Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2012 22:53:18 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Amoral Revisited 7

Amoral
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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7: A New Business


"You know Matte, if this is organized properly and you can give assurances
of anonymity, there are lots of boy lovers who would come here for weekends
and three to five day visits.  They would pay big bucks too," Carl
suggested.  Now that really got my mind going.

Over the next few days I made a lot of decisions and wrote up several
business plans until I was satisfied everything would work.  Carl and
Simon's boys could not get away for all summer but in chunks, good parts of
it.  That would leave two cabins open about about half of the 12 weeks,
June through August.  Since the cabins were winterized and we could heat
the billiard hall and put in a big fireplace, we could rent on weekends and
other school holidays, year around.

That weekend all eight of us spent a very pleasant time, a lot of it inside
since the weather was not the best but that was okay.  The main reason the
men would bring boy here is fucking, not fishing.  That is not fair to say,
while partly true, cause I think the main reason will be man/boy bonding.

For this weekend we all shared the main house.  We shared a lot more than
that too.  The eye candy was unbelievable.  Simon brought a goodly sized
package of cannabis and Carl a selection of gold lame thongs that were
supper minimal and super elastic.  I baked up the cannabis into chocolate
brownies.  The THC is hydrophobic and it is lipophilic.  All you need to do
is sauté crushed leaves in the butter and proceed as normal.  Given
their low body weight and their appetite for chocolate, the boys were all
higher than kites in no time at all.  The best part for us boy lovers,
under the influence they become highly open to suggestion and very
affectionate. Although none of us men had any intention of sharing our boys
with the others, the boys had other ideas.  Even though the men are all
still quite young, under 35, Simon's little penis stiffeners were soon
required for us to keep up.


I had a remote, electronically controlled gate put in at the main road and
a good sized fence around the place.  I also managed to purchase all the
farm land between us and road, which I then leased back to the vendor.  In
the sauna building, I also had a commercial laundry installed and some
really large water heaters, as well as a demand system for the cottages.

Grover and Andy were both doing well in school. They had made friends with
the local boys and girls.  All the work was nearing completion by the end
of April and we were getting ready to welcome guests for the weekends in
May.  Memorial Day was already booked by the regulars.  Once Leon, Simon
and Carl mentioned the camp to a few friends, I suddenly had scheduling
problems.  That's a good thing.  My next problem was to find some help for
me. While school was in session, Grover and Leon would spend the week here
and the weekends at his condo in the Point.

If we are to have turn over, the cabins, sauna and game room, I liked that
better then billiards, needed to be cleaned and laundry done, things like
that.  I could see a thousand other little tasks that would kill my trading
time.  Even during the summer Andy would not be all that useful.  He is
good but still just a boy.  He could cut the grass, weed the flower beds
and keep the boats and bikes in order.  Since the trading was paying our
operating bills I couldn't slack off on that too much.  By staying on top
of the situation I had been able to double my investment capital and still
take half of my profit in just three months.  I made some good calls on the
Canadian Dollar and oil futures in quick succession.

I worked out a rate that would see our capital recovered in three years and
all operating expenses such as taxes, utilities and like for the whole
property.  I worked a deal with my neighbors to allow ATV, cross country
skis and snowmobile access to their lands once the crops were off.  That
access would not cost all that much.  We would need a small fleet of
bicycles and a couple of more water craft too.  The nearby farmers also
agreed to let me post their land, along with mine, so we would not have
hunters around in the fall.

I didn't quite know how to go about finding the experienced person I
needed. Obviously, it needed to be someone who could and would be discreet
and who had the physical strength and skills needed.  Ideally it would be a
boy lover.  The word of my improvements was beginning to circulate in the
town.  It was obvious from the original layout, the owners had expected
many guests.  I was lead to believe they had quite a few in the few years
they owned the place.  For them it had been a summer time thing, as they
went south in the winters anyway.

I responded that we had lots of relatives from all over the place and a
number of business colleagues that were eager to visit.  I was not
operating a true resort type business and we were not operating any kind of
a public business.  One of the local grocers offered to deliver orders and
both the diners agreed to deliver precooked meals.  The grocer assured me
that given 48 hours notice he could have just about anything we wanted
brought in.  He and I worked out a fax or email order form.  That way we
would not be responsible for feeding people should they not wish to leave
the property.

I established a numbered company to deal with the cash flow.  I used a bank
in Oshkosh and one of Carl's associates' offices in that city, as our
official address.  I also took a special secure email address and got a new
cell phone account.  To ensure anonymity for our clients we only used the
first names they gave us and assigned each person a numerical account
number/name.  To overcome the problem of names on checks or credit cards we
arranged for direct electronic deposits or cash that would be accepted at
any branch of this state wide institution.  A gate entry code was sent to
each guest.  Every potential guest was required to provide a reference from
some one we knew or did business with before.  This was done by them giving
me a password that identified for me who the reference was from.

Not everyone that called wanted to book, some were curious and some could
not be accommodated on the dates they desired.

You will by now be asking and just how much are the fees.  They are high
but not outrageous.  Each cabin could sleep four but we charged by the pair
at $400/day all up except food. They would need to pay cash for that and
anything else they bought in town, if they wanted to be truly anonymous.
For our little group the fee was more reasonable at $600/week or
$200/weekend or they could stay with us in the main house for free.

Andy still liked the idea of a camp for boys, having experienced Grover's
seduction and been a part of it.  I had two problems with it.  One was my
time commitment and two was the danger of that word getting out.  It is one
thing to have the word get out that no one here was concerned about who did
what to who or that clothing was optional.  It is quite another to have the
word spread that a boy could get sexual training or introduction here.

I found Larry sitting at a table in the local coffee shop one morning, in
mid May.  He had just returned from his winter retreat in Arizona.  Larry
is an older gentleman, I guessed in his late 60's.  He had been a shop
teacher at the local high school, until he retired a few years back.  My
first impression was favorable.  He was a closet gay for sure.  He told me
his partner had passed away about six months ago and he was kind of at
loose ends.  I probed a little further and found his partner had been a
local contractor and had sold his business to the fellow I now used.

When he learned what house I had bought his face brightened right up.
"That was the last job we did before we retired," he proudly announced.  I
finished my coffee and headed out, assuring him I would return the
following late morning.  This is a small town so I figured I could check
his references and he could check mine.

By the next day I learned all I needed to know about Larry.  Mostly he was
as claimed.  Several locals told me right out he was gay or they believed
he was.  I learned he and this partner had lived together since they were
young men.  They had always been very private but also active members of
the community.  Several were former students who gave him high praise.  I
took it he and his partner had never shown any interest in other men and
never in boys.  He and the partner had a number of nieces and nephews in
the area, all on good terms with them, so the reports said.

The next day, after my post office stop I dropped into the coffee shops
again.  Larry was not around so I chatted a bit with the others and just as
I was leaving he pulled up in a small car.

"Hi Matias."

"Hi yourself, Larry.  Say if you have nothing better to do why not drop in
after lunch and I will show you what Andy and I have done with the place."

"I would like that Matias, thank you."

He went into the cafe and I headed home.  Larry stopped by about 90 minutes
later.  He was most impressed with the layout of the property, with the
simple modern decorations and furniture.

"Matias, I am a very private person and normally would not ask.  You don't
need to answer of course.  I don't understand why you are turning your home
into a mini resort?"

"That is a fair question and you are right, it is becoming a mini resort.
Andy and I are also very private people but we are also extroverts, so this
is a way to balance things.  Our friends and family can come and visit us."

"The word around the middle school, I may be retired but I still have
contacts there, is you took in a foster boy after having rescued him.  You
are thought of as quite the hero."

"That word is mostly correct, but I think the hero bit is over done, mostly
by Grover.  He is being fostered by a friend from the Point.  He is staying
here until the end of the school year and probably all summer too.  They
are using one of the cottages."

We talked a bit about stock trading and being a part time university
student. Larry had completed a Masters and Ph.D. in education, attending
school in the summer.

"I can't imagine how you will look after this place, go to school and
maintain your "day job?  Boys Andy's age are not usually that much help."

"True, we had the cabins, the two open ones, full for the past couple of
weekends and it was a bit of a chore."

"I haven't had much to do since Bob died.  If you need a skilled hand or
boy supervision..."

"I think we may be able to work something out.  On both scores.  With Andy
and Grover here all summer and who knows how many visitors, many with boys,
that may be a full time job."

"You make it sound like a summer camp."

"If Andy had his way it would be, since he is only the little brother I
won't let it get that far.  When I said friends and family I was not
completely honest.  All of our visitors are friends and some will be
family, after a fashion.  Andy and I have no close living relatives, most
are distant cousins and the like.  We do have some friends that we consider
family, like Grover and his foster dad."

"I take it you are talking about male friends and family?"

"Yes mostly.  Right now none of us close friends have any females in our
lives. Andy and I lost our parents and middle brother a few years back.
Mom was an only child and Dad did not have much to do with his much older
sisters.  Our friends are all very discrete and very private people.  In
fact, we only use first names when they come here.  That is why the fancy
access control."

"I see.  That is why my being officially in the closet has not prompted any
questions.  Discretion of the highest order, is in order."

"Yes, you can say that.  You must know most local people think or suspect
you are gay but none know for sure.  That tells me you know how to be
discrete and protect your privacy.  That tells me you know how to protect
the privacy of others too."

"True.  Bob and I lived together from the time we were young men and we
were best buddies long before that.  In today's speak, we were a monogamous
couple until he died.  We just lived our lives quietly, I hope honorably
and very privately.  `Let them think anything they want,' he would say.
Since we grew up here and just always were together, people accepted us.
Oh, the bigots are out there and in force too.  If I were you, I would at
least give a few of the available unattached ladies a whirl or two, from
time to time.  Keep them guessing.

I take it, correct me if I'm wrong, that most of your friends will be
man/boy pairs.  Since the age of consent in Wisconsin is 18, I can
understand the need for discretion and privacy."

"I would guess that two days a week during school and 6 half days during
the summer should cover things off, don't you?"

I wrote a goodly sum per hour on a scrap of paper.  Larry's eyes grew very
large.

"I think that is way too much for some cleaning, laundry and yard work."

"I don't think it is enough for your discretion.  I am sure some of our
friends will be recognized by you ..."  Then it dawned on me. "Cash money
of course.  I will run it through the books as consulting fees paid to a
Dr. Lawrence, in the Bahamas.  I have enough offshore transactions it will
just get lost."

"When do I start?"

"Friday or is that too soon?"

"Friday will be fine."

I gave him a gate code and programmed in access times and days.

Not long after he left a fleet of bicycles came down the driveway and a
small horde descended on my kitchen, cleaning up a gallon of milk and a
package of cookies.

Right from the get go Andy made friends with almost every boy that visited.
He suddenly had a whole group of email pals.  That would be good.  He and
Grover had a group of friends in Amherst too.  Now that the weather was
reasonable they were off on bicycles at every free moment.  We had some
great trails laid out and the back roads were reasonably safe for them as
well.  I was sure that would give way to water fascination as soon as it
was warm enough to swim.

I know Andy and Grover are at each other every opportunity they get.  Not
that I have a problem with that.  Andy always seems to save some for me and
Leon has not complained as far as I know.

The summer passed into fall and school restarted.  I was becoming a bit
restless. Andy didn't seem to mind but we were in fact chained to the
place.  Just when I thought we would have a weekend to ourselves, maybe do
a bit of traveling, someone would book.  I had a long talk with the other
three in our little club.  I needed a break.  I not only had the urge to
travel but to visit Oklahoma for a few days. Maybe even take Andy to
Disneyland.  No way was I visiting the Gulf Coast any time soon.

Larry was an invaluable asset.  Until the late fall, just after
Thanksgiving, when we returned to Arizona for the winter, that is.

We did manage to get away to Milwaukee and Chicago for a couple of weekends
in the fall and a few days after Christmas to Oklahoma.

Barney had erected the monument to Sandy and his mother in the cemetery,
just outside his old home town.  He showed us some nice photographs of it.
The official report was Sandy was missing and presumed dead.  His mother
was ruled murdered by the drug dealer who was shot by her, in obvious self
defence.  The house had collapsed on them and by the time the bodies were
discovered they had badly decomposed.  Little effort was made to solve what
appeared to be an apparent domestic situation gone wrong.  The medical
examiner was unable to say with certainty that she was dead before the
house collapsed but it was obvious she was badly beaten before that.  They
said she shot him with his own gun.  The local cops and press did look for
Sandy but he was gone without a trace and chalked it up to a storm victim.
Barney had made arrangements through a local lawyer who he had acting as
executor of her estate.  That lawyer told the local officials he had been
retained by one of her relatives, who wished to remain anonymous.

Andy was highly appreciative and made it known to Barney.  He made it known
to me too but in a way different manner.  That night he climbed on top and
began riding his pony.  The kid was wild and so was I.  When he tired I
would rabbit fuck, quick up thrusts as fast and intense as I could.  He
then took over again with a more moderate pace.  When we both tired I
rolled him on his side and for a long series of full in and full out easy
thrusts, until we both ejaculated.  Our love making is mostly very tender
and sensual.  That does not mean lacking in intensity.  Just that we are
fond of gently removing each others meager clothing.  Mostly we make sure
as much body surface as possible is engaged with the other person.  Kisses,
touches, licks and so on are easy, frequent and gentle.  Getting pleasure
is proportional to giving it.  He no longer feels required to cling to me
for protection or comfort.  We just want physical contact.  Holding hands,
pressing one of your body parts to one of his that is continuous.  I
observe Grover and Leon are in the same mode lately.

Another trend is our almost continual worship of the phallus.  We worship
each others but that is not what I am talking about.  I noticed that we and
most of our friends have become fascinated with the phallus and or its
general shape.  We are fascinated with the male form in general just like
peoples have always been.  Andy is just fascinated with the internet models
especially the younger ones.  He is fascinated with the older teens, mostly
their cocks and butts.

Phallic worship is not new, in fact it is very, very old.  Ancient peoples
were much less up tight about this than moderns.  They were right into
showing themselves, gods and what ever with large often exaggerated cocks.
Both women and men were and I might add still are fond of phallic jewelry.
I figure we are right at home.  My preference is to worship a penis on a
living, breathing human being.  Mostly my boy.

As we came up on our first year together; brothers and lovers, I was amazed
at how quickly it passed and how deeply we loved each other.  I know I
started out with a completely different objective in mind and I think he
did too.  They were not the same of course but they are now.  My objective
was to get my rocks off and to ensure he was never in a position to rat me
out.  He was making sure he could survive.  Now neither of us can imagine
life without the other.

I think those old Greeks had it right.  They recognized that when a man and
boy bonded through sex, a truly magical kind of love and friendship
developed.  They worshiped the phallus together and prospered.  We worship
the phallus together and we are sure doing well, very well.

You could see from our customers that some men were only interested in the
sex and some boys in what benefits they would get by trading it. You could
also see some of the couples were interested in each other and in the love
and companionship they were sharing, along with all that sex.

A few of the boys told Andy they knew their men were only interested in
boys of certain ages and when they got too old he would pass them on to his
next "sugar daddy".  One middle aged man came with two young boys and a
young man.  One of the boys told me the young man had been the older man's
boy before him and now he and the other boy each have a man to love them.

The strangest group came over the Christmas period.  They rented all three
cabins putting six in each.  Most of the boys were older, I mean plus 14,
only two were in the 11 to 12 range.  This was a very impressive group.
They were all very fit and handsome.  I took it the men were professional
dancers or models and the boys were all apprentices, the younger ones
seemed to be into gymnastics.  There were six adults.

From some of the comments overheard in the sauna I think these boys
represented the bulk of an exclusive boy prostitution ring.  This group
came out of Chicago.  Judging from the fine cars they drove and the way
they dressed it must be very lucrative, what ever it is.  I think these
boys were also into modeling. Probably pornographic modeling, they seemed
to be posing even when just standing round or sitting on the sauna bench.
One of the men seemed to have a lot of camera gear with him.  The pictures
I saw him taking were mostly candid snap shots.

These boys were all very polite.  Andy associated with the younger ones,
playing games in the recreation room.  It was obvious to both of us that
these boys were new to the game but were learning fast from the older ones.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the snow and winter, also the sauna.

The older boys were not the lest bit shy to play boy games with each other,
Andy, the men or even myself.  The younger boys seemed less ready to
interact with Andy and I but were eager to be serviced by the older boys
and to service the man they were obviously assigned to.  They both had cute
little chokers around their necks some of the time.  I took it these had
something to do with their training.

We were treated to several four ways, something Andy and I can't do without
help.  I have never experienced anything like it before nor Andy either.
These boys were all very well hung and they sure knew how to use those long
fat cocks and their cock sucking left nothing to be desired either.  I must
admit getting fucked, sucked and sucking all at the same time was something
right out of the porn fiction.  The two younger boys took care of sucking
the two, giving oral attention to Andy and me, while their men worked over
their butts.  I guess they had been well prepared since they took their
large cocks with no difficulty. I was glad that the sauna room was as large
as it is.  These boys all had the most gorgeous and well formed bodies
imaginable.  They were completely or almost completely shaved.  I could see
how the dance or gymnastics training was put to good use.  These guys could
easily twist themselves into shapes I could only imagine.  While they
looked soft, almost girl like, twinks, they were solid and muscled like any
well trained athletes.  They had wide shoulders, large but not female
breast like chests, narrow hips and small compact, hard butts. Their legs
were all well proportioned in the calf to thigh ratio.

Before they departed, the leader, a fellow named Bill, talked to me about
returning in the spring for several days.  This time with more boys.  They
wanted to use the area for some photo shoots, including the recreation
center and the sauna.  He was willing to pay a premium for the week.  They
had all enjoyed their respite here and wanted to return again.

Things had settled down for Andy and I by the end of the summer.  With
Grover living full time with his man in the Point, we had our lives to
ourselves again at least during the week.  Every weekend was booked right
through to January.

Grade seven was going to be an interesting year, I was sure of it.  Andy
had begun to discover girls in grade 6.  Not that he didn't know what girls
were before, only that he discovered they were more meaningful and useful.
He had made several female friends the previous year.  Now he was feeling
some of those sexual attractions that come built into us.

Over the summer he began to understand that some boys were homosexual in
outlook, some mostly heterosexual and then there were people like us,
bisexual.  He was turned on by some of them and by Grover.  Our
relationship while filled with love, respect and sex, was just a little
different.  He was beginning to see that.