Three Finger Cove: Charles ~ Book Three

Chapter Twenty

Robert slept sound during the night. Charles, on the other hand, tossed and turned all night long.

In his restless dreams, Charles tried to analyze his and Camm's relationship. Even though they've only known each other for a few days he felt sure of his and Camm's friendship. They got along very well together and enjoyed each other's friendship. The thing Charles was still a bit unsure about was his and Camm's sexual liaisons. He totally enjoyed what they'd done together as it centered on doing something with a boy his own age. Something he'd wished for many times. But there was something about it that still bothered Charles. He couldn't put a finger on it, as of yet, but he figured it would show itself eventually. In the meantime, he promised himself that he'd readily join in the sexual play with Camm and enjoy each and every end result.

Both 'brother's' woke up about the same time. Unconsciously, they both stretched and then under the covers they found their ever-present morning friend. They each fondled it a few times but their bladders told them they needed some relief, so they threw off the covers and stood up.

Charles began to laugh first when he saw Robert's hardened dick standing tall. Robert, in his quick way, gave Charles the middle finger, and then he laughed. Charles then returned the favor and joined in Robert's laugh.

"Hey … let's walk to the mirror and see how big they are," announced Robert.

The two boys took a few steps to the door and then stood directly in front of the full-length door mirror. While standing side-by-side they first admired they own morning woodie but then commented about the others stiffy.

"Damn, Robert," began Charles, "I saw that thing when we swam the other night but it looks a lot bigger this morning, that's for sure. What have you been doing to it? I remember back at the house with those teenagers that it wasn't near as big. I bet it feels real good in your hand now!"

"Yeah, it does feel much bigger in my hand, that's for sure. I know it's grown. It's not only longer when it is hard but it is thicker around. Even Eric says he can tell it's bigger as it feels much thicker in his mouth," proudly agreed Robert.

"Hey … mine isn't the only one that looks bigger than it once did. I remember yours was much thinner and it didn't look as long as it does now," offered Robert.

"Yeah, I can tell it's gotten somewhat bigger but it sure isn't anything like yours is, Robert," replied Charles. "We should measure them!"

Robert smiled at the suggestion and said, "I know where a ruler is. Let me get it. You can measure mine and I'll measure yours."

Robert left the door and headed to one of his dresser drawers. He opened one and pulled out a twelve-inch ruler. He then closed the drawer and headed back to stand beside Charles who was slowly stroking his flag pole.

Robert laughed at what Charles was doing but told his 'brother' to take his hand away so he could measure how big his dick was now. Charles smiled and took his hand away from his favorite plaything.

Robert took hold of Charles's skin flute and as he did so, Charles pulled back and said, "Your hands are cold! Geez!"

That made the two boys laugh but Robert again grabbed Charles pecker and brought the ruler to the top side of the dick to measure it. It measured a full five inches. Then he took the ruler and placed it at the underside of Charles's dick and it measured a good five and one-half inches.

"Why did you measure the top and bottom?" asked Charles.

"I did it that way because there is no agreed upon way to accurately measure someone's trouser snake. But if you take the average measurement then I feel you have a pretty good idea of how long you are. Now, let's try to measure how big it is around," explained Robert.

As Robert began his circumference measurement his hand lightly brushed along the underside of Charles's penis and it made Charles jump.

"Hey, watch it, that's the tickly part," laughed Charles. "If you do that too many times we might have blast off."

The boys laughed at what Charles said but Robert continued to measure the circumference of Charles's circumcised penis. It was a bit difficult because the ruler was straight and he was attempting to measure an irregular round pecker.

"There … almost four inches around," revealed Robert. "Now, it's your turn to do mine. And hurry up; I need to pee real bad!"

Charles took the ruler from Robert and he did what the new teenager did. He took the ruler and placed it on the top of Robert's dick. This time it just wasn't Charles' hand that was cold, the rule was cold as well and combined they made Robert jump. The teen didn't say anything but he did give a big smile and Charles continued to perform his task.

"There … five and five-eighths inches long. Now, let me do the underside," declared Charles

Taking the ruler to the underside, Charles measured the still hard phallus and told Robert it was five and three-quarter inches long. The lad then began to measure the circumference of Robert's dick but decided to do what his 'brother' did and lightly touch the underside of the crown of the teen's dick. That made Robert squeal from the unexpected touch but again just smiled and let Charles do his job.

"Okay … it looks like your dick is four and one-half inches all around," reported Charles. "Let me see how it feels in my hand. I know how if felt back at that other home."

"Hurry up! I need to pee!" cried Robert.

But before Charles could get his hand around the much fatter dick, Robert opened the door and ran to the bathroom and pointed his still hard dick into the porcelain fixture and released a fast torrent of fluid into the receptacle. Charles was fast behind him.

"Damn, that feels so damn good," a much relieved Robert sighed out.

"Yes, I agree," said Charles. "Let's get our showers and get down for breakfast."

The two lads finished their offering to the porcelain god and quickly went to the shower area and they each turned on a shower. As they cleaned up, they talked about what they just did in Robert's bedroom and laughed about it. But as they washed down to the just measured appendage, and began to wash it, it commenced to grow. And, as it grew, they began the age old process of 'taking care of it'.

As he stroked his tube steak, Robert looked over at Charles and said, "We didn't get to take care of these last night did we?"

"No, we didn't and after your touching me and me touching you I really need to do this," offered Charles, as he too was molesting his own one-eyed snake.

The lads quickened their pace and since their 'snakes' were already primed from unrelieved pressure of last night and the sensual touching of not too long ago, their hard shafts were ready to blow at any second.

Then it happened. Both lads reached ignition at the same time and their boy mayonnaise shot out like a machine gun. Charles produced three very strong blasts and two ropes of non-dairy treat. Whereas, Robert produced four shotgun blasts of man juice before his gun slowed down and delivered three more short bursts of young man gravy.

When the lads recovered from their joyful exercise, they smiled at one another and with an unspoken word they walked to each other and hugged. The hug lasted for just a few seconds and when they parted they each thanked the other for being there for them. They rewashed their dangly parts and then finished showering.

Down in the Kitchen Nook, Mr. Ken had just begun reading his morning paper as his boys came in saying 'Good Morning, 'dad'."

"Morning boys, I hope you both slept good!" returned Mr. Ken.

"Good morning, lads," offered Mr. Chris.

"Good morning, boys … what can I get you for breakfast?" asked Momma Maria.

The boys asked her for three each of her awesome breakfast tacos – bacon, egg and cheese – along with orange juice. Then they both called for Chief to come to them so they could scratch behind her ears. Now Chief had to decide which lad to go to first.

Chief decided to go to Robert, first, and after she allowed him to scratch behind her ears for a few seconds she then walked over to Charles and jumped up onto his lap. That surprised not only Charles but Robert as well. Charles eagerly began to scratch behind her ears and hugged her, too. Chief returned the hug and then gave the lad a few doggie kisses and then dropped down to lie beside her newest 'master'.

The three Covers talked about the previous day's activities and how the boys and their friends enjoyed the new water rafts. The lads talked about how Mr. Gray acted over the delivery of the rafts and how he eventually had to rely on them and their friends to launch the water toys. They said they were surprised that he did pay them for their work and that brought up the question of where the money was.

Mr. Ken laughed at what his boys were intimating, so he reminded the boys that it was Charles who suggested they all put their money in their clothes in their lockers. The boys then remembered they had put their twenty dollar bill in their shorts. They each then reached into their pockets and found the missing money. The three Covers had a good laugh over that.

Their discussion caused Mr. Chris to ask a few questions about the water toys. That caused the boys to embellish on the installation of the water rafts and why Mr. Gray wound up paying the lads. That surprised Mr. Chris that the owner would try such a stunt but was happy for the boys they'd made a few dollars and he told the boys, so.

Mr. Chris then stood up, and took one last drink from his cup of coffee, and announced he'd get back to work on the contracts. He then departed for the small office he was set up in.

When it looked like breakfast was over, Mr. Ken asked Charles to follow him to his Study so they could begin their one-on-one talk. Charles wasn't really looking forward to their talk and, in order to delay the inevitable, Charles asked if he could use the restroom first. Mr. Ken said that was okay with him.

As soon as Mr. Ken departed the Kitchen Nook, Charles turned to Robert and asked his new 'brother' what he and Mr. Ken talked about. Robert would only tell Charles that he should be open and honest and to not be afraid of his new 'dad'. Charles wasn't satisfied with Robert's answer but he knew he had to get to the Study so that was where was headed when he left the Kitchen Nook. Chief followed along for moral support.

Charles entered the Study a bit apprehensively and that was not unnoticed by Mr. Ken.

"Please sit down in one of the leather chairs, Charles," calmly asked Mr. Ken.

As soon as Charles sat down, Ken Thomas got up from behind his desk and sat in the leather chair next to Charles.

"Charles … I take it you don't want to be here, but it is important we talk some to get to know one another better. Sure, I learned a lot about what you did for Smokey and all, but I need to know about you, personally," opened Mr. Ken.

All Charles did was just sit there staring at his new foster father.

Mr. Ken knew things weren't going well between them, but he persisted and said, "Charles … I know that you and Collin spoke with one another the other day …," but that was all he got out before Charles reacted.

"Collin promised me he wouldn't tell anyone what we talked about. He lied to me, he lied to me. I hate him, I hate him!" cried out the lad, and he began to cry.

Mr. Ken went to the lad but he resisted any comfort from the man. Mr. Ken had seen this before with Robert and knew he needed to make things better.

"Charles … I said I knew you two had talked … but I didn't say he told me about what you talked about. Look, Charles … in order for me to help you … I need to know more about what happened to you before you were brought to me. I can't help you if I don't know what to look for when … when I see you are hurting inside. Look … you don't have to tell me everything, at first, but eventually I will need to know," spoke Mr. Ken, as he had his two hands on the boy's shoulders.

Charles continued to sit there with tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't react to anything his new foster dad had just said.

Mr. Ken needed to get the conversation going, so he decided to tell the lad something about himself, first.

"Charles, okay, I'll go first, and tell you something about me. When I was in college … I found that someone had deposited a huge amount of money into my meager savings account. I tried and tried to find out who had done that but the bank manager said it was all above board and that I should begin to enjoy the money. I didn't spend any of the money for a long time and then I figured if I spent a big chunk of it then they'd realize something was wrong and they'd come and take the money away. They didn't.

"I'd seen this land for sale, the land The Cove now sits on, in the Texas Monthly magazine month after month. I figured if I bought it using the deposited money in my account they'd, for sure, wouldn't allow the sale to go through. But, the sale did go though. Now, I needed to decide what I was going to do with 17 acres of waterfront property."

"So, you built this house," continued Charles.

"Why, yes … I did … after talking to a friend I knew from college whose dad was an architect and a big man in an even bigger architect firm. I told my friend's dad what I wanted the house to have but I didn't tell him exactly what I wanted. But, as he showed me more and more of his ideas, I embellished on them," began Mr. Ken, but didn't get to finish as Charles again spoke up.

"And the rest, as they say, is history," added Charles.

"Well, there is a lot more to the story but … I guess what you see is what he and I agreed to. Do you like what you've seen, Charles," asked Mr. Ken.

Charles broke a little smile on his face and then looked directly at his new 'dad'. After a few moments, he then said, "Did you really have someone give you all your money?"

Mr. Ken was hopeful now that Charles had joined the conversation that he'd be able to get the boy to talk about himself. But first, Ken Thomas knew he needed to continue to talk about himself for a while by answering any of the lad's questions.

"Yes, that is exactly what happened. Someone, whom I still have no idea who they are, put a huge sum of money into my meager bank account and I instantly became rich," replied 'dad' Ken.

"I guess it was a lot of money if you bought this piece of property and then built this house. But why did you build such a big house when there was only you?" directly asked Charles.

"To be honest with you, Charles, I didn't, at first, set out to build this magnificent home. It was the architect … who convinced me that I needed to build to a larger scale if I wanted a nice home on these 17 acres," answered Mr. Ken.

"But why build it this big?" asked Charles.

"You've seen the property. You've been in practically every part of this house. Do you think anything smaller would look as good, as this house does, on this property?" replied Mr. Ken, as he turned the question around on the boy.

"Oh, yeah, I see what you mean," responded the twelve years old. … "But what made you to start taking in kids like me and Robert, and Collin even?"

"Ahh, a very good question," answered Mr. Ken. "I think you know that I didn't start out to take in kids like you and Robert. You also know that Collin was washed up on my back patio during the huge storm you said you and your mom watched out of your second story apartment. It was after Collin went to live with his grandmother that I decided if I was ever to get the chance to help out other kids, I needed to be better prepared to do so. That meant I needed to go back to college and take those courses that would prepare me to handle them."

"But how was it you got to take care of Robert. I mean … he was twelve, like me, and you're a single man, so … how did Eric's mom decide you should be the one?" again directly asked Charles.

Mr. Ken was now concerned that Charles felt he was being led to the slaughter by being sent to live with single guy and was trying to decide if maybe after those two weeks he would decide to change homes. Ken Thomas could understand why the lad would think that, because, just as with Robert, the only thing he knows about adult males is they like to have sex with young boys.

"Charles … Ms. Judy Turner, Eric's mom, was dead set against me being a foster anything for Collin when she found out about his being here with me, a single man" began 'dad' Ken. "And, by the way, Ms. Turner wasn't the Director of Child Protective Services, yet, back then. Continuing, you see, the doctor, who you are supposed to see this afternoon, had to report what he saw after he did minor surgery on Collin down in my Laundry Room. I think Ms. Judy wanted to exert her position into the process and also get Collin with a man and wife foster care team."

"But how did you get to be Collin's foster dad?" then asked Charles.

"I know how it happened, because I was there, but … well, I don't know how the person who made it happen knew. I know I know it sounds convoluted and like I'm making up a story but it is true. Collin had been with me for the length of the storm and we were getting to know one another and then the FBI shows up and they want to take him away. Ms. Turner came to my house and she wanted to take him away. On top of all of them wanting Collin, the County Sheriff was inside my home, as well," began Mr. Ken.

"But … how did it happen?" now asked an intrigued Charles.

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," teased Mr. Ken, "let me finish, will ya," now smiled Mr. Ken. … You see, there was a big meeting in here, in my Study. The FBI, Sheriff Barnes, Ms. Judy, Doctor Powers and me were discussing Collin's fate when the Governor called out of the blue. He called to appoint me to the Storm Recovery Task Force and I was totally surprised by that fact. Then, he told those present that I was also being put in charge of 'our person of interest' as the Governor called Collin back then."

"He did? But why didn't he use his name?" curiously asked Charles.

"Well, I suspect he didn't want anyone listening in to his conversation to know that Collin was still alive. You see, they had already released a statement that sort of sounded like he had drowned during the storm. They didn't want the people who kidnapped him know he was alive and would be able to identify them. The Governor knew that Collin could be safe and secure in my home because he knew I had installed a state-of-the-art security system with lots of whistles and bells."

"How did he know all that?" asked Charles.

"I had actually met him at a fund raiser. I attended a college student pep-rally and pledged some money to his campaign. When they saw the amount of money I pledged, he specifically asked to meet with me. We met and talked at length and after that we stayed in touch," explained Mr. Ken.

"Geez … to think you know the Governor," reacted Charles. "Did he ever come here?"

"Yes, he did, actually. He came to my first ever Christmas Party," responded the lad's foster dad.

"Tell me more … please. This sounds so neat and you're filling me in on things I'd never know unless you told me," pleaded Charles.

"Well, to continue, Ms. Turner was not pleased with the Governor's edict, but the Governor told her to "Just Do it!" He told her, and us, that he would not tolerate any interference from anyone not approved by either of two men, meaning me and FBI agent Campbell, and that ancillary services would take a back seat, meaning Ms. Turner AND Children's Protective Services, and they would be called upon when their services are deemed necessary. After that, Collin and I got to know one another very well, and then we became like 'brothers'," finished up Ken Thomas.

Charles sat there taking in what 'dad' Ken just told him and he combined it with what he knew from back then and what he'd heard over the past few days. He then wanted to ask another question but was a little afraid to, but he built up enough nerve and he asked anyway. "Mr. Ken, ahh, how did you and Collin really get to know one another?"

"Well, at first we just talked about things. Then, as time went on, he began to trust me and he'd tell me what happened to him. We'd be watching a movie down in the Theater and we'd lie together in my special lounger and then out of the blue he'd begin to tell me something about the men who kidnapped him. And the more we'd reclined together watching movies the more he revealed about his time with them. Over the months he lived with me, I believe he told me virtually everything that had happened to him from the time his parents were killed to the time he washed up my patio. Why do you ask, Charles?" Mr. Ken now wanted to know.

Charles replayed in his mind what Mr. Ken just told him and he knew from his talk with his 'big brother' Collin that Mr. Ken had shared almost exactly what Collin had told him. He now felt real bad that he didn't want to talk to the man about himself, because he wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. Even though Collin and Robert told him they told his foster dad virtually everything that happened to them, he still wasn't convinced, but now he was. He also felt ashamed he didn't want to trust Mr. Ken and with all that going though his mind, he began to cry.

Mr. Ken saw the tears again begin to flow from Charles and the only thing he knew to do at that time was to comfort the lad. He knew the best way to do that was to hug and hold him, so he pulled the lad into his lap in the adjoining chair. Charles readily went with the man and he cried harder than before. All Ken Thomas could do was to try to reassure the lad that everything would work out.

As Charles began to ease up on his crying, he turned to face Mr. Ken and apologized for the way he acted. He told the man he was sorry for not wanting to talk, but he was embarrassed by what he thought he had to tell the man right then and there.

Mr. Ken asked him why he thought that way, only to learn that the boy was afraid Mr. Ken would tell everyone what he knew about him. He said that even though Collin told him Mr. Ken had never, to his knowledge, ever told a single soul, he was still afraid he'd be laughed at for what happened to him when Smokey and his gang and other motorcycle friends had done with him.

The two sat there together just holding one another for quite some time. Charles got so quiet and relaxed that he actually fell asleep, in the man's arms, since he didn't have a great night's sleep to begin with. Mr. Ken allowed the lad to sleep like that for about thirty minutes before waking the youth.

"Charles … I think it is time for you to wake up. Come on, now, son … we still need to talk some before lunch and then our appointment with Doc Powers. Charles … wake up, 'son'," encouraged Ken Thomas.

As Charles began to wake up, he looked into Mr. Ken's eyes and said, "You called me … 'son'!"

"Yes, Charles, I did call you 'son'. You keep calling me 'dad' so I figure turnabout is fair play," smiled Mr. Ken.

"Ohh," was all Charles said.

Ken Thomas looked back at the lad sitting in his lap and replied, "Charles … maybe that is one of the things we need to talk about. What do you say? Should we add it to a list of things we need to discuss with one another? … You know … in the beginning, Robert and I kept a list of things that we wanted to talk about with one another. And, I'm not sure if he told you but we sit down on Tuesday nights, after dinner, and we talk about things on our list and sometimes about things that happened since our last talk. Would you like to try doing that, too?"

Charles looked at Mr. Ken and said, "Yes, Robert did tell me that you guys sit down and talk about things, but … did he and you ever lay down together, like we did the other night, and talk about the things he did or had to do?"

"Yes, Charles, we have. Just like Collin, Robert felt more comfortable talking to me and telling me, in that kind of setting, about the things he was ashamed of but knew he needed to get out of his system so he could move on with his new life. He still reveals things to me, but nothing like he did at first. We did start off, though, just as we are doing now. We'd sit here and talk and from there we moved on to the Theater setting and then the Tuesday night talks," explained Mr. Ken.

Charles, his tears all dried up, thought about what Mr. Ken just told him. Again, what the man said was close to what he'd been told so he knew he had to begin to trust the man. To that end Charles began to open up.

"Mr. Ken … I feel so humiliated inside to not want to tell you what I was made to do. I know I should tell you but I …I just don't know if I can. Robert told me he's told you everything his dad made him do and even Collin … he's told me he told you everything, too. I just don't know how they did it. The stuff is so embarrassing to talk to someone who hasn't had to do it," confessed Charles.

"Charles … I totally understand your position, but your 'brothers' … they found a way, from deep down inside of them, to be able tell me their most private of private of things they had to do. I am sure you can find, in your own way, a means to tell me, too. I think if we start small and slow, that you will find that talking will begin to release your inhibitions and you'll begin to trust me and tell me everything. So, what do you say? You want to give it a try? Start small and slow?" wrapped up Ken Thomas.

Charles sat there thinking. Then a smile formed on his face and he hugged his new 'dad'. "Yes, I know I can work with that. And, if I am going to stay here with you and Robert, and all my 'brothers', I guess I can make myself tell you stuff that I really am going to feel embarrassed and ashamed about," again smiled Charles, as he hugged the man one more time.

"Okay … where do you want to start?" asked Mr. Ken.

"Well, I think I'd like to start by asking if I can call you 'dad' like Robert does. I never had a dad and just saying the word makes me feel so good inside," returned Charles.

"Okay, I can understand what you are saying. What do you think Robert will say when you start calling me 'dad'?" asked Mr. Ken, wanting to see how the lad would reply.

"I don't think he'll say anything 'dad'," smiled Charles. "He's heard me say it a few times and he never, once, said anything about it to me. He could have but he didn't and I bet he'll be okay with it," a positive sounding Charles replied.

"Okay, we'll go with that then, 'son'" smiled Mr. Ken. "Now … what else can we add to our talk? I've told you a little about me and added to your knowledge about Three Finger Cove, so what can you tell me about you that you didn't tell the DA and Sheriff Barnes the other day?" asked Mr. Ken.

Charles sat there thinking, and then said, "Well, I guess I could tell you about how Smokey used to take me for the weekend. At first … we'd just go to his place and hang around and maybe go to a movie or out for ice cream and then when we'd come home we'd watch TV before we'd go to bed.

"Then, one time, when we were going to bed ahh … Smokey asked me to sleep with him because he said he forgot the sleeping bag at another place. So, I did. As we laid there we talked some. Then, Smokey asked me if I ever played with ahh … myself. At the time, I thought I knew what he was talking about but I only just turned ten and I only heard the older kids at school making jokes about stiffies and playing with their ahh … penis.

"I told him that I thought I knew what he was talking about, but I asked him to tell me more. He did more than tell me; he showed me. He had me take my pajamas off and then he touched my penis and made it stand up. Then, he showed me what to do and make myself feel real good. But it didn't stop at that. After, a week or two, he … he had me do it to him. It was fun at first, because it was exciting to be doing something so naughty. But he then he had me take showers with him and … and he had me wash him and make him, you know, make him feel real good."

With that all said Charles began to cry. Ken Thomas was prepared for that very thing and as soon as he saw the distress in Charles he grabbed the youth and held him tight. He also did his back rub to help the boy calm down.

"I know that was hard for you, Charles, but you did it. You worked past your embarrassment. And, the one thing you did not hear was me laughing at you and at what you were telling me. Charles … I will never laugh or make fun of anything you tell me you've done or were made to do," lightly encouraged The Cove's owner.

After telling his story, Charles leaned into the man's hug and relished the feeling of safety and 'love' that emanated through the man to him. The twelve-year-old didn't want to have to leave his very comfortable position but nature began to call and he had to ask for a few minutes to take care of his needs.

By the time Charles returned from his call of nature, most of the morning had passed along. 'Dad' Ken asked Charles to take a seat and then told him they needed to talk about what the lad's afternoon would be like.

"'Son' … I want to talk to you about what is in store for you this afternoon," started out The Cove's owner. "After lunch, we'll head over to Doctor Rich Powers practice. He knows you're coming over for your intake physical. I call it that because I need to know what your physical health is, so I can watch for any changes while you are living with me. Usually, the mom and dad are well aware of what health problems a child has but since we just came together I need to know about any broken bones, allergies, how good your eyes and your hearing are just to name a few. The physical will take most of the afternoon. After that, we'll return for dinner and whatever else we can get into," explained Mr. Ken. "Do you have any questions for me, Charles?

"No, 'dad', and thanks for talking with me and then explaining about the physical. I was a bit anxious about having to do one of those, but now I'm not," replied Charles.

"I'm happy to hear that 'son'. Both Collin and Robert have taken the same basic physical so you aren't being treated any differently than they were. It will give me a baseline from which to work with if there are any problems along the line. Now … are you almost ready for lunch?" asked Mr. Ken, as a way of saying their talk was over. "If you are, then why don't you catch up with Robert and I'll see you at lunchtime."

"Thanks, 'dad'" said Charles, who then went over and hugged the man. He then walked out of the Study in search of Robert.

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