Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 07:33:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dane-Dane Cody and Friends pt. 21

 This story is heavily connected to DAVID-A BOY'S STORY that is posted in
the adult youth folder 4.11.04 and references to THE PLAYER-Mainland
Sojourn-posted in adult youth 7.21.05.

I'm also introducing characters from MIKEL & ANTON posted in the young
friends on 5.18.02. Should you choose to read that posting please note that
it was one of my first writing endeavors and thus might be a
little.primitive. These boys will be a large part of at least one more
chapter

Please remember that none of this story is true to my knowledge. It comes
from my brain and is designed to entertain. Nothing more, nothing less and
the usual platitudes and warning apply.

Hugs
Tag_m


Chapter I

The next few months went by fairly quickly as well as quietly as the three
of us settled into a routine at our house.

The garage addition had been completed making room for the two Rolls and
the Corvette; the Mercedes Limo by that time living at the Kohala house in
Hawaii. Jim was happily ensconced in the caretaker's house, John and Erica
having moved on in September. Gerta was working out fine. She didn't live
with us but had a home she had rented for years, about five miles or so
from us, so was in the house from six in the morning until six at night. As
a cook she was almost extraordinary, fixing a wide variety of meals from an
equally wide variety of cuisines, and as a person she was a frickin
blast. Nothing, at least up until that time, seemed to shock or surprise
her. She and Dane accidentally ran smack dab into each other one morning as
he was leaving the master suite, heading back toward his own room. Needless
to say he was naked. The only thing Gerta said about it was,

"Well, I see they haven't changed any since the last time I saw one." If
she wondered what Dane was doing coming from our room at that time of the
morning, and naked to boot, she never said a word about it. It did prompt
the suggestion that it might be easier if she would avoid the upper levels
of the house while we were there to which she countered with,

"Easier for whom." She went on to explain that growing up in Sweden nudity
was fairly common place letting us know that she hadn't always been an old
overweight woman. So, Gerta continued to do her job, upstairs and down and
it fell to us males to try and stay covered, although I think that Gerta
rather enjoyed catching glimpses of us. She wasn't put off by the art
collection either, a great deal of which had been spread out throughout the
house, mostly in places where the average guest wouldn't see them. Gerta
had asked me if in fact the model in the "Boy" series was David and when I
said it was she said,

"Well, aren't you the lucky one," and wandered off clucking.

Among other changes had been the conversion of one end of the upper level
of the garage into a studio for David. The large, wide-open and
well-lighted space was at the end of the original garage where it abutted
the kitchen and mudroom. An open but covered walkway had been built above
the mudroom and a door into the house had been added to allow easy access
from the hallway outside our room, which was obviously also at that end of
the house.

A kennel had been built for Baron and a female Great Dane had been added to
keep him company. We had considered breeding them but didn't have any
papers on Baron so were cautioned against it by the kennel where we
acquired Sheba, the kennel owners saying that we were more than welcome to
breed her to one of their studs.

School started and David drove to and from Bellevue every morning with Dane
riding shotgun. On the first day I had commented on how cute they both
looked in their uniforms and Dane added that they looked cuter out of
them. I agreed. As beautiful as both of them were, it wasn't their looks
that caused most of the stir when they started school. As children of
wealthy families, most of the students at the Academy were very pleasing to
the eye, the product of good breeding and money. What caused most of the
stir was the truck and not because of it's custom paint and rims but the
fact that it was a big ole' truck. In a student parking lot filled with
Beemer's, Mercedes', Jag's, NSX's, and other high-end luxury and sports
cars, the bright red Viper schemed truck stood out like a proverbial whore
in church. The Montana plate's only added fuel to the fire causing many
snickers and a fair amount of pointing, everybody wondering whom the
"cowboy" was. Prep school kids can be real snobs.

The next day even more people were outside waiting for the truck to show
up, having heard about it the day before, but they were disappointed, or
perhaps not. David elected to take the Rolls Saloon Coupe. The day was
clear and promised to be warm so the boys went to school with the top down,
the deep burgundy paint and excess of chrome glimmering in the early
morning sun as they drove slowly up the long driveway amidst other luxury
cars to the student parking lot. Again, the Montana plates attracted
attention but this time a number of upper classmen came over to admire the
care, surprised that the "cowboy" was driving it. They were even more
shocked to discover that David owned the car.

Just to shake things up a little bit I let them take the Corvette the third
day, the throaty roar attracting as much attention as the previous two
cars. On the fourth day most of the student body, and a few teachers, had
found a reason to be out in front of the school, everyone wondering that
the boys would show up in next. They weren't disappointed and when the
Silver Wraith pulled in through the front gates everyone just assumed that
it was David and Dane. Jim stopped the car in front of the main building
where other students were being dropped off, got out of the open drivers
compartment and opened the rear door, and people actually clapped as the
boys stepped out. There was no doubting that the old Rolls was definitely a
class act, earning the respect of even the more jaded teens that populated
the Academy.

So that was David and Dane's introduction in their new school. As they
moved through their classes and people got to know them, the "cowboy"
nickname was dropped. David's popularity would eventually become much
greater but the first few months were pretty much quiet.

Then there were the boys.

"Oh man Cody you should see em. There's tons of boys that are so cute and I
already think I figured out a few who are gay boys," to which David
laughed. We were sitting around in the living room, the three of us cuddled
up on a twelve-foot sofa just chatting. Jim, who took most of his meals
with us, had left to return to his house down the driveway. It was the
evening of their first day at school so Dane felt he needed to regale me
with everything that had happened.

"They even have a gay alliance club. I was thinkin of joining it Cody. What
do you think?"

"Are you sure you want to be out at this juncture in your life baby boy?" I
answered him. "Life could be rough even in a somewhat exclusive private
school like the Academy." Dane said he'd give it some thought. He felt he
could handle most situations unless things got horribly physical but even
then he felt confident. We had been pretty consistent about training every
day, even if it was only to stretch out or go through some of the self-
defense moves. David had been studying Aikido with Andy since he was
thirteen so that, combined with my experience in Karate and Kung Fu, had
given Dane more than enough skills to take care of himself. Of course my
wish was that he wouldn't have to but like most wishes, that one wouldn't
come true.

 As far as our little m^Ânage a trois went, there were no problems at
all. Dane had a good sense about giving David and I private time, sleeping
in his own bedroom about fifty percent of the time. David and I included
Dane in almost everything that we did, not that we did much of
anything. And sex, well, there was plenty of that to go around with no one
left wanting.  Between us, we'd managed to christen just about every place
imaginable on the property. Not each of the entire two hundred and ten
acres of course, although we did manage to play outdoors as much as
possible, but of course the entire inside of the house and garage and
storage shed had been played in.

With David's help both Dane and I became adept at horseback riding,
starting out riding just on our property but eventually venturing out onto
the country road that we lived on. It wasn't unusual to see people on
horseback on our road as the road wasn't all that traveled except for those
of us who lived on it. Just an old country lane, it didn't really go
anywhere in particular, wasn't a shortcut to somewhere. It did provide
access to numerous farms, or ranches if you will, and as such was used for
horseback riding and was temporarily closed from time to time as one farmer
or another moved his livestock across it to another field. The county had
posted numerous watch for livestock signs as well as signs depicting riders
on horseback.

It was on one of those Saturday morning rides that we discovered that the
property next to us was going to be put up for sale. Frank Ostrum, the
crotchety old guy who owned the place, was out hammering FOR SALE signs on
a few of the fence posts that bordered the road.  John had introduced us to
Frank right after we'd moved in and we saw the old coot from time to time
in passing, and, while Frank wasn't exactly the open armed neighbor type,
he was nice enough to us and had seemed to take a shine to Dane. He knew we
weren't city slickers, having come from Montana and that almost made us
salt of the earth type of people. The short story was that he was going to
move back to North Dakota where what remained of his family lived.

"Gittin to damn crowded around here," he'd told us, so the three hundred
and sixty-five acre property was going up for sale. David asked him how
much, Frank told him, and David asked him if we could look the property
over and Frank shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head.

As we led the horses up the dirt drive to the older two-story farmhouse
David explained that after living on the ranch in Montana, he'd grown used
to being able to go for miles in any direction and still be on his own
property.

"Besides, you can't hardly ever go wrong with land," he said and Frank, who
was walking with us, grunted an agreement. Frank told us that a good
seventy-five acres was open field that produced enough hay to keep his
livestock through a winter, although he hadn't had any livestock for three
or four years. He still grew the hay however as many neighbors would always
buy it.  Another hundred acres was open grazing land and the rest of the
property was trees, most of which bordered the sides of his property for
privacy although our open pasture abutted his with nothing but a barbed
wire fence separating them. "Course, some of the fencing needs repairin.
Since I ain't had livestock, saw no need to go about fixin em."

"The widow Hawkins is selling her place too," he informed us. We didn't
know the widow Hawkins or anything about her other than the fact that she
had the property on the other side of us. Frank cleared that up for
us. Amelia Hawkins owned the property that abutted the back side of both
ours and Frank's property as well as about a three quarters of a mile of
land on the other side of ours creating a sort of upside down L with our
place enclosed on two sides by her property and Frank's on the third. She
also owned two hundred acres of open field across the road from our
property. All in all her holdings were a total of just under six hundred
acres. It had once been a working dairy farm but hadn't seen an ounce of
milk since her husband, who had died in the late nineteen seventies, gave
up on dairy farming in the late nineteen sixties.

I thought it strange that both properties were coming up for sale at the
same time, wondering if there was something we should know about the
area. I voiced that thought to David and Frank cleared it up for me.

"'T ain't" no mystery. She'd moving to North Dakota with me," the old
farmer said and I thought I detected a slight blush to his wrinkled and
weathered face before he turned away. We discussed the house and
outbuildings, their overall worth and condition not much. We discussed
money and since we were neighbors Frank said that he'd drop the price by
four hundred an acre, that was, if David was interested. "I know you ain't
gonna develop it and that rests easy with me." David was very interested.

"So what about Mrs. Hawkins property?" David asked. "Can you arrange for us
to go look at it and talk to her?"  Frank said he could do that and if we'd
excuse him, he'd go in the house and phone her. No cell phone for this old
guy. He came out in less than five minutes and said she'd be glad to talk
to us. Dane climbed up behind David and Frank rode Dane's horse so we
continued to talk about the property as we rode. Fifteen minutes later we
met the widow Hawkins, a sweet, white haired old woman who didn't appear to
be the least bit frail in jeans and western style work shirt. She ushered
us into the living room of her home, a building of similar age to Frank's
but of better condition. She showed us pictures of the farm when it was in
its prime and told us about the property while she fed us strong hot
coffee, chocolate milk for Dane.

The Hawkins property was mostly open pasture, the gently rolling hills
providing spring and summer grazing land for the hundred plus head of dairy
cattle that had lived there for some forty years, the back side abutted
state forest land. Like many working farms theirs had housed chickens and
pigs, the latter long since gone but Mrs. Hawkins still kept a few penned
chickens stating, "I don't know why I keep em, it cost more to feed them
than the eggs are worth." Virtually all of the out buildings were beyond
salvage, being old for starters, but also has lacked any kind of
maintenance for the better part of twenty years.

"The creek that runs through your land and Frank's, feeds and drains from a
large pond that's about like yours," Mrs. Hawkins told us.  "My land across
the roads abuts the river for a good thousand feet and it's also the
property line on the west end of this parcel. I have both water and mineral
rights for all of it. It's good land, could easily be put back to use for
someone who wanted to farm again, although that isn't likely these days."
She finally finished talking and David took up the conversation.

"So, what do think Cody," David asked after a half hour of talking.

"Its up to you of course David," I responded, "I think Bill would approve
and I think it's a sound investment.  We may need to look at getting a
properties manager however," I added with a smile.

"Well I think you should do it David," Dane interjected. I agreed with him.

"I guess it depends too on what we're talking for money," David answered,
although it didn't really depend on that. David could afford it unless it
was priced outrageously high and considering what Frank had said earlier, I
doubted that would be the case. Frank nodded his head and said,

"How about if you guys set out on the porch a spell and let Amelia and I
talk." The three of us went outside and sat on the covered veranda style
porch and I called Chamberlain, putting David on the phone when he picked
up. He agreed with the soundness of the purchase saying that anything in
the two million dollar area would be a fair asking price. Five minutes
later the couple came out.

"Well," Frank drawled, "considering that none of the buildings except maybe
this house are anything to crow about, and considering that it could take
months to sell one property let alone two, considering that we can skip the
real estate brokers commission, and considering that we would like to move
on with what's left of the rest of our lives, if you're willing to buy both
properties, and if you can just cash us out, how does a million two sound?
That would include water and mineral rights for both parcels of course." Of
course.

I was stunned. The price wasn't quite incredible but it verged on it. The
land was worth half again that much, at the very least. Both Frank and
Amelia must have figured that we thought they'd gone round the bend for
they both started to speak at once before Amelia took over.

"David, Cody, let me be honest with you. Both Frank and I are in our
mid-seventies. He has no children and I have two that I see maybe once a
year if I'm lucky and they aren't in the least bit interested in the
place. We both have enough money to live on so money from the sale of the
properties isn't a real big issue or need for either of us and as it
stands, most of our money will go to charity when the last one of us dies
anyhow. Now, Erica was a dear friend of mine Cody and she explained to me a
little bit about your situation and about Dane," here she nodded to the boy
and offered her condolences about the loss of his family before going
on. "She also told me, as John told Frank, that you all are nice,
respectable people and from what I've seen so far that seems to be
true. Frank believes that you would keep the land as agricultural and not
develop it, is that true." Both David and I nodded our heads and David went
on to give the old woman a brief history of his stay in Montana, including
his decision to move to Washington. If either of the old couple gave a
rat's ass about our being gay they didn't give so much as a hint about
those feelings.

"So, I like having lots of my own space and so does Cody and no, there
isn't a chance in the world that we would develop the property. Lord knows
we don't need the money. What we would most likely do is combine the
properties and see if Dane's grandfather would be willing to sell the piece
that we're on." Frank and Amelia were nodding their heads and when David
was finished Amelia said,

"So, do we have a deal?" David nodded his head,

"We have a deal." And extended his hand to shake on it, with both Frank and
Amelia. We talked awhile longer, discussing the basic details. Neither of
them had a steady attorney so we called chamberlain and he agreed to fly up
and handle all the legal paperwork for us. The purchase gave us almost a
thousand acres of land, just about a mile and a half of road frontage, a
property line that extended in back of us for almost another two miles, and
a great deal of river frontage. It was a lot.

"You know what Cody? I could make a grass landing strip over there and keep
a plane on it." We had been lying in bed talking about the day's events, a
small night-light on to see by.

"What plane?" Dane asked as he came through our open bedroom door, naked of
course, coming right on over and climbing in under the covers alongside
David. He laid his head on David's chest while looking across at me.

"Oh nothing really, just talking," David said. "I was thinking that I could
land a plane on the property across the road and wondering about creating a
grass landing strip." Dane asked if David was planning on buying a plane
and David responded that up until that point in time, no he hadn't. I saw
that Dane's hand had gotten busy under the blankets and the look I got from
David confirmed that our boy was exploring the territory.

I decided that further talking at that point was probably a waste of time
so moved closer and began kissing my lover while my free hand rubbed gently
on Dane's head and shoulders. David responded with enthusiasm, his tongue
snaking out to meet mine and do a low keyed battle first in my mouth and
then in his. I felt Dane slide out from under my hand, heading south under
the blankets I was sure and a slight gasp from David a moment later told me
that Dane had found and was consuming his target. I pushed the blankets
down and watched for a moment as my baby boy bobbed his head on David's
cock, taking in a good three or more inches of the thick shaft. Since Dane
was so busy at the lower end, I decided to give David something to do at
the upper end so got to my knees and leaned over his face, my hard cock
bobbing in front of him like so much bait. And he took it, swallowing about
two thirds of me, and bobbing there as Dane was bobbing on him. David
cupped and fondled my balls as he sucked me, allowing his other hand to
knead my butt where a finger eventually found my center and rubbed on it.

Dane moved and began pushing on David who eventually rolled to his side
with one leg bent up at the knee. Of course I had to move as well, electing
to sit with my back to the headboard so David could continue what he was
doing while Dane went to work, peeling David's firm cheeks apart and diving
in, licking and slurping his way all around the tight puckered
muscle. David went back to licking on my balls and my cock, sucking my cock
being out of the question, as it wouldn't bend that far down.  Finally
David told Dane to quit with the foreplay and get his cock inside of him,
which our boy was more than willing to do.

Dane grabbed the lube, slathered his cock, which I swear had gained about
three quarters of an inch or so in the time I'd known him, then smeared
David's hole before getting on his knees, straddling one of David's legs.
David scrunched down a little bit, raising his ass in the air about five
inches. That move freed his cock up some so I moved into more of a
sixty-nine position, which gave us both access to some hard cock while Dane
fucked David, which Dane had begun to do. David really liked having Dane
fuck him like that cuz it created such different angles inside of him and
of course Dane loved it too but truth be known, our boy liked it almost in
almost any position.

I couldn't suck on David too awfully long because Dane's driving in to him
also shoved his cock forward and down my throat so I elected just to lube
up his dick and hold onto it while Dane fucked him, thus creating a jacking
off sensation. I enjoyed being that close to the action, my face only about
six inches from where Dane's hard young cock was sliding in and out of
David's ass. I loved watching Dane be sexy, having sex. It was hot for
me. The double action was hot for David as well because he took time out
from sucking on my cock to verbally encourage Dane onward in their quest
for orgasm. It didn't take long for David to get to peak, Dane right along
side of him, as it were. The breathing got heavier, Dane slammed harder
into David's tight ass and I held David's cock head tighter.

"Oh fuck, there it goes," Dane groaned out and hammered even harder into
David then slowed some, pushing fully into him and grinding his slender
little teenage ass in circles, up and down, sideways, every which way.
David came as well, having handed me a cum towel from the headboard just
before he squirted. Thank god for that cuz we would have had to change the
sheets. Things finally slowed to a halt and we were all quiet except for
the breathing. I hadn't cum but that was okay. We had all gotten to a point
where orgasms weren't always the end goal to our sex play.

Dane finally softened and squished out of David's ass eliciting a slight
groan at the loss. Dane moved off the bed and David moved off right behind
him, not wanting to leak out onto the bed. The both headed off toward our
shower and I decided to join them. It was such a lovely playground. Since I
still had a hard cock Dane took it to mean that I needed to cum and so
assigned himself that task by soaping me first then rubbing his body
against mine. I do enjoy frottage from time to time and in the shower
especially. Dunno why, I just do. And doing it with a cute teenage boy has
to be the best in the world. Dane remained teen age boy hard so both hard
cocks rubbed against each other as he held my hips and I held his slender
little butt and we did the vertical bump and grind.

"Jeez Cody," Dane said through heavy breathes, "I think I'm gonna cum
again."

"There's a surprise," David added, "then went back to kissing me." It
didn't take long and the familiar feelings started sending signals to my
brain, Dane right along with me.

"Oh gosh oh gosh oh go." he groaned out as he came, his head rested on my
chest and he fucked his boy cock against my belly. I felt my own dick pulse
out a good six or seven jets of cum to mix with Dane's warm young sperm and
the soap on our tummy's.

"That's a so much fun way to cum Cody, don't you think?" Dane asked when we
finally came apart. I agreed with him and told him it was especially fun
doing it with him.

"Is it time to get you some new clothes Dane?" I asked him. The boy was
growing and I noticed it most when he was close to me like that in a
standing position.

"Yeah, I think so Cody. Not so much in the waist of my jeans but the legs
are getting short." I reached down and grabbed onto his cock and balls, his
shaft having returned to its default state.

"Need new underwear too? I asked him. "This seems to have grown some as
well."  He chuckled and said his underwear were still okay but that if I
kept on holding him like that it was gonna grow much more.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" I said and let go of him. We finished
drying off and headed back into the bedroom just as the phone rang. David
and I looked at each other wondering who would be calling at nine thirty on
a Saturday night. I picked up the phone to hear Bill DeMarc asking if it
was too late to be calling and I told him it was fine that we were up.  It
would be nudging on noon in Switzerland, assuming that was where he was.
It wasn't as it turned out.

"I hear David made a hell of a real estate deal today." I told him he had
and gave him some of the particulars.  "Well that's great Cody, just
great. Tell you what. I'm in New York so I'm thinking that I'll fly out and
meet Chamberlain then come up to Seattle with him. How's that sound?" I
told him it sounded great and asked if he'd be staying with us or at a
hotel. He hemmed and hawed then said if it was alright, he'd stay in a
hotel. It was weird having him ask our permission, although he wasn't
really, just not wanting us, Dane in particular, to feel badly if he didn't
stay with us.

"We'd be happy to have both you and chamberlain stay here if you change
your mind," I told him.  He said that was fine, he'd see us in a few days
then asked to speak to Dane and while the two were chatting I told David
what was going on. He smiled and said that it would be nice to see Bill
again. Dane hung up and we all three tromped downstairs to the kitchen to
find something to snack on, and thanks to Gerta there was always something
home made to eat. She didn't go much for store bought things.

As we were snacking on a German chocolate cake and ice cold milk and
commenting how cool it was having Gerta work for us, Dane piped up with one
of his timely thoughts.

"You know what David? You should have Gerta move into Mrs. Hawkins
house. That way she'd be close, wouldn't have to drive in the winter when
it snows." Dane was assuming we'd have snow when the reality was that it
wasn't all that common, although it did freeze a great deal. "Maybe even
plant a vegetable garden for her with herbs and stuff. I know she'd like
that. She's said she wished she had one." David and I looked at each other,
then at Dane.

"Not a bad idea," David said. "She could live there and not even pay
rent. She'd actually be doing us a favor cuz that way someone would be in
the house. Great idea Dane; we'll ask her tomorrow." We continued eating,
Dane seemingly lost in thought, then he said,

"You know what else? There's an old overgrown path that looks like it used
to be a road through the woods to Mrs. Hawkins' property. We could clear it
off then Gerta could get back and forth on an ATV. It would be way much
easier than going up and down the driveways, opening and closing gates and
all that stuff." I laughed and Dane asked why.

"I can just picture Gerta on an ATV," I said, mimicking a person riding one
and trying to get a "Gerta look" on my face. Both Dane and David laughed at
that.

"Another great idea Dane but I'm thinking though that Gerta might be more
comfortable in say, a golf cart, than on an ATV." That assumption would
prove to be as wrong as the idea of her moving into the Hawkins house was
right.

Chapter II

The next day was spent walking both properties with their owners, with us
electing to take the dogs out with us, allowing them roam free. While each
of our three properties were fully fenced with four strands of barbed wire,
there were barbed wire gates separating them. Frank explained that at one
time the entire area was one large farm that was almost three times the
size of the parcels that David would soon own.

"Even after the land was split up, the gates were kept up because one farm
might lease their neighbors field and besides, there was no need to tear
them down. The gates were simple affairs made of pecker poles instead of
regular cedar fence posts. Pecker poles were generally no more than about
three inches through with the end of the barbed strand attached to
it. Where the smaller pole met the regular fence line, a loop of regular
wire or even rope was set at the top and the bottom of the post so that the
smaller pecker pole could be inserted, holding the gate in place. It was a
cheap and fairly lightweight method of gating and all you had to do was let
it lay on the ground and drive over it. There were usually at least one,
sometimes two, additional poles in the middle of the gate to keep the wire
from sagging or tangling when it was opened.  The gates were wide enough to
get a tractor and baler through, for the land was used for growing hay as
well as for grazing.

All in all there was over four hundred combined acres of open pasture,
Amelia's a little more rolling hills at the back, where ours and Franks
were more flat, prompting David to mention that an airstrip could go up
there instead of across the road. That prompted a discussion between all of
us about an airstrip, the old timers surprised that David had his pilot's
license.

"It'd be better up here than across the road David," Frank said, "more
private and less of a problem in the winter. Sometimes the river floods and
even when it don't, being that close to the river the field tends to get
mucky regardless." He went on to say that if we decided to log the property
it would most likely produce enough timber to almost pay for it. All of the
property, with the exception of where the river was, was protected by a
tree line generally about two hundred feet or more deep and the far end of
Amelia's property the land was separated from its neighbor by the slow
meandering of the river. Even then, there was a considerable stand of
Alders that bordered most of the river on both pieces of property.

"Have you given any thought to what you might want to do with the property
David?" Amelia asked. We were back at her home, drinking coffee and
talking.

"Other than maybe have our housekeeper move into your house, no, we
haven't. Why do you ask? Have some ideas?" David responded.

"No not really," she said. "So you are going to have your housekeeper move
in here?" David explained that we were considering making her that offer
then went on to explain Dane's other idea about the old road. Amelia told
us that there had been a road that connected the two properties but hadn't
been used for years. That was before the house we lived in was ever built.

"I was planning on giving most of the furniture to charity but if you want,
you can bring her over and she can see what she might want, that is if she
decides to move in." David told Amelia that was quite kind of her which of
course she waved off.

"You know, practically all of the buildings on my place should probably be
knocked down," Frank chimed in, "same goes for the dairy building," he
said, referring to the dilapidated milking house about a hundred yards from
where we were sitting. "But the concrete slab under the one end is in good
shape. A fella could build some thing on it that might be useful." When
asked what he would suggest he shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, maybe
horse stables. There's plenty of city folk who want a horse but got no land
to put it on. Might want to consider a horse stabling business." And with
that simple statement came the germination of an idea that would prosper
into something far and away beyond anything we had considered although to
be fair, we hadn't had time to consider much of anything.

About an hour after dinner that night David went to his studio, which left
Dane and I to our own devices and Dane decided that our own devices should
go for a swim. We striped our clothes off and tossed everything onto a
poolside lounge chair and in we went. We rarely wore swimming apparel,
choosing nudity over clothing whenever possible. I admired Dane's body on a
regular basis but never more, it seemed, than when he was engaged in some
form of physical activity. I really loved watching him move; the play of
growing muscle under his smooth skin, the dimples in the cheeks of his
slender little butt when he walked; the flex and relax of his abs, which
seemed to becoming more defined. And I loved watching his soft young cock
move as he moved, gently swaying when he walked, flying about when he
ran. I would have made one hell of an ancient Greek.

That night at pools edge, as I watched him run to the diving board and
execute some perfect maneuvers-David had been giving him lessons- I
actually acknowledged to myself that my baby boy was growing up. He was
taller, his body much more defined, virtually all of what little baby fat
he'd had when we first met was now gone. His face was beginning to take
more of the shape that he'd have as an adult, and a handsome man he would
definitely be. His cock had definitely grown, his pubic hair now a nice
sized and thicker patch of fuzz that was creeping toward the creases of his
hip and pubic bone. He had started sprouting hair under his arms and on his
lower legs and of course his tight little butt hole. I had taught him to
shave that area early on then left the choice to do so or not up to him. I
preferred rimming a smooth hair fee area but it was his body to do with as
he chose. He chose to keep his bottom shaved. I shaved, as does David but
Dane got a taste, if you will, of unshaven holes with the older boys when
we were in Mexico. He preferred smooth to fuzz although he wouldn't refuse
to rim a hole with hair.

Dane's balls had gotten a little bigger as well and hung nicely between his
still smooth and creamy thighs. He'd started growing hair on his sac but
elected to keep that area shaved too. He had reached full sperming maturity
as well I thought, creating a fair amount of liquid most of the time as
well as some pretty nice shots. Dane was somewhat of a shooter, generally
hitting his nipples or somewhere in that vicinity when he came. I felt my
heart swell as I watched him play, my love for him as strong as it ever had
been, my love for David not diminishing my love for Dane one iota.

And he was a sweet boy, my Dane. With an extremely mellow disposition, he
was very slow to anger, honest to the core, generous to a fault and almost
always put me, or David ahead of himself. I was extremely proud of Dane and
while I had no desire to see him grow up to soon, I still looked forward to
interacting with him as an adult.

"Watch this Cody," Dane yelled across the pool to me. He backed up to the
edge of the diving board, paused, then sprung into a beautiful front
somersault and entering the water with barely a splash. My mind went
briefly to David mentioning the installation of a five-meter springboard
and a ten-meter diving platform and wondering if we should go ahead with
that.

Dane surfaced close to me, excited about his dive and what I thought. I
told him it looked perfect to me. He got in close and wrapped his arms
around my neck, his legs around my waist and snuggled his slippery body in
as close as he could get. I reflexively put my hands under his slender butt
to hold him in place and take the strain off of my neck. He was gaining
some weight as well and wasn't the diminutive little ninety-nine pound boy
I'd first met.

I'm getting big huh Cody?" he asked with a smile, water running down his
beautiful smooth face.

"Yes you are baby boy, yes you are. Have you decided on the swim team at
school yet?" He said he was still thinking about it. He leaned in and
kissed me.

"I like you holding me like this Cody. It makes me feel like I'm still
little." I kissed him back and told him I loved holding him, that it was
one more thing that reminded me that he was still my baby boy.

"I still love it when you call me your baby boy Cody. It makes me feel all
warm and cuddly," and he snuggled closer, as if that were possible, laying
his head on my shoulder. I allowed one hand to move upward, across his
back, rubbing gently as I went, up to his neck and then his head where my
fingers ruffled through his soaking wet hair, all of which caused Dane to
hug me tighter.

"Will you love me Cody? Right now, here in the pool room." He moved his
head and looked me in the eyes. "I want your cock inside of me Cody. I just
feel like it's what I want and what I need right now." Who am I to refuse a
cute young teenage boy? Dane did this every so often, this urgent need to
be made love to. I figured that it had to do with those moments when he
really felt the loss of his family and his need to somehow confirm that I
was there, that I was with him, that I wouldn't leave him too. I turned and
started toward the steps out of the pool and Dane laid his head back on my
shoulder and held me.

At times like this there would be no foreplay, which could be a little bit
painful for Dane but what he wanted was an immediate connection to me as
though he feared losing me as well. That put the onus on me because unlike
young teenage boys, I couldn't just conjure up an erection out of thin
air. Well, at least not every time.  Fortunately for both of us, this was
one of those times where I could, and did. I guessed that it had to do with
my own ruminations about Dane from a few moments earlier because by the
time I made it out of the water I was almost full on hard, my cock bobbing
as I walked to the pool cushions where I deposited Dane. I took the half
dozen steps to the towel cabinet, grabbed one, along with the lube that we
stashed in there, and headed back toward where Dane was lying on the pool
cushions. I gave myself a quick cursory toweling as I walked, making sure
my cock and my balls were dry. As I approached him and knelt down, Dane
pulled his legs back, opening himself up to me. At times like this,
face-to-face was the only way Dane wanted to be. I quickly ran the towel
over his hole, clearing off the moisture, as intercourse tends to be
difficult when the area is soaking wet. I smeared lube on my fingers and
rubbed it all over the surface of my intended target then slipped then both
of them inside of him. Naturally, under other circumstance, I would use a
finger at a time but this was a situation where Dane didn't want to
wait. On the other hand, as it were, I refused to just slam my thick cock
into the boy without giving him some preparation.

Dane allowed me that, and as I moved my fingers in and out of the tight
confines of his butt hole, I poured lubed on my cock head smeared it down
the fully hard shaft at least half way. With my fingers still inside of
him, I got into position and held my cock downward almost next to his
hole. I pulled my fingers out and put my cock head in, all in one swift
motion and once firmly connected, I held his legs out of the way. Dane
grimaced at the change, his tight little hole now stretched twice as wide
as it had been only a second before. He didn't tell me stop so I slowly
moved forward, inserting inch after thick inch of my cock inside of him
until my pubes were against his smooth flesh. I loved being connected to
Dane this way, buried deep inside the very tight confines of his asshole,
looking down on his beautiful face and body. Dane's cock lay across his
pubic bone, still soft, for this wasn't about his having an orgasm. It was
about being connected.

I draped his legs across my upper arms and moved forward, placing my hands
on the bed next to him and rolling more onto his back and slowly pulled out
of him about half way then slipped back inside. I picked up a slow steady
pace, wanting to get Dane up to a heat level that would produce pleasure
and not pain, and as Dane's breathing started to come faster, I knew that I
had achieved that goal. I started moving harder, pushing into him and
causing his body to move on the cushions while low grunts issued forth from
his throat. I leaned down and kissed him and he opened his mouth wide to
receive me. He'd had his hands on the concrete at his sides but put them
around my neck as I kissed him. Movement against my belly told me that he
was getting hard and when he broke the kiss, his head fell to the side and
he groaned and grunted even more.

"Oh god fuck me harder Cody," he moaned softly, "fuck me harder." I did as
he asked, ramming into him hard enough that my balls started making a
whacking sound as they slapped against his butt. "God I love having you
fuck me Cody. You're the best," he said, his eyes still closed, his hands
resting on my forearms. Sometimes I can last forever, sometimes I can cum
pretty quickly and there isn't always a determining factor, that I can see,
that influences that. This was one of those times when I got there fairly
quickly, that being about eight to ten minutes.

"I'm ready to cum baby boy," I said as I panted.

"Okay my sweet man," he responded. "Put your sperm in me Cody; ram your
cock in me and squirt out all your juices into me." I pumped, driving
everything I had into him, slamming down hard and then I was there.

"Oooh fuck baby boy, I'm there I'm there." I felt the tingle, the
thickening of my cock, the first jet of sperm rushing headlong up my shaft
and out into Dane's bowels. I growled as I came, pulse after pulse of life
producing liquid leaving my balls and making the useless trip to a
non-producing death. Poor things.  Underneath me Dane began moaning out
that he was cumming as well so I did what I could to help make it a good
sperming although, as Dane would say,

"There's no such thing as a bad cum." I tended to agree. He clung to my
neck as he came, trying to move his butt up to meet my thrusts as much as
possible and I took time from pumping to stay inside of him, moving my ass
in circles and grinding around in there in an attempt to create different
positions and thus different feelings. I finally slowed my motion to the
type of rhythm I had in the beginning, a slow purposeful stroke. And then
it was all over.

Without asking, I started the movement to pull Dane up onto my lap while I
rocked back onto my knees. Dane knew what I was doing because it's what he
would have requested as soon as he caught his breath. It was our afterglow
position, hugging each other and kissing, still connected with my cock deep
in his ass. Sometimes we would stay like that for a while and if my cock
remained hard we would fuck again in the position, sometimes staying there
seated and sometimes with me maneuvering onto my back so Dane could control
the action. That was not to be the case this time.

After a suitable amount of kissing and hugging Dane asked if I was still
hard. I said I was. He asked if I wanted to try something. I asked what
that was.

"Can you stand up and still stay inside of me Cody?" he asked. I said I
could try, and try we did. Dane wrapped his legs around my waist while I
cupped his butt cheeks in my hands, all to support him and keep him in
place.

"Ok," he said once we were upright, "now lets go to the diving board."
Well! I didn't need a diagram to figure out what he had in mind and it
seemed like something unusual enough to be worth a try. I walked as fast as
I could to the board and carefully made my way up the two steps then slowly
out to the end of the board.

"Now what baby boy? Do you want a bounce, a cannonball, just a jump in?
What?" I could feel myself starting to soften so whatever it was it needed
to be done in a hurry and I think Dane could sense that.

"A bounce and go in feet first," he said, holding me tighter. I pulled
Dane's ass tight to me; let my knees bend then sprung upward and
outward. The excess weight in front of me pulled us over slightly so that
as we hit the water we went more onto Dane's back than mine, or even
straight in. Once we started to come back to the surface we came undone,
the natural reflex to use hands and feet to get back to air overcoming
everything else.  In time we would overcome that natural urge. We broke the
surface, Dane laughing out loud.

"That was so fun Cody. Can we do it again?"

"No bone baby," I told him. He got a faux sad look on his face then came to
me.

"Thanks for loving me Cody. I don't know what came over me but all of a
sudden I just missed my mom and Leeza and stuff." I hugged him and kissed
and told him I understood, that I figured that was what was going on for
him.

"You know me so well Cody. And understand me. I love that." We kissed and
hugged some more then climbed out of the pool and dried off then went into
the kitchen for a snack then went into the media room where I watched the
news while Dane checked his email coming over to the sofa to join me when
he was finished. He said Shannon was doing well, school was great and he
was looking forward to seeing us soon although we actually got together at
least once a month either in Montana or Andy flying the boy over for a
weekend.

We watched Saturday Night Live, time moving toward one afterwards, time for
Dane to hit the sack. He didn't have a set bedtime, that being his own
choosing, but he usually chose well. David hadn't left his studio by that
time so I went to bed without him, figuring that he was busy with some
project. I rarely disturbed him when he was working and didn't feel the
need to do so just then.

I got up on Monday morning to find a somewhat downcast Gerta in the
kitchen; David and Dane still upstairs getting ready for school. She told
me right off what the problem was as she poured me a mug of coffee. The
people who owned the house she was renting had sold it, and along with
other property in the area, were planning on tearing it down and putting in
a small strip mall. Nothing big mind you but the fact was that she was
going to have to move within thirty days and she had no idea where.

"Well Gerta, that makes our offer much more timely," I said, and went on to
tell her what David done over the weekend and our plan to offer her
residence in the Hawkins home. Her face lit up like a kid at Christmas and
I thought for a moment that she was going to hug me or cry or both. She did
neither although she did have to sit down. I went on to explain the idea of
a garden as well as the golf car ATV idea, both of which she endorsed, as
well as Amelia's offer to visit her and see what, if anything, she wanted
to keep. Gerta was elated but then her tone changed a little bit and she
asked about the rent and how much that was going to be. David walked in at
that point and informed her that there would be no rent that she was doing
us a favor by living there since we didn't want the place to appear
vacant. We weren't overly worried about vandalism but it happened more
frequently that we liked, if the news was worth believing.

"I don't know what to say Mr. Sampara, Mr. Collins." We had yet to get her
to call us by our first names, except for Dane.

"Well, you can start by saying yes," David told her. She did just
that. After the boys had gone to school I called Amelia and asked if Gerta
and I could come over and was told that we were more than welcome to do
so. The two women took to each other right away and it was decided that
Amelia would leave the house mostly intact, taking with her only those
things that had very personal significance. Chamberlain called about ten to
let me know that he would be in town about two and Bill was going to be
with him. They would be staying at the Bellevue Club Hotel in Bellevue and
use the same limo service that we'd used the first time we visited
Seattle. I reminded chamberlain that they were more than welcome to stay at
the house.

"I know that Cody but don't take it personally. Bill prefers hotels for a
variety of reasons, not the least of which is that he has other business to
attend to this trip. He would like the three of you to join us for dinner
tonight, if that's possible." I told him that we didn't have any plans and
he said that he'd have the limo pick us up about five it that was okay and
to wear sports jackets, which also meant slacks and dress shirt, tie
optional. Of course both Bill and chamberlain would be dressed to the
teeth.

As promised the limo was at the gate at exactly five and we were at the
hotel by five thirty. Chamberlain met us and ushered us up to the suite of
rooms that Bill was in, very impressive I must say. Dane was thrilled to
see his grandfather and the feelings were clearly mutual so the two of them
chatted while David, Chamberlain and I talked about the purchase of the
property. At six thirty we all piled in the limo and headed into downtown
Seattle to the Columbia Tower Club on the 75th and 76th floor of the Bank
Of America building.  The elevator ride up was the fastest I had ever gone
while still inside of a building. The club was exclusively private,
expensive, with incredible food and a cr^Ême de la cr^Ême member list of
which, Chamberlain informed us, the three of us were now members of thanks
to Bill's sponsorship. We all thanked Bill of course but I didn't see us
using the facilities anytime soon.

Dinner was okay, fancy meals don't particularly impress me, and we dropped
Bill and Chamberlain off about nine, with the promise of seeing us in the
morning to finalize the property transfer. We were happily ensconced in our
beds by ten o'clock; Dane sleeping in his own room that night.

Everyone met at our place the next morning at nine and by ten o'clock the
paperwork had been signed and David owned almost a thousand acres of good
farmland. Bill had dressed down for the occasion, the first time any of us
had seen him in casual wear: jeans, boots and work shirt while Chamberlain
remained in a three piece suit. Bill wanted a tour so we fired up the ATV's
and did just that and when it was over he told David that he's made a very
wise investment, asking us what, if any plans we had for the
property. David told him about the stable idea, along with the plans to
move Gerta to the Hawkins place, both of which met his approval. Both he
and Chamberlain said that making the property a working farm would probably
be advantageous both from a tax standpoint as well value, although for the
price we'd bought it there was no way we could have gone wrong.

Bill said there was a property that interested him out on the Olympic
Peninsula and invited us to go along with him to look at it, both David and
Dane having been kept out of school for the day. With nothing else pressing
we accepted the invitation and an hour later were on a car ferry crossing
part of Puget Sound to the little town of Kingston, which rang a bell but
neither of us could put our finger on it.

The boat ride was nice as was the drive to the little settlement of
Gardiner where the property was located.  Although Bill knew what to
expect, the three of us were totally blown out as we approached the main
house.  The property was fenced on both sides of the very tiny country
road, each of the fence posts carved with faces of Orks or trolls, or a
Viking or some such thing. It appeared as though no two posts were
identical. The entry to the main house was guarded by a ten-foot tall;
carved troll head that sat in the wooded garden next to a very elaborate
entry gate. Fifty feet farther down, a two-story one-eyed troll guarded the
other end of the front part of the main house property. Kitty corner from
that stood a huge home that had been designed as a castle with turrets and
the whole nine yards. Next to that a set of double gates, both made of
dragons. There were carved oddities all over the place, the four corner
supports for the hay barn also huge carved trolls depicted as holding the
roof up. There was really too much to relate but like Bill had done, the
site can be found by doing a Google web search for Bandy's Troll
Haven. Check it out, it's pretty incredible.

We came away from the place amazed by it but Bill decided that it wasn't
something he wanted to own. We ventured further west to the small town of
Sequim and ate at a gourmet breakfast place called The Oak Table that
serves breakfast until it closes at three. We didn't come away from there
disappointed in the least.

On the ferry ride back home, as we were heading into Edmonds it finally hit
me why the name sounded familiar.

"Remember D, our real estate guy that sold us the Kohala house?' I asked
David. "How could I forget," David responded with a smile.  I went on to
say that he had told us that he had grown up around here in a huge old
house on the hill overlooking the water. As we got closer to Edmonds we
scanned the hilltop while we stood on the boat's observation deck. The
entire hillside and crest were covered with houses but we did see one that
stood out from the others, its size more reminiscent of a public building
than a residence.

"That's gotta be it. I wonder if we can get Bill to go out of our way and
see if we can actually find it?" I wondered out loud. Back in the limo I
asked, Bill said yes, the limo driver was given directions and after
fifteen minutes of driving on the curving twisting streets that inhabited
the hillside we found it. The front gate was open and a man who appeared to
be in his fifties was polishing a really nice looking older Rolls in the
large courtyard. So we pulled in, the man looking up as we entered his
domain and came over to the car.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"This may seem like a silly questions but by any chance is the this home
that Derek grew up in?" A frown played across his face and he asked why I
wanted to know. I went on to quickly explain the connection and he then
explained that yes he had spend his teenage and college years living here,
that the residence was still owned by Derek's aunt. We left, asking the man
to tell him that we'd stopped by and to give him our regards the next time
he was in town or talked to him and the man said he would be glad to.

Gerta prepared dinner that night, taking great pains to please Bill, who
had agreed to eat with us, and who pronounced the end result more than
adequate, to Gerta's infinite delight.

After dinner Dane went out to play with the dogs while the four of us
talked in the den. Bill asked if I'd given any more thought to what I
wanted to study and in truth I had. Bill suggested a general course in
business management, that is, if I had an interest in helping David or
eventually working for Bill. Chamberlain seconded that suggestion. We
revisited the original plan to be with Bill in Switzerland for Christmas
and were still on track with it.

"Do you still have that house in Barbados?" Bill asked David who said no,
he'd sold his share to the twins, who owned the other two thirds, just
before he turned seventeen.

"Never even saw the house Bill. Didn't seem like there was much reason for
keeping it."

"So." Bill finally said after a moment's silence. "Everything seems to be
going well with the three of you. Do either of you anticipate any
problems?" David and both shook our heads. In fact things were going very
well.  Bill nodded his head and went on.

"What do you say about possibly incorporating this property into your
holdings David, maybe sort of a limited partnership? It would give you a
single solid piece of property as opposed to what it is now, a large parcel
with a chunk taken out of the middle." Chamberlain went on to explain how
it would work, that I would be a co- partner with Bill, that David would
still retain sole ownership of his parcel. I was quite surprised at how I'd
gotten pulled into it and my face showed it. Bill explained.

"At some point Cody, this parcel is going to belong to you. Overall,
incorporating it makes sense. Besides, it makes it easier for you David to
feel free to makes some changes or use the property in conjunction with any
business you might decide to start." We both were a little confused so
Chamberlain explained.

"You have what, a mile and half or so of road frontage David, that is
broken up in the middle by this piece. Just suppose you wanted to put up a
nice fence. It would look a little ridiculous having a chunk in the middle
of it that didn't match. Sure, Bill would probably let you do what you
wanted but it would still be your investment in time money and up keep with
no guarantee of a return on your investment. This way you can do pretty
much what you want and protect your investment. In essence, Bill is giving
you permission to do that." Put that way it made sense so David and I
agreed on the spot to go ahead with it and in typical Chamberlain fashion,
the attorney pulled out a contracts that had already been prepared in the
event we'd need them. The three of us signed the one contract while Bill
and I signed the second one and in that moment I became a landowner, sort
of. And CollinsWood Farm was born.

Chapter III

We celebrated our new partnership that evening with a rare bottle of wine,
the rarity being that we seldom drank, our wind cellar practically empty of
anything costing more than ten bucks a bottle and those being very few. In
any case we settled down in front of a crackling fire and talked about
things we might do with the property and sipped a Riesling, Dane being
allowed a celebratory glass along with David and I.  We all came up with a
variety of interesting ideas but it was Dane who suggested that we do what
Andy was doing with the Ranch in Montana. We both agreed that might be fun
but that it was impractical on a variety of levels and went on to explain
why it wouldn't work.

Dane had finished his glass of wine as we finished, saying that it would be
fun though.

"It would be hot having naked boys around all the time, dontcha think?" He
began a slow undulating movement as he took his time pulling his t-shirt up
and over his head and twirling it around before letting it fly off to land
on the floor. He kept up his litany about naked sexy boys and how hot it
would be as he sensuously stripped down to his red boxer briefs, taking his
sweet little sexy time as he went. Once he was down to his briefs, Dane
used the bench on the flagstone wall as his stage. The wall was at least
fifteen feet long with the fireplace about a third of the way from one end
and another large recessed opening along side of it for firewood. A thick
mahogany bench, that was level with the fireplace and storage area, ran the
entire length of the wall and was more than deep enough to sit on and in
fact what it was designed for as was witnessed by the cushions that were
stacked on the opposite end from the fireplace.

Once he was down to briefs, Dane sat on the bench and went through a
variety of seductive poses, attempting to move from one to the other with
some kind of fluid grace as though a photographer were recording his every
move. He lay in his back, one foot draped over the side of the bench and
the other foot propped on it. He lay on his side with one foot planted flat
on the bench, his hand rubbing up and down his thigh, and his fingers
sneaking in underneath the waistband of his underwear.  He moved to a
sitting position facing us, his legs splayed wide open while he rubbed at
the front of his underwear and his obviously very hard cock. He got to his
knees on the floor and lay his chest on the bench and pushed his slender
little ass at us while looking over one shoulder and licking his
lips. Staying in that position, he reached behind himself with one hand and
started slowly pulling the underwear down, exposing first his crack and
eventually his tight puckered hole. With his ass exposed, he got up and sat
back on the bench, his boy stuff still confined in the fabric, barely, his
cock tenting it upward. Dane used his hands to enhance the entire thing,
pressing down at the base of his cock and holding the fabric enclosed
appendage straight up in the air. With his feet up in the edge of the
bench, he pulled his underwear down, actually up, along his thighs and
exposing his smooth balls as they hung between equally smooth thighs. He
put his feet on the floor and slipped his underwear down to his ankles and
then his toes. After freeing one foot from the clothing he used his toes to
stretch the fabric, letting go with one foot and using his other foot to
sort of slingshot the underwear in our direction before leaning back
against the wall. He went through a variety of motions, stroking his cock,
tugging and fondling his balls and both at the same time. He pulled his
feet up and back again, resting on the edge of the bench, his hand
underneath and pulling his cheeks open to expose his hole to us once again.

"So big boys," he said in his best imitation of a siren, "Anybody here want
to fuck a boy? Anybody willing to stuff my tight ass with his big fat hard
cock?"  David and I had been casting glances at each other and chuckling at
our boy's antics and while I found them entertaining, it wasn't a huge turn
on. Apparently David felt the same way because he answered first.

"No but I wouldn't mind watching you do whatever you're gonna do, hot
stuff."

"Me either," I said, "I just wanna watch. Give us more show." Dane dropped
his legs to the floor and began rubbing on his balls again while playing
with a nipple.

"Are you sure? I'm hot to fuck a big cock. My tight boy's ass wants a big
cock in it." David and I shook our heads and had another sip of wine.  Dane
got up on the shelf and stood facing us, slowly stroking his rock hard
young cock a few times before turning around and pointing his butt out at
us, moving it in circles as he did. He reached up and pulled a square piece
of stone from the wall and reached inside the small recess that was hidden
there and pulled out a bottle of lube.

John had shown us the hidey-hole right after we'd move in. Completely
surrounded by stone, it was quarter inch thick steel box, open at the front
end, whose inside was lined with a thick carbon fiber coating. A foot deep
by six inches high and six wide, it was one of those things the owner had
installed as a sort of backup or emergency box, although for what no one
seemed to know. The owner had only told John about it just before they
moved and put the house up for sale. We used it as a lube stash for just
such occasions as this one. We had the slippery stuff stashed all over the
house. One never knew when a bottle would come in handy, the episode in the
pool a few days before being a classic example. The big problem was putting
it in places where Gerta wouldn't find it.  Despite how accepting Gerta was
of us, we felt that lube bottles lying about was probably a little too
much, not to mention tasteless.

Dane turned around and looked at us while rubbing the bottle like it was a
cock then licking up and down its clear plastic side before taking the top
of it into his mouth. It was a brand with a rounded top that is sort of
reminiscent of a dick. He suckled the bottle as he stroked his cock then
removed it from his mouth and popped the top with his teeth. He then poured
some onto his cock head then sensually smeared it up and down the length of
his rampant shaft. He managed to get lube onto the fingers of his other
hand then squatted on the bench and, still facing us, reached down between
his legs and slipped a finger up inside his ass. The cute young thing
closed his eyes as if in ecstasy, and maybe he really was.

About a minute of that and he removed his hand and sat down, again leaning
his back against the wall and putting his feet up on the edge of the
bench. He splayed his legs open and reached back down to insert his finger
back inside his ass, the difference being that now David and I would watch
as he finger fucked himself. He held his rock hard cock upright so that we
could see him stroke as well, the moans coming from him an indication that
he was getting heated up. Turns out he wasn't the only one.

My cock was getting hard and a glance at my lover told me that he was
getting turned on by the show as well.  We both unbuttoned our jeans at the
same time and hauled out our cocks while shoving our t-shirts up to our
chests. Dane smiled at us when he saw that he'd managed to get us into the
same frame of mind, and body, that he was. He took his finger out of his
ass and moved to the floor, grabbing a cushion as he went.

Dane placed the cushion up against the edge of the wood shelf, laid in the
floor next to it, then lifted his entire lower body up and swung it around
so that his lower back was resting against it with his legs in the
air. After some maneuvering around only his upper back and shoulders were
on the ground and he raised his head to meet his hard cock half way. We
watched as he got closer and closer then eventually stuck his tongue out
and licked at his cock head. I had seen David do that before, lick or suck
on his cock, but his was four inches longer than Dane's. This was a first
for both of us I think, watching my baby boy do himself.

He didn't stay there long, the pressure on his body must have been
difficult for him, but it didn't stop him from continued to jack himself
off and I could see what his eventual goal was; to cum on his face. I
looked at David then stood up and shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor,
stepping out of them while I took my shirt off.  David was right on my
heels. I knelt down next to the boy, found the lube and slathered my cock
and then the middle finger of my left hand. Done, I slowly stroked on my
cock while I slipped a finger down into Dane's asshole and started to
finger fuck him. David knelt on the other side and stroked his cock while
leaning over and licking at the underside of Dane's sensitive balls. We'd
done a lot of stuff over the year that I'd known Dane but this was
something totally new, and thus, hot.

"I'm gonna cum you guys, God I'm really close," he groaned out as he jacked
and tried to get his mouth back to the tip of his cock. I found his
prostate and massaged it, which helped take him over the edge.

"Oooh god, oooh God, Ooooohhh," he moaned and I watched as his cock
erupted, globs of cum spurting out onto his face. He'd opened his mouth and
so managed to direct at least one or two squirts into the target, the rest
of his offering landing all around his mouth and running downward across
his cheeks. I felt myself reach my peak and directed my flow to his face as
well.

"Here I come baby boy," I grunted and as his cock slowed, mine started
up. He'd turned his head and leaned toward me slightly and my first shot
got him on the cheek. I tried to re direct the spray and managed to blast
his nose, lips and open mouth. As I was finishing David started cumming and
his first three shots smeared the other side of Dane's smooth face in thick
white cream before Dane got his head turned the other way. David's cock
continued its eruption, spraying Dane's nose, cheek and hair. Try as they
might, they couldn't manage to coordinate head and cock head so nothing
went into Dane's mouth, which was about the only place it didn't go.

Things slowed to a dribble, I removed my finger from Dane's butt and both
David and I moved back to allow Dane to get back on the floor, which he
did.

"Damn Dane, you almost look like a frosted cookie you got so much white on
your face," David said. I had to agree. It was a pretty thorough facial
from the eyes down.

"On man you guys that was really hot. I didn't need to get fucked on that
go around," the boy said as he wiped some of the goo from his face and
smeared it on his torso. "I'm gonna jump in the pool," he added, as he
stood up and headed in that direction. It seemed like a good idea to me too
and David made it a third. We'd discovered that sperm didn't seem to clog
the system. After a couple of dives we sort of floated around and Dane told
us how hot it was doing the strip thing and the little show for us then
having us be a part of it with him. I asked him if he'd ever sucked his
cock before and he said he hadn't ever tried it but he's thought about it.
Just never thought about it when he was all hotted up. He wondered if it
was possible to get fucked when he was like that, his leg tossed over his
head like that. I said it was probably a doable thing and the glint in his
sweet blue eyes told that we'd be trying it out before long. Dane was a
very sexual and sensual boy, always looking for something new to try,
willing to try things that someone else may have thought up.

We swam and played for another half hour then went inside, the boys to
tackle their homework and me to continue do research into what the hell I
was going to do with the rest of my life. Professionally that is.

A few days later Dane came home from school in extremely high spirits. He
and David both had taken to coming in through the kitchen as Gerta always
had something prepared for a snack. I had taken to meeting them and
partaking in the snack while listening to the day's adventure.

"Oh man Cody you won't believe what happened today. I met these two boys
and they are so, so cute and they're like boyfriends Cody, they're gay."
David was right behind Dane and chuckled as both boys sat down at the
kitchen table to a plate of warm Macadamia nut cookies and ice-cold milk in
chilled glasses.

"It's all he talked about on the way home," David added.

"It's true," Dane insisted through a mouth full of cookie. "Together they
started the gay alliance club at school and since they're so popular,
hardly anybody ever gave them crap about it or about being gay. Mikel, the
cute blonde boy, is also on the swim team. I think I'm gonna join it. The
swim team I mean." Both David and I chuckled about that. "And Anton is on
the school track team," Dane went on. Gerta, meanwhile, went about her
business, not in the least perturbed by the talk. She had gotten use to us,
use to our openness about our sexual orientation.

"They are cute, no doubt about that," David chimed in stating that he had
been asked to join the swim team because of his experience and had agreed
to it.

"Can I invite them over sometime Cody?" Dane asked and of course I gave him
permission. We finished eating and Dane said he was going to change then
take the dogs out for a run, maybe go over to see Amelia and Gerta reminded
him that dinner would be at six sharp. David, Jim and I grabbed a couple of
chain saws and tossed them into a cart with a tree trimmer and other tools,
hooked the cart to our little tractor and went out to start cleaning the
connecting road between the Hawkins property and ours. It would be awhile
before we started calling it something else other than the Hawkins
property. Neither David nor I were strangers to manual labor and enjoyed
the physical activity of clearing the trees and brush. There were a great
many Alders growing in there and because of their size Jim suggested
keeping them to replace some of the aging pecker poles on our field gates
and stack some of the rest of them for cutting and splitting in the spring
when they were cured. A fast burner, Alder was great at the start of a fire
to get up a hot coal base that would more efficiently burn the more dense
Fir logs.

The weekend rolled around. Saturday morning was the time that Mikel's
mother was scheduled to drop the boys off and at eleven sharp a yellow
Rolls pulled up under the portico in front of the house. The day was
overcast, drizzly, gloomy, and cold so those factors, along with the boy's
visit, induced David and me to be in the house when they arrived and not
working on the Hawkins access path, which was close to completion.  In
order to not overwhelm then, David and I were in the living room reading
when Dane led the boys, along with Mikel's mother and a younger boy, into
the house.

To say that our guests were beautiful people would be an understatement.
At fourteen years old, they were both very close to Dane's overall
dimensions, any differences minimal. Mikel was platinum blonde, his hair
seeming to have more body to it than say, Nikki's, whose hair was almost
stick straight hair. His deep blue eyes, framed by thick lashes and brows,
were a splash of color against his smooth porcelain skin. An aquiline nose
and perfectly shaped, lightly rose colored lips, balanced beautifully his
oval face.

His hair a darker blonde, with bangs hanging almost in his large hazel
colored eyes, Anton was equally as beautiful. His face was a little more
round than Mikel's, his brows and lashes were darker and fuller, the latter
long and luxurious, the kind that girls cry for. Anton's nose was smaller
and just a little turned up at the tip, his skin tone was a little darker
than Mikel's, and he too had perfect lips. Both boys had photo perfect
smiles and perfect, crystal white teeth. Their handshakes were ones of
confidence and their voices were a lot like Dane's; struggling to enter
into adulthood. I had been around beautiful boys before but these two were
chart toppers whose combined beauty when standing next to each other seemed
more than their individual beauty. And it didn't end there.

We were introduced to the strikingly beautiful woman with them as Mikel's
mother Janice. Heels made her stand a couple of inches taller than the
boys, but it was very clear where Mikel's beauty came from. Janice could
easily have stepped off of the cover of any fashion magazine from anywhere
in the world. Her grip was light but firm as she greeted us then introduced
her younger son Jamie, a shorter eleven-year old boy whose beauty was on
par with the rest of the family. If these people weren't modeling they
should be.

"You have a lovely home," Janice said after all the introductions were
made. "I would love to be farther away from the rather cramped environment
of Edgewood," she added, referring to the very upper crust, gated and
guarded residential area located at the beginning of our country road. An
area of sometimes, elaborate mansions, the large homes were all situated on
one and two acre plots so I guess compared to our place it might seem
crowded. She wasn't being snobbish when she said it either, just making an
honest statement.

We all chatted awhile, the boys getting a little antsy to get busy with
their day, and then discussed the boys return home. We'd agreed to take
them home, and although the time was set for after dinner at our place, the
option was open for them to spend the night. Dane had broached the topic
and Janice's response was to call her and let her know. We all walked her
and Jamie to their car and while David and I watched them head back down
the drive, the boys were already on their way to do whatever they were
going to do.

"What do you think?" David asked me when Janice was gone and the boys were
out of earshot. I blew out a breath of air in that sign that sort of
represents a "WOW".

"Extraordinary," I said, and David nodded his head in agreement. "It could
prove very interesting indeed."

That would prove to be an understatement.