Would You Take My Son
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This story is about the day to day activities of two adults and two children that form a family. It includes bisexual, cross generational, and young friends sexual exploits. If it were published as a paperback, it would have around 500 pages. If you are just entering this story, you may want to start at chapter 1: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/would-you-take-my-son/would-you-take-my-son-1.html
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This story is written and copyrighted by The_Curmudgeon@Yahoo.com
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Chapter 17, New Business – New School
Walking home after the desert wine with our arms full of bedding, I asked Karen what she thought about the construction business.
"I don't know anything about it..."
"Oh yes you DO! You're doing a wonderful job decorating this place and in record short time, I might add. Sorry, I interrupted. You were saying?"
"I was saying, I don't know anything about it, but it seems like there is going to be a lot of it going on around Orange County at least for the foreseeable future."
"I'm very impressed with Steve and his company. He hasn't expanded because of a lack of capital. I was thinking maybe we should provide that capital and help him expand. Maybe even join him and become a business partner."
"But we don't know anything about construction."
"You're learning interior design, I know business operations and I can learn the business side of construction."
"Wouldn't that be risky?"
"Higher risk equals higher reward."
"I know a lawyer that works in business development, should I call him?
"Why are you asking me?
"It's our money we'd be investing."
"Call him."
We got home, made the king bed and we all pilled in and were asleep in minutes.
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On our third day as residents of Laguna Beach we awoke to the soft sounds of the surf 75 feet below our bedroom window. From our bed we could see out for what seemed like a hundred miles in a cloudless sky. We could see several cargo ships anchored on the horizon waiting their turns in the ports of Long Beach and LA.
Today was Donny's interview and testing at Oxford Hall Academy. Donny and I were to be there at 10 for the orientation.
At 10 AM, there were 4 children with their parent(s) sitting around a conference table.
The school principal, Mr. Jules Obershire entered and stood at the head of the table. "Welcome to Oxford Hall Academy for your interviews and testing. We aren't sure if any of you will be accepted today, but that's what we're here to find out. In a couple minutes interviewers will take each of your children in to begin the process. They will be here till exactly 5 PM. You will be informed of our decision before you leave today.
Four interviewers entered and each called for a child to follow them.
Parents wished their children good luck when called. I told Donny to have a good time and do your best, when his name was called. He didn't need luck. My friend from the Y was one of the interviewers.
Mr. Obershire continued his orientation. "Each child will be interviewed multiple times by different instructors with expertise in different fields; basic reasoning, learning ability, and etcetera. They will be taking aptitude tests and knowledge tests. They will be subjected to stressful testing to see how they handle it. They will be given a healthy lunch at 11:30, but please do not ask to see your child before the end of the day unless you wish to withdraw them from consideration.
"There are no grade levels here. Each student will progress through educational material at their own pace and progressing through all the various subjects. For instance, a student may be working at freshman level English and senior level chemistry.
"There is also no passing or failing grading system here unlike the normal schools to which you are accustomed. There are, in fact, no grades at all. You have a question Mrs. Hallston?
"Yes, thank you. If there are no passing or failing grades, how do they apply for college entry?
"Yes, of course, this is a common question. We will inform you and your child when they are ready to graduate from Oxford Hall Academy. There are two levels of completion, graduate and graduate with honors. `Oxford Hall Academy graduate' is a guarantee of acceptance and full academic scholarship to any college or university in the United States. The additional words `with honors,' guarantees them acceptance and full academic scholarship to any University in the world. Based on that criteria, you tell us where they are to attend and we take care of the rest.
"Are there any more questions?
My mind had just been blown. I had no idea the value of this school. I now doubted myself and Donny for even attempting to get in here.
There were no questions and Mr. Obershire dismissed us like he was dismissing his students. He told us to return at 4:30 to this room.
It was only 10:30 AM. I had 6 hours to wait. I had several empty cardboard boxes in the back of the suburban and decided to drive to Los Altos and take another pass at removing personal items before we turned over our houses to the new residents.
First, I went next door to visit George and Martha. Then I went down the street and visited with Pastor Jim. We discussed the ceremony and coordinated some of the wording. We didn't want a secular service and he was fine with that. He told me I wouldn't go to hell, at least for that reason. I promised him another visit by all four of us in the next week.
I went next door to Jenifer's old house. I went through the garage and then the house. I opened every drawer and cupboard, every closet, and even the attic where I found several things Karen had missed.
I went to my house. First item I packed was the video of the baby's birth, than the rest of the VCR tapes. Checked all the same places I did at Jenifer's and filled a couple boxes. The garage yielded a couple more. The two bicycles went last. I was ready to go by 1:30.
I decided to take a chance and call the YMCA donor that was the business development lawyer. His secretary asked for my name and I gave her the YMCA volunteer angle. He agreed to see me at 2.
His office was 5 minutes away. I picked up a quick lunch and ate in the car in his parking lot. At 2, I walked into the Law Office of Tommy Patterson.
Tommy greeted me like an old friend telling me the Y was sorry I moved away and had to retire from volunteering. We sat and I told my story about buying a home and being impressed with the builder and his small company, his need for capital, and my ability to provide the capital. I left out the part about where it came from. He asked how much I would be able to provide. I told him my balance was somewhere over $13 million.
He asked questions and answered as best I could for half an hour. His recommendation was a corporation. For $1 million I would get 50% ownership. I could loan the company additional money as required for acquisitions but to limit that to $5 million, but that would be paid back fairly quickly with interest. My investment would be used for acquisitions, crew expansion, capital equipment, etc.
I asked how all this should take place.
"I work normally on a yearly retainer which for you will be $12,000. I will bill against the retainer until it is gone and you can pay from invoices after that.
He gave me two copies of a preliminary agreement to share with Steve. I will draw up the formal corporation agreement with all the blanks filled in, and we can get together with Steve next Monday maybe?
"Perfect what time would you like us?"
"Say 10 AM."
I wrote a check for the retainer.
We stood, I gave him the check, we shook hands and I walked out. "I have a lawyer." I said out loud to myself.
It was 3 PM, so I headed back to Oxford Hall. I didn't want to be late. It took an hour and 10 minutes to get there. I went to the conference room and waited. I was the last parent to arrive. The children walked in at 4:40 and Donny sat next to me.
At 4:45, one of the interviewers opened the side door. Mr. Hallston, please bring your parent and come with me. The door closed behind them.
Another of the interviewers came in the main door and called: "Miss. Swanson, would you and your parent please come this way. Miss. Swanson gave us a smug look as she strutted from the room.
That left two children and their parents sitting in the room, waiting.
Precisely at 5 PM, Principal Jules Obershire that started off the orientation reentered the room standing at the head of the table.
Welcome to Oxford Hall Academy. These are your welcome packets. Mr. McKinney, I understand you are a local resident and will be commuting to school each day. And Mr. Ashley, you will be joining us in our resident's hall. Please read your welcome packet thoroughly. Your class schedule customized by today's activity is in there and your first day of class will be September 8th. Each of you has been assigned a counselor and their names and phone numbers are in your packets. If you have questions before the 8th, you may call them. Mr. Ashley you can report to the resident hall any time Sunday September 5th through the 7th. Mr. McKinney, I understand you recently moved and have updated information for our office. Please see them on your way out.
The checks you wrote with your applications will now be processed.
If there are no more questions at the moment, have a wonderful rest of your summer and we'll see you in a few weeks.
I sat there stunned for a moment. We made it. No, Donny made it. I was so proud of him. I knew he was smart.
We stopped at the office to update our address and phone numbers. As we walked to the car I suddenly bent over and hugged Donny. I picked him up and swung him around. "You made it!" I exclaimed.
"Dad?! What? It's just a school. What's the big deal?"
I thought to myself, Oh my little boy. You have no idea how big a deal this is. Your whole future is ahead of you, and you just assured that you're coming out on top.
"Nothing son, let's go home." How do you celebrate something this big, this life changing?
When you're 13, you get ice cream. We stopped at Baskin Robbins on the way home. Then we stopped at Jenifer's hotel to check her out of her room.
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We pulled up in front of our new home and the gate was closed. I pressed the buttons keying in my passcode and the gate swung open. I pressed another button and the garage door rose. Donny and I unloaded the bicycles and the boxes into the garage. We went inside and closed the garage door.
Oh, good you're home. I need detergent. I want to return the sheets Susan loaned us and we don't have any. I, Superman came to the rescue and produced her brand of detergent and softener from one of the boxes in the garage that we unloaded moments ago.
She took them and headed to the laundry room downstairs.
I looked at Donny. "She didn't even ask. You think she forgot?"
"Mom's been pretty busy. You see all the new boxes that arrived today?"
I hadn't noticed, but he was right. There were new empty boxes all over the living room. And there were rugs. Just about every room had at least one new rug.
Donny went out on the pool deck took off his clothes and jumped in.
I went to the laundry room to tell Jen about the lawyer visit. I explained the corporation agreement and the investment amount and the meeting Monday at 10 if Steve agreed to the proposal. I told he the house was looking very nice. The rugs really were beautiful and helped quiet the house. She told me everything that had been ordered was delivered, anything additional would need to be purchased.
I told her of my visit to Pastor Jim and that he wanted another visit next week and my visit to George and Martha and a second pass through our old houses taking more stuff including several boxes from her attic. She suggested we needed to have George and Martha come to dinner and see the new house. I agreed.
I asked if she wanted me to break down all the new boxes that arrived today. And she said that would be nice.
As I turned to leave, I said, "Oh, and Donny had his interview at Oxford Hall Academy today.
Her response to that was, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that, how did it go?"
"There were 4 children interviewed today. Donny and one other boy were accepted. When he graduates, he gets a full academic scholarship to any college or university in the United States."
"What!?"
I nodded, "Yup, wherever he wants. And if he graduates with honors, it's any college in the world."
She was as stunned as I was in the conference room when I found out.
"You've worked really hard today. Let's go out for a really nice dinner to celebrate."
"Ok, give me some time to finish up Susan's laundry, I want to return it."
I went back to the living room and pulled the naked ones in from the pool to help break down boxes. We had it done and into the garage if 15 minutes. I told them to get dressed as we were going to dinner.
The gate buzzer came to life startling us and I answered. It was the tux shop delivering our modified tuxedos.
Jenifer looked around, "Nice job. Did you get the ones upstairs too?"
"Oops, we never looked. We'll get those after dinner. Let's go. We stayed away from downtown and the Sawdust Festival crowd instead going south to Laguna Nigel. We found a seafood place on the beach side of Pacific Coase Hwy and turned in. The lot was maybe ¾ full, but then it was a Wednesday night.
We had clam chowder, lobster, crab, and salmon, the menu was fantastic and the food even better.
Over dinner I could see that Jenifer was tired. I suggested that we should get a cleaning service to keep the place clean. Jenifer took offence to that, "What, you don't think I can do it?
"No honey. It's not that I don't think you can do it. It's that you don't have to do it. She relented her defensive state a bit and said, "It is a big house, I guess we could use some help. We decided that a 4 person crew, once a week for 4 hours would work best for us without having someone underfoot too much. Jenifer volunteered to find a company we could hire.
We decided to make a list of "things" the house still needed. By the end of dinner the list contained office furniture, front door clothes rack, pool deck chest of drawers, pool toy box, wall art, a full pantry, office supplies, game room equipment, theater library, and a surfboard.
"What's a theater library?"
"It's all your favorite movies. I need a list from each of you. Then Mike's going to get them for us.
I asked Jen if we could invite Steve and Susan over for dinner tomorrow with the primary goal of talking about a partnership. I wanted to talk business before dinner, so is there something we could cook that wouldn't take someone away from the business conversation.
Jenifer suggested spaghetti with meatballs and sausage. She could make it early and let it simmer during the talks, then throw the pasta in a pot and dinner would be ready within a few minutes.
We got home and the kids and I headed upstairs to break down more boxes. Their rooms looked great. Right out of a catalog. What was missing was the lived-in look. I reminded myself to watch what I asked for.
"Wow, your mom did great on your rooms."
They both heartily agreed.
"Have you told her that yet?" There were heads shaking no. "You might want to consider telling her something. So what do you want to do with your rooms to make them yours? Do you need anything?"
Later Donny whispered to me that he wanted an enema bag for sleepovers. I told him there was one in the garage that I brought from the old house. I even told him which box I thought it was in. He asked where the butt plug was, and I told him it was in the same box. He went to the garage to find them.
I called Steve and asked him if he and Susan could come over tomorrow afternoon for a conversation and then dinner. I told him 4 PM and he agreed.
Thursday was a slow day, only the custom closet guys were coming to measure and design our 6 closets.
While two guys took measurements, one guy sat with each of us to customize the design to our individual ideas of what a closet should look like. These closets were nearly full-size rooms in our old house. They were 8 x 8 rooms with a three foot pocket door that could be left open or closed. They had catalogs showing all the options which conveniently left off the price of each option. Jenifer picked the basic wood type and color that all the closets would have in common. She chose hanging options that included one side for full length dresses and such and the other side with high and low rack for blouses, sweaters, skirts and an option for drawers and jewelry and a shoe rack that would hold 30 pair. I was very simple. I liked the idea of being able to dress in the closet. I chose enough drawers for socks, underwear, and tee-shirts, a shoe rack for 8 pair, lots of hanging space with only 2 feet of full length room.
We sat with the kids while they choose their options only directing them if they started running away ordering options. Jenifer then ordered the 2 upstairs rooms with just the basics. Oh lucky me, the bill was only $12,000 for closet interiors.
At 4 PM Steve, Susan, Tom and Tim arrived. Tom and Tim stripped off their cloths while heading to the pool. I invited Steve and Susan to sit in the newly completed living room.
"Steve, the reason we invited you over is that I'm very impressed with your construction company. Your attention to detail, willingness to include the little things that make for a high quality home and that you use the best quality materials when cheaper is available.
When I asked you the other day about ever expanding your business, you said you didn't have the capital.
"I've been in business management for several years and I know a business opportunity when I see one. I think that you are that business opportunity.
"I talked with a business development lawyer yesterday, about your business and its lack of ability to expand. He's writing up a formal proposal, but I'd like to give you the highlights. His recommendation is for me to form a corporation with you. I would put in $1 million and I would become 50% owner. I would set second account that the company could draw on as required for acquisitions up to $5 million, but that would be paid back at normal loan rates as the properties sell. My initial investment would be used for acquisitions, crew expansion, our own architect, capital equipment, etc. I would bring my business management expertise, and Jenifer her experience with interior design. You would have to give up your hammer as you would be the Operations Manager. Your current crew could be promoted to each having their own crew. You would have to teach me the ins and outs of the construction trade, and I'd take over the business side, ordering, coordination with banks, loans, sub-contractors, etc. We'd have a projects lined up so there would never be any down time between jobs. My lawyer, who specializes in the construction trades feels we'll make about $6 million in the next 18 months.
I stopped talking.
Steve and Susan were just staring at each other. We gave them a minute to process everything.
"If this is something you'd like to pursue, I have a meeting set for Monday at 10 in his Los Altos office to go over the corporation agreement papers.
"You wouldn't have to accept or sign at that time, but you'll have a copy of the agreement and you can have your lawyer go over them."
"I don't have a lawyer." was all he said.
"I like the idea of a partnership. You actually have $6 million to invest?"
"With you? Yes."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I like you, I like your ethics, I like your dedication, I like your commitment to quality, I trust you, I like your mantra - excellence in workmanship, I want to do something different, my kids like your kids, and I want to make some money."
"I want to pursue this. Let's do the meeting Monday."
"Good, I'll call and confirm. I even have a name for the new company, think about it: Million Dollar Homes, because I don't ever want us to build a home that sells for under $1 million.
"Shall we adjourn this meeting of our new partnership and have a drink before dinner?" Since we were having pasta for dinner, I got out the Chianti and poured 4 glasses.
We talked about tennis lessons, house cleaning services, anything except business. At 6 Jenifer excused herself to boil the pasta. Susan got up to help and together they finished the salad and put the garlic bread in the broiler while the spaghetti boiled.
We called the kids to dinner and for the first time, we sat around our dining room table for a home cooked meal. The kids were all naked and were sitting on towels, but we were a family in our new home having dinner with new friends.
Jenifer had outdone herself. A great dinner and for dessert Crème Brûlée that she caramelized the tops with a butane torch just before serving.
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Below our house, on the north side is a beach that is difficult to access. The outcropping our house is on totally blocks the beach access from the south except for a natural archway which passes under our driveway. Getting through it can be treacherous. It's full of rocks and depending on the tides it may be full of water. From the north, there is another outcropping that juts out into the ocean just one lot away. You can climb over it or swim around, but not easily. There is another beach called Table Rock Beach just north of that and that's where most people go because there are two easy access points.
So Saturday we went to our beach through the arch about an hour before low tide. We only stayed a couple hours and made it back through the arch before the tide filled it. So when we say it's our beach, it isn't really our beach but very few people ever go there. But we did that day and we all played naked on the sand and swam in the water. We were virtually invisible to the world. We had our own nude beach. We saw no one else that day. During future trips, occasionally, someone would wander into our private sanctuary, but they were usually there for the same reason, nude sunbathing.
We had a great weekend of relaxation and casual shopping, nothing like the frenzied rush getting into the house. Our big outing was for supplies.
We stopped at Kmart first and filled 2 carts with bath room needs. Soap, shampoo, hair spray, brushes and combs, shaving cream and razors, condoms, feminine napkins, tampons, Kleenex, toothpaste, floss, cough syrup, nasal spray, eye drops hand mirrors, baby powder, deodorant, antacids, soap dispensers and liquid soap, band aids and first aid supplies, alcohol wipes, hydrogen peroxide, anti-itch cream for mosquitos bites, aspirin and other pain relievers, hand and body lotion, personal lubricant, oral thermometer, toilet plungers, toilet bowl cleaner, and bath and tub cleansers, and sunscreen – lots of sunscreen. Beach umbrellas, giant towels, and bags to carry beach stuff to the sand.
Our next shopping spree stop was to fill the pantry. We stopped at the local grocery store on the way home from Kmart and filled two more carts with flour, sugar, coffee, hot chocolate, Bisquick, cake mixes, baking soda, baking powder, pastas, jars of sauce, canned goods, spices, pancake mix, tea bags, cereal, chocolate cookie chips, microwave popcorn, etc. We bought groceries for the next week as well. Milk, juice, meats, fresh vegetables, bread, hamburger and hot dog buns, and, lastly frozen products like ice cream, French fries, potato cakes, frozen vegetables, Hot dogs, burger patties, corn dogs, and microwave entries.
We didn't buy anything out of what ordinary households usually have in their cupboards and bathrooms. We just bought it all at once. We were just a bit surprised when the total for the trip came to over $900.
The Zee boys saw us arrive home and came running in their tennis shoes, only their tennis shoes. They helped take in numerous bags then went to the pool.
They were invited to stay for dinner, then went in the theater for a movie.
We discovered another favorite activity, sitting in the hot tub enjoying the bubbles at sunset. We did this all three nights. Tom & Tim even joined us Saturday night.
After the sun was gone they called home for permission to stay overnight which they received after Jenifer assured Susan they were no problem. All the kids disappeared to the theater for another movie. There was a notebook in with the box of movies that the kids were writing down titles of movies they wanted in the library. It was at around 100 and growing.
After the movie they all went to bed. I checked on them and Donny was sleeping with Tim, and Karen with Tom.
Of course I use the term "sleeping" loosely. Donny and Tim were taking turns giving each other orgasms either anally, orally or with digital dexterity. Karen was letting Tom play with her clitoris and vagina and Karen was massaging his penis to dry orgasms.
Sunday morning Donny showed up with Tom wanting to get in bed with Jenifer and me. I asked, "I thought you went to bed with Tim last night.
"I did. And I woke up with Tom. I looked over at Tom.
He said, "We switched." They crawled up and under the sheet next to me.
"Donny explained why they were here. "You remember Louis. He's 11 and he can ejaculate. Tom's 11, but he can't.
I explained very carefully that age was not the only factor in being able to produce semen. How each boy's body is different and enters puberty at different times.
Yeah, I told him that too, but he still wants to try the prostate massage since that's where it comes from.
"Well I suppose I can try. But I'm warning you, it probably won't help. Your body may just not be ready to produce semen."
Tom replied, "That's ok, I'd like to try anyway."
He was already on his back and he pulled his knees way up exposing his beautiful globe buttocks with a cute little pucker between them.
"Go on Dad, he's already lubed from me being in there."
I pressed my index finger in and it slid in effortlessly. He moaned a little about how good it felt sliding in. I curled my finger searching for his walnut. It was right where it was supposed to be and I started the massage. He was squirming around as the touch produced an almost electric pulse through his little body. His dick stiffened fully and it throbbed as I played with his gland from inside his rectum. His scrotum pulled his grape size testes up and they disappeared into his body. His hips thrust higher and higher from the bed, he was repeating Oh, oh, oh, the same as Donny had the first time he produced semen through masturbation. Much to my surprise, he shot a little squirt of off white watery fluid about 3 inches above his penis before it fell back on to his abdomen. Then more just kind of leaked out the opening and dribbled down his shaft. He collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.
Donny asked, "Can I have some?"
I told him we should save some for Tom, but he could taste the glob on his abdomen, and I would clean his penis. Donny leaned over and stuck his tongue in the puddle. I took his penis in my mouth and sucked up what had run down the outside and milked what was left in his penis with my lips.
When he recovered to the point where he could talk, I asked if he wanted to taste his first ejaculation. He shook his head and said yes with his eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I scooped it up the best that I could with my fingers and dribbled it on to his waiting tongue. Donny said to wait a minute. He licked up the remainder of the thin fluid. Holding it in his mouth he leaned over Tom and released it in to his mouth.
Tom tasted his first semen and said "Wow. That was fantastic. Thank you Mr. McKinney."
Jenifer, who had never watched a boy have his first ejaculation, leaned over and kissed me. She ran her tongue inside my mouth. I knew she was trying to taste his semen too, and I let her have as much as she could find.
"I love you so much. What you just did for Tom was amazing. He's probably going to remember that the rest of his life. Come over here and make me cum."
I did make her cum, several times over the next 30 minutes, then we cummed together.
Let's go take a couple laps in the pool. We walked toward the pool, but stopped to make coffee in the kitchen first. While it was brewing we swam a couple laps before being joined by the kids. There was a knock at the door. Tom, said "That my dad, I can tell by the knock. We're going to grandma's house, I'll get it." And he ran to the door opening it wide. "Hi Daddy, I made sperm today!
Steve came out to the pool deck while Tom excitedly told him of his experience. Steve listened to his little boy tell the story then came over to where Jenifer, I and Karen were in the water.
"Want a cup of freshly made coffee?" I got out and walked him to the kitchen where I poured 3 cups. He was excited himself about the partnership and how he was already planning the new crews and how he was going to tell his existing employees. We took out coffees back out to the pool so I could give Jenifer her cup.
"Daddy, come here. It's doing it again!" Tom exclaimed.
Tom had managed to masturbate himself to a second ejaculation laying in one of the lounge chairs. Steve went to his son and licked up all his semen and milked his little dick for any remains. I heard him tell Tom, "Good job, son."
"We need to be going, we have to be at grandma's house in an hour. You boys go get your clothes.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's meeting with the lawyer, Aaron. What time should we leave?"
"I'd say about 8:30 to make sure we're on time. You don't want to be late to a lawyer appointment, he'll bill you anyway."
The boys returned from upstairs with just their shoes on. "I told you to get your clothes. Now let's go."
"We can't find them."
"Actually, that's all they were wearing when they arrived yesterday." Jenifer reminded no one in particular.
"Oh yeah, that's right." Tim replied.
I think we should all go to Los Altos together tomorrow. You three can drop me and Steve at the lawyer's office and then do one last walkthrough before we turn over the houses to George & Martha's children.
Steve shooed his boys out the door and up the street, about 500 feet to their house.
Even when there's not a cloud in the sky, but you're sitting naked in a hot tub with your family at sunset, it's still a beautiful sunset.
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