Tip and Ty

Tip and Ty By E Walk (Copyrighted by the Author) Edited by Radio Rancher

Chapter 27 -- Foul Play

This is Mark.

I was lying in bed feeling so comfortable just watching Zack quietly snoring. I wondered how Kevin and Ryan had enjoyed sleeping together. I sure hope they didn't get carried away. My thoughts were interrupted by Bobby and Billy coming into the room since we had left the door open so I could hear any noises from the children's rooms.

Billy whispered, "Nano Mark, we're hungry."

I reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed and the two boys followed me into the bathroom. I just surrendered to the situation and relieved myself as they joined me. I put on a sweat suit and went to check on Ryan and Kevin. There was no answer when I knocked. I quietly opened the door and they were lying with Ryan wrapped in Kevin's arms. I was relieved that they were both wearing their briefs.

I touched them lightly and Ryan woke up immediately. When he realized the position he was in, he started to turn bright red. I wanted to laugh, "Ryan, don't be embarrassed. I'm glad that the two of you feel comfortable enough with each other that this happened. This is what I was hoping for. Now you and your friend here need to think about getting dressed. I am going to start breakfast."

Kevin who woke up while I was talking asked, "You mean we can't come to breakfast nude?"

I started to laugh, "I'm afraid that you would come into kitchen with your arrows cocked into position ready to fire. The poor children would be scared to death."

Kevin threw his pillow at me, "You're just jealous."

I left laughing, "Just get your butts out of bed."

Just as I finished cooking, Ryan and Kevin arrived in the kitchen with the four children. I sent Billy to wake Zack.

It wasn't long before Billy came back and reported, "Uncle Zack is still sleeping and I can't wake him."

I gave the six young people their breakfasts and went to check on Zack. When I walked into the bedroom, Zack was lying on the bed with his prized possession protruding from his body. I wanted to laugh, but I contained myself, "Okay Mister, what is your problem?"

Zack responded totally differently than I had expected he would, "I was just dreaming of hiding this little tool of mine into some dark secluded hideaway. Do you know anywhere I might be able to hide it?"

I started to laugh, "Well, the garbage disposal has those black leaves like things that make it dark and secluded. I'm afraid that you might come away from that encounter with a little less frontage. Now get your bottom out of bed. Everyone else is already eating breakfast."

I left and Zack joined us in his sweats. After breakfast, I asked Zack to help the girls get ready for church and Kevin volunteered to help Billy and Bobby. Ryan and I were doing the dishes and out of the clear blue, Ryan surprised me, "Mark, thank you for allowing Kevin and me a chance to get to know each other without any interference. I kept expecting either you or Zack to check to see what we were doing."

"Ryan, I don't know the two of you that well, but I trusted that you were both intelligent enough to know not to get carried away. After all, this was only the second time you had been together. Besides, Zack and I were watching what was going on from the video cameras that are in the room. We'll sell a copy of the tapes to you for a hefty fee."

Ryan looked concerned, "Mark, please say you aren't going to blackmail us or show the tapes to our parents."

I never expected Ryan to believe me, I dried my hands and put my arms around Ryan, "Ryan, I was just giving you a difficult time. There are no videotapes and what you and Kevin do or not do is your business. You realize that you just told me that you did do some things, but I hope that anal sex wasn't one of them."

Ryan was visibly relieved. He leaned against me, "Mark, Kevin and I talked about that, and I told him what you had told Grandmother Cummings about love."

"Your Grandmother told you what I said?"

"Yes, the night she brought me here, she explained why she wanted me to meet you. She thought that you might be able to help me not make the same mistakes that my Uncle had made which caused him to have AIDS. She said that you were probably the most level headed young person that she had ever met."

I guess I must have been hit emotionally by what Ryan had said, because tears started to pour down my cheek. Ryan was concerned, "Mark, did I say something to upset you?"

I put my arms around Ryan, "Quite the opposite Ry. I will be glad to visit with you anytime, even though I'm certainly not an expert by any means."

Zack and Kevin picked that moment to return to the kitchen, Kevin started, "How do you like that? We leave them alone for ten minutes and they are playing husband and husband. It a good thing we got here when we did or they would be rolling all over the kitchen floor making mad passionate love."

Ryan surprised the three of us with his quick comeback, "Well, at least we would know what we were doing unlike some of the other novices in this room."

I looked at the clock, "Okay you novices, time to get ready for church. Where are the children?"

Zack answered, "They are watching cartoons in the family room. I asked Bobby to watch them while we got ready for church."

I started toward the stairs, "Since we have had an encounter with the garbage disposal and two pointed arrows I suggest that we all get dressed quickly. I sure would hate to be late for church otherwise Grandma Quinn would conjure up all sorts of wicked ideas."

When we got to the room, Zack asked, "What was with the arrows?"

I told him about what had transpired when I had awakened Kevin and Ryan this morning and then I explained what had happened between Ryan and me while we were taking care of the clean up.

He pulled me close, "You are probably the most evil genius that I know."

We had to take two cars to the church. I noticed that both Ryan's and Kevin's parents were there with Mrs. Cummings and Grandma Quinn.

We went to the pew behind them and we got the children settled with the children's packets they had been given when we entered the sanctuary. Kelley came back to join us and was talking to Kevin and Ryan.

When it was time for the Children's Sermon, the four children went forward and listened as the Pastor talked to them about making good decisions. After a short prayer they departed for the Children's Churches and I was surprised to see Kelley go with the younger group. We were to find out that she did that one Sunday each month.

After church, I heard Grandma Quinn tell everyone especially Ryan's parents that she would have him home before dark.

Kelley accompanied us to the pizza place where Mrs. Quinn wanted to take us, and the children were having quite a good time. Mrs. Quinn had purchased tokens for them and there were games of all kinds that the young people could participate in. Even Barbie was having a great time. We finally left the restaurant about two and we followed Mrs. Quinn to her house.

When everyone was settled, Mrs. Quinn started, "Kevin, why don't you take Zack, Mark and Ryan through the house and show them everything. Kelley and I will stay here and take care of the children."

To say that both Zack and Ryan were overwhelmed would be an understatement. Ryan put it very simply, "If Doctor Washington and Mr. Jefferson can afford this house, they should go for it immediately. I would give my left nut to live in a house like this. I can just see me vegetating in the apartment over the garage. Just think Zack and Mark, we'll be sending you out on moon patrol so you can't bug us."

Kevin put his arm around Ryan and pulled him close, "I'll tell you what stud. We'll rent the extra bedroom from Mark and Zack and we can have some fun too."

We returned to the family room and Zack looked at Mrs. Quinn, "Grandma Quinn, Kevin told us about visitation rights. I think we may need to limit them to between 1 and 4 in the afternoon. Ma'am, Ryan said it succinctly; my two brothers need to get off the pot and buy this house."

Ryan was on a roll, "I did not say that. I said they needed to get their heads out of the toilet."

We thanked Mrs. Quinn for lunch and I carried the sleeping Barbie to the car.

When we got home, (Where is my mind? I just called this home. I should have said condo.) I started to fix a light meal while Zack was reading to the children. My mind started to think about the weekend and everything that had happened. All of a sudden I realized that we had not heard from Tip and Ty. I sure hope they are okay.

This is Tip.

I woke up before Ty. I started to nibble the dark brown things on his chest and I was getting the response that I wanted. He was starting to squirm. I was determined and I made my way to his life giving fountain. It was like there was a hair trigger attached. The next thing I knew my mouth was so full of a syrupy solution that I could hardly swallow.

Ty finally pushed me away, "One of these days I am going to get breakfast before you do." He pushed me over on my back and tortured me for what seemed to be forever. When he finally approached the little thing between my legs it was very ready and started spurting like Old Faithful.

We finally got out of bed and Ty called room service and ordered us an omelet with toast and jam. We had both showered and were properly dressed when the bell captain arrived with our food. He set it on the table that was in the room and we were enjoying the luxury of not having to do anything. He made sure that our coffee cups were full. I started to get an uneasy feeling. Finally the bell captain asked, "Mr. Jefferson, might I have your autograph for my two sons. I think I could get some work out of them if they saw me hold the autographs dangling before them.'

Ty looked at the gentleman's name tag, "John, I will be old hat by this time next year. I am an old retired football player."

John started to laugh, "Not to my sons; they have been following you ever since you came into the league. My oldest son watches films of you before each football game to see what you might have done and he makes sure that you would be proud. You sure did a good job; he just got a full ride to The University of Oklahoma. The second son isn't a slouch either, he was named an all stater as wide receiver and he is only a junior. Please sir, may I have your autographs?"

Both Ty and I were baffled by this exchange. Ty went and retrieved some stationary from the desk drawer. "Okay John, what are your sons' names so I can write them personal notes?"

The bell captain told us the two boys' names were Allan and Desmond. Allan is the oldest and Dezi is the younger one."

Ty wrote the notes and handed them to John. "John, breakfast was excellent. If you will give me the check, I will sign."

John said, "There is no charge today, Sir. This is on the house and there will be no tipping permitted since I am not even on duty. Sir, you can't imagine how excited my sons will be when I give them these notes." John practically bowed as he backed out of the room with the service cart.

Ty looked at me and shook his head in disbelief, "Tipper, I think we should take our next vacation to some faraway place like Bora Bora where no one has ever heard of football."

I looked at the clock, "Ty, we need to get dressed for church. We are to meet Neil and Randy in the lobby in 20 minutes."

Randy and Neil were waiting for us when we exited the elevator, Randy lit into us, "We thought we might have to send the bell captain to check on you."

Ty and I started to laugh, "The reason we were late was because the bell captain, who isn't even on duty today, was in our room holding us for ransom. We'll explain later."

We went to a large church which at first seemed old and cold. When we had been seated, people started to turn and talk to us like we were old friends. As the service ended I noticed that Tom, Jake and the twins held back until everyone had left. We finally started toward the exit and the twins hugged the pastor, "Hey Uncle Greg, are you and Uncle Chuck going to join us this afternoon for lunch and some riding?"

Greg motioned for a good looking gentleman to join us and the introductions were made. Ty and I were looking at each other with disbelief. The out come was that we went to an upscale restaurant and were met by the maitre de, "Good afternoon, Mr. Lansing, will you be having the buffet or would you prefer to order from the menu?"

Tom looked around and no one expressed a preference, "Jacques, I think we will partake of the buffet today. We have some business to take care of before our guests need to depart, this afternoon."

It was an entertaining brunch, Lance and Lane had everyone in stitches. I was surprised that the pastor and his friend fit in so well. We were to find out that Greg really was the boys' uncle. He was Tom Lansing's brother.

When we got to the ranch, we were directed to change into jeans with a sweat shirt. The boys dragged us to the stables that looked more like a house than a barn. I was amazed to see more than twenty horses stabled there. The stable master approached as we walked in. Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on top of Killerbee and Ty was astride a horse called Cyclone.

My mind was telling me to surrender while I had a chance, but Lane and Lance weren't about to let that happen.

They led us to the riding area holding the reins of the two horses. We were being followed by the others who knew what was happening. They released the reigns and Killerbee and Cyclone took off. Ty and I had ridden before so we weren't too afraid of what was happening. I leaned and started whispering to Killerbee and he started to relax and steadied down to a nice gait. I watched as Ty got Cyclone to stop and jumped down and saw him start to talk to Cyclone. Cyclone started to back away and Ty climbed aboard Cyclone and they rode up beside Killerbee and me.

Ty quietly said something that surprised me, "Okay let's show these pricks that we are real men." We leaned forward on the horses and urged them to jump the fence and we took off. We didn't go far. We rode back to the rest of the group including the stable master and led the horses into the stables. We groomed the horses and made sure they had water and some food.

We walked by everyone and Ty asked, "So what are we going to do for excitement, the rest of the afternoon?"

Lance and Lane were at a lose for words. Lane finally recovered, "There is no way that you have not ridden before. Do you realize that neither of these horses has ever had anyone on them before. They just arrived on Friday."

I looked at everyone, "So much for wild horses, all it takes is a doctor and a lawyer to make sure they behave properly. I guess we had better take care of some unruly twins next, for being so mean to their elders."

After the others had groomed their horses, Tom suggested that we go to the house and visit until it was time for Ty and me to go to the airport.

Lance and Lane delivered us to the airport so we had sufficient time to catch our flight which was miraculously on time. They both hugged us and thanked us for being such good sports. They reminded us that they would be seeing us in less than two weeks.

Ty and I boarded the aircraft and again we were in first class in the first two seats. I looked at Ty, "Did you pay the extra money to get us these seats?"

"No way Jose. For an hour and twenty minutes flight, I wouldn't spend that much money."

After we were airborne, Ty and I put our seats in the reclining position; I looked at Ty, "I hope there aren't too many more surprises in store the rest of this weekend. I'm already on overload."

Poor Tip and Ty had no idea what awaits them at home.

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Editor's Notes: Well, there you have another wonderful chapter of a marvelous story. This chapter was certainly up to the standards that we have come to expect from Uncle Ed. It had fun, excitement, intrigue and of course, plenty of love.

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