Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 17:03:49 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Child's play Ch.6

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Child's Play

Chapter 6

The two boys finished their high school education that semester and came
home again for the summer. Roland, now reaching the ripe old age of 30
decided it was time for a final fling with his three lovers before settling
down to concentrate on Randy's life. He would offer him the opportunity to
go back to England to see his parents before making a final decision on his
college.

"You have the qualifications from your school to get a place at a top
English university. I would like you to go to see your parents for a few
weeks to decide if you would like to remain in England for the years of
your degree course. You can come back here for holidays, or not as you
decide. Know that I will support you financially whatever you wish to do."

Randy looked shocked and then the tears came.

"I love you so much, please don't send me away. I will be your slave if you
like, but don't throw me out."

Roland was completely thrown by this reaction. He took Randy into his arms
and stroked his body.

"I love you more than my life. I'm not sending you away. I would just like
you to see your parents again to make certain you are doing what you
want. You only need to go for a few days or a few weeks. I'll have an open
return ticket for you so that you can come back whenever you please."

A very passionate kiss was all Randy needed to know that Roley was speaking
the truth.

"Alright, I'll go, as soon as you like so that when I come back we will
have most of the summer for me to enjoy you and our best friends for ages
before going to Stanford with Shak."

He was grinning like an idiot before telling Roland why.

"I just think it would be so interesting to see their faces when confronted
with an eighteen year old son."

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Randy left for London a couple of days after his conversation with
Roland. Company jet to San Francisco, first class ticket on British Airways
to London, having first established that his parents hadn't moved. Platinum
American Express Card, Gold Visa, and no limit put on his spending. On
arrival in London a luxury sports car was waiting for him, an Aston
Martin. Randy was blown away, even his parents wouldn't have one of
these. He spent a very pleasant night at the Inn on the Park in London so
that he was bright eyed and refreshed the next day when he drove down to
Hampshire to see his parents. He parked in the drive behind his father's
Jaguar, noting it was the same one he had when Randy lived with them.

He knocked on the front door which was opened by his mother, who, before
looking at Randy, looked at the car.

"Good morning Mother."

His mother then looked at him before gasping.

"Randolph, what are you doing here?"

Sick look on Randy's face. He thought he might head back to Roland today.

"It has been four years, I had the ridiculous idea you might be interested
in knowing what had happened to me."

The mother looked embarrassed.

"Of course I am, Darling, come in, your father is just getting ready to
leave for a business trip."

Randy thought his father couldn't be doing all that well if he was driving
a four year old Jaguar, but he said nothing.

Entering the house, Randy felt like a stranger, it had never been a loving
home, but it was all he knew until Roland. His father came down the stairs
while he was still in the hall. 'He looks older', was Randy's thought.

"Hello, Dad, how are you."

His father stopped, looked hard at him and then continued down the stairs.

"Hello boy, you look well."

"He must be doing well as well Donald, he drove up in a new Aston Martin."

"Is that true Randolph?"

Randy laughed.

"It's only a rental Dad. Roland makes me go everywhere and do everything
first class, so I do it."

"I see, so what brings you home now?"

"Roland wants me to make a decision on my university place. He suggested
Oxford or Cambridge if I want to remain in England, or Stanford with my
friend if I go back to the States, well, Mexico really as Baja California
is where I consider home now."

The parents looked at each other without saying anything.

"So what consideration do you need to take into account before making a
decision?"

"Well, easy really. If I come back to England I would expect to live here
in between terms at uni so I just need to know what you think."

Randy noted the shocked look on both parent's faces and his decision was
already made, but he thought it would be fun to hear them reply.

"Well, I don't know that we could offer you very much here."

"I'm not looking for very much. Roland has given me a platinum American
Express card, and a gold Visa card with no limits on either so I can keep
myself. I just wondered if you would like me home."

That look between the two again had Randy smirking inside while trying to
look serious. His thought was that he could probably get a late flight back
to San Francisco and a commuter flight back to Los Cabos. A charter
helicopter to the villa and he could be home late this evening. Roley would
be so surprised.

"Well no one is here very much. I am away on business more than at home and
your mother has all her social obligations. You would see so little of us
it would hardly be worth your staying here."

Now Randy grinned.

"I'm so pleased you don't want me, it makes it easier for me to explain to
Roley why I am back with him this evening. You see, I love him more than my
life and never want to be away from him if I don't have to be. I'll go to
Stanford so that if I am really lonely I can ask him to come up for the
weekend, or send the jet for me to go back home for the weekend. I can't
pretend it was a pleasure seeing you and I promise not to do it
again. Goodbye."

With that, Randy left and drove fast back to London. A telephone call got
him a seat on a BA flight to San Francisco that afternoon, an onward
booking to Los Cabos and a helicopter booked to meet his flight and take
him home.

************************

Roland heard the helicopter and asked Shak to go down to the heli-pad to
see who was arriving unannounced. Shak was goggle eyed with surprise when
he saw Randy walking up towards the house with his cases in hand.

"What are you doing here? We thought you were in England for a few weeks."

Grinning like an idiot Randy told him.

"My parents didn't want me so I hot footed it back here. I didn't want to
waste a day away from Roley."

Shaquille looked at him very hard, taking in the eyes and the set of the
mouth.

"You really love Roley that much?"

"More than my life," was said with tears in his eyes.

A nodding Shak was now convinced of something he had only surmised about
before. It wouldn't change how he treated his friend, just give him a
greater insight to him.

"Hello Roley, I'm home."

Randy just managed to get that out before falling into Roland's lap and
planting a very definite, 'I love you', kiss on his lips.

"Get off me you dirty boy. I don't want you here, I have too many other
boys to make love to, to bother with you. Go back to England."

Randy sat up, shocked, until he saw the face of his lover. The love almost
oozed from the eyes, but what shook him the most was the tears as Roland
looked back at him and whispered.

"I love you so much, welcome home."

Shak saw it all and left to find Raul, shaking his head in wonder at the
love those two showed for each other.

"I wondered if you might want to stay in England and I was trying to come
to terms with losing you."

Randy couldn't believe what he was seeing, Roley crying, he had never seen
that in four years.

"You will have to kill me to lose me. I'm never going to leave you, I love
you more than my life and I know I always will. My parents were nice enough
to make me come home straight away so that I only had to be away from you
for a day. Now we have three months before I go to Stanford with Raul and
Shak. That's right, isn't it?"

Roley grinned then and as though he weighed nothing, carried Randy through
to the bedroom and without even bothering to shower, made love to him for
so long he almost flooded the room with happy tears.

Breakfast the next morning and Raul and Shak didn't need to ask the
important question. The eyes of the other two were shining with happiness
and their love was like a beacon every time they looked at each other.

"Mmm. Can I send Raul to England for a day Roland? I think it might do
wonders for our love life."

Roland looked at him and then, seeing the laughter in the eyes of his other
lover he grabbed him and gave him a noogy.

"Ouch, that hurts, I'll get you for that."

Tone set for the day, fun and laughter until bed time.

While breakfast settled, the four of them lay by the pool listening to
Randy tell them the whole story about his visit to England.

"They were quite patently embarrassed to see me and nearly had apoplexy
when I suggested coming home to live. I think the truth is that they were
pleased to see the back of me four years ago and now would be embarrassed
for me to see that my father's business was not doing well. He is driving a
four year old Jag. He always changed his car every year. I'm pleased, I
didn't want to go in the first place."

Roley nodded but told him why he was made to go.

"You are an adult now Randy, and you are English, so I wanted you to be
certain where you wanted to spend your future."

"I told you last night. The only future I'm going to have is with you."

Roland grinned then and hit all three of them with it.

"Good, because that means I can go to bed with anyone I want and you'll
still stay with me."

They all looked shocked until he continued.

"If Shaquille and Raul will allow it, I want to make love to Raul this
holiday before you all go off to university again. Of course, you will
never mention it to your father Raul, if it happens."

They all laughed as Raul replied.

"He would cut your balls off I am sure, if I did."

"I thought I was never going to have the pleasure of seeing you do that
Roland, of course we will allow it."

Shak was laughing as he said it, looking at his lover for the confirming
nod of the head.

"Oh yes please, I have watched you make love to Randy and Shak so often and
wondered if you would ever give me the pleasure."

Just talking about it had four cocks very hard.

Shaquille and Randy had ring side seats, so to speak. Sat in armchairs in
Roland and Randy's bedroom they watched Roland make love to Raul like he
made love to them. Raul had watched it before, but being on the receiving
end he realised that Roland was the most amazing lover, he took this small
Mexican boy to heights of eroticism and sensuality that he could not have
conceived of before this day.

When Roland had finished with him he fell into Shaquille's arms and sobbed
like a baby.

"I know I am always going to love you, Shak, but Roland has taken me to
places I never dreamt existed. You won't stop loving me will you?"

Shak laughed as he looked at Roland with the love he had always felt for
him.

"Of course I'm never going to stop loving you, and I know that Roland is
the yardstick that we all hope to work towards. I love you Roley, thank you
for taking my lover to Paradise."

Raul looked between the two before finally looking at Randy and seeing the
laughter and love in his eyes as well.

'I will keep having to pinch myself forever to believe that this is all
real', was Raul's though as his gaze moved to each of the others in turn.

With everyone cleaned and clothed again, Roland took them all to his study
to discuss his proposals for the next three months.

"I have never asked you for suggestions about where we go or what we do on
your holidays, but apart from this next two weeks you can go anywhere you
would all like. For the next two weeks, Raul, I want you to go home and
live with your family. I know your father would like that, and for the last
two years you have almost been a stranger living in the big house. You can
still see Shaquille every day. After that you all tell me what you want to
do. I would like us to be together, but you can go your separate ways if
you want to. I'll leave you here to discuss it and you can join me at the
pool when you are ready."

With that Roland left, hoping that the boys would want to remain together
for the holiday so that he could have the pleasure of their company and
their bodies as well.

The mutual decision was that they would like to cruise some of the South
Pacific islands. Roland could not have been happier. He called his yacht
skipper straight away and had him position in Fiji where the company jet
would land with the four of them ready to start the cruise in two weeks'
time.

Life was like that for all of their holidays until the three boys graduated
from college. Shaquille was first and joined Roland as a trainee manager in
the headquarters company of Roland's empire. Based in San Francisco, Roland
kept him at the villa as often as he could in holiday time so that he would
still have plenty of exposure to Raul, and Randy.

When Raul and Randy graduated, Roland took them into his company as well
and made the big jump. He bought a spacious home in San Francisco and moved
there so that all of his three young men could live together again. The
villa in Baja California became a holiday home when all of them wanted to
unwind from the rigours of their careers.

Conscious of the age difference between himself and his three boys, Roland
made his will leaving everything equally between them and made sure that
their training and experience in the company was diversified enough for all
of them to be competent to run it together or singly.

Shaquille, the scruffy, rudderless little black boy that Roland had
abducted first became the COO of the group when he retired with Raul and
Randy as senior vice presidents.

He was 90 years old when he died, with his three boys now in their 70's
retired and living once again in the villa in Baja California, by mutual
agreement, having all agreed there was where they had seen the happiest
years of their lives.

Now it was three in a bed every night but it was just for cuddles and the
company now that their mentor, friend and lover was gone.

The End

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