Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2008 21:13:03 -0800 From: tague michaels Subject: Bizarre Circumstances IV I elected to take the larger Bentley, the Continental GT, and once we were buckled in I took off. I went down the driveway faster than I ever had before, the heavy Bentley handling the corners with ease. Once on the county road I punched it and the stallion leaped with such force that it pushed us both into the leather seats. As I got into heavier traffic I slowed considerably then took the time to give TC a quick run down about that I had in mind. "Sarah, Mrs. Houghton, will most likely want your mother to start right away so that her current housekeeper can teach your mother the ropes. Hopefully she'll understand the need to have you remain where you're at, at my house, at least for the time being." TC said that he understood and we were both quiet as I maneuvered through traffic on the interstate. Finally he said, "I wonder if I should tell her about you and me Jess." That about stopped my heart but I kept my outward appearance and my demeanor calm. "Why is that baby boy?" "I don't know really, just that it might be easier in the long run." There were few another living adults who knew that I loved boys and I wasn't sure that I wanted to change that. On the other hand TC had to have a say in our relationship because I wouldn't have it any other way. On top of that he would be coming out and I firmly believe that process needed to be determined by each individual and on their terms. "Well I suppose we could have a conversation about that TC so can you hold off until then?" He smiled and nodded his head. "Of course Jess, I wouldn't do anything like that without talking to you first." I took the exit for the Ramada and pulled up under the portico at the entrance. TC's mother was standing in front of one of the windows looking out and needless to say, wasn't prepared for her son to arrive in what she would see as a Rolls Royce. When TC got out of the Maroon and Silver luxury car his mother put her hand to her mouth in a surprised expression that could only say, "Oh my." I got out as well and when she came out the front door it was clear by her expression that she was confused. "You remember Jess, mama." Her son said and she nodded her head. "Wh...what happened Terrance?" "What happened was that Ed got his sorry fucking ass kicked; by Jess and his gardener." The boy thought about what that might sound like and went on to explain to his mother what had happened in more detail. I thought it interesting that she had not corrected her son's language. "So, what are we going to do? Where will we live? Ed won't give up that easily you know," she said as an afterthought. I suggested that we get in the car and I would explain it to her as we headed toward her house. TC opened the door for his mother and when she got in, closed it and returned to the front seat. As we pulled out I explained to Jackie about recent events with Sarah and how she could help out as well as get paid and have a place to live. "I assume that you can cook although Sarah is on a fairly strict diet." Jackie said that one of her jobs had been as a cook in a family style diner so she knew her way around a kitchen. When I asked she said that she had a driver's license but hardly ever drove, usually taking the bus to and from work. I explained that she would most likely have to drive one of Sarah's cars for any variety of reasons. "One of," she asked referring to Sarah, "How many does she have?" "Four or five," I answered which reminded me, as I pulled up in front of the hovel that she called home, that I needed to talk to Sarah about purchasing them from her as she had a couple of classics. "How much stuff do you think that you have?" I asked both of them. TC said that mostly all he wanted were some mementoes of his childhood. Jackie said the same thing although she needed to get some clothes. "Do you know how much money I'd be making Mr. Kendall? I'll probably need to get some new clothing if I'm going to be working for a high society lady." I chuckled inwardly whereas Sarah would have guffawed out loud at the notion that she was high society or a lady. On the other hand if Jackie's entire wardrobe looked even remotely like what I'd seen her in, then and before, a shopping spree was definitely in order. I made a snap decision. "Look, just get what you need. You're correct in that a new style of clothing would be more fitting, all things considered so we'll go out today and get you new clothing." That task would be taken out of my hands. I elected to stay with the car, just in case, and called Sarah on my cell phone and when her housekeeper Deidre answered she took the phone to Sarah. I gave my friend and neighbor the basics of what was going on, leaving out the abuse part as well as the fact that TC and I were lovers although I did tell her that the boy worked for me and was staying at the house. Although Sarah seemed more than pleased that I'd found someone so soon she didn't seem too inclined to invite him to live at her house with his mother. Another ten minutes passed by before TC came out of the house with a box of things. I popped the trunk and got out to help him. "Mom's gonna be out in a second Jess, she doesn't really have all that much stuff; at least worth saving anyhow. A moment later, Jackie came out lugging two black garbage bags. TC rushed to help his mother and in almost less time that it takes to type it, her things were in the trunk, we were in the car and pulling away from the curb. "I spoke with Sarah and she would like to meet you right away, if that's alright with you Jackie," I said, looking in the rear view mirror. She nodded her head then asked if what she was wearing was alright and I assured her that it would be fine. She and her son made small talk while I listened to a soft jazz station. Twenty five minutes later I was headed up the drive to Sarah's English memorial style mansion and when it came into view Jackie gasped. Patterned loosely after "Rough Point," the Duke "summer cottage" at Newport Rhode Island, http://www.galenfrysinger.com/newport_rough_point.htm it wasn't as imposing as Rough Point but it was a sight regardless; lots of stone, lots of fireplaces, lots of story high arched windows, and an imposing circular driveway that wound around an incredible fountain complete with cherubs. "I like your house better Jess," TC commented and I had to agree with him. I asked TC to stay outside while his mother and I went in to talk with Sarah. A few minutes later I whistled at him from the entry way and beckoned him and a few minutes later I introduced him to Sarah Houghton who pronounced that he was "a fine looking boy." I took TC on a small tour of the house, especially the conservatory where Sarah spent a great deal of her time. Fifteen minutes later TC and I were back in the drawing room where Jackie and Sarah sat chatting. I thought that Jackie looked a great deal more relaxed than she had. "Oh there you are Jessie," Sarah said as I reentered the library. "You two can run along," she said in a dismissive tone, "Jackie and I are going to do some shopping, Deidre will drive us. We'll be quite busy so why don't you invite us all to dinner, say about seven. I haven't been to Peregrine Hall for ages; it'll be nice to visit again." I smiled and bowed slightly toward the old woman who laughed and told us to scoot. As we headed out I heard Jackie ask what Peregrine Hall was. As Sarah started to explain my home I thought to myself that TC's mother was probably going to shit when she saw it. I called Mrs. English to let her know about dinner guests and that TC and I would be home in about five minutes and would need lunch. I spent the afternoon going over paperwork regarding the garden idea for Sarah's place while TC went back to work with Tony's crew on the carriage house remodel. At five thirty the crew stopped work and while they put away their tools I talked with Tony about the progress. "The elevator will be installed tomorrow," he said. I'd elected to install a service elevator as much for moving in purposes as anything else. Moving in included a full set of free weights as well as machines not to mention kitchen appliances. "After that it should be smooth sailing. We'll get the hardwood floor laid for the gym area in two days and the gym equipment should be here the day after that. The bathrooms for the gym and both apartments are completed so I would guess that the place will be ready to inhabit in a week or less. The bottom floor is going to take a little longer." I nodded my head and clapped him on the back. Tony and his crew had been working over time to get the project completed and at this point it was ahead of schedule and we still had at least two months of summer weather before the cars needed to be under cover. After the crew had all gone home TC and I wandered through the thirty five hundred square foot area admiring the work that had been done so far, specifically some of the things that TC had been allowed to do. He was obviously proud of his work and fairly beamed when I complimented him on it. "Its fun and I'm learning new stuff," he said hugging up to me as we inspected one of the two small apartments that would share the space with my gym. We headed out into the gym area and I commented that it was going to make a great workout area. "Did you know that in ancient Greece men and boys worked out naked," TC asked me. I nodded my head, said that I did, and he commented, "That would have been interesting." I agreed with him then he asked if we would be able to work out naked some time and I said that would depend on whether anyone was living in the apartments, reminding him that I'd offered one to the Chen's. "I don't suppose we'd get much actual work done." Again, I agreed with him. We were standing next to a wall so I turned to face the boy then bent my head and kissed him and of course he responded back. I pushed him against the wall and pinned his arms at his side and kissed him harder, opening my mouth and pushing my tongue into his. A low moan came from TC's throat as my hand moved to the front of his jeans and rubbed hard against his stuff. I my hand upwards and began to unbutton his shirt and once that was done started to remove it, starting at the collar and pulling it down his back and shoulders. Once it got to his elbows I stopped then pressed my whole body against his. I had the boy basically trapped although he knew it was in play. I roughly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them and shoved my hand inside to grasp at his fully hardened cock as it strained against his underwear. As I felt his cock I nudged his head to one side and began sucking softly on his neck which caused even more moans. My hand moved up and inside the waistband of his boxers and began working them down below his butt. Once there I went back to his rigid cock and grasped it tightly then stroked him, again, with a tad bit more roughness than I would have otherwise. After mauling him for a good thirty seconds I dropped to my knees and quickly took him into my mouth and began sucking him. He hadn't showered since that morning so had worked up a nice medium fragrance of growing boy. I cupped and tugged at his balls while I bobbed my head back and forth on his cock and when he tried to get the shirt off I put my hands at his wrists to prevent him from getting free, although he certainly could have if he hadn't been into the scene. It's a weird feeling being like that, all sexed up but having little to no control over what was happening and having your arms trapped so that you couldn't participate any way. TC did participate in the only way that he could and that was by beginning to thrust his hips, if only slightly, and pumping his stone hard cock in and out of my mouth. I stroked on his cock and tugged on his balls as he moved, his breathing becoming more ragged and the low moans getting a little louder. I knew that it wasn't going to take long and I was right. In less than two minutes he groaned loudly, his cock thickened against my lips and his warm cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed all but the last large shot then stood up and kissed him hard on the mouth and moved his sperm from my mouth into his while my hand continued to finish the hot young teen off. My free hand helped to get his shirt down enough to allow his left arm loose and that immediately shot up around my neck and held me in place as our tongues battled inside one mouth and then the other. I finally broke the kiss and stood back slightly to look at TC. He didn't move but stood there, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed for a good thirty seconds before opening them, seeing me looking at him then offered up a smile that wasn't much more than a widening of his lips. "Fuck Jess that was intense as all hell. Where did you get the idea for that?" I explained to the boy that an older lover had done the same thing to me when I was sixteen or seventeen. It wasn't any sort of bondage thing; he had pretty much done to me what I'd done to TC. At the time it had been one of the most erotic and sexy things I'd ever done. "Boy howdy," was about all that TC could say. He finally regained his composure and put his clothes back in order and we headed into the house to shower and change for dinner. Back downstairs thirty minutes later I headed toward the kitchen and passing through the dining room saw Mrs. English had set the table. Of course with only five or six of us only one end was set but still it looked nice as it had been set with the Fiesta dishes from the 1930's. The dishes were a mix of cobalt blue and radioactive red placed so that the colors alternated at each place setting. The dinner plate would be one color then the salad plate which sat on it was the other color and when the soup course was served it would be the first color. In other words: red-blue-red-blue at one place setting while the next one would be blue-red-blue-red and so on. All of the serving pieces would also be red or blue so all together it provided a cheery contrast to the dark wood of the table and chairs and sideboards. I continued on into the kitchen and was greeted by a plethora of aromas, all of which were very tantalizing, and Mrs. English stirring, scrapping, mixing or fussing over a variety of pots and bowls. She gave me a quick run down on the meal that would begin and end with a couple of my favorites; French onion soup and crème Brulee. TC joined us looking quite handsome in Dockers, a button down dress shirt, Sketcher's and his hair gelled. Mrs. English clucked over him as though he were her own grandson. Ten minutes later the door chimes went off and both TC and I went to answer it. If Sarah hadn't been standing there I wouldn't have recognized the woman standing with her, Sarah's arm through Jackie's for support. Black slacks, red shoes with squared three inch heels, a crème colored silk blouse with three quarter length sleeves and gold chain bracelet on her left wrist were only the beginning. Jackie's dark brown hair had been cut into a stylish bob with golden highlights and slightly spiky bangs. Her makeup had been done, subtly but expertly. It was an amazing transformation that surprised me but shocked her son. "My gosh mom you look beautiful," TC said softly before going to his mother and hugging her. I congratulated her as well and extended my arm for Sarah who had a twinkle in her eye. "I've still got a good sense of style," she said then added, "for an old dyke". Jackie was admiring her son and telling him how handsome he was and of course the boy blushed at the compliments. "The house looks wonderful Jessie," Sarah said as we headed toward the living room on the other side of the house. "I can't believe this," Jackie exclaimed as we walked along at a snail's pace because of Sarah, who should have been in a wheelchair. The woman's voice was tinged with awe as she gawked about like a star struck tourist. "TC why don't you take your mother on a tour of the house," I suggested and Sarah encouraged the woman by saying that I was more than capable of helping her. "Come on mom, you're gonna love this house," TC said and they headed off down the grand hall while Sarah and I continued on into cavernous great room or living room although the room had more square footage than a three bedroom rambler. "I think Jackie is going to work out fine Jessie," Sarah said to me after she got settled into an overstuffed chair. "She's eager and malleable. Tell me, has she been abused?" I shrugged my shoulders and told Sarah that it was a possibility. "Well she seems nice enough and her boy seems quite polite. What are your intentions with him? By that I mean his living arrangements. He can stay at my house of course although I'm not all that sure that I want an adolescent male in the house." I went on to explain how I'd met TC and the subsequent living as well as work arrangements. I told her that he could stay with me as long as he wanted but wasn't sure how he or his mother would approach that. "Well we'll deal with that when we need to I guess," she said with a sigh. "Now, on to other matters. I have something for you and I don't want any argument. I've made up my mind and as you young people are fond of saying; it's a done deal." Sarah reached into her handbag and pulled out a seven inch by five inch manila envelope and handed it to me. I had no idea what it would possibly be but took it from Sarah's gnarled fingers. She commanded me to open it so I did and saw that it was filled with a sheaf of papers and walked into yet another bizarre circumstance. I pulled one out and almost fell out of my chair. It was a signed title to a 1954 Mercedes 300SL, the first of gull wing cars. The look on my face prompted her to ask which one I pulled out so I told her. "I believe that might have been the first one they made. I was dear friends with Max Hoffman who was the major importer for Mercedes in the US at the time and in fact was the man who convinced Daimler Benz to produce the car." I pulled the entire stack of paper out and looked through it and discovered that they were all titles to cars, all signed over to me. Among them were a 1966 XKE convertible, a 1964 Ferrari 250GTO, 1954 corvette, 1957 T-bird, 1967 Charger RT, 1966 Mustang, 1957 Lincoln Continental Mark II Coupe, 1964 AC Cobra, 1964 Porsche 904 GTS, 1960 Aston Martin DB4 GT, a 1963 Bentley Continental S3. There were more but that was the gist of it. "Where do you have all these stashed Sarah?" She said she owned a warehouse in an industrial area just south of Philadelphia and except for the four in her garage all of the cars were there. She went on to tell me that in her younger years she loved fast cars, then added slyly, and fast women. "I loved automobiles since I could walk Jess and I've probably bought and sold two hundred or more of them. These are the ones that I kept for one reason or another." Sarah went on, reminiscing about her past, and for a moment made me wish that I'd known her as a younger woman. I'd have bet that she was a blast to be around. "I've all but forgotten about them Jess," she said, "Jackie asked me about whether or not she would have to drive for me and it just sort of spurred my memory. I've been meaning to tell you about them but, damn, I'm getting so forgetful of things." That was something that I'd noticed as well, Sarah's memory problems and of course my first thought was Alzheimer's. TC and Jackie joined us a few minutes later, TC's mother positively agog at her surroundings. "I don't mean to pry Mr. Kendall but how did a man as young as you get so rich?" "Mom!" TC said clearly embarrassed at his mother's question, Sarah raised an eyebrow and I chuckled. "I inherited it Jackie and please, call me Jess or Jessie." I then launched into a brief version of the story and ended it just as Mrs. English came in to announce dinner. Jackie and Sarah left about nine but before she did Sarah had given me instructions on how to get to the warehouse. She also gave me the codes to get inside the building and the gated and fenced compound that her warehouse was located in as well as the name of the man who had been taking care of the cars for the past 10 years or so. TC and I were sitting out on the terrace at the back of the house when I told him I was planning on heading to Philly for a few days and explained the situation. I'd given some thought as to whether to take TC with me or leave him home. On the one hand it would be nice for him to see other places but he was also working and I didn't want to disrupt that any more than necessary. "I had considered taking you with me," I told him, "but I'm hoping to get in and get out quickly and besides I really don't want to disrupt your job or perhaps leave Tony in the lurch." "I understand Jess besides, with my mom in a new job and everything I should be here for her too." I leaned over and kissed him. "I really do appreciate your thinking of others TC. You know, when things quiet down here maybe we'll take a quick trip somewhere, before school starts." He smiled and thanked me. Thirty minutes later we got undressed for bed, TC in his room and me in mine. He came into my room wearing his PJ bottoms without a shirt and not for the first time I admired his lithe young body. He peeled the garment off then brushed his teeth along side me at my bathroom sink then we headed for my king sized bed. He crawled in along side of me and we held each other in a loose embrace and he said, "This is the first time that I haven't gotten hard when we're naked together," then he yawned and snuggled in closer. "I like sleeping with you Jess, it feels good to me." I allowed as how it felt pretty darn good to me as well. He yawned again, told me in a sleepy voice that he was glad that I was able to help his mother. I went on to explain that, for me, part of the fun of having so much money was being able to help people on a more personal level. His mother was one example but then so was the whole garden concept. I finally stopped talking and realized that TC was asleep. I lay there holding him and wondered not for the first time where our lives were headed. Before I left in the morning I told TC that he could use the Cushman to drive over to see his mother and told him how to access the back road that connected our two properties. I landed in Philadelphia about 9:45 that morning, was picked up by a limo and arrived at the warehouse about 10:30. I'd spoken with the Jack, the man I was going to meet, so the guard at the gate was expecting me and informed me that Mr. Jackson was already there and waiting for me. Following the guard's directions I found myself in front of a warehouse, my belly all a-tingle as I got out of the car and walked through a metal door into a small, windowless office that held a couple of chairs and a small refrigerator. An open doorway led into the warehouse proper so I stepped through to an incredible sight. The brightly lit wide open space was filled with cars of all years, makes and colors, two rows on a side with a space down the center of the warehouse at least three cars wide. It truly was breathtaking. "Down here," a voice called out and looking to the far end of the hundred foot long enclosure I saw an arm waving and headed in that direction. From where I was standing the man looked to be elderly but the closer I got the more I realized that I'd been thrown off by a mane of shoulder length white hair. By the time I was close enough to shake hands I could see that he was probably in his early to mid forties. "You must be Jess," he said taking my hand in a gentle grip. "Jack Jackson," he added. "I was just replacing the batteries in a couple of the ladies," he said with a smile and led me to what I thought was an original mini-cooper, my hunch being confirmed a moment later. We chatted easily as he replaced the battery then fired the car up and got out, letting it idle. "I'm gonna take it out for its bi-monthly spin, wanna go?" Well of course I did. He walked over to the end of the building and unlocked two heavy duty locks then pulled two steel pins from their holders at the front end of a wide door, pining it to the wall, then three more that were spaced along the bottom of the door and sunk into the concrete a good five inches. He punched some numbers into a keypad then pulled a remote out of a pocket in his overalls, punched a button and the door slid open quietly. "Can't be too careful," he said, "considering that the contents in here are worth somewhere in the 3-5 million dollar area. Wait here." He went back to the Mini, pulled it out of its spot and into the middle of the warehouse and headed toward me, stopping just outside the door to let me in. We headed back out to the front gate and took off along the road that fronted the entire complex managing about forty miles per hour. He told me he tried to take the girls out once every couple of months just to keep things in at least minimal working shape. "Theoretically you should be able to get in any one of these and drive it across the country." He paused and looked me then said, "Theoretically." I asked what he meant and Jack told me. "All of the cars in there need some work or another done on them. A couple could use a full off frame restoration, others need paint, some minor body work, and other need mechanical parts, some of which are hard to come by, even for me. Otherwise it's a loosing battle but Mrs. Houghton hasn't been that interested for quite a few years. On top of that we don't really have the space here to do what's needed." When I asked what he would need he said a full mechanics shop with top of the line tools and maybe even machines for manufacturing parts. I can do a majority of the work but what I really need is a team of 2-5 craftsmen to help out. Essentially we'd need a warehouse twice the size of this one and a crew to man it. "But that isn't likely to happen. I'll miss these ladies," he added sadly as we pulled the mini back into the warehouse and returned the little car to its slot. A thought was forming in my mind as he talked and when we got out of the mini I asked about the Jag. He smiled and said that it was ready for a trip around the block as well. "The keys are in it, fire it up." I walked over to the low slung beauty; a high gloss black with fuck me red leather interior and stock spoke wheels. I started the car and let it idle as I lowered the top and once it was in place got in the driver's seat, Jack riding shotgun. We took it on a longer run but not much. The tabs had long expired on all of the cars and the Jag was one of them. "The cops out here give me a break though," he said with another smile then asked. "So, what are your plans Jess?" Jack asked me once the Jag was back in its slot. I explained to him my overall plan was to move them to my property where a bay of the carriage house was being remodeled but admitted that it wasn't going to be large enough to handle all of the vehicles since I was adding another twenty six cars to my collection. We spent the rest of the day taking various cars out for a drive and going over their condition as we did so. That led to a discussion with Jack about what to keep and what I should, or would want to, unload. Initially I wanted to keep them all but mostly out of respect for Sarah. The reality was that some of them needed so much work that there was no way to recoup the money spent. Yes, I'd gotten them for nothing and yes, I could certainly afford the extravagance but some of the cars I just had no interest in. It was that, as well as the other plan I was hatching, that I spent time mulling over in my hotel room that first night. Jack and I spent the rest of the following day driving and talking about the cars and I learned more about him. He'd been around cars all of his life, a fourth generation mechanic. "My great grandfather and my granddad both worked with Enzo and Alfredo (Ferrari) my granddad also worked with Henry (Ford) and the Chrysler brothers. My father also spent time in Europe working for most of the major builders. My great grandfather worked on buggies and electric gadgets of his time. All I know is cars." I asked him what he estimated it would cost to get them all in show quality condition and how long, and furthermore the approximate cost of maintaining them on a yearly basis. His answer was a million, a million five, give or take, to restore them all, and not much after that to maintain on a yearly basis. A quality shop to do it all in and a mechanic to run it would take money as well. "If you had your own shop and crew it might be less expensive in the long run although putting together a shop would be costly in the beginning. Time," he stated, "would consist of a year or two for the major work, anywhere from an hour to a couple of days for most of the little stuff." About midway through the afternoon of the second day I asked him what he was going to do once the cars were moved, stating that it would take two to three months before that happened. "I'll keep my full time job and probably look around for another part time one like this. I know a couple of other collectors in the area that I can do some work for." We were interrupted by voices and both turned to see two boys coming through the door into the warehouse. They waved and Jack explained that they were his sons. We walked toward them, meeting them in the middle and Jack introduced me to Jack III, the oldest boy who generally went by his middle name, Dillon. The younger boy's name was Aaron. Both boys were handsome young men; slender and a little on the tall side, blond hair and blue eyes and smooth faces, although Dillon was in the beginning stages of sprouting hair on his upper lip. "What do you need us to do Dad?" Dillon asked. Jack gave his sons some basic directions which included taking two of the cars out for their drive. The boys headed off and Jack explained that both boys also had cars in their blood. Both boys loved and respected cars and were good mechanics as well as drivers, although Aaron was only thirteen. "Both boys learned to drive at a young age, although not in any of these," he said, sweeping his arm around the warehouse. "Dillon has been driving some of these cars since he turned sixteen nine months ago. I trust him implicitly other wise he wouldn't be driving any of your cars. Both boys learned to wield a wrench before a spoon almost and Aaron seems to have a genius regarding mechanics, although Dillon is no slouch. They both are as knowledgeable and as good as men two or three times their age." Well now, that information threw a bit of a monkey wrench into my plan, a plan that I hadn't discussed with Jack but then seemed as good as any time to lay it out to the man. "What would you say to moving and working for me Jack?" He looked at me, looked at where his boys were working on one of the cars then back at me. "You serious?" I nodded my head. "I've given it a lot of thought in the past 24 hours so let me tell you what I have in mind." For the next ten minutes I did exactly that. Jack asked some appropriate questions and for those I didn't have an answer for I told him so. I asked appropriate questions as well. His sons were just returning from a drive and as soon as they parked the car, a '59 Chrysler Imperial, he called them over. "Mr. Kendall has offered me a job to continue working on the cars but it would mean that we would have to move to the other side of the state. What do you guys think about that?" I wouldn't have thought that two teenage boys would be that excited about moving and leaving friends behind but they were. We talked more about what that picture looked like including the fact that they would be able to live on the estate. Mrs. English had let me know that she was willing to move into one of the new apartments so the guard house that she had been living in would be vacant and it was more than enough room for a family of four, hell a family of ten. That would be great dad as long as Aunt Kelly comes too so she can teach us," Jack explained that the boys had been home school by his sister who was a certified general education teacher. I explained that the guard house was a ten room house, plenty of room for all of them. I drew up a rough plan of what the carriage house looked like now and asked jack and the boys to draw up some plans of how they'd like a shop laid out, and what they'd need. Maybe even fly or drive down and spend a week looking the place over. "Yeah", Aaron said, let's do that. We talked more about that aspect of it and since this was only Wednesday Jack said that they could come down that coming weekend if that would work. I called the commuter airline I'd flown in on and asked if there were seats available for a four passenger round trip and hung up five minutes later and informed them of their flight schedule. The boys were quite excited and the smile on Jack's face indicated that he was feeling the same excitement as his sons, he just didn't say it. It was nearing three o'clock and my flight would leave in less than 90 minutes so we traded contact information, shook hands and 45 minutes later the limo dropped me off at the airport. I tipped the driver a hundred dollar bill as he had done a great deal of just plain sitting for two days. On my way to the airport I called Mrs. English to let her know that we had company coming for the weekend, gave her my ETA and hung up. At the house, I had the cab drop me off at the front entrance, went in and set my carry on bags down and found Mrs. English in the kitchen. She told me that she was preparing classic Rueben sandwiches for dinner with homemade fries and would start everything when I came back down to the kitchen with TC. Back through the house, I grabbed my luggage and headed upstairs. I stopped by TC's room, didn't see him and went to mine. Coming through the arched doorway and into the sitting area, across the room I saw TC lying on my bed, propped up on his elbows, wearing nothing but a smile. His legs were spread apart, his smooth hairless sac of balls hung low between his pale thighs and his cock was full on hard. "Welcome home Jess," he said with an ear to ear smile. I dropped my carry on, laid my suit hanger across the back of an arm chair, kicked off my loafers and walked toward the bed, pulling my shirt off as I went. "Been waiting long?" He shook his head. "Mrs. English told me about what time you were getting home so I was in my room watching for you. I was naked the whole time and playing with dick and stuff, getting all worked up thinking about what we were gonna do." "So, what are we gonna do?" I asked him as I tossed my shirt onto the floor and started to unbutton my Dockers. "You're gonna get naked then I'm going to give you a welcome home cock sucking." He slowly stroked his stone hard young cock and watched me finish undressing. Once that was done I stood at the edge of the bed and fondled my own fully hard dick while I looked down at the sight in front of me. There aren't many sights in the world that I loved as much as a naked teenage boy and TC was a sight to behold; slender, smooth, hard and young. "Come up on the bed Jess, I really want your cock in my mouth." I got on the bed and stayed on my knees as the boy moved in close and took hold of my dick and immediately put his mouth over it. The warmth of his mouth flooded through my body and I groaned out loud as I reached down and took hold of his nail hard cock and began stroking him. TC slowly jacked me off as he suckled me and when his mouth got tired he licked all over the swollen head then went back to sucking. I don't know what it was; the fact that I'd been two days without him, the eagerness with which he sucked my cock, or the stroking of it but it didn't take all that long before I felt my balls start to tingle. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon baby," I told him. He took his mouth from my dick and said, "I want you to cum in my mouth Jess," and went back to sucking, my impending orgasm seeming to spur the boy on for he seems to suck and stroke me even harder. I put my free hand on his head, ruffled his hair, and began to gently fuck his soft mouth. Once again my balls as well as my belly started to tingle and before I knew it I was there. "Oh fuck TC there it is," I groaned and kept my eyes cast downward and watched the boy as jet after jet of warm sperm blasted out of my dick and into his mouth. His eyes opened wide about the third squirt and I knew that he was having a little difficulty keeping the liquid contained, swallowing the viscous white goo as fast as he could. After the sixth or seventh squirt I could tell that things were slowing down but TC continued to milk my cock, squeezing out every last drop. As he did that my cock head became quite sensitive and I finally had to pull away from him and as soon as we disconnected he rolled onto his back. "Shit Jess that's a lot of juice," he said then made that motion with his mouth and tongue that indicated he was trying to get the taste as well as the remaining residue out. I headed toward the bathroom and returned with a glass of water which he drank then thanked me. While TC drank I pulled a bottle of lube from my nightstand, squirted some into my hand then had him turn to face me. Once that was done I stepped between his legs and wrapped my lubed up fist around his swollen, red cock head and slid it down the length of his shaft causing him to gasp from the feelings. My other hand grabbed hold of his balls and began tugging on them as my hand picked up speed. I concentrated mostly on his sensitive cock head, my tugging on his heavy nuts pulling the skin on his cock tighter and thus making it all that more sensitive. TC moaned loudly as I jacked him off and it didn't take long at all before the boy's cock thickened in my hand and he groaned out as a small droplet of cum plopped out onto his heaving belly. The second offering however shot all the way up to his chest with a few droplets actually hitting his neck. I moved off of his cock head and continued to stroke him and got another four long streaks of sperm that landed in various spots from his nipples to his belly button. He finally slowed to an oozing that ran out of his cock head and down over my fingers before dropping off into his nest of pubic moss. I finally stopped then made a return trip to the bathroom, this time coming back with a warm wash cloth which I used to clean the cum from TC's torso. It took a couple of trips to rinse the wash cloth out in order to finish the job and he smiled at me through half lidded eyes and sighed heavily at the feel of the warm cloth against his flesh. When I was finished I leaned forward, placed my hands on the bed along side his head and leaned down and kissed him. He put his arms around my neck and kissed me back, his tongue pushing against my mouth and then my tongue. "I missed you Jess and guess what, I didn't even jack off while you were gone." I told him that I hadn't either but he commented that I was older and that for a young teenage boy going without cumming for two days was a pretty big deal. I agreed with him then stood up and took one of his hands and pulled him to his feet but of course he kept going and fell into my arms and hugged me. "We need to get dressed baby boy, Mrs. English is waiting dinner or us." With that TC did a quick walk to, and out of, the door while I admired the movement of his slender little butt as he headed away from me. I really wanted to bury my cock between those tender young orbs again. But I also wanted to feel TC's cock shoved up my ass, wanted to feel the boy's weight on my body as he fucked that cock in and out of me. Ten minutes later we were seated at the island bar in the kitchen. Mrs. English set a plate with a huge Rueben sandwiches in front of each of us and between us she placed a bowl of French fries right out of the deep fryer. She fixed herself a sandwich then sat opposite of TC and me. "Do you have any preferences for meals this weekend Mr. Kendall," she asked, then added, "And how many people are we expecting?" While Mrs. English joined us often for meals, she refused to call me by my first name. "Who's coming Jess?" TC asked. "Four people; the mechanic who has been taking care of Sarah's cars for some years, his two teenage sons and his sister who will be moving with them." I put my hand up facing TC to stop him before he started asking questions, took a bite of my sandwich and chewed some before going on. "I've decided to hire the man to take care of the cars, assuming that he'll accept. Counting mine there will be over thirty cars and there's every chance that I'll add more. I rather like it as a hobby, sort of like Jay Leno, although it's not a bad investment either. To that end I'll need a full time mechanic and Jack, that's his name, seems to be pretty top notch. His sons are following in his footsteps and his sister is their teacher. The boys are home schooled. They're coming up for the weekend to see the place as well as advise me on how to go about building a larger area to house the cars as well as work on them." I'd been talking to both TC and Mrs. English but turned to her specifically and informed her that they would be taking over the guard house after she vacated. I then explained to the both of them that none of this would most likely happen for a couple of months, after the carriage house and the new building were finished. "How old are the boys," TC asked and I told him. He wanted to know what they were like so I described them briefly and said they seemed nice. Turning again to Mrs. English I said that I was sure that whatever she fixed they would be glad to eat. TC changed the subject by telling me that the elevator was in and the floor was finished in the gym. "Tony let me do some of the floor Jess, it was pretty cool. And the design that we did is cool too." I'd forgotten that the floor wasn't going to be just a run of the mill linear design; that Tony had decided to jazz it up a little bit. "Well, I'll look forward to seeing it tomorrow. I think I'm going to hit the hay early tonight, after a soak in the tub that is." We continued with small talk as we ate and both TC and I complimented Mrs. English on the sandwiches and fries and of course she blushed at the compliment. I asked TC if he'd gone over to see his mother and he nodded his head. "I did and she seems to like working for Mrs. Houghton. I can't believe how different she looks Jess. She says she wishes that I could live over there with her but for right now at least she said that things are okay the way they are. She's pretty busy and besides she knows I'm okay living here with you." After dinner TC and went into the game room and shot three or four games of pool and since I'd gotten pretty good much of the time was spent teaching him on how to improve his game. It was getting on eight thirty and I decided that I was going to head up stairs. TC asked if he could join me and of course I said yes. I mean, who am I to refuse a boy when he wants to share a bath, tub or pool with me. We shut off the lights and headed up stairs where I went directly into the bathroom and started the water while TC went to his room to get undressed. I went back into my dressing room and began getting undressed and TC came in just about the time I was taking off my underwear, the boy already nude. I admired his body once again, the flat tautness of his belly, the breastbone crease that ran from chest to belly button; the gently slop of his stomach into his pubic bone then the nest of dark blond curls at the apex. He was fully soft and his boyhood pride and joy moved gently with each step. I never tired of watching him and felt my cock start to swell ever so slightly. He stopped and watched as I dropped my clothes into the laundry chute then said, "I love looking at your body Jess, it's just so awesome." I nodded my head, "Like-wise Baby boy." I shut the water off and started the process of getting in then settling in, which for me, meant first taking a shower. It helped get me acclimated to heat of the tub quicker as well as minimizing the need to clean it as often it would otherwise. TC followed me into the shower and in thirty seconds we were under or in the hot spray. After wetting ourselves, I soaked and soaped a large medium textured sponge and started on TC's neck and started working my way down in a slow, circular, scrubbing motion. I got every inch of flesh along with every nook and cranny from his hairline to his toenails except his cock which had remained flaccid through the entire ordeal. I then stepped him back into the spray and went over his body all again using a brush with very soft, fine bristles and in the process removed all the soap. Then it was my turn and like TC I purred and groaned in pleasure, although not quite as loud. Ooohhhh God," he said as we both sunk down into the oversized tub of hot water. I kicked on the water jets and we both luxuriated for a good ten minutes. At one point TC said, "Gosh Jess my balls are hanging so low." With that he stood up to show me and true enough they, as well as his teenage cock, were as fully extended as possible without the benefit of arousal. He sat back down in the massaging bubbles. When we finally got out I went straight into the shower to cool down some. Afterwards we lay snuggled on my bed kissing and TC asked if I was really tired. His hand went to my cock and gently squeezed it as if to emphasis that sleep wasn't what he had in mind. My hand sought him out and I discovered that he was already about three quarters hard. "Not that tired," I responded, my cock responding by filling rapidly with blood. TC slid down on the bed until he was face to face with my cock and went right to work sucking it. It was all well and good having the fourteen year old sucking my dick while he played with my balls but I really wanted to be more participatory. "How about if you turn around so I can do you too," I asked and the boy immediately did as I asked while I slid down further on the bed so that his legs weren't crammed against the headboard. We both placed the foot of our upper legs flat on the bed and I took a moment to simply gaze at his stone hard cock and the smooth sac of balls that spilled down onto his inner thigh. I didn't stare long but threw an arm over his butt and pulled his cock downward and thrust my mouth over the head and began to suckle him. My free hand played with his nuts for a moment then went between his legs where, with the other hand, began squeezing and kneading his butt cheeks and in the process pulling them open slightly then closing them. At the other end TC was doing pretty much the same thing then I felt him move farther down the bed pulling his cock away from me. I felt my butt cheeks pulled open then TC's tongue licking at my hole. Since he'd moved I had better access to his as well so peeled him open and proceeded to thoroughly wash his puckered little hole with my tongue. I moved down onto the underside of his smooth bag causing him to shiver and lick me even harder. It wasn't the best position so I told him I was going to move and rolled over so that I was above him. Normally it would be difficult to get to his wrinkled muscle from there but I told him to pull his legs back and when he did I dropped my hands flat on the bed right along side of his waist. The action rolled him slightly up and back and exposed him to the onslaught of my tongue and boy did I onslaught him. When I moved back like that I was straddling his chest but it pushed my butt back. I heard the boy mutter "perfect" then he spread my cheeks as wide as they'd go and went back to rimming me. I couldn't stand it very long. I'd wanted TC to fuck me from the moment I saw him and his working my asshole over like he was just made me want his cock in there even more. Like I had done to him, TC licked down onto the sensitive underside of my balls which had to be hanging in front of his face like apples on a tree. I could hear him moaning as we worked and figured that it was caused as much by his licking me as my licking him. I finally called a halt to it and rolled away from him. "Oh man baby boy I want you to fuck me so damn bad," I told him. I didn't wait for an answer but got the lube from where I'd left it on the nightstand, smeared my asshole and then TC's raging hard on. I wiped my hand on the small towel that was there then rolled onto my back and pulled my legs back. TC didn't waste any time getting into position and holding his cock down aimed at the target. I watched his face; his attention totally focused on what he was doing and felt his flesh touch mine. He pushed, then pushed harder and a moment later his swollen cock head slid past the tight ring of muscle and was inside of me. I grunted at the pain and asked him to stop while my body adjusted to his penetration. I gave it a good minute before telling him to go ahead. TC put his hands on the crook of my knees and held my legs out of the way then proceeded to bury every inch of his virgin cock into my asshole. The boy was a perfect size in my estimation and when he was all the way inside of me I reveled in the feelings that he was generating. "Should I do it now Jess, should I fuck you." Well that was the goal now wasn't it? All I said was "yes". TC pulled out about half way then moved back in. It didn't take but a half dozen trips before the boy was pulling almost all the way out then plunging back inside of me. I felt his balls mash up against my butt, the tickling sensation of his pubic hair as it rubbed against my sac. Most of all I felt what he was feeling, the sensations of having his cock buried in a tight warm hole, the feelings on his cock as it slid to and fro against the muscle of my asshole. God I loved being fucked by a teenage boy. I told TC how to drape my legs over his arms then place his hands on the bed along side my shoulders. He did as I asked which gave him a better angle and a little deeper penetration. "Fuck me hard TC, ram your cock into me." He did and I grunted and groaned from the pummeling he was giving me. The expressions on his face were classic; the tension of focus, the half smile, and of course the flaring of his nostrils as he worked to draw in fresh oxygen. My hands played across his shoulders and down onto his back then up to the sides of his face. I raised my head up to kiss him; he saw me and met me halfway and our mouths melded together. "God you feel good," I cooed, "your cock feels so good inside of me." I was surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had, not to mention the force with which he continued to fuck me. I felt my own orgasm coming on and told him so. "Come on baby, unload your sperm in me, make me cum with you," I said softly. Amazingly enough he picked up speed and began slamming into me, his cock scraping across my sensitive prostate. It didn't take long after that before I groaned loudly and reached between us to manhandle my cock. "Oh fuck Jess," TC said in a deep voice and as my cock unloaded it's third squirt I felt his cock thicken against my sphincter muscle then the warmth of his sperm as it flooded my bowels. TC's head went backwards; the expression on his face was one of mixed pain and pleasure although I knew he was in no pain whatsoever. He continued to move in and out of me but his movements slowed some and eventually stopped. "Don't come out of me quite yet baby boy," I said and he nodded his head. "You can let my legs down though if you want to." He moved back to a kneeling position and slowly let my legs down then leaned forward again. I told him he could lay on me if he wanted, even though I was breathing as hard as he was. He did lie down but didn't let his full weight fall on me. I kissed his neck gently and just as gently ran my hands up and down his back and felt the muscle of a growing boy. I could feel his cock start its post orgasmic shrinking and before I wanted it to happen he squished out of my ass like a watermelon seed. We both moaned at the loss. TC rolled off of me and onto his back so I rolled along with him onto my side with my head resting in a propped up hand. "So what was that like for you?" I asked as my hand roamed over his chest and belly. He smiled then opened his eyes. "Fucking fantastic. I could feel when you came Jess, your asshole like gripped on my dick. I think that's what made me finally cum." I agreed with him. He rolled onto his side to face me. "I don't know which I like more, fucking or getting fucked." "Well we can practice both as often as you'd like baby," I said with a smile.