Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 13:36:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mainland Sojourn IV

This chapter introduces David, the main character in a story of mine titled
David-A Boy's Story last posted on nifty on 10.09.05. David is also a main
character in the later chapters of DANE last posted on nifty on
9.17.05. Both stories are in the adult youth folder. This story also
references a character named MIKEL who is a prime character in MIKEL AND
ANTON- posted in the gay young friends folder on 5.18.02. One of my
earliest works it may be a little primitive. MIKEL is also mentioned in the
last chapter of DANE and will play a large part in the next chapter of that
story. 

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We lingered a little longer in the tub before climbing out and going to the
shower to rinse off. Of course being in the shower, naked, hard, and
anticipating some good hard sex, necessitated playing in the shower. Since
both Brett and I were planning on either one or both of us getting fucked
in the next hour or so, a lot of our shower play involved investigating
each other's tight hole. That started with licking and that progressed to
fingering, using conditioner as a lube. I explained to Brett where the
prostate was and both of us were somewhat excited when he found it, both
for different reasons of course.

We finally got out and dried off, blew out the candles then went to the
water bed to continue our investigatory endeavors but first, I turned on
the light that was hidden between the headboard and wall. A very deep blue,
it bathed the immediate area in a very soft light, giving off enough
lamination to sort of see by and actually adding to the ambiance as opposed
to detracting from it.

I started out by having the darling cute young teen lube my cock and his
fingers then maul my lubed up swollen cock head, while he massaged my
prostate, the two activities combining to bring me to a point of being
ready to cum. I needed all the hotness I could muster in order to accept
his ten plus inches of rock hard teenage cock into my ass with as little
pain as possible. Don't get me wrong, I'd had ten inches inside me multiple
times when David and Cody were in the islands but that had been almost six
months prior to my meeting Brett. I'd only been with boys in the interim
and believe me; none of them were hung like this cute thing.

I felt that his first safari into boy sex would be best achieved if he
entered me from behind. Accordingly, I got to my hands and knees on the
waterbed with Brett right behind me. I had him stop as soon as his fat cock
head slipped past my sphincter. The pain, while not unbearable, was still
quite palpable and I needed a moment to adjust to the
invasion. Instinctively it seems, Brett reached down between us and fondled
my balls, cupping and tugging gently on the smooth orbs as they hung there
in open space. That certainly helped.

"Okay baby boy, push it in gently," I said. Hands on my hips for support
and to keep me in place, Brett did as I asked and I felt my insides fill to
exploding as he pushed all the way inside of me until his pubes touched my
ass. It was slightly painful, a little uncomfortable, and it felt good, all
at the same time. I fully enjoyed having a large cock shoved up my ass and
Brett certainly filled the bill. That he was a beautiful young teenage boy
losing his virginity helped to drive the unpleasantness away.

"Okay Brett. Fuck me slowly." He did as I asked, slowly pulling out about
half way before returning. The boy picked up a little rhythm and began
giving me a good fucking. I really wanted to see his beautiful face though;
wanted to see the expressions of lust, intensity and wonder as he performed
the primitive and animalistic act of reproduction. After three or four
minutes I asked him to stop.

"I want to see your face Brett so take your cock out slowly okay?" He did
as I asked and of course I felt immediately empty once he was outside of
me. I rolled to my back and pulled my legs back.

"Gosh D your hole looks like a doughnut hole or something."

"Yeah, no kidding," I thought to myself.

"Go ahead and put it back in." I watched his face as he concentrated on his
task, felt the fullness at my hole as he slipped back inside of me. "Now
hold my legs back," I directed him, showing the boy the best place to do
that which also helped to roll me back a little bit, giving him better
access and angle. Again Brett did as I instructed and slowly moved back
inside until his fuzz touched me again. It was fantastic watching the
expression on his face as my tight muscle traversed the length of his cock
and seeing that made the pleasure all that much more intense for me.

"Okay baby boy. Fuck me," I whispered. He smiled, his eyes half closed in
lust, as he started up again. Getting fucked on my old waterbed brought
back memories for me of various boys who had shared that experience with
me. Overall it was as good as I'd hoped it would be, the motion of the
mattress helping to make the experience even better. Seeing his face as he
fucked me, the feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of my ass, the
sight of his slender body as he worked between my legs, the bed moving
beneath me, all of it made the experience one of the best. I reached down
and lovingly stroked my own rock hard cock and as Brett's breathing
quickened and he picked up his pace I knew that I'd be able to cum along
with him.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me harder. Ram your fat cock into me Brett," I
murmured. Brett pushed my legs further back and began slamming his thick
boy meat into me and just before we both came, I actually contemplated
taking him back to Hawaii with me.

"Oh oh oh," he moaned out and I felt the pole inside of me harden
slightly. I cranked up the speed on my cock and brought on my sperming;
white goo, firing out onto my chest, leaving thick streaks of cum that ran
down onto my own heaving belly. Brett changed is motion, moved his slim
little butt around in circles, working to get as much of his shaft inside
of me as he possibly could, then resumed moving in and out. In the next go
round I would teach him a different position that would help but for then
and there, his first piece of ass, things were good enough for both of us.

As usual it was over too quickly and as Brett started to pull out I told
him to hold off.

"It feels good having you inside of me baby boy and I want to keep you
there for awhile." I had him let my legs down then lower himself so that he
could lie on top of me, something I dearly loved. Holding a cute young boy
while his cock is still inside of me is one of those things to treasure but
is a rarity because most boys aren't hung well enough to be able to stay
there. Once their young cocks start to shrink they shrivel a little bit and
squish out of me. Brett didn't have that problem at all and once he was in
position we kissed a little bit then he laid his head on my shoulder and I
rubbed gently on his smooth back. His cock finally did soften enough to
squish out of me, causing Brett to giggle a little bit and me to moan at
the loss of him, but it took more than a few minutes during which I reveled
in the feel of his skin and the weight of his young body. Holding on to
him, I rolled us to our sides and kissed him again but clearly he wasn't
into it.

"You're a sleepy boy aren't you?" I asked him. Eyes half closed, he gave me
a half smile and nodded his head.

"That was fantastic D. I hope it feels as good when you fuck me but I'm so
sleepy. Can we wait till tomorrow?" I kissed his nose and rolled away from
him.

"Of course Brett, there's no hurry." I went to the bathroom and came back
with a warm washcloth and cleaned his half softened cock causing him to
murmur in the pleasure of the warmth and a second trip got my cum cleaned
off of his smooth torso. I took a quick shower and when I got back he was
sound asleep.  I debated whether or not to sleep with him. On the one hand
I love snuggling with a naked boy but on the other hand I wondered about
giving him the opportunity of sleeping alone for the first time in that big
old house. I opted for the latter, gathered up my clothes and quietly left
the room, padding naked down the hall to my own room where I read for about
a half hour before turning the light out. I woke in the middle of the night
to find Brett snuggled up to me, sound asleep.

As usual I was awake at six thirty, slipped out of bed and performed my
morning ablutions then dressed in sweats and headed downstairs where I
found Harriet putting bread into the oven to bake. Past experience told me
that she'd probably been up since at least five. I grabbed a cup of coffee
and got her to sit and talk with me.

"You're okay with all of this Brett stuff?" I asked without fanfare. She
nodded her head and said that it was fine and that she and John both were
really looking forward to having a lively young teen around the house
again. I didn't need to tell her that Brett was gay but simple said that
I'd given him the same little speech that Max had given me after catching
me in the living room that time. Harriet chuckled at the memory having gone
into the kitchen when she and Max had come home that day, thus missing the
actual event.

"I also explained that I didn't want him spending time with anyone older
that Jordon," I went on, which caused the black woman's eyebrow to rise;
quite high too. "There's every possibility that Jordon is gay. Brett
brought the subject up and I gave him permission to? explore that issue if
he saw fit. I suppose I should try and get some clarification with Jordon
before I go but I'm letting you know so that if you should suspect any
playing around that you know that I'm aware of it." She nodded her head in
understanding. That all being said, I headed down to the exercise room by
the pool to get in a work out, which I'd sorely missed the past couple of
days. Brett joined me in the pool where I was doing some laps after a forty
minute workout.

"How come you left me last night D?" he asked after I'd stopped, given him
a morning kiss, then reclined against the pool steps while I caught my
breath. I explained the why's of it and he nodded his head then informed me
that as long I was in the house he preferred sleeping with me. I told him
that was fine. He then proceeded to fondle my balls and my cock, bringing
me up to full stand, none of which helped my breathing to slow much. He
stuck his head underwater and began sucking on me but as soon as he came up
for air I moved up out of the water for him. I managed to get him to lie
beside me so that I could work on him at the same time and of course he
obliged me, turning so that we both could indulge ourselves in morning
sausage. Needless to say it didn't take long to get Brett to cum and I was
rewarded with the warmth of his thick young sperm in my mouth. Once he was
finished I relinquished the hose and jacked my cock for him and when I was
ready to shoot he took over, getting the swollen head into his mouth and
stroking me while I emptied my balls, Brett swallowing every single drop
that time.

Fifteen minutes later we entered the kitchen and sat down to fresh baked
cinnamon swirl bread with eggs, sausage, bacon and home fried potatoes.

"Mr. Hardesty called while you were working out Derek," Harriet told me as
soon as I sat down. "He said he was just leaving his office and coming out
to the house and said he was bringing some security people with him."
Clearly Harriet wondered about that so I explained about the chest which
prompted me to ask John, who'd joined us for breakfast, if we had a small
hand truck or some other means of conveying the chest downstairs. The old
guy nodded his head and said that he did.

Breakfast was light and cheery with nothing of paramount importance to
discuss. Afterwards John retrieved a small hand truck from the storage area
and suggested that Brett go out and run the dogs a little bit while he and
I headed up stairs. I was as glad to see Brett obey the older man, as I was
to see John give the boy directions.

Upstairs we managed to get the chest out from it's hiding spot, John
commenting on how well the whole latch system had been built and causing
him to wonder out loud, once again, about how many other secrets the old
house held.

"Darn, the thing's down right heavy Derek," he commented as we lugged it
from its shelf and out onto the hand truck. Indeed it was heavy, probably
in the neighborhood of a hundred fifty to two hundred pounds. We took it
downstairs in the elevator then wheeled it into the office where I invited
both Harriet and John to have a look at the stuff. Harriet of course was
flabbergasted and John, well, it was just baubles to him.

I heard Brett call out for me and yelled back to him that I was in the
office and in a flash he came bursting into the room.

"The lawyer dude is here D and you should see the mountain that came with
him. I never saw anybody that big before in my life." Clearly the boy was
impressed. I laughed and headed out to the entry hall to greet Norm and
Fale, his bodyguard, driver, and all around handyman. I hadn't seen Fale
for a couple of years, having referred him to Norm five years before when
I'd known the big man in the Islands. He was Samoan and Fale, pronounced
fall- and then a hard A no syllable, was a shortened version of his name,
which was difficult to pronounce unless you were Samoan. At almost six feet
ten inches tall and weighing three and half, give or take a pound, he was
about the biggest man I'd ever known, and also the sweetest. Don't get me
wrong. I'd never want to be on the receiving end of anything he had to
offer unless it was in friendship but the fact was that Fale was as good
natured and gentle as they came, even though he had been a freaking terror
as a college football player for the U Dub.

"Braddah," his voice boomed as we came together and he wrapped his arms
around me to give me a hug, bending over to do so. "How you my braddah,
been long time no see, eh." We stood back and looked at each other, me up
and him down. He looked a little out of place in his custom made black silk
suit and blood red shirt, his long kinky hair pulled back and wrapped into
a bun that sat at the back of his huge head but he still looked good. I
really loved Fale, he was a good friend.

"Yes it has Fale," I responded, "yes it has." I introduced him to Brett,
shook hands with Norm then led them back down the hall to my office, the
dogs sniffing at Fale's heels.

"Ahh, good, you're all here," Norm said as soon as he saw John and Harriet,
"That'll make things a lot easier. So this must be the loot," he said as he
approached the opened chest. He looked things over, clucked a little and
chuckled some more then said that he'd take them with him and get them to
the top antique jewelry appraiser in the city and if necessary in the
country. I nodded my head, knowing that Norm would hire the best.

The front door chimed and Harriet headed out to answer it causing Norm to
mutter that he'd probably have to go hunt her down. She returned a moment
later followed by Jordon whom I introduced around. Norm immediately asked
how Jordon's grandfather was doing after a hip replacement surgery a few
months before and asked Jordon to pass along his good wishes. Although
Jordon had never seen Norm in his life, it came as no surprise to the boy,
or me, that the attorney knew his grandfather.

"Brett, could you go help Jordon get moved in please?" I asked the boy and
as he nodded his blonde mop John added that he'd already moved all of his
things out of the first room and suggested that Jordon go ahead and move
his things in there. And then, to my eternal surprise, he winked at Brett
who beamed a smile back at him. As soon as they left Norm pulled a sheaf of
papers from his leather satchel and spread them out on the desk explaining
that it was all of the foster care paperwork then showed Harriet where she
needed to sign everything.

"That was pretty fast work Norm," I said and he agreed saying that it had
gone a little faster than even he had anticipated.

"Apparently the aunt was more than prepared to let the kid go," he said,
shaking his head in amazement. "There are no surprises here," he went
on. "Everything is pretty standard although you aren't going to have to
deal with the state at all; Five has taken care of everything." That meant
no monetary entanglements, which was no big deal, and no intervention by
well meaning social workers. "As I said before, Five will make it permanent
in six months unless you, Harriet, decide to terminate." Harriet wrinkled
her brows and shook her "no" at the suggestion.  "Adoption is still an
option as well." There was more small talk and then we headed for the front
door, Fale hoisting the chest up onto his broad should as though it were a
toy and in his hands it almost looked like one.

"Let's go ahead and put it in the safe Fale," Norm said as we headed up the
wide steps to the shiny black stretch Hummer that sat in the middle of my
driveway. The hummer was Norm's security vehicle. A custom built limo,
stretched out an additional twelve feet, it had a large heavy duty, Kevlar
with steel reinforced box that sat over the rear axle and was expertly
hidden behind the elaborate set up that made the rear seating area of the
limo. It was designed to withstand a direct hit from anything smaller than
a tank so a mere car crash and or fire would be no problem for it what so
ever. Norm had some pretty high level clients so the box was built for
carrying important or expensive things like my jewelry collection. Norm's
attitude was that there was no reason to take any chances, drivers and
other crazies being what they were these days. Norm also tended toward
perfectionism.

A large black man whom I didn't know very well was standing outside the
driver's door and Norm called to him.

"Solomon will you please open the safe for Fale." The big guy moved quickly
to the rear of the limo, opened the hatch and leaned in, fiddled with what
I don't know than backed out of the way.

"When did you pick this up Norm?" I asked as Fale and Solomon maneuvered
the chest into its temporary container, sealed it shut then closed the rear
door. Norm explained that Fale had convinced him that the Hummer was the
best way to go for what they needed, which in this case was a well armored
and protected vehicle. The thing was pretty nice looking I had to admit:
high gloss black with custom chrome rims and heavily smoked windows. The
interior was well laid out and had a full array of modern electronics that
made it a complete office on wheels. Of course Norm had a custom built
Rolls Limo as well but that was for simple travel or to impress
clients. The Hummer was for business such as this or when the weather made
the roads dangerous.

We talked a little more, Norm said he'd get back to me before I left for
Hawaii, Fale said we should get together and I agreed then they piled into
the Hummer, Fale in the back with Norm. Fale had proven himself when five
thugs had attempted to hijack the Rolls late one night at a rest stop on
their way back from Portland. Norm had left the restroom ahead of Fale and
was accosted by the group. Two of the guys went into the restroom looking
for "the limo driver." They found Fale. Fale left them crumpled and
bleeding in a corner.

Outside the restroom the huge man thoroughly dispatched the other three
would be thieves taking a small caliber bullet in the thigh while doing
so. That he had probably saved Norm's life was unquestionable and catching
a bullet in the process simply endeared Fale to Norm even more than he had
been.

Solomon was hired to take over the driving duties and from then on Fale was
generally never more that two steps away from Norm, becoming a familiar
sight in courtrooms, boardrooms, and high level meetings all over the
Pacific Northwest. He could also be found in the company of Norm's wife
Estelle; accompanying her to those public appearances where Norm felt
Fale's presence could be advantageous for the old lady. He lived on Norm's
country estate and frequently took his meals with the family, generally
being treated like one of them.  What very few people knew was that Fale
wasn't just another pretty face. He had graduated second in his class from
the UW law school before moving back to Hawaii only to discover that he
missed Seattle. We rekindled our relationship, which had started before he
moved to Seattle, and enjoyed each other's company and as much as I hated
to see him go, I referred him to Norm and the rest was history.

"Maybe you could come out to the house for dinner one night before you
leave Derek. I know that Estelle would love to see you," Norm said before
closing the limo door.

"I'd like that," I replied, thinking that might be possible. "I'll get back
to you Norm."  The Hummer pulled out of the gates about the same time Brett
and Jordon came out to retrieve more of Jordon's things. With nothing else
to do I helped cart the last of his possessions upstairs to his new
residence.

Later that night as we washed each other in my shower Brett talked about
getting to know Jordon a little bit during the day.

"He's really a nice guy D," my cute young blonde boy said with enthusiasm,
"I sorta can see him being like a older brother or something, you know."

"So, does that rule out your being sexy with him then hot stuff," I said as
my glided up between the delicious orbs of his slender butt and grazed his
puckered hole. He gasped and braced himself against the wall as I continued
to play my fingers across his tight muscle, touching the back side of his
balls in the process. Brett shook his head from side to side, the long
blonde tresses staying plastered to his neck.

"No. I'm pretty sure he's more than willing to play D. I think he's a
little nervous about it thought cuz you're like the boss and even though
I'm not really your son it sorta seems that way." I continued to massage
his hole, stopping for a moment to get some conditioner on my fingers
before returning to my duty. I slipped a slathered finger up inside his
butt causing him to moan out loud and droop a little bit at the knees and
effectively ending any more conversation. I had been standing up but
dropped to my knees beside the boy and took hold of his rock hard ten
inches of boy cock and stroked it in tandem with my finger fucking
him. That combination took Brett to his peak fairly quickly and he warned
me about the impending explosion.

"Oh man D I'm gonna cum if you don't stop. If you're planning on fucking me
you better stop." So, there it was. Brett was very open, as it were, to
having me fuck him and he sounded as mentally prepared as he was ever going
to be. The trick was to get him prepared physically as well.

"Are you sure that's what you want baby boy?" He nodded his head, a smile
on his lips and what looked like a gleam in his eyes although that was sort
of hard to tell cuz they were half closed in lust. I nodded my head in
return and stood up; my own stiff cock gently touching Brett's hip as I did
so. I got us rinsed off and dried then onto my bed where we lay side by
side kissing and fondling each other.

"I really do want you to fuck me D," the cute young teen said during a lull
in the kissing. "I think I've wanted it almost since I met you." I nodded
my head, kissed him again then retrieved the lube and a small towel from my
nightstand.  Still laying on his side, Brett watched as I got my middle and
ring fingers prepared then turned back to face him. Since he still had one
foot planted on the bed so that his kneed was raised, I simply reached
between his smooth thighs, moved his delicious little butt crack open a
little bit and slipped my middle finger up inside his tight hole. Brett
inhaled sharply at the reinvasion of his most secret spot then gasped as I
placed my lips gently against the soft crook of his neck below his ear and
began kissing and nuzzling him. I slowly slipped my finger in and out of
him causing soft mewing sounds to slip from his throat. I moved my mouth
upward and licked at the inside of his ear at the same time I slipped a
second finger inside his butt.

"Oooohhh," he moaned out and gripped my shoulder, his whole body shivering
from the multi-sensory neurons slamming around in his teenage brain. It
didn't take long before the boy was panting like a marathon runner and
stated that he was ready.

"Oh God I'm going to cum D. You better get your cock inside of me." Taking
the boy at his word, I slipped my fingers out of him, causing a slight
moan, then lubed my cock up before slathering Brett's wrinkled hole with
the goo.

"How do you want me to be D" he asked. Since he was still on his side I
decided to enter him from that position. Without saying anything, I lifted
his top leg and got it bent at the knee before I too knelt, straddling his
other leg. I inched up close and, holding his leg up and out of the way, I
used my free hand to guide my swollen cock head to his puckered flesh. I
felt a ripple go through my body as the tip of my cock head touched him
there for the first time and holding my shaft just below rim of the head I
pushed. Of course there was resistance but I pushed a little hard and then
in a flash I moved past the tight ring of muscle and was inside of him.

"Oh fuck that hurts D," he moaned quietly. I started to say that I knew
that it did and to ask him if he wanted me to take it out but he beat me to
the punch by adding, "but don't take it out. Keep your cock inside me." I
followed his direction and stayed there, amazed as always as I looked down
and saw exactly where we were connected, the tip of my cock hidden inside
the boy's ass. I didn't move. I stayed perfectly still and allowed his
virgin young body to adjust to my thick cock.

In order to help get his heat level back up I brought his leg forward and
rested it on my shoulder, grabbed the lube and poured some into my right
hand then reached down and took hold of his cock, which had begun to shrink
a little. I stroked the shaft as few times, as though milking a cow, then
moved up onto the fat head and stroked it a few times then slowly moved my
hand up and down on only the top third of his cock. That did the trick in
no time at all and soon Brett told me to go ahead and put my cock all the
way in. I put my other hand on his butt cheek and pushed it up, opening him
up a little more, then watched as I slowly moved inward until my pubic hair
touched his skin.

I loved being inside of a boy and I loved it for a variety of reasons but
being inside of Brett that first time had to rank at the top of the list if
not being the best I'd ever felt. I had been offered the virginity of many
young teens and had gratefully enjoyed sharing that first experience with
them but being with Brett was different somehow, more powerful. I started
back out, stopping about half way then going back inside of him. I
continued to slowly stroke his cock, tightening my fist as it moved across
his cock head and felt his boyhood respond, the shaft reaching its full
tumescence, thick and hard in my grasp.

"Oh god that's beginning to feel really good D," he moaned as I pulled out
further before returning to the tight confines of his boygina. I got a
steady pace going but it was difficult, the position being fun but not as
effective as I liked.

"I'm going to move you around a little bit baby boy," I told him then
slowly took his leg from my shoulder and moved it to the other side. "I'm
going to lift my leg so that you can roll onto your back," I told him then
did so, lifting my knee and leg up so that he could pull his out from
between my knees. Once that was done, I lowered his other leg from my left
shoulder and he scootched over flat on his back. I took hold of his other
leg and raised it then held both legs back out of the way.

"That was pretty cool," he murmured as I pushed his legs backward and thus
raising his butt higher. I agreed with him. I enjoyed moving through a
variety of positions while still connected to a boy, my cock stuff up
inside his butt and keeping us joined together during the gymnastics. I
started to move again, pulling almost all the way out before moving back
inside of him. It didn't take long before both of us were breathing hard
and even though neither of us was touching Brett's rock hard young cock, I
knew that it wouldn't be long before he came.

As always, I kept a small hand towel within grabbing distance so reached
over and did so, wiping the lube from my hand. Then I dropped my arms down
under his thighs, allowing his legs to drape across, then reached out and
put my hands on the bed next to him, effectively rolling him onto his upper
back and raising his butt so that I was directly above his hole. I began
driving down into him, picking up speed, and before long was slamming my
cock deep inside of him, my balls whacking against his firm young
flesh. Brett had automatically put his hand around my neck bringing our
faces closer together. He raised his head and kissed me hard, driving his
tongue into my mouth just like I as driving my thick hard cock into his
butt.

"Oh god D fuck me harder, make me cum," he moaned, breaking the kiss and
pulling my head tight to him. I knew that he was going to cum soon and let
myself go, not holding my back on my own sperming but letting my body take
its natural course. Brett started squealing in my ear and I knew he was
there, the constricting of his tight muscle on my cock giving me
confirmation. I constricted my anal muscle and brought my own cumming on
then relaxed and let it all happen.

"Oh fuck Brett," I groaned out as I came, jet after jet of sperm squirting
up out of my balls and exiting inside of the cute young teenage boy's
ass. I slammed into him, stopped and ground my butt in circles as though
trying to even further inside of him, then went back to fucking him. My
eyes were closed but I knew that I would have seen stars had they been
open. Brett's hole continued to constrict on my cock as I fucked him, moans
and groans of extreme pleasure escaping his mouth as he too continued to
cum, and encouraging my own body to have a second orgasm, a rarity that I
enjoyed to the fullest.

As both our orgasms ebbed I slowed my fucking him down as well, doing a
very slow stroke just to be doing something. I leaned my head down and
kissed him, the darling cute young teen responding with enthusiasm.

"Oh man D that was the most incredible thing I ever felt," he whispered
after breaking the kiss. "I don't know which one I like best, fucking or
being fucked." I let him know that was a dilemma that many gay men
experience and fortunately we didn't have to make any decisions about it,
we could do whichever one we fancied in the moment.

"Hold onto my neck baby boy," said, lowering my head for him and when he
did I told him to hold tight the started the process of moving up and
back. With some gymnastics I managed to get onto my butt with Brett in my
lap, still impaled by my rock hard cock.

"How strange D," he said as he wiggled his butt a little bit, my cock
moving along with him. He reached down behind him to feel where my cock was
penetrating him, his fingers moving downward to feel and cup my
balls. Brent's young cock was so big and long that it stood like a baseball
bat between our bodies so all we had to do was moved our bodies back away
from each other a little bit so that I could lower my upper body enough to
get the head into my mouth. It wasn't all that comfortable for my back but
at least we found out that it could be done. Brett was pretty excited about
that.

"That's pretty cool D, having you suck on me while your cock is stuffed
inside my butt. What would it be like to cum like that do you think?"
Having been involved in numerous three way's I knew exactly what it was
like to cum with your cock getting sucked with a dick in your ass at the
same time; really incredible and if Jordon got involved in our play then
Brett would soon get an answer to his question.

Our bodies came back together and we kissed softly while rubbing each
other's back. I loved this position, especially after sperming and Brett
felt much the same way, voicing his opinion in between kissing. We stayed
connected, kissed, talked, sucked on necks, kissed some more. Needless to
say all that activity was what kept us connected, the sensuality of it
keeping both of us hard. Brett was sitting in a kneeling position and
wiggled his butt a little bit, discovering just what felt like. Needless to
say it didn't take long before we were both heated up and Brett started
moving in earnest, undulating his hips in a too and fro motion, moving my
cock around inside of him like a stick shift in a car. I kept my hands at
his waist and moving them in tandem with his movements and thus encouraging
whatever he was doing.

"Oh god D this feels so goooood," he whispered, his eyes closed and a soft
mewing sound coming from his throat as he moved his hips. I elected to
disentangle myself from him and lay back on the bed. This really allowed
Brett more freedom to move and I didn't need to give him any direction
along that vein. He automatically leaned forward and put his hands flat on
my chest and began lifting himself up off of my cock, stopping, then moving
back down.  When he added the dimension of side to side or even a circular
motion with his hips he groaned at the pleasure and new feelings that were
ripping through his young body. His head alternated between being thrown
back as he fucked me or hanging low, almost on his chest. Either way it was
clear that the boy had discovered a whole new world and was willing to
explore as much of it as he could.

I managed to get up on one elbow and with my free hand took hold of the ten
rigid inches of boy cock that was pointing at my head, the single eye
leaking clear liquid like an antique water faucet. I stroked him a few
times then bent forward, straining my back muscles and got the fat swollen
head into my mouth. What an incredible amount of feelings that produced and
I would have loved to stay there and have him cum in my mouth as I buried
my sperm deep in his butt but it was too difficult a position to maintain
for long. Instead I elected to lube up my hand and then go back to stroking
him, my fist tightening like a grip as I slid back and forth over his cock
head.

Brett moaned and picked up a little speed, rising almost off of me before
settling back down, his heavy balls seemingly mashed between our bodies
when I was all the way inside of him.

"Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum D, oh man ohGodohGodooooddddd," he groaned
out. I felt his asshole constrict on my shaft again as the first squirt of
his sperm shot out. I was still up on my elbow so tried to direct his
stream to my face, and hopefully, to my mouth. I sort of succeeded. The
first globs of warm boy sperm hit my chin and my cheek, almost all of the
third one going into my mouth but dripping down my lip. His third shot took
me over the edge and I came, lifting my hips off the bed and literally
balancing the boy on my cock as I blasted jet after jet of cum up into his
tight little ass. Brett didn't miss a beat but kept on moving while his
cock kept on shooting. I was amazed sometimes at the amount of cum a young
teenage boy can produce, despite it being a second and sometime third
sperming in a matter of an hour or less.

Brett squealed as my cock was buried deep inside of him and rode me like
bronco, keeping up with my thrusts while adding his own. In retrospect it
would rank as one of the best fucks I'd ever had. His cock had continued to
spew out white goo onto my face; my chest and one shot even went into my
hair.

Things slowed down and I relaxed onto the bed while Brett slowed his
movement as well and eventually stopped. I wiped his cum from the various
spots on my face and he leaned forward and laid his head on my chest,
oblivious to his cum, or not caring. He was panting like a racehorse and
considering the workout that he'd just had his breathing was no surprise.
We lay there quietly for a good two to three minutes before my cock
softened and squished out of him causing us both to moan at the loss.

"That was so awesome D," he whispered, "Oh man I wish you didn't have to go
back to Hawaii." I elected to not tell him what my thoughts about that had
been only a short time before, saying instead that I understood. I rolled
him off of me and onto our sides then kissed him gently on the lips, his
nose, his eyelids. He was a pretty awesome kid and I was gonna miss being
with him. We finally got up, took a shower then tossed on clothes since we
were both hungry headed downstairs to get something to eat. Brett wanted to
use the secret staircase so we did and I was amazed once more at the house
and how well it was constructed. Those steps didn't make so much as a peep.


The next morning I called the Pacific Academy and made an early afternoon
appointment to tour the school and arrange for Brett's enrollment. I
elected to have John drive us, along with Harriet, in the Rolls and at One
thirty we pulled up in front of the administration building.  The tour was
mostly uneventful. The facilities were relatively new, Thirty years or so
old, so in good repair and in many cases state of the art. Probably the
most interesting thing was the students. The sons and daughters of the
scions of the Northwest and elsewhere they were, for most part, beautiful
children. Sure, there were some ugly ducklings, you can't avoid that, but
overall they were the embodiment of healthy handsome children of the
wealthy.

Norm had gotten all of Brett's school records transferred to the school so
after the tour an hour was spent with the woman who was going to be his
counselor and a class schedule worked out. We were also directed to the
high end clothing store that supplied the uniforms with the recommendations
of how much to purchase. It was made quite clear that soiled, damaged, or
worn out clothing was not tolerated. On that note we made our departure
with the plan that Brett would start school on Monday, which gave him four
more days of vacation.

"Hey. D," a voice called out to me as we got to the Rolls. I turned toward
the voice and I'm sure that my face split into a huge grin.

"David," I answered, closing the ten feet that separated us. I was tempted
to hug him but wasn't sure of the protocol so extended my hand for a
shake. David took it and between that and the smile on his incredibly
handsome face, I was quite convinced that he was glad to see me. "What are
you doing here?"

"Overall, I'm here to settle the estate of my aunt who passed about a
couple of weeks ago." I paused to allow him to extend his sympathies, which
he did. "As for the school, I'm getting a young charge enrolled. Come, I'd
like you to meet him." We walked to the Rolls where my little family was
standing, watching.  As we approached I introduced Harriet first, then John
and lastly Brett. It was interesting seeing the two together, with their
blonde hair and extreme good looks they could easily be brothers.

"Where's Dane?" I asked and he responded that the precocious teen had
already left with Mikel, a friend who also attended the school. I asked
after Cody, David's partner and was told that he was doing great, was
enrolled in the University of Washington's MBA program.

"I know that they'd both love to see you D, how long are you are you going
to be here?" I told him that I would be flying out on Sunday afternoon and
he asked if there was a possibility of perhaps having a barbecue on
Saturday. I told him there was no reason why not and I gave him my phone
number. He gave me a tight hug saying,

"It's good to see you D." David headed to the student parking lot and we
all got in the Rolls and headed home. Brett of course asked who David was
and I explained that I'd met him and his partner Cody and Cody's charge
Dane the previous summer when the bought a house in Hawaii that I was the
real estate agent for. We had hit it off and become friends and whenever
they came to Hawaii we got together for dinner. Of course it was a great
deal more than dinner and of course Brett was dying to ask the question but
wouldn't with Harriet in the car, although I was sure the very astute older
woman had probably figured it all out anyway.

Later that night as we lay in my bed Brett asked and I told him the story,
that we'd all three had sex together and before I left I'd been invited
over for a barbecue at their new house and the whole bunch of us, the boys
included, had a huge orgy. It had been an incredible time. They were all
really great people so it wasn't all about the sex. I was looking forward
to seeing them again, sex or no sex.

"Gosh D that guy is beautiful, ya know that? I mean, wow."

"Yes he is Brett. In fact there is a whole collection of artwork that he
modeled for when he was a little younger than you are. It's very, very well
known in the gay community as well as out of it.  I have some of it in my
home in Hawaii. You know, when you and David were standing next to each
other you'd be surprised how much you look alike. You guys could be
brothers, seriously."

"No way D. He's so totally awesome looking." I had to chuckle in side.
Brett had no idea how fucking cute he really was. If he ever saw David's
cock he'd know how much they really had in common.

"So if you go visit them will I get to go too?" I told him that of course
he'd get to go. He pondered that for a little bit then asked if we would
have sex if we went there.

"I dunno Brett, it's always possible." The truth was I was wondering the
same thing.