Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2005 11:29:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bizarre Circumstances pt II

Chapter I

"How about if we go upstairs TC?" I asked and received an award-winning
smile as he let go of my cock and stepped back, pulling his cock from my
hand. I tugged my pants and underwear back up while TC picked up his
clothes and the ones I'd loaned him then wiped the remaining sperm from his
cock head onto the lower part of the leg of his ratty jeans.

"I'm following you, " He said. I headed off with the boy in tow and five
minutes later we were laying on my two hundred year old bed, the frame that
is, the mattresses were relatively new. TC rolled into my arms almost
immediately and we kissed, one of those mouth open deep-throated exercises
where our tongues battled each other. Both of us had exploratory hands that
roamed over shoulders, backs, sides, butts and eventually found their way
to rock hard cocks.

TC was in fact well enough endowed, his fourteen year old boyhood pride and
joy stretching out to a solid six and three quarters inches of moderately
thick and in this case, rigid, teenage flesh. His balls were totally
smooth, the bag hanging onto his thigh soft to my touch. I finally broke
the kiss and rolled him over onto his back and lay with my body about a
quarter of the way onto his. I gently nudged his head to the opposite side
and nuzzled into the soft crook of his neck, kissing and sucking the warm
flesh ever so gently. TC squirmed slightly, moans emitting from his throat,
and when I sucked on his small ear he gasped at the feelings that tore
though his slender frame.

"So," I thought to myself, "hot spots." I stayed there briefly, sucking and
kissing while one hand played with his hair and the other rubbed up and
down on his chest, his flat belly, and down onto his upper thigh, returning
on his inner thigh until I almost touched his balls where I detoured onto
his hip then back up the same way I went down. I purposely avoided his
boyhood charms, wanting to build his heat level up to and almost unbearable
peak.

I slid down on the bed and explored a nipple with my tongue, teasing it a
little before closing my lips on it and suckling like a babe. The boy
gasped as another hot spot was discovered. I played there a short while,
trying to give equal time to each nipple before moving onward toward
Mecca. I kissed him softly as I descended, my lips barely grazing his
smooth flesh, until his cock head poked me in the cheek. I backed off a
little before turning my head to see his little head, a perfectly shaped
Darth Vader helmet cock head who's very tip was shiny from the precum that
was leaking out. I left my head lying on his taut belly and just admired
his flesh, his rock hard cock bobbing ever so slightly as blood pumped
through it with each beat of his young heart. I moved closer then let my
tongue snake out and lick at the slit where the liquid was seeping from and
then I took him into my mouth.

His gasp was more audible than the other two as I closed my lips down over
the head of his cock, enveloping the sensitive gland in the warmth of my
mouth. I had at the same time cupped his smooth young nuts and thereby
causing a great deal of sensory input. My hand sneaked up his balls where
three fingers and my thumb gripped the base of his cock and my palm still
rested against his soft sperm makers. Holding his shaft in place I moved my
head back off of his cock head, tightening my lips as they moved over the
soft satiny ridge, my tongue continuing its exploration of the tip. I
bobbed on him, moving my mouth back down to hold the entire head and part
of the shaft in my mouth, moving back and forth perhaps six or seven times
before the boy cried out.

"I'm gonna cum soon I think Jess, oh fuck." I continued to suckle him a few
more times before taking him from my mouth and moving my hand up to fully
grasp his warm shaft. I moved my head out of the way and began stroking his
cock and in moments felt it thicken in my hand at the same time its owner
groaned out loud. His entire body tensed momentarily as the first droplet
of sperm popped out onto his belly just above his belly button. The second
shot however went clear to his neck, the third and fourth much shorter and
the fifth one another neck shot. From there his spurts landed mostly on his
belly, on or around where the first one went. Late bloomer though he was,
clearly his reproductive system was operating at full adult maturity. I
continued to stroke him slowly, milking his cock until it stopped oozing
and his breathing started to slow.

Rolling off my bed, I went into my private bath, soaked a washcloth in warm
water and returned to clean the boy off. He groaned at the feeling of
warmth as I caressed his cock head then gripped the shaft. I rewetted the
cloth and returned to finish the job, cupping his balls and causing another
groan. There's nothing like a warm washcloth on your organs, especially
after a good sperming. When I was finished I set the cloth on the night
table next to my clock and got back on the bed where TC immediately rolled
back into my arms and kissed me again, this time with more of an afterglow
feeling and not the intensity of foreplay.

"That was pretty awesome," he said when he finally broke the kiss.

"I'm glad you liked it," I told him as I stared into his intriguing gray
eyes.

"So how about you Jess, are you gonna cum again too?" When I asked him if
he wanted me to he nodded his head quite vigorously so I asked him if he
was going to do something to make that happen. He smiled, pushed me
backwards and went immediately for my cock, taking the head into his mouth
while grasping the shaft, and began sucking me. I closed my eyes and
relaxed into the softness of my bed, reveling in the feelings being
produced by the very cute young teenage boy. As I said before, it had been
a long time since I'd had any sexual contact other than my own left hand so
it didn't take much longer the second time that it had the first.

"I'm just about there TC," I moaned. Like I had done, he continued to
suckle me until I told him I was cumming and he quickly took my cock from
his mouth and jacked me off. The first spurt went past my nipples but all
the rest, all seven on them, ended up below my small brownish nubs, landing
in streaks and globs all over my belly.

"You make a lot of cum Jess," the boy said as he continued to stroke and
milk my cock. I did in fact create a fair amount of liquid and was mildly
surprised the first time that I came and TC had swallowed the entire load.
He finally let go and left the bed, retrieved the washcloth and went about
the same grooming exercise that I had performed on him a scant ten minutes
before that. When he was finished he returned to the room and found me up,
and getting dressed.

"What? No third time? It's the charm you know," he said with a glint in his
gray eyes. He had come close to me so I pulled him in tight and kissed him
while my hands played with his slender, tight butt. Thin as he was, TC had
very delicious and fairly firm butt, the globes protruding out nicely from
the small of his back.

"We have time for that later horny boy," I said after releasing him. "I
want to get you clothed and since it's still quite early I see no reason
for not getting a start on that task right now so clothe that delicious
body and let's roll out. Instead of his clothes I had him wear the ones I
had loaned him and we headed downstairs to the reconverted carriage
house. I had him wait while started the Corvette then went to the garage
and backed the Lincoln out. I then moved the Corvette into the garage,
returned to the front of the house and got in the Lincoln.

The car had belonged to my grandmother and, as she had, I loved it. A
nineteen sixty-four continental, the rear doors were suicide doors, that is
they opened out backwards. The car, a very deep Maroon with white leather
interior, was the same model that JFK was in when he was assassinated. It
had been the recipient of a full frame off restoration the year I moved
into the house. It had been neglected for a good ten years and I'd ordered
the restoration as much for my grandmother as myself but she passed away
before having a chance to see its completion.

"Jeez," TC exclaimed when he got in, "this is way cool ride Jess. How many
cars to you have anyhow?" I owned five at that time: The Corvette, the
Lincoln, a nineteen sixty three Studebaker Avanti, and two Bentley's; a
silver Continental GT and an Arnage T. There were various other vehicles,
truck type things, that were used mostly on the property and kept in a
separate garage but I didn't really count those.

"Cool," was the boy's response.

While I didn't want to appear cheap, I wanted to lessen the response that
we both knew was going to come from Ed so I headed toward the outlet mall
where we could put the boy in brand named clothing at a cheaper price, said
price ending up in the five hundred dollar neighborhood by the time we were
done. For his part TC didn't care where the clothes came from. He would be
happy with most anything.

We started at the Jockey store where he chose a dozen pair of boxers,
asking me to come into the fitting room while he tried on a pair to check
the fit, the request eliciting a raised eyebrow and slight smile from the
outwardly gay young sales clerk. We also picked out socks, a four pack of
wife beater style undershirts, a pair of sport shorts, and a pair of cotton
pajama bottom to be used as lounging pants. TC chose to wear some of his
new clothing for the next part of our shopping spree. Since a Sketchers
store was close by we went there first and came out with three pair of
footwear, one of them work boots that would be put to use the following
day.  We dumped all of his purchases into the trunk of the car and headed
for the Levi store where we scored three pair of 501's-two in denim blue
and one in black-along with a couple of denim work shirts. From there it
was to the Tommy Hilfiger store where we picked out some nicer shirts and
pants. We also found some short jeans and since it was summer we picked up
a couple pair, TC electing to wear one of them right away instead of the
sport shorts which was fine since he had a terrific ass. Without any input
from me, TC had chosen pants that fit him and not the "two sizes too big"
pants that would hang off his slender waist.

We still needed some every day t-shirts so piled in the Lincoln and headed
toward a regular mall and a store called the T-shirt Warehouse, a very
appropriate name. They had every color, style, logo or other design
imaginable and after thirty minutes of shopping TC came away with a dozen
that he liked. Since we were close to a JC Penney store I asked him if he
was particularly attached to the long hair and he admitted that he wasn't.
At eight thirty we walked out, both of us freshly shorn, with TC sporting a
terrific new style; very short on the sides and back, longer on top and in
front and gelled. The kid looked even cuter than he had before and when I
told him so he blushed.

"How about some desert cute boy," I asked him eliciting yet another
blush. He said that would be great so we headed to Cold Stone and had
double scoops of ice cream before heading back to my place.

"I love all the clothes Jess," TC said as we parked the car but I don't
even know where I'm going to put them. I don't have a dresser home." A plan
had been formulating in mind about the boy's situation while he was busy
trying on clothes so I presented it to him. I pointed out to him that
summer had just barely started and I was planning on having him work for me
all summer long. He nodded his head saying that he wanted to be able to pay
me back for the clothes.

"No way. That's my gift but we'll tell Ed that's what you're doing and
hopefully that will help take some of the pressure about the clothes of off
both of us." He nodded his head in agreement.

 "Next, since he doesn't seem to care where you stay, why don't you just
stay here, at least for the time being.  Hell I've got eleven bedrooms not
to mention the servant's quarters. Do you think that would pose a problem?"
He shook his head.

"No, I don't think so Jess. Besides, I'll tell my mom when he's not
around. That means I'd have my own room huh?" I nodded my head and said
that is just what that meant.

"What about being with you? I mean, about being sexy and stuff. Can we
still do that?"

"Of course we can TC but we still need to maintain the image of you having
your own room. Doesn't mean that you have to spend all your time there. He
smiled and hugged me. It took two trips to get all the bags into the
kitchen and from there I put them in the dumbwaiter and pushed the button
for the second floor. I had him follow me through a doorway into the
breakfast area and through another archway into the Morning Room, a large
living room type affair, where we took a set of polished wood stairs to the
second floor where we found and unloaded the dumbwaiter. Although it was
still a wee bit of a trek to the opposite end of the house it was much
better than having to pack the stuff through rooms, hallways, and up the
stairs and down more hallways.  We stopped at the last door on the left
before reaching my bedroom where I managed to get the door open and led him
in.

While not quite as sumptuous as my suite this bedroom still put most
bedrooms to shame. It was huge, its d^Ācor done in various blue tones,
including the bathroom tiles, hence the title "The Blue Room". Like my
room, it had a full sized sitting area, another antique four-poster king
sized bed in it's own room behind a set of arched double doors. The
bathroom, walk in closet, and dressing area were to the right inside the
door main door and accessible from the bedroom as well as the sitting
room. My bedroom and his were connected by a sliding panel on the shared
wall the closet areas, a not uncommon practice in the days where propriety
was all-important. I was sure that, over the home's history, the lords of
the manor had put the passageway to good use. I elected not to tell TC
about it though, at least not right then. He was excited enough as it was.

"Gosh Jess this room is huge, it's almost as big as the house we're in." He
wandered through the rooms, investigating and admiring everything. "Does
the fireplace work too?" he asked and I told him that indeed, it was a
working fireplace but that it wasn't to be used to get rid of excess paper
trash to which he nodded his head affirmatively. After checking everything
out he came to me and hugged me, just about as tight a hug as I'd ever
received. " This is amazing. You're amazing. Thank you." I told him he was
more than welcome then suggested that he put his things away.

The boy went about removing tags and stowing clothes while we chatted
aimlessly, for the most part, before getting down to the business of his
"working" for me. I explained that he would most likely be involved in a
myriad of things from moving furniture to cleaning up to helping the
gardener or other workmen in whatever capacity they could use him. He would
be paid day labor wages at fourteen dollars an hour with all the various
taxes taken out.  If he were lucky he would learn some basic skills from
the various workers who were plying their trades on the estate. By the time
he was finished the big hand was nudging ten so I told TC that it was
nearing my bedtime and I needed a shower.

"I could use another one too Jess," said, adding, "can maybe we take one
together?"

"I see no problem with that at all TC." Before heading to my room I showed
him the laundry chute explaining that Mrs. English had one of the day maids
do the laundry on a daily basis so just drop things into it. Anything put
in the laundry at night would be in his room by seven thirty the following
morning, if requested. He was a little bit amazed at that, asking how the
laundry people knew that he was there or which room was his. I told him I'd
show him once we were back in my room and there, I picked up the phone in
my sitting room, punched a button then spoke into the receiver,

"Mrs. English, we have a guest in the blue room. No rush on the laundry."
Then I explained to TC that she would see the message on the kitchen phone
when she arrived at five forty five the next morning. As soon as the day
maid came in at six the laundry basket in a discrete downstairs closet
would be checked, as it generally was first thing every morning. Obviously
the maid would be able to tell that the clothes weren't mine but in any
case she would be notified that we have a guest and so his clothes would
find their way to his sitting room almost as soon as they came out of the
dryer if need be but most certainly by eight thirty in any case."

"Neat," he said with a smile. He followed me into my dressing area and we
both began to undress. I showed him my laundry chute, putting my clothes
into it was I undressed. When he got to his underwear he asked if he should
drop them in since they were new and only been worn for a few hours. I
explained that he had a dozen pair so he didn't need to worry too much
about conserving them or even washing them unnecessarily especially since
his laundry would be taken care of as long as he stayed at Peregrine
Hall. So, I watched as he shucked his new boxers and dumped them down the
chute then turned back to me, his cock sort of swinging with the
movement. I was actually surprised that the boy wasn't already hard, given
the nature of teenage boys. I didn't say anything but simply nodded my
head.

He followed me through the bathroom proper, the floor done in a tiles of
rose and white, by my huge sunken tub and into the shower area, simply a
tiled room behind a gently curved wall, the showerheads set so that water
stayed in the room where it belonged. Once wetted, I offered to wash him
and TC acquiesced, standing with his hands against the shower wall to
support himself, while I lathered washed his shoulders and back. When I got
to his butt I re-soaped my hands with the mildly scented liquid soap that I
favored, and gently but firmly went over the glorious pale orbs. I didn't
hesitate to slide inside and, finding his puckered muscle, ran my fingers
back and forth across it. I used a long enough stroke to push up against
his balls and actually squeezing them gently in my soapy hand. The entire
exercise caused the boy to moan loudly and he moved one foot wider to allow
me even better access.

After four or five laps between his smooth thighs I turned him around, his
rock hard cock rubbing against my thigh. I had added more soap to my hands
and, looking him in the eyes, wiped down his neck, chest and lower belly
before stepping slightly closer and kissing him while at the same time
grasping his cock and stroking with one hand and cupping his balls with the
other. The action caused him to groan, the sounds emanating from his
throat, while his hands went to my head to hold me in place while he kissed
the shit out of me.

"Oh man Jess I'm gonna cum." The words were barely out of his mouth when I
felt his shaft thicken and he groaned. I felt the warmth of his sperm as it
hit my belly and as he started to sag from the feelings I put my free hand
on his butt to help keep him in place. TC leaned against me, his arms
around my neck and his head on my shoulder as I continued to stroke him,
encouraging his body to give up every bit of liquid that it was capable of
producing in one orgasm. When I figured that the show was over I put my
other hand on his ass and held him close to me.

"That was intense," he finally said into my neck then kissed me there
before moving away from me. I smiled and told him I was glad he liked the
experience then turned him around and pulled the detachable showerhead
down, adjusted the spray to fine mist, then went about rinsing off those
things which made him boy, the more gentle mist necessary against his
sensitive organ. When it was done, I shifted the spray back to normal and
completed the project. Needless to say TC was interested in quid pro quo so
I allowed him to wash me and of course he pretty much did exactly what I'd
done to him. When he got to the stroking part I told him it would take
forever unless he concentrated on the swollen head so he did as I requested
and in a short time my balls were giving up their juices as well, spurting
out onto the boy's body. I love cumming in the shower. It's so fucking
intense.

We did a quick rinse, dried off and went back into the sitting area. I told
him that I needed to get some water and headed out the door with TC in
tow. Halfway down the hall, almost to the stairs, I entered a small utility
room that contained a variety of cleaning items as well as a
refrigerator. I retrieved an insulated mug from a cupboard, filled it with
ice and then ice water from the refrigerator side, which also held a
variety of soda's as well as fruit and other snack foods that required
chilling. I'd had the thing installed four years before when I got tired of
traipsing downstairs for such items. It was a big fucking house and from my
room, a long fucking walk to the kitchen. I screwed the top on the mug and
we went back to my room where we climbed into bed and TC snuggled right in.

"I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me Jess. I feel like, I
dunno, like someone really cares, someone who'll stand up for me. I know my
mom cares but she's weak, ya know?" I told him it was my pleasure and that
I had no doubt that he not only appreciated it fully but that he would also
make it up by being a good worker and, simply put, a good boy, even though
neither of those things were required of him. He was quiet for a little
while and I was starting to drift off when he spoke in a quiet voice.

"He's going to come here you know. Ed I mean. He's gonna wanna know where
I'm staying, if only to prove to himself that I'm whoring myself out. And
he won't be nice Jess. He won't be nice at all. Ed's big and he's
mean. Just so you know." I told TC that it would all work out and not to
worry about it. In my own mind I wondered briefly whether the confrontation
would be best if it happened at the YMCA where I taught Kung Fu or here at
my home. On the one hand, I reasoned, maybe seeing me in my instructor
environment would give him pause to rethink any aggressiveness he might be
considering. On the other hand I sort of doubted it and I didn't wish to
embarrass him in front of my students for that creates an even angrier man,
and often a vengeful one to boot.  I decided I'd let the thing play out the
way it was going to and deal with it as best I could when it did.

Chapter II

I woke up the next morning at my usual time of six fifteen, TC spooned up
to me, with my arm around his chest and my piss hard on pressed into his
slender, naked little butt. I gently pulled my arm away and padded into the
bathroom to relieve a swollen bladder, thus reducing other swelling, then
past the dressing area into my sitting room where my morning items waiting
for me. This time however my coffee carafe was partnered with 2 other
smaller carafe's, these ones I knew would be filled with chocolate milk and
orange juice for TC. If Mrs. English didn't know that the boy was sleeping
in my bed, she did know that I would make the beverages and chilled glass
available to him myself, the liberty of making entry into a guests room
never done by any of the house staff until I gave permission to do so. I'm
sure that my long time housekeeper strongly suspected my attraction to
teenage boys after all I never dated as far as she knew and a majority of
the few houseguests I ever had were male, and those were mostly teenage
boys. She had worked for the wealthy all of her life; was used to their
idiosyncratic behaviors. Couple that with extremely fair treatment,
excellent pay, full benefits that included a new car of her choice every
three years, and her lips were sealed, her opinion kept to herself. I
should add that "car of her choice" did have some limitations. Fucked if I
was gonna spend anything over seventy K despite it being a write-off that I
could definitely use.

I sat down and poured coffee then began to peruse the first of three
newspapers that I devoured every weekday morning. I was halfway through the
Wall Street Journal when I heard the faint sound of the toilet flushing,
sound didn't travel far in this house, then the appearance of a naked
teenage boy, his hair all akimbo and a smile on his cute smooth face. His
cock bobbed slightly as he approached me and I felt myself stir at the
sight but kept my legs crossed anyway. We had things to do that morning.

"Morning sunshine," I said as he approached, "chocolate milk in the white
carafe and OJ in the red. If you'll excuse me I need to take care of
business," and stood up. Taking a paper and full cup of coffee I headed to
the bathroom, returning fifteen minutes later to find TC ensconced in the
remnants of my WS Journal.  I asked if he read it often and he said he did
whenever he could find a free copy. I found that very interesting indeed,
that he enjoyed that type and level of interest and made a mental note to
discuss it with him sometime soon.

"Well, we need to shower, get dressed and downstairs for breakfast," I told
him before picking up the phone and letting the kitchen know we'd be down
in fifteen minutes.  He asked if he could shower with me again and I told
him that was fine but that we didn't have time to play, which he agreed
to. Ten minutes later we were out and dried off and TC said he'd go change.

"What if someone sees me Jess, coming from your room I mean?" I told him
that, aside from my morning coffee and/or other instructions, no one but
myself or guests should be on this floor until eight so he could wander
about naked if his little heart desired. He laughed and started out the
door, stopping to ask me if he should be dressing for work. I nodded my
head and off he went.

"Throw your towel down the chute," I called out after him before my door
closed. Less than five minutes later we met in the hall and went down to
the kitchen to be served a prefect Mrs. English breakfast, which consisted
of almost anything you could want. I introduced the two and explained that
TC would be staying indefinitely, probably through the summer. Not having
any family of her own, Mrs. English would end up taking on TC as a
surrogate grandson and in essence spoiling him rotten.

After breakfast the first person I introduced TC to was Kwan Chen my full
time gardener although outdoorsman was a better description of the man's
abilities. To make things simple, I decided to introduce TC to everyone
working at the house as a friend of the family. I explained that the boy
would be working for me all summer and if there were things he could do to
help any of them all they needed to do was ask as I was hoping that he
would learn some things from the experience. From there we went to the
carriage house and I made the same introduction to Tony, the construction
foreman on that part of the job, who was handling the renovation of the
carriage house and told him that anything he could teach TC would be
great. The renovation was a major undertaking as I was changing how the
cars would fit into the otherwise four car garage, opening it up into a
huge open car bay that could hold up to a dozen vehicles. The upstairs,
which had been ten rooms for servants, was going to be redone into a
two-bedroom apartment, the rest of the space turned into my exercise room
and martial arts studio. I had no idea, for sure, what the hell I was going
to do with the apartment although I'd considered trying to lure
Mrs. English to move up from the gatehouse at the other end of the
property.

The gatehouse was situated just inside the boundary line of the estate. Way
back when, the original entryway had been down there and thus a small
guardhouse had been built to monitor traffic, small being a seven room
stone cottage. The sale of land, both ours and our neighbors, and eventual
installation of new public roads had necessitated the building of our
current entry and driveway so the guardhouse stayed empty for about thirty
years. It had been remodeled in the thirties so my grandmother's brothers
could use it as a sort of bachelor pad while they were in high school and
college. She told me that rumor had it that any number of girls had their
"awakening" in that cottage during my grand uncles residency. The cottage
had been remodeled again about sixteen years ago expressly so that
Mrs. English could be close to the house and thus my grandmother.

"We're going to have to get the cars out of here Mr. Kendall," Tony said,
"before we can go any further." We had already designated the area in front
of the chapel as the parking space. At the opposite end of the house, it
was out of the way of where all the major stuff was going on and there no
trees or other things to fall on or otherwise mar them. We opened the
carriage house doors and I fired up the Vette, and the Avanti letting them
come up to temperature before moving them. Meanwhile Tony and I moved the
Bentleys and the Lincoln and by the time that was done, the others were
ready to go.

"What do you think about going to see your mom and letting her know where
you're at and what's going on?" I asked him once the cars were moved. He
said that would be a good idea. I elected to take the Bentley GT as I
hadn't driven it much and enjoyed the raw power that the car had. The 560
horse power, double V, twelve cylinder engine would get you from 0-60 in
4.5 seconds, from 30-50 in 1.8 seconds. It was a kick ass car and it was
fucking fun to drive and in my mind worth every penny of the hundred and
fifty thousand dollar price tag.  TC thought so too.

"This is totally sweet Jess," he said as he buckled in. Once we hit the
public road at the bottom of my driveway we made it a mile from my house in
less than half a minute. TC looked at me with a huge smile and said, "I
want one."  His mother worked as a maid at the Ramada Inn just off the
interstate north of downtown and thirty minutes later we were pulling into
its parking lot. While I don't espouse lying, TC said that he was going to
tell her that he had been panhandling for spare change at Wal-Mart,
something that she knew he'd done and on more occasions than he cared to
tell me about. I had told him that I wouldn't give him change but I'd give
him job. It was a small lie but one that I could live with since, as TC
said, we needed something better as a cover story than my picking him up
like a trick, which is what big Ed would accuse him of no matter what we
told his mother.  I elected to stay in the car. If his mother wanted to
meet me then fine, if not, there was no reason for me to be there when her
son told her where he was going to be.

I saw TC coming out of the building about five minutes later, a small-ish
woman with him. As they got close to the car I could see that she was worn
down. Mousey brown hair, little makeup, her housekeeper's uniform hanging
off of her slender frame. I got out of the car as they approached and as
soon at they reached me TC introduced us. Her handshake was light, almost
feeble, her demeanor hesitant or shy. She was barely over thirty and looked
fifty. Over all she reminded me of a dog that had been kicked too many
times and I felt my blood boil as my mind envisioned a variety of scenarios
that she'd had to live with, none of them pleasant.

Her name was Jackie and she immediately thanked me for the clothes on her
son's back. I clarified just as quickly that he was paying for them and she
asked just what kind of work he was going to be doing. I gave her the short
story about remodeling my house and that the foreman had asked me the day
before if I knew any kid that needed a summer job, another small but
necessary lie. She then asked about his staying at my home and I explained
that when TC told me about his living arrangement I suggested he just stay
at the house. She seemed embarrassed about that and elected not to discuss
it further. I also told her that work started early so his being there was
as much as a convenience for him as my construction crew. I told her where
the house was and that she was welcome to stop by any time to see her son
or was welcome to call. She thanked me again and said that she had to get
back to work and that was the end of that. TC walked her back to where
she'd come from, his strong and upright young body a vivid contrast to her
dowdy slumped one. She hadn't asked for the phone number.

When he got back in the car TC was quiet so I let him be. He didn't talk
until we were past Wal-Mart and less then five minutes from my
property. "It's pretty sad, ya know. She's just beaten down, worn out from
having to deal with Ed. I don't imagine my father was any better." He was
quiet a moment then went on. "She's nervous about my staying at your house
but happy because she knows that her house just sucks for me. She says that
Ed is going to have a fit about it." When I asked if he would hurt her he
said he didn't know. While Ed was verbally abusive he had never seen Ed be
physical with his mother but it wouldn't surprise him if he had been.  He
was still a little pensive when we got back home and since it was nudging
eleven and everyone would be breaking for lunch in an hour I asked if he'd
like to just take it easy and start work after lunch.

"Are you sure Jess?" I nodded my head. "I think maybe I'd like that." I
asked if he wanted to be alone and he shook his head saying that actually
he'd rather not be alone right then. I suggested a tour of the house since
he hadn't seen much of it and he said that would be cool.

We went in through the utility room and he used the bathroom while I went
into the kitchen. Mrs. English was there preparing lunch for the entire
work crew, which endeared her to them, and I explained a little bit about
what was going on and she clucked like a mother hen.

"Maybe a fresh batch of brownies would cheer him up," she suggested and
when I said it certainly couldn't hurt she went about that task as though
it were the most important thing she could possibly do at that moment. When
TC came out of the bathroom we headed out of the kitchen, first stop the
dining room.

Before I go any further, it would be very helpful to have some idea of the
overall layout of the house or none of this will make sense. So, as you
look down on the house as if it were a floor plan think of an "I" laying on
it's side, so now if you were to look at the house from the front, the top
and bottom of the "I" are now the left and right ends with the entry hall
dead center of the entire. Now, the ends of the "I" aren't just squared off
but rounded outward, as though a turret sat at each corner. To get some
idea of the size of the place, the ends of the "I" are each about twenty
five feet wide and a hundred and twenty feet long so the overall width of
the house is well over two hundred feet while the depth of the central part
is about a ninety feet. Picture now, the central core of the house divided
in half from end to end, the division line called the Long Gallery, a
hallway that was filled with portraits and other artwork, that runs almost
the full length of the house.  So lets see if I can make this easy.

Go back to looking down at the house from above. In the top right corner of
the laying down "I" is the breakfast room or small informal dining room,
the bottom right is the formal dining room and in between them is the
kitchen and butlers pantry, the butlers pantry being at one end of the long
gallery. At the other end, the top left corner of the "I" is the solarium,
the bottom left is the library, another hallway running between the two
with large floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto a small, enclosed
meditation garden that sat between that end of the house and the chapel
some forty feet away.

Envision the central core of the house, bisected by the long hallway. A
majority of the top half is the Great Room, a place for large gatherings of
people. At the solarium end is the music room and the other end is the
Morning room, which abuts the Breakfast room, both rooms of equal size. The
Great Room had been the Grand Ball Room in earlier days but having grand
balls, dances that is, fell out of fashion.

The bottom half of the house has the entry hall, a fifty foot wide by forty
foot deep, two storied room dead center at the front of the house. On each
side, wide stone staircases curve up to the second floor. To the right of
the entry is the drawing room and next to that the china room whose main
entrance is from the formal dining room. All three of these areas are
bordered by the front of the house and the long gallery.

On the left side of the entry, the two rooms are laid out so they are
stacked one above each other and not side by side. Of course that means
that the one on top doesn't have windows, which is great because it's the
theater.  Below it, with tall floor to ceiling windows is the billiards
room.  The Drawing Room and Morning Room are like living rooms, albeit two
to three times larger than your standard living room. The morning room is
usually reserved for family members while the Drawing Room is where the
lord or lady would receive individual or small groups of quests.

There are a number of bathrooms in the house, thirteen of them I think, a
variety of closets or other small household rooms, an elevator and two more
sets of stairs. The ceilings in all of the rooms are built in any number of
ways but all contain copious amounts of intricately carved wood or
plasterwork, paintings or other such things. There is no plain ceiling in
the house, even the kitchen area or the utility room, the latter being like
a large box that had been added to that end of the house as an
afterthought. Which it was. A majority of the furniture is antique, some of
it hundreds of years old, as is the artwork which consists of paintings &
sketches, statuary, pottery, porcelain and tapestries. Many of the rooms
have very expensive carpeting as well, area rugs of course and not wall to
wall. What floors are not done in hardwood are tile, both always laid in
beautiful color and patters. There are as many fireplaces as there are
bathrooms it seems and they ranged from huge and ornate, such at the
matching pair in the Great Room, to small and unadorned in some of the
third floor bedrooms.  Chandeliers abound in the house as well, the one in
the Entryway being an elaborate and monstrous thing that takes almost three
days to clean.

So, when TC came out of the bathroom we went through the hug kitchen and
into the formal dining room. As I said, it sat eighteen people at the
custom-made table that sat lengthwise in the center of the room but there
was plenty of leeway to add smaller tables if there were more quests. The
sideboards and a large part of the walls were all dark Walnut and a
fireplace sat in the center of the outside wall. Adjacent to the formal
dining room is the China room with floor to ceiling cabinets made of the
same type of wood, all of them having elaborate leaded glass windows that
showed off six or seven complete, and completely different, sets of dishes
and glassware. Various house mistresses had chosen patterns that suited
them or their moods and so the sets ranged from the mostly plain Baltic
design pattern of Adam's Staffordshire china to the busier Wedgwood Blue
Claude design to the more colorful sets of Franciscan Apple and Fiesta
ware, the latter set a combination of Fiesta's Radioactive Red and Cobalt
blue. Each set of dishes was a complete service for forty-eight.  Needless
to say there were accompanying silver sets.

Leaving the dining room put us in the Long Gallery, the wide hallway that
bisected the house length-wise.  Directly across from the entry vestibule
are huge double doors that open onto the Great Room. Actually they retract
into recesses in the walls. Centered perfectly in the house and a hundred
feet long, the Great Room took up about half of the backside of the house
and like rest of the rooms was finished in elaborately carved dark
wood. With wide, floor to ceiling windows to provide plenty of light, it
was artfully arranged so that there were numerous sitting areas for small
groups and/or privacy and also held a concert grand piano. It had two huge
fireplaces, one on each end of the room, and three sets of French doors
that exited out onto the wide balcony that that reached across the entire
back of the house and overlooked elaborate garden's and fruit trees.

>From the Great Room we continued down the Long Gallery, almost to the end
where I showed him the music room on the right and the theater on the
left. The music room was large enough to hold some forty quests along with
musicians and instruments while the theater sat thirty in very comfortable
partially reclining seats. I was considering redoing the theater into more
of a media room since the advent of seven zillion TV channels and easy,
cheap access to film made home theaters somewhat obsolete.

At the end of the hallway was a sitting room that looked out onto a
meditation garden and courtyard that was enclosed on all four sides by the
house and the chapel, a wall at the front and a hallway that led out to the
chapel from the solarium. That particular hallway, and chapel entry,
originally, were only used by the lords and ladies of the manor so that
they didn't have to hobnob with masses that used the main entrance. Of
course they had a private box in the chapel as well.

On the left of the sitting room was the library, which contained over four
thousand volumes, most leather bound first or limited editions, some
hundreds of years old. A discreet circular staircase on one corner led up
to my suite of room on the second floor. The last room, the Billiards room,
was bordered by the Library, Entry, Theater and front wall of the house and
could be accessed from the Entry way as well as the Library. It was more of
a Game room than strictly the Billiards room, having antique tables with
elaborately inlaid boards for chess, backgammon and cribbage. It also
contained a fully stocked bar.

We left the billiards room and went into the solarium, truly a magnificent
room. Two stories high, its marble floor was exquisitely done in intricate
patters of white, greens and yellows. Because of the amount of glass and
its size, it included many tropical plants including full sized palm trees
and huge trailing plants and ferns.  Because the sun and heat could be
oppressive and damaging during the summer season, electronically operated
shutter had been installed on domed ceiling for protection. A computerized
ventilation system had been installed to open or close certain window so
that the temperature in the room was fairly well maintained between
seventy-five and eighty-five degrees.

"This is so totally cool Jess," TC said as he looked about. I agreed with
him and said there was one more thing to see. Well actually there were two
more floors and almost five hundred acres but I didn't press it. We left
the solarium by way of the wide, tiled breezeway, narrow windows set in the
outside wall while large arched windows overlooked the private garden on
the left. We were headed to the chapel and entered it from behind the
raised area, like a stage, where the Alter and pulpit had been. Another
door let into main body of the chapel and as soon as the door was opened we
were assaulted by the odor and the humidity. Stepping around the raised
dais we came face to face with a large swimming pool.

Like many large and often isolated estates, Peregrine Hall had a chapel to
take care of the spiritual needs of its owners, but more importantly it's
workers, and it did its job for nearly a hundred years. By the end of the
First World War it was no longer being used, and some time after that my
great grandmother and her husband had been guests at Hearst's Enchanted
Hill at San Simeon California where they had experienced the Roman Pool.
Built inside and practically in the basement of the castle, the pool was a
magnificent and opulent piece of art and architecture. It wouldn't do but
what they had to have a pool as well but because of the water table
(remember there was a large lake barely three hundred feet from the front
of house) a basement, let alone one with a pool, was out of the question at
Peregrine Hall. So, they converted the chapel and created their own piece
of opulence although nothing near as grand as Hearst's.

Almost as wide as the chapel, a small church really, the pool was almost
Olympic size in length with a ten-foot expanse of stone around all but one
end of the pool. The back of the chapel, near the main entry as well as the
shallow end of the pool, had a twenty-foot expanse of stone that offered
space for lounges and tables and large potted palms. Like all chapels, ours
had narrow high windows whose tops were arched just like the chapel roof.
Much of the panes were leaded and stained, depicting various religious
scenes or icons, between which were eight foot tall pedestals upon which
religious statues had sat. Some of those statues were still there, while
others had been replaced with nudes and other non-religious statuary. A
number of the original pews were spaced along the walls at the side of the
pool along with huge potted plants or trees.

At the Alter end was a diving board and the raised pulpit that sat on top,
and in one corner of, the dais, the latter having been redone to accomodate
a slide. The Alter and pulpit platform area, which was almost as wide as
the chapel and a good fifteen feet deep, had been remodeled into changing
areas complete with showers and toilets while underneath it, the heating
and pumping units for the pool were hidden. Also under the platform was a
pumping system that pulled the humidity through large vents close to the
ceiling and transferred it into the solarium. The private box for the lord
of the manor and their guests had been converted into a sauna.  At this
point we didn't have a hot tub or Jacuzzi and I didn't figure I really
needed one since the tub in my bedroom was just about as large and as
functional as both.

"This is freaking incredible," TC said as he walked into the poolroom and
along it's side.  "The way the colors are done is way cool and those
windows are awesome." The floor of the pool was done in varying colors of
aquamarine so as to mimic nature, the color changing subtly as the pool got
deeper." Man, I wish I had a swimming suit," he added.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Well, to go swimming of course."

"Don't need one," I said, as I began unbuttoning my shirt and of course he
asked what if someone came in. I explained that the front doors were locked
and that the entry off of the solarium was used mainly by guests and, in
any case, none of the staff had any reason or business being there. If I
was needed my cell phone could be paged and would let me know who needed me
and for what.

"So," I said as I pulled my shirt off, "we have total privacy and no need
for bathing suits. TC didn't waste a moment getting out of his clothes,
dropping them where he stood while I was a little more meticulous and
placed mine on one of the lounge chairs. Once naked, I walked along the
pools edge to the diving board and as I mounted it, saw TC coming along the
other side of the pool, a huge smile on his face, his cock swaying as he
quick-walked. God I loved naked boys. I dove in, surfacing about midway
down the pool and turned in time to see TC standing at the board's end,
readying for a dive, and then executing it and surfacing next to me.

"That feels so good," he exclaimed then headed for the pools edge for a
trip on the curving slide which provided an almost twenty foot drop into
the pool. I did a couple of laps while TC played and fifteen minutes later
a glance at the large wall clock at the back of the room indicated that
lunch would most likely be ready soon. I called out to TC that we needed to
go.

"Lets take a shower," I said and he followed me up and into the men's
changing area and into the open shower.  Needless to say, within two
minutes we were both as hard as the tile floor so I got to my knees and
sucked his cock while I stroked the shaft and cupped his balls. It didn't
take long before he said he was going to cum so I stopped and stood up. He
started to get to his knees and I stopped him.

"Wait," I said, then slathered both our groins in soap then pulled him to
me. "You'll love this," I told him and held onto his slender butt and
started kissing him. I pulled him tight to me, mashing our hard cocks side
by side against both firm, soapy bellies. Holding onto his ass I began to
slow hump against him then moved my lips to his neck, the two actions
causing him to moan loudly. I moved him against the shower wall and began a
serious hump, TC holding on to my ass as well and moving back against
me. It didn't take a long time before we were both at the edge and I
alternated my humping with a grind my hips in a circular motion.

"Oh fuuuuck" TC groaned out and I knew he was cumming, which only helped
bring my sperming on as well and we both groaned, gasped for air, and
sagged as sperm oozed out of both cocks to mix with each other and the
soap. I was glad I had the boy against the wall or I think we both would
have fallen to the floor. After a solid minute and a half of labored
breathing he said,

"You're right. I loved it," and kissed me. We stepped away from each other
and rinsed off then stepped out of the shower. "What do we use for towels?"
he asked. I smiled and walked to the far end of the small room where a
large piece of sheet metal with hinges on one side was attached to the
wall. Three feet wide and almost five feet high, I pulled it open,
revealing an inside that was covered in a thin coating of rubber and
exposing a metal grating on the wall. It looked like a wall-mounted heater,
only four times the size of a normal one, which it was.  I pushed a button
that activated a commercial dryer sized element in the wall and when it
reach it's full heating capacity fifteen seconds later a blower came on
automatically, blowing hot air through the vent. A rheostat controlled the
fan speed and I jacked that up almost full blast. In essence it was like a
wall heater and hair dryer combined, a huge version of the hand dryers in
men's restrooms. We could have stored towels in there for those impromptu
swims like the one we just took, but over time moisture would seep in and
dampen them. This was an easier, and way more fun, way to handle the drying
problem and negated the necessity of storing or remembering to bring towels
to the pool.

"This is so cool," TC said as he stood in front of the blower and wiped
himself down with his hands to help facilitate the drying process. "Or
hot," he added. We lifted cocks and balls, turned and spread cheeks, bent
to ruffle our hair, and did whatever other gyrations were needed in order
to get to all the nooks and cranny's. After five minutes I shut the thing
down and we went back out, got dressed and headed to the kitchen for
another of Mrs. English's fantastic meals. TC got to know the work crew
over lunch and went off to help Tony after the half an hour post lunch
siesta. As for me, I had business to attend to.

Sarah Houghton, one of my neighbors, and I had a standing appointment at
her home every Wednesday at 2 in the afternoon.. My grandmother had
introduced us not long after I moved to Peregrine Hall and I liked the old
bird right off the bat. Mrs. English referred to her as that "Lisbon" woman
and the first time I heard her say it I had no idea what she was talking
about. I finally figured out that she meant Lesbian. Sara Houghton was in
fact an old dyke, although one with elegance and class, and I had ended up
coming out to her fairly early on which of course endeared me to her. Along
with my weekly visits, I often drove her to functions that she wished to
attend.

Sarah's grandfather had purchased four hundred and twenty five acres from
us at the turn of the century, built a country cottage of some eighteen
rooms, named it Houghton Place and used the property mostly as a getaway
during the summer months and on long weekends. Sarah had been an only child
and was thus, the end of that part of her family's line. At eighty one
years old she was still as mentally alert and snappy as she had been in her
halcyon days when she rubbed elbows with the likes of Tennessee Williams,
Edna Ferber, Edward Gorey, Gertrude Stein, Truman Capote and numerous other
"important people" of the fifties and sixties. She had resided exclusively
at Houghton Place since the early seventies and alone after her life long
companion passed away in eighty-two.

I'd often heard Sarah lament about how the countryside was "going to hell
in a hand basket"; that she had no one that she cared to leave the property
to and so it would likely be snapped up by some developer from Texas and
then what would happen? Sarah was one of the old Brahman type families that
didn't acknowledge the Southern states. She had often dropped hints that I
purchase Houghton Place and thus preserve it but what happened that
afternoon totally floored me. When I got home an hour and a half later most
of the shock had worn off but I still went upstairs to the private study
that was part of my suite of rooms to think on the afternoon's bizarre
transaction and while I rarely drank, I snagged a beer from the snack
fridge on my way down the hall.

The bottom line was that Sarah had given me her property, every square inch
of it, lock stock and barrel. That included the house and furnishing and
all out buildings. It was, at a minimum, a four million dollar gift and her
reasoning was simple. She had no one else except some upstart shirttail
relatives and screw them. She refused to sell it to a developer or give it
to a charity that would sell it to a developer, she knew that I was
interested in expanding my property, that I was anti-development, and that
I was gay, the latter weighing a lot I was sure.

What Sarah had done was placed it all in a non-revoke-able trust which
meant that neither of us could sell or encumber the estate in any way or do
anything to the property except maintain it. She had lifetime estate, which
meant she could live in the house as long until she moved out or passed
away. I would be responsible for all taxes and maintenance while Sarah
would be handle the day-to-day operating expenses. Anything more than that
would require us to agree on said changes in writing. There were some other
small things but nothing worth mentioning. I did promise that I would watch
after her if her health became poor and would arrange for any medical help
that she might need, although she would pay the bills and if need be I
would ensconce her at Peregrine Hall so she'd never be alone. Anyway you
cut it I had been given a windfall although, compared to my overall wealth
it wasn't that much in terms of monetary gain. Until her death that is, and
that would provide yet another bizarre circumstance.

As I said-I'm beginning to hate that phrase- at twenty one I'd inherited a
trust fund and became a multi millionaire, multi being about three and a
half million and while I could have lived happily on just the interest,
after I sold off the stocks, there's no way I could have enjoyed the
lifestyle I was currently enjoying on that amount of money. Fortunately I
didn't have to rely on it for when my grandmother passed away I inherited
everything and while my family wasn't quite as wealthy as the Astor's,
Vanderbilt's, or Gould's there was still quite a considerable
fortune. Thankfully she'd had very good tax attorneys, accountants, brokers
and financial planners so the tax hit wasn't anywhere near as bad as it
could have been. At the time of this writing my net worth on paper was
around two hundred sixty five million dollars. That's on paper and doesn't
take into account the cash, gold and silver coins, and jewels that were
stashed in a walk in safe downstairs.

My grandmother had learned from her mother, who had learned from her father
who had learned from his father and so on, the principle of hiding as much
money as you could get away with in as liquid a form as you could
manage. Trust issues were big among my ancestors apparently. Those people
had been doing that for two or three hundred fucking years and my
grandmother ended up with the lion's share of it. Yes, that's right, there
was actually more. So as unbelievable as it seems, I had a private,
non-taxable, untraceable hoard of over twenty million dollars in the
house. AND! That was just the face value.

You see, the hoard was in whatever the coin of the realm was at the time it
was hoarded so a stack of gold or silver coins put away in eighteen ninety
that had a face value of say ten thousand dollars actually might have an
overall value of hundreds, or even thousands, of times that amount in the
current market. There were gold coins down there that were worth a hundred
thousand apiece and I had a roll of them. My maternal ancestors were high
profile bankers, among other things, so collected coins as they were
minted, rolls of them, all stored in neat little bank type coin trays, the
bills banded and stored in safe deposit type boxes, all with little printed
notes saying how much was in where.  There were velvet bags of loose
precious stones, many as big as your thumb.  There were gold nuggets the
size of golf balls, hell I didn't know what all was down there. I hadn't
the time or the energy to find out. What I did know was that my ancestors
knew what the fuck they were doing.  Also, I knew that I didn't need to
bother with hoarding. Who the fuck really needed to have more than what was
already fucking there. So, anyway,

All the paperwork was in order when I got to Sarah's and once I had agreed
to the terms all I had to do was sign on the dotted line, or lines. So it
was a done deal, the papers would be filed the next day and my holdings
increased to just over a thousand prime acres of land. Over the next five
years I would end up acquiring twice that much land and through much the
same means. As I had stated, this end of the county had been home to
numerous country estates, much of the property originally belonging to my
family. As such, many of the owners were old timers and as anti-development
as Sarah, my grandmother, and I all were. While many of them had family
that their land would pass to, they didn't trust the new generation of
relatives to keep it in its original state. I wouldn't ever receive a deal
like the one Sarah had given me but I would, for the most part, acquire the
land at very reasonable prices.

My house phone chimed so I picked it up to hear Mrs. English let me know
that dinner would be ready at five, it was now just short of four thirty. I
headed downstairs to see what had been done on the carriage house, talked
with Tony about the progress and he in turn told me that TC had worked well
that afternoon.

"He's a quick study Mr. Kendall and seems like a nice kid to boot." About
that time the boy in discussion came out of the building, the smile on his
face indicating that he was glad to see me. It appeared as though his work
clothes and gotten a good work out although a majority of it seemed to be
dust and not grime. Tony and his crew left and we went into the house where
I told him he'd have to leave his clothes in the utility room because
Mrs. English would have a fit if he traipsed dirt though the house.

"Well what can I wear to get up to my room Jess? I can't go through the
house naked while she's here." I explained that he didn't have to remove
his boxers, just his outer clothes and that we had a solution to the
problem in any case. I opened one of the many cabinet doors on one wall of
the room to reveal half a dozen bathrobes for just that purpose. I also
showed him where he could leave his work boots and, if he chose, a place to
leave his work clothes. He could wear a bathrobe down in the mornings or
even the lounging pants we'd bought, leave them in the closet, and thus
have something to wear back upstairs after work.

"You guys think of everything don'tcha?" he asked as he unlaced his boots
and kicked them off. I told him we tried. He stripped to his boxers, tossed
the clothes in a hamper, donned a bathrobe then followed me up the stairs
in the Morning Room. Going down the upstairs hall he skipped ahead of me
about ten feet and started doing a mildly erotic type of strip; wiggling
his slim little ass seductively, dropping one side of the robe to reveal
his bare shoulder and looking back at me with a pouty expression. He did a
quick turn and hugged one of pillars at the door of the main second floor
sitting room, crooking his bare leg up as though he were a pole dancer. I
laughed at his antics, which encouraged him to continue and just as we
reached his bedroom door he turned and pulled the robe open to reveal his
cock hanging in its default state out through the fly of his boxers.

"Come on big boy. Wanna help me take a shower?" he said, leaning backwards
against his doorframe like a pin-up girl then disappearing inside.  By the
time I got to his bathroom he was already in the shower. He poked his head
around the corner and asked if I was going to join him but I declined, not
really wanting to disrobe, get wet then get dressed again. He gave me a
pout but disappeared back inside to complete his chore. When he came out a
few minutes later I was holding a towel for him and watched as he went
about drying himself off. I elected to do his back for him, rubbing him
down and when I got to his delicious little butt I did that as well. I did
his legs, going down one leg and coming back up on the other and as I got
to the top he stepped out a little further so I slipped up inside, cupping
his balls in the towel from behind. I held a cheek open and moved back and
forth across his hole, causing him to moan. Before I could stand up he
turned around, almost poking me in the eye with his fully hard cock.

I didn't hesitate but took the rampant boy cock in my hand and closed my
mouth over the swollen head and sucked on him for about thirty seconds then
stopped and stood up. I took his hand and led him to his bed, turned and
pushed him forward so that he fell face down on the bed, his legs over the
side and feet on the floor. I got to my knees and gazed for a moment at the
underside of his smooth balls, the puddle mass lying against the edge of
the bed. I then peeled his cheeks open, revealing his puckered hole. I
leaned in and licked at his balls, moving the smooth bag around and
massaging the sensitive flesh with my tongue. TC wiggled his butt at the
feelings, his moans muffled by the comforter on his bed. I licked upward on
the seam of flesh that separates the scrotum and runs almost to the
asshole. I gazed for only a moment at the sight of his hairless muscle then
took a swipe at it with my tongue. I licked around it a few time then went
for the gusto, pushing my tongue into the tight hole as if trying to get my
tongue inside of him. In response, TC pushed his ass backwards as if to
open himself up to me even more. I pulled his cheeks as far open as I
could, knowing that was what he wanted, and happily licked and slurped my
way to oblivion. I loved rimming a boy, especially the first time because
it's so new to them.

I'd wished that I had some lube but decided that my own precum would
suffice so let one hand drop to unbutton and unzip my pants and free up my
cock. I went back to eating the boy's ass while my cock continued to leak
out juice. After about a minute I put my middle finger down and wiped it
across my piss slit and recovered a fair amount of liquid.

"Roll onto your back TC," I commanded and the boy did as I asked. "Move
back on the bed just a little bit and put your feet on the edge." Again he
did as I asked and when I stood up he saw my cock sticking out of my pants.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, uncertainty heavy in his young voice.

"Not with my cock no, but I am gonna use a finger. Just relax and trust
me."

"I trust you Jess." He said. I checked and found more precum and wiped it
up with my middle finger, which I then placed against the wrinkled flesh. I
pushed, and slipped inside of the boy just as pretty as you please,
eliciting yet another gasp from him. I put my free hand to work slowly
stroking his cock while the other one began sliding in and out of TC's
tight virgin hole. After a few trips in and out I got to his prostate and
that's when the noise started.

"Oh fuck Jess, that feels good," he moaned and tried to slide his butt down
a little further. My stroking picked up a little speed as my finger
massaged his little nut sized organ and then I noticed that he had a fair
amount of precum leaking out his cock head and since I was holding the
shaft upright it wasn't going anywhere. I moved my hand up and grasped just
his cock head and twisted my tightened fist around it as though I were
trying to unscrew it. That was pretty much it.

"Oh my Goooooooooooooood,"he groaned. He put his hands down and grasped
onto his cheeks and pulled them open for me and using his feet for leverage
began moving his ass around and thus enhancing the incredible feelings that
were already tearing through his young body.

"Oh shit oh fuck ohhhhhhhh," was about as far as he got. I felt his
prostate harden and his cock head swell a little. I moved my hand to the
shaft and stroked him hard, while my finger remained on his prostate and
massaged it. TC thrust his hips up off the bed as he came and because I had
his cock and a little bit of an angle, his first spurt of sperm shot clear
up over his shoulder! The next half dozen spurts landed on the shoulder, on
his lower belly, and everywhere in between, all the while he was moaning
like burn victim. Well, he certainly was hot. Things finally slowed down to
an ooze so I slowly pulled my finger out of his ass. That got me a moan
too.  I let go of him and went to his bathroom, wetted a washcloth and went
back and cleaned him off, making the trip twice in order to get him totally
sperm free. He lay there quietly and let me do the grooming task. I
returned the damp cloth to a rack in his bathroom then went back and lay on
the bed next to him and he immediately rolled reached up and pulled my head
to his and crammed his lips against mine.

"That was totally incredible," he said after breaking away from me, "what
did you do?" I explained his prostate, and how it worked adding that it
generally creates a more intense orgasm when stimulated. TC agreed with me.
My cell phone went off right then and a glance at it told me that dinner
was ready to be served, a message I passed to TC as I stood up and tucked
my still hard cock away. He scampered to his dressing room and was back in
two minutes wearing his sport shorts and t-shirt and with that, we headed
downstairs to eat.

After dinner we took the Cushman utility vehicle and roamed the property, a
short tour to show TC where various things were, such as a small dock and
rowboat for the lake, the gatehouse where Mrs. English lived, and where the
old stables had stood.  Well over half of the five hundred fifty five acres
was in timber and so accessible only on foot but I still I managed to give
him an accurate picture of the lay of the land. He asked if we could go out
on the lake and since it was still early I went back down to the dock and
we rowed out onto the lake. The body of water was easily fifteen acres in
size and was even listed on topographical as well as other maps as Shadow
Lake.

TC asked if there were fish in it and I told him there were, that at some
point he could come down and go fishing. He said that he didn't really know
how, had never done it and answered with a smile telling him I'd be more
than happy to teach him.

"What's that over there?" TC asked, pointing at two protruding rocks on the
far side of the lake.

"Well let's go see," I answered and began rowing in that direction,
reaching the spot five minutes later and rowing in to a narrow channel that
separate two huge boulders that rose a good fifteen feet out of the water,
the passageway between them barely wide enough for the little row
boat. Once inside the water spread out again, wrapping completely around
the back side of the boulders so that they stood without any real
connection to solid ground. That must have allowed for the movement of
water because there was no moss, or algae or other growth that's found in
still water.  The inner cove was about twenty-five feet across, the
distance between the entryway and the beach about half that. A patch of
sand stretched between the boulders and reached a good eight to ten feet
toward a mossy knob of ground, and from that point on it was heavy trees
and thick underbrush.  How and why it was sandy, I have no fucking clue. It
may well have been done by my ancestors or even whatever American Indians
may have lived or ventured there.

"This it totally rad," TC exclaimed when we climbed out of the beached
rowboat. Indeed it was. Between the boulders and the trees and brush, the
little cove was almost totally private with only two ways to really see in;
from the air or from the opposite side of the lake directly in front of the
cleft between the rocks. I had scouted the entire area around it and there
were no trails or other signs that anyone had ever come to the spot in any
way other than the water. I'd spent many a summer day skinny-dipping,
sunbathing and jumping off of the boulders into the lake, and I shared that
piece of information with TC.

"Really? That sounds like fun." Then he got a gleam in his eyes. "Have you
ever been sexy out here Jess," he asked with a grin?" I shook my head.

"Nope, other than jacking off that is. I've never brought anyone else out
here." In truth, I hadn't.

"Well, perhaps we should change that part too then, the sexy part I mean,
since you've brought me out here."  Without another word, he slipped his
shorts down to reveal the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear and that he
was half hard and rising fast, as only a teenage boy seems to be able to
do. He stepped out of the garment and walked the few feet over to where I
stood, his hard cock bobbing as he walked. I didn't need any more
invitation than that and grasped on the pulsing pole and squeezed it a few
times then dropped to my knees and paid lip service to it after licking the
head with my tongue. I bobbed back and forth on his cock while I cupped and
fondled his balls, eliciting moans from the boy as I worked him over. It
didn't take long before he was groaning and I felt his cock thicken in my
mouth a millisecond before it erupted, warm cum splashing against the back
of my throat. I pumped his cock and swallowed his offering, barely getting
a taste of his creamy young boy sperm as it slid down my throat.

His cock finally slowed to a dribble and I pulled it out of my mouth,
realizing how sensitive it was after a sperming. I stood and faced him, his
eyes still about half lidded in lust and a sill grin on his face.


"Gosh I love cumming Jess. You make my spermings so much more fun."  He
leaned in and kissed me then asked if he could make me cum. I shook my
head.

"Naw, but thanks. It's gonna start getting dark and besides, it isn't
necessary for me to cum every time you do."  He stepped into his shorts
saying it was cool that he was the first boy I brought to that spot and
that he was the one who christened it, as it were.  We piled in the boat
and fifteen minutes later were in the Cushman and headed back to the house.