Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2004 23:12:09 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Samurai Inc. 25" oral, anal, celebrity

Samurai Inc. 25
By David
DAG1064@aol.com
M/b, oral, anal

Author's Notes: This story is not real.  All characters with the exception
of Angus T. Jones, the young actor from the CBS show "Two and a Half Men"
are fiction.  All situations depicted are fiction.  The appearance of Angus
T. Jones does not mean he is gay nor should it even imply he is gay.


Samurai Inc. 25
"Danny Does Hollywood"


Danny's Journal

	We got home to Logan's Mountain a week after Shiro's England
adventure with Max Pirkis of "Master and Commander".  While it is nice to
go walkabout in different countries, there is something to be said about
being home in the place where you feel most comfortable.  Logan's Mountain
is such a place for me.

	Ever since Dave took me on from the Navy the day I was kicked out,
I felt I had found my true home and calling.  He never once made me feel
any different about who and what I was.  He and the others accepted me
right away.  In return, I did everything to make the mountain as secure as
possible with all the high tech stuff I could get my hands on.  I go
hunting up there every so often and bring home duck, geese, deer, and the
occasional string of fresh water rainbow trout.  What meat we can't get
into the freezer in the storage area I take into Denver and donate to a
food bank I personally investigated to find out if those folks were on the
up and up.  They are usually so happy to see me and they give me a list of
people to go see.  It's the kids that benefit the most, and to see them
smile always makes my day.  It's kind of my way of giving back to my
country.

	Right now I'm out here in Hollywood, CA to see an old Army buddy of
mine.  Unfortunately he was called up at the last second to go into Iraq
and handle some serious problems there that required his very special
skill.  All you need to know is that there will be a few less terrorists
running around when he gets done.  I got bored sitting around in my hotel
room so I decided to go and see some of the sights.  I definitely got an
eyeful at the front door of the hotel.  Hollywood is another whole word to
it's self.  There is no other place quite like this one.  So many colorful
people here.  I remembered that Mac, the movie producer, had his office
somewhere around here.  So I checked a phone book and discovered I was a
block away.  Mac was in and I was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair
in his spacious office smoking a maduro Cohiba cigar.

	"It's so nice to finally meet you kid," Mac growled.  "You guys
have done so much for me.  Shoulda have let me know you were coming."

	"It was a last minute kind of thing," I said, sipping the glass of
brandy.  "I have an Army buddy here but the Army invited him to Iraq to
play with some of his favorite toys at the last second.  He was flying out
just after I landed at LAX."

	"So where are ya at?" Mac asked.

	I told him and his eyes widened.  "That place sucks.  Lemme give ya
a key to a little bungalow I got tucked away in the Hollywood Hills.  Got a
killer view, the refrigerator is well stocked with cold stuff, condoms and
lube in the bathroom, and a fast set of wheels in the garage," he said,
tossing a key at me.

	"I couldn't impose on you," I said.

	He leaned forward.  "You guys have saved my bacon a few times, not
to mention a few young men in the process.  I owe you guys big time.  No
more arguments, boy!"

	What could I say?  "Aye aye, sir!" was the only response I could
give.

	The cab ground to a halt in front of the address nearly two hours
later and I grinned.  The front of the place looked nice.  I paid the guy
and walked up to the front door and opened it.  I stood in the foyer and
blinked at the sight.  The place was spacious and very tastefully
decorated.  I left my bag in the living room and toured the rest of the
house.  There were three bedrooms and two full baths, one in the master
bedroom.  The second room obviously had to be Mac's home office.  I opened
the very expensive looking box on the desk and discovered it fully loaded
with the same Cohiba cigars.  This guy had very good taste.  The third
bedroom was a guest room.  I checked out the kitchen and found it well
stocked with food and cold beer.  I also found several very expensive
bottles of wine in the door of the refrigerator.  My respect for this man
rose another few notches.  The phone rang and I turned to it.  The
answering machine kicked in and Mac's voice came out of the speaker.

	"Hey kid, quit playing with yourself and pick up," he growled.

	I smiled and picked up.  "Hollywood Pleasure Palace."

	Mac laughed.  "Moral Majority, here to save your soul, provided
it's still there."

	Now it was my turn to laugh.  "Mac, this place is way cool."

	"Glad you like it, kid.  Just called to tell you I'm off to Japan
on a business trip.  See ya in a week," Mac said.

	"Good luck Mac," I said.

	"Thanks kid," he said, and hung up.

	I hung up the phone and smiled.  David was right.  Mac did seem
like the Jewish grandfatherly type.  I set my bag in the master bedroom and
went to see what kind of car was in the garage.  To my joy I found the 2004
BMW two door Beamer convertible.  I couldn't wait to drive it.  A lovely
burgundy color with tan interior.  I looked at my watch and decided to find
a nice place to go for dinner.  As I walked past the office, the fax
machine dinged.  Out of curiosity, I walked in and looked at what came out.
Mac had done it again.  He had arranged for dinner reservations at Spago's,
a very upscale eatery in Beverly Hills, a private tour with a meet and
greet with the bigwigs at CBS, NBC, ABC, Fox, Nickelodeon, and a private
tour at the major movie studios as well as a meet and greet with those
bigwigs.  I saw huge moneybags.  If I played my cards just right, I could
bring in lots of business for Samurai and possibly get the major studios to
invest in the fledgling movie business in Peckertown.  I knocked down a
cold beer and sat down.  I took a few breaths to calm myself and then
called home.

	"Hawaiian Happiness," Sammo answered.

       I chuckled.  "California Dreaming calling."

       I listened to Sammo laugh.  You know, I never did ask who started
that bit on the phones, but it sure is a lot of fun coming up with crazy
business names.

	"It's Danny.  Anyone around?" I asked.

	"Full house, bruddah.  Whatcha wont?" he laughed.

       I was all business now.  "Conference.  Hot possibilities, you horny
Hawaiian."

	"I knew you liked me in my grass skirt," Sammo chuckled.

	"Actually, it's the coconut halves you wear over your tits that
makes me hot," I snapped back.

       There was a roar of laughter at the other end.





	It was a little after seven thirty as I maneuvered the Beemer
through the traffic on Sunset, stopping in the valet parking lane in front
of the restaurant.  I was seated in a nice spot in the place.

	"Thank you.  Mac raved about this place.  He said the food and the
service was excellent," I said to the man.

       He smiled.  "Mr. Markowicz is one of our favorite patrons.  It is
always a pleasure to meet his friends."

       I smiled and extended one of our company cards.  The man looked at
it.

	"Ah, I believe I've heard the name a few times.  A pleasure to meet
you sir," he said.  "May I have the pleasure of bringing a bottle of
Mr. Markowicz's personal favorite to you?"

       I smiled.  "Please do.  I've seen his wines selections at his house
and in his office and he does have very good taste."

       He did, and that had to have been the best bottle of champagne I'd
ever had.  The food was exceptional.  I even got to see a few of our
friends as well.  I was invited to a party and met Charlie Sheen there.  I
mentioned the CBS tour I was to take the next day and he told me to make
sure I stopped by the set.  I sat I would, and that's how I met Angus
T. Jones, eleven year old "Jake" on the show.  I had seen the show a few
times and liked it a lot.  My favorite episode was the one where "Jake" did
a few scenes in his white Jockey shorts.  I spent a few hours there and
enjoyed the party and meeting the celebrities.

	I was up and out by eight the next morning.  After a quick
breakfast at Lenny's, I drove over to the CBS studios where I was checked
out by the security.  They were everywhere as I walked into the main lobby
for the studio.  I was greeted by the receptionist and guided to a private
waiting area.  I met and talked to the bigwigs for nearly an hour, giving
them a rundown on Samurai Inc.  They seemed very impressed with our company
and with what I had said about the fledgling film industry in Peckertown.
I gave them numbers to call Jorgenson Enterprises in Arkansas.

	I took the tour and spent nearly two hours on the set talking with
Charlie Sheen and Angus Jones.  He was a really nice kid and I liked his
sense of humor.  I decided to rent the videos he had appeared in later that
night.  Then it was on to another stop.  I managed to get into the big
three networks that day, leaving Fox and Nickelodeon for the next day.
Most of the week was taken up by tours and meetings.  I crossed my fingers
and hoped that the meetings were productive for us and for Peckertown.  It
was now Friday evening, and I was looking forward to soaking in the hot tub
and watch the lights come on in the valley below.  The cell rang just as I
eased into the hot tub.

	"Samurai Inc., Danny Barnes speaking," I replied.

	"This is Charlie Sheen calling.  We need your help," he said.

       I sat up.  "I'm listening."

	"In the last two days there's been threats called in at the set.
The guy says he's gonna kidnap Angus," Charlie said.  "I'll personally
cover your fees if you protect him.  The production's taking a break for a
week, but the word to the public is that we are going to Hawaii for a much
needed vacation and to possibly shoot an episode there.  We've got it all
planned out with the help of Hawaii PD.  All we need you to do is keep the
real Angus under wraps."

       I smiled.  "Not a problem."  Then I had a brilliant idea.  "FedEx
him to me at Mac Markowicz's place in the Hills."

       Charlie came back.  "You want me to put him in a box and ship him to
you?"

	"That's kind of the idea," I said.  "That way the bad guys don't
follow him here.  Ask me sometime about a director named Flamingo."

	"Last I heard he's making condoms in the Arkansas State pen,"
Charlie said.

       I chuckled.  "I know.  We had a hand in that one."

	"You have got to tell me the story," Charlie said.

	"I will.  Now get him up to me and good luck with your scheme," I
said.

	"Call you when he's shipped out," Charlie said and then he hung up.

       I sat and thought for a bit.  Eleven was the youngest kid I'd ever
thought about.  Angus was certainly a very good looking boy.  I wondered if
it had been my imagination when he looked at me funny at one point in the
tour.  Charlie had pointed out something to me and had turned his back to
me.  Angus had looked at me and grinned, sticking the tip of his tongue out
at me and wiggled his eyebrows.  I wondered if he really knew what he had
been doing when he was flirting with me.  Was he asking me for something?
I sighed.  I hoped I could get through the week with him here.

	The phone snapped me out of my thoughts.  I reached for it and
picked it up.

	"Hello?" I answered.

       I heard Charlie's voice on the other end.  "This is FedEx calling.
There is a special delivery for Mr. Markowicz.  Will you sign for it?"

       I grinned.  "Yes I will."

	"Thank you sir.  Our driver will be at your residence in fifteen
minutes," Charlie said.  "Have a good evening."

       I hung up the phone and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and
double checked my Desert Eagle .357 before slipping it into my shoulder
holster.  The doorbell rang right on time and I went to the front door.  I
opened the door to find Emilio Estevez standing there.

	"Good evening sir.  Special delivery for a Mr. Markowicz.  Can you
sign here please?" he asked.

	"With pleasure," I said, signing the clipboard for him as Charlie
wheeled the box in past me.

       I closed the front door and turned to face them and put the heels of
my hands together and did the clap they had used in their movie together
where they played trash men.  Both men laughed out loud.

	"That was Charlie's idea," Emilio explained as he opened the box to
let Angus out.  "Worked real well."

	"One of my favorite movies," I said.  "Nobody followed you?"

	"Not even a second look," Charlie snorted.

       I smiled.  "I love it when a plan comes together."

       Charlie grinned.  "I'll have to remember that line."

       "George Peppard, The A Team," I said as we all shook hands and said
goodbye.  Angus sighed and sat down on the couch.

       I turned to him after the two men left.  "Hungry?"

       He looked up.  "Yes."

       I led him to the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator.  I made
up salad and pastrami sandwiches and we ate at the kitchen table.

	"Wished I was going with them," he complained bitterly.  "I've
never been to Hawaii at all."

	"There will be other opportunities," I said.  "For right now your
safety is very important.  I know it sucks."

       He looked up at me.  "Thanks for helping me out."

	"It won't take long for them to catch this whacko and put him out
of business," I said.  "He'll screw up and get caught."

       Angus nodded and looked around.  "This your place?"

	"No.  I live in Colorado on top of a mountain.  My partner owns it
and the business.  I love it there," I said.

       Angus grinned.  "That must be awesome.  Snow ski anytime you want,
go hiking, and all that good stuff."

	"Yup.  What about you?" I asked.

	"I'm here during production.  Home is Texas," he said.

	"Very cool," I said.

       I sighed as I looked at the clock.  "It's coming up on nine.  Let's
see what's on the dish."

       We found a good movie and watched it.  As the movie progressed, it
seemed to me Angus was creeping closer to me.  I wondered if he was trying
to make a move on me.  I didn't know very many eleven year old kids and I
wondered if he was out or he was just feeling horny.  I put my arm around
him to see how he'd react.  He scooted in very close and snuggled up next
to me.  I shivered from the contact and wondered where this would lead to.
I hoped I wasn't digging my grave.





	We went to bed at eleven.  Angus settled into the guest room and I
took the master bedroom.  I tossed and turned for a bit while falling
asleep. I dreamed of seeing him on the set at first.  Then the dream turned
erotic.  I found myself on my back and Angus was between my legs, sucking
my cock.  He was doing a damn good job, too.  I watched his head bob up and
down on my sizable erection.  It was so real.

       So real that I woke up and discovered that Angus really was sucking
my cock.  His mouth felt so damn good on my cock.  I couldn't help myself.
I moaned out loud and Angus looked up into my face and grinned.  He went
back down on my cock and began sucking harder.  It was taking everything I
had not to cum so soon.  I eventually lost that battle and felt my cock
unload into his mouth.

	"I'm cumming," I groaned.

       Angus sucked harder and faster and I came some more.  Finally I
stopped cumming and Angus sat back on his heels and smiled at me.  I looked
at his cum covered face and whatever doubts I had disappeared.  I sat up
and took his face in my hands and kissed him.  His young lips tasted sweet
and fresh on mine.  I spent a few minutes licking his face clean and then
laid him down in the bed and started kissing his young boy body.  Angus
writhed and moaned in pleasure as I licked and sucked every inch of him
until I came to his very erect five inches.  This kid would be well endowed
fully grown.

       I began to explore his cock with mouth and tongue before sucking
that fine piece of boy meat into my mouth and deep throating it.  Angus
cried out in joy, his pleasure increasing even more.  I sucked hard and
fast, rolling his young hairless balls between my fingers.  I left his cock
and worked down below his cock, gently sucking and licking his balls.  I
raised his legs up and began licking and sucking his hole.  That really set
the boy on fire.

	"Get me off, please!" Angus pleaded.

       I licked his hole a few more times and then came back up to his
cock.  I took his cock back into my mouth and slipped a finger inside his
tight young hole.  I massaged his immature prostate while I sucked him off.
That proved to be his breaking point.  Angus lost it completely, moaning
and crying as he thrashed about underneath me while having an orgasm.  I
half expected something to come out of his cock, but nothing did.  Angus
was still dry.  I backed off and gently rubbed his smooth chest while he
came down from his sexual high.

	"That was so fucking awesome," he whispered and closed his eyes.

       His even slow breathing a few minutes later told me he was asleep.
I moved behind him and pulled his back against my chest, spooning him into
me and covered us with the sheet.  I relaxed and a moment later I too, was
asleep.

	I woke up once more.  The clock on the nightstand announced the
time as being nine thirty.  Angus wasn't in bed with me and I started to
get up when he walked into the bedroom buck naked with a cup of coffee in
his hand.

	"Figured you'd want this," he smiled.

I did.  He had anticipated my need for coffee.  I sipped it and sighed.
The only thing it was missing was fresh boy cream.

       Oh well.  I could live without it for a while.  Angus sat on the
edge of the bed and picked at the sheet and I had the feeling he wanted to
talk.

	"What's on your mind?" I asked him.

       He looked up, his brown eyes looking thoughtful.  "Does what we just
did make me gay?  I'm a little confused by it."

       He was confused!  Shit, he should hear the argument between my
logical self and my hysterical self taking place.  I sipped my coffee and
thought for a moment.

	"No.  It's normal for a boy to want to have sex with another guy,
to play around with him and discover what feels good," I said.  "Nothing
wrong with it."

       Angus smiled.  "Cool.  I figure I have plenty of time to find out if
I am going to be gay or straight.  I just wanted to experience sex with a
guy.  Can we do it some more?"

       The argument suddenly halted in my head when Hysterical realized
Angus was asking for sex.  Logical just smiled and then said I should slow
things down and teach him some things and I thought that was an excellent
idea.

	"Angus, let's go have something to eat and then we'll sit down and
talk.  I think better on a full stomach," I said.

	"Works for me," he said.

       I made him dress for breakfast.  Hot food spilt on the personal gear
doesn't feel good.  He sat at the table as I cooked up eggs, toast, bacon,
and juice.  Once breakfast was cleared away he wandered into the backyard
and sat on a bench which looked out over the valley.  I watched him for a
moment then went into Mac's office.  I went to the bookshelf and started
looking at what books he had.  I thought since Mac dealt with child stars
on a regular basis he'd have some child development books on his shelf.
What I found was an entirely different story.  Mac was a boy lover.  I
stared at some of the books he had on his shelf.  I grinned to myself and
then eventually found what I thought was the perfect book.

       I took it out to the back yard where Angus was sitting and for the
next two hours we talked about a great many things, from his developing
body and the changes that would happen as he gets older, (he said his Dad
talked to him about that already but I wanted to cover that anyway), to all
kinds of sexual activity that one does with a girl and a boy.  He mentioned
a few of his desires and I made note of them.  By the time we finished
talking Angus knew a lot more than he did before.  I felt the two hours we
spent talking was well worth it.  Like the commercial says, the more you
know the better informed you are.  There's a lot of truth to it.

	It was getting warm and Angus pulled his shirt off and dropped it
on the bench we were sitting on.

	"If you want to go naked that's fine with me.  That's your choice.
But if you lay out in the sun, make sure you cover up with plenty of
sunscreen.  Only rule is to dress for meals.  That's it," I said.

       Angus didn't waste any time stripping down.  The lithe eleven year
old stretched as I got up and adjusted the erection in my shorts and went
into the house for a towel for him to lie on.  When I came out, he had set
up a sun bed close enough to the house.  I spread out the towel over it
while he rubbed the sunscreen into his skin and stroked himself a few
times, getting the sunscreen on his penis.  Angus then lay out and sighed.
I went back into the house for a cold soda (too early in the day for a
beer) and came back out with my holstered weapon (the Desert Eagle), a book
(Richard Marcinko's newest thriller), and stripped down and got into the
Jacuzzi and settled down for a long soak.  The day was just perfect in my
opinion.  A nice cool breeze was coming in from the mountains between us
and Malibu, the temps were in the mid seventies, and the humidity was
perfect.  I looked up an hour later to see Angus waking up.

	"Turn over and I'll rub the sunscreen into your backside," I said.

Angus complied and I spent five minutes giving him a light massage with the
sunscreen.  He dozed off a moment later and I got back into the Jacuzzi and
started reading again.  An hour zipped by before I even realized it.  I
looked up when I heard Angus moving.  He was stepping into the Jacuzzi and
he sat down next to me, holding two bottles of cold water.  I opened mine
and took a drink and set it down.

	"Feeling good?" I asked him.

	"Yeah.  You sure gave me a lot to think about, Danny.  Thanks for
being so patient with my questions," Angus said.

       I smiled.  "Enquiring minds want to know."

       Angus chuckled at that.  He rested his head against my shoulder for
a moment and then I wrapped my right arm around him.  He snuggled up
against me and sighed.

       It's hard being a kid these days, but Angus had the added load of
being a kid actor.  He knew what he was getting into from the start, and I
had to salute his guts and courage for doing it.





	A moment later he shifted his position to sit on my lap facing me.
I ran my fingers over his face and then he leaned in to kiss me.  Our
mouths met in a passionate kiss.  His hands explored my body while mine
explored his.  He rested against my body and I could feel his body heat
against mine.  He backed off a moment later and smiled.

	"Getting a bit warm in here," he said.

       We got out and I led him to the outdoor shower.  We got under it and
had a great time soaping each other up.  It gave us more of an opportunity
to explore each other.

	"I think getting older and growing a bigger cock and having hair is
a cool thing," Angus said.  "I can't wait for it to happen."

	"Don't be in a hurry for it to happen," I said, pulling his close
to me and kissing his forehead.  "It will happen in its own time."

	"I know.  I'm not a real patient person," Angus complained.

	"Neither am I.  But you have to be, and it will happen.  Just wait
is all," I said, rinsing his body clean.

       We towel dried each other and then went into the house.  Without
really thinking about it we ended up in the master bedroom.  I turned on
the ceiling fan and lay down next to Angus.

       I turned on my side and reached out my right hand and began touching
him.  Angus sighed in pleasure and relaxed.  I used my fingertips lightly
against his skin, getting him aroused.  His tiny nipples rose along with
his cock.  I moved my fingertips over his nipples, gently touching them.
Angus moaned out loud as my fingertips brushed against the tips of his
erect nipples.  I moved my fingers down his body, making him moan louder.
I brushed my fingertips up and down the shaft of his boyhood, making him
shiver.  I took it in hand and began to stroke him off.  Angus closed his
eyes and moaned.

	"Please suck me," he whispered.

       I obliged, taking the young cock into my mouth.  I pleasured the
boy's young cock, bobbing up and down with my lips firmly around it.  Angus
got more animated, crying out his pleasure as he thrashed about underneath
me.  There was no doubt he was feeling very good.  Then he stiffened up and
cried out loud.  He was having his orgasm.  I sucked him faster until he
pushed my head off his cock.

	"Couldn't take it anymore," he gasped.

       I nodded.  "Sorry."

       I rubbed his broad chest, feeling the developing muscle.  There was
no doubt in my mind he would be quite a man when he got done growing up.
He relaxed for a bit and then looked at me.

	"My turn to pleasure you," he said.

	"Take your time.  Don't be in a hurry.  Enjoy what you're going to
do," I instructed him as he sat next to me.

       Angus nodded and then began exploring my body once more.  His
fingers felt so nice on me.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.
But there was still that tiny part of me that had reservations about having
sex with a young boy.  I hoped I wasn't damaging him for life.

	Angus took his time.  I felt his fingertips gently explore me all
over.  The feelings were incredible.  I gave into my feelings finally and
the pleasure got even better.  I felt his fingers curl around my tool and
then I felt his mouth on it.  Angus was giving me head.  He must have
learned a lesson or two from me because he started sucking my cock really
good.  I moaned my pleasure out loud.  I opened my eye to watch Angus bob
up and down on my cock.  He was doing it so good.  Then he stopped and
looked at me.

	"I want your cock inside me," he said.

       I looked at him.  "Are you sure?  Think about that really good."

	"I have and I want it," he said.

       I nodded.  There was no denying him.  I had Angus lie across my lap
with his ass in the air.  As I worked to stretch and lubricate his little
boy pussy for his first fuck, I told him exactly what to do.

	"I'm going to lie on my back.  You will squat over me and slowly
sit on my cock.  Take your time in doing it.  There will be some pain the
first time.  That's normal.  Just go slow and take your time," I coached
him.

	"Okay," he gasped.  "That feels so good!"

       When I thought he was ready, I rubbed a bit of KY onto my cock and
then helped him into place.  He took a breath and let it out and then
started to sit on my cock.  I felt my cockhead at his virgin gate start to
push in and open him up.  I looked into his face and saw his eyes were
closed.  He let out another breath and pushed out slightly.  My cock head
slipped in a bit further.  Angus moaned softly and then pushed down a bit
further.  I could feel the boy's anal lips around my cockhead, squeezing it
tight.  I had to fight to keep from cumming right then.  Angus pushed down
a bit more and then my cockhead popped right inside of him.  He stopped and
held still for a moment.

	"That feels so awesome!" he cried out.

       After a moment he pushed down a bit more, taking more of me inside
of him.  The whole process took five minutes, but in the end he managed to
take seven inches of my nine inches inside of him.  Angus relaxed for a
moment and smiled down at me.

	"This feels really awesome," he smiled.

       Angus started to ride my cock slowly, moving it inside of him.  I
sighed and enjoyed feeling a young boy's virgin ass clamped around its
first cock.  Angus was slowly rocking back and forth on me, his eyes
closed, muttering to himself.  The faster he moved the hotter I got.
Suddenly Angus dismounted me, rolled onto his back, pulled his legs back
and presented his no longer virgin ass to me.  I didn't hesitate.  I
slipped my cock into him gently and began to fuck the youngster's ass.

	"Do it, ride me, Danny!" Angus pleaded.

       I did.  I picked up the pace, slamming my cock into him deeper each
time.  His asshole was so tight on my cock that it didn't take long for me
to cum.

	"I'm cumming, Angus.  I'm going to shoot my cum into you," I
breathed into his ear and then I was.

       His ass was so nice and tight I must have shot gallons it felt so
good to ejaculate inside of him.  It was definitely one of my best orgasms
to date.  I knew Angus was having an anal orgasm.  His body was shaking and
he was crying out his passion.  I kept fucking him until I ran out of cum
to give.  I sighed in relief and slowly pulled out of him.

       Angus immediately turned into me and started crying into my
shoulder.  He was so full of his emotions from the experience I knew.  I
was sure he'd remember this day for the rest of his life.

	The phone woke us up.  I fumbled for the receiver as I tried to
wake up.  I looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was six in the
morning.

	"Yo," I whispered into the phone.

	"Yo ho, yo ho, me matey!" Charlie Sheen's voice came down the line.
"Pack yer cutoffs, pack Angus, and get yer butts out here."

       I snapped to.  "The shark bit?"

	"Bit?  He took the fucking bait, fishing pole, cops and all.  We
nailed his ass four 'o clock this morning trying to sneak into the hotel.
He was armed, but you just can't beat a dozen pissed off cops and a platoon
of retired Navy Seals.  Gotta have some serious stuff to beat that royal
flush," Charlie Sheen said.

       I started to laugh.  Angus looked at me as if I had flipped out.  He
took the phone from me and started talking to Charlie.

	"What's going on?  Danny's flipped out," Angus said.

       A moment later he started cracking up.  Once I regained control, I
got back on the phone.

	"Now you have discovered something countless tangos, terrorists,
and assorted bad guys have found out the hard way.  Never mess with a Navy
Seal.  You'll get your ticket punched permanently on a one way ride to
hell," I said, grinning.

       The extremely loud hooya at the other end told me Charlie had me on
a speakerphone.

	"One more thing," I said.  "Alert the bars and have them check
their insurance policies.  The Weasel is a comin'."

	"Somebody call out the Navy Seals!" a voice said.  "Wait a minute,
we are the Seals!  Never mind!"

	"We'll be there in a few hours.  Try not to drink the town dry
until then," I cracked, a huge smile on my face.

	"We'll save you something," Charlie promised.

       I hung up and turned to Angus.  "Get packed.  We are off to sunny
Hawaii."

       Angus grinned.  The day was definitely off to a good start.





	Did I ever tell you how much I hate commercial airlines?  The long
lines.  Security sticking their wands into forbidden places.  The delays,
cancellations, and other assorted screw ups.  LAX was having that kind of
day.  Thank God I called first.

	"I'm sorry sir, but the airport is completely closed due to a
security alert," the lady informed me.

       I sighed.  "Not your fault.  I hope who ever caused the problem gets
his behind kicked."

	"Same here," the lady said and then hung up.

       I called the Navy base down in San Diego and talked to an old friend
of mine, explaining my situation.  He was more than willing to help.  By
the time Angus and I got down there in the early afternoon, he had arranged
for us to be flown out there in a pair of Harriers that was being sent
there.  Angus was over the moon when I told him how we were getting there.
I got him into a flight suit that was a near perfect fit and then the pilot
coached him on what to do if we went down.  Then he got Angus into the
plane and got him comfortable with being inside of it.  I had my camera
with me so I took a few shots of him in the flight suit and being inside
the Harrier.  Then it was time to go so I climbed into the one I was
riding.  Angus was given the handle of "Tadpole" by the pilot.  I used my
nickname.  Angus and Lt. Grant were off the ground first, and then
Lt. Curry and me followed.  I actually slept the whole two hour ride to
Hawaii, waking up in time for the landing.

       Someone at the Navy base in Hawaii must have called Charlie Sheen,
because he was there along with Angus' parents at the hangar when we pulled
up in the Harriers.  Angus was overjoyed to see his folks again.  They were
impressed that I had arranged this and pulled it off.  Then it was off to
the new accommodations.

	I sat on the back porch of the cabin I had been assigned sipping a
cold beer as the retired Seals and Charlie Sheen sat around drinking
theirs.  I had just told the story of Flamingo and got a round of hooya's
to the story.  As the evening progressed, the men drifted out and went home
one by one.  Soon it was just me and Charlie.

	"Thanks for everything.  I mean that," he said.

       I looked up from the trash can where I had been tossing the empty
cans.  "Glad to help."

	"Just let me know what we owe you," he said before heading out the
door.

       I nodded and opened another beer and continued to clean up the mess.
The argument inside my head over what had happened between Angus and me
still raged.  I wondered if I had done right by him or harmed him by
introducing him to sex too soon.  Even though Angus had asked for it, it
still bothered me.

       I know there are kids even younger having sex, but the thought of
doing it with a young kid bothered me.  A kid that age should still be
enjoying their childhood, not running around and wanting to have sex.  I
guess the times have changed since I was that age.  I remember being eleven
and wanting to race my bike all the time back then.  I never really had
given sex a thought until I turned thirteen and started maturing.  I kicked
a beer can in frustration and sighed.

	"Are you okay?" a voice asked.

       I looked up to see Angus standing there in the moonlight on the back
porch.

	"I don't know," I said, turning away.

       He touched my arm.  "Is this about what we did last night?"

	"Yes," I said.  "I think you're too young to be thinking about sex
right now.  You're just eleven.  You're still a kid.  You should be
concerned about doing kid things and being an actor."

       Angus smiled.  "Mom and Dad have always told me I am very mature for
my age.  Being an actor opened my mind to a lot of things.  I've dealt with
the subject of sex in a few episodes on the set.  I knew what it was a long
time ago.  Like I said, I'm not sure if I am gay or straight.  Thanks to
you, I know what the difference is.  Thanks to you, I now know what gay sex
is.  I have been jacking off for some time and I enjoy the feelings.  What
we did together I truly enjoyed.  You didn't hurt me at all."

       I sighed in relief, and the argument in my head went away.  I knew
now that it was all right.  I would have to sit down with Logan when I got
back and then maybe call Zeus or maybe I'll just go to Peckertown and see
the big man.  Maybe he can explain all of this better.

	I looked up to see Angus dropping his shorts on the floor.  The
naked boy smiled at me and I felt myself get hard.

	"Let's go swim for a bit," he said.

       I dropped the last trash bag on the porch and followed him down to
the beach once he had undressed me.  Under the full moon, we played in the
surf and chased each other all over the vacant beach.  In the hour we spent
on the beach I felt young again.  Then he ran into me and I picked him up
in my arms and carried him to the outside shower.  I washed him clean,
dried him off, and carried him to my bed.

       He looked at me with eyes full of trust.

       I laid him flat on his back and started making love to him.  Angus
reacted to the pleasures I gave him, his body writhing as he moaned.  I
sucked his cock.  Licked his boy hole.  Licked his entire body, tasting the
scent of the soap I used on him in the shower.  Sucked his tiny nipples.
Then I laid him on his back and lubed him up and carefully fed his hungry
hole my cock.  Angus moaned deliriously as I made love to him.  I kept
going until I came inside of him.  We snuggled down together and kissed.
Angus smiled as he closed his eyes, going to sleep in my arms.  I no longer
had any doubts.

	The phone rang the next morning and I opened one eye and stared at
it.  It kept ringing.  Persistent thing.

	"Hello?" I answered it and looked around for Angus.

	"Is Angus with you?" Charlie Sheen asked.  "Nobody's answering the
phone in their room."

       I was out of bed in seconds.  I grabbed my shorts and grabbed my
gun, and after a quick search of my rooms went out onto the porch where my
shoes were.  After getting them on I went next door where Angus and his
parents were.  The glass sliding door was open and I inspected the lock.
It had been forced.  I moved quietly into the room, my gun up in front of
me.  A fight had taken place.  The room was a mess.  I didn't see any blood
on the floor or the walls.  A good sign.  I checked the closets and the
bathroom.  Nobody there.

       Angus and his parents were gone.  This did not look good.  I cursed
and the reacted when the door flew open, drawing my gun on a cop.  We both
blinked at each other and then I surrendered my weapon.  After ID's had
been established, I went back to my room and sat on the bed and tried to
think.  My phone rang.

	"Hello?" I replied.

	"Danny?" a very scared Angus said.

       I jumped to my feet.  "Angus, are you all right?" I asked as I waved
frantically to a cop.

	"For now.  This guy grabbed my folks and me this morning.  I don't
know where we are right now.  He wants five million bucks from you to get
me back.  He'll call you in an hour," Angus said and the line went dead.

       I came close to mangling the phone.  The turkey from the other night
had been a diversion and all of us had fallen for it, hook, line, and
sinker.  I felt completely stupid.  I sat down and tried to get my brain
working.  I needed a plan.



	Said plan materialized an hour later.  The retired Seals stepped in
and offered to help.  The money would be borrowed from a local Federal
reserve and the suitcase would be bugged.  What I didn't know was that a
second plan had been hatched and that it would involve a second tracker
being planted on the suspect car.  I got the call just as the money was
delivered.

	"Mr. Barnes," the smooth voice said.

       South America.  Had to be.  I suddenly wondered if any of Evan's old
people was behind this.  I'd find out soon enough.

	"What you want," I snapped.

	"Temper, temper, Mr. Barnes.  Just do what I tell you and young
Angus will be just fine," he said.

       I took a breath and managed to curb my temper.  The cop next to me
nodded.

	"Now, shall we get down to business?" the voice asked.

       The more he talked, the more I flipped through my mental rolodex of
names, faces, and voices of those I had tangled with in the past and it
finally stopped at one voice.  But it couldn't be him.  I had popped him on
a mission in South America a few years ago for using little kids to make
his drugs.

	"Manuel del Varge," I breathed.

       The laughter from the other end startled me.  "Very good, Senior
Barnes!  I thought you had forgotten."

       The cop shivered as my eyes turned blood red with anger.  "I never
forget a child abuser.  You're mine, slime ball.  Better start digging your
grave, bub."

       He laughed again.  "Promises, promises.  Fortunately I hold the
cards now.  I haven't forgotten how you destroyed my operation.  Revenge
will be mine, not to mention five million dollars to start it up again.
Little Angus will be my first slave."

       I was shaking from fury.  The cops looked at me and motioned for me
to calm down.

       I took a deep breath and relaxed.  "The money is being assembled as
we speak.  I estimate another hour before I have it."

	"Good," Varge's voice purred.  "I shall call within the hour."

       He hung up and I stood there for a moment and then put the phone
down.  Someone handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped at it until I was
calm once again.

	"How do you know this guy?" a cop asked.

       I leaned against the table and sighed.  "I used to be Navy Seal.  I
was on a mission to Columbia on a different matter and during the mission I
found out about this guy.  After the mission was done I went looking for
him with a few friends.  We found his operation and destroyed it and freed
the kids he had imprisoned that he forced to make his drugs for him.  I was
sure he died when the mansion went up."

       The cop grinned.  "Good.  I'm sure Hawaii will want to have him as a
guest in our gray-bar hotel.  They'd love him there."

	"Then here's your big chance to have him when I'm done with him," I
said.

There was a knock on the door and the closest cop answered it.  Two men
entered with a pair of large suitcases between them.  They set them down
and nodded.

	"All set," they reported.

       I nodded.  I turned to my war bag and pulled out a six inch S&W .357
and a screwdriver and went to work.  I removed the grips I had on it and
turned to the cops.

	"Anybody got another transmitter that would fit in here but not
interfere with the workings?" I asked.

       The tech smiled and dug into his box.  A moment later we had a
transmitter secured inside the frame and I put the grips back on and then
reloaded it with 245-grain hollow points.  If Varge was going to take
whatever weapons I had off me, it would be this one.  I could afford to
lose this one.

	"That should give us an extra edge," I said.

       The cops nodded.  "Good thinking."

       Now the wait for the phone call started.

	Said phone call came in right on the nose.  I picked up on the
third ring and heard his slimy voice come down the wire.

	"Senior Barnes.  I trust you have the money now?" he asked.

       I nodded.  "Yes.  I would like to talk to Angus first."

	"Of course.  Your young friend has a lot of spunk, and I like that.
It will be so much fun to break him," Varge said.

       I controlled my temper as I heard a voice in the background.  Then
Angus came on.

	"Danny?" he asked, really scared.

	"Hey kid, how ya doing?" I asked.

       I heard him take a breath.  I'm okay, thanks for asking.  You're so
sweet."

       Angus emphasized the word sweet.  I looked around the room at
puzzled faces.

	"Thanks for saying so, Angus.  Now just relax and hang in there.
Every thing will be fine," I said.

	"You and your folks okay?" I asked.

	"Yes," he said, sounding a bit more steady.  "He's feeding us and
giving us plenty of pineapple juice to drink.  I do get a bit dehydrated
from time to time."

       I got more puzzled looks.  "That's good.  Let me talk to him now."

	"Okay," he said and handed the phone over.

	"I hold all of the cards, Senior Barnes.  Soon I shall have you in
my hands, and we shall play a little game, yes?" he chuckled.

	"Sure," I said.  "Just tell me where you are."

       He laughed.  "Cell phone number please."

       I gave him mine and a cop quickly opened the back and copied down
some numbers and put the battery back in place and turned it on.  The phone
in my hand went dead.  A moment later my cell went off.

	"You answered quickly.  Very good," Varge's voice said.  "Now this
is what we will do."

       I won't bore you with the details of the hide and seek game we
played.  As I drove the car towards the meeting place, I kept going over in
my mind what could happen.  However, there wasn't any thing I could do
until I had found Angus.  Then it would be a different ballgame.

	I pulled into the back of a taco stand on the edge of town and
waited.  I looked up into my rearview mirror and saw the black van pull in
behind me.  A man got out of the van and walked up to my window.  I looked
into the scarred face of Manuel del Varge.

	"Been a while, Senior Barnes.  I have looked forward to this day,"
he smiled.

       I pulled my gun and pointed it at him and he smiled.  He raised his
hands and suddenly something stung me in the neck.  I saw his face get
blurry as I realized he'd shot me with a dart with sleeping juice inside
it.  I fell over as every thing went black.





	I woke up sometime later and found myself tied to a chair.  I
blinked as I woke up, regaining my senses.  I looked around the place and
suddenly realized what Angus had been trying to tell me.  I was inside an
abandoned pineapple processing plant.  I grinned.  Smart kid for trying to
tell me what was up.  I heard a noise and looked behind me to see a couple
inside a cage.  That had to be the Joneses.

	"Are you okay?" the man called out.

       I nodded.  "For now.  I'd much rather be wearing something else
other than these ropes."

       The man laughed at my joke.  "We much rather be somewhere else
ourselves."

	"Where's Angus?" I asked.

	"We don't know.  That nasty man took him somewhere after he tied
you into the chair," the lady said.

       I leaned over and began to check things out.  As far as I could see,
there wasn't anything hooked to the chair that would go boom when I moved.
Mistake number one.  I looked up when I heard him approaching.  A smile
covered his face.

	"So nice to know I got the drop on you nasty do gooders this time
out," he chortled.  "Don't worry, you'll be checking out soon."

       Now I knew for sure he was cracked.  He smiled as he drew a box of
matches out of his pocket and slowly dragged one along the side of the box
and it lit.  He held it up and examined the tiny flame.

	"Fire is such a powerful thing.  It cooks our food, warms our
homes, provides light at a campfire, destroys things, and kills," he said,
leering at me.  "The fire you set to my house nearly killed me.  It ate
into my face, destroying my good looks.  It destroyed every thing I worked
so hard for."

	"Things you bought with the drug money earned off the backs of the
child slaves you had," I remarked.

	"You took from me things that were not yours to take.  You took my
drugs and burned them all.  You took my slaves and freed them.  You nearly
took my life.  That cannot be forgiven.  Now it is my turn to take from you
your life, and the boy that is your friend.  Goodbye Senior Barnes," he
hissed, and dropped the burning match into a pile of rags a few feet from
me.

       The rags must have been soaked in gas, because they went up fast.  I
watched him laugh his head off and then walk away.  Doom on you, fucker.
That was your last mistake.  I managed to get to my feet and tiptoed slowly
to the edge of the floor.  I looked over the edge and saw the drop to the
next one wasn't too far down.  I turned around and faced the couple in the
cage.

	"Be right back," I said, and then leaned backwards.

My landing wasn't the best one, but it did accomplish what I wanted, and
that was to break the chair.  I got loose of the ropes and quickly climbed
up to the floor.  The fire was spreading fast.  I hopped on one foot as I
retrieved my lock pick tools from the heel of my boot, and then put it back
together.  I ran to the cage and had it open in seconds.  As I got the
Joneses out of the cage, I heard what sounded like a truck crashing through
a wall downstairs.  I ran to the table nearby and didn't find any weapons.
I guided them to the stairs and down them.  I could hear sirens outside and
knew the fire department was here.  Good.  The transmitters must have
worked really well then.

       Two firemen appeared out of the smoke and guided the couple outside
as I found a couple boxes on a nearby table.  Opening them I found two H&K
MP-5 subguns and a dozen loaded clips for them.  I quickly loaded one and
shot out the skylights, letting the smoke out fast.  Now I could see much
better.  I jogged towards the back of the plant and found the escape route
Varge used to escape.  I found a second boat tied up but I didn't touch it.
I didn't trust it.  I looked up when I heard the growl of some seriously
mean engines coming towards me.  A man brought a boat into the dock.

	"Go get him Weasel," the man said.

       I jumped in as he pushed me off.  "He went south!"

       I hit the throttles as I turned the boat nearly on a dime and the
engines kicked in big time.  The boat roared out of the docks area and out
to open sea.  I looked at the beeping device on the dash and realized it
was a receiver, picking up a transmitter device.  Varge.  Son of a bitch
must still be wearing the six shooter he took off me.  I grinned.

	"Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do when I catch your ass," I sang
as the salt air rushed past my face.

	Two miles up in front, Angus huddled on the floor as Varge whistled
merrily.  Angus was scared.  He looked up at the man and wished there was a
way to escape.

	"Don't worry, boy!" Varge laughed.  "You'll love my new house!
You'll be my very personal houseboy, there to take care of my needs when I
want some nice boy ass to fuck, and a hot mouth to suck my manhood!"

	"Fuck you!" Angus shouted.

       The man looked at him and then kicked him in the face.  Angus went
sprawling backwards and landed on his back.

	"I'll do the fucking if you don't mind," Varge snarled.

       He pulled the six-shooter and placed it within easy reach on the
dashboard as he stood up and continued his driving.  Angus moved until he
was sitting up against the side of the boat seat inside of the little
cabin.  That left Varge wide open.  Mistake number three.

	It didn't take me long to catch up.  I used the spotting scope on
the Dragenov 7.65 mm sniper rifle I found in the boat.  I didn't know how
it got there, and I wasn't about to ask at the moment.  I was glad it was
there.  Varge must have sensed something because he turned around and saw
me coming.  The shock on his face was priceless.

	"Here I come to save the day!" I sang out in glee.

       He whipped the six-shooter off the dashboard and fired all six
rounds in a panic.  I stayed down until all six rounds had gone past me.  I
rose up and took up the Dragenov in hand and sighted down the scope and
then fired.  The round hit his left shoulder, picking him up and throwing
him against the steering wheel.  That set him off.  He ducked down for a
moment and then came up with a subgun of his own and shot out the entire
clip in one go.  I waited until he was done and then came back up and shot
him once more.  That really set him off.  He grabbed a long tube and
pointed it at me.  That's when Angus reacted.  He used his left foot to
kick at the joystick causing the boat to go in reverse quickly.  That in
turn knocked Varge off balance.  He fired the rocket nearly straight up
into the sky.

       I had only one chance at this.  I slowed down a little and came
alongside his boat.  Angus was quick to react to the lucky break he'd
created and jumped.  The stunt paid off as Angus rolled into the back of
the boat unharmed.  I shoved the throttles forward hard and took off fast.
The rocket came down seconds later.  When the smoke cleared, it was obvious
the rocket had removed the front end of the boat.  Then a totally deranged
Varge stood up with another subgun.

       He was a total mess, covered in his blood.  He opened fire on us as
we sped away, the bullets pinging off the engine cover.  I turned to watch
him slowly sink into the water along with the second half of the boat.
Before I could act to save his life, shark fins broke the surface and
charged.  I knew it was too late.  His eyes bugged out as he shrieked
loudly in Spanish and then the shark yanked him under.  He came up twice
more as I charged back towards him, my own subgun working to try and save
him.  Then he went down for the final time.  Manuel del Varge was dead.





	I turned the boat towards the shore and headed back.  I untied
Angus and he wrapped himself around me tight.  I rubbed his back for a
moment to reassure him.

	"Is it over now?" he asked.

       I nodded.  "It's over."

       Then Mr. Murphy chose to make his long overdue entrance.  The engine
began making choking sounds as the boat slowed down and then stopped as the
engine died.

	"What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

       I looked around the back of the boat and discovered bullet holes in
the cover.  There was gas leaking out two or three of the holes and I knew
why.  At least we didn't get blown up.  I sighed.

	"Good news, bad news scenario," I said.  "Bad news is that he shot
the engine up.  We're dead in the water."

       Angus looked puzzled as I headed down into the cabin area.  "What's
the good news?"

	"Radio still works, there's plenty of food and water, a thick
sleeping bag and a few pillows.  Gonna be some time before they find us," I
said, raising the radio mike.

       Angus put his hand on my hand and pushed the mike away from my face.
"Why be in such a hurry to be rescued?  I need to thank my hero properly."

       I smiled at the idea.  "What do you have in mind?" I asked.

       He stood on his tiptoes and kissed me.  Then he stepped back and
slowly stripped naked while giving me the come hither look.

	"For your eyes only," he whispered as he exposed his boy body to
me.

       I dropped the mike and took him into my arms and we kissed.  Angus
slowly stripped me naked and we stretched out on the opened wide sleeping
bag and began making love.  His young boy body against mine had me hard in
seconds.

	"He sure comes to attention quick.  He needs a reward," Angus
whispered as he took my cock into his mouth and began sucking me off.

       I closed my eyes and shivered.  His young wet warm mouth felt good
on my cock.  No doubts in my mind anymore.  I sighed as he sucked my cock
into his throat.  I moved until I was able to reach his cock and started
pleasuring him as well.  For the next five minutes we 69ed, enjoying each
other's cock.  I was starting to reach my point of no return when Angus
slipped off my cock, pushed me onto my back and then straddled my hips.  He
took my cock in his hand and guided it to his hole.  He slowly pushed
himself down on my cock.  I could feel my cockhead open his young boy pussy
lips and slip inside of him.  Angus let his head go back and he moaned out
loud in pleasure as he continued to push down onto my cock.  Finally he was
sitting on my hips and he looked down at me and smiled.

	"He feels so good in there.  I love having him in there," he
sighed.

       Angus began to bounce up and down on me, my cock moving inside his
ass.  He had an incredibly tight ass and I loved it.  Angus began to scream
out in pleasure as he fucked himself on my cock.

	"Yes... oh God... so good... love this... fucking me... uh!" he
screamed out loud, his young soprano voice getting louder each time.

       I finally had enough.  I pushed him off and put him on his back and
grabbed his ankles, spreading his legs wide.  Angus grabbed my cock and
guided it back to his hole.

	"Fuck me Danny!  Fuck me hard!" he yelled.

       That's exactly what I did.  I shoved in and started rabbit fucking
the little boy.  He damn near went wild as I rode his little boy ass hard.
Angus panted, whined, moaned, and yelled out his joy the entire time I
fucked him silly.  Finally I reached my breaking point.

	"Gonna fill your ass with my man cum right now!" I yelled as I
unloaded, shooting my cum through my cock and into his tight well fucked
ass.

       Angus writhed underneath me as I ejaculated deep inside of him,
seven or eight hard shots of hot man cum.  Both of us cuddled each other
once I was done fucking Angus.  He smiled up at me as we kissed.

	"How long before they find us?" he asked.

       I sighed.  "I have no idea."

       He smiled and I had the feeling he wanted to go again.  I just hoped
I could keep up with him.  To my surprise I did.

	They found us the next day after I made the call at sunrise.  We
had spent the night having the most intense sex I'd ever had.  I knew Angus
would be taken to the hospital and be examined, so I searched the boat for
some kind of cleaning gear to clean him out and to my surprise I did find
an enema kit.

       Angus understood why I was cleaning him out and decided to tell them
Varge hurt him but I had arrived on the scene before he could do any more.
I agreed with that story.  The Coast Guard came alongside and we got onto
their boat.  I gave them the story that I had to hotwire a lantern battery
to the radio to call out and they bought it.

       The reunion with the parents was heartwarming.  I was glad to see
them back together again.  I had a family at one time but they had passed
on and I was alone.  Well, not quite alone.  Logan and his sons had made me
their brother and Uncle and that made me feel warm inside to know that
someone cared for me.  I watched Angus go off with his parents and at that
moment I wanted to go home and be with my family.  It was time to go home.


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