you.  I will not force myself on you, since I know that this is a new experience for you.  Whatever we do, the three boys need to be the focus of what we are doing.  Now go to sleep, the hornet's nest that you created isn't going to be going away soon.  So let's get some sleep while we can."

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  It looks as if Todd and Mike are going to have some interesting things happen to them, and soon.  It will be a lot of fun to see what they do about their feelings toward each other.  I can hardly wait to see what happens next.

I think the station manager made it pretty clear that the reporter was not doing the job the way it was meant to be done. It would be very nice if that sort of attitude were to spread more widely.  News reporters need to realize that what they say does colour the attitudes of the viewers.  News is supposed to be based on factual reporting and not opinions. That is what editorials are for, and when people put their opinions in what they say, they should be stated as such.  When you report the news, whether in the paper or on the TV or Radio, you have a responsibility to the people to bring them the facts.  Unfortunately, this is rarely done now days. I will not put blame on any particular news organization, since there are people on both sides of the political spectrum that are guilty of doing the dirty deed.  There are many reasons for leaving things out of reports, things that might embarrass people involved with the news organization or its sponsors. It is well past time that news people took their job of reporting the news seriously, and gave us the facts, as best they can.

I have no problem with people expressing their opinions, but that should be done with the full disclosure that the person is giving their opinion. It would also be nice to hear other differing opinions as well, but that is less important than simply letting people know what is fact and what is opinion.

I am also dead set against people belittling others who disagree with the commentator. Calling someone stupid or other hateful things, simply because they have a different opinion than you do, is not only rude, but not very effective for changing people's opinion to match yours. You will, of course bolster your ratings among your followers, but you already know that they agree with you.  Personally, I have a huge amount of respect for many people with whom I wholeheartedly disagree, in terms of politics.  That doesn't mean that I scream at them and call them stupid. I have learned a great deal form people that I do not agree with. I have very good friends who are very liberal and others who are staunch conservatives.  We have very interesting conversations.  We all take away important information from one another and we are better off by having listened to people who disagree with us. 

Oh dear, I think that was a rant.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 10/08/10