Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2011 11:45:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son VII

This chapter has taken a turn that I just didn't expect. As such, there may
be a few minor inconsistencies from earlier chapters. They are so minor
that the reader may not even catch them. In any case, I hope you like the
story and where it's headed, although I'm not even exactly sure where it's
going.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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What I was looking at, or felt I was looking at, was like a treasure trove,
a dragon's hoard. There were baskets of jewelry, neat piles of money banded
into bundles and stacked in 2 x2 foot blocks about 6 feet high, paintings
stacked against each other, the stacks leaning against a wall. I saw gold
and silver ingots stacked 6 feet high in a crisscross pattern off to one
side. Leather bags that appeared to be filled with loose gems of every
color sat on the floor in front of boxes filled with gold cups, dinnerware,
candelabra's and who knows what else. All in all it looked like a kings
treasure room or something from a pirate movie.

"This is what the war crimes tribunal is looking for," Aaron said, "They
along with the old Nazis that I stole it from. I came across it toward the
end of the war. My first objective was simply to keep it out of the Nazis
hands, not allow them to use it to live on or continue to promote their
sick beliefs in some other country that would harbor them. There was a
great deal more than what you see here, this is only what I managed to
secret away. A secondary reason for keeping it was that I recognized some
of my own family heirlooms and I wanted to rescue them. My ultimate goal
was to be able to go through it all then somehow get it back to its owners
with the authorities knowing about it. Time moved on and that just didn't
happen, I didn't get around to it. So, here it sits."

We had moved into the room and I was making a cursory inspection of the
loot. The stacks of money appeared to from a variety of countries and were
in large denominations. I asked that the room was worth. Aaron said that
there was around 80 million in currency so he put an overall estimate would
put the room's value between ¾ and 1 billion dollars and that was being
conservative. "That row of paintings," he said pointing to them is worth
50-60 million and that's a conservative guess. They're all done by the
master's. Some of them are Picasso's and Degas that are unknown to the art
world. Others are by Renoir, Cezanne, Chagall and more."  There were 2 more
rows of paintings.

I squatted down and put my hand in one of the bags of gems then let them
filter through my fingers, then stood up. "Now, I have to say," Aaron said,
"some of this has been in my family for decades. My ancestors were
hoarders; squirreling away money and jewels from the tax man was an
ingrained habit. Too, some of the items were ill gotten gains. As you may
know the very wealthy rarely ever got that way from being scrupulously
honest, more like scrupulously dishonest, in fact they often were
unscrupulous as hell. In any case it's too late to give it back, to make
amends. I couldn't stand the investigation, the probable time in jail while
they sorted it all out. So, I died and here it sits. You are going to be
the one to figure out what to do with it. I suppose that after I'm really
dead you could say that you found it down here and be magnanimous about
trying to get it to its rightful owners." He paused for a moment then
added, "Or not."

Right at the moment I didn't believe Aaron's story. Oh, I believed that
someone might be looking for him; why else would a man with 5 billion
dollars pretend to be dead and live in a cave. But I did not believe that
he'd planned on returning the stuff or that he has necessarily "rescued" it
from the Nazis. No, there was much more to Aaron Nussbaum that he was
letting on. I would bet too that someone else knew that he hadn't died and
I would bet that Childers was that person or even one of any number of
persons but I wasn't going to press it. I was already worth 10-15 million
dollars because of this man and had access to millions more. I knew well
enough not to bite, tease, or otherwise pester the hand that fed me. No
sir.

We left the vault and headed back to the living area where he offered me
another Kemper's but I declined. It had been an exhausting day and I needed
sleep. I told him I was planning on going to New York on Sunday to get
outfitted. He thought it was a great idea and an even better idea when I
said that Childers was going with me.

"Childers is an absolute gem Loren. He can guide you though a myriad of
things." When I told him that I had ordered Childers to find his
replacement in order to be my personal assistant, the old man was
positively ecstatic. "You know Loren, when I hatched this plan I half
figured you were going to be a milk toast, just go along for the ride. I'm
beginning to think that I might have been wrong about that."

"Thanks for your vote of confidence Aaron," I said, half facetiously. "I'll
see you in a couple of days." I started for the elevator and stopped. "Can
I assume that I'm welcome to come down at any time?"

"Sure, he responded, "but don't be surprised at what you might see. I tend
not to wear clothes down here Loren. There isn't any need. You're the only
one that knows this place exists although it would come as no surprise if
Childers knew. The man is sharp as a fucking tack. You might also catch me
reviewing some of my... past encounters. Not that I'd be doing anything
about it you understand. I'm 91 years old." I understood.

I asked if there wasn't some sort of warning system if someone was using
the elevator and he shook his head; no need. On that note he ran his hand
over some concealed spot for the door opened but before I did Aaron asked
if Childers had shown me any of the concealed doors and hidden hallways. I
shook my head. "Well the house is rife with secret corridors stairs and
doorways. There are two concealed doors in the master bedroom, each one
going into the bedroom next door. One of them, the one behind the bookcase
to the left of the fireplace, also goes to a set of stairs that go to the
third floor but also down to the first floor where a hallway lead to the
game room, my office and the theater and game room. Here, let me draw you a
quick map.

We went back into the cavern and over to his computers and he pulled a
piece of paper from the printer. He threw together some lines, added arrows
and explanations for the door catches and explained that the halls were lit
with low watt bulbs that operated automatically by sensors, something he'd
added during his many upgrades. "." He handed me the paper saying, "London
will probably get a kick out these. I'll draw you a map of the other ones
for the next time you visit and tell you about the spy holes though out the
house.

I took the map and went back to the elevator, waved goodbye and off I went,
back up to bed. I finally drifted off to sleep but up until I did, my mind
was going back through all that I'd learned that day and believe me, it was
considerable.

Saturday morning dawned clear with a promise of a beautiful day. London and
I were out back with Childers waiting on the terrace for our guests to show
up. The barbeque guys had a couple of grill trailers set up at the edge of
the stone surfaced area, which was the easiest access to the staff, guest,
and service vehicle parking area that sat sort of concealed behind thick
bushes about 150 feet from that side of the mansion and the pool house. The
days between then had been fairly eventful. I'd visited Aaron when I could
and had run by him an idea I'd had about giving bonuses to the staff, which
he fully supported. London and I had explored the hidden hallways that
Aaron had told me about and as he predicted, my son thought it was just
about the coolest thing he'd ever seen. It was fun and interesting and kind
of exciting but it didn't compare to the other things that happened to
London.

London's experience had to do with Toshi. London had the opportunity to run
into the young Asian boy who was going about his tasks in the
conservatory. My son said that Toshi had been a little nervous doing his
work around London but things had loosened up pretty quickly and they went
about the business of any 2 boys their age who try to get to know each
other. It didn't take long before casual body contact occurred and shortly
after that the topic of sex came up, in a round about way.

Toshi had been trimming and pruning and weeding and London had commented on
a plant that had resembled an erect penis. "Gosh Toshi it looks like..."
then stopped. Toshi gave London a knowing look and said,

"Penis; yeah I know, I thought so too. Look at this one," the Asian boy
said, leading my son to another plant, pointing out the erect pistil. The
difference was that the tip had sticky residue on it, a secretion the plant
made to attract bees.

"Gosh Toshi it looks like precum or something," London exclaimed which was
exactly what Toshi had in mind.

"You know about that?" Toshi asked and London nodded his head and said
sure, he even made a little bit if he was feeling hot and sexy. London had
already commented on toshi's looks, which had prompted the comment about
seeing me with another boy. London's straightforward manner would
eventually bring a number of boys to our bed over time and he actually went
out of his way to lure boys.

"Gosh you look to young to be making sperm and stuff," Toshi had
commented. London said yeah, he knew that.

"I'm only 11 and I've got hairs. Wanna see em?" London didn't wait for an
answer but tugged his shorts and underwear down to his knees. Toshi got
down on his knees and leaned in close and actually touched London's pubic
bone.

"Wow you do have hairs," Toshi exclaimed. Needless to say the attention had
an affect on London, whose cock started to rise. "You look pretty big for
an 11 year old," Toshi commented.

"You can touch it Toshi," London said to the cute young teen, "I mean, if
you want to." Apparently Toshi did because London said that he'd taken my
son's cock in his hand and squeezed it a little, helping to bring him to
full on hard.

"You are big London." Toshi stood up, rubbing his crotch as he did. London
asked if he had a boner and when Toshi nodded his head, London said he
wanted to see it. Toshi looked around then quickly unsnapped, unzipped, and
dropped his pants, allowing his rock hard cock to stand free. Toshi pulled
his sweatshirt up to give London and unobstructed view of his young Asian
charms.

"Yours is different than mine," London said, observing Toshi's foreskin all
but covering his swelling cock head.

"It's cuz I'm not circumcised like you are," the older boy explained. "You
can touch mine too, if you want to." London certainly did, immediately
stroking the boy and sliding the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive
cock head and earning a sharp inhalation of breath at the same time.

"Wow that's really cool Toshi." The boy nodded his head. He already knew
that. "I really wanna beat off now," London exclaimed, rubbing his own cock
and his balls. Toshi agreed saying that he really wanted to as well and
they probably would have if the door at the far end of the conservatory
opened up. Both boys quickly tugged their clothes in place and London said
they could do it later to which Toshi nodded his head and said okay. Toshi
was clipping while London was talking about the school he'd come from when
Kenjiro came up to them. He greeted London politely and asked his son how
things were going. Toshi said,

"Fine father," then London explained that Toshi was showing him a lot of
stuff about gardening and flowers and such. His father seemed pleased that
his son was being so helpful to the young lord. London said that he would
come find Toshi later and maybe they could go explore the woods or
something. Toshi had looked at his father who got a short frown on his
face.

"Please Kenjiro. I don't have any friends or anyone to play with here?"
London said that he'd laid it on a little thick and it worked because
Kenjiro bowed slightly and said, "Yes master London." Then London won his
heart by saying that he didn't need to call him master, that it sounded too
weird, and asked that he just call him London. The older man said that he
would try. London had left agreeing to meet his new friend later right
there in the conservatory.

London found me in the office a little later and told me the whole story,
adding a few details. "He's got a nice cock dad. It's a little thicker and
bigger than mine but it's got skin on it and he's got a lot more hairs than
I do but his balls don't have any." Needless to say I was very interested
but London asked about foreskin so I took the time to explain it to
him. Then we tried to figure out a way for me to watch the boys explore
each other. Needless to say until we knew the lay of the land better,
inside the house was going to be the best bet.

I had already found the passages into the rooms on either side of mine
using the crude map that Aaron had provided. It didn't take a lot to figure
out how we'd do it. It wouldn't do that we share a bedroom so the next best
thing was for London to have a room next to mine although my son would
rarely sleep in it. We didn't know when we picked it that there was a
passage way between the 2 rooms. The walk in closet & dressing area in my
room butted up to a similar arrangement in London's room; the room to the
right of mine, only there was a narrow hall space between them. The 6 foot
mirror in my dressing area pulled open to reveal a small opening into the
narrow space. A similar mirror in London's dressing room was a 2 way mirror
that allowed a person to see clearly into the dressing area in that room
and because the small space between them was unlit, there was no way to
tell from London's side that it was a two way mirror. It was perfect. It
would be natural for any child to have friends in his or her bedroom but in
the event that a parent, or in this case Childers, happened into the room,
it would appear empty because the closet door would be closed. Now,
needless to say Childers would never under any circumstance just wander
into any occupied bedroom in the house without knocking but Toshi wouldn't
necessarily know that so being secretive, in the closet, would seem natural
to the young teen.

So it was that I was in the narrow hidden area between the closets when
London and Toshi came in, turned on an overhead light and closed the closet
door. The boys stood facing each other less than 3 feet in front of me, not
quite sure how to go about starting the process. London simply undid the
button on his pants and shoved them down along with his underwear allowing
the young Asian boy to look at him, which Toshi did for only a second
before doing the same thing.

I felt my heart lurch slightly at my first viewing of the boy. His cock was
mostly still soft, hanging gently against his balls, the sac just as smooth
as London had told me they were. His cock head was completely covered by
his foreskin, the latter creating a little nipple past the tip of it. His
pubic hair was, of course, pitch black creating a nice little patch above
his boy stuff. He had pulled his shirt up so that London could see all of
him. My son had done the same but then pulled his shirt off and tossed it
on the floor. He was already starting to bone up, his young cock not quite
sticking straight out, but close to it.

"Let's just take our clothes off Toshi," London said, his voice heard
easily through a face heating grate located on the wall at the base of the
mirror. The Asian boy didn't say anything but began the process while I
watched his 13 year old cock quickly rise in to stand tall and firm in
front of his flat belly. Once fully naked the boys continued to stand there
facing each other. London stepped closer, taking hold of his raging cock,
and held it down then rubbed it against toshi's. The Asian boy did the
same, holding his fully hardened cock down and the two boys played at sword
fight, a typical boy game. Toshi pulled his foreskin back so they were head
to head and already I could see the shiny proof of his arousal.

"Your dick is so interesting Toshi," London said and the boys' response
was,

"Do you want to touch it?" London certainly did and as he reached out Toshi
let go which allowed his dick to stand upright. Conscious of the fact that
I was standing on the other side of the mirror, my son took hold of Toshi
with his other hand and gently stroked the boy, moving the pliable skin
back and forth over toshi's sensitive swollen cock head.

"God London that feels so good. Can I hold yours too?" My son mumbled a yes
and a heartbeat later both boys were working each other's stone hard young
cocks.

"That's so weird looking Toshi, I bet it really helps when you beat off."
Toshi nodded his head. London looked in the mirror and gave me a small
smile.

"Look how we look Toshi," he said. The Asian teen glanced at the mirror and
smiled.

"It's hot lookin don't you think," my son asked and Toshi agreed that it
was. He let go of Toshi and moved closer, facing the mirror so Toshi did
the same. They were so close that had the mirror not been there I could
have reached out and taken hold of both stiff cocks. Toshi looked even
better from close up. His 13 year old cock stood almost straight up, his
cock head about half way covered. His balls hung beautifully below his boy
hood pride, a smooth hairless bag with one egg lower than the other. His
fuzz was a perfect backdrop for his cock, a dark little patch of hair the
poked out from behind the shaft. He was a beautiful boy and I wanted to be
with him, to suck on that cock, lick and fondle his smooth sperm makers, to
see his young cum spurt out and even drink his boy honey.

I had gotten undressed before going in small space so gripped my raging
hard on, imagining the smooth young face pressed against my going, my big
cock being gripped by his soft sensuous lips.

"Have you ever, like, had your dick sucked London," Toshi asked,
tentativeness in his still high pitched voice. The boy was taking a pretty
big leap asking his employer that question but considering the state they
were in, it was a safe bet regardless. As he asked the question the boy had
taken hold of his cock and stroked it a couple times, the upward motion
causing his balls to rise up and precum to ooze out of his nippled
foreskin. He put the finger of his other hand down to poke at the sticky
liquid, causing a silver strand of the stuff to cling to each surface
connecting the two when he pulled his finger back a little bit.

London's response was that he had been sucked a couple of times, which was
partially true if one considered a single day and not a lifetime.

"Did you like it, would you like it if I sucked on you?" Toshi appeared
eager to go there and when London nodded his head the boy mumbled, "cool,"
then dropped to his knees in front of my son. I gripped my cock firmly,
squeezed up and down the length of it then stroked it a couple of times,
causing the head to weep a stream of precum that oozed out and hung like a
fishing line from the tip before falling to the floor.

I watched Toshi take hold of London's cock and pull it down then open his
mouth and close it over the swollen pale cock head just as his eyes
closed. Christ all fucking mighty it was hot as hell to see my sweet young
son standing there with his cock in another boys' mouth. The look of
rapture on his face told me that he loved what he was doing. He gently
stroked London's boner as he suckled it and for a minute his other hand
moved up from underneath and played with London's smooth balls. I saw and
heard my son's sharp intake of air as intense feelings rippled up through
his 11 year old body. Then Toshi let go and put both hands on London's butt
and encouraged my son to fuck his mouth. His arms were bent at the elbows
so didn't hinder my view at all. Toshi's cock was almost quivering in the
air, precum leaking copiously from the expose tip. I would have gladly
cleaned it off for him and hoped that, in time that would be the case.

London stole a quick glance my way, smiled and winked, then put his hands
alongside Toshi's head and took over moving his hips. It didn't last long
because London pulled himself back away from Toshi's hungry mouth.

"I wanna do you Toshi," London said when the boy looked up, wondering why
his lolli-cock was taken away. The swapped places and I watched my son take
hold of the uncut cock and skin it back and forth a couple times then lean
forward and began to clean the precum like a mother cat, his tongue snaking
out and cleaning the entire surface. Toshi was looking down at him, almost
in disbelief that he was getting his adolescent dick licked by a beautiful
little preteen. When London finally put his mouth over it and began sucking
it Toshi moaned out loud.

"Oh yeah," he groaned then looked in the mirror so he could see
everything. Toshi's eyes, already narrow because of his race, seemed barely
open. His mouth was open wider than his eyes, his jaw rather slack. Then
his eyes and his mouth both closed and his tongue snaked out to lick at his
lips as his face went through the contortions of pain pleasure caused by
the incredibly intense wave of pleasure that must have been coursing
through his young body. I got the impression that Toshi didn't have a great
deal of experience at interactive sex but I wouldn't have wanted to
speculate on just what his experiences might have been. Regardless, for me,
it was hot as fuck watching my boy service another boy, especially a boy
older and more developed than London. I felt my balls begin to roil as the
feelings of sperming began to build.

"Oh man London I have to cum," Toshi gasped, "I have to cum bad." London
let go and stood up by which time Toshi already had his thumb and finger
gripping the top third of dick and moving in the millennia old activity of
self love. London stood facing him, his fingers similarly in place and
stroking his own rigid flesh. It didn't take very long before Toshi let
London know that he was ready to squirt. Both boys watched Toshi's hand
moving rapidly, his balls jumping around spit on a griddle until all of a
sudden he slowed down, keeping his foreskin off the head of his cock.

"OOohhhhhh," he groaned deeply and a little stream of sperm shot out onto
the mirror. Toshi's eyes closed and he breathed deeply as the second shot
followed the first and hit along side of it leaving a second streak that
immediately began to run. A third bit popped out and landed on the carpet
and at that time London came. My boy still wasn't making much sperm so all
he really got were a couple of droplets and was pretty much done while
Toshi's cock was still oozing boy nectar. After the first 3 shots he
allowed his foreskin to go back to sliding back and forth over his
sensitive cock head, creating even more intense post sperming feelings.

My own orgasm had occurred right at Toshi's 3rd squirt and shot out onto my
side of the mirror, leaving many more and much longer, streaks of white. By
the time I was finished both boys just stood there looking in the mirror,
their cock sticking in the air and one hand fondling their balls. That was
always strange to me; that guy would do that after cumming, fondling and
play with their nuts. I mean, I know I did, London did, and so did the few
boys that I'd been with over the years. I guess we needed to do something
with our parts during the afterglow and that seemed to be the thing to do.

"Gosh I'm sorry I squirted all over your mirror London," the Asian boy
said.

"It's okay, cum cleans up okay." With that, London walked through into his
bathroom and came back with toilet paper that he used to clean of Toshi's
sperm. When he went back to the bathroom to deposit the paper Toshi went
behind him stating that he needed to piss. I followed them, albeit on my
side of the wall and watched through the wall mounted mirror above the sink
in London's room as the Asian boy drained his main vein into the toilet
bowl while London watched on. When he was done the boys went back into the
closet and began getting dressed.

"That was fun Toshi, wanna do more stuff together?" The Asian boy nodded
his head and smiled as he pulled on his jeans.

"Yeah I liked it too and yeah, I'd love to do more stuff with you
London. He finished dressing, sitting on the floor to put on shoes and
socks.

"Umm, can I ask you a sort of personal question London?" My said sure,
Toshi could ask him anything he wanted to. "Umm well, I don't want it to
sound weird or anything and ya gotta promise not to say anything." Clearly
the entire concept of London being, for all practical purposes, Toshi's
boss and benefactor seem to elude the youngster.

"Well, it's about your dad." Well then, I gotta say that the hair on the
back of neck went straight out and my ears turned into radar. The boy had
London's full attention as well but so busy was he with trying to get his
shoes tied he didn't see London look right at the mirror.

"What about him," my son asked and I could tell by his voice that he was
working at sounding casual.

"Well, he's kind of hot looking and..." he paused then clearly looked
embarrassed. "Well, have you ever, I mean... it looks like he's a really
big cock. So, is it big?" London relaxed visibly, as did I.

"Yeah, I've seen it and yeah, it's pretty big."

"That's cool." London didn't say anything and neither did Toshi. Finally
London said,

"Why don't you spend the night sometime, I bet you could see it." Toshi
gave London a huge grin then his face clouded over.

"How? I couldn't just ask to look at it and I don't think he'd just offer."

"That's true but we could go swimming, and since we don't have swim suits
my dad and I swim naked. You could swim with us." Toshi seemed to give that
some thought then nodded his head and said that might work.

London looked at the mirror and if he could have seen me he'd have known
that he was looking right at my eyes. He made like he was fixing his hair
as he said, "I can almost promise that it would work.

So, it was that conversation that was running through my head as Toshi and
Kenjiro came toward us, some of the first to arrive for our barbeque. From
15 feet away I saw Toshi's eyes focus on the front of my shorts for about a
3 count then smiled at London who was beside me. At that moment I decided
to take the bull by the horns a little bit and maybe ensure that I got to
spend some quality time with adorable young teen.

London and I both greeted the father and son and I asked the obligatory
questions then moved into my own agenda. "London told me that the boys had
a fun time together the other day Kenjiro," I led off, looking at the man,
then the boy, and back to the man. "I understand that it might seem awkward
for you to have your son spending play time with the Lord of the manor so
to speak. The thing is that London hasn't made any friends since his mother
died and he started his new school. After his time with Toshi," I said,
looking at the boy again, "he seemed more like his old gregarious self."
Granted that was an outright lie but Kenjiro didn't know that.

"I am guessing Toshi," I said looking at him, "that you enjoyed your time
with London as well." The boy looked at London quickly then back at me,
smiled and nodded his head vigorously. After the sex show I watched them
engage in the boys gotten dressed and went outside to play, wandering off
into the woods and doing regular boy things. "I would really appreciate it
Kenjiro if you allowed Toshi to spend time with my son, as much time as he
can, provided that it doesn't interfere with his studies or his duties. I'm
guessing that because you live here on the estate that Toshi doesn't spend
a great deal of time playing with other boys so my thinking is that time
together would be a huge benefit to both of our sons." I glanced again at
the boy who quickly brought his eyes back up from my crotch. "Would you
like that Toshi?"

"Yes master Carter, I did enjoy my afternoon with London and would like
very much to spend time with him. It does get a little lonely at times," He
said, his smooth young face losing some of its vitality for just a moment
but returning to a smile quickly.

"Well then Toshi, you're always welcome in our home." I thanked Kenjiro for
listening, told them both to have a wonderful time and moved on to greet
other arriving guests. I had insisted that in the beginning London and I be
together as we greeted our guests. After things got rolling a little he
could about his own business. Just before we ate London would made a
welcoming speech and then again as thing closed in order that be able to
give the guests their bonuses.

So it was that we were together when we met the families of our
employees. There were more than enough handsome husbands as well as
adorable children and at least a half dozen or more desirable bed
partners. My chef introduced us to 2 of her boys, one a cute 9 year old,
the other a drop dead cute 16 year old. The older boy wore 501's that fit
his slender little ass snugly and outlined what appeared to be a very
edible treasure up front. Among his attributes was closely cropped black
hair with a longer bang that helped highlight huge ice blue eyes, a rarity
of olive skinned people. His grip was soft, his smile big and while boys
his age were on my radar but not necessarily in my dreams, this kid was
just plain fucking hot. Even London commented on it later.

There were a few younger teens as well; some adorably cute 13 year olds,
one of which was a set of twins and another 14 year old. There were a few
that were more ordinary, regular boys, not ugly by any means but not drop
dead cute or beautiful. It was one of the latter that London was in the
pool room with while he was changing.

"Gosh dad you wouldn't believe the size of Devin's cock, I swear it's as
big as yours. He doesn't have a lot of hair either, less than Toshi, but
his balls are smooth and long hanging. I wish I had a hidden camera or
something so I could take pictures. London said that he'd seen my chef's
son Anthony in the showers too and that he had a really incredible body as
well as a nice dick. I'd seen the boy in his suit, a Speedo, and he did
fill it out nicely and yeah, he had a terrific body. "But Anthony's cock
isn't as big as Devin's dad. I swear that boy is huge. It looks unnatural
on his little body." I agreed with London's assessment of Devin as the boy
wasn't much bigger in stature that my son. London was less than 90 pounds
of boy and I doubted that Devin would break 100 fully dressed and soaking
wet. London had gone on to say that, in his opinion, Devin seemed to be
trying to get sneak peeks at my son's dick while they changed clothes and
he wasn't sure but it looked like toward the end the boy was getting a
boner.

London went on to say that the twins, Sean and Brian, looked pretty nice
too. "They got dicks about the size of Toshi, maybe a little more, but they
were cute and London wondered aloud what it would be like bedding twin
boys. I wondered the same thing.

London had given me that information as soon as he got out of the shower so
I immediately began to plan on how I could manage to get some of those
youngsters to spend the night, or the day, with London over some
weekends. Of course that didn't mean they would be willing to play but hey,
it's like the lottery; if you don't buy a ticket you can't ever win.

London's little speech to our guests had gone over quite well. He said he
was very glad that they all came, insisted that if that had problems with
anything, especially having to do with their job or the house, that they
were encouraged to come talk to us about it. He hoped they had a wonderful
day and to enjoy themselves. He said that he had a little surprise for them
when they got toward the end of the afternoon so nobody better leave
early. They laughed politely and went about their day.

Part of the day was spent watching the kids in the pool, playing around and
being kids. There were girls there too, don't get me wrong, but I didn't
watch girls, I watched boys. One of the things was watching Anthony
dive. Even some of the adults watched the boy do some spectacular things on
the diving board. I found out that he was not only on his high school
diving team; he was rated as one of the best divers in the state for his
age bracket. I wondered briefly about giving him a summer job teaching
London how to dive which might give London a shot of playing sexy with the
boy. Anthony wasn't effeminate necessarily but there was just something
about him that made me wonder.

There were plenty of other things that seemed to go on as well, not the
least of which was the fact that many of the boys swam, changed back into
their clothes, then went back out and swam again. I don't want to think
that they were conspiring by any means, but it seemed as though the
situation created opportunity to be in the changing room together. Maybe
the fact that there was a dryer in there so they could dry their towels and
swim suits helped influence it, I don't know, but that's what went
on. London also said that it was weird that the twins actually washed each
other's back in the shower then dried each other off after they got out.

"They didn't even stop at each others' butt dad but kept right on drying."
I found that incredibly interesting.

As things wound down London called the group together to announce that
there was plenty of food left over and that disposable Tupperware was
available for any one who wanted to take food home. "My dad and I want to
say that we value each and every one of you and we hope that you'll
continue to stay and work for us. As a," and here he stopped to ask me what
the word was then went on. "As a incentive we're giving everyone a 5%
raise." Before he could go on, everyone was clapping and cheering. When it
finally died down London said, "There's more. We have a bonus for each of
you that's based on the number of years that you've worked here. So, when
we call out your name place come up and get your envelope."

Childers stood next to London with a stack of envelopes and called out the
name then handed the envelope to my son to give to each person. They came
up, took their envelope and shook London's hand first and then mine. It
took until about the 4th person to get their envelope before we heard the
first gasp. We had given each employee $500.00 for each year that they had
been employed and since everyone had worked for Aaron for at least 6 years,
well, you can do the math. And it was in cash, not a check, so by the time
it was over the employee's were standing around holding, collectively,
about 200 grand. Give or take. Needless to say there was a great deal of
chatter amongst themselves except for Childers who was all but stunned, a
nice change of pace considering he was like a statue most of the time. I
could understand it since he was holding the fattest envelope at fifteen
thousand dollars. Because it was so much money we'd gotten Federal Reserve
bundles of hundred dollar bills and Childers had gotten 1½ bundles to
himself.

After that people started to gather up their things and head toward their
cars, the weekend staff helping to clean up. I saw London wander off toward
the pool house with Devin but didn't wonder long about what might be going
on because Anthony and his mother came over to thank me for such a
wonderful day. After a few words I asked the boy.

"Say, what do you think about maybe giving London diving lessons this
summer? Heck," I said, stopping him before he could answer, "I might want
to take lessons myself. Of course I'd pay you for your time; what do you
say?" The beautiful young teen was flabbergasted by my suggestion, looked
at his mother who nodded her head, then back to me.

"Sure Mr. Carter; that would be great. When would you like to start?" I
explained that we were leaving for New York the following morning but I'd
give him a call after I got back. The boy was very excited about the
prospect and I could see him sort of huddled up to his mother and talking
to her as they headed to the parking lot.

With most everyone gone, the remaining staff was busy getting things put
away. I looked around and didn't see London and since the last time I had
seen him he was headed down to the pool house with Devin, I headed in that
direction. As I walked I wondered if I'd catch the boys in flagrante
delicto, in the midst of sexual activity of some sort. Actually I was
hoping that would be the case. It wasn't, but it was pretty darn close.

I walked quietly and somewhat slow as I approached the men's side of the
pool house doorway, a curved wall that afforded complete privacy without an
actual door. I could hear voices but judging from the tone I didn't expect
to catch them involved in sexual activity.

"Well you can talk to my dad. Honest Devin, he's really cool and he'll
understand." Well that certainly got my interest. When I entered the large
open room the boys were sitting close to each other on a bench. Devin had
his head down and London was sort of turned sideway to the boy.

"Talk to me about what," I said softly as I approached them. Devin sat bolt
upright as if he'd been shot. His eyes were a little red rimmed as if he'd
been crying and in a 3 count I took him in. As I said, he was a small boy,
short as well as narrow without being skinny. He had dark brown hair, cut
fairly short on the sides and longer on top. He had a cowlick at the front
of his hairline which no amount of gel or combing would ever tame. His ears
were a little large; something that hair worn a little longer could help
down play. His face was smooth and basically blemish free except for a
slight strawberry birthmark underneath his left eye. While he would not
likely ever be considered "cute" he wasn't ugly either. Devin was simply an
ordinary, somewhat plain boy that would fit right in with the millions of
other boys the world over; just another boy.

"Go ahead Devin tell him," London said softly. I moved to sit on the other
side of the boy and put my arm around his shoulder.

"No matter what it is you have to say Devin I want you to understand that
it's alright. You won't get into trouble with me. I won't tell another
soul. Okay?" He nodded his head. His head had returned to a slumped so I
looked at my son who was looking at me with a sort of imploring expression
on his face. London started to say something but I shook my head gently.

"You tell him London," the boy said softly.

"Slowly and gently son," I cautioned.

"Well dad, Devin has some money that grampa Aaron gave him and he wants to
give it back to you. He wanted me to take it and give it to you and say he
found it or something." London stopped and waited for me.

"Okay. Well Devin, if Aaron gave it to you then you should be able to keep
it. I don't see any problem with that." He shook his head slightly.

"I can't Mr. Carter; I don't feel right about taking it. I told Aaron, I
mean Mr. Nussbaum, that but he insisted."

"If he insisted that you keep it, I'm guessing that you earned it, so
perhaps you should keep it."

"But I feel guilty about it. I don't feel like I should keep it." I asked
the boy if he could explain that a little more. "He gave me money for doing
things that I really liked to do anyway, without money, so I don't think I
should keep it.

"How much money are we talking about Devin?" The boy shuffled a little bit,
got his hand into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of twenties and
handed it too me.

"It's almost a thousand dollars Mr. Carter." I was a little shocked but
kept my cool.

"May I ask you Devin what you did for Mr. Nussbaum to earn that much
money?" He paused for a moment, looked at London who nodded his head rather
vigorously and told him to go ahead before he went on.

"I did stuff with him," he said quietly, still looking at some spot between
his rather shoddy tennis shoes. That got my attention because, knowing
Aaron, I knew what "doing stuff" meant. So I asked the boy what he meant.

"I did sexy stuff with him. I let him suck on my thing, my dick. I let him
beat me off, stuff like that." He was quiet for a moment then went
on. "From the very beginning Mr. Nussbaum said I was a special boy. No one
has ever called me special, not even my mom. He paid attention to me, he
listened to what I had to say, he taught me how to swim and dive. Did you
know he was almost an Olympic swimmer? Anyway, I never learned how to swim
cuz my mom could never afford for me to have lessons. I never learned at
school because I never did any PE classes or anything cuz I have flat feet
and when I was little I got hit by a car and my leg never healed right. I
never had any friends cuz I couldn't play sports or other games with other
boys. Mr. Nussbaum was my friend, and he liked me and he did so much stuff
for me so I don't feel right keeping his money."

My heart went out for the kid. Then I felt anger at Aaron for taking
advantage of him for that is what I thought had happened. I found out
differently however when I asked Devin how it happened that he started
doing stuff with Aaron.

The short story was that his mother, who was one of the maids, had brought
Devin to the house one day because he wasn't feeling well and didn't want
him to be home alone. She had Aaron's permission with the promise that
Devin wouldn't be a problem. He had been sitting on one of the benches out
on the terrace when Aaron had come out for his daily swim, something that
he'd done most of his life. Afterwards he talked to the boy and invited him
to use the pool which of course Devin declined and explained why. Aaron
said that was a shame and asked the boy if he'd like to learn which of
course, he did.

The first day that Devin came over for a lesson it was pouring rain and the
boy was highly disappointed but of course Aaron had a solution which was to
use the indoor pool. So, into the basement they went where they spend a
good 2 hours in the pool and low and behold the boy was able to grasp the
concept and actually made it a few feet before sinking. Aaron had praised
him highly. They had to end the lesson because Aaron had business to attend
to and he wasn't willing to allow the boy to be unattended in the
pool. They went into the changing room where Aaron, quite unceremoniously
shed his suit and got into the shower. Devin was a little surprised as well
as shy but Aaron coaxing him the boy eventually removed his suit and joined
Aaron. That was the first time that Aaron said he was a special boy.

The next few times they showered together Aaron were platonic, nothing
happened although Aaron did comment on how nice of a body the boy had,
pointing out that he had a magnificent penis. About their 4th time in the
shower Aaron offered the wash the boys' back and of course Devin let him
and of course Devin started to get hard. He had been embarrassed by it and
didn't want to turn around but Aaron knew what the problem was and
explained that it was perfectly natural for boys or men to react that way
so the boy turned and Aaron saw him harden up for the first time. Devin had
asked Aaron why he wasn't hard if it happened to men too and the old man
said that he hadn't been hard in at least 15 years because that was what
happened to men as they aged. He confided in Devin that he missed holding a
hard cock in his hand at which point the now fully hardened young boy
offered to let Aaron hold his.

Aaron asked if anyone had ever touched him there and the boy shook his
head. The man asked him if he was sure he didn't mind if he touched him and
Devin said no, it was okay. Aaron had grasped the boy and felt up and down
the length of him, praising him for his size and his firmness. He cupped
the boys' balls and praised them as well.

"It felt so good Mr. Carter. Being touched like that made me almost
faint. Nobody had ever touched me before; nobody had ever been as friendly
to me as Mr. Nussbaum either so all those things really made me feel as
special as Mr. Nussbaum said I was."

He had asked Devin if it felt good, Devin said it had, and the man asked if
he would like to feel even better. Devin said yes and Aaron asked if he had
started masturbating yet to which the boy said no, that he didn't even know
what it was. Aaron told him he was in for a big treat so they left the
shower and dried off, Aaron taking the liberty of drying the boy which
Devin said was wonderful. He had Devin sit on the bench between Aaron's
legs and the man put an arm around his thin chest and held him gently while
his other hand held Devin's cock and stroked it.

"I never felt anything like that before Mr. Carter. It was fantastic. When
it started to tickle real bad and I wanted to stop he said to just go with
it and then of course my sperm shot out for the very first time. I really
almost did faint that time but Mr. Nussbaum was holding me so I just
relaxed back against him until it was over.

"How was that special boy," he asked, speaking softly into Devin's ear. "It
was the best thing ever Mr. Nussbaum," Devin had replied. Then he pulled
away and turned then hugged the old man tightly, pushing his cock against
Aaron's body and of course getting the residue of his cum on the old
man. When he pulled away and saw what had happened he said he was very
sorry about it. Aaron had smiled and said, "Don't worry Devin, there is
nothing in the world as wonderful as young boy sperm," then wiped it off
with his finger and put the finger in his mouth.

Aaron invited the boy to come over after school every day for a swim and
every day after swimming they took a shower and then Aaron played with the
boy. He'd jacked him off every day for about a week before asking Devin if
he was ready to try some new stuff that felt even better and we all know
how the boy responded to that. Aaron had Devin lay on the bench then
proceeded to suck his cock.

"When he first put his mouth on my dick it was the best thing yet. He moved
his hand up and down on it when he sucked me and sometimes he would stop
and just play with my balls. The feeling when my sperm shot into his mouth
was better then when he beat me off but I was really embarrassed that I put
my sperm in his mouth." Aaron had told Devin not to worry about it because
he loved drinking a boy's sperm.

Aaron had started giving Devin a couple of twenties every time he did
something with him. Devin had insisted from the first that he didn't want
Aaron's money but Aaron insisted. "It was really hard to refuse Aaron. He
was very sure that he wanted me to have the money and no matter what I said
he kept it up, even putting the money in my pants pocket. Once he told me
that if I didn't take his money he wouldn't feel comfortable having me come
to his house. What could I do? I loved being around him, I loved that he
taught me how to swim and I really loved it when he did sexy things with me
and I didn't want any of that to stop so I kept the money and now I want to
give it back."

"Does your mom know that you have the money Devin?" The boy gave me a
horrified look and shook his head so hard I thought he'd sprain his little
neck.

"Nooooo Mr. Carter, my mom could never know about the money." He looked so
stricken that I assured him that I wasn't going to tell her. "I can't tell
her, and I can't spend the money on things because she'd ask where I got
the stuff. I don't think she would believe me if I told her I didn't do
anything for it that Aaron just gave it me and I didn't want her or anyone
else to know that he was being sexy with me. No, the only thing I can do is
give it back." I thought about it a moment while both boys just looked at
me as if I was going to come up with a way to fix it.

"Well, how about this Devin. How about if I open a bank account for you and
we put the money in there? I can keep the book here so you don't have to
hide if from your mother. Maybe I could even find some work for you around
here and pay you for it and you could actually start putting more money in
the bank." He thought that a bank account was a good idea as long as his
mother didn't find out about it.

"I think there might be another little problem dad," London said. I gave
him a questioning look so he went on. "Well, Devin really liked doing
things with Aaron, sexy things, and now with Aaron gone he doesn't have
anyone." Then to Devin he said, "I kind of told my dad a little about how
you look Devin," London said, nodding toward the boys' groin. "So, well, I
was wondering dad if maybe Devin could, you know, do some stuff with us."

Okay, so now it was out there. Another person knew, or sort of kind of
knew, that my son and I were playing the nasty, although I had no idea what
if anything London had told the boy about us.

"Do you think that you would like that Devin, to play with London and I
like Aaron played with you?" The boy nodded his head with a great deal of
vitality.

"Yes Mr. Carter I would. I don't have any friends, I don't have anybody to
do things with, I don't have anybody to hold me like Aaron did. I miss
that, I miss him. I know that adults aren't supposed to do stuff like that
with boys but I don't care Mr. Carter. I like doing that stuff and I think
I'm old enough to decide who I want to do it with and I promise with all my
heart I would die before I told anybody, honest Mr. Carter."

The young teen said it with as much conviction as anything I'd ever
heard. It was difficult not to take him seriously and not to want to help
him out.

"Maybe you should show my dad why Aaron said you were special Devin,"
London asked. The boy nodded his head and stood up facing me. He quickly
unbuttoned his jeans then hooked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged
both the jeans and his underwear down to his knees then pulled his shirt up
out of the way so that I had a full view of him.

It was absolutely positively stunning. I had never seen anything quite like
it in my life but in all honesty I hadn't seen that many. Hanging gently
from the boys' pubic area was a solid 8½ or 9 inch cock and I would say at
first glance, 9 inches. It looked like a caricature on his diminutive
body. It was moderately thick too, and had a head on it the size of a
baby's closed fist. London had been correct; the boy was bigger than I
was. His balls hung very low, medium sized eggs in a very stretched out
sac. At the base of his baseball bat was a very small patch of dark brown,
almost black hair. There wasn't a lot, but enough that it had begun to curl
and could be considered to be a small patch.

"Do I look okay Mr. Carter?" He wasn't fishing for compliments, he was
serious.

"You are amazing Devin. Aaron was correct; you are a very special boy. I
think that London and I would like very much to be your friends." With that
the boy came right up and gave me a tight hug and I could feel his cock
pushed against my stomach. I held him and patted his back. When he stepped
back he had tears in his eyes.

"Thank you very much Mr. Carter. I'll do my best to be a good boy, a good
friend. But Mr. Carter, please don't give me money."