Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2014 18:47:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mainland Sojourn II

We traipsed downstairs and made our way to the kitchen, the dogs joining us
at the bottom of the stairs, where we found Harriet busy working on some
project or another, the air was filled with fragrance of fresh baked
cinnamon rolls. When she heard us enter the room she looked up from the
cinnamon rolls that she was frosting and beamed a large open smile, her
startling white teeth a contrast to her ebony skin. Harriet was Eritrean by
birth and as black as they came. She came from behind the island counter
and embraced me in an almost bone crushing hug, despite having seen me only
twenty four hours before. I introduced her to Brett who received the same
treatment, the only difference being that her large breasts all but
smothered the boy. I chuckled having been in the same position many times
as I was growing up.

Harriet isn't her real name, which is difficult to pronounce although Max
could do it, and she is one of the most elegant women of any color that
I've had the pleasure to know. A cross, in my mind, between Lena Horne and
Diana Ross, she was tall and willowy but with very large bosoms. She wore
her hair cropped short and was always made up, no matter what time of day I
ever saw her and she always wore colorful African style dresses, or sarongs
or whatever one wants to call them.

" I'll scramble up some eggs to go along with these rolls and the bacon in
the warmer. I hope you like to eat Brett, we eat a great deal in this
house," she added with a smile. I never did understand how in the hell she
remained as thin as she did eating the amounts and kinds of food that she
cooked.

"Brett will be staying with us at least until I go back to Hawaii
Harriet. He's having some difficulties in his current living arrangement
and I'm going to try and get that resolved for him before I leave." The
large eyes opened, the thick brows raised ever so slightly, indicating that
she understood what I hadn't said as much as what I had said. "First thing
is to get him some clothes. Is John doing anything for you today?"

"I don't have anything for him today Derek," she replied using my given
name just as she always had. "He will be in for breakfast and you can ask
him then," she said while she went about scrambling the eggs on the
professional sized six burner counter top gas stove. I went the fridge and
pulled out a large pitcher of ice cold fresh squeezed OJ along with a
pitcher of Cran Razz juice and put them on the table.

"Sit down Derek, Brett. I will take care of that." Harriet had always been
like that. Taking care of the family and the family needs was her job and
she was very clear about it. She rarely asked for help and I had learned
when to offer and when not to. Brett and I sat down just as the back door
opened and John came in from the utility room, spied us and waved hello as
he walked to the coffee pot and poured himself a large mug full of the
steaming brew then headed to where we sat.

Like Harriet, John had been with the family almost all of his life. His
father and mother had worked for Evelyn's parents for years and John had
been born in their quarters on the second floor of the carriage house,
quarters I might add that are quite large and rather opulent. John had
learned his job from his father and was responsible for the upkeep of the
house, grounds and cars, hiring out what work he couldn't complete, which
was very little indeed. He had never married but somewhere along the way he
and Harriet had managed to have a son together, the boy having studied
business at Harvard, all expenses beyond his scholarships paid for by
Evelyn's estate and then gone into the stockbroker business in Seattle. I'm
not sure what the arrangement was with Max but I never saw John sleep in
the house or Harriet in his quarters in the carriage house. But sleep
together they most certainly did. I wanted to ask but since neither of them
ever pried into my business, no matter how bizarre it may have seemed at
the time, it didn't feel right for me to put voice to any questions I might
have about their personal life.

I introduced John and Brett and followed with, "Do you have any plans today
John?"

"I always have plans," he responded with a ready smile, "but nothing
pressing. Do you need something Derek?" He did it too.

"I wanted to take Brett out to get some clothes and as you know, I hate
driving or parking in the city so was wondering if you would drive us."

"The Attorney wants you to call him and the ashes are ready," Harriet
chimed in as she set the rolls, and a platter of eggs and bacon on the
table. "They both called late yesterday afternoon." Max had specified
cremation and spreading of her ashes so was now ready for her final
journey.

"Sure Derek, I'll drive you. What time?" I told him probably in an hour,
after I called the attorney and the mortuary. We dug in and made small talk
while we ate, most of said talk directed toward Brett and afterwards I made
my calls, making arrangements to meet attorney and for John to pick up the
ashes, then took Brett on a tour of the rest of the house and grounds.

We started inside, going through an arched doorway to the left of the entry
and under the grand staircase. The first door on the left about fifteen
feet down the paneled hallway was the music room that contained a
refurnished Harpsichord, an older upright player piano as well as a twelve
foot Bluthner Grand. Resting on stands, were various other stringed
instruments that had been used throughout the history of the house. The
next room was the library, easily a twenty five foot square room with
shelves almost to the top of the fifteen foot walls. The leather bound
collection that covered most of the shelves would have been welcomed in any
major library in the world, many of the volumes first editions and or out
of print.

Across the hall was the game room, an antique Brunswick billiards table
dominating in the center of the room. There were chess, backgammon and
cribbage tables, their game board designs intricately inlaid colored
woods. The room held a roulette wheel as well and in one nook a fully
stocked bar.

On the same side of the grand hall was a movie theater that had originally
sat some two dozen guests in luxurious comfort. Max had told me that the
owners had it installed in the later nineteen twenties, the mistress of the
house totally taken by the silent films. Needless to say it had been
upgraded through the years and now it was more of an entertainment room
that held a sixty two inch Television with complete surround sound and a
collection of some six hundred DVD's. The theater seats had been replaced
with over stuffed chairs and sofa's and arranged into a more informal
setting.  A fully functional nineteen fifties popcorn machine along with a
fully stocked refrigerator and snack cupboard provided quests with plenty
of victuals.

Back across the hall was a room that had served as an office. I guess the
original master of the house had felt that the library would have been a
distraction. While this room held some books, it was mostly utilitarian,
containing a large conference table along with a huge Mahogany desk and of
all things, a Mosler walk in safe that was hidden behind a wall. The office
also had its own bathroom whereas the music room and library shared a two
thirds bathroom and the entertainment slash game room another. At the end
of hall, the corner of the house, was another small sitting room, and to
the right was the solarium slash pool.

This last room was easily equivalent to the living room albeit the layout
was a little bit different. Where the living room took up almost the entire
front of the house, this room took up an entire end. It had started as a
sort of ball room, a huge and mostly empty room for holding large party's
where people danced to the tune of a small band, or orchestra. In the
forties it had been remodeled into a huge solarium, the outer wall moved
out another twenty feet, the bottom three feet of the outer wall being
brick and the rest, including the first fifteen feet of the slanted roof,
glass. Of course the double French doors that led out to the gardens had
been retained in the new outer wall.  It contained its own heating system,
had a small reflection pool and was quite outré for its day.

When Evelyn became sick in the late fifties, it was decided that workouts
in a pool might help her and so the room was remodeled again. This time a
small swimming pool was added in the upper left corner, a room being added
specifically for it which was separated from the main part of the solarium
by glass doors that could be left open or closed in order to control
humidity. The living room had also been shortened at that end and an
exercise room installed that opened onto the solarium. Because the ceiling
was two stories high, the room had been filled with many lush tropical
plants as well as some trees. My friends and I had enjoyed an occasional
joint in that room when I was a teen and more than one sperming had taken
place in the chairs and chaise lounges that were scattered about.

"Wow D, what an incredible house. I bet it was totally cool growing up
here." I admitted that it was indeed, especially so having my primary
caregiver being open and accepting of my sexual orientation.

"Yeah, I wish it had been that way for me," he lamented. "What do you
suppose is going to happen now D? Am I gonna have to go back to her or go
into a foster home or what?"  He sounded dejected about the entire prospect
so I pulled him to me and held him.

"I don't know Brett," I replied, talking above his head. "I have some ideas
but mostly it will depend on what your aunt wants to do." I finally let go
of the boy telling him not to worry that we'd figure something out. We left
through the French doors and into the garden areas and around to the front
of house but clearly Brett's heart wasn't in it so we went back in the
house through the utility room. I whistled and in seconds the dogs came
bounding in to see what I wanted. I introduced Brett to them by name,
pointing out that Sabaka really did look more wolfish that Sacha, his name
meaning wolf in Russian, or Siberian or what the fuck ever. I suggested
that Brett go romp with the boys while I took care of a few things. His
mood seemed to improve and I headed for the privacy of the office.

I called Norm, that being short for L. Norman Hardesty the third, the
family attorney. Norm's family had handled Evelyn's family's legal matters
for over Ninety five years, Norm for at least thirty of them that I was
aware of. His grandson, L. Norman the fifth, was destined to be groomed for
the family practice while his son, the fourth, was already neck deep in
it. The Hardesty's and the McGregor's, Evelyn's family, had been on first
name basis from the very beginning, so his family were frequent house
guests over the years. His grandson and I knew each other and in fact,
young L. Norman had lost his virginity in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon
while the adults were downstairs chattering. But that was another story.

After a few pleasantries we got down to business, agreeing to meet at one
for lunch in his office and we'd go over the finalization of her will. I
then explained the situation with Brett being a runaway and explained the
rudimentary outline of a plan that had been running through my mind. He
asked me the aunt's name and Brett's, the former I'd found out by doing a
little Sherlock-ing.

"Let me make some phone calls and we'll talk about it at lunch."

I found Brett outside with John, the older man wiping down the already
gleaming Bentley, and listening intently to what John was saying.  John was
good with kids, had been great with me as well as his own son, who had
grown up on the property. He knew a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff and
was more than willing to share his knowledge.

"Are we ready John," I asked him as I approached, admiring for the hundred
and tenth time the gleaming bodywork of the car. I didn't care at all for
the new Rolls or Bentley's, feeling that after the mid sixties they just
lost character. The `sixty three S3 was a beautiful car in my
estimation. Max and Evelyn had thought so as well, purchasing the car when
it was new and rarely taking it out. Neither of them had ever driven it,
John always doing the driving.  I had driven the car regularly, generally
in the early morning hours on a Saturday or Sunday and with John always
riding shotgun. It was the smoothest thing I'd ever been in.

"Brett, how about you taking the dogs in the house and letting Harriet know
that we're leaving now," John asked. Brett smiled and nodded his head and
whistled , the dogs coming right to him and followed him in through the
utility room door. Once he was out of earshot, John said,

"He's a good boy Derek, much like you were at that age. It's a pity that
he's been dealt the cards that he has but I suspect that you have a plan."
John knew me pretty well and he'd always supported me one hundred and ten
percent. He probably figured that I'd had sex with Brett but whether or not
I had was none of his concern in his opinion. I explained what I was
thinking, short sweet and to the point. He seemed to think on that awhile
then nodded his head. "It's not un thinkable Derek. I assume that you'll be
talking with Norm this afternoon about it?" I nodded my head, as the back
door slammed shut and Brett came running up through the breezeway. "Good,"
John finished. "Good."

"Gosh this car is so quiet and so smooth," Brett commented as we glided
along the freeway heading toward one of the larger malls in search of
clothes for the boy. I chuckled and agreed with him because it was.

The search for clothes was fairly uneventful except for a short little cock
sucking in a dressing room while Brett was trying on underwear. Clearly,
briefs were out of the question and boxers didn't quite keep him contained
either, the head of his cock dropping out of the leg hole. I'd purchased a
pair of boxer briefs for him to try on and he did, turning and looking at
himself in the mirror while I all but stared at the fabric that was
outlining his terrific ass and then the front, that was sagging from the
weight of his cock.

"How do they feel," I asked him.

"Good. They feel pretty comfortable D," he said as he cupped the bulging
front of the dark blue briefs. I reached out and cupped him as well,
feeling the warmth from his body and the bulk of flesh that resided inside
the cloth. "Mmmmm," he said as I fondled him, feeling him respond. I
reached behind him with my other hand and felt his butt, squeezing the
fleshy orbs while I rubbed and squeezed at the front. I finally stopped and
reached my hand down inside the front of briefs and pulled them down
underneath his balls and watched as his cock stretched out to its full
length. I chuckled to myself at how young teenage boys can respond so
fucking fast. I got to my knees, took hold of the sausage in one hand and
put my mouth over the fat head and began bobbing just on the head and about
one inch of the shaft.

"OH gosh oh gosh D," he whispered. "God I'm gonna cum really quick." I was
counting on that and kept up my efforts, squeezing his balls as if to coax
his sperms out of their hiding place. Holding on to my head, Brett moved
his hips in tandem with my sucking, gently fucking into my mouth. He
groaned out as he came, spurting into my mouth in four solid jets before
things slowed to a dribble, and I cleaned that up until he giggled from the
tickling. I let go, reluctantly, and stood then pulled the underwear front
back up over his cock. Needless to say the briefs weren't designed to
contain almost ten inches of soft boy cock let alone a baseball bat. Brett
looked down and laughed.

"I don't think we'll find anything to hold it in when it's hard like that
D." I gave him a weird look then signaled for him to lower his voice. After
all, we weren't at home. He got a funny look on his face and mouthed
"sorry" but didn't appear overly concerned about his faux pas.

Six hundred dollars later we had everything from socks to a winter coat,
and everything in between. The bags were loaded in the trunk and soon we
were headed downtown to Norms office. "What are we gonna put this stuff in
when I have to go wherever I'm going to go D?" he asked out of simple
curiosity. I told him that we'd get some luggage of some kind when we knew
more about what his future looked like.

John dropped us off at the private entrance for the Bank Of America tower
where a liveried doorman opened the car door for us. As I got out John said
that while he was heading out to pick of Max's ashes he'd call Harriet to
discuss the situation and would call me with an answer, which was most
likely going to go the way I originally planned it. Ten minutes later,
after the fastest fucking elevator ride in the city, we exited on the
seventy first floor, where deep pile carpets, rich woodwork and quality
artwork were the standard. A well dressed and elegant middle aged
receptionist checked her list, found us, then directed me down the hall to
Hardesty Inc, Norms offices, where his receptionist greeted us and
immediately escorted us down another hall and ushered us into Norms huge
Southwest corner office.

In his senior years, Norm sort of reminded me of James Whitmore the
character actor, what with his wavy white hair and matching bushy
eyebrows. I hadn't see him in a couple of years so the old gent scooted out
from behind his monstrous antique desk and gave me a warm hug then turned
to introduce himself to Brett, who was apparently awestruck at the
view. Can't say as I blamed him. Unless you've been in an airplane, you
don't get much higher in Seattle.

"I'm a little hungry so what say we get lunch out of the way first." Brett
and I agreed with him so we left and headed up to the seventy sixth floor
to the Columbia Tower Club; exclusively private, expensive, with incredible
food and a crème de la crème member list. Talk was light, more about
catching up than anything else, and about half way through one of the best
meals I'd ever eaten my cell phone chimed. It was John who said that the
longer term option was satisfactory. I thanked him and told him I'd call
when we were finished.

Later, Brett got wrapped up in a computer game in an adjacent office while
Norm and I talked. The short story was that I was now a multi millionaire
and not just on paper. Aside from the house in Edmonds there were some
commercial properties and residences in desirable locations. There was a
healthy portfolio of very healthy blue chip stocks, which John's son Gabe
was managing, as well just under six and a half million dollars in various
bank accounts, many overseas, which were accruing interest at healthy rate.

"While you get the house, John and Harriet are allowed lifetime
residency. Unless, in the unlikely even that it's proven that they are, or
have been, committing any crimes on or against the property in which case
you may have them ejected. At the very least they are to be able to use the
carriage house as their quarters. Both have also been bequeathed a quarter
of a million dollars each and Gabe one hundred thousand dollars." He handed
me a sealed envelope with my name written on it in Max's crabbed scrawl.

"I don't know what's in there, only that I was to give it to you at this
time. All in all I would guess your net worth somewhere in the neighborhood
of twenty five million, give or take. Now, about the boy.

I made a few inquiries. He is what he appears to be, a nice kid, gets good
grades in school, has no juvenile police record, and the aunt is willing to
relinquish custody to the state. I talked to five (his grandson) who is an
administrative judge for the state department of social and health
services, God only knows when he'll get that out of his system, and he says
that getting custody won't be a problem. He said to give you his warmest
regards by the way." I bet he did.  "He will push the paperwork through for
either Harriet or John unless they decide to get married in which case they
would be the foster parents together. If they decided to legally adopt at a
later date they could. Aren't they concerned about raising a fourteen year
old at their age?" He didn't wait for an answer. "In any case the entire
thing can be finished in less than a week once you give the go ahead."

Without another word I pulled out my cell phone and called John and gave
him the lowdown, including the marriage part. He told me that while
marriage had been discussed often enough, they hadn't made any real plans
for it so go ahead and make Harriet the single foster parent. I hung up and
gave Norm the information who in turn made a phone call and ordered the
papers to be taken to the aunt and signed immediately and copies fedexed to
him and a set to his grandson. I was a little curious about that and when
he hung up I asked.

Norm smiled and said that he already had all Brett's information that was
needed for the release and that it was simply a matter of filling in the
boxes on the papers and getting them signed, which most likely would be
finished within twenty four hours. "When you've been in the business as
long I have your hard earned contacts pay off in expediency. I'll call five
and let him know that we're on track for later this week. He'll handle the
case. Don't you have any concerns that he might not want what you're
offering?" Norm could change tack quickly but I knew what he was asking.

"Not really now but the fact is that no matter what, he isn't going back to
the aunt so the release papers will have to be done regardless. Let's call
him in right now and see how he feels about it all." Norm got up and went
to the door into the room where Brett was and called him in. Once the boy
was settled comfortably in the overstuffed chair I told him what was going
on.

"Have you given any more thought about what you want or plan to do Brett?"
I asked him, receiving a sideways shake of his head in response. "What do
you think about staying at the house?" His grey eyes lit up like Christmas
tree lights.

"You mean live with you D?" he asked with some excitement in his voice.

"No, not exactly since I have to go back to Hawaii and right now taking you
with me isn't an option." His eyes closed a little and his brows knitted
giving a physical appearance to his curiosity. I went on.

"Harriet and John are willing to be foster parents for you Brett, which
means you would be staying at the house. I would be visiting quite a few
times throughout the year and of course you could still come to Hawaii for
visits, maybe even spend the summer and of course we could talk by phone a
lot as well."  He was nodding his head as I talked, as if silently agreeing
to each of the points that I made. When I was finished he was quiet for
awhile then finally said,

"I wish you would be there too D but I understand that you have things in
Hawaii that you need to do but yes, I'd like living with Harriet and being
with John too." I could sense the disappointment in his voice but it was
the best I had to offer the boy and probably the best offer he'd ever
get. We all continued a little more small talk then I called John who said
he would be downstairs in ten minutes. We thanked Norm and fifteen minutes
later were back on the freeway, headed north toward home. Brett was less
than his bubbly self and I assumed that it was because I wasn't going to be
involved in his life on a day to day basis once I went back home. When I
asked him if he was okay he turned and smiled at me, nodding his head. "Yes
I am D. I guess I'm just kinda in shock a little bit. I mean just yesterday
I was a run away boy with no place to go and no idea what I was gonna do
and now I have a home, and not just a home but a mansion and people who
really want me. It's like a fairy tale sorta, ya know?" He moved across the
burgundy leather seat and snuggled next to me. "Thank you D. I really mean
that." I had no doubt that he did.

Back at the house, Harriet greeted us at the front door and gave Brett
another of her asphyxiating hugs then stepping back said,

"I'm glad that you'll be staying with us Brett. It will be lovely having a
teenager around the house again. You can have your choice of bedrooms on
the third floor, or anywhere else in the house for that matter but," and
she looked at me, "I would suggest the front corner room." I nodded and
when Brett asked what that was I suggested that we go up and look. I
surprised the boy by pushing on one of four dozen small engraved panels on
the intricately carved wall that separated the entry from the living
room. A section of the wall slid silently open revealing an elevator, large
enough to hold a hospital bed, originally installed for Evelyn's mother in
her declining years and of course used by Evelyn.

"Cool," was all Brett could say. We exited on the third floor about ten
feet down the hall from my room. We turned left and headed down the wide
hallway coming to the end, which was by no mean the end of the house. We
entered through the large, arched door on the right in to an expansive,
airy room. Inside the door and about six feet to the left was a wall that
projected about twelve feet into the room. On it, was a built in desk and
shelving all done in polished walnut. About half way down the wall on the
right was a small fireplace, one of about ten in the house and on the wall
above it a ten foot long and four foot high mirror in an ornate gilded
frame . The kind sized bed was on a dais in the far left corner of the room
and thus the corner of the house. The entire front edge platform that it
sat on was curved, reaching from wall to wall, the three steps to the top
of the platform following the entire arc. The bed frame was itself was
fairly elaborate, a hold over from the nineteenth century, and the
headboard had an area for books as well as three hidden storage places
which I put to good use as a teenager. Huge, arched windows graced both
walls that looked outside and two smaller ones inside the large ones,
opened onto a small balcony on the front of the house. The rest of the open
space was sittin area while the bathroom and walk in closet were behind the
wall that the desk was on, the overall design similar to the master suite,
the layout being small and somewhat varied.

"Wow, this will be my room?" Brett asked, almost breathless. I nodded my
head. Unless you want something different but I'll tell you what, after the
master suite this is the best of the rest. This was my room all through
high school and college. I have great many memories of this room."

"I bet you do," Brett replied with a smile. "Gosh, this is so great," he
said as he walked about the room, touching chair, running his fingers along
the fireplace mantel and just looking around.

"Go check out the bed," I told him and when he did, his face broke into a
huge smile.

"It's a waterbed," he cried as he flopped backward onto it. Indeed it
was. Max had a mattress custom made to fit the frame and I noticed as I
approached the bed that the dual heating units underneath it had been
turned on. I flopped down on the bed next to Brett and facing him.

"So. Do you think you can live here?" I asked him. He had rolled to face me
and responded,

"Yes, I can D. I wish you were going to be here with me but I can do it.  I
had sort of hoped that we could be, well, you know, like lovers or
something." He reached out and rubbed the front of my jeans. "Of course
since you aren't leaving for a while you can still be my lover and my
teacher and stuff."

"If you keep that up you're gong to get a lesson right now," I told him, my
cock responding to his ministrations.

"Ooohhh good. I need another lesson teacher," he said as his hand moved to
the fly of my jeans and unzipped it.

"I think you should close the door first," I told him. While he bounded off
the bed and went to close the door, I kicked off my shoes and got more
comfortable on the bed. Brett skipped back across the floor and leapt onto
the dais where he kicked off his new Sketchers and lay down next to me, his
hand going straight for my zipper to continue what he'd started. Once
opened he slipped his hand inside and began rubbing my rapidly inflating
cock from the outside of my underwear. Deciding there wasn't enough room he
unsnapped my jeans and pulled the flap wide open and returned to what he
was doing, which lasted all of about ten seconds before he got to his
knees. He grabbed the rim of my pants and started tugging them down so I
lifted my ass to help him. He pushed my pants to my knees and lay back down
and went back to rubbing on me then slipped his hand up inside the wide leg
of my boxers and found my balls, which he cupped and squeezed gently then
moved north, his fingers finding the base of my shaft. I spread my legs as
much as I could to give him access but neither of us was quite
satisfied. Then there was the fact that Brett's cock had inflated and was
seriously cramping the boy's style.

"I need to get out of these pants D. My cock doesn't have any room to
move." He got up off the bed and tugged his pants and underwear off in one
fell swoop, his rock hard cock bounding out to greet the world the like a
Great Dane. For my part I removed my boxers and since Brett was taking his
shirt off, I peeled mine off as well. I watched with admiration as he moved
back to the bed, his slender smooth young body being led by his big hard
dick.

He lay down next to me and went back to work, rubbing on my balls and
stroking my cock while I just let him explore as he needed to. He finally
lowered his head as he raised up my small one and licked the precum that
was leaking out. "Boy you sure make a lot of stuff D," he said then took
the head into his mouth and held it there while his tongue went about
exploring the silky flesh. I enjoyed totally what the boy was doing with my
body but I really wanted to enjoy his as well.

"Brett, turn around so I can suck your cock too," I told him. The cute
young thing did as I asked and in moments I was looking closely as one of
the most magnificent cocks I'd ever had the pleasure to, well,
pleasure. His large balls hung loosely onto his upper thigh, the swollen
head of his cock level with his flat belly button. I started on the soft
smooth sac o' nuts, licking the eggs inside, pushing them around with my
tongue as I felt Brett return to licking and sucking on my cock head. Like
most young boys when they first discover boy sex, Brett was sort of fixated
on my cock.

I grasped onto his swollen boyhood and pulled it toward me, slowly stroking
the thick shaft while I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. The new
feeling caused Brett to stop the action on my cock, although he didn't take
his mouth away from it. I finally let the fat nugget plop out and moved
upward, licking at the base of his cock while still stroking the center of
it. As I held the thing, I wondered briefly how it would feel shoved up my
ass, pushed in to the hilt and his smooth young balls resting against my
skin.  My cock throbbed at the thought. Then I wondered about rimming the
boy, running my tongue over the crinkled muscle of his virgin hole. I
rapidly calculated how long it had been since we showered, which was about
five hours before. Just at the edge for me between edible and non edible. I
decided to put it off for another time.

I moved my body away from his slightly and pulled the shaft down so that I
could have access to his cock head. I took it into my mouth and suckled
him, just like I had in the dressing room. As usual he was ready to blow
almost immediately.

"Stop a sec D," he said. "I want you to cum first, okay?"  I told him that
was fine but the thing was, it would take forever.

"Tell you what. How about if I jack off and when I'm about ready to cum you
can take over. How's that?" He readily agreed so I went to work, one hand a
stroking, the other fondling. Fondling Brett of course. It didn't take all
that long. It rarely does when we do it ourselves.  "Okay, take me home
Brett," I told him.

I kept playing with his balls, sliding my finger underneath and running it
along the seam of flesh that ended at his butt hole. He actually opened his
legs a little bit for me while he stroked my cock and I worked my fingers
over his sensitive flesh

"It's there baby," I whispered to him, "go ahead and jack me faster,
harder." I felt the tingle, felt the swelling of my cock as the liquid tore
up the inside of the shaft and the white reproductive goo reached daylight,
spurting out into the air and landing on my belly. Brett put his mouth over
the nozzle and kept stroking me, directing my sperm into his mouth. He did
a very credible job that time, managing to swallow most of my offering. As
usual the fun was over and the sensitivity started in. However, I was much
more used to it that the inexperienced young teenager, than most young
teenagers.

"The taste isn't so bad is it D, kinda salty like and dry, if that makes
sense." It did, and I told him so. He had turned around and faced me then
leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips, pulled away, looked in my
eyes then went back for seconds. I put and arm around his shoulders and
held him to me while I kissed him back, my tongue pushing its way into his
mouth and playing tag with his tongue. Brett caught onto the game quickly
and was soon panting loudly. I finally broke the kiss off and pushed him
onto his back and got down to the business of sucking his cock. I stroked
him while my lips paid service to his swollen cock head, almost purple from
the amount of blood that it contained.

"Oh god oh god that feels so good D," he moaned out as I suckled him,
holding my lips as tight as I could as my mouth slipped back and forth over
the sensitive rim of his cock head. "OH man I'm cumming," He panted and
then he was there. He thrust his hips in the air as though that would
enhance his orgasm, pushing up as his sperm blasted into my mouth and
splashed off the back of my throat before I managed to swallow it. He gave
up good four jets of his fresh squeezed juice before it slowed down and so
I slowed down on the stoking but stopped sucking, just keeping the
sensitive head in my mouth. I really did love sucking cock and eating a
young boy's cum, Brett's adolescent cock and sperm no different than any
other boy.  He finally started giggling and pushed my head away, the
sensitivity too much for the inexperienced young teen.

He moved up along side of me and kissed me again, this one a softer, more
tender thank you kiss not destined to stimulate. "Being sexy with you is so
awesome D. It's everything that I ever dreamed of, honest." I hugged him to
me, his half hard cock pressing against my belly.

"I'm glad Brett. I like being with you too." We finally untangled, went
into the bathroom and cleaned off, then got dressed and went back
downstairs and found all of the bags of Brett's new clothes sitting on the
huge antique wooden bench to the side of the door opposite the stairway.

"Leave those for now Brett," I told him and headed through the dining room
to the kitchen where I found Harriet and John having coffee and, I knew,
waiting for us.

"There's some soda in the fridge Brett," Harriet told him as I headed for
the coffee. We all sat down at the kitchen table and the discussion
started.

"So, the way I understand it," I began, "is that you Harriet will be
granted temporary foster care for Brett under the special circumstance
clause. That should be done within the week." She nodded her head while
Brett had a kind of stricken look on his face. I held my finger in the air
cautioning him to wait then went on. "We'll all know within ninety days if
this is a good fit or not and assuming it is then permanent foster care
will be awarded. If at sometime adoption becomes an option then we'll cross
that bridge although I doubt it would pose any kind of problem."

I looked at Brett. "You need to understand that these two people are going
to make the day to day decisions for you and they are doing so in my
stead. I can't foster parent anyone because I'm a not a citizen of this
state. For anything major in your life, Harriet will talk to me but
understand this, contacting me for something that Harriet or John are not
agreeing to will get you nowhere. I tried that with Max and got the only
real chewing out of my life from her." Harriet and John both smiled at the
memory. No body said anything about what would happen if things didn't work
out. The three adults present were good judges of character and regardless
of the fact that we'd only known the boy for twenty four hours we all felt
confident that it would work. For his part, Brett would be determined to
make it work, another judgment that we all felt about the boy.

"Any questions Brett?" He nodded his head so I suggested that he go put his
new clothes away as I had things to discuss with John and Harriet. He asked
if he could use the elevator and I said that it was fine but that it wasn't
to be used except for moving larger or unwieldy things to the upper
floors. I then told him which panel to push to open the door. Once he was
gone I explained the situation with the other two.

"As you both already know I am the sole heir to Max's estate. I have no
intention of moving back here anytime soon nor do I have any intentions of
selling the house or making any other major changes. I know that Max had
already given each of you some of her personal possessions but there's more
that I don't think you know about." The two of them looked at each other
and then at me and I went about explaining the contents of the will to
them.

"So, if you wish to leave you have the money to live elsewhere and have my
blessings if that's what you choose at any time." Of course they both shook
their heads saying that they had no intention of leaving.

"Brett. Well I guess we all feel pretty good about that. We need to discuss
private versus public school but I guess we should include him in that
discussion. You both know me well, had a large hand in raising me. I doubt
that you'll need me for much of anything in his regard. Needless to say I
will okay any increase in the basic household budget that either you of you
feel is necessary."  I knew that the operating account for the house was
kept at about five grand and I also knew that it was more than
sufficient. "I'm also increasing your monthly stipend." The both shook
their heads in protest. Hell they were each being paid three thousand a
month with no expenses to speak of but I loved them and I knew that they
had talked of traveling, having been tied to the house and Max for so many
years.

"Is it time to bring on some new full time help Harriet?" I asked her. We'd
had a plethora of part timers over the years, some of them having been with
us for ten or more years, coming in when Harriet felt the need for them. I
thought perhaps it was time to give Harriet a break even though Max had
approached her with the same offer over the years and been denied each
time.

"Yes Derek," she said with a smile, "I do think that maybe it's time. I
have a couple of people in mind that I trust completely."

"John?" I asked the older man. He nodded his head.

"There are a few things that I could use help with and I think I'd like to
hire out the basic yard maintenance." I nodded my head and things were
quiet for a moment as they looked at each other.

"What?" I asked.

"Well," John said, "Its like this. Uumm, aahhhh..."

"The back stairs are getting to be too much for the old boy," Harriet
jumped in, "We would like to, well, shack up, I think is the current term."
I laughed at John's discomfort, a situation that he very rarely found
himself in.

"But of course," I answered them, "Certainly you may. Here in the house or
in your quarters John?" They felt that the main house would be best since
they were going to be raising a teenager again.. My mind jumped backwards a
frame or so.

"What back stairs?" I knew of at least two out of the way staircases so was
curious as to which one they were referring to. When John said the one
going out to the carriage house I was floored.

"What? I exclaimed. "I didn't know about any hidden staircase or passageway
that led to the carriage house."

"What's up?" Brett asked, coming into the kitchen at that moment.

"Come on, I'll show you?" John said getting up from the table.

"What's going on?" Brett asked again.

"There are a number of hidden staircases in this house that are known only
to those who live here."

"Cool" Brett interrupted.

"John is going to show me one that I didn't know existed."

"Well, you know about the one that goes up to the second floor servants
quarters," John said as went to the wall next to the refrigerator and
pressed on it, the spring loaded panel popping open and revealing a small
six foot square room with a heavily carpeted and somewhat narrow staircase
leading upward. Like the rest of the house, the tiny room and staircase
walls were paneled nicely. John reached up about six feet and pressed what
turned out to be a small button and the paneled wall opposite the staircase
silently slid open about three inches, enough to grasp the edge and push it
open, which he did. He reached inside and turned on an old fashioned light
switch that illuminated the steep stairs and what appeared to be a hallway
at the bottom. Unlike the other staircase, these were uncarpeted but solid
and made no noise as we all descended single file to the bottom where we
moved off down a narrow tunnel.  The smell of dampness and mildew was
pretty strong down there and the evidence of the dampness very clear on the
heavy wood planks that made up the walls and ceiling. Thirty feet or so
later another staircase led up to a small landing. Here John pushed on a
wall that opened into the garage proper, said wall being the one that the
myriad of garden tools was hung on. Still another staircase led to the
quarters above the carriage house and coming out in John's room.

"According to Max, who of course got it from Evelyn, the original master of
the house, being a merchant sailor and ship's captain for some years, had a
penchant for teenage boys and so had the tunnel and stairway built so that
he could visit his stable boys whenever he felt the need. Remember, back
then such unions were fairly common although not talked about and remember
too that well to do women of the day didn't necessarily find sex all that
exciting, at least where their husbands were concerned."

"So, pederasty comes to the house easily," I commented to which John
replied,

"So it would seem."

"I always wondered how Gabe managed to happen," I said, John getting
embarrassed by my statement. "I mean I figured that you two were lovers, I
just didn't know how the hell you did it. You were so careful." I assumed
that Max knew. "So, I said, leaping forward a couple of notches, "There
must be another staircase from the master suite that connects with the
servants staircase."

"Yup there is. Come on, I'll show you." He headed back down and then up,
showing me how to close the doors as we went, ending up on the second floor
landing by the servants quarters while another set of stairs went up five
steps and made a ninety degree turn to the left. He first pushed on a wall
to show us where it opened onto a small kitchenette that was originally for
the servants use. Again, John reached up, found a button on the opposite
wall and a panel opened up to reveal a narrow metal spiral staircase which
we climbed. At the top, with John and I crowded on the landing he found and
pushed another button that opened a panel a crack then pushed it open and
we entered the master suite from behind a hidden panel in the closet where
clothes would have been hung. I was totally blown away by the whole thing
and said so.

"Well, things like this were very common back then. In fact it wasn't
unknown for the mistress of the house to make a nocturnal trip to the
servants quarters or even out to the carriage house or have one of the
hired help meet her up here. There's a similar staircase in your room as
well." I must have had a look of disbelief on my face because he laughed
and motioned us to follow him after showing me the narrow channels at the
very top of the panel that allowed one to close them from the outside. The
inside had a small handle for such purposes. We went out through the master
suite where he showed me where the other set of stairs came out next to the
elevator. We continued down the hall to the other end of the house.

"You know about this one," he said, pushing in a panel in the hallway that
popped open to reveal a narrow staircase headed downward. The panels were
spring loaded so that they could be opened easily if one's hands were full
or other wise occupied. They could easily be pushed open from the inside
and had a small handle built in to pull them closed, full hands or
not. Needless to say the stairways were put there more for the servants
convenience that anything else. It allowed them to move about the house
doing their work without being seen by or interrupting the quests. We went
into my old room, Brett's new one, where John popped a panel in my hanging
closet that revealed a narrow hallway that appeared to go nowhere. At the
end he pushed on a panel that opened into a similar closet in the bedroom
across the hall, explaining that midnight trysts often took place among
guests that stayed in the house. In fact, assignment of rooms was often
done with a specific tryst in mind. He pulled the panel closed, found yet
another button and a part of the hall wall slid open to reveal a short
staircase, which we went down. At the bottom he pushed a button and another
panel slid open to reveal the servants staircase he had just showed me
outside my bedroom door. From there we went down to the second floor
landing where he pushed on a panel that opened onto the second floor
hallway at the opposite end of the house from the servants
quarters. Another staircase continued down to the first floor. Another
button caused another panel to slid open to reveal yet another staircase
that led down to a long narrow passageway on the first floor.

"We must be somewhere near the theater," I told him." He said I was correct
then continued down the passageway to where it ended. There was a small,
narrow window there and peeping through I saw that we were behind the bar
in the game room. "A two way mirror," I exclaimed and John said yes. He
reached down and slid a panel aside and we crept through, this doorway only
three feet high and hidden under the back bar.

"God that's incredible," I told him. He chuckled and said,

"There's more. Did you notice anything special in the stairwells?" I hadn't
and shook my head. Brett had though and said so.

"Yeah, the lights were on."

"Correct. It was quite ingenious and always somewhat ahead of it's time
since the electric lights were first installed but the idea was, the lights
would go on automatically when a door was popped open and would stay on
until the next door popped open. Over the years the electronics were
improved so now the lights are pressure sensitive with monitors under each
landing and each step. The lights go out automatically when no sensor has
been tripped for sixty seconds."

"At the very top of the secret door is small pin hole. That way, the
master, or the mistress for that matter, could tell if someone was in the
stairway before they opened the secret panel. There may be more secrets
passages in this house that I don't know about, in fact, I'd be surprised
if there wasn't. "Originally there were other outbuilding so there may have
been tunnels and passageways built to them as well. The land has been sold
off over the years so now there's no way to tell.

"Are there other things I should know about the property John, as long as
we're on the subject." John didn't think so, everything was going fairly
along smoothly, although Max had talked about applying for the house to be
listed on the state register of historic places, mostly because of the
architecture of the house. Also there was a huge storage area in the
basement that still contained unused furniture, the original toilets and
bathtubs and things of that nature and did I want to do anything about
either of those things.

"Lets continue to look into the historical thing and maybe in the next few
days you and I can take a look in the basement. You know, I don't think I
went down there more than once and that right after I moved in," I told
him." It was rather a scary place, a mix of cavernous rooms and small nooks
and cranny's and of course the huge heating systems for the house, solarium
and pool.

"On another track, is there anything that you need, or that needs
repairing?"  He allowed as how the pickup could stand replacing and unless
I was planning on doing any camping sometime soon, I might want to consider
selling the camper. Now that they had a teenager in the house, a vehicle
that was a little more family oriented might be in order as well. So, I
made some on the spot decisions. We'd trade the Z8 in and get a 7 series
BMW, something that Harriet could drive if need be, although John drove her
almost everywhere. Trade in the truck and the camper on a new pickup, one
that he felt would meet the needs of the house. I was partial to the
Bentley and didn't want to part with it and John agreed with me.

As for the house it was in good shape. John had kept a close eye on it over
the years and knew every nook and cranny. "So. We're good to go?" He nodded
his head. "Okay then, lets take care of the car things tomorrow. We'll do
the car first then the truck. Any idea what you'd like to have?" John
allowed as how he felt comfortable sticking with Dodge and I agreed with
him. So that was settled.

"I'm glad that you're here John. I'm glad that you and Harriet want to
stay, not just for Brett but for me, for the house. I really appreciate
it." He wasn't used to praise and I could see he was uncomfortable so I let
it go at that and we both headed toward the house, opting for the kitchen
entrance.


Over dinner we discussed the car situation and Harriet stated clearly that
she didn't care one way or the other as she had no intention of
driving. She did like the idea of pursuing the historical piece since Max
had been considering it for some time. Later that evening Brett and I
watched A Beautiful Thing in the entertainment room. It was a British film
about two gay boys little older than Brett. We sat snuggled on a sofa
eating popcorn and at the end we both had a tear in our eyes, happy for the
young lovers. Afterwards we helped each other undress for bed, which
delayed the "going to sleep" process considerably, although the shower we
took would have had the same effect.

It started with a simply hug, standing in the windows of the widow's walk
and looking out at the lights of Edmonds and on the other side of the
sound. We could see a ferry midway between the two sides, almost impossible
to tell which way it was going unless you stared at it for a long time. We
were standing side by side, his arm around my waist and mine draped over
his shoulder as he leaned into me. I was absently moving my fingers back
and forth, grazing across his nipple, and could feel the little nubbin
harden slightly. Brett giggled.

"That feels kinda good D," he said. "I never knew my nipples could feel
like that." He leaned harder into me and his hand slipped down to my butt
and gently squeezed on one cheek. "I like how your butt feels D. It's
pretty firm for an old guy." I pinched his nipple causing him to flinch and
giggle again and then he was in my arms, head up turned, both his hands on
my ass and pulling me to him. I dropped my head and kissed him and within
seconds it turned into a wide open mouthed, tongue battling, lip bruising
kiss. His hand moved to the front and rubbed on my cock while I did the
same to him, and still we kissed. Soon it was both of his hands working at
my jeans unbuttoning and unzipping, almost frantically, searching for my
hardened flesh.

My own hands were in motion as well and it became a little complicated and
awkward but like all lovers in a state of excitement we managed, and soon
both rampant cocks were out in the air and being lovingly stroked. With one
hand I pushed my jeans down to get my balls out of their confined space and
allow them to hang free and once mine were done, I did the same for
Brett. Without a word we both managed to shove both pants and underwear to
the floor before going back to stroking, fondling, and squeezing each
other. And back to kissing. I loved the feel of Brett's slender young boy's
butt, and groped at it while I stroked his throbbing teenage cock, our
tongues back to fighting each other at the other end. I let my fingers
trail up and down his crack, my finger tips slipping inside just a little
bit, teasing him, tickling him. Brett's breathing was coming faster and
becoming shallower as his heat level rose. I wanted to introduce the boy to
anal stimulation, first a finger, then maybe a tongue and eventually all
eight inches of rock hard dick. The room on the widow's walk wasn't the
place to do any of those things. It might have been had I been prepared but
the fact was, I wasn't.

"Let's go down to my bed," I breathed into his ear and without a word, he
broke contact with me, bent and picked up his clothes and headed for the
stairs. I was right behind him, watching those glorious orbs of flesh sway
as he walked down the stairs. At the bottom he dropped his clothes and
turned to wait for me, ten inches of steel hard cock sticking out from his
slender boy's body like a branch on a tree. He'd peeled his t-shirt off as
he neared the bottom, standing and waiting for me in all of his young
teenage glory. Fuck I loved boys. My shirt was off by the time I reached
the bottom of the stairs and we met again, this time no cloth to get
between us. His cock stabbed at me as we moved into each other's body, and
we both giggled. I moved it off to the side so that it stuck out like a hat
rack between our bodies. He was warm to the touch, and I reveled in the
heat he was sharing with me.

I bent and picked him up, my hands cupped under his butt, and was amazed at
how light he was. Brett giggled like a school girl, his arms thrown around
my neck, his legs around my waist, his fucking goddamn big cock nearly
poking me under the chin while my cock head grazed lightly against his
butt. I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently then knelt above
him. I kept my eyes locked on his as my finger trailed very lightly down
over his nipples and onto his flat belly, working down each side of his
cock but not touching the pole itself. I moved south, touching the edges of
his sparse pubic next then down into the crease of his inner thigh,
alongside his fat balls. Brett automatically opened his legs, his body
wiggling and squirming as I stimulated him, some tickling, some more
erotic. I slipped down his inner thigh to his knee then back up the other
side stopping as I got to his soft smooth balls and went underneath them. I
lifted the sac up with the back of my hand while my fingers trailed up and
down on the seam of flesh that runs down the scrotum to the asshole.

 Little sounds of mewing and groaning and moaning escaped from the boy's
throat as I kept up the stimulation, his eyes closed in order to block all
sensory input except what I was doing to him.  I was close enough to the
headboard to slide open a little door and retrieve the lube that I'd placed
there the first night I was in the house. Hey, you never know what's likely
to come up. As I regained my balance I allowed a finger to slide further
down and burrow between Brett's cheeks, heading for his hole. The boy
spread his legs even wider to give me access to his hidden portal as my
finger reached it and grazed across it's crinkled surface. Using my thumb,
I popped the cap on the lube, reached over and down, and poured some onto
the middle finger of my other hand, which went straight to the boy's muscle
and slipped inside up to the first knuckle. Brett's eyes flew open, if half
shut from lust could be considered open.

"You okay with this?" I asked him as I wiggled the inserted finger tip for
emphasis. He nodded his head then closed his eyes again. I slipped the
finger in all the way, the knuckles of my hand pressed against his
cheeks. I started the motion, sliding out then going back in, slowly. The
sounds coming from the young boy grew louder and more frequent. While I
continued that movement I popped open the lube again and placed the bottle
under my chin, and using my head as leverage, squeezed some lube into my
free hand then used that palm to close it up again before letting it drop
to the bed between my legs. I decided to give the hot and horny young
virgin a double dose of stimulation and wrapped my lubed palm around his
swollen cock head and stroked it at the same time I massaged his
prostate. That about did the cute young teen in.

His eyes flew open as his hands gripped the bed sheets and he groaned
loudly. I moved so that I was straddling one of his legs and began finger
fucking him a little faster as my other hand stroked the head and about
four inches of his thick shaft. Needless to say the over stimulation took
him to sperming level immediately.

"Ooohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck," he groaned out as his eyes rolled to the back of
his head and he thrust his slender hips upward. And he spermed. Boy did he
sperm. Even though he'd already cum three times that day he managed
another, his balls giving up four jets of fresh boy sperm, the first one
hitting him on the chin. Of course since his cock head was at least half
way to his cute smooth face that in itself wasn't the feat but the fact
that he'd already cum three times that day showed that this fourth shot was
enhanced by the new stimulation that he was experiencing. His show quickly
over, I left my finger in his ass and scooped up his cum with my other hand
and began stroking my own throbbing cock furiously, reaching my peak fairly
fast. Brett had opened his eyes and was watching as I came, sperm blasting
to his lower belly and leaving a trail down into his pubes and over his
balls. The next squirts hit his cock and balls, leaving the boy's entire
genital area awash in my juices.

I slowed my stroking and gently pulled my finger from the boy's hole,
causing a slight moan from him. My cock slowed to an ooze and holding the
shaft, directed the seeping head across his balls, moving the smooth
hairless bag back and forth, and in effect cleaning my dripping sperm with
them.

"Fuck that was the most hottest and intense thing I ever felt," Brett
commented in a husky voice, the feelings of lust not yet drained from his
young body.

"I thought you might enjoy that baby boy. I remember the first time that
happened to me."

"Is it like then when you have a cock in there D, when somebody fucks you?"
I explained it was different from time to time and depending on what was
put in there but generally it was pretty intense.  "Are you gonna fuck me
D? Will your big cock fit inside my butt?"

"Whether or not I fuck you will be entirely up to you and yes, my cock
would fit inside of you, just as yours would fit inside me. I think," I
added with a theatrical pause and a laugh. I climbed off the bed and went
into the bathroom, returning with warm washcloth and proceeded to clean the
boy off. It took a couple of trips but I managed a credible job, the sperm
sticking in his pubic hair the worst, as we all well know, and causing him
to moan when I cleaned off his puckered little butt hole. By the time I
finished cleaning myself off and returned to the bedroom Brett's breathing
had smoothed out and he was drifting off to sleep. I smiled to myself and
decided to go ahead and take a shower. Living in Hawaii, I was used to
showering at night before bed and often in the morning as well. It was a
hard habit to break. I turned the lamps off in the bedroom, did a quick
turn in the shower then went back into the bedroom to turn off the light as
I got ready to hit the sack. It was there, on an end table in the sitting
room, that I found the envelope that Norm had given that afternoon as we
finished up our business. I tore it open and found a hand written note in
Max's scrawl and a key.

"My dearest Derek,

Obviously, I have passed on or you wouldn't be reading this. I want to
thank you so much for bringing such joy into my life. Having you around was
always a pleasure but having you live with me those almost ten years was an
absolute God send. After Evelyn died I couldn't seem to muster much
purpose. You gave me that Derek, and much more. I could never have asked
for a more polite and trouble free young person in my life and you will
never truly know how grateful I was to have you in my life.

Putting all that aside, there is one last thing that I have for you, the
last of Evelyn's legacy. What you choose to do with it of course is up to
you. Had you not been gay, like Evelyn and I, the decision would have been
easier for all of us but we were and you are gay and so...

Go to the built in dresser on the left wall of the closet. Place your hands
in the middle on each side and push down firmly. You will feel the entire
unit move downward about an inch which will allow the dresser to then swing
outward. The key in this envelope will fit the lock on the door that you'll
find there.

God bless you my son and the very best of luck in all your endeavors.

All my love, Max.

I felt my throat and my chest constrict as I read her very last words to
me, not the least of which was the fact that she called me her son. It took
a few minutes to regain myself before I went to the dresser that she
mentioned which was to one side of the panel to the hidden staircase. I
looked it over then placed my hands as she told me. I pushed down, met
resistance and exerted more pressure. I felt the unit move and when I let
up it moved silently toward me riding on hinges that must have been hidden
in the woodwork. I pulled it open until it stopped and saw that there was
in fact a small door about two feet square. I inserted the old fashioned
skeleton key, turned it and opened the door.

Inside was a cubby hole that held what appeared to be a small chest,
similar to the kind you'd see in old pirate movies, sitting squarely on a
shelf about an inch off the floor of the cubby hole. The chest's dimensions
were just slightly smaller than the cubby hole so it appeared as though the
hiding place had been created specifically for it. I tugged on the chest
and discovered that it was fairly heavy and although it didn't move, the
shelf under it did. Placing my fingers under the shelf and the other hand
on the chest, I pulled and the whole works slid out of the hole which
enabled me to open the lid, which I did.

What I saw caused me to rock back onto my ass and sit, almost dumbfounded,
and simply stare. I understood what Max had meant by her statements about
being gay. Had I not been, then I would have most likely had a wife and
from there possibly daughters or daughters in law. Had that been the case
then the decision would have been much easier. If Max had not been gay,
then I most likely would never have been placed in a position to have to
make any decisions at all.

I reached in and picked up one of the objects from the deep tray that was
attached to the lid of the chest and looked it over carefully. I was not
expert of course but the quality of the workmanship appeared to be both
good and old the latter part causing me to believe that it was real, not
fake. If that was the case, then the whole mess was real indeed and that
meant that I had inherited a whole fucking shit load of high quality
antique jewelry.