Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 16:58:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Five M/B Incest

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Chapter Five: "A Lasting Impression"

It was a Wednesday afternoon, when my family arrived at the Blue Crane
Nudist Community.  We'd been invited to pay our final respects to Tom.  Our
good friend who had passed away the previous weekend.  Mark had driven this
time, since I was too upset to even think about driving.  I knew today was
going to be a very emotional day for me and I really wasn't looking forward
it.

I had only known Tom a short time but for some reason I had really been
overwhelmed by the news of his passing.  As Mark parked the car, it took
all I had to hold back my tears.  The five of us slowly got out and Mark
popped open the trunk.  I was the last to get out and I stood there
watching everyone else get undressed.

My Dad and Mark stripped down and then they helped little Alex get naked as
well.  My Nephew Jacob stripped down and put his clothes in the trunk along
with everyone else's.  Then as I got undressed, I noticed a small kids
backpack was in the trunk.  I looked at it curiously, until Jacob picked it
up and put it on his back.

I'd never seen him carry a backpack with him to the Blue Crane, not even
for school.  It was unusual for him but I tried not to think too much of
it.  I put my clothes in the trunk and closed it.  Then the group of us
headed toward the main entrance by the office.

Everyone seemed to outpace me as they made their way inside.  I took my
time and just thought to myself as I walked slowly passed the office.  I
looked over toward the windows and waved to Nancy and she waved me over.  I
really didn't want to talk to her but I pulled myself together and walked
over to the window.

"Hey James."  Nancy said.

"Hi Nancy."  I replied.

"You're here for Tom's wake I assume?"  She asked.

I nodded my head yes and tried not to cry.

"Tom was a great guy.  He talked about you and your Nephew quite often.
You two must have made a big impression on him."  She said.

I smiled, "Kevin said the same thing.  I'm really surprised to be honest.
We only hung out with him a few times..."

Before I could even get the rest of the words out, I lost it and started
crying.  Nancy quickly came around to the door of the office, pushed it
open and rushed over to me.  I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes as she
gave me a big hug and did her best to comfort me.

"Damn it!  I just can't stop crying."  I said.

"It's ok.  It's ok."  She said, "I guess he made a big impression on you as
well."

"More than I can even say."  I replied as I tried to calm back down.

As Nancy and I embraced each other, I looked over and noticed Kevin talking
to the rest of my family by the pool.  He patted my Dad on the back and
then began making his way over to us.  He walked up and put his arm around
me.  Nancy moved aside and stood next to me and the next thing I knew, they
were on either side of me comforting me.

It made me feel very special to know, that in this community that we had
joined not so long ago; we had made really good, caring friends.  It
reminded me that even though Tom was gone.  There were others here who
would eventually fill the void he left behind.  My heart might have felt
like an open wound but there were plenty of good people here to keep me
together through this emotional time.

"Hi Kevin."  I said softly.

"Hey Jimmy.  I see you all made it in one piece."  Kevin said.

"Yeah, everyone but me.  I feel like I'm falling apart."  I said, wiping my
eyes.

"It's alright.  I think we all knew this day was going to be difficult."
Kevin said, "Nancy, do we know what time they plan to start?"

Nancy looked at Kevin and replied, "I think they're planning to begin in
about an hour.  I'm still waiting to hear back from a friend of his.  I was
trying to give him directions over the phone.  I hope he didn't get lost."

Just then the phone in the office rang and Nancy went to answer it.  She
opened the office door and picked up the phone, leaving Kevin and I alone
outside the office.  While she wasn't looking, Kevin lifted my chin and
kissed me on the lips.

"I'm glad you're here."  Kevin said softly.

I smiled and wiped the tears from my eyes.  I kissed him back, just as I
overheard Nancy telling someone more directions over the phone.

"Turn right on Cherry Pick Lane...  Cherry Pick Lane...  Right, make a
right turn.  That will bring you to the main road for the Blue Crane.  You
should see a high fence that runs along the road...  A high fence...  It's
a gated community.  Yes, that's correct.  No you won't need clothes."
Nancy explained, "Ok, we'll see you shortly.  Ok, bye-bye."

Then she hung up the phone and came back to the window of the office.

"I knew I should have learned French when I was in college."  Nancy said.

Kevin and I turned to her and grinned.

"Is Tom's friend French?"  I asked.

"Yup.  He's come here all the way from France for the wake and funeral.
But I think there is more to it than that.  The first time he called, he
asked about the type of apartments here.  I'm not sure what that was all
about."  Nancy said.

"Hmm...  I couldn't tell you.  Tom and I were good friends but I never met
any of his other friends.  Well, besides Frankie I mean."  Kevin said.

"How is Frankie anyway?"  I asked.

"He's alright.  Him and his wife are down by the lake doing face-painting
with the kids.  Mrs. Simmons canceled school for the day and so a bunch of
the parents have their kids down by the lake, trying to keep their spirits
up on such an emotional day."  Kevin replied.

"Oh wow, that sounds fun."  I said.

"It usually is.  They often have a get-together like that for the kids when
school is out during the summer."  Kevin said.

"I bet Alex and Jacob would enjoy that."  I said.

I looked around expecting to find the rest of my family standing by the
pool but they weren't anywhere in sight.

"Speaking of Alex and Jacob...  Where'd everyone go?"  I asked as I looked
around.

Nancy chuckled and then replied, "They've headed off toward the lake
already I think."

I rolled my eyes and Kevin patted me on the back.

"Come on, let's go join them.  It will take your mind off of things for a
bit."  Kevin said.

"You two have fun.  Oh and tell John I want to talk to him when he has a
minute."  Nancy said as me and Kevin started to walk away.

"Ok, I'll let him know."  I said.

Kevin and I walked passed the pool and I tried my best not to even look at
it.  After all, it was the first place I had met Tom and I didn't want to
get over-emotional again so soon.  So we rushed by the pool and made our
way out to the lake.  As we stepped off of the concrete and onto the sand,
Kevin reached over and took my hand.

He held my hand all the way to the lake.  I was surprised that he'd be so
open about showing me affection in public.  It was nice though and made me
feel loved and appreciated.  It was nice to have another guy to hold my
hand like that.  Especially someone like Kevin.  Who could be so gentle and
kind, while also lustfully dominate and sexual.  He had an energy about him
that I really enjoyed being in the presence of.

Soon we finally arrived at the lakeside and found that there were dozens of
people gathered there.  As we walked onto the wooden pathway which lead
around the lake, Kevin and I stopped and looked for the rest of our group.
It took us a minute to finally spot Jacob and Alex playing in the water
with a bunch of other kids.

They looked like they were having a great time.  It was really nice to see
Alex and Jacob just being themselves and having fun.  They were splashing
each other, smiling and laughing.  It made me feel good to see that they
were becoming good friends.

Then I spotted Mark and My Dad.  Who were standing under a large tent.
Where the members had setup a face-painting booth and some other stuff.
They were standing next to Frankie and a women that I assumed was his wife.
Kevin and I decided to wander over and say hello to them.  We stepped under
the shade of the tent and Frankie turned around to greet us.

"Hey there James."  Frankie said.

"Hi Frankie."  I replied as I walked up and hugged him.

He hugged me tight and then picked up a tray of colored finger-paints.  As
he stood there holding the tray of paint, I noticed it looked like he'd
grown his white beard out even more since the last time I'd see him.  That,
along with his big belly, really made him look a lot like Santa Claus.  I
couldn't help but smile to myself.

"You want me to paint your face?"  Frankie asked, "I promise not to poke
you in the eye.  Haha."

"Awe, no thanks.  But I bet Mark would love to have his face painted."  I
said with a grin.

Mark looked at me and stuck out his tongue at me.

"Careful, I'll paint that too.  Haha."  Frankie said laughing, "So what do
you say?  Can I make you look like a Tiger or maybe a Lion?  Rawr..."

Mark looked nervous as he stood there considering it.

"Someone better let him paint their face soon, before he starts wanting to
paint other parts of their bodies."  Frankie's wife said.

"Oh, then maybe I should wait..."  Mark said and everyone looked at him
with wide eyes, "Or maybe not."

Mark sat down in the lawn chair they had setup and I could tell he was a
little embarrassed.  It was cute to see my Brother in a situation where he
didn't know what to say.  Frankie knelt down and asked, "So what will it
be?"

"Um, a Tiger I guess."  Mark replied.

Frankie smiled as he knelt down next to Mark and began applying paint to
his face.  It made me smile to watch him get his face painted.  Me and
Kevin watched as Frankie painted my Brother up and I could see my Dad was
enjoying it as well.  It was really nice to be out of the house and around
such nice people.

There were so many people out by the lake, that I had never even seen
before.  As I looked around at all the members having a good time, I
thought I noticed someone in the distance watching us.  They appeared to be
staring directly at me.  But in the glare of the sun, I couldn't tell who
they were.

From where we were I couldn't get a good look at them.  But for some reason
I felt compelled to get a better look.  I stepped out from under the tent
and made my way to where the person was standing.  It was only a dozen or
so yards away and I quickly found myself standing there where they had been
all alone.

I looked around and couldn't see anyone else around, except for the people
down by the lake.  I slowly turned around and looked back toward the lake,
at all the people having a good time.  When suddenly, I felt someone tap me
on the shoulder.  I turned back around quickly but no one was there.  I
must have spent a good five minutes, just standing there looking around
like an idiot.

Strangely, the more I stood there, the more I thought I heard music
playing.  I listened closely and it wasn't coming from the people down by
the lake.  I turned around and faced away from the lake and the music
seemed to get louder.  It was in the distance but it was clearly there.  As
I focused my attention on the music, I noticed I was looking in the
direction of the mens only gazebo.



As I stared, I suddenly thought I saw a figure appear in the distance.  I
knew my eyes had to be playing tricks on me at this point.  Because as I
stared, the shape of the figure looked a lot like my friend Tom.  I rubbed
my eyes and stared again, only to find the figure was gone.  I shook my
head and thought I must have been seeing things.  So I turned around and
started to walk back to the others down by the lake.

I only made it a few feet before I felt someone tap me on the shoulder
again.  I stopped and turned around quickly again.  Only to find no one was
there.  I was about to turn back around again and return to the lake, when
I noticed the music seemed to become even louder all of a sudden.  I
couldn't quite make out the song.  But it sounded very familiar.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.  My mind had to be playing tricks
on me, I thought to myself.  But I decided I was going to go and have a
look around by the gazebo.  I started walking and soon found myself amongst
the tall grass and bushes of the sandy dirt path.  The more I walked, the
more I had a sense that someone was watching me.

As I walked along the path, I could hear the bushes rustling and I
quickened my pace.  I made my way down the path in a hurry and arrived at
the gazebo.  I walked up the steps, to find a radio had been left on and
was playing some classical music.  I looked around but there was no one to
be found.  I turned off the radio and sat down at the picnic table in the
middle of the gazebo.

The area was silent and still as I sat there alone.  There wasn't even a
breeze blowing.  It was perfectly quiet.  As I sat there, I thought back to
the first day that Tom had invited me and Jacob out to the gazebo.  I
thought about the fun times we had with Tom, Frankie and Kevin.  The more I
thought about it the more I felt sad and the sadder I felt the quieter the
place seemed.

Until suddenly, I heard a noise from the outbuilding behind the gazebo.  It
startled me and I sat up straight.  I could feel the hair on the back of my
neck stand up on end.  Then again, I heard the noise, only this time I
stood up and walked over to the door of the outbuilding.

I wasn't sure what I was going to find as I stood there at the door.  But I
wanted to set my mind as ease.  I pushed open the door and to my surprise,
in the darkness of the little room was a boy.  He was naked and laying on
the little bed in the room all alone.

"Ahh!"  He yelled.

"Holy crap!"  I yelled.

He sat up and grabbed hold of a satchel that was laying on the bed and ran
for the door.  I didn't know this boy but I recognized the satchel.  As the
kid tried to run passed me, I grabbed the satchel but he was holding it
tight.  He wouldn't let go and instead came to a sudden stop in the
doorway.

"Hey, that's mine.  Let go."  The boy said.

"This isn't yours.  Where did you get it?"  I asked.

"My friend Tom gave it to me."  He replied.

My heart started racing as I heard his answer.  I looked down at him and my
eyes grew wide.

"Tom?  You know, Tom?"  I asked.

"He's my friend.  I met him today."  He replied.

I couldn't believe my ears.  There was no way that was possible.  Tom had
been dead for several days.  As I stood there holding the satchel in my
hand and the boy attached to it looking up at me from the floor, I glanced
inside the satchel.  There inside I found Tom's flashlight and deck of
playing cards but the bottle of lube was missing.

I knelt down next to the boy and looked over.  It was then I noticed the
bottle of lube laying on the bed.  I put my arm around the boy to keep him
from running and I let go of the satchel.  He held the satchel tight in his
arms against his chest and stood there nervously.

"If that's your satchel, that must also be your lube."  I said pointing to
the bottle of lube on the bed.

The boy looked back at the bed and his little face turned red.  He slowly
walked over and picked up the bottle of lube, he'd forgotten and placed it
back in the satchel.  As I knelt there watching him, I couldn't help but
admire his little body.  He was so cute and innocent looking.

He stood there in the room, by the bed, his tiny little cocklet hanging
there between his legs as he held the satchel in his arms.  I moved closer
to him and reached up.  He clenched the satchel tighter.  Only to discover
that I wasn't reaching for the satchel.  My fingers took hold of his tiny
cocklet and he gasped.

"Ohh!"  He gasped.

"What's a little boy like you need with lube, hmm?"  I asked.

He stood there innocently as I fondled him gently.  He was so smooth and
felt wonderful in my fingers.  Then I cupped his tiny balls in my hand and
massaged them.  My fingers explored underneath him as I held his tiny
package and to my surprise, he had lube between his butt cheeks.

I eased my finger through the lube and found his tiny puckered hole.  I
rubbed my finger over it and he shivered.

"Ohhmmmm."  He moaned.

"Mmmm.  You like to play with your butt hole, huh?"  I asked.

"Sometimes..."  He replied innocently.

I smiled at him and gently pushed my finger against his hole.  He stood
still and let my finger slip up inside him.

"Ohh!"  He gasped.

His tiny hole was so tight but very well lubed.  It felt amazing around my
finger as I eased it deeper inside him.  His little body shivered as I
slowly worked my finger in and out of his tiny hole.  As I knelt there
before this little boy, with my finger up his tiny hole, I couldn't help
but wonder how he'd obtained Tom's satchel.

Surely his story would make about as much sense as mine, for why I had
walked all the way out to the gazebo.  There was something unusual and
special about this little boy.  We couldn't have met merely by chance.
Could Tom have brought us both together, I asked myself.  I wasn't sure but
I knew this little boy was here in the 'love shack' and clearly enjoyed his
little hole to fingered.

As I gently fingered him, I noticed his tiny cocklet had become fully erect
and the 2-1/2" length pointed straight out.  I slowly eased my finger from
his hole and rubbed his tiny cocklet again.  I looked at him and smiled as
I fondled him.

"I'm Tom's friend too.  My name's James.  What's yours?"  I asked.

"I'm Damien."  Damien replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Damien.  How old are you?"  I asked.

"I'm 8."  He replied.

"Mmmm.  You're very young to be out here all alone.  You know this is the
area where only men are allowed to be don't you?"  I asked.

"Yeah...  But Tom said a nice man would find me here."  He replied.

"Well, I'm a nice man and it looks like I found you."  I said smiling.

Damien smiled at me as I continued to fondle him.  Then he gently set the
satchel on the bed.  I admired his beautiful little body as he stood there
letting me fondle him.

"You like how this feels?"  I asked.

"MmHmm.  It feels like love."  He replied.

"What do you know about love, hmm?"  I asked smiling.

"Love is what men and boys do in the books my Uncle has under his bed."
Damien replied.

"Oh really?  Mmmmm."  I asked.

"Yup, the boys and men are in love and the men let the boys give them
special love kisses, you know, down there."  He replied.

I was surprised to hear him speak so boldly and openly.  I wasn't sure how
experienced he was or if his Uncle had done anything with him yet.  But I
was curious to find out.  The more I stroked his tiny cocklet, I could feel
my own cock growing hard.

"I love when boys give me special love kisses."  I said with a grin.

"Can I?"  He asked innocently.

"You really want to don't you.  Mmmmm."  I said.

"I want a man's love so much."  He said.

I smiled at him and stood up.  My 8" cut cock was growing harder by the
minute as I got to know the boy.  He looked at my cock and his eyes lit up.

"It's so big!  Just like in the books."  Damien said.

I stroked my cock for him and he stared at it.  Then he reached over and
took it in his hands.  I wasn't going to tell him he couldn't.  I let him
feel it as much as he wanted.  His little hands felt so good on me.  He
stroked me slowly and then leaned in close.  He gently kissed the head of
my cock and looked up at me.

He had the cutest little smile as he at me.  I stood still and watched him
as he kissed the head of my cock again and then began licking it.  His
little tongue licked the head over and over, as if he was licking an ice
cream cone.  Then he opened his mouth and took the head inside.

"Mmmmmmm!"  I moaned.

He put both his hands on my shaft and eagerly began sucking me.  He stroked
me as he sucked and seemed to be really enjoying himself a lot.

"You're a good kisser.  Mmmmmmm."  I said.

"Thank you. Hehe."  He replied giggling between sucks and licks.

I put my hand on his head and felt his soft dark brown hair as he continued
to suck my cock.  He must have sucked me a good 10mins or so before I
started to feel my balls begin to tighten.  I gently began to thrust my
hips to meet his sucking.

"Mmmm!  I'm gonna cum."  I said.

Damien didn't even slow down.  He happily continued to suck me until I
finally began to cum in his mouth.  I felt my hot load of seed shoot into
his little mouth and he gagged on it just a little bit but he kept sucking
and swallowed every hot drop.  As my cock slowly started to go soft, he
took it out of his little mouth and looked up at me again.  He licked his
lips and smiled.

"That was the best special kiss I've had in a long time."  I said softly.

He smiled from ear to ear.  I could tell he was proud of himself.  I knelt
down in front of him, leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  I could taste
my cum on his tongue as I kissed him deeply.  Then I smiled at him.

"I know some other men who would love to get kisses from you."  I said.

"Really?"  He asked, "Can I meet them?"

"You sure can."  I said as I stood up and he reached over and picked up the
satchel.

I held Damien's hand and together we walked we walked out of the
outbuilding, through the gazebo and back onto the sandy dirt path.  As we
walked, I felt as though someone was watching us.  We took a few more steps
and suddenly classical music started to play.  I turned around in surprise
and looked back at the gazebo.  I don't know if what I saw next was real or
not but sitting at the picnic table I saw Tom.  He had his hand on top of
the radio and was looking right at me.

I stared at him and couldn't believe my eyes.  I just couldn't believe he
was really there.  But if I needed any proof, I looked down at Damien and
noticed he was staring at Tom as well.  Damien lifted his hand and waved
goodbye.  I don't know why but I couldn't help but do the same.

"Goodbye Tom."  Damien said as we both waved.

I watched as Tom smiled and waved goodbye to us.  He looked happy and I
felt his happiness wash over me.  As we walked away, I no longer felt sad.
I felt as though perhaps Tom wanted to leave one more lasting impression on
us.

Then, just as suddenly as the music had began, it ended.  In that same
moment, Tom disappeared.  I looked at Damien and the two of us just smiled
at each other.  We turned around and continued our long walk back to the
lake.

We eventually arrived at the lakefront, just as Kevin came rushing over to
us.  He looked worried and concerned as he approached us.

"Where the hell have you been?  I've been looking all over for you."  Kevin
said.

"I was saying goodbye to a friend."  I said.

Kevin looked at me confused and then looked down at the boy by my side.

"Who's this?"  Kevin asked.

I let go of Damien's hand, reached down, picked him up and held him in my
arms.

"This is Damien.  He's Tom's friend."  I replied.

As I held the boy in my arms, he placed his satchel in front of him and
held it close.  I know Kevin must have recognized the satchel as well.  He
stared at it for a moment and then looked at me with a very confused
expression.  It looked like he didn't know what to say at that point.  He
just walked closer and put his arms around us.  The three of us embraced
each other for a few moments and then Kevin started to take a step back.

As he moved back, I saw him wipe tears from his eyes.  I was surprised to
see him shed a tear.  I leaned in and kissed him before he could step back.
As we kissed, Damien giggled at us.

"Hehe."  Damien giggled.

We finished kissing and then Kevin reached over and tickled Damien's tummy.

"What you giggling about, huh?"  Kevin asked playfully as he ticked Damien.

"Haha!  Hehe!"  Damien giggled and laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh.  Then Kevin leaned over and kissed Damien on the
nose.  The boy smiled and Kevin rubbed his little tummy a bit more, before
moving his hand away.

"So, have they started yet?"  I asked.

"Yeah, they were just getting started a moment ago.  Come on, I'll show you
where it's at."  Kevin replied.

We followed Kevin as he lead us to a large building near the apartments.
We entered the building through a set of double doors and I set Damien back
down, just inside.  He stood beside me as I walked over to rejoin my
family.  The room was full of people standing around talking softly and
mingling. Jacob and Alex walked over to meet Damien and the three of them
wandered off to the back of the room together.

My Dad and Mark gave me a hug and then Kevin and I walked to the front of
the room, where Tom's casket was on display.  I stood beside it and looked
down at Tom's body.  Kevin looked at me and I could tell he was just
waiting for me to start crying my eyes out.  But I didn't feel like crying
now.  I looked at Tom and I knew he was at peace.

I leaned down and kissed Tom's forehead softly.

"I'll never forget you, Tom.  Thanks for being my friend."  I whispered
softly.

Kevin put his arm around me and then from between us, I felt my Nephew
squeeze his way through.  Kevin and I separated as Jacob moved in between
us.

"Jacob..."  I said discreetly.

We looked down at him as he pulled his backpack off his back and unzipped
it.  Then he reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of his
underwear.  He took a look around, as if he was trying to be sneaky and
reached his hand inside the casket.

Kevin and I stepped closer to block anyone's view as Jacob placed his
underwear inside the casket next to Tom's waist.  He tucked it down inside
and then looked up at me and Kevin.

"He'd want those."  Jacob said with a little smile.

Kevin and I looked at each other and just smiled.  My Nephew's gesture was
too cute and we both knew Jacob was probably right.  His gesture of love
was very simple and yet so perfect coming from him.  I reached down and
rustled his hair and then he slipped back between us and returned to the
back of the room.

We turned around and looked at all the people gathered to pay their final
respects to our friend.  It was very moving and incredible to think that
this one single person had made such a big impression on all of us.  As we
looked around and started to make our way over to mingle with the crowd, a
man came walking into the room, through the large double doors.

Kevin and I both looked at him and he didn't look familiar to either of us.
He looked to be in his mid 50's or so.  With dark tan skin and lots of body
hair.  He was wearing a French flag wrapped around his waist and was
looking around at everyone, as if he was looking for someone in particular.
He was a fairly tall man and had big, soulful eyes.  There was something
about him that just stood out and I couldn't stop watching him.

He eventually looked towards us and locked eyes on Kevin.  He rushed over
and gave Kevin a big hug.  Kevin and I looked at each other in surprise.
Then the man kissed Kevin's cheeks and shook his hand.

"Well, um, hello."  Kevin said.

"Bonjour!  Bonjour!"  The man said, "I am Olivier."

The man's French accent immediately reminded me of what Nancy had said
earlier.  So I was pretty sure Olivier was Tom's friend, that she had been
talking to on the phone.

"Hi Olivier.  I'm..."  Kevin said trying to introduce himself.

"You are Kevin, yes?"  Olivier asked.

Kevin's eyes widened and he replied, "Yeah, that's me.  I'm sorry, do I
know you?"

"I am Tom's, how you say, old lover."  Olivier replied.

"Oh, wow.  Well, you have my condolences on the loss of your Lover.  He was
my best friend."  Kevin said.

"Yes, it is very sad.  Tom wrote me and told me of you.  His best friend
Kevin.  He wrote and told me you could show me my new home."  Olivier said.

"Your new home?"  Kevin asked.

Just then, Nancy came walking up to us from out of the crowd.  She walked
over to us and looked a little bewildered.

"Hi Nancy."  I said.

"Hey James, Kevin.  I see you've both met our newest resident."  She said.

"That's what he was just telling us."  Kevin said, "What's that all about?"

"I just read the notarized letter Olivier brought with him.  Apparently,
Tom deeded the ownership of his apartment to him a few months ago."  Nancy
explained.

"Yes, I come here to live now." Olivier said.

Me and Kevin looked at each other in shock as we heard the news.  Olivier
walked over to view Tom's body as Nancy looked at the two of us.

"I didn't know Tom had a ex-lover..."  Kevin said.

"I didn't either."  She said, "But according to his letter, you've been
entrusted to show him around the place and help him with what you can."

"Me?"  Kevin asked.

"Yup.  I'm not sure if I should congratulate you yet or not."  Nancy said
with a smirk.

I looked over at Olivier as he unwrapped the flag from around his waist,
folded it and placed it in the casket.  Then he turned around, revealing
his cock to the crowd.  It was a nice long cock with thick pubes, I
couldn't help but stare.  Even though we were all nudist, it still felt
like some sort of privilege to see him reveal himself like that.

"Someone's gonna have their hands full...  And maybe a few other things I
think."  I said to Kevin with a wink.

He looked at me, shook his head and rolled his eyes.  I started laughing as
I put my arm around him.

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