Tall Ships

Talle Ships 8**_

The Tall Ships

Part 8

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Cocktails at The Plaza

(and a reunion)

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Hanging my suit in my closet, I trimmed my bushy mustache and shaved. I shampooed in the shower. I opened up a fancy set of cologne and matching deodorant I'd gotten the past Christmas. Taking a sniff, I was pleased with the spicy and masculine scent. I retreated to the bedroom with some towels and my toiletries.

I usually left my bedroom door open, but I had to close it to get to some drawers hidden by it to get my dressy underwear and dress shoes. When I took the cloth wrapped shoes from the bottom drawer, I grinned. I'd hidden something in there which I decided was the perfect present for Olaf in response to the 200 year old royal gift he'd given me as a token of our love-bond. Putting it in my jacket pocket, I dried off my hair.

I'd left the other apartment wondering what beautiful Olaf saw in a dumb truck-driver and deliveryman like me. I almost always forgot the full length mirror I'd found set in the back of my bedroom door when I moved in. It stared me in the face after I'd closed the door, and I stared back.

As I stood there on the afternoon of July 1, 1976, I doubted that anyone among the men I was spending time with remembered that my 26th birthday began at midnight. My family had always celebrated my birthday on the Fourth of July when everyone was together, so only my parents and siblings knew it was actually July 2, and they always sent me cards for the Fourth, too. As I looked in the full length mirror as I brushed my hair, I decided to take stock of myself.

Since coming out, I'd let my hair grow from the crew-cut I used to wear to emphasis my toughness to my shirt collar. My hair's naturally curly, framing my face in an attractive way. It highlighted a masculine square chin and a strong nose from my Roman ancestors with a full mustache on dark skin that looked like a permanent tan, courtesy of my Native American ancestors. My skin set off my bright blue eyes in a way that usually surprised people. I smiled with my fairly even white teeth. I had to admit that my face was handsome. I may not be my own type, but I could finally understand why I've had men and women chasing me for the last ten years.

I flexed my arms in the mirror, grinning at the memory of Olaf's passion. I remembered his excitement as he made love to my burly, furry chest, moaning to tell me how much he adored my man-pelt. At six foot tall, I was two or three inches shorter than him. My arms were stronger from work and working out, and my chest and waist were heavier than his, but without fat. I knew that my nipples were erect, but I couldn't see them due to the thick fur there. As I ran my fingers over my fleece, I understood my Swedish friends' enjoyment for the first time.

I watched my dick react between my hairy, muscular legs. I doubt if any man on the face of the Earth can honestly say he's totally happy with his manhood. We all want to be longer or thicker - or both. Cut men wish they had foreskins, while natural men contemplate getting circumcised. As I hefted my expanding 7½ fat cut inches, I had to admit that it was a nice mouthful which stretched an ass nicely. The important thing was that it made the one man who I loved happy. Suddenly, it was just the right size.

I had to admit that I've been slightly surprised that neither Lars or Olaf had commented on an obvious genetic defect I shared with my dad and brothers. We were all born missing a small toe, with very broad feet. A quick look left the impression that we had nicely formed feet. Although we'd hated it when we were teased about our deformed feet as kids, it had kept Jimmy and me from being drafted during Vietnam. I wondered if it would upset Olaf when he realized I had strange feet.

I began to worry, and then I heard my handsome lover's gentle whisper the day before. "Let tomorrow solve itself, Ike." I remembered Lars saying that Olaf had things to tell me, too. We had a lifetime to get to learn each other's secrets.

I grinned as there was a knock on the door. "Are you dressed yet, Ike?" asked Cal. I hadn't realized that I could tell the difference between their voices. It wasn't just that scar.

"Come in, Cal. I need you to tie my tie for me."

Opening the door, he gave a wolf-whistle. "How the fuck did you know it was me?"

I shrugged. "I just knew. I guess that makes me a good cousin." I whistled back. "For a hustler, you clean-up good, kid. That's a great suit." He was in a well-tailored black suit which emphasized his build, with a pale pinkish silk shirt and a dark red tie.

"Thanks. A gift from one of my clients, a woman who likes me to escort her wherever her scumbag ex-husband will be with his second wife, and always wants me in a new outfit. This suit is designed by Pierre Cardin. So is the tie."

"Do you do more than go on dates with her?"

He laughed. "First Lars gets interested in my sex life, and now you. Mrs. ..." He smirked. "Let's call her Mrs. M., since her name is well known, is one of my special ladies. I enjoy sex with guys, especially ones who are masculine and hairy, but I'm basically straight, and I prefer older woman to those my age, since they know what they're doing." He started to do up my tie. "Hey, this is a great tie, made of great silk."

"Thanks. It was a gift from Lars. Are you in love with this Mrs. M.?"

He laughed as he completed my knot. "Hell, no. She's a lot of fun, but I really like another of my clients, a 30 year old divorcee named Adela." He pulled back his jacket sleeves to show big cufflinks that looked like real rubies, to match a red jewel on the center of his tie. "These were a gift from her. I'd never let her know I have feelings for her. Why would she be interested in a boy-whore? I'm just glad that she needs me to escort and fuck her once a week." He examined me. "Those slacks are a bit big, Ike. Is there a vest with this suit?" I hadn't worn the suit since I'd begun working out. I handed it to him, and he tightened the back of the vest's waist.

"She buys your sexual services weekly?" I asked.

"Sometimes twice in a week, but always once a week. I have a date to take her to the theater tomorrow evening. Why?"

"I may not be the smartest man, kiddo, but obviously that broad thinks the only way she can see the handsome young man she loves is to pay him to be with her."

He frowned silently as he helped me put my jacket on as I admired myself in the mirror. The gym work I'd been doing since buying the suit to go to a family funeral had really paid off. The waist was a bit large, but the tightened vest had disguised that, emphasizing my upper body. The jacket had been a little baggy when new, but now seemed sculpted to my chest and arms.

The suit was a black, with fine navy pinstripes. Lars had purchased a pale blue shirt which went well with the new tie. I got out a set of turquoise and silver cufflinks. The matching tie-tack went perfect on the tie. As I patted my pocket to make sure that my gift for Olaf was there, Cal said, "Everyone is waiting for you in the living room. If you think I clean up well, wait until you see my big brother the Marine, and your lover." He smirked. "Rob has already given us all the details of that wedding in the other apartment." He took my hand. "That's some great ring, Ike."

I petted his cheek as he opened the door. "Think about what I said, buddy."

****

When I entered the living room, I had eyes only for one man, my Olaf. I gasped in wonder at his masculine beauty in his dress uniform. I'd met the cousins when they were dressed in a more casual uniform which looked like a cadet's uniform. Olaf and Lars were both now in formal uniforms of a bright sky-blue, like my tie, with high collars trimmed with white and silver braid. Similar braid were on a tab that marked the sleeve cuff and epaulettes on their wide shoulders. A row of silver buttons ran down their fronts. There were gold badges on their chests. They had tall matching hats under their arms, and held white gloves. Each had a sword with golden handles hanging from their waist.

Olaf and I stared at each other for a minute. He breathed, "Så mörk, hårig och stilig, min älskare!" Lars whispered his translation, "So dark, furry and handsome, my lover."

I walked over to my lover, kissing him lightly as I took his hand. Nodding to Lars, I said, "Olaf, earlier you honored me by giving me a beautiful gift which has been in your family for generations to mark our mutual love." I kissed his hand as Lars translated. "Min älskare, I pledge to you my undying love. If Uncle Gustav fails to keep you in New York, I'm ready to move to Sweden so we can live together as husbands, because I cannot imagine living without you." My relatives gasped, but Olaf glowed at the words.

"I, too, min älskare." Olaf whispered. "I call home late tonight for my son's birthday, and will tell Sonja we not to marry."

Since he'd spoken in English, without Lars offering explanation, I assumed that the gay man meant some other relative. It was his turn to gasp when I knelt at his feet.

I now knew the cadence to allow Lars to translate. "You asked earlier about my trophies. When I was in high school, I was a wrestler. In my senior year, I was the champion for the entire city." He beamed with pride at that. "I was in a statewide tournament, the first student from my school to ever do that. My parents gave me a gift to celebrate my winning third place in the state for heavyweight wrestling." I slipped the ring on his hand. "It was my most treasured possession, but now your heart has replaced it, so I want you to wear it."

I had put a gold ring with my birthstone, a ruby, on his finger. I never wore it because of it's value. It was literally the most expensive thing I owned, and more valuable because it had been a gift from my parents, who'd had to scrimp to buy it.

He spoke, and Lars translated. "My love, it is exquisite. I will wear it always. It is my birthstone, too."

"Too?" I asked, puzzled.

Lars laughed. "When I called your brother this morning to find out the exact number of guests, he told me he'd told a white lie to his lady, telling her that the dinner was a reunion with you in honor of your birthday tomorrow. We all know. I meant the tie as an early birthday gift."

Before I could ask about Olaf's birthday, the doorbell rang. It was a car. Olaf helped me stand. I turned to Rob. His dark blue dress uniform had trousers that matched the Swedish uniform. "What, no sword?" I teased.

"I can only wear the sword when on duty, not on leave." I rolled my eyes. I complimented Al on his navy blue suit with a white shirt and red, white and blue striped tie as we got ready to leave. The others carried gifts.

"It is supposed to be your birthday party until the engagement ring is revealed, Ike." Al explained. "Lars is very efficient, and Rob helped him shop." The Marine grinned as he put the white hat on his head, pulling on white gloves.

I rolled my eyes as we went down the stairs. On the curb was a stretch limo with a uniformed driver. Every kid on the block, and most of the adults, were watching us as we entered. The car took off smoothly with the six of us comfortable in the spacious back.

"Lars, whose birthday is tomorrow?"

"Yours, silly."

"Wiseass! I meant in Sweden, who Olaf will be calling."

To my surprise, Lars asked Olaf a question, then translated Olaf's answer. "I was right when I said son. I have a fourteen year old son, who lives with my parents. He was to have lived with Sonja and me, and I hope that Oskar can live with us here." He took a wallet from inside his jacket to show me a photograph of him and a handsome teenager who looked just like my man, except with redder hair.

I held it, smiling. "Wow, a stepson! Does Oskar know that you're gay?"

He grinned. "You are taking this well, my love. Yes, he knows. He was confused by my engagement. I suspect he will be happier with us." He kissed the photo as he put it away.

"Now I feel dumb. If he's fourteen, how old are you?"

"Oscar will be fifteen tomorrow, July second, and I will be thirty-four on the same day." He grinned at my intake of breath. "I felt the same when Lars told me we all shared a birthday, my husband. It is like we were meant to be a family."

"Where did he come from?"

"I was seduced by a twenty-two year old neighbor when I was eighteen. We had sex once, but we were not prepared. She did not want to kill the baby, but did not want to keep it, so I've had custody since Oskar was born."

Squeezing his hand, I smiled my understanding. I'd have a built-in family with my love!

The rest of the short ride was occupied with the Swedes teaching the Americans how to greet the Ambassador in his language.

****

The doorman opened the car door as we pulled up to The Plaza. Rob stopped me. "You two go in and have a minute with Jimmy. We'll have a cigarette over at the Park, joining you in about ten minutes. OK?"

"Sounds like a good plan. Lars' idea?"

"Nope, mine. Lars can't wait to see if Jimmy is as hot as you are. I`m keeping him away for you. You owe me."

"Like it's such a struggle for you to be with him." He laughed as he lead Lars and his brothers across the street.

****

I clutched Olaf's hand as we entered the bar. I'm told that the bar at the Plaza is beautiful: I can't tell you, since all of my attention was focused on my big brother. I took me just a second to find him standing at the bar with a taller man who didn't register at first. As far as that famous bar goes, I only have a vague image of a masculine space.

As Jimmy shouted, "Kiddo!" Olaf squeezed my hand, then let go. Jimmy flew across the room while I absorbed the differences in him. First of all, he fucking glowed - the man was obviously in love and excited about proposing. The second thing I noticed was a thick mustache; Jimmy had always been clean shaven, teasing me mercilessly about growing my "soup strainer" starting a few days before high school graduation, which I'd attended with a distinctly noticeable fuzz below my nose.

As Jimmy grabbed me in a bear hug, I had to gasp at his larger bulk and muscles. I'd always been the jock. Three year older than me, I was better built as soon as puberty hit me at twelve. He was a late bloomer, having only arrived at manhood at fourteen, and without the dramatic changes that had happened to me. I'd sprouted hair on my body almost overnight, while Jimmy took after my dad and got hairy over three years, never reaching my furry status. Our kid brother, Matt, at seventeen, was hairier than Jimmy, having spurted to maturity like me, but at thirteen. Or had been when I last saw him eight months earlier, when I'd visited him the day before his birthday, since I'd been stupidly and stubbornly avoiding Jimmy.

The tough hug by this suddenly muscular big brother broke my control, and I sobbed "Oh, Jimmy, I'm so fucking sorry!"

As I blubbered, I realized he was crying as hard, and that we were holding each other up. "No, kiddo, it was all my fault!" Olaf was literally holding us up as we leaned against my lover as we both bawled like babies.

Olaf chuckled, "Let us call it is a dead mistake, and move on." We let go with a laugh, "Before bride shows up to empty hotel room." Olaf added.

"You must be Olaf." Jimmy laughed with, gripping his hands with a grin. "How wonderful to meet you." He looked down at the hands in his. "My, I've seen that ring before, kiddo."

I held out my ring finger. "We exchanged family treasures. The king of Sweden gave this one to his ancestor two hundred years ago. Jimmy, I intend to spend my life with him."

Jimmy smiled. "I knew when you guys walked in that you were a couple in love." He grabbed my hand to lead me to a booth where the tall man had gone to sit. "I have a bit of a surprise for you, Ike. Happy fucking birthday."

Tears burst to my eyes as my dad slid out of the booth, another man behind him. As dad gripped me with tears in his eyes, I realized that the cute young guy behind him was Matt. Mom had told me after his birthday that he'd had eye surgery to correct a problem he'd had all his life, requiring thick glasses. With some surprising increase in muscle and without those coke-bottle specs, Matt had actually become the best looking man in the Romani family. His nose isn't as prominent as the rest of us, he has a square chin and clear skin that's lighter than Jimmy and mine. His eyes were a darker blue, and there was a tighter curl to his hair which went well with the shorter cut.

I let go of my dad to hold out my arms for my darling baby brother. He's too young for Jimmy and me to have been very close to him, but we'd spent years defending the kid from bullies because of his glasses. "Damn, punk-boy, you've become a fucking man!" My use of my childhood teasing name for him set the kid off.

My dad stretched his arms around us, pulling Jimmy in. "Fuck." Dad sobbed, "I'm together with my boys again. The bad years are finally over. What a great night!" He looked over at Olaf, puzzled.

I asked Jimmy, "You didn't say anything?" He shook he head. "Dad, guys, may I present my boyfriend, Olaf Gunnarsson Adlerberg. He's a riddare, or a knight of the Swedish nobility." I decided that the colorful uniform from out of an operetta spoke for itself.

Dad grabbed Olaf's hand in a shake. I grinned as my old man, a construction work foreman, winced at Olaf's grip. Matt actually giggled at the sight. "Are you serious about my boy, mister knight?"

"I have asked him to raise my son with him, who I will bring from Sweden. Does that sound serious, enough sir?"

"You're married, boy?" Dad snapped. "Are you breaking up a family to be with Ike?"

"No, sir. I never married to the older woman who seduced me when I was about the same age as this young one." He smiled at Matt. "But I've always had custody, since she did not wish him. Mother has not seen him in ten years."

My dad's face broke into a grin. "So how old is my eldest grandson?" My oldest sister had had a baby girl two years before, and a second girl four months earlier.

"Oskar will be fifteen tomorrow, min nya pappa." Olaf grinned.

When my family blinked in surprise at that, I added, "I'd guess he said `my new father'. Olaf is older than he looks. If you want further proof that he and I are meant to be together, He'll be thirty-four tomorrow. He is an instructor at the Royal Swedish Naval Academy, as is his cousin Lars, who will be here in a minute with Robbie, Junior and the twins. Lars` uncle arranged all this tonight for Jimmy." Olaf gave me a look, and I knew I had to be formal. "Olaf, min älskling, you are holding hands with my father, James Edward Romani, Senior."

"And feel free to keep calling me pappa, son." He hugged my lover, and I had to sniffle a sob.

I pulled over Jimmy, "Olaf, this is my elder brother, James Edward Romani. Junior, and my baby brother who has turned into an adult man since I last saw him, Matthew Lucas Romani."

"Who is so fucking happy to learn I'm not the youngest member of the family anymore. I can't wait to meet Oskar." He hugged Olaf tightly. "I'm so glad you're here to see the men reunited and for Ike's birthday. Yours, too."

I whispered in Jimmy's ear, "Don't they know?"

He shook his head and whispered back, "You know dad. He can't keep a secret, and the whole female clan would have insisted on being here. It was hard enough to keep it to the men." I noticed that tall man standing there. "Ike, this is Patrick Anderson, my second best buddy, who I couldn't wait for you to meet."

Pat's a 6'2" ginger haired man with green eyes, and built like a fortress. The suit was obviously expensive and custom made. As we shook hands, I saw sadness in his eyes. I then remembered that Jimmy had planned on setting us up. He shook hands with Olaf, and as my lover chatted with him, he perked up. My man could cure depression!

Dad had us all sit down to the beers already on the table. Then he cleared his throat and said with humor, "OK, Junior, what the fuck is going on? I know you wanted to set Pat and Ike up but you were expecting Olaf. And why would his uncle be involved with a family reunion?"

Matt laughed, "Bet you ten bucks I know what's going on, daddy!" My dad shook hands with him on the bet. "I predict that Jimmy has a honking big diamond ring in his pocket, and we're meeting some dames. We all know Patty, but it would have looked odd to invite her alone."

I snickered. "We have a natural born detective here, big brother. Pay up, pop."

Dad gave a loud enough yell of joy to attract attention. Just then the other four guys entered the bar, picking up beers to join us.

After greetings, Jimmy and I left the men together to talk alone. We bellied up to the bar, and I laughed, "Matt figured that one out good, brother."

"Notice that dad wasn't shocked, just happy. I've been fending off questions about my intentions for months."

"Pat's sister's name is Patricia?" I asked.

"They're twins. They run the company I work for, Anderson Services."

I grinned. "Then I work for them, too." His eyebrow raised. "They bought my company, Speedy Delivery and Trucking, two months ago."

"Oh, then I would have found you soon without Rob and Lars. I'm in charge of personnel records, and will be Vice President of Operation after I get my degree in two years. I was just beginning to add Speedy's records to our new computer system."

"How did you go from repairing trucks to fucking the boss? And being good buddies with the other boss?"

"The Andersons bought the garage where I was working two years ago. Pat asked my old boss who he thought was smart and under utilized, and the next thing I knew, I was taking a battery of aptitude tests, acing them. Pat's late parents always looked for bright employees to promote, knowing that blue collar workers often don't get a chance to explore educational opportunities. They're paying for my college, and I've agreed to six years working as an executive afterwards. Of course, if I marry Pat, I'll be producing the heir to the company. They are co-owners with two younger sisters, but the twins own the majority share. I`ve never met the sisters."

I held his hand in mine, "Big brother, I'm so glad that Robbie and Lars stuck their noses in our business. I've missed you so fucking much."

"Me, too, kiddo. After I cooled down, I regretted my asshole actions so much. Pat got me working out to get some of my anger at myself out, and I sort of got addicted. Especially when Patricia began to get hotter for me as my body got stronger."

Lars came over to us, "My uncle just got here, Ike." He lead me to a distinguished looking man with white hair and formal eveningwear with a blue and yellow sash across his chest. As I shook his hand, Lars said, "Isaac Marcus Romani, allow me to present our host tonight, min farbror, Gustav Adlerberg, the envoy of the royal court of Sweden to the United Nations."

I managed a respectable "Trevligt att träffas," or `Pleased to meet you,' which made the handsome older man grin.

"Nöjet är alla mina!" He answered, `The pleasure is all mine'. He looked at Jimmy who'd joined us.

"My elder brother, James Edward Romani, Jr., sir."

"Ah, the happy groom to be. Congratulations." As they shook, Olaf joined us. The Ambassador looked uncomfortable for a second. "Gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I must speak to Olaf and Lars alone, with some news from home. I will join you in a moment."

We watched in confusion as he lead them out to the lobby. The older man made a very formal looking bow to Olaf before making what looked like a speech, handing my lover a thick envelope, bowing again. Olaf and Lars looked upset as he left them alone to rejoin us, then steered us two to a table.

"I had to give them some sad news, along with a message from our King." He explained. "Olaf's granduncle died yesterday at the age of ninety-seven." As I began to get up to comfort them, Gustav put a hand on my arm. "Wait, Isak, there is more. Erik Amundsen Gyllenadler was the current Greve or Count Gyllenadler, a high title. I was ordered by His Majesty to inform my godson that he is the first heir to the title, since he is single. There is a tradition that Greve Gyllenadler must be unmarried, and remain so."

"What? Why?"

"It is complicated, and I base some of my comments on rumors, since I am not a member myself of the secret order of knights involved. Have you ever heard of Den Tempelriddaren, the Knights Templar, Isak?"

"I'm a big reader of history, sir. When I was driving cross country, I would read every night. I spent a year studying the Crusades. I thought the Templars were destroyed in the fourteenth century as heretics?"

"Yes, although the Catholic Church has exonerated them of that charge. There were many Tempelriddaren in Sweden in ancient times, and they helped the King fight the Danes by teaching him better way to fight and introducing better weapons. There are some knights among the Swedish nobility who may not marry, belonging to a secret order called Den Heliga Brödraskap Riddare, The Holy Brotherhood of Knights. The one exception is the King. It is rumored that they are the heirs of the Templars. I do not know for sure."

"What does this have to do with Olaf?" Jimmy asked as I absorbed this.

"If he accepts the title of Greve Gyllenadler, he becomes one of these Holy Knights. He will be initiated this winter into the Brotherhood, and may never marry a woman. Which dies not effect his having a male lover; his Uncle Erik had one for sixty years. I think that the Count Gyllenadler is one of the leaders of the sect, but I do not know for sure. It is unusual that a title in Sweden comes with lands attached to it, and this one includes a small island in the Baltic Sea, with a twelfth century castle and church, both built by Den Tempelriddaren and said to be the headquarters of this Holy Brotherhood of Knights."

"Why is he taking so long to talk about it with Lars?" I asked.

He smiled. "Ritual. He may not answer me right away. It is an important thing."

Olaf approached our table. "Have you this thing explained, Farbror Gustav?"

"Yes, Olaf. To the best of my ability. Is suspect that Erik told you some of the secrets?"

He nodded. "Yes, when it was known I preferred men."

"Is this a problem, Olaf?" I asked.

"Far from it. I can give Sonja a reason for breaking our engagement less painful, and my new title will probably make me more valuable at the United Nations?" Gustav nodded his agreement. "Ers Excellens, Your Excellency, I wish to speak this in English, so my husband Ike, he understands." The older man just nodded, unsurprised. "Sir, will you please to tell His Majesty that I accept with gladness this burden and honor." He smiled at me. "Is that the right words, Ers Excellens?"

The Ambassador rose, and formally bowed to Olaf. "It is, Greve Gyllenadler. I will call the Palace when I arrive home to so inform His Majesty. Congratulations, Olaf. Shall we gather the other men to go upstairs?"

Jimmy went to get the others and explain what happened while Olaf and I wandered into the lobby. "I hope my title will not be bothering you, min älskling? It is highest in Sweden not royal."

I laughed. "It would have two days ago, but now it's just another part of the man I love. I'm so proud to be your lover that anything that makes you happy makes me happy."

"There is still initiation, which Erik hinted involved sex with other holy knights." He smiled. "In a letter, Uncle Erik begged me not to marry Sonja, so I be next Greve. I would not be shocked to know he willed himself dead before wedding to stop it."

I hit his arm. "That's a horrible thing to say, love. "

My father lead the group to us, hugging Olaf. "Gustav told us about your uncle, son. I'm so sorry for you."

"Thank you, pappa, but he was a very sick old man who was very lonely since twelve years when Harold died."

"Harold?"

"His husband." Olaf smiled. "Like Ike and me. They were loves since our age, and Erik was so lonely when Harold gone."

My dad smiled at us. "Husbands." He shrugged. "Robbie told us about you guys exchanging rings, and I guess I can get used to the word. Can I see the ring, Ike?" I held out my hand. "Is that your family crest, Olaf?"

Lars and Gustav returned from getting the room key at the desk, and we all approached the elevators. "It was, pappa, then it became the one on his tie. But after the King hears my accept, I will have my own crest, and my name will change to my title, Gyllenadler." Lars translated that as `Golden Eagle`, then explained that the crest for the Greve Gyllenadler is a circle showing two knights sharing a horse over a Maltese Cross. Dad and my brothers admired my tie as Lars explained the history.

****

The elevator opened, and our party filed in to find it occupied by just a cute young operator who was eyeing us with frank lust, so I pulled my lover into my arms. "Well, my Count, I guess I have to have lessons in saying your new title. But first I need to kiss my mate." The operator groaned at our tongue dueling while Matt pretended to gag. I'd notice him checking out a couple of hot chicks in the lobby, but I guess he was letting me know for sure that he played for Jimmy and dad's team. I reached over and swatted his ass, and we both giggled as Olaf moaned and ground his crotch into mine.

"You guys are killing me!" whispered the operator. Patrick looked at him with a grin, then reached over and goosed him. The younger man thrust his butt back at the rich muscle stud with a whimper. The hand lingered on his bubble ass.

To my surprise, my dad laughed. "It looks like you're gonna get another guest at that ongoing orgy that Robbie was teasing Matt about, son. Lars already invited Patrick, and I'll bet the ten bucks I lost to Matt that this punk will accept an invite from Pat."

"An orgy? With all you studs?", whispered the short, well build blond in his 20's with a distinctly Irish accent. "ALL of you?" He giggled coquettishly.

"No, just the gay ones." I smiled at him. Cal winked at me, then licked his lips as he looked at the beefy Patrick. "Well, plus a bisexual or two." I held out a hand to him, and was pleased by the firm grip. "I'm Ike Romani, and this is my lover, Olaf Gyllenadler."

"I'm Liam Murphy." He smiled. "I came over from Dublin six years ago with an American man, and stayed after we broke up." He looked at Patrick with lust, "OK, after he dumped me, I felt like shite, but now I think it may have been a for the best! It looks like I`m able to meet some better quality gentlemen, now."

My dad laughed again. "What a tease! He reminds me of a guy I knew in high school."

I stared at my father, who'd never told me about knowing a gay guy before. I had to get more information, but we'd arrived on our floor.

Pat give Liam a kiss, "I'm Patrick Anderson, and Senior had it right. I've been invited to the party and I'd love for you to be there. What time do you get off duty?"

"Eight-thirty, Patrick." Liam smiled sexily.

"We'll still be in Suite 1000, so join us after you change."

"I'm not supposed to go to guest rooms..." The bell from the lobby rang, making him nervous.

With a grin, Patrick handed him his appointment book. "Tell your supervisor that I dropped this, but you didn't notice until the whole group had gone into the room. I asked you to point out Suite 1000, so you know where I am. He'll call me, and I'll insist you return it for a tip when off duty. If you stay for awhile afterwards, he'll never know."

Liam gave him a deep kiss before closing the door to take the elevator down. A moment after we let ourselves into the large and elegant suite, a bellboy knocked on the door, carrying in a number of wrapped gifts that had been left at the desk.

Olaf and I, holding hands, wandered around the suite. There was the main room, a combination living room and dining room, with a small kitchen for serving the food, and two bedrooms with bathrooms.

Lars followed us into the large bedroom, turned down the bed, and then scattered rose petals on the bed after handing us scented candles to put on the mantle place and tables. "The waiter can light them after he serves desert." he said with a wink.

As we looked into the smaller bedroom, my father really surprised me by whispering: "Why don't you take Olaf in there for twenty minutes and comfort him over the death of his uncle, son? I'll... well, stand guard?" He nudged me with a lewd wink. Olaf giggled and dragged me into the bedroom while the other men laughed.

****

"Comfort me, my husband..." he crooned as he pulled me into his arms and we kissed. I eased out of his arms to sit on an easy chair next to the door, opening his fly as he unbutton his jacket. I fished his beautiful cock from his trousers and swallowed it hungrily as his fingers clutched at my hair. I undid my own zipper as I leaned forward, pulling my handkerchief from my pocket. As I made love to my mate's massive manhood, I wrapped the handkerchief around my cockhead to prevent staining my slacks, and went to town with my hand and my throat.

My naval man must have been even more excited than me. I'd learned that he had a great deal of control over his gonads most of the time, so I was surprised after five minutes when he began to mutter in Swedish as he thrust into my throat.

I'd gotten used to Olaf's bigness, so I was stunned that his passion began to make me gag, but was pleased when a thick glob of orgasmic fluids scalded my throat. Both my hands clasped his beautiful ass as I slurped down what felt like gallons of his salty jism.

Olaf pulled me to my feet, replacing me on the chair as he swallowed me. I was surprised when he beginning Humming, knowing that usually lasted for a long time, but he immediately added more suction than my mom's treasured old steel canister vacuum cleaner. I held the side of his head as he drove me wild with passion. I cried out a few minutes later as I dumped a load down his suctioning throat.

We stood up to rearrange our clothes, smirking at each other. "That was so fucking hot, Olaf." I whispered. We went into the connected bathroom to wash, then comb our mussed up hair. As we went back to the main room, a cheer sounded. The waiter was handing out hors d'oeuvres. We eagerly joined the snack munching men, ignoring the good natured teasing.

As we ate, the phone rang for Lars. "That was the front desk, gentlemen. The ladies are on their way up."

****

A few minutes later, a knock on the door was answered by Patrick, who was greeted with a kiss by a beautiful woman with red hair. She was followed by two younger women with red hair and a statuesque blonde who was a bit older than the others. All four carried gift boxes, making me smile at the deception Jimmy had pulled on his lady love.

Patrick introduced me to the first woman as his twin sister, Patricia. I smiled at my future sister-in-law as she kissed my cheek, wishing me a happy birthday. I was then introduced to Ariadne, their twenty-four year old sister, and the stunning seventeen year old Judith. They all seemed thrilled to meet a handsome, real life Swedish Count, even if he was gay and bonded to me.

Next my hand was clasped by the blonde. "Ike, Olaf, allow me to introduce you to our cousin, Adela Anderson Garfield. She helped Patty and me raise Ariadne and Judith after both our sets of parents died in a plane crash six years ago." Adela was looking over my shoulder as she greeted me, so I glanced back to see who she was looking at. Cal was standing alone with a look of shocked happiness on his handsome face. I immediately remembered him telling me that he was in love with an older woman named Adela. She blushed at my knowing smile and wink.

Patricia and Jimmy had finally stopped massaging each other's tonsils with their tongues, a process eliciting smirks all over, so Patrick introduced his other family members to his best friend. Jimmy took over the introductions.

Judith looked confused by the attendance by Lars and the Ambassador, until Adela whispered in her ear. The youngest Anderson glanced over at me and Olaf, comprehension dawning, then smiled at us.

I almost started laughing when Matt was introduced to the beautiful girl his age. The punk looked like his eyes were about to roll up in his head while he shot a load in his pants, and the young lady stared at my handsome kid brother in wonder as she held his hand. Patrick said to me quietly, "Looks like another match has been made. Want to bet on how long it takes them to hit the sheets?"

"Aren't you her guardian?" I asked, slightly taken aback. "Shouldn't you be concerned about your sister's... virtue?" I ground to a halt, embarrassed by my comment.

"I would be, except for the fact that I happen to know it's been two years since she voluntarily gave that up," he chuckled with affection. "Judy is more comfortable discussing sex with me than Patty or Adela, so when she seduced a guy at school, she came to me to get on the Pill. So I'm betting that she makes the first move, since Matt seems like a polite young man."

"Who has a private entrance from the driveway to his basement bedroom suite." I laughed. "The same hidden doorway Jimmy and I used to bring girls to our beds. Often at the same time." I laughed at the look on Pat's face. "And I happen to know he uses the door the same way we did, and that dad let us have that freedom on purpose."

"How do you know that your brother fucks girls down there?" Olaf asked.

"He told me when I was down there for his birthday. He hadn't realized that Jimmy `invented' sneaking girls into the bedroom when he was in kindergarten, and that dad keeping him supplied with rubbers meant he had parental approval for fucking around, at least from our father. He may be the best student in the family, but when it comes to sex, he`s a bit backwards." I put my hand out to shut them up as Jimmy brought Adela to meet Cal. They turned, puzzled.

We could clearly hear the older woman purr at Jimmy, "Why, James! You kept the best for last." Jimmy looked back at Al in bewilderment as she reached out to run a hand over Cal's smooth-shaven cheek. My hustler cousin held her hand with his, nuzzling his cheek against her caress.

Dad had walked up to us, saying to Pat, who was staring at our cousins, "Well, you must be pretty pleased with tonight so far."

"Why, James?" Patrick asked as he kept watching the odd couple across the room, now kissing deeply.

"Well, you may not have gotten Ike, but my gay sons' inability to keep their hands off each other got you into that cute little guy`s pants. Your kid sister looks like she's going to drag Matt into the bedroom, and..." Wondering what had Pat distracted, dad turned. "Holy fuck! Now that is a complication. Forget what I said, Pat."

Forgetting that he didn't know about Cal and Al`s "career", I muttered, "Actually, Cal and Adela know each other already, and I'm not surprised by this. I told Cal that Adela was probably in love with him."

I almost passed out when my father commented casually, "Jezzuz, that sexy Mrs. Garfield doesn't look like she'd need to rent a boy. I guess Cal is very good at his work."

Olaf asked, "You know that Cal is doing the hustling, pappa?"

"And Al and Ronnie? Yes. Rose talked to me about it last year. I'm still friends with her, since I never like Ron, Senior." I stared at my father, shocked. He put an arm over my shoulder. "Ike, I'm a lot smarter than you think I am, and a lot less rigid. Wasn't I totally accepting when you came out?"

"I'd assumed that you had an idea from somewhere, so you were able to prepare yourself." I snorted. "I wish you'd talked to Jimmy."

My father hugged me, then whispered in my ear. "I knew what you were doing at that movie theater, son. And what Junior was up to before you. But it wasn't my place to bring that up. So I never mentioned it until Junior talked to me about the boys after Ronnie enlisted." He laughed as I stared at him in awe.

"I think I need to have a long talk with you, dad."

"Hell, maybe it's time I sat down with you and your brothers and we all had that long talk. My decision to keep secrets almost broke this family up. Unnecessary secrets at that."

The Ambassador struck a wine glass to get the room's attention. "I am so glad to be able to host this dinner to celebrate the birthdays of my godson Olaf and his beloved Isak. It seems that they were fated to be mates, since they share a birthday with their son." The women looked confused "Unfortunately, I cannot stay, but James, Junior has agreed to act as the host for me. I know it is the custom in this country to give gifts at the end of a party, but since I must leave, may we change that?" Everyone agreed cheerfully. "I must first give a gift to Olaf which is not for his birthday. As many of you know, Olaf's granduncle, the Greve or Count Gyllenadler, died yesterday at ninety-seven, and he is his bachelor uncle Erik`s heir." He stopped to allow the women to express their sympathies. "Erik knew he was dying, and sent me something to present to Olaf if it happened while Olaf was in America." He walked up to my lover, taking a box from his pocket. "This is the signet ring of the Greve Gyllenadler. Long may you wear it, my godson." He kissed Olaf on the cheek to the agreement of all.

Then Gustav picked up a large and apparently heavy package, which he handed to me. Instead of a bow, an ornate old key hung from the ribbon. I handed the key to Olaf as I carefully removed the ribbon and the beautiful paper. Inside was a lovely old, ornate carved wooden box, with two knights holding one sword together on the cover. The key fit in a opening in front, and it opened to reveal a humidor with a few dozen Cuban cigars. "Lars told me that you like cigars, Isak, and I am friends with the envoy from Cuba, who keeps me well supplied." I gushed by thanks, embarrassed at the expensive gift from a stranger. As if reading my mind, he said to me in a low voice, "Ike, you are now a member of my family. I treat you as such."

Gustav turned to Olaf. "I have a gift for you that is also a gift for Isak, my godson. I waited until now to tell you that our request that you take over security and information at the consulate has been approved. You are staying in New York, Olaf." He grinned as two crying full grown men clutched him in a hug that included each other. I could hear the women being brought up to date, and heard Oskar's name. He eased us off of his body. "There is a small house that goes with the job, since it includes entertaining responsibilities. It will be available in two weeks, when the old security returns home, which he has been asking to do for over a year. Between the time you ship leaves to go home and starting your new job, you will be on a vacation." He grinned at us. "Well, a honeymoon. I have notified your Captain, Olaf."

I was glad that I'd asked Leroy to move in. Now I didn't have to worry about Johnny needing a new roommate. Twenty-four hours earlier I would have been freaking out at the idea of living in Olaf's home, with no responsibilities. Now, all I care about was being with my man!

Uncle Gustav went around the room saying his farewells. When he got to us, he handed me a card, whispering to us. "Call me after your brother is engaged, so I will know it went well." With a kiss for each of us, he left.

Olaf and I stood together as each person brought us their gifts. The women only had gifts for me, since they weren't expecting Olaf. Most of the gifts were nice, a few were basically jokes. The oddest was two clip-on key-rings with one key on each from Patrick and Patricia, but the brother promised that he would reveal the answer to the puzzle the next day.

****

I noticed that Adela didn't give me the box that she'd walked in with. When everyone was having some hors d'oeuvres and wine, the older woman drew me to a window, then handed me the box. "Perhaps I should use this as a bribe, Ike." She smiled. "I want to take one of your... employees out of circulation. Permanently."

"Employee? I'm sorry, I don't get it. I work for a company owned by the Andersons as a truck driver."

"I'm talking about Calvin. I want to take him away from that sort of work. I love him, Ike."

"I'm happy to hear that his adoration is mutual, but what do I have to do with him?"

"He told me once that he couldn't see me one day because his cousin was forcing him and Al to go to a VD clinic. I assumed that the cousin was his... pimp?" My chortles caused her to stop talking. "I was wrong?"

"I had no idea that the boys were hustling until a couple of days ago. I didn't even know that Ronnie and Al were gay. They work for themselves, as far as I know. Jimmy stated forcing them to the clinic when Ronnie enlisted, as a favor to Ronnie." Cal had turned to look with cow eyes at the beautiful woman, and I signaled him to join us. "He's a free agent, Adela, and loves you. Now negotiate with the boy."

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry, Ike." She giggled. "Then enjoy the gift, although I confess that it was something I had in the apartment and grabbed when I learned about this party. I`d purchased it for my ex-husband just before he dumped me, so I never gave it to him." I opened the blue Tiffany box to find a gold watch with a leather band.

"Wow. Adela, as long as they're this quality, I don't mind hand-me-downs from your ex." I teased.

Cal slid next to his dream woman, an arm around her waist. "Cal, Adela just offered to buy your contract from me. Boy, I wish I was your pimp, since she's willing to be generous."

"What?" he was confused.

"I want you to stop selling yourself and be my man, Cal. I'm ready to let people know that I'm in love with a man ten years younger than me who a half dozen of my friends have hired for pleasure, and face the judgmental stares together."

He whispered eagerly, "You're ready to marry me?"

"Honey, if I married you my alimony would end. It may seem petty, but I enjoy making that worm fork that money over to me. I was forced by my parents at eighteen to marry an older man who claimed to love me. He just loved my youth and my virginity, and he destroyed both."

Cal lit a cigarette. "Adela, I love you, but I won't shack up with you. Marriage or nothing."

Before Adela could explode, I said, "Maybe I can translate? Adela, a working class man would never be happy being a kept boy. I still have to negotiate how I'm going to be comfortable with Olaf's new lifestyle. Calvin, you know how yesterday I was asking everyone to pretend that Olaf and I were just having a fling? Well, I love the man, so that couldn't work. I had to meet him half-way, and my blue-collar morality had to bend." Both nodded for me to continue after exchanging looks. "Adela, what would you want from Cal other than his services in the bedroom?"

She blushed at my frankness. "He's so very bright. I want to send him to college, since I know he'd like to become a social worker, working to help the street-boys who don't like that life."

"Is that what you want, Cal?"

"Only Al knows that I have a semester's worth of college credits already, but I spoke about my dreams with Adela..."

"I'm impressed, kiddo. Now, Adela, do you need the alimony to survive?" She shook her head. "You have your own income?" She nodded, pointing to Pat and Patricia. He was standing near us, listening. "But you won't marry Cal?"

Cal interrupted me. "I can understand her desire for vengeance. I've met him at parties. Her ex is a bigger asshole than my dad is."

"Cal, are you willing to be a kept boy by your older girlfriend, and give up the idea of having kids?" They both protested. "Hold it. At this point, that's what you two are talking about. Cal would never have children out of wedlock, and he knows the struggles I had to go through to accept being in love with Olaf. Adela, do you think you can respect your man if he's feeling like shit because he's sponging off of you?"

"Would you feel like that, darling?" She gasped when he nodded, looking down. "What can we do?"

"Can I suggest a compromise?" I interrupted. When they both nodded, I continued, "How long would it take for you to become a social worker, Cal?"

"I need a Master's Degree. If I can go to summer school and take a full schedule, I can have it four years from now."

"Go with living together until he has his degrees. Drive the odious Mr. Garfield nuts with your public adoration until then, by being engaged but not announcing a wedding. Then elope the week before Calvin has his degree, so he has a wife at the graduation. How does that sound?"

"Fantastic!" exclaimed the bride-to-be. "We can announce or engagement next week."

"I have one thing to add." Cal interrupted. "I'm ready to wait that long to get married if it makes you happy, but I want us to try to be expecting when we get married. I want to give you that baby your husband never could give you as soon as I can. A lot of babies." From the deep kiss that was her response, Adela agreed.

I was grinning as I turned, to find a smiling Patrick standing with Olaf, who was beaming proudly. "You did a good job, there, Ike." Pat told me. "Jimmy informed me that you work for Speedy Delivery and Trucking, one of our companies. On Tuesday I want you to come at nine AM to our headquarters in the Triangle Building for some aptitude tests."

"I'm on vacation until Wednesday, the fourteenth. But why do you want to test a dumb ex-jock truck driver? I don't know shit. I`m worthless except to hump loads around town."

He shook his head. "You are not dumb, Ike. You handled that situation like a trained therapist; you read history books for pleasure, and most important, you're the brother of Jimmy and Matt."

"What does Matt have to do with it? Or with Jimmy, actually?"

Olaf pushed in, getting up in my face, snorting. "What have I told you about talking this about the man I love, Ike? You are not stupid or useless, but under educated!" He glared at me, then broke into a smile. "And sexig som en människa kan vara! " I didn't need Lars to tell me that meant "sexy as a man can be" as we smiled into each other's eyes.

****

Patrick was grinning as he tapped my shoulder. The others were at the table, so he lead us over. He sat next to me on the left, Olaf at my right. "We've discovered over the years that when one member of a family test as capable of advanced training or education, his brothers and sisters usually do, too. A majority of our employees are men, so most of our experience is with males."

"So you want to test me because Jimmy did well. OK. But what does Matt have to do with this?"

Pat looked at my kid brother, "Do you want to tell him?"

Matt and Judith had stopped making out long enough to pay attention to the conversation. "I was going to visit you today, Ike."

"Oh? Why was I getting such an honor?" I teased. The waiter began serving the first course.

"I have some news to tell you. Actually, to tell Jimmy, too. Pat decided to let me tell him, too. In fact, until Jimmy called me yesterday, I was going to force matters and trick you two into being in the same place at the same time." He stared at me and then Jim defiantly, making us laugh. "OK, brothers. Here it is. Jimmy knows that Pat had me take those tests. I did so well that I qualify for the Anderson Foundation`s Advanced Education Program." Judith squealed, leading them to another lip lock, making us all laugh. Yes, the kid was gone on the beautiful girl.

Patricia continued for him. "We have a program for gifted young relatives of employees. Matt is a straight A student who scored extremely well on our tests, so he'll be skipping his senior year of high school. In September he'll start a special program at our alma mater, St. George's Academy in Brooklyn." I was familiar with the exclusive old private liberal art college. If Matt was accepted there, he was smarter than I thought. "He's on a full scholarship until he graduates." She gave a wry grin. "At the rate he's going with my baby sister, I may be paying for his graduate studies as his sister-in-law."

Matt pulled away from Judith. "Is that a promise, sis?" he teased her.

Judith looked at him closely. "I don't think he's kidding, Patsy." She said with a nervous laugh.

My father chortled, "Romani men have a habit of falling in love on the first date. Sometimes on first sight. I fell in love with my wife the first time we met, but it took me a year to convince her of that fact. Ike was head over heels in love with Olaf right off the bat from what I hear, and Jimmy..."

"Jimmy has been dating me for a long time, and says he loves me." We all got quiet. "You know, Jim, I'm no fool. Only the immediate family is here for a private dinner, while the main bedroom was off limits to us girls to freshen up. Did you need me, my sisters and my favorite female relative to celebrate your reunion with your brother? It sounds more like a meeting for a bar - lots of booze in a place to talk while you punch each other on the arm."

Jim looked at me, and I mouthed, "Do it."

"Pat, you know I adore you. I need to spend my life with you, and you just proved that I'm too stupid to make it without you." We all laughed. "Of course there was another reason for this party." He got in his knee, pulling the Tiffany's ring box from his pocket. "Patricia Anderson, will you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?"

"What do you say, folks? Should I put the sap out of his misery, or pretend I need time to think?" We all laughed as she kissed him deeply, pulling him onto her lap. "Of course I`ll marry you, baby." He slipped the ring on her finger, and I was surprised since it wasn't a diamond. It was a carved golden rose which looked antique, with small rubies set around the rim and a pearl in the center. Then I noticed that all the jewelry Pat wore were pearls. "Oh, lover, it's perfect!" Patricia gushed.

The rest of the meal was more relaxed. We were having a glass of champagne with the cake to toast the engagement when the phone rang. The waiter called Olaf to the phone in the kitchen. I could hear him arguing in Swedish, then he called Lars to the phone. He was seething when he returned to the room. "The Ambassador sends you engagement greeting." Olaf said in a formal voice tinged in anger to Patty and Jimmy.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked.

"I must to return to duty. It may be a few hours, but may be longer."

"I thought you were on vacation." my father asked.

"Only when my ship leaves. This is a security emergency only I can handle. The nearest real Swedish ship is in Boston, so Gustav has called them to send a detail to relieve me. When they get here is the problem."

Lars walked in. "There's nothing we can do about it, but wait. Olaf, use the phone in the bedroom to call Oskar and Sonja first. You won't be able to do it at the hospital. The ship is sending your regular uniform with the navigator to the hospital, so you can change there. A few minutes won't matter."

I waved Olaf into the bedroom to call. "What happened?"

"Olaf would have to arrest me for telling you." He smiled. "The navigator needs his appendix removed, and knows secrets, so Olaf or the Captain must be in the room the entire time."

Olaf appeared at the door, waving me to him with a grin. "Oskar wants to talk to you now that I must to leave. The hospital is near, so I take a cab." He kissed me on the lips, then left the suite.

****

I picked up the phone and greeted the boy. "You are my new pappa, Isak?" he asked with excitement. His deep voice told me that he was well on the way to being a man.

"Yes, Oskar, and I am eager to meet you in person. So is my family. My youngest brother is happy to have a nephew so mature." Actually, I suspected that the college boy was looking forward to having a younger boy to torture the way Jimmy and I had affectionately harassed him, while defending him form bullies.

"I have new family in New York?" My stepson sounded eager.

"Yes. Your father already calls my father pappa, and he is looking forward to meting his oldest grandson. I only have two nieces. Everyone is sorry that your uncle Erik died."

"Thank you, but in one way it is good."

"How is that, son." There, I'd tried saying it and it felt fucking great!

"Now my pappa can stay with his new lover, and I have two fathers. Sonja is nice, but not in love with my pappa like you are."

I laughed in delight. "And how do you know that I love him so much?"

"Because he said you do, and that he loves you almost as much as he loves me. I cannot wait until you men are settled into your new home, and I can join you. It is good that I learned English so much, yes?"

"You speak it very well, son, and my brother Matt will have you speaking like a native in no time." We laughed, then ended the call. I walked out, a grin on my face. I looked at my father, who was watching me with concern. "Well, I appear to have a son who is ready to accept me with his father. Oskar sounds like a great kid, and can't wait to meet this new family." Dad hugged me to comfort me for the sudden disappearance of my spouse.

****

There was a knock on the door, so I answered it, being closest to it. It took me a second to recognize Liam in a tight t-shirt that showed a muscular build and jeans that revealed a big basket. I was mildly surprised that he wore keys on his left hip, signifying a top. "Hey, you made it just in time for some cake."

"Why was your boyfriend getting on the elevator?" He asked with concern.

"Work. He'll be back when he can." I stifled a sob as I grinned at him, shaking his hand. "Well, Patrick will be as happy as a horny puppy that you made it, kid."

His face grew dark with anger. "I ain't no kid!" My mouth dropped open. "Sorry, Ike, it's a sore point with me. The problem with having a baby face, being only 5'6" and just about hairless is that everyone thinks I'm so bloody young, and has trouble treating me seriously."

"So how old are you? Twenty-four?" I thought he was twenty-two at the most, so I estimated up.

"I'll be thirty in a couple of months."

My father piped in, humor in his voice. "Young man, a day will come when you will welcome being thought younger than your age. But I'm sure all the men are happy to see you."

Liam purred at my father, "Are you happy to see me, daddy? Will you be at the party?"

I gave him a playful punch, "That's my fucking father, asshole! He doesn't fool around with guys!"

Liam looked at me. "Are you one hundred percent sure of that, buddy?" He punched me back, hard enough to let me know he was as strong as he looked. I don't usually box men this much shorter than me, but I grinned at the idea of taking Liam to my gym and sparing with him before heading to a torrid session in the shower. I'd teach this punk a lesson!

My father put a hand on my shoulder. "I can defend my own honor, son, when it needs to be defended." I snapped my attention to my smirking father. "Ike, will you please stop making assumptions about me." He turned to the shorter stud. "No, Liam, I will not be at that orgy. Sorry, kid." He winked at him and sauntered off as the two of us guffawed, then shook hands again to show that the anger was gone.

I jingled his keys. "I guess at your size you have trouble getting men to take this seriously."

"Not once I get my hands on them. Watch and learn, big boy." Patrick was approaching us, eyes just for Liam. Although he held a hand out to shake, Liam pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around the taller man's neck and pulling him down for a kiss as his other hand slapped Pat's bubble ass, then squeezed it hard. Pat moaned as he leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Liam's bull-like neck. The shorter muscle man's hand left the big stud's neck, slipping into his shirt through a button he undid, making Pat whimper as he twisted a nipple hard. He broke the kiss but kept his lips against Pat's. "Are you happy to see your man, Pat? The man who is ready to own that pretty ass?" He slapped it harder.

"Yeah..." Patrick moaned, then yelped as the hand in his shirt moved while the arm from his ass held his head down to his man's lips. Pat's hand slipped under the t-shirt to return the rough treatment, but Liam was without any reaction as Pat's knees appeared ready to buckle a the hand in his shirt moved some more. "Yes, Sir. I'm so fucking happy to have my man treating me rough." He whispered, then leered as he looked down at Liam's well-packed crotch. "VERY fucking happy, Sir."

The hand left Pat's shirt to return to his ass as they kissed again, Liam's tongue taking possession of the bigger man's mouth. Finally, I slapped the gruff top's hot ass. "There are other people here, Liam, And you've gotten your revenge."

"Revenge?" He laughed. "For what?"

"For the tease show Olaf and I gave you on the elevator. I'm ready to toss you both in the bedroom and ravage your ass as you stretch Patrick's!"

"Do I get to give you your birthday spanks before or after I fuck you, too?" Liam teased, an arm possessively around Patrick.

"Hey, you get into my ass if you can beat me in a fight." I teased back.

"Here? Now? OK." He begun to pull his shirt off.

I laughed. "No, at a boxing gym I go to. Then the winner uses the loser in the shower, putting on a bit of a show. I've never been fucked in the shower there." Liam's eyes glowed as he nodded.

"Could that have something to do with the fact that your ass was cherry until this week?" Pat teased. When I stared at him, he continued. "Liam told me, your dad and your brothers the story of him and Olaf seducing you while you guys were fucking around in the bedroom. Hot story."

I rolled my eyes, promising myself revenge on Liam for revealing details of my sex-life to my father. We lead Liam to be introduced to the women.

Patricia announced that she and Jimmy had decided to get married quickly, setting the date for Sunday, August first at the Anderson house. Jimmy formally requested that I be his best man, and I accepted with pleasure. We had more cake, with champagne to toast the wedding date as I tried to be calm about Olaf not being there. But as the booze and the emotions began to get to me, tears formed on my cheeks.

Patrick noticed. "I think it's time for us to take the birthday boy home and put him to bed." Liam agreed. Lars called the desk to order our limousine as Liam and Al gathered my gifts and Olaf's.

I went around the room to say my goodbyes. Cal was going home with Adela, but promised to stop by the next day to play withy Liam and Pat, making the promise in front of his smiling future-bride. I asked her, "Adela, doesn't that bother you?"

"I always knew that my man swings both ways. We've already agreed that I have his exclusive heterosexual attentions, but that he can play with men. He has a few male customers he likes who he wants to continue seeing, and if he has a few boyfriends, then I have to accept that he'll come home to me."

To no one's surprise, Judith informed Matt that she was spending the weekend with him, and he glowed with the idea. Dad looked at Patrick, who nodded his agreement, so he just smiled.

I hugged my future sister-in-law goodbye, and whispered in her ear, "Treat Jimmy good, Patty. I've never seen him so happy before. He's obviously crazy in love with you."

"You and your brothers are not the only ones who fall love at first sight, Ike. I've been ready to marry Jimmy since our first date. So, are you ready to be a godfather?"

"What?"

She smirked at me. "We've waited long enough to be together, Ike. I hope to walk down that aisle with our baby already in me, and we start that tonight. Wish us luck!"

I laughed as we hugged again, but refused to explain as the men lead me downstairs. Liam insisted on carrying the gifts, saying that it would cause him problems to just ride down with guests. The doorman winked at Liam as he helped him get into the big car with us.

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The men ignored my tears as we joked on the way up the stairs as I clutched the humidor, but I started to laugh as I entered my apartment. All the men in the room were wearing tops or hats or both, which sort of acted like a scorecard. Johnny, with his tool belt around his waist and hardhat, was getting fucked by a long-dicked French sailor with dark skin who was using the belt to power drive his ass. My bottom roommate was choking happily on the massive cock of the young man I'd seen scare another French sailor off in the Rambles when I'd met Clyde. He had on a New York City policeman's cap and had his nightclub in one hand. That British Marine was smoking a stogie while screwing Ricky, who wore his uniform hat and tit-clamps. Leroy was wearing his uniform top as he ate cum from Clyde's pink ass.

I slapped my black roommate on his shoulder. "How did you get more men?"

"Are you OK? Lars called about Olaf's being called to duty. And they're your guests. The tight assed Marine here called right after you left, so I invited him over, and he brought the others." The young cop waved at me with a grin. The strange sailor threw a kiss.

I introduced Pat and Liam, and then broke down. Pat turned to Liam, "Would you mind if I took Ike to bed to get some rest, Sir? He needs buddies right now, and I'm going to be spending my life related to him."

Liam slapped his butt. "Sure, boy. I can play around out here, but I'll save my load for your ass." Pat moaned in excitement, but insisted on taking me to my room, where he undressed us and hung up our clothes in my closet. We lay down, cuddling, his lightly haired muscleman body against my stockier fighter's body and soothing me. I soon fell asleep, even though it wasn't ten yet. From the silence, they'd moved the orgy across the hall.

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I woke up to Olaf's familiar "Humming", on my hard cock lodged deep in his throat. He was naked, and Liam smiled at me from on top of Patrick, who was busy worshiping the short man's very hot body. He was naturally smooth, with just a tuft of blonde hair between massive pecs. He was so well built that he made the pumped up Patrick look skinny! The nine fat inches of uncut manmeat that slapped his washboard abs would have been impressive on a man as tall as Patrick, but on a 5'6" inch man, it looked spectacular. Pat was obediently holding his hands behind his own neck as he licked his master's brawny muscles, whimpering with pleasure and frustration.

Much as I loved the humming, I wanted my man in me. I handed a tube of lube to Olaf, who kept up his oral miracle as he greased by horny hole, then finger fucked me. I was too exited to wait any longer, so I rolled him on his back on the bed. I popped one of my expensive new cigars in my mouth to light it, then teased Olaf's mouth with it. He finally gripped it in his teeth as I eased his cockhead into my now loosened hole, sitting down on him.

I howled in happiness as he slid all the way in me, and I needed no translation of "Du är så tätt!" which Olaf shouted as I tightened my ass muscles for him.

Liam chuckled "I guess that means your ass is tight, buddy." I grinned at him as I rode Olaf slowly. "Can I ask for one of those cigars, Ike? From the gleam in my Boy's eyes when you lit it, he'll love his Master smoking one." The Boy in question had his Master's hairless balls stuffed in his mouth, but he agreed, so I lit one for Liam. He looked hotter than hell with that stogie in his teeth, and began to beat his Boy's face with his hard cock. "Remember, Ike, we have a date that I am eager to keep."

"What date?" Olaf moaned in curiosity.

Liam climbed off the bed, to protests whispered by Pat, and sat on the straight backed chair in my room. "Crawl to me, boy!" He snarled, and Pat obeyed by crawling over my legs and to the floor. As he allowed Pat to finally swallow that long, fat cock and pumped his gagging throat, Liam explained my challenge of a fight at my gym for each other's asses.

"Oh, I too box. I wish to attend this." Olaf made me gasp happily as he thrust up into me harder and faster.

Patrick obeyed his Master and lay on his lap, making little noises at the short musclestud spanked his ass loudly. It was readily apparent that this was Pat's first experience at rough sex, since he was unaware that he was required to thank Liam for the beating. This made the Irishman even more excited about a longer session to train his new lover. Stogie in teeth, he threw Pat on the floor, easing into a well-greased ass he'd been told hadn't been fucked in a year. In a short time, Pat was begging him to fuck rougher, howling as he got what he'd asked for, which made him shoot a big, messy load on them both.

I rode Olaf faster as Liam continued to pound Pat's hot ass. My ass began to spasms, so Olaf eased me off of him and onto his face to swallow my load. I got on all fours. "Mount me, lover." I cried, as he rammed back in me. This new position made my hole tighter, and Olaf shuddered to orgasm in me after a dozen strokes. He shared the cigar with me as he lay in my back, still imbedded in my ass. We watched Liam's powerful fuck of his new boy as he got nearer to his own climax. Pat cried out as he came again, "I never came from getting fucked before, and now twice!"

Liam kissed him as he grunted, rammed deep into him as he pumped the millionaire bodybuilder's ass full with his semen. Pat eagerly licked his own cum from his boyfriend's body, then Liam returned the favor before they joined us in bed.

I noticed that it was one AM. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." I crooned to my man.

"We will have many more together." He replied. "Jag älskar dig, min älskling!

My lover loved me. At that moment, I was the happiest truck driver on the face of the Earth!

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to be continued.....

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All the "information" about Den Heliga Brödraskap Riddare, The Holy Brotherhood of Knights, and about the Greve Gyllenadler are fictional, based on stories of Templar "descendant" nobles in Great Britain and a documentary I just watched on the Knights Templar. The Templars were active in Sweden, and there are some Templar strongholds and churches in Scandinavia, just as there are in Britain. They were honored by the King of Sweden for their help in driving out the Danes. The shield of two knights on a horse was based on one seen in an article about the Templars. I just superimposed it on the Templar's Cross, the Maltese Cross.

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Let me know how you like this series, and if you have any suggestions for it. Remember, it takes place in 1976 in New York City.

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Copyright:

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©2011 "Ike"

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This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, who can be reached at Ike-Rose@IkeRose.com or Oldtimer25@Gmail.com

My thanks for Google Translate for my Swedish lessons. My maternal grandfather from Stockholm would have been proud!

Other stories by me are listed in the NIFTY archives under "Prolific Writers", under the name "Ike Rose". Let me know how you like them, and if you have any suggestions.