Tip & Ty
by: E Walk

(Copyright 2007 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 1
Introductions

THE BEGINNING
 
Here I am a 32 year old obstetrician in bed by myself. You see the problem is – I am gay and can’t do anything about it because my life has been taken out of my control by the arrival of my foster brother and his four children. I probably won’t even have time to take care of my sexual needs. Oh well, I’ll just go to sleep.
 
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the door to my bedroom open. That couldn’t be Zack or he would have dived bombed me and Ty’s children had been told to knock.
 
I turned to see who was there, but I had not left any lights on. I felt a body sit down on the bed. “Tip, can we please talk?”
 
“Ty, is there a problem? How can I help you?”
 
“Tip, how do you know if you are in love with someone?” Ty asked.
 
“Wait a minute dude, did you forget, I have never been married. You know that I am gay and I have never had sex with anyone. So you’re asking me how you know if you are in love.”
 
Ty put his arm around me and said, “Tip, I’m sorry, but I think I’m in love with you.”
 
I started to laugh, “You nut, I have been in love with three people for years, but none of them were available. I loved Chip and Troy as well as you. I lay in bed listening to you take care of your sexual needs and wished I could help. You were so straight that a bulldozer would not have moved you.”
 
Ty pulled me close and asked, “Tip, could we make love please?”
 
I turned the light on and sat up and put my arm around Ty. “Ty, I won’t make love with someone because they want it. I will need to know that we are really in love before we do anything and besides, we need to worry about our five children before we worry about ourselves.”
 
Ty started to laugh, “Why wouldn’t I have guessed that you would worry about the children before yours and my needs?”
 
“You’re an obstetrician, not a pediatrician or psychologist.”
 
We were interrupted by Bobby, Ty’s oldest son. “Dad, are you okay? I was going to the bathroom and I heard you. Since you almost never laugh, I thought you were crying.”
 
I started to laugh, “Robert, get in here and give your Dad a kiss and I’ll take you back to bed.”
 
Oh my readers, you are about to go on a roller coaster ride with these families that started 17 years ago with another story, when a Lieutenant took control of our lives. Heck, he is only a General now. For those of you who are not familiar with our story, I’ll start at the beginning.
 
TIP TELLS HIS STORY
 
Hi, my name is Tip. I thought my world was ending when I was 14. My Dad, Captain Gregg Washington, was killed in Iraq. He was an Air Force Captain and was on temporary duty there.
 
My mother, my two little sisters and I were living in base housing at Offutt Air Force Base where Dad had been permanently assigned. After we got all the paperwork settled, we moved into a rental house until my Mother could figure out what to do.
 
We had all the base privileges since we were dependents and had access to the medical facilities at the base hospital and I even had my own I.D. It was only two months after Dad’s death that Mother committed suicide. She had taken a large overdose of some medicine she was on. I found her body one morning beside a note. She was slumped over the kitchen table.
 
I tried to handle it like a man, since I didn’t want my two little sisters, Cindy who was three and Cathy who was five, to see our Mother like this. I could only think of one person to call. So I called my Dad’s ex-boss, Lt. Colonel Patterson, since he had been so helpful when Dad had been killed.
 
Lt. Col. Patterson arrived and took the two girls to his house. He told me to call the police and then find any phone numbers of any relatives that I knew about. Since my Mother was from Norway, I had never met any of her family. They always sent gifts, but we had never met them. My Dad only had one younger sister who was married and lived in Chicago. Their parents had died right after I was born.
 
Lt. Col. Patterson was so helpful and there were several other people from the base who came to help. My Dad’s sister arrived and we had a private funeral service. Aunt Janet took me aside and said, “Tip, I’m sorry I can’t take you to live with us. Ted and I just don’t have the space. I am going to take the two girls. As you know we already have four children and we only live in a three bedroom house.”
 
“Tip, I am sorry about this but you are an extremely good looking young man. I have no doubt that you will be okay. You have had to endure so much and we do want you to keep in touch because your sisters are going to need your support. Please don’t hate us.”
 
I was really angry at first and vented at anyone and everyone. There was this one young counselor who helped me talk it through. My anger started to dissipate. I wasn’t angry at my Aunt because she was doing the best she could and at least I still had some family to hold on to.
 
A social worker, Mrs. Jensen, took me to Mrs. Maggie Jackson’s home to live. Mrs. Jackson lived in a nice enough neighborhood, but it was definitely an older area. Her house was so cluttered on the inside that there was no place for me to have much space or privacy.
 
I had to be enrolled in a different school, so I didn’t know anyone. I went into a real funk. I had always been a straight A student but now I really didn’t care because there was no one to please. Oh, I did my work but there was not any pride in it.
 
Grandma Maggie let me clean out one of the bedrooms so that I could have my own private space, but that just made some of the other rooms that much worse. But at least I had a room I could call my own.
 
I guess I have forgotten to tell you the complete story of my cultural heritage. My Father was a light skinned African American. I already told you that my Mother was a Norwegian. She was very fair and had blonde hair. My complexion is rather like a caramel but it is still obvious that I am partially black. That in itself didn’t bother me, because I thought my parents were some of the most stunning people I had ever met. I definitely had some of the physical characteristics of both parents. Emotionally I was confused as to who I really was anymore.
 
Grandma Maggie and I had finally developed an accommodating routine and wham the social worker, Mrs. Jensen, showed up with this punk. “Mrs. Jackson, we need you to take Mr. Tyler Jefferson in temporarily. We thought you might have room and he is almost the same age as Tipton.”
 
I looked at the dude and there was no doubt in my mind that he was a punk. Since my bedroom had twin beds I knew what was coming next.
 
Grandma Maggie said, “Tip show Tyler to your bedroom until we can make other arrangements.”
 
I took this Tyler person to my bedroom and he started to throw his things on my bed. I decided I wasn’t going to take any guff and flatly said, “That’s my bed. I’ll take care of my half of the room and your half is your responsibility. I will not be your slave nor do I expect you to be mine.”
 
“The bathroom is across the hall and we all have to share it so Grandma Maggie insists that we clean it after we use it.”
 
“My name is Tip and I have been living here for two months. It’s not so bad, but it is boring and there isn’t much to do.”
 
The new kid lay on his bed and played with his genitals through his jeans like I wasn’t there and said, “I guess there ain’t no computer. What about a stereo or a TV?”
 
“There is one television set and that is in the living room and Mrs. Jackson has certain shows she likes to watch when she is home.”
 
Tyler asked if he could take a shower. I showed him where the bathroom was and was lying on my bed reading when he came back into the bedroom with just a wet towel wrapped around his waist. He took the towel off and dropped it on the floor and asked, “Do you have a clean pair of briefs that I could wear? Mine are all dirty.”
 
I had a hard time looking away from his penis, but was able to get him some clean briefs. He stood right in front of me so he was facing me when he was putting them on.
 
I had already figured out I was gay, but I had never been this close to another naked guy’s penis before. I began to get an erection so I excused myself and went downstairs.
 
Tyler came down about ten minutes later and I noticed he was wearing a shirt of mine and clean jeans. “Hope you don’t mind. I borrowed some of your clothes Tip, since I don’t have any clean ones.”
 
I just wanted to smack him, but Grandma Maggie stepped in, “Young man, I suggest you go get your clothes and put them in the wash machine. In this house, we respect each others rights and property. I suggest you get a move on if you don’t want to be walking around naked.” I so wanted to kiss her.
 
TYLER SPEAKS OUT
 
This is Tyler Jefferson speaking. I think I just got put into prison at this old lady’s house. I have been fending for myself forever and now I have some do goody lady telling me what I can and cannot do.
 
She has this other dork here that I have to share a room with. At least it was clean when I got here. He was about the same size as me so I borrowed some of his clothes since mine were all dirty. This old lady lit into me about respecting other people’s property and rights.
 
My parents were busted for selling meth. Heck, ever since I can remember they have been using and selling all kinds of drugs. I just couldn’t stand to be around them when they were high or were dealing, so I would leave and consequently I came and went as I wanted.
 
Just so you know, my biological father was a Caucasian male who had been orphaned at an early age. He married my mother who was an immigrant from Jamaica.  They were always high on something, so I never knew what it was like to have a regular diet. My older sister had turned 17 and had gotten a job. She moved out and moved into an apartment with some friends.
 
When my parents were busted, I was taken into custody and here I was in this house. I didn’t know what to make of this Tip person. He wasn’t very friendly and Mrs. Jackson made it clear that she wasn’t going to take much backtalk. I was about ready to leave because it had been a long time since I had anyone telling me what to do.
 
The first night I went to bed and I got nude like I always did. Tip took a shower and came back wearing briefs and pajama bottoms. He sure looked good from the top of his pajama bottom up.
 
Tip turned out the light and I started to masturbate. I didn’t care if Tip knew what I was doing or heard me; I needed to take care of my needs. I figured he would be doing the same thing. However if he did, I never saw him do it.
 
I was in for a shock the next morning when Mrs. Jackson and Tip had fixed breakfast. No one ever fixed breakfast at my parents’ house. We ate and before I knew what had happened, I was enrolled in a new high school. I had never been a very good student or even average. In fact it was a wonder that I had never been retained but somehow they got me enrolled in some courses.
 
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Tip decided that I was going to pass the courses and kept me working. The amazing thing was that his grades went up and I actually started to get some B’s which I had never experienced before. I was beginning to think that the dork had cast a spell over me and I was beginning to fall in love with him.
 
MRS. JACKSON’S TURN
 
I guess you met my two guys. It’s me Maggie Jackson. I have to tell you about my perceptions of Tip and Ty. I thought Tip was a hard case to crack but Ty was even worse. He had been on his own for so long that he found it very difficult to conform. Fortunately Tip didn’t stand for any nonsense and they came to a truce.
 
When Ty arrived it was like he awakened something in Tip, and Tip became a strong force. He somehow got Ty to do what Tip thought was best. Heck he even made me change my way of thinking a couple of times, well actually a lot of times.
 
As summer was approaching, they found two old bicycles in the garage and worked very hard to fix them up. They had both just turned fifteen and I had a cake and gave them both some new clothes.
 
They were both really bored when school was out and were always asking if they could do something, but that changed the day I went to see the Wing Commander, Colonel Allen, about some fraud in the contract department, and met Lieutenant Troy Nelson and Airman Tony Henderson. Before I knew it, I had a new job working for the Wing Commander as his receptionist. The first day I was at my new job, Tony told Tip he needed a big attitude adjustment. Tip and Ty came to Colonel Allen’s office asking me for money so they could buy lunch. I reminded them that there was plenty of food at home.
 
Troy stepped in and said, “Come on guys, we’re going to lunch and do some major attitude adjusting.” He and Tony left with the two guys. Tony came back and said that Troy was busy with the guys. I was a little apprehensive since I really didn’t know Troy very well yet.
 
Troy had taken my two guys to get them part time jobs at the base gym. When he finally came back to the office, the Colonel handed Troy twelve tickets to the Omaha Royals baseball game and he included Tip and Ty in the party that would be attending the game that night and their lives were about to be turned upside down.
 
All of a sudden Troy was like a God to them. Not only had he gotten them jobs, but he had introduced them to some of the coolest guys who would be in their class at school. After the guys took a trip with Troy and his gang to Troy’s parents’ farm, they were sure that Troy and his family all walked on water.
 
School was getting ready to start and Ty went out for the football team. He made the varsity team as a kick returner and a back up safety. Tim, one of the Miller twins, made the team as a third string quarterback. The guys did okay they had a good season but they didn’t make the playoffs.
 
Tip continued working at the gym during the football season until basketball practice started. He tried out and was the 12th man on the squad. Hey he didn’t care. He and Tony had been working on his skills. He was content to play two or three minutes a game. Before the end of the season, he was playing over half of the time. He was sent in to give the other players a rest and he wound up being the second leading scorer on the team, even though they weren’t very good.
 
Our entire existence started to change around Thanksgiving time. Troy invited the three of us to go to his family’s house for Thanksgiving Dinner along with General Miller and General Allen and their families.
 
I should have realized that this would not be well received by some of my children and their families. The trouble started one night when my oldest son called to ask what time they should come for Thanksgiving dinner. Tip had answered the phone. “Sir, we are not going to be here for Thanksgiving. We have been invited out and will be gone the entire day.”
 
Tip had no sooner hung up than the rest my children started calling and asking why I wasn’t cooking Thanksgiving dinner like I always did. Tip and Ty simply explained that it was time for me to enjoy myself and that I wasn’t to be expected to try to feed the big group any longer, since there were so many of them. It was the last call that really upset the guys. It was from my youngest son, demanding that I have Thanksgiving since he and his wife didn’t have the money to fix their own big dinner. Tip simply said, “Mr. Jackson, your mother is not responsible for how you spend your money. It is too bad that you and your wife can’t live within your means. After all, you are both college graduates.”
 
I took the phone and said, “Cliff, Tip is right. It is time you and Mary Lou grew up. I am not going to be jumping every time you call Wolf any more.” I hung up and the guys both looked at me.

Ty said, “I don’t think your family likes us very much.”
 
Tip said, “It’s about time that your family learns that it's time for them to start taking care of you and not expecting you to take care of them.”
 
We went to the Nelson’s farm for a dinner that Ty couldn’t believe. We had so much food that everyone had food to take home for leftovers. Tip decided to spend the weekend on the farm, but Ty and I returned to Bellevue with Troy.
 
When Ty and I got home, he did something very uncharacteristic. He sat down beside me on the sofa and said, “Grandma, I can’t believe the food we had and no one seemed to be saying I am better than you.”
 
“Grandma, I think all of those people who were there today are great. It is going too be lonesome around here without the Tipper. Grandma, could I have my own bedroom. I know that Tip is gay and I don’t want to continue to upset him. If I stay in the same bedroom with him, I might do something I regret. I have grown to love the Tipper but I don’t want it to be in a sexual way. He is just too good looking for his own good.”
 
After the announcements the day after Thanksgiving, when it was decided that Troy and Chip and Tim were going to be living in a base house, things really started to happen. Tip and Ty insisted that I get rid of all of the clutter in the house. They were relentless and made me make some hard decisions.
 
When my sons and daughters and their families came to visit at Christmas, they were upset that they hadn’t been involved in the decision making. I couldn’t believe but Tip stood in their faces and said, “You people don’t care for your mother or grandmother. All you can think of is yourselves and how can you get the most out of your Mother or Grandmother. As far as I am concerned, you are all takers. Otherwise why would she be living here in this big house without anyone coming to visit, except when someone wants something? Why don’t you move along?”
 
After a humongous garage sale, we got rid of most of the clutter. When spring came, Troy, Tony and Ian organized the 15/16 year olds and they repainted the exterior of my house. They completely landscaped the huge yard and then painted the interior of the house.
 
Between the guys’ sports and all the work everyone had done, they all still maintained their excellent grades. The guys had just finished the house in time for my birthday. My family all arrived and started telling me I should sell the house now that it looked so good. Tip and Ty were very quiet.
 
Finally, Tip couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “For your information, Grandma Maggie has decided to sell the house and put the money into an account to assure that she won’t be destitute when she retires, since it's obvious that none of you are going to take care of her.”
 
MEET ZACK
 
Tip and Ty had planned a birthday party for me, but they didn’t know that my family would show up since they were almost nonexistent most of the time. Troy had arrived with the Miller twins and Scott and Alex. Ian and his fiancé arrived with Tony and Betsy. They came in and the house was full. Troy and Chip were serving the cake when my grandson Zack went and got Tip and said, “Tip I have to go to the bathroom. My youngest son and his wife were too busy arguing with my older son to notice what was happening.
 
Tip thought it odd that a seven year old boy would ask him to take him to the bathroom, but didn’t argue. They went to the bathroom upstairs and the young man pulled down his pants so his bottom was exposed. He had scars and fresh sores all over his bottom. He looked like he had been whipped with a belt or strap.
 
“Zack, who hurt you there?” Tip asked.
 
“My Dad and Mother both hit me. They keep telling me I am worthless and I am taking their money so they can’t do anything fun.” Zack sobbed.
 
“Zack, after you are finished, I want you to go into my room, take your pants off and lie on my bed until I come back.”
 
Tip came down the stairs and got Troy, Chip and Ty.
 
He took them up the steps and said guys, “Get ready to hold on to your dinners. What you are about to see is going to make you sick.”
 
The guys walked into Tip’s room and Zack curled up and started to cry. “You aren’t going to hurt me are you?”
 
Troy held Zack close and said, “Zack if any of these guys try to hurt you I will cut off all of their fingers and toes. Now, I want you to turn over. We are going to put some lotion on you that will make your hurts go away. We’ll let Tip do it.
 
Chip left and came back with a digital camera and took a couple of photos making sure that Zack’s face was visible. Tip made a phone call.
 
Tip and Chip finally came down with Zack and said, “Okay, it’s time for gifts.”
 
My children gave me cheap gifts. Ty and Tip and the guys gave me a pair of pierced ear rings that had my birthstone. They were not cheap but they solicited help from Troy and Tony. I just loved the emeralds. General Allen stopped in and gave me a gift certificate for $100.00 at a Dillard’s store.
 
I could see my children’s eyes getting bigger and bigger. They were licking there lips when the doorbell rang. Tip went to get it.
 
“Hi Mrs. Jensen, it’s good to see you. Come in, I have some people I want you to meet.” He introduced her to my two sons and three daughters and their families and then the rest of the group. “I would like to talk to Mrs. Jensen, Grandma Maggie, Tyler and Zack while Troy and Chip and the guys make sure the rest of the guests have everything that you need.”
 
Tip led us upstairs and took us to his room. He had Zack lie down on his bed on his tummy and pulled down his pants so we could see the welts and the open sores.
 
I about lost everything that I had eaten. Tip said, “Mrs. Jensen, we need to have Zack assigned to us. He should not be anywhere near his parents. They have hurt him repeatedly. I know that Ty and I are two stupid teenagers, but we would never let anything like this happen again to Zack. Since Grandma Maggie is his biological grandmother, there shouldn’t be any problem getting him placed in her custody at least temporarily and maybe for good. It is apparent that his parents don’t appreciate or want him.”
 
“Grandma, you go say goodbye to your other four children and their families but make sure that Zack’s parents don’t leave. Ty will come up and let us know when we can come down.”
 
After everyone left and Ty passed the signal, Tip and Mrs. Jensen came down with Zack. Tip didn’t mince any words. “Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, we will be keeping Zack with us, since you don’t want him. We have photos of the wounds that you have inflicted on his bottom. He tells us that you are always yelling at him because he needs money for lunch and some school things. That does not give you the right whip him.”
 
Ty added, “I know when someone is high on drugs and you two are definitely users. Why don’t you pull up your sleeves so everyone can see the needle marks? Now, Tip has a piece of paper for you to sign that says you give up all rights to your son and that his Grandmother, Mrs. Maggie Jackson is his guardian. Mrs. Jensen will finalize the arrangements tomorrow.”
 
Tip glared at them and said, “If you ever try to contact him again without one of us with him, we will have you put in jail faster than you can shake your head. Now is there anything that you don’t understand?” Zack’s parents signed the paper and Tip handed it to Mrs. Jensen.
 
“Mrs. Jensen, this should take care of tonight. I trust you and your counterparts in Douglas County can take care of the rest of the details. We need to get Zack enrolled in school. Right now we need to get him to bed so we can wash his clothes so he has some clean clothes for tomorrow. Zack, go take a nice warm bath and Ty and I will be there to get you settled shortly.”
 
Ty and Tip ushered my son and his wife out of the door and hugged Mrs. Jensen and thanked her for coming. The guys took off upstairs and to help get Zack settled. Mrs. Jensen looked at me and said, “Mrs. Jackson, I think you got lucky when I brought these two guys to you.”
 
I looked at her and said, “They and their friends have taken control of my life. I just go to work and come home and do what I am told.”

To be continued... 
  

To be continued... 
 

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Editor's Notes:

It is so wonderful to read this wonderful story.  I can hardly wait for the next chapter.  Friends, I think we are in for a wonderful adventure. I believe it will rival earlier stories, and perhaps surpass them in some ways. If you have not yet read E Walk's earlier stories, I strongly recommend that you take the time to do so. I promise you that you will not be disappointed. Remember this is only the beginning of this story. Hold on to your hats.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 07/06/07