Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 14:27:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mainland Sojourn III

A casual scan of the chest showed rings, expensive leather boxes like those
used for necklaces and bracelets, as well as a variety of leather pouches,
the kind that are used to carry loose stones. In addition there were
broaches, jewel studded hair ornaments and earrings. There were a bunch of
gold coins dated mid 1800's and from the stamp I guessed they were ten and
twenty dollar gold pieces and while I didn't know a hell of a lot about old
coins I figured that they were probably worth at least a couple thousand
dollars apiece. I would soon learn that I underestimated their value. A
lot.

I was getting really sleepy but couldn't resist opening a few things. I
started with a large rectangular box and discovered an amazing diamond and
sapphire necklace, the centerpiece a pendant with a single large diamond
with smaller sapphires set around it.  The diamond had to be ten to fifteen
carats, not that I knew jewels but I damn sure knew big when I saw
it. There was a set of matching earrings as well, the long dangling kind,
the set suited for elegant gatherings. Or so I would assume. I put it back
and pulled out a couple of leather pouches and discovered loose stones of
varying sizes and colors. This was going to take some time and right then
wasn't it. I put everything back, closed the door and the dresser and went
to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke up around seven, as usual, and snuck out of bed so as not to wake
Brett.  Dressed in sweat pants and a long sleeved t-shirt I made my way to
the kitchen for a cup of Harriet's magnificent coffee whose strong
fragrance was competing with something baking in the oven. Harriet and John
were sitting at the breakfast table when I came in the room and judging
from the way they bolted upright I guessed that they may have been in a
huddled conversation, the kind that lovers do. They said their good
mornings while I poured my coffee and when I sat down with them I got right
to my first point, mostly directed at John.

"Okay, look. You've been lovers for years and we all know it. The old guard
is gone and in any case in this day in age who gives a rat's ass." Harriet
immediately admonished me for my language. I nodded and went on, "John
there's no reason on earth for you to act like you're strictly hired
help. You're family and as long as you're going to be a quasi foster parent
it would be healthy for Brett to see common intimacy so please, go ahead
and hold hands or whatever." He gave me a "look" then said that he'd
try. The look I got from Harriet was more like a thank you.

"So, I haven't talked to Brett about private school but I think it'll be
best for him. There isn't anything close that I'm aware of so that means
you'll have to transportation. How will that work for you John?" Like
everything, the man pondered a while then said,

"Well, most of the time I don't have anything pressing. Of course it'll
mean a lot of time on the road and some of it during peak hours." We
discussed the possibility that any school Brett would go to might just have
some form of transportation in place. On the other hand, I thought, we
might well set up a transportation system that other families might use,
assuming that some were fairly close by.

"I been thinking about what you said about hiring someone else full time
Derek so if I did that it would certainly help." I nodded my head in assent
and was ready to add something else when Brett came through the door, all
smiles, with his thick blonde hair in disarray. He went straight to the
fridge and poured some orange juice then joined us at that table.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked him and he answered that it was great, he slept
like a dog in the hot noon sun. That elicited a laugh from John.

"We were talking about school for you and where you should go. According to
my resources you get pretty decent grades so I was wondering how you might
feel about going to a private school as opposed to public school." He
thought about it a moment.

"I guess it doesn't really matter. I bet I'd have to wear a uniform in
private school though and probly have to cut my hair off. None of that
stuff really matters all that much. I'd want to be able to play sports and
stuff though." I agreed that I wanted him to be actively engaged in sports
and other school activities. He asked me where he might go and I told him
that I honestly didn't know. He suggested that I call the "lawyer dude,"
and ask him. The fact that it was a great suggestion was reflected on the
faces of all three adults at the table.

"Okay, second order of business. We've got to get the car thing taken care
of today. I really need to get back to Honolulu and would like to have
those things settled before I leave. So, where and how are we gonna do this
John?" I was deferring to the older man since he knew much more the why's
and where fore's than I did.

"Well," he finally said after his obligatory pause, "Don't see any reason
to race around to find the best deal so let's just take the trucks into
Lynnwood Dodge and be done with it. The Beemer we got in Bellevue so may as
well do business over there." Harriet had gotten up and pulled an Apple
Strudel from the oven and sat it ceremoniously on the table then retrieved
some plates and silverware and we dug in. Talk was light as we tucked away
the better part of delicious pastry. When we finished, John said he'd make
some phone calls, which I needed to do as well, then we agreed to meet out
front in an hour.

I called Norm and asked him about schools and he recommended one in
Bellevue, which was rather fortuitous since that's where we would be headed
sometime that day. I also told him about the hoard that I'd found stashed
in the house and he chuckled.

"I'd seen bits and pieces of it over the years, heard even more rumors
about it. Supposedly it's worth millions. Evelyn's family could trace their
ancestors back to the late sixteen hundreds and it's said there was more
than one pirate in the woodpile so to speak. So, I'm guessing that you'll
need it appraised and insured." I agreed that I did and we talked briefly
about what that would entail.

I finally managed to get off the phone and head upstairs to take a shower
and found Brett, fully naked, full on hard and spread eagle on my bed. I
wondered briefly if I'd be able to make it back downstairs in the allotted
time. I tugged my clothes off as I walked toward him, my eyes roving over
the slender boy-ish body that had a full grown man sized cock attached to
it. I lay down next to him and grasped onto the pole pulling it upright and
lowered my mouth to it. I breathed in deeply the gamey boy odor of him, a
fragrance I loved, as I took the fat head of his cock into my mouth and
suckled it and an inch or so of his thick shaft.

"God I love it when you suck my cock D," he moaned, his finger playing in
my hair as I took him ever closer to an orgasm. Needless to say that didn't
take long, less than a minute actually before the boy informed me that he
was about to cum.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God," was about all he could muster before the
baseball bat dick in my hand thickened and my mouth was flooded with his
sperm. I swallowed quickly, greedily taking in every drop of him, but saved
the very last one. I held it in my mouth for a moment then left his
magnificent boy cock and crawled along side of him. I continued to stroke
him as I leaned down to kiss him. Brett opened his mouth to receive me and
when he did I let go of the glob of cum in my mouth, letting it fall down
into his. His eyes flew open but to his credit he swallowed it and
continued the kissing and tonguing until I broke away.

"Wow, that was weird, eating my own sperms," he said with a smile.

"You mean haven't ever done that," I asked and he said "no he hadn't." He'd
tasted his cum of course, what boy hasn't, but not a mouthful like that.

"You mean you've never sucked your own cock?" The boy got a little
embarrassed then admitted that he'd tried it a couple of times. What the
hell, it was plenty big enough for him to reach without a lot of effort, he
just had never carried it through to that end conclusion. I wondered
briefly how he would feel about cumming in his own mouth while I rimmed his
tight little hole out, deciding that might be a fun thing to try. In fact
just rimming him was a goal. Perhaps that evening after everything had
settled down I would introduce him to that wondrous game.

I finally rolled away from him and started to get up but he pulled me back
down.

"Aren't you gonna cum D? I was going to make you cum." I told him that
might take a little longer than we had time for and that there was plenty
of time for that later. He gave me a little pout then smiled and rolled off
the other side of the bed, and we headed for the shower, his still half
hard cock leading the way like a seeing-eye cock. I send him into start his
process while I parked on the toilet for that process then joined him.  The
shower was fairly quick and mostly uneventful though I did wash out his
hole, spending a fair amount of time grazing back and forth across it and
of course causing him to go hard as stone. I chuckled to myself at the
recuperative powers of a young teenage boy and was really wanting to play
some shower games with him but we did have work to do so we reluctantly
left the water closet and made it back downstairs as John was backing the
truck and camper out of the garage.  Brett and I climbed into small truck
and followed John He to Lynnwood Dodge where he found a new Dodge Ram in
metallic silver. It wasn't a top of line vehicle but it was close being
fully loaded including a full tow package. They gave us a fair price for
the camper and I wrote a check for the thing, adding five grand for custom
rims. I explained to John that we had a certain image to live up to. He
scowled but I knew that he was pleased.

I signed whatever papers needed to be signed and had a driver run Brett and
me back to the house to get the Z8 and head toward Bellevue where I hit the
city limits some thirty minutes later, easily found the BMW dealership,
pulled in and parked. Since I was already driving an almost brand new
Beemer, I wasn't mobbed by salesmen. In fact, the only person who
approached me was a young man who walked with a noticeable limp. Cute and
young, with slightly unruly dark blonde hair and straight white teeth, he
sounded a little tentative when he asked if he could help me. I looked
around, noticing at least one other sales person sporting an expensive suit
and what I perceived as a smirk.

"Perhaps but may I ask you a questions first?" He nodded his head. "You
pretty new at this?" He blushed and nodded his head. "So, I'm betting that
since I pulled in driving a new, hundred grand BMW the more seasoned guys
decided I wasn't worth wasting their precious time on?"

"Oh, well, uhhmm, I don't think that's the case," he stammered as his face
turned a bit more reddish, turning to see if anyone had overheard my
comment, which I hadn't gone out of my way to conceal.

"What's your name?" He said his name was Jordon and I introduced Brett and
I and when I asked, he said he was eighteen. Further investigation told me
that his grandfather was owner of the dealership and even though Jordon had
been around the car business all of his life, the older salesmen treated
him like a kid, and a spoiled one at that. I decided on the spot that I
rather liked the Z8. It was fun, and I liked fun. I decided to keep it.

Brett had gone over to the cars on the showroom floor and was looking
around. I called out to him, plenty loudly.

"So which one do you want Brett?" The eyes on the half dozen other salesmen
popped out of their heads at the question. Brett turned to look at me, a
questioning look on his beautiful young face.

"What?"

"Which one do you want," I repeated as I walked over to him, Jordon
following along with me.

"Well, this one is kinda nice," he said. He was standing next to a Sapphire
Blue 760il, the top of the line sedan.

"So tell me about this car Jordon," I asked the cute young thing who
proceeded to do just that. And he did a credible job. I know a fair amount
about cars and he covered just about everything I could possibly want to
know and then some. He finished up telling me that they had one on the lot
that was actually a little bit better than the one on the showroom
floor. He purposely understated the situation. We went outside and looked
at the car, which impressed Brett to no end. Hell, I was impressed. It had
every conceivable option that the factory had to offer and some that it
didn't which included: a custom Alpine stereo system, GPS, onboard
computer, monitors built into the front seat headrests for rear passengers,
remote auto start, and a much more elaborate custom alarm system with voice
activated locking. It had some killer assed rims and a color shifting paint
job that looked like the Sapphire blue from one angle and deep blue red
from another and purple from still a different angle. The car had been
custom built for some local player whose financial situation had been
drastically altered by an arrest for possession of an extraordinarily large
amount of cocaine. Back in the showroom I carried on with what I'd started.

"Well, you know Jordon. I was thinking about trading the Z8 in." To his
credit the boy's facial expression didn't change but a few of the salesmen
who were pretending not to be paying attention reacted with smiles or
outright chuckles. Since the trade in value of the Z was going to be high,
that meant that the commission on the sale of a new car wouldn't be nearly
as large.

"Okay," he said with a smile, well lets go see what we can do about a trade
in value." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Well, that's the thing Jordon. I think I'm just gonna keep the Z and buy
the 760 outright and I think I'll take the one out back. After all, how
many people have sat in this one?" I said, indicating the show room model.
"I assume you'll accept a check?" The smiles quickly left the other
salesmen's faces as Jordon informed that they would be happy to accept a
check, which I wrote for a hundred and fifty seven thousand and change then
waited for five minutes while Jordon called to make sure it was good. When
he came back he assured me that everything was just fine, which of course
was no surprise since I had automatic overdraft and how many million in the
bank.  Then there was all the paperwork. Initially the sales manager was
supposed to handle all the final things but I pointed out that either
Jordon stayed with me through everything or I wouldn't buy the car. I got
my way and the cute young man spent the next half hour completing all the
paperwork during which I probed.

I found out that, while he didn't really mind selling cars, he wasn't all
that happy doing what he was doing and really wanted to do something that
allowed him more freedom, more opportunity to work with his hands but being
a cripple seemed to turned prospective employers off. I gave that some
thought and we finished what we were doing about the same time the shop
finished the last of the detail work.

"I'm wondering if you would mind following me to my house Jordon. Obviously
I can't drive both cars. Of course I'll arrange to bring you back here." He
said that was no problem and while we were there he would show me how to
set the voice recognition system.  On the way back home, admiring the feel
and handling of the 760, I phoned the house and talked to John so he was
waiting for us when got there.

When we got out of the cars John was right there to admire the760, his new
truck gleaming in the driveway. For his part, Jordon commented on the house
but didn't seem overly awed by it and when I asked him about that he said
that he'd grown up around huge old homes so it wasn't anything really
new. He did comment on the architecture and made some comments about how
this thing or that thing fit in so nicely. I'd introduced him to John who
asked him if he would like a basic tour of the place and Jordon said he'd
like that. Afterwards John brought him into the house where Harriet had
lunch waiting for us. As he sat down, John nodded to me so during lunch I
probed a little bit more. After lunch I had Brett show Jordon the rest of
the house and I talked with John and Harriet.

They both seemed to like the boy. John said that Jordon seemed to have many
talents that could in fact be used at the house. When I asked if the boy
would be able to handle the things that John would be hiring another helper
to do the older man replied that he didn't see why not. The kid was lame
but not incapacitated which of course was my main concern. The other thing
was that he was somewhat close to Brett's age and that could turn out to be
a decided plus. I decide to have John take us back to Bellevue in the
Bentley. I really wanted to rub it into the noses of the other asshole
salesmen. Once again, Jordon was impressed with the Bentley, not because it
was a Bentley, but because of the style it had, the respectability.

"My granddad has a new one and its nice and all but it just doesn't have
the class that this one does." I continued to get to know the boy as we
rode, Brett up front with John. I asked Jordon if he knew about a private
school in the Bellevue area called The Pacific Academy and he laughed,
saying that he'd graduated from there a scant 9 months or so
before. Further discussion indicated that it was a good school, the staff
and instructors very qualified and generally well liked by the
students. While their charges were the children and grandchildren of the
movers and shakers of the Pacific Northwest as well as other parts of the
globe, the school still brooked no serious misbehavior and so they didn't
have the problems that public school did. Oh sure there was always the
practical jokes, especially in the dorms, along with all the other stuff
that happens when you have boys living together. When I asked if he'd lived
in the dorms he admitted that his grandfather had him spend his freshman
year there for the experience. When I asked how that was he smiled and said
that he'd "learned a great deal about things that he otherwise might not
have." My belly was tingling at the familiar story of a gay boy, or at
least a straight boy who'd tested the waters so to speak.

"I'm sure you understand how boys are in situations like that D," he
stated, casting a short sideways glance at me. "In any case, I thoroughly
enjoyed it and would have spent the next few years there but my granddad
wanted me at the Lake Washington house. Would you like to drive by the
school, it's not far from the dealership?" I nodded my head and told John
that we were going to take a short side trip and the older man simply
nodded his head. Jordon then gave him the directions and John nodded his
head again and drove straight to the place in ten minutes.

It looked almost looked like a typical prep school: walled and gated,
obligatory wrought iron and brick, expanses of well manicured emerald green
lawns and strategically placed trees, multi storied brick buildings and a
winding driveway lined with gardens that would soon be sprouting
flowers-colorful I was sure. Jordon identified the various buildings for me
and we left, arriving at the dealership ten minutes later. As he started to
get out of the car I put my hand on his shoulder, indicating that I wanted
him to wait.

"When riding in a Bentley or a Rolls, always wait for the driver to get
your door. But aside from that, how would you like to go to work for me?"
His pretty blue eyes shot open and his thick dark brown eyebrows arched
northward.

"Huh?

"I'm offering you a job. We've been planning on hiring someone to help John
at the house. You said you wanted more freedom, to work outside, to work
with your hands. I'm offering you a chance to do all that. Are you
interested?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, I am but what would I be doing?" I asked if he was free that evening
and when he said that he was I invited him to dinner to discuss things in
more detail. He readily accepted so I gave him a time. John had opened the
door so the boy simply slid out, thanked me and headed toward the front
door of the building where a half dozen salesmen were staring out,
wondering who was in the Bentley and what it was doing there. From where I
was sitting I could see the looks of surprise on their faces when Jordon
got out and limped in their direction. John closed the door, climbed in,
and had us back at the house thirty five minutes later.

It was almost three by then which meant that getting downtown with the
jewelry would be difficult, getting back home at a reasonable hour would be
impossible. I called Norm and we set an appointment for ten the following
morning at his office where we would be met by a jewelry appraiser. I went
into the kitchen where I found Brett munching on some of Harriet's
chocolate chip cookies.

"How about a swim Brett," I asked him as I snagged a cookie from the tray.

"Yeah," he said, his beautiful face lighting up in a smile. Then it
drooped. "I don't have a swim suit D."

"Well, I don't either," I offered, glancing at Harriet who didn't bat and
eyelash but said,

"You boys go play. I'll stay away from that end of the house. Derek there
are towels in the cupboard." She was referring to a towel cupboard in the
pool area that was always stocked. And out we went.

We peeled off our clothes, leaving them in a puddle and dove in, both of us
swimming the length of the pool before stopping. "This is so cool, having a
swimming pool right in your own house." I agreed with him then added,

"You know makes it even cooler?" He shook his head and I reached under the
water and grasped onto his cock, which hadn't shriveled at all as far as I
could tell. "Having a cute naked boy in the pool." He smiled as I continued
to fondle and stroke his boyhood pride and joy, bringing it to full
operating capacity in about thirty seconds. He snuggled up to me and
grasped onto my cock, which was half hard and rapidly rising.

"I agree about the naked part. Have you had other naked boys in here before
D?" I nodded my head, memories flooding back to me of fucking Tony at
poolside late one night, he fifteen and me seventeen. What a hot little
thing he'd been. I'd shown him how to fuck and he became almost insatiable,
keeping me up till all hours on more than one weekend night. Not that I
ever complained.

"Yes," I replied, "but no one as beautiful or as gifted," I squeezed his
fully inflated tube for emphasis, "as you are." I ducked under the water
and took the swollen head of the object of discussion into my mouth and
suckled it but you know, underwater, and chlorinated at that, well it just
wasn't the same. I came back up and moved him to the shallow area and went
back to paying homage to his magnificent piece of flesh.

"What about Harriet or John? What if they see us?" I stopped what I was
doing, the sucking at least cuz I kept up the slow stroking, and explained
that they both knew that we were lovers , or at least suspected. Harriet
knew that we were swimming naked so wouldn't venture into this end of the
house. As for John, well, I don't see him around anywhere and suspect that
if he saw that we were in here would not come near the windows or into the
area. I further explained that John had done just that when I was about
eighteen, walked into the pool area where three friends and I were swimming
and horsing around. We weren't being sexual but we weren't wearing any
clothes either. John had been highly embarrassed but had never said a
thing, closing the pool door immediately. From that point on, he always
informed me on the mornings that he had pool maintenance to do or if the
pool company was coming, thus avoiding a similar situation. I went back to
what I was doing, cupping and squeezing the fat young teenage sperm makers
while I bobbed back and forth on his cock. Brett got into the act, gently
fucking into my warm mouth, soft moans escaping his throat.

"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop D," he groaned out. I stood up and took
his hand, leading him up out of the pool.

"Let's go upstairs," I said as I pulled a couple of towels from the
cupboard. He smiled and said okay and we both performed a cursory drying
then tucked the large cotton bath towels around our waists, gathered up our
clothes and head into the hall and took one of the hidden staircases to the
third floor and scampered down to the far end of the house to my room. I
barely got the door closed and turned around before Brett was in my arms, a
damp, naked bundle of squirming teenage boy, his clothes and towel dumped
unceremoniously on the carpet. He tugged my towel off then pressed into me,
his big cock sliding into an upright position against my flesh. He pulled
my head down and planted a hard kiss on my lips, his tongue forcing it's
way into my mouth, the breathes through his nostrils audible in the other
wise quiet room. I reached behind him and cupped the delicious orbs of his
slender young butt, kneading and squeezing the flesh while my own tongue
engaged in a battle with his.

Brett finally broke the kiss and dropped to his knees in front of me and
took my rigid cock into his mouth and began moving back and forth over the
sensitive head. It was a huge turn on for me, looking down and seeing the
smooth young face as my cock penetrated it, the perfect lips extended
outwards to accommodate my flesh in the time honored method of male oral
sex. God I wanted to fuck him in the worst way, to bury my cock deep inside
his virginal young body and make him cum as I drove in and out of him. I
wanted him inside of me as well. I wanted to feel his huge cock stretching
my asshole wide open, to see the bliss that would surely mark his face as
he lost his virginity inside of me. I wanted to taste all of the cute young
teenage boy in every way possible. Speaking of taste...

I let the boy suckle me until his mouth got sore, which wasn't very long
indeed, and when he stood up I took him by the hand and led him to the bed
where he immediately lay down on his back. I gently urged him to roll onto
his belly then spread his legs and got between then. He figured I was going
to fuck him right then and there and actually put voice to the question,
fear and concern very evident in his tone.

"No baby, not this time." I lay down, my face almost in his ass, and spread
his cheeks wide open then devoured the sight with my eyes first. Totally
hairless, the entire area around his puckered flesh was smooth as billiard
ball, the beginning part of his ball sac stretching down to the bed where
his balls rested in a puddle of skin and lumps. I reveled in the sight, to
me one of the most erotic there is. I leaned and sniffed in the odor of
him, the pungent musky fragrance of healthy young boy fighting the odor
from the chlorine pool water. My tongue snaked out and flicked at his
muscle, tasting his essence for the first time. I flicked two more times
before allowing my tongue to press into him and stay there, licking all
around the area and at times trying to force its' way inside of him.

For his part, Brett moaned into the pillow and pushed backwards, forcing
his cheeks open and almost willing me to enter his body. His ass raised
slightly, the skin of his sac stretching out more and inviting me to lick
down onto the sensitive flesh. And that's what I did, licking from his
tight little hole down along the seam of flesh onto his ball sac and back
up again, finally eliciting comments, that is if Oh God, Oh fuck actually
fall into that category.

I finally stopped and moved out of the way allowing Brett rolled onto his
back. I lay beside him and we went back to kissing a little bit then he
asked,

"Gosh D that felt so awesome good. I'd never think my butt hole could feel
so good. Is it as much fun doing it too?" I told him I loved it, both ways
so of course it wouldn't do but what he had to give it shot so I rolled to
my belly and spread my legs. I shave down there too so it was all nice and
smooth, hopefully inviting to the young teen. I felt my cheeks open up, a
pause, then a quick tentative flick of his tongue. After two or three such
flicks he let his tongue explore and in moments I could tell that he was as
turned on by rimming as he was by getting rimmed. Again, his mouth got sore
fairly quickly so he stopped and lay back along side of me, commenting on
the experience and letting me know that he loved doing it.

"Are you ready to cum Brett?" I asked him. He nodded his head asking what I
had in mind. I retrieved the bottle of lube from my nightstand, telling the
boy to lie on his back, which he did. I poured the gooey liquid onto a
finger and got between his legs, telling him to pull them back and open
himself up. He knew what was coming and complied, holding his legs behind
the knees and pulling them back as fast as he could. I put my lubed finger
next to his flesh and slipped inside of him quite easily. I was rewarded
with a gasp and his eyes flashing wide open. I immediately slipped almost
all the way out and moved back inside asking him if it felt good.

"Oh yeah, D, it feels awesome." I told him to let his legs down but keep
his feet flat, which he did, then told him to pour some lube into my hand,
which he did. Once that was done I told him to hold his cock upright for
me, holding it at the base, and when it was in place I wrapped my hand
around the fat swollen head, squeezed it and twisted. I felt his asshole
tighten on my finger at totally new feelings ripped through his young body.

"Ooohhhhhh," he groaned out as I found his prostate and massaged it while
my other hand other hand gripped his cock head and slipped back and forth,
squeezing it as I did so. I figured he'd last about twenty seconds. He
actually made it forty five. "I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna..."

I felt his prostate harden, his cock swell and then it erupted. I moved off
of the sensitive head and stroked the shaft while my finger probed and slid
across his prostate and his sperm poured forth. Well, pour isn't really the
correct word, but blasted pretty well described it. I had his cock held
about forty five degrees to his body and the first ropey strand shot clear
over his shoulder onto the pillow, followed by three more that landed on
his shoulder tip, shoulder face and nipple respectively. The rest of his
offering merely plopped or oozed out of his cock. Brett's eyes were closed
and he was gasping for air as his young body gave up its life creating
offering, finally relaxing back onto the bed as his cock finished it's job
and I slowed my ministrations down and finally stopped.

 I waited a moment before slowly slipping my finger out of him and taking
my hand from his cock, letting it rest against his belly. I then scooped
his sperm up and put it to my cock head and proceed to jack off while I
squeezed and tugged on my balls. My own sperming didn't take long and in
moments I was spewing cum out onto Brett's body, hitting his belly, his
cock and balls. And usual my cock slowed to a dribble within a minute and
my stroking did as well. Brett's had been open, well, half open, and he
watched with a lazy smile as I sprayed his smooth body with my fluids.  I
finally let go of everything and let myself fall forward, my hand resting
on the bed beside him. I let my lower body relax onto his, although not my
whole weight, and our cocks lay side by side, pressed between our bodies.

"Fuck that was hot D. I can't believe it. What was that spot in my butt
that you pushed on, oh man it felt so, so fucking good?"  I explained his
prostate, what it was for and how it worked, wondering how we'd missed that
discussion the night before when I'd stimulated him thusly.

"Does it feel that good when you get fucked too D?" I told him that mostly
it did although it wasn't that simple. Some people loved getting fucked
while others didn't like it all and still others like both giving and
receiving.

"Are we gonna do that soon D? I want to try it before you leave." And with
that he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips while
pressing his lower body into mine, moving around so that our still hard
cocks slipped and slid next to each other. I broke the kiss and answered
him.

"If you're sure that's what you want Brett I'm sure that we can manage it
before I leave. How do you feel about fucking me? Is that something you
want to try as well?" He nodded his head and smiled hugely, white teeth
almost sparkling.

"Maybe tonight?" he asked. I nodded and told him why not.

"Meanwhile, we have company coming so how about we get cleaned up?" I
rolled off of him and headed straight for the shower, Brett following
me. As we were soaping and cleaning in the shower he asked me about Jordon.

"So what do you think about Jordon," he asked and when I asked what he
meant he said, "about his being gay and stuff." I was a little shocked at
that, asking the boy if he thought that Jordon was gay. He said he'd been
listening to the conversation and it seemed to him that Jordon's being gay
was a definite possibility. I was a little surprised but then of course it
may have been more of a case of wishful thinking.

"I don't know Brett, I suppose its' possible. Would you like it if he was?"
He said he didn't know then turned it back on me asking if I wanted to be
sexy with the older teen. I responded that I hadn't given it any thought,
how about Brett, did he want to be sexy with him. Brett said that with me
around I was plenty sexy enough for him but after I was gone he's like to
find someone to be sexy with, a boyfriend or something. He caught himself,
backpedaling and saying that didn't sound quite right, that he wasn't
waiting for me to leave so he could be with someone else. I laughed and
told him not to worry about it, that I understood what he was thinking,
what he meant.

"Its okay baby boy. I can't be here for you and you're a growing boy with
physical needs. I would expect you not only want to be with another guy but
encourage you to. I would ask that you use your head though, make good
decisions. For instance, I can see you being with Jordon but I wouldn't
want you to be with another adult. Its' too risky for a variety of reasons
but the reality is you're now part of a very wealthy family. That leaves
you very open to exploitation. Like I was, you're welcome to bring boys
home your own age, again using your head and your discretion. If something
happens between you and Jordon well, I guess we'll cross that bridge when
we come to it."  I really did trust Brett's judgment but I've also found
that it's necessary to lay out the rules or what you expect from people,
that way at least you've covered your own ass. We finished up and ten
minutes later I was headed down the stairs while Brett said he was going to
his room to put some of his new clothes away, no time having been made to
do so since he'd gotten them.

I had barely hit the bottom step when John came through the front door with
Jordon in tow. He was dressed more casually; tan chino's and a polo shirt,
but he'd kept the bright smile and twinkling eyes. He was definitely cute
young man. I welcomed him with a handshake, did the basic preliminaries
then asked if he wanted a tour of the house, which of course he did. We
made our way through the house and finally to the third floor and as we
went I explained what we were looking for in an employee and how he might
fit into our basic plan. He listened intently and the few questions he
asked were pertinent. Jordon seemed impressed with the house although more
with the overall architecture than with the opulence. His interest
ratcheted up a notch when he saw the master bedroom however and his eyebrow
raised when he saw the small, boys sized boxer brief's on the floor by
Brett's side of the bed. Normally Harriet or one of the hired girls made
the bed and straightened the room unless I had a guest in the house. Then
it was my job to let Harriet know that my room needed cleaning or linen
changing or whatever. No one really wanted to be confronted with the
absolute truth that a minor was sleeping in my bed, regardless of what
Michael Jackson might say. I simply picked the dark red item of clothing up
and turned to take it to the laundry chute and noticed the rather wry and
knowing look on Jordon's face, a look which told me a great deal about the
boy.

We headed down the hall toward Brett's new room and since the door was wide
open we walked in, Jordon coming along side of me as he entered the room. I
was just ready to call out Brett's name when he came around the corner from
his closet slash bathroom. The look of surprise on his face most likely
matched the one on mine and Jordon's faces and clearly told me that he
wasn't expecting anyone, let alone a stranger to be standing in his
bedroom. The boy was full on naked, his magnificent cock about half hard
and leading the way for him, quite admirably too I might add. He stopped so
fast that the stick protruding from his slender smooth body bobbed a couple
of times, drawing the attention of both Jordon and myself. The boy gasped,
did a quick about face and headed back around the corner, presumably to
cover himself.

"Gifted young thing," Jordon commented. "He must be a lot of fun" Jordon
seemed to feel quite confident in bringing things out into the open. What
the hell, he'd grown up in wealth and in the event that one didn't know,
the wealthy live by a slightly different set of rules than the rest of the
world and besides, the boy had already all but came right out and told me
he was a player, at least in his younger years, and those being not all
that long ago.

"Oh, he is all of that," I responded.  "Sorry Brett," I called out, "the
door was open so I just assumed..." and let it trail off. He called back
that it was okay I went on to explain to Jordon that the room had been mine
when I lived here and that it was now Brett's since I was leaving for
Hawaii in a few days. Jordon looked around, commented on how nice it was
and Brett finally came out of his closet area, this time fully covered in
new Levi's and a button down Reverb shirt. And of course he was
embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, I was just coming to close the door," he said, looking
toward me and Jordon.

"Well there's no need to apologize to me Brett," Jordon said with a smile,
especially not with a cock like yours." Again, Jordon wasn't beating around
any bushes but just calling things as he saw them, or it, in this case. He
went right on to explain that the same thing had happened to him once, only
it was a maid in his grandfather's house that had walked in on Jordon and
two friends when he was fourteen and none of them had anything on but rock
hard cocks. He chuckled at the memory so I shared the incident when Max had
caught me and another boy in the living room.

"So it happens," Jordon said. "At the risk of being rude however, may I ask
just how big that thing is?" Brett blushed but was still pleased and said
that it was slightly over ten inches when hard. Jordon simply nodded his
head and said, "Nice." I was very curious at that point and wondered how I
was going to manage bedding Jordon before I left, although I imagined that
it wouldn't be all that difficult. The biggest question was how, or if,
Brett would fit into that arrangement and if he didn't how he would respond
to it. Pondering that, I turned and headed out of the bedroom, the other
two falling in behind me.

Dinner was Bar-B-Cue pork ribs, a baked corn dish, fresh baking powder
biscuits and a fresh baked blackberry pie, the latter made with the tiny
wild black berries which far outshine the larger and more seedy
Himalayan's. We mixed business with pleasure, John telling Jordon what his
duties would be, some of the work that needed to be done on the house and
asking Jordon's opinion of some of the projects. I told him that he had the
option of living on the property if he wanted, that there was a full suite
of rooms on the second floor of the carriage house that we'd show him after
dinner and that it had no effect what so ever on what his salary would
be. For his part Jordon asked questions, as he had done with me, although
they were directed to John. During a lull in the conversation Brett asked
if Jordon would be driving him to school, if in fact he went to the Academy
and if they didn't provide transportation. I answered that question with an
affirmative which elicited a large toothy grin from Brett and at least a
small one from Jordon.

Jordon stated that he was fairly well interested in living on the property
since he was still living with his grandparents and while it was nice and
all, he was interested in getting out on his own a little bit more.

"So would it be okay to see where I might be living?" I looked to John who
nodded assent.

"Sure, come," I said, sliding my chair out and standing up.

"Can I come too?" Brett asked and I responded with a smile and nod of my
head. We headed out the back door, up through the breezeway and into the
garage. The stairway to the second floor was fully enclosed to prevent gas
fumes from the vehicles and lawn machinery from seeping up stairs. At the
top of the carpeted stairs we turned right, the only direction available,
and walked down about fifteen feet of hallway that looked out on the end of
the property and the water in the distance. The hall opened up into a huge
room, easily twenty feet long and the full depth of the building. The
living room portion looked out through French windows onto the back of the
property and the full kitchen looked out onto the driveway and front of the
house. Initially there were four bedrooms with a small communal living area
and no kitchen, the servant's being fed from the main kitchen either before
or after the master of the house's family. It had been remodeled in the
early sixties to the present configuration of living room and kitchen with
a large bedroom and bathroom at each end of the building.

The room was decidedly masculine, the furnishings done in saddle brown
leather, tables in wood, and the heavily stained and varnished hardwood
floors uncluttered except for an area rug and other smaller and
strategically placed rugs. The kitchen was more that adequate for any
modern home and a small dining table in a corner sat four.  The walls were
tastefully covered with Parish and Remington prints and some Edward
S. Curtis photographs, all originals of course. Overall the square footage
was about the same as a three bedroom rambler making it an extremely nice
bachelor pad, which Jordon commented on.

"This is really, very nice D," he said as he looked around.

"Come, I'll show you the bedroom," which meant the spare room, since John
hadn't moved out and into the main house yet, but since the rooms were
basically identical it wouldn't really matter where he slept, except for
the hidden staircase of course. The room was huge, the king sized bed
seemingly small in the open space. The room also contained a sitting area
made up of a small sofa and two armchairs along with coffee and end tables,
as well as an antique roll top desk. The sitting area was along the wall
that overlooked the back of the house while the bed was more in the middle
of the room, and the walk-in closet and bathroom at the front end
overlooking the driveway.

"So, you think you might want to live here on the property?" I asked
him. He said he was definitely interested but of course had some questions,
not the least of which would be the cost and what about having quests
over. He was clear that he didn't use drugs or alcohol with the exception
of wine now and again. He didn't play his music or his guitars loud; kept
the noise of his paint brushes at a minimum, and was basically a loner of
sorts.

"Well, I'd expect you to maintain the integrity of the house and use good
judgment on who you brought over. As far as overnight guests, the same
applies since you are after all an adult. Again, I would ask that you be
circumspect in how you dealt with that." I could tell that he wanted more
information so I decided to go ahead and out myself to him.

"Look, if you're wondering about having boyfriends or something like that,
don't worry about it. I'm gay and both John and Harriet are well aware of
that. They don't care. I had boys spend the night throughout my teenage
years and in fact Brett and I were swimming nude in the pool this afternoon
before you arrived. Harriet was well aware of that and simply stayed away
from that end of the house." The cute young thing's bright blue eyes opened
wider at that revelation, a small smile starting to break at his lips and I
knew. I knew that he was one of us so I took another risk.  "What you do in
the privacy of these quarters is essentially your own business. Being
eighteen that might mean having partners that are underage. Again, we would
all ask that you be very circumspect about that. Both Harriet and John are
well aware that Brett is sleeping with me and as long as we don't throw it
in their faces, they're good. Of course being the master of the house
allows me a certain leeway, I think you get my point." His face was now a
grin.

"So are you guys like boyfriends or something?" I explained the situation
to him and Brett jumped in saying that he wouldn't mind it but I was going
back to Hawaii so for now they were just sexy friends. That caused Jordon
to laugh.

"Yes, I'm gay too but I suppose you already figured that out. I don't have
a boyfriend now, although I have had in the past. My grandmother knows I'm
gay because I told her when I was fourteen, which means that my grandfather
probably does too. Of course my parents aren't in the picture at all as
they died when I was young."

"Mine too," Brett interrupted. That led to a brief conversation about how
the two sets of parents met their untimely demise and as I listened I could
easily see those two getting together after I went back to Hawaii and I was
okay with that.

"So" I said as that part of the conversation ended, "Do you want a job
here?"

"Yeah, I do D. I'd like that a lot and if it's okay, I'd like go ahead and
move in here."

"Cool," Brett responded with a huge ear-to-ear grin. I asked when he could
start and he said first thing in the morning if I wanted and in return he
asked when he might be able to move in. I told him the spare room was empty
and he could move in right away.

"Well then let's go talk to John and see what his thoughts are." We found
the object of our search sitting at the kitchen table with Harriet, the two
of them enjoying an after dinner cup of coffee. We told him what we had
discussed and he said that Jordon could move in the next day if he'd a mind
too.

"I'll have all my things out of the bedroom so he can have that one if he
wants," he said, giving me a look that said his room was preferable for a
variety of reasons. "You can move in and take a couple of days to get used
to the place before actually starting to work." That all being said Jordon
said he'd best be getting home as he a quite a bit of work to do. Brett and
I walked him to his car, BMW of course, an X series SUV and judging from
the way it looked I guessed it to be top of the line and said so.

"Yeah," Jordon smiled, "it was my graduation present from my
grandparents. It's a series five, 4.8i" he told us which didn't mean
anything to me but it sure did look pretty hot. As he climbed into the car,
or are they considered trucks, I told him that I was going to be away on
business in the morning but he could move his things in anytime after
nine. I went on to say that I'd be back by noon or so and we could connect
then. He put his hand out through the opened window and as I shook it he
said,

"I'm so grateful for this D. I really mean it." I nodded my head and told
him I'd see him the next day. Brett and I watched him leave then I decided
that since it was a fairly nice evening that a drive was in order. When I
told Brett he was excited by the idea so I sent the adorable young teen
into the house for warmer jackets while I went into the garage and opened
up the door for the Z8 and took the top down on the car then pulled it out
into the driveway to warm up. Brett showed up in less than five minutes
saying that he told Harriet and John that we were going out, which I
praised him for. Ten minutes later we were headed south on highway 99 the
old route that still ran unbroken from the Canadian border to the Mexican
border. We ended up around the Seattle Center in just about an hour and
stopped for dessert at McMinnimens before heading back north and home.

It was barely nine pm when we got back and we found John and Harriet still
sitting at the kitchen table.

"Have you guys considered sitting in the living room?  I'd think it would
be much more comfortable." They looked at each other then Harriet reminded
me that they were domestic and not the owners or masters of the house and
reminded me that I should remember that.

"Yeah well, times are a changing Harriet. I want you and John to think of
this as your home. Yes, I own it but damn it all you've earned the right to
relax in the comfort of your own home and since John's quarters are
practically a small home, being restricted to the kitchen and your bedroom
upstairs is ludicrous. Now, if you'd rather, I can have the entire servants
wing remodeled into something like the area above the garage..." I
purposely left the statement hanging.

"No Derek you can't do that. It might make the house ineligible for
historic registry." Of course I knew that but I really wanted the two of
them to enjoy the house, too have a comfortable life and I wasn't beyond a
little emotional blackmail to make it happen. "Okay Derek, we'll try, I'll
try," Harriet told me. "Thank you Derek." I bid them goodnight and headed
up stairs.

I expected to find Brett in my room but he wasn't there so I took off my
shoes and socks and headed down the hallway to his room where I found his
door cracked open. I went in and discovered the room bathed in soft light
that I remembered from my own teenage years. There were some deep blue
lights between the headboard of the bed and the wall that cast a rather
eerie glow while a CD from the Red Shoe Diaries provided soft sensuous
music. I was surprised that Brett had found the switch and the CD without
my telling him about then. Brett wasn't there so I headed through his
closet area toward the flickering light coming from the bathroom where I
found him lounging in the deep, oversized tub, candles on the shelves,
countertops and tub edge providing ample light. I'd forgotten about my
horde of candles.

"I see you found my candle stash," I told him. He nodded his head and
mumbled an "uhuh" then asked if I would join him. My answer came by way of
my shucking my clothes, during which Brett kept his eyes on me, and when I
was done I stepped in and sat down.  Brett was snuggled up to me almost
immediately, worming his way between my legs and arms. To my mind, there
are few things as much fun as a wet squirming boy and when the boy is as
cute as Brett it makes the experience all that much more enjoyable.

He planted a kiss on my lips then turned his back to me, allowing my arms
to encircle his chest and belly. I didn't feel his cock getting in the way
so guessed that he wasn't hard, the snake in repose between his smooth
thighs in the hot water.

"This is quite a romantic little setting you've created baby boy," I said
into his ear before kissing him there and causing him so squirm and giggle.

"Thanks D, I hoped you'd like it," he replied softly, a hand trailing
lightly up and my calf and shin. We relaxed quietly in the flickering
light, soft caresses not leading into anything else, at least not right
away.

"What do you think about Jordon's being gay D?"

"What do you mean Brett?" I asked him back.

"Well I'm not sure how to say it but since he's gay and we're gay and he's
gonna be living here and stuff, well, are you like, attracted to him or
anything? Do you want to be sexy with him?" He asked the questions in a
relaxed and unhurried manner so I was having a difficult time reading just
where it was coming from. So, I answered with caution.

"HHmmm. He's cute don't you think?" Brett agreed with me.

"Although I don't know it for a fact, I'm pretty sure that he'd be happy to
tumble either one of us if we gave him the signal, and although I'm not
clamoring to bed him, I'm not sure just how I would respond if he came on
to me. Are you worried or maybe even a little bit jealous of the idea of me
having sex with him?"  It took him a moment to respond but when he did, he
said that he might be a little bit jealous but that he was more curious
than anything else. Then it was like a lightning bold hit him because he
sat up and turned to face me.

"How about if we both be sexy with him at the same time? That would be
pretty cool don'tcha think?" I gave that some thought, albeit not a whole
lot.

"That might be interesting," I said. "It would be hot seeing that monster
of yours stuffed up someone else's tight little ass." Brett giggled at that
then said,

"Speaking of that D, are you going to let me do that to you tonight, put my
cock in your butt?" My hand and drifted south where my fingers and found
his pubic nest and were grazing back and forth there, sort of like a cat
kneading bread.

"Is that something that you want to try baby boy, fucking me?"

"Yeah, I would D but I also want you to fuck me too. Can we do that D, can
we fuck each other tonight?" Did I really need to answer that question? I
let my fingers move further south to the base of his cock which had already
started its rise. I grasped it and slowly squeezed out along it's length,
feeling it swell in my hand as the blood flowing in became trapped in the
veins, preparing the tube for it's secondary job in nature.

"I see no reason not to baby boy," I told him, as my own cock responded as
well, pressing into his back. "Yeah, I think we might be able to manage
that."