Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 19:06:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys VII

My request for hole was answered by Frankie who straddled my chest then
leaned forward and backed up until his pink puckered sphincter was right at
my mouth. Before he got into place I easily saw Willie fucking himself on
my cock and I saw as well as felt Jesse fucking me.

"Your cock feels pretty good inside me Jesse," I said and the boy gave me a
lopsided grin. Of course my eyesight became blocked by Frankie but what was
okay. I began work on the little boys' hole, licking everything, pushing
the tip of my tongue at the aperture of the wrinkled muscle. His balls, a
mostly wrinkled sac were still held fairly close to his body.

I worked Frankie over with a vengeance while the two older boys fucked
me. As I said, Willie didn't have a lot of leverage to move but it still
felt good to me.

"I'm going to cum soon Lucian," Jesse said and he was right, he did. I felt
his cock thicken against my hole and he rammed it into me even harder along
with a great deal of moaning and groaning. When he was done and was ready
to pull out Willie said,

"Will you fuck me properly Lucian?" Of course I responded in the
positive. When Jesse pulled out of my ass I had Frankie move then sat up,
an arm around Willie to hold him in place. I then rolled with the boy and
we managed to get him onto his knees where I proceeded to fuck him from
behind. Frankie crawled underneath to work on Willie's stone hard cock and
he did so in a 69 so that Willie had access to Frankie's little boner.

I held on to Willie's hips as I ran my cock in and out of his tight little
butt. I felt Frankie's hand moving around down there then felt him cup my
nuts. I definitely loved fucking boys and a cutie like Willie made it all
that much more fun and having a 3rd party in the mix too, well, you can
imagine what that would be like; exhilarating.

Edward and Mathias were making out alongside us when Mathias finally said,
"Can you fuck me Edward," The freshly minted 13 year old responded with a
big grin and a head nod. The little boy got the KY and slathered his tight
little butt hole then wiped the excess off on Edwards raging red tipped
boner.

"On my back," the little blonde cutie replied.

"Can you fuck me like that too Lucian," Willie asked. I told him if that's
what he wanted I certainly could. So, I gently pulled my cock out of the
boy, revealing a significantly larger and much redder hole. Willie rolled
onto his back and I got into place and slipped my cock in far enough to
stay lodged then put my arms under his legs and leaned forward, rolling the
boy farther up onto his back before driving the rest of my cock deep inside
of him.

"Oh god Lucian," Willie gasped as I bottomed out, my balls resting against
his body. Next to us Edward had started to fuck Mathias with the vigor of a
13 year old boy.

"Gosh I love how it looks from back here Lucian," Frankie said from behind
me. I felt his fingers work under my heavy sac to lift the eggs and fondle
them and when I started to pull back to hold them in his grasp and tug on
them. When I started to fuck Willie the little blonde cutie let go so I
could do my job.

It didn't take long before I built up a steady rhythm, pulled out about a
third of the way before sliding back inside the warm tight canal of
Willie's colon.

"Can I suck your cock Jesse," Mathias asked.

"It was inside Lucian's ass, remember?"

"I don't care about that for fucks' sake I just licked his ass a bit ago."
So that was who had done that. Jesse went around and lay alongside the two
fucking boys, his cock level with Mathias' head. I watched the blonde boy
move his head as Jesse moved his body and pretty soon he had the thick hose
in his mouth. The expression on the boys' face was like that of a babe on
the bottle. Willie reached over put his hand on Jesse's butt and when the
boy lifted his top leg Willie but his hand between Jesse's legs and played
with his balls. That angle wasn't good but the deed got done.

"Fuck me hard Lucian," Willie finally groaned. "Fuck me hard and make me
cum. Can you jack my cock Frankie," Jesse asked and the little boy lay
alongside of us, reached in between Willie's legs and found his bouncing
boner. "Oh yeah that feels good having my cock jacked and my ass fucked."

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," Edward blurted out a minute later. The young teen
ground his ass into Mathias, moving the slender globes from side to side
then going back to fucking the little boy hard. As Edward slowed down
Willie cried out and I felt his cock swell against my cock and I knew that
he too was unleashing his sperm. I continued to fuck the boy hard, slamming
my cock into him but I wasn't close to cumming.

When Edward pulled out of Mathias the little boy demanded that Jesse fuck
him. "I need to cum so I need you to fuck me," he said. Jesse was plenty
recuperated so took Edward's place just as I was pulling my cock out of
Willie.

"Did you cum Lucian," Frankie asked and when I said no he asked me to fuck
him. "Everybody else got fucked so I want it too."

"Do you want me to fuck you how you like it," I asked him and the little
boy grinned and nodded his head. He put some KY on his asshole then lay
face down on the mattress. Frankie loved getting fucked in that position,
face down and his legs spread. He reached back and pulled his tiny little
butt cheeks open to reveal his puckered pink hole, shiny with KY. I got
into position above him and rubbed my swollen cock head all around his hole
and onto the underside of his wrinkled sac of balls. Holding it still I
pushed the head against the hole, getting the tip in then pulling back and
doing it again. I did it over and over then finally shoved the head inside
of him.

"Oh gosh Lucian," the little boy groaned. I didn't move, knowing that he
needed to adjust to me. Hell, every asshole I'd ever been since the age of
14 needed to adjust. Edgar had loved watching me fuck young boys. My lover
and mentor had said it was amazing to watch their little holes open up to
me and accept all of me inside their bodies.

Frankie finally pushed his butt backwards, the sign that he was ready so I
proceeded to slowly push nine fat inches of cock down into him until my
heavy balls rested against his. Needless to say the various boys lying
around watching had to comment on what it looked like. I kept myself braced
by my knees and hands then proceeded to fuck him.

I don't know what I can say about that really. I fucked the boy for about 6
minutes during which time I went in at different angles, pushed into him
and held it there and ground my ass in circles then went back to fucking
him. Around us the other boys were making out and sucking cocks and
generally engaging with each other. Frankie moaned and groaned a great
deal, pushed his butt back into me at times and at other times ground his
own little raging boner against the bed sheets. I knew when the boy was
cumming because he told me he was and besides I could feel it through his
asshole pulsing against my hole with each spam of his reproductive
system. I finally came as well, flooding his bowels with ropes of thick man
sperm. When I pulled out of him Frankie rolled onto his back and opened his
arms and I lay with him for a moment, just cuddling in the afterglow of a
hot fuck.

"We're going to swim now Lucian," Willie finally said and all of the boys
got up and wandered out to the pool, hard cocks bobbing in front of them
like so many blind mans' canes.

"I think auntie Ahn is dying Lucian," Frankie said softly. I moved back
from him in order to have eye contact and asked him why he thought that. "I
dunno. She moves slower. She's changing, she isn't like she used to be, she
doesn't laugh and joke. What would happen to us if she dies Lucian, what
would we do?" I told him the same thing that I'd had told Edward 4 days
before; that I would figure something out. He hugged me and kissed me then
said,

"Let's go swim Lucian." We joined the rest of the boy crew in the pool
where they were frolicking about as children can and do. I had purchased a
couple of beach balls that were currently being tossed about. We played and
swam for about a half hour before deciding to head upstairs for
supper. After drying off the boys helped me get the mattresses back up
against the wall and properly covered before getting dressed.

Upstairs I sent the boys to the library while I went to the kitchen to
check on supper which, it turned out, was about ready to be served. In the
library I took a moment to look at some of the boys work but informed them
that dinner was ready so we could check it out later.

Seated at the table I asked for grace to be said. I had made the boys
responsible for putting a rotating schedule in place and left it
alone. Tonight was Mathias' turn.

"Please bow," the boy said in his sweet high pitched voice. Everybody
reached out to take the hand of his neighbor and once bowed he said, "Good
bread, good meat, good god let's eat. Amen." Of course there was a round of
soft giggles. I looked up at the boy whose head was still mostly down but
his eyes were looking at me.

"We won't be making a mockery of grace again boys," I said, not quite
sternly but enough so that the message was received. "What does Mockery
mean?" I got a row of hands.

"It means joking," Jesse said.

"It's more than that," Willie said, "It's almost being mean in its joking."

"May I be excused," Edward asked and I nodded my head. The boy left the
room while the discussion went on between bites full of food. Edward
returned a moment later.

"Mockery: scornful contemptuous ridicule in either speech or action."

"Very good Edward," I said praising the boy. A standing rule was if you
don't know go look it up. Upon the advent of teaching the boys I had
purchased a brand new set of Encyclopedia Britannica as well as the newest
edition of the Oxford dictionary and Webster's dictionary. A supper of
baked pork chops and applesauce, baked potatoes with all the trimmings, and
steamed vegetables was laid out and we tucked in, Giselle joining us since
it was informal.

"I believe Lucian," Giselle began, "That the boys and I have arrived at a
rotating schedule which will suffice for the time being." She was referring
of course to the "kitchen boy" discussion we'd had prior to my leaving with
Jesse for Boston.

"Yeah," Mathias started to say but a glare from me shut the boy
down. Adorable though he was, Mathias had a habit of jumping into
conversation. "Sorry," he mumbled, head down. As the oldest, Willie had
been chosen to be the group spokesman for most situations.

"We decided," he began, "that we would rotate on a 3 day schedule. It's
long enough to learn things but not to get boring and it also allow a boy
to be able to get some sunshine and won't interfere with his studies too
much. What do you think Lucian?"

"I don't have any thoughts. It's the plan you boys and Giselle chose. If it
doesn't work I will leave you all to work it out. Will the boy stay the
night and if so where would he sleep?"

"The boy would spend the night and would stay on the third floor where
Giselle sleeps and that way she can get him up when she gets up."

"How does Giselle waking you up teach you to be responsible for your own
time and your own job," I queried. The boys hadn't considered that, nor had
Giselle for that matter.

"I guess we should get a alarm clock huh Lucian," Frankie suggested.  I
asked if they thought that would solve the problem and got a round of head
nods. We continued to talk as we ate; the topics wide and varied although
all of the boys wanted to know how the trip went.

"My mother is still in a coma and there isn't much chance that she will
come out of it," Jesse explained. His voice was fairly flat in the
telling. "Lucian is my legal guardian for now."

"What's a legal gwardin," Matthias asked, tripping over the word. With a
smile, Jesse corrected the little boy. "It means that he's like a temporary
parent, like a adopted dad sort of."

"What if your mother dies," Frankie asked, "then what." The 4 oldest of us,
including Jesse, stopped cold. It was an insensitive thing to ask but a
child, like Frankie, didn't know that and was only asking an obvious
question and one that no one really wanted to consider.

"Shit Frankie," Edward started but Jesse actually put his hand up to stop
the older boy.

"I have tried to avoid thinking about that Frankie," Jesse said. "But the
fact is I have to because, like I said, there isn't a very good chance that
she will ever get better. I don't know what would happen. I would hope that
I could stay with Lucian." At that he looked directly at me. I winked at
the boy.

"I would not wish for your mother to pass Jesse, you know that. But if
things came to that, I would be proud to call you my son." That said Jesse
jumped up and came to the end of the table and hugged me as tight as he
ever had. I'd had enough time to turn in my chair so was able to hug him
back and did so as tightly as I could without crushing the boy. The sound
of clapping and cheering erupted in the room. I opened my eyes to see all
of the boys standing up as they clapped and cheered, Giselle amongst them.

Jesse finally separated from me and went back to his seat, wiping tears
from his eyes.

"Boys; I would be proud to call any of you my sons. You are all special and
I am honored to be a part of your lives." All of the boys got up and came
over for hugs and by that time Giselle had tears in her eyes. We finished
supper without any other disruptions after which Giselle asked Edward to
help her in the kitchen and 5 minutes later we were served warm bread
pudding with a drizzling cream cheese topping.  Mathias started to say.

"Gosh it looks like..." Edward elbowed Matthias in the ribs and stopped the
completion of the sentence. If Giselle heard the little imp she didn't
indicate it. Being the only female among a herd of males occasioned her to
hear things she might otherwise not have although I knew that she had been
the only girl among 5 brothers so she had probably been exposed to plenty
of boy behavior that undoubtedly included naked boys. I knew that she had
seen a few of mine in the buff, quite by accident, and in non-sexual
situations. I mentioned something to her about it once and she waved it
off.

"Boys will be boys Lucian. They are always a wonderful bundle of energy and
surprises and none of this group is malicious or mean. So if, on occasion,
they forget my presence, we'll not worry about it." I hugged her and
thanked her.

After dessert Edward helped cleaned up while the rest of us went back to
the library where I took time to check their progress on school work. All
of the boys were doing well, actually, better than well. They were
essentially caught up to their grade level although Frankie needed more
individual attention. I asked Mathias to set up the chess board then had
him play against Jesse, who guided the younger boy through his
moves. Edward finally joined us, having completed his evening tour in the
kitchen. He informed me that he had "the duty" so would be spending the
night.

"Giselle is going to teach me how to bake bread tomorrow Lucian," the boy
told me. I asked if he enjoyed working in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I do Lucian. I don't like the clean-up part much but I do like
cooking. I wouldn't mind doing that when I grow up."

"It's an honorable profession Edward," I told him. "It could take you many
places." He asked what I meant so I explained about the possibility of
working in top restaurants anywhere in the country or even traveling to
other countries. That seemed to please the boy greatly.

Things finally wound down and the Ahn boys prepared to leave. Willie told
me privately that none of the boys were going to stay with me that night,
if that was okay. They wanted to let Jesse have a chance to settle in. "We
talked about it Lucian and everybody agreed on it." I hugged the boy and
told him I was very proud of all them for many reasons but I was certainly
proud of their compassion.

After they left Edward tromped upstairs to his room while Jesse and I went
to his new bedroom.  It wasn't as large as his room in Boston but it was
still a nice well lit corner room with a fireplace, had plenty of space,
its own bathroom and plenty of storage in the walk-in closet. His luggage
and boxes were sitting untouched in the middle of room.

"I think I want to start unpacking Lucian," he said then came to me and
melted into my arms. "Thank you for helping me Lucian. If it weren't for
you I don't know what I would do or where I would be." I hugged him, rubbed
his back and told him I was glad that I could help him. I didn't tell him
that I suspected that he would have continued in Boston with Gregory
watching over him.

"I'm going to go to bed Jesse. You are welcome to join me if you want. You
are also welcome to sleep here if you wish. I don't know when the sheets
were last changed on your bed however."

"I will definitely sleep with you Lucian. I don't want to be alone just
yet." I nodded my head, kissed him on the lips then left the room. It was
barely 8 o'clock but I was tired because of the long drive. I undressed and
crawled into bed, leaving a small light on in the drawing room for
Jesse. As I drifted off to sleep there was a little something niggling at
the back of my brain and I wondered if I would find any confirmation or
refutation of that thought.

The next week slid by without fanfare. The boys rotated through the kitchen
and through my bed. Sometimes Jesse slept with us and sometimes he
didn't. Sometimes the guest boy and I had sex and sometimes we didn't. The
decision was always the boys' decision to make. The first time we had a 3
way Frankie made up the triangle. I had very much enjoyed watching Jesse
fucking the little boy who very much loved getting fucked. We tried a
variety of positions including a triangle suck fest, getting a cock sucked
while getting fucked and getting fucked while fucking. That was me fucking
Jesse as he fucked Frankie. It had been a long night.

I reported Tobias as a missing person but was told in a roundabout way that
little effort would be put into trying to find him. Hundreds of children
disappeared every month, often running away from home to try and find
something better. I checked with local hospitals as well as orphanages but
found no trace.  I hoped that he was safe and hoped that if that was the
case he would be able to communicate that me, to us, somehow.

I interviewed a dozen women in an effort to find one or two that could
round out a full time household staff. It was beyond time for that to
happen. Most all of the renovating and repairing had been done and now it
was about keeping it all cleaned on a regular basis. I needed to hire a
professional cleaning crew to come in and do the place from ceiling to
floor which was no easy task I'm here to tell you. I elected to take the
boys out of the city for the few days it would take and asked Jesse what he
thought about going to New York City. The boys' eyes lit up like candles.

In any case, I found, by complete accident a Japanese couple. I should say
they found me.  As we were preparing to leave for New York Giselle tracked
me down and said that there was someone buzzing at the front gate. I
trotted down and saw an occidental man and women who looked to be about my
age or a little older standing outside the gate. His English was a bit
difficult to understand at times but the crux of it was that he and his
wife were looking for work. When I asked what he or they did I was informed
that she had been employed as a domestic and he a gardener. His name was
Ren and his wife was Keiko. They had moved to the area from San Francisco
at the promise of a job on an estate which ended when the job fell
through. They were getting by on odd jobs, what little savings they had and
were sleeping in a house with 10 other Japanese people

"I can see," he said pointing, "Much of work need to be done. Can make
werry beautiful for you," he said. His wife kept her eyes directed at her
feet the entire time. I didn't need to take long to think about it. The
gardens, while better than they were, still needed a great deal of work and
after that ongoing care. The boys' least favorite chore had been weeding
and digging. There was a caretaker's apartment above the carriage house
that would be perfect for them. When I asked what kind of wages he would
expect Ren's answer was little more than half of what one of them was
worth.  I pretended to give that some thought then shook my head.

"I cannot in good conscious pay you that amount of money Ren," I said. He
translated to his wife as I spoke and her entire body seemed to shrink even
smaller than she actually was. She looked at me, her eyes filled with
sadness.

"Please we will work for less," she begged. Understand that Keiko's English
was barely existent and like most Japanese her L's and R's did not sound
anything like that.

"You don't understand. I won't pay you that because it is too little. I
will pay you $130.00 per month and will give you space to live in if it
suits you." Again he translated as I spoke and the change that came over
his wife was miraculous. Her hands went to her mouth and tears rolled down
her cheeks.

"Arigato gozaimasu," she said at least 3 times, bowing each time, her
fingers steepled in front of her mouth as if in prayer. Ren translated for
me and he too had tears in his eyes.

"Come," I beckoned them. I headed to the carriage house and led them inside
then up the stairs and into the small apartment. It was a complete mess not
having been touched in 10 years at least. There was a modest living area
and kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom.

"I know that it's small," said "but it's yours to live in if you wish."
They spoke to each other in Japanese then Ren asked how much the rent would
be.

"There is no rent. It is part of the benefit of working for me." More
tears, more bowing and thank you's, at least I assumed they were thanking
me. Back downstairs I showed them where the cleaning supplies were; showed
Ren the shed where all of the tools were. I headed to the back of the house
with the intention of introducing them to Giselle and explained that I was
leaving for a few days but they were welcome to move in when they
pleased. About that time the boy pack came from the back of the property so
I introduced them my new employees.

"We're going to New York City for a few days. One of you go let auntie Ahn
know so that she doesn't worry. The rest of you go change into your work
clothes but pack your good ones as well." Frankie tore off and the rest of
us headed toward the backdoor, the boys thundering through it with the
typical energy of excited boys.

Surprises come at the most unexpected times, which of course is what makes
them surprises. I introduced Ren and Keiko to Giselle who began speaking to
them in Japanese. I wasn't the only one surprised. In seconds they were all
chattering like long lost friends and I stood there with my chin on my
chest. Giselle finally stopped and told me to go about my business and she
would take care of the situation and get them settled in.

Upstairs in my room I packed a small suitcase and was soon joined by
Jesse. "I hope it's okay that I called the apartment and told Jenkins that
we're coming." I told him I was glad that he had taken the initiative. Ten
minutes later we were downstairs where Giselle had taken the liberty of
introducing all of the boys to Ren and his wife and, I assumed, explaining
the situation to the couple. When we entered she then introduced Jesse then
to me she said,

"The Murata's are happy beyond measure Lucian and can't begin to thank you
enough for your hospitality. I believe that you are going to be highly
pleased with their performance." I thanked them and offered some
suggestions to Giselle then led the boys out to the garage, into the
Duesenberg and off to another adventure.

The drive was uneventful and since it was less than half the distance of
the drive to Boston I pulled to a stop in front of 834 Fifth Avenue just
after noon. The doorman, an elderly and distinguished looking black man,
was on the curb and at the door before I got the emergency brake pulled.

"Welcome back Mr. Everson," he said to Jesse as he opened Jesse's
door. Jesse greeted the man warmly.

"Hello Anthony," he said "It's great to be back. Anthony this is my
guardian Mr. Lucian Broussard." The man nodded his head, protocol not
allowing for a handshake. "These boys are schoolmates and friends. We'll be
staying for a few days."

"Shall I have the car parked Mr. Broussard," Anthony asked and I nodded my
head. The elevator jockey greeted Jesse then ran us up to the 12th floor
where we were greeted at the apartment's cared double doors by another
elderly gentleman, this one in a cutaway jacket.

"Welcome home Mr. Everson," he said in a deep voice.

"Thank you Jenkins, it's good to see you." Jesse then introduced me and the
rest of the crew as we walked down a short hall to a living room with a
wall of glass that looked out over Central Park.

"Cook has cold cuts if you would require lunch sir," Jenkins informed
us. We all agreed lunch was in order but bathroom breaks came first. Jesse
pointed out the bathroom downstairs then led the rest of us upstairs and
pointed out bathrooms, then led me to the master suite where we stood
across from each other and pissed. Back downstairs we met in the dining
room to do some damage to plates of meats, cheeses and cut fruit.  When
Matthias asked what we were going to do for the rest of the day I asked
Jesse what he thought, even though I had plenty of ideas.

"Coney Island," the boy said without hesitation.  The obvious question was
asked and when answered generated a great deal of excitement. I found
Jenkins and told him the plan then asked advice regarding transportation
and he suggested a limousine unless of course I felt that he could help out
with monitoring the boys. I gave that about 5 seconds thought and agreed.

"Then sir, if you don't mind I will drive us." Twenty minutes later we were
headed out the front door, Jenkins dressed in more casual
clothing. Interestingly as we headed to the curb where the Duesey was
waiting Anthony was running a couple of children away from the front of the
building. Looking to be Willie and Matthias' age, the boys were black and
dressed pretty much in rags. As we pulled away from the curb I asked
Jenkins about them and he said they were street kids that hung around
begging. They also were willing to do odd jobs, offering to help residents
carry things to their cars or apartments. "I believe that basically they
are good boys," he said.

"That sounds familiar," Edward said quietly from the back seat and got a
couple of responses of agreement. There was no more thought about that as
we headed down the streets of New York, all of the boys except Jesse full
of chatter and excitement. The lead boy had plenty of experience with the
theme park.

The time at Coney Island was a complete joy that was mostly due to the
excitement the boys exhibited. Except for Jesse none of them had ever had
an experience that came close to it. They rode the rides, played the games
and ate junk food for 7 hours. I was glad that I had taken Jenkins up on
his offer to help me out. The trip back to the apartment was completed
almost in silence, the Ahn boys all sleeping like a puddle of puppies in
the back seat, Jesse leaning against me in the front seat.

"May I inquire as to the prognosis for Mrs. Everson," Jenkins asked. When I
told him Jenkins nodded his head. "It seems that Master Jesse is quite
comfortable with you sir," the older man observed, "unlike Mr. Smithson." I
concurred with his opinion. I elected at that time to bring Jenkins into
the loop, telling him the story of how Jesse came into my care.

"I assumed as much Mr. Broussard. I do have personal experience with street
boys and while these clean up quite well and frankly have a different
attitude and demeanor than the run of the mill street boy, it is still
apparent." I agreed with him. I elected to share the Ahn boy's story and
how Jesse came into my life. Jenkins said that he suspected something along
those lines, especially since Jesse didn't show up at the apartment as
Gregory predicted he might. Neither houseman believed that Jesse had been
kidnapped nor was a victim of some other nefarious act.

We let the boys off in front of the apartment building then I rode with
Jenkins to the enclosed parking area where we unloaded the few suitcases,
locked the car and headed back up the block to the apartment. "Can we help
you carry that sir," a voice said from the shadows and out came the two
boys I'd seen earlier. As stated one appeared to about Willie's age and the
other Matthias' age and both were cute as the dickens. The clothing they
wore was mismatched, cheap and, as I said fairly raggedy, much like the Ahn
boys when first we met.

"Thank you young man but we can handle it," Jenkins replied.

"Well perhaps you could spare some c hange for food sir. My little brother
hasn't eaten all day." Indeed, neither boy looked to be well fed.

"Please sir," the little boy said. The expression on his face was
heartbreaking. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a handful of change
and handed it to the older boy.

"Oh thank you sir, thank you very much," he said, then took his little
brother's hand. "Come on Gideon let's get you something to eat. Thank you
again sir," the boy said and led the little boy away. But the little guy
stopped and ran back to me and hugged me about the legs.

"Thank you mister." I patted his nappy head and he trotted back to his
brother and off they went.

"That was a kind thing to do Mr. Broussard, however they are likely to hang
around hoping for another handout." Jenkins wasn't being mean at all just
pointing out a fact.

"I was just like those boys for 8 years of my life," I said softly but
didn't feel the need to explain any further. Upstairs I found that the boys
had already gone to bed although I had no idea who was sleeping where. I
had assumed that I would find Jesse in my bed since he was the master of
the palace so to speak but was surprised to find Matthias curled up asleep
on top of the covers and naked as the day he was born. I just gazed down on
him for a moment and took in his peaceful innocent demeanor and chuckled to
myself. That little boy was something else. I got undressed, got the covers
down and woke Matthias up enough to get him under the covers then climbed
in alongside him. Matthias snuggled up to me, wrapping his arms around my
neck and in a soft sleep laden voice said,

"I love you Lucian." I whispered the same back to him but he was already
gone. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered about my boys, for that is how I
thought of them, and wondered about their future and wondered for the 100th
time about simply taking them in. The only reason that I hadn't so far was
because I didn't know how important they were to auntie Ahn and was loathe
to just; up and take them away if they somehow brought meaning and purpose
to her life. I thought about the boys in the street and what, if anything
to do about them and then chastised myself. I could not take in every stray
kid that lived on the streets.

I woke up from a sensual dream to find Matthias sucking on my cock. The boy
had slid down under the covers and was working my cock over like the good
little cock sucker that he was. Matthias loved sex, he had made that quite
clear from the very beginning and he was proving it once again as he licked
and sucked my swollen cock head, licked up and down the long shaft and onto
my balls then back up again. I lay there unmoving for at least 3 minutes,
allowing the cute blonde boy to have his way with me knowing that it would
lead to me burying my cock deep inside his hungry ass. Matthias not only
loved sex in general but he loved having me fuck him and he told me that
every time I did.

He moved back up my cock to suck and tongue the head and clean off any
precum that had seeped out. Mathias stroked my cock as he suckled and I
could hear him moan from under the covers as if he were eating the most
delectable dessert. He finally moved up and gently pulled the covers back
so that we were both fully exposed. He put his face between my thighs and
licked and sucked on my balls then moved up onto his knees and threw a leg
over me and straddled my body. The little boy reached down and took hold of
my cock and began rubbing the exposed head against his hole, against his
balls, and everything in between. I could see his raging stiff boner in the
dim light, the end so red with blood that it all but glowed.

Matthias finally held my cock head against his hole and began moving up and
down, pushing against it with his hole, not really trying to get it inside
of his body but trying just the same if that makes any sense. His eyes were
closed, his breathing quick as he worked, his other hand having got to his
cock which he was stroking viscously.

"Get the KY from my bag baby boy," I said softly causing him to jerk in
surprise.

"I'm sorry Lucian, I..." and I stopped him.

"Sshhhh go get KY," I whispered. Matthias got off me, got off the bed and
went to my bag and to the small bag where I told him the KY was nestled
with other toiletries. He found it and came back to the bed, quickly got
the top off and went about smearing his little asshole and then my cock
with the stuff. Matthias then climbed back on and got my cock against his
hole once again and this time he wiggled it around a little as he pressed
against in and it slid inside of him with relative ease, causing the little
boy to gasp at the intrusion.

I reached out and took hold of his cock with one hand and his marble sized
balls with the other and began stroking and fondling him. Matthias waited a
moment then slowly lowered his body, pushing inch after thick of my hard
cock into him until I felt his tender little butt against thighs and his
balls resting in my small patch of pubic moss. His hands rested at his hips
for a moment then moved behind to feel where my body entered his and then
lower to feel my balls once again.

"I so love your huge cock in me Lucian. I like it when the boys fuck me,
especially Jesse but yours is so long and thick and it stretches my hole
out. God I love fucking you." That said the little boy began to move,
rising and falling on my cock. He also moved his hips to and fro which
ground his ass onto my cock.  He leaned forward and put his hands on my
chest and fucked me. He was close enough to bend down and kiss me. When
forward I could put my hands on his back and rub up and down as well as
onto his tiny butt and fondle each small cheek, to pull them open and
finger around his hole and my cock.

Matthias fucked me like that for 5 or 6 minutes all the while moaning and
groaning softly, playing with his dick. "I'm getting tired Lucian can you
finish us off?" I held onto him and rolled and as I did Matthias wrapped
his legs around my waist to help keep him in place. We got him on his back,
his legs spread wide and draped over my arms. I leaned forward and put my
hands on the bed alongside his shoulders.

"Now fuck me good okay Lucian?" As if I would fuck the little boy any other
way. I began the process, sliding about a third of the way out then sliding
back inside of him. I got into a pretty steady rhythm of a medium pace. I
moved in, held my body against his and ground my ass around then start
fucking him again. I went in from side to side and well as used a hip
undulating technique all the while Matthias moaning groaning with each
thrust down into his slender little body. Matthias' hands were on my
shoulders, or between his legs to hold onto my butt, or they rested on my
forearms.

"I think I'm getting close to cumming Lucian." I knew what that meant. I
began fucking the little boy hard. I pulled out as far as I could then
slammed my cock back into him. I manage about a dozen such thrusts before
he began squealing like little girl. I felt his hole grab my cock in his
orgasm and that was all it took for me to begin unloading ropes of sperm
into him. Matthias continue to squeal, I continued to fuck and squirt.

It was all over much too soon and I slowed down while Matthias quieted
down. I continued to move inside of him know that it carried the feelings,
the afterglow on for a while longer. I finally stopped and let his legs
down his extended arms inviting me to lay on top of him, another thing I
knew that he loved.

I braced most of my weight on knees and elbows but Matthias caught me out
and told me to let it all down, so I did. We engaged in little kisses that
weren't restricted to lips but went almost everywhere on each other's face.

"Now I can go to sleep and have lots of fun dreams maybe even sexy ones
Lucian." I kissed him on the mouth just as my cock shrunk out of his ass
which caused him to moan at the loss.  He scampered out of bed to go sit on
the bidet and clean himself out then came back full of boy energy to
snuggled in and hold me tightly.

"Goodnight Lucian, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite." I chuckled,
kissed his neck and eventually fell back asleep