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Subject: Buck, Part 3 (gay: incest) Where we left them: Mr. Greer turned to his son and said, “What are you going to name him son?”. Through misty eyes, as he gazed on that little human that was his son, he answered his Dad and said, “Benjamin, for good luck and strength”. That is when Roy Denton fell into his Dad’s arms and wept. Wept for his children. Wept for the woman that gave birth to them. Wept for his own strength. Missy died two hours later. Part 3: Really, when you think about it, it was an easy decision to make. Roy Denton’s parents were still in their forties. His mom was a housewife with little to do anymore. So once the baby was released from the hospital, after he reached 4 and a half pounds, he went to join the Greer’s and Bucky in Grand Island. As much as he wanted his boys with him Roy Denton knew it would be best for the first few years to remain with his parents. Especially until little Benjamin was strong enough. Mrs. Walker was in agreement. Although she never took the children to her house she helped Roy Denton’s mother whenever possible. Mr. Walker had buried his head in the sand about the whole situation but no longer fought with his wife about it. Roy Denton still made it to Grand Island almost every weekend and spent every minute with his boys. The only thing that kept him away was when the highways were closed because of weather. He wanted them to have no mistake of who their father was. Barely 21 years old and all he could think about was his boys. His relationship with his Uncle remained close. But never really romantic. He was like an Uncle with benefits who he admired greatly. Roy Denton moved into his Uncle’s guest room and they rented out the other unit to another mechanic and his wife, Rich and Tracy. Roy Denton had also thrown out anything that reminded him of Missy. It was never a happy home and the ending was just sad. He wanted it all behind him. As the years passed Roy Denton became very proficient at his job. His Uncle Roy could feel confident in leaving the garage in the boy’s hands if he ever went anyplace. Which he never did. The garage and Roy Denton was the extent of the man’s life. Five years pass. Roy Denton is 26. Bucky is past his eight birthday and Benji is going to be six. During one of his weekend trips he walked into the boys room one morning to get them up. He found Benji curled up in Bucky’s arms. Bucky woke up and smiled at his Dad. “Morning dad.” The boy was always happy. “What’s up with Benji?” Roy Denton asked. “When he’s scared he comes and sleeps with me.” “How often does that happen?” A concerned Roy Denton asked. “A lot. But I think he makes it up a lot because he just doesn’t want to be alone.” This made Roy Denton feel escort sad. Benji feeling alone. He didn’t want his boys to ever feel like they were alone. He had to get them back with him soon. A few more years pass. The boys are growing fast. Bucky definetly takes after Roy Denton and Uncle Roy but Benji seems to always be a year behind everyone else physically. But intelligence wise the roles are reversed. Benji is always testing genius level and is very serious. Bucky, on the other hand, is an average student who is always happy go lucky. But the bond between them just grows stronger. About the time Bucky turned 14 Roy Denton was in Grand Island for the weekend with the boys. He got a call from Uncle Roy and his neighbor Rich. Uncle Roy was in a traffic accident and the police came around looking for someone in the family. He was in Clarkson Hospital and was critical. Roy Denton and his Dad made the trip to Omaha right away. But, alas, they were too late. Roy had lost a lot of blood and there was nothing they could do. He had died an hour before they had arrived. Both the Greer men took it very hard. Roy Denton most of all. Roy Denton’s Dad made all the arrangements to have Roy sent back to Grand Island where they would have a family service and bury him. They both went back to the duplex to rest. Roy Denton took the week off and went back to Grand Island to bury his Uncle and to spend time with the boys. It was all very sad. There were pieces of Roy Denton’s life missing now and he was only 32. When Roy Denton got back to work the next Monday there was a letter waiting for him. It was a request for him to call a lawyer in town. He didn’t recognize the name nor did he know what it was about. He was widowed and didn’t have a pot to piss in. Maybe it was about the garage. Selling it off for the state or something. He called the number and made an appointment for the next morning to see a lawyer named Meyer. Sean Meyer. Never heard of him either. The appointment was for 9 am Tuesday. When he arrived at the lawyer’s office he was asked to wait for a few moments because Mr. Meyer had not arrived yet. He waited about 15 minutes and then a slim but attractive man about the same age of his Uncle came in the door. The secretary nodded at the man and then nodded towards Roy Denton. “Ah, Mr. Greer is it? Roy Denton?” the man asked. “Yes sir. You Mr. Meyer?” Roy Denton answered. “Just call me Sean Mr. Greer.” the man answered with a large smile. “Well then just call me Roy” Roy Denton grinned back at the man. “Well come into the office Roy and get settled. You do remind me so much of your Uncle when he was a bit younger.” Sean said. “You knew my Uncle?” “For a very long time. He wasn’t such a hermit back izmit escort bayan in the day. I very sorry for your loss, for all of our loses really, he was a good man.” Sean said. “Yes he was. So why am I here? Dad took care of the hospital and funeral already. I figured the rest was up to the state.” Roy said. “The rest of what son?” Sean seemed confused. “Well I don’t know. Whatever they do with estates of unmarried men.” Roy was now the one confused. “Oh I see. I see where the confusion is. Well, normally, when someone is unmarried and there is no will, the state would seek out the next of kin. Since his parents are no longer living and their are no children everything would go through probate and then left to the closet sibling. I guess that would be your father. But in this case there was a will Roy.” Sean clarified. “Oh there was? Well that’s good. I’m sure that helps a lot” Roy was still unsure why he was there. It should have been his dad. “Yes. Your Uncle updated it every couple of years. He was very good about it. Didn’t want to make any mistakes. When he sold a property or bought one he ensured that every t was crossed.” Sean said. “Property? I thought he just owned the garage and the duplex” Roy asked. “No, with the inheritance both your dad and uncle got from their parents they both invested wisely. Your Uncle more so. He had several properties. Now, which leads us to the reason we are here, you and I.” Sean said. “Ok?” Roy replied. “Although he updated his will very often there was always only one beneficiary.” “Ok? Who?” “You” Sean simply said. “Me? I’m just his nephew. Why me?” “Why you? As far as Roy was concerned there was no one else. You were his primary family. You were like his own son. Hell you even look a lot alike.” Sean laughed a bit. “Wow. That was awful nice of him. So the garage and the duplex?” Roy was overwhelmed. And four other properties around Omaha and a home in Palm Springs. Which I never understood why he bought it. He’s been there twice. Anyway. What ever money is left as well as an insurance policy. You’re not wealthy but you will be comfortable. Also there is this letter that was included with the will. He wrote it about a year ago and asked me to give it to you if anything ever happened to him.” Sean handed him the letter. Roy opened the letter and it said: Roy Denton, Hopefully your not reading this until I’m a ripe old man. But if it didn’t turn out that way I just want to give you one bit of advice. Live your life. Don’t be like me. A hermit. Not being true to the person I am. I think you know what I mean. You, being with me these past few years, has been the best thing that I could have ever dreamed of. Thank izmit sınırsız escort you for that. Take whatever is left with my money and enjoy life with your boys. Go and see the world or something. Don’t live in fear like I did. I love you Roy Denton. Always have. Uncle Roy. Roy’s eyes got a bit misty. He was really going to miss the man. The man he looked up to his whole life. When Sean saw that Roy was done with reading the letter he said, “Find a good lawyer and a good accountant. You’ll be paying taxes on all this at the end of the year. Don’t spend too much until you know how much you’ll be owing Uncle Sam.” “Well can you just be my lawyer? Uncle Roy seemed to have trusted you.” Roy said. “I’d be honored. And I won’t let your Uncle down, I never have.” “There is one other thing. After reading the letter I guess I wouldn’t mind taking the boys and moving. That house in Palm Springs? Is it empty?” “It has tenants but the lease was up last month and they said they were moving out at the end of this month. I’m sure it will need some refurbishing. But you can see what you want to do with it.” “Great. I think its time I live full time with my boys. Away from here.” Roy said. “Well if you are set on leaving town I would suggest that you sell the garage. It would be hard to manage from Palm Springs. But keep the rest of the properties as they are generating income for you. What do you think?” “Sounds good to me Sean. You know more than me. But I would like to ensure everyone at the garage is taken care of. Maybe the buyer could keep them on or something.” Roy said. “We’ll work it out Roy. We’ll work it out.” After the meeting with the lawyer Roy decided to go back to Grand Island. He had to have a talk with the boys. Wanted to make sure they were ok with moving half way across the country. They were young but he wanted them to be a team. Part 4: Palm Springs. Coming soon. Ok you horny pigs. The sex is coming. My stories get involved. I guess I’m into character development. Don’t be afraid to write with suggestions. Plus I’d like to know who likes the story and who doesn’t. This story comes from something that has been working in my head since I got writer’s block on the “Searching for my Identity” story. So here it goes. Sorry for the lack of sex on the first part but if you’ve read any of my stories you’ll understand. Emails are welcome. Love to know how you guys are liking the story. I will revisit other stories and add to them when I figure out where they need to go. 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