Love Refound
by: E Walk
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Chapter 45
Bombs Away!

After everyone else had retired, Cole looked at me, “Doug, I feel as if I have put myself out there for someone to try take advantage of me to get to my supposed money.  I wish I hadn‘t agreed to let Mr. Caster do the mini-special on me.   Something doesn‘t feel right.  I hope it doesn’t come back to haunt Benji and me.”

I hugged Cole, “Super Stud, you’re just tired.  Maybe we should go to bed, and I should give you an injection that will make you feel better.”

Cole faked a sob, “I guess you’re right.  That’s what I probably need.”

I took care of the need and we finally fell asleep.  I was holding Cole as tight as I could.  I realized that my love for him was different than the love I had for Autumn.

For some reason, I woke up early on Sunday.  I took a quick shower and went to check on the boys.  All four of them were in Benji’s bed.  It was nearly impossible to tell which limb belonged to whom.  I laughed to myself and went to start the coffee.  I walked outside to see what kind of day it was going to be.  The sky was cloudless and wile I was standing there, Denny came out of the trailer.  “Hi, Mr. Christiansen.  It looks like a good day for a picnic.”

I went to where Denny was standing, “Denny, I’m so proud of how you have been managing the horse farm.  My parents are threatening to kidnap you and take you Collie and the boys back to Virginia.”

Denny hugged me, “Doc, don’t tell my sons that, or they’ll be throwing rocks at your parents.  The twins idolize your four sons.  You and Cole are the best things that ever happened to me and my family.”

Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Benji, “Dad, we probably need to get some more things for the party.”

Denny looked at Benji, “How many people are coming?”

Benji started to count and stopped, “Uncle Denny, I lost track.  I kept inviting almost everyone we saw.  I don’t know how many people are coming.”

Denny was chuckling, “Maybe people will be smart enough to bring lawn chairs and some food, like they do at a family reunion.”

Benji looked skeptical, “Uncle Denny, do you think so?”

I hugged Benji, “Let’s hope so.  We need to go get everyone up if we’re going to early church, so we can be ready for the party.”

When we went into the house, everyone was starting to eat.  Matt looked up, “We didn’t save you any breakfast.  You’ll just have to starve.”

Benji started to walk away, “Come on Daddy, we’ll go to the Village Inn for breakfast.  That way we won’t have to do dishes.  We’ll meet the rest of the people at the church and let everyone else worry about what’s going to happen at Dad Cole’s party.”

My mother spoke, rather she commanded, “Sit your butts down and eat.  We need to make plans for the party.”

After church, we were joined at Summerhill by Trent, Trevor and Jeff.

Trent announced, “We’re here to do what can to help to get ready for the big party.  We brought our grill; we thought it might come in handy”

Benji hugged the three guys.  “Thanks for coming.  Could you please get the tables out of the garage and set them up so we can bring out the eating utensils and things to make sure we have enough of everything.  Daddy, could you bring around the chairs from the front porch while we get the folding lawn chairs from the garage.”

Denny spoke. “Benji, we can bring the picnic tables that we use  when people come for riding parties, if we can get the guys to help us.  We can put them on the trucks and bring them here.”

“Good idea, Uncle Denny.  I forgot all about them.  They would be perfect.”

It was just about noon when Mom Summers called out, “Guys, we fixed you a little something to hold you until the picnic.  Come and get it.”

Trevor called back, “Thanks, Grandma Summers, but we’re expected at Fairacres for a light lunch.  We’ll see you at two o’clock.”

It was 1:45 and Benji was pacing back and forth, bemoaning the fact that no one had shown up.  Dad Summers laughed, “Benji, it’s still not even two o’clock.  People don’t like to be the first to arrive.  Let’s go sit on the swing on the front porch and watch for the people to start to arrive.”

The first person to arrive was Clark.  After he parked, he opened his trunk and pulled out a tray.  He handed it to Benji.  “I didn’t know what to bring, so I brought a tray of healthy food.  I figured you could feed the leftovers to the horses.”  Clark pulled out a lawn chair.  “I brought this in case we needed to bring our own seats.”

Benji giggled, “That’s okay, we’ll eat the leftovers.  Did you bring your swim suit?”

Clark laughed, “Yes, but I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wear it.”

The people started to arrive and the scene was repeated and no one seemed to bring the same kind of food.  The food tables were full and Benji looked around, “Dad, Mr. Black and Mr. Bob and his friend aren’t here yet, neither are Mr. Morgan and his sons.  Where are Great Grandmother McBride and her mysterious friends?”

He had hardly said that and three cars were pulling into the area.  They had to park on the lawn since there were so many cars.  Mr. Black and Bob and his friend Alex hopped out of the vehicle and Bob grabbed a foil carrier from the trunk.  “Where do I put these ribs while they are warm?”

The Morgans climbed out of their van and the boys were each carrying a container of melons.

The last car was Mrs. McBride and her mysterious guests.  Benji ran to help Mrs. McBride out of the car.  She looked at Benji, “I’m sorry if we’re late, but Bruce and Enid were a little late in arriving from Phoenix.  Benji, this is my daughter and her husband, the Millers, who were your other Daddy’s parents.”

Benji backed away, “Grandmother McBride, they didn’t come to take me away from my family, did they?”

Mrs. McBride realized she made a mistake, “Benji, no one is going to take you away from your family.  I know how much you love them.  I just wanted your other grandparents to meet you and see what a beautiful young man you are.”

Benji sighed, “Okay, if you promise.”

Benji went and shook hands with the Millers, “I’m Benji Christiansen and this is my Daddy, Dr. Doug Christiansen.  My other Dad is helping some other people.  What am I suppose to call you?  If I call you Granddad and Grandmother, then my three brothers will need to be able to do that as well.  Daddy, please introduce Great Grandmother McBride and Grandpa and Grandma Miller while I check to make sure that everything is ready.  I’ll talk to you in a little bit.”

Mrs. Miller had tears in her eyes, “Mother, I don’t think I can handle being around Benji.  He certainly looks like Benny.”

“Enid, at first I felt the same.  Benji is a very loving young man.  He knows that he was adopted, but he still considers the Christiansens and Cole to be his family.  He knows that he was found in the field, six years ago.”

Mr. Miller looked at me, “Mr. Christiansen, would it be possible for us to do a DNA test on Benji, to absolutely prove that he was a product of our son’s over active sex glands?   Let me assure you, we aren‘t going to take him away from you.  We’ll adopt you if we have to, so you would be willing to share him and his brothers with us, since we have no other children.”

I started to laugh, “You’ll need to talk to my parents about adopting me.  They’ll probably be glad to get rid of me, even though I’m their only child.  Seriously, wouldn’t Benji get suspicious if he had a DNA test and his brothers didn’t.”

“We can take care of that easily enough.  The test is painless.  I could stop by tomorrow night and do the testing.  I’ll take samples from all four boys.  To make it even more devious, I could test you and Cole as well.  I guess I should tell you that I am a doctor and still have a valid license to practice in the state of Georgia, even though we now reside in Phoenix.”

Benji interrupted our conversation, “Come on; we’re ready to eat.  We’ll introduce you to everyone, after we eat.”

Everyone was eating when another van pulled in.  Benji came to where I was seated, “Daddy, I don’t remember inviting anyone else.  Did you invite someone?”

I shook my head, no, “Let’s go see who it is.  Maybe they’re lost and are looking for directions.”

Benji and I walked to the van and the driver exited, “Hi, Dr. Christiansen,  is this where Benji and Cole Weaver live?”

I looked at the man, “Yes, but how did you know I was Dr. Christiansen?”

The man chuckled, “Because I had to suffer through several of your classes at Georgia Tech when you were working on your doctorate. 
I’m Lane Hayworth.”

I still had no idea why the people were at Summerhill, but Benji spoke up, “Daddy, invite the people to come and join us.  We’ve got lots of food left.”

Benji put out his hand, “I’m Benji Christiansen, we’re having a graduation picnic for my other Dad.  Please join us.”

Benji went to open the passenger door and the young woman stepped out, “I’m Meg Hayworth,”

Benji put out his hand to shake hers, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Hayworth.”

Benji shook her hand and pulled away, “You’re the person who put me in the field where Dad Cole found me.”

Benji started to cry, “I’m not going with you.  I don’t love you.  I’m staying here with my family.”

I went to Benji and hugged him, “Benji, they’re not going to take you away.”

I looked at Mrs. Hayworth, “Are you Benji’s Mother?”

The woman nodded, “I very well could be.  Benji, I didn’t leave you in a field.  It’s a long story.  Can the boys get out of the van?  They’re tired of traveling.”

Benji opened the sliding door, “Of course.”

Two boys, who were the splitting image of Lane climbed out.  The older of the two announced, “I’m Toby and I’m five.  He’s Tommy and he’s four.”

Benji giggled, “I’m Benji and I’m six.  Are those your grandparents?”

Toby answered, “They’re our Mom’s parents.  They’re our step-grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

Benji looked at me, “Daddy, you bring the big people, and I’ll take Toby and Tommy and find them something to eat, before we go swimming.”

Benji had the two boys going through the food line by the time I escorted the rest of the other new arrivals to the food table.  Mrs. McBride motioned to me.  I went to where she was seated.  She whispered, “Doug, I think that’s probably Benji’s birth mother.  Is she here to cause problems?”

“Grandma McBride, I have no idea what’s going to happen.  But Cole and I are not about to let Benji be taken away from us.”

After everyone had finished eating, and the food was stored, Denny arrived with a tractor and a wagon loaded with hay bales that he and his brothers used when we had groups coming to Summerhill.  He announced, “All those going to the swimming hole, please board the Hayrack Express.  I’ve been informed that today was a swimming suit required day.  Anyone under the age of sixteen is required to sit on the middle row of bales.”

Benji yelled, “Uncle Denny, I’ll be right back.  I need to get Toby and Tommy a swimming suit.  Daddy and Dad, you might want to take Grandmother McBride and anyone who would have problems boarding the Hayrack Express in the golf-mobiles.”

I had Mrs. McBride and the Millers in my cart.  Cole had Mr. Black and the Starks in his cart.  As we followed the wagon with most of the people, Mrs. McBride started, “Doug, I’m concerned as to why the Hayworths and the Starks are here.  Mrs. Hayworth is the woman I suspect was Benji’s birth mother.  Her father is a follower of Rash Lumbaugh.  He could try to make trouble for you and Cole.”

I chuckled, “Benji has already recognized that the Meg Hayworth was his mother.  He made it clear to the Hayworths and the Starks that he wasn’t about to be taken away from his family.”

I was to find out that the conversation in the golf-mobile was very different.  When we arrived at the lake, Cole took me aside, “Doug Mr. Stark is going to give us grief.  On the way here he asked me if I was your rent boy.  Mr. Black turned around and practically spit at Mr. Stark.  ‘Look, Mr. Stark, I don’t know who you are or why you think you have the right to talk to Mr. Weaver that way.   It  sounds to me as if you have issues with anything that doesn’t conform to your standards.’”

Cole chuckled, “Mr. Black, didn’t back off.  He told Mr. Stark, ‘For your information, sir, Mr. Weaver could probably buy and sell you for dead meat tomorrow.  You have no idea who Cole is, do you?”

“Mr. Stark’s answer was priceless, ‘I assume that he is Christiansen's toy.  He probably hasn’t finished high school.  He’s one of them stupid black people.’  I stopped the golf-mobile. I looked at Mr. Stark,
and tried to control myself.  ‘Mr. Stark, for your information, I was graduated from Georgia Tech with a perfect grade point, yesterday afternoon, I signed a contract with the Atlanta Falcons that will pay me thousands of dollars, if I perform well and don’t get hurt.’”

“Mr. Black spoke up. ‘What Cole meant to say was millions of dollars if he doesn’t screw up.’”

When the two mobiles arrived at the lake, everyone except Mr. Stark was sitting around watching the boys as they went to change into their swim suits behind a clump of trees.   Mr. Stark had wandered of when we arrived.  The boys returned after had changed, and Benji approached me and whispered, “Daddy, Mr. Stark was watching us change into our swim suits, and was playing with his penis.”

I started to stand, but Cole restrained me, “Doug, now is not the time to confront the man.  Let the boys have a good time.  Mr. Stark will hopefully disappear from our lives.  Hopefully, we’ll never have to meet the man again.  I like the rest of his family.”

The twelve boys were swimming, as some of the younger guys joined them.  Toby Hayworth started to have problems and Benji helped him to shore.  Toby was laying on his back and Benji asked, “What happened?”

Toby answered, “My asthma started to act up, and I couldn’t breathe.  Go ask my Dad if he has my inhaler, please.”

Benji went to Lane tell him what was happening: Lane took the inhaler out of his pocket and went to help Toby.  Benji approached Cole and me, “Dads, please come swim with us.  Maybe some of the others will join us.”

Both Cole and I had put on our swim suits at the house, so we stood and shed the clothes we were wearing and went to join the people who were in the water.  As soon as we were in the water, the boys attacked us.  Benji challenged, “I’ll race you across the lake.”

Cole pulled away, “Benji, I’m not a swimmer; I’m a football player.”

I agreed and the race was on.  We were almost even as we approached the other side of the lake.  Benji stood and challenged, “Last one back to the other side is a rotten egg.”

I knew that I was going to be beaten, because I was already exhausted.  Benji glided through the water and when he exited the water, he yelled back at me, “Daddy, what’s taking you so long?  I guess you’re getting old.”

Benji turned around, “Whose my next victim?”

There were no takers and Benji decided that swim time was over.  “Okay, everyone, it's time to head back to Summerhill so we can have our cake, ice cream and bubbly stuff.  We’ll be ready as soon as we change out of these wet suits.  Hay itches when you’re wet.”

The boys started toward the clump of trees where they had left their clothes.  Cole and I watched as Mr. Stark started to follow the boys. I motioned for Cole to follow me and what we saw almost made me physically ill.  Mr. Stark was watching the twelve little guys change, and had  he his penis in his hand.  He was pumping the instrument for all it was worth and he indeed deposited a nice amount of substance on the ground.”

Benji yelled, “See, Dads, I told you he was watching us change clothes.”

Mr. Stark whirled around with his penis still exposed, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Cole acted as if he had ice water in his veins. “Mr. Stark, you can walk back to the house.  I don’t want to be in the same golf-mobile as you, and I sure don’t want you on the wagon with the young guys.  You’ll probably be walking home to wherever you live, tonight.”

Cole called, “Benji, take the guys to wagon and load up, we’ll meet you at the house.  Your Daddy and I have something we need to do.  We’ll meet you there, shortly.”

I looked at Cole and thought, ‘What is it that we need to do?’ 

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:   OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, what a nasty man.  Is he Stark Staring mad?  He was certainly staring. I do believe that exposing one's self in front of a bunch of preteen children could easily be considered doing something wrong.  He certainly is having some issues with his hormones.  I believe that something needs to be done about him.  E Walk said that I would be screaming when I read this chapter. He was certainly correct.  That man needs to have his implement of ejaculation curbed.

Have I pointed out that I don't like Mr. Stark?  Well, I don't like Mr. Stark.

I do want another chapter, very soon, please.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 10/23/09