Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2014 18:47:35 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Mainland Sojourn II We traipsed downstairs and made our way to the kitchen, the dogs joining us at the bottom of the stairs, where we found Harriet busy working on some project or another, the air was filled with fragrance of fresh baked cinnamon rolls. When she heard us enter the room she looked up from the cinnamon rolls that she was frosting and beamed a large open smile, her startling white teeth a contrast to her ebony skin. Harriet was Eritrean by birth and as black as they came. She came from behind the island counter and embraced me in an almost bone crushing hug, despite having seen me only twenty four hours before. I introduced her to Brett who received the same treatment, the only difference being that her large breasts all but smothered the boy. I chuckled having been in the same position many times as I was growing up. Harriet isn't her real name, which is difficult to pronounce although Max could do it, and she is one of the most elegant women of any color that I've had the pleasure to know. A cross, in my mind, between Lena Horne and Diana Ross, she was tall and willowy but with very large bosoms. She wore her hair cropped short and was always made up, no matter what time of day I ever saw her and she always wore colorful African style dresses, or sarongs or whatever one wants to call them. " I'll scramble up some eggs to go along with these rolls and the bacon in the warmer. I hope you like to eat Brett, we eat a great deal in this house," she added with a smile. I never did understand how in the hell she remained as thin as she did eating the amounts and kinds of food that she cooked. "Brett will be staying with us at least until I go back to Hawaii Harriet. He's having some difficulties in his current living arrangement and I'm going to try and get that resolved for him before I leave." The large eyes opened, the thick brows raised ever so slightly, indicating that she understood what I hadn't said as much as what I had said. "First thing is to get him some clothes. Is John doing anything for you today?" "I don't have anything for him today Derek," she replied using my given name just as she always had. "He will be in for breakfast and you can ask him then," she said while she went about scrambling the eggs on the professional sized six burner counter top gas stove. I went the fridge and pulled out a large pitcher of ice cold fresh squeezed OJ along with a pitcher of Cran Razz juice and put them on the table. "Sit down Derek, Brett. I will take care of that." Harriet had always been like that. Taking care of the family and the family needs was her job and she was very clear about it. She rarely asked for help and I had learned when to offer and when not to. Brett and I sat down just as the back door opened and John came in from the utility room, spied us and waved hello as he walked to the coffee pot and poured himself a large mug full of the steaming brew then headed to where we sat. Like Harriet, John had been with the family almost all of his life. His father and mother had worked for Evelyn's parents for years and John had been born in their quarters on the second floor of the carriage house, quarters I might add that are quite large and rather opulent. John had learned his job from his father and was responsible for the upkeep of the house, grounds and cars, hiring out what work he couldn't complete, which was very little indeed. He had never married but somewhere along the way he and Harriet had managed to have a son together, the boy having studied business at Harvard, all expenses beyond his scholarships paid for by Evelyn's estate and then gone into the stockbroker business in Seattle. I'm not sure what the arrangement was with Max but I never saw John sleep in the house or Harriet in his quarters in the carriage house. But sleep together they most certainly did. I wanted to ask but since neither of them ever pried into my business, no matter how bizarre it may have seemed at the time, it didn't feel right for me to put voice to any questions I might have about their personal life. I introduced John and Brett and followed with, "Do you have any plans today John?" "I always have plans," he responded with a ready smile, "but nothing pressing. Do you need something Derek?" He did it too. "I wanted to take Brett out to get some clothes and as you know, I hate driving or parking in the city so was wondering if you would drive us." "The Attorney wants you to call him and the ashes are ready," Harriet chimed in as she set the rolls, and a platter of eggs and bacon on the table. "They both called late yesterday afternoon." Max had specified cremation and spreading of her ashes so was now ready for her final journey. "Sure Derek, I'll drive you. What time?" I told him probably in an hour, after I called the attorney and the mortuary. We dug in and made small talk while we ate, most of said talk directed toward Brett and afterwards I made my calls, making arrangements to meet attorney and for John to pick up the ashes, then took Brett on a tour of the rest of the house and grounds. We started inside, going through an arched doorway to the left of the entry and under the grand staircase. The first door on the left about fifteen feet down the paneled hallway was the music room that contained a refurnished Harpsichord, an older upright player piano as well as a twelve foot Bluthner Grand. Resting on stands, were various other stringed instruments that had been used throughout the history of the house. The next room was the library, easily a twenty five foot square room with shelves almost to the top of the fifteen foot walls. The leather bound collection that covered most of the shelves would have been welcomed in any major library in the world, many of the volumes first editions and or out of print. Across the hall was the game room, an antique Brunswick billiards table dominating in the center of the room. There were chess, backgammon and cribbage tables, their game board designs intricately inlaid colored woods. The room held a roulette wheel as well and in one nook a fully stocked bar. On the same side of the grand hall was a movie theater that had originally sat some two dozen guests in luxurious comfort. Max had told me that the owners had it installed in the later nineteen twenties, the mistress of the house totally taken by the silent films. Needless to say it had been upgraded through the years and now it was more of an entertainment room that held a sixty two inch Television with complete surround sound and a collection of some six hundred DVD's. The theater seats had been replaced with over stuffed chairs and sofa's and arranged into a more informal setting. A fully functional nineteen fifties popcorn machine along with a fully stocked refrigerator and snack cupboard provided quests with plenty of victuals. Back across the hall was a room that had served as an office. I guess the original master of the house had felt that the library would have been a distraction. While this room held some books, it was mostly utilitarian, containing a large conference table along with a huge Mahogany desk and of all things, a Mosler walk in safe that was hidden behind a wall. The office also had its own bathroom whereas the music room and library shared a two thirds bathroom and the entertainment slash game room another. At the end of hall, the corner of the house, was another small sitting room, and to the right was the solarium slash pool. This last room was easily equivalent to the living room albeit the layout was a little bit different. Where the living room took up almost the entire front of the house, this room took up an entire end. It had started as a sort of ball room, a huge and mostly empty room for holding large party's where people danced to the tune of a small band, or orchestra. In the forties it had been remodeled into a huge solarium, the outer wall moved out another twenty feet, the bottom three feet of the outer wall being brick and the rest, including the first fifteen feet of the slanted roof, glass. Of course the double French doors that led out to the gardens had been retained in the new outer wall. It contained its own heating system, had a small reflection pool and was quite outré for its day. When Evelyn became sick in the late fifties, it was decided that workouts in a pool might help her and so the room was remodeled again. This time a small swimming pool was added in the upper left corner, a room being added specifically for it which was separated from the main part of the solarium by glass doors that could be left open or closed in order to control humidity. The living room had also been shortened at that end and an exercise room installed that opened onto the solarium. Because the ceiling was two stories high, the room had been filled with many lush tropical plants as well as some trees. My friends and I had enjoyed an occasional joint in that room when I was a teen and more than one sperming had taken place in the chairs and chaise lounges that were scattered about. "Wow D, what an incredible house. I bet it was totally cool growing up here." I admitted that it was indeed, especially so having my primary caregiver being open and accepting of my sexual orientation. "Yeah, I wish it had been that way for me," he lamented. "What do you suppose is going to happen now D? Am I gonna have to go back to her or go into a foster home or what?" He sounded dejected about the entire prospect so I pulled him to me and held him. "I don't know Brett," I replied, talking above his head. "I have some ideas but mostly it will depend on what your aunt wants to do." I finally let go of the boy telling him not to worry that we'd figure something out. We left through the French doors and into the garden areas and around to the front of house but clearly Brett's heart wasn't in it so we went back in the house through the utility room. I whistled and in seconds the dogs came bounding in to see what I wanted. I introduced Brett to them by name, pointing out that Sabaka really did look more wolfish that Sacha, his name meaning wolf in Russian, or Siberian or what the fuck ever. I suggested that Brett go romp with the boys while I took care of a few things. His mood seemed to improve and I headed for the privacy of the office. I called Norm, that being short for L. Norman Hardesty the third, the family attorney. Norm's family had handled Evelyn's family's legal matters for over Ninety five years, Norm for at least thirty of them that I was aware of. His grandson, L. Norman the fifth, was destined to be groomed for the family practice while his son, the fourth, was already neck deep in it. The Hardesty's and the McGregor's, Evelyn's family, had been on first name basis from the very beginning, so his family were frequent house guests over the years. His grandson and I knew each other and in fact, young L. Norman had lost his virginity in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon while the adults were downstairs chattering. But that was another story. After a few pleasantries we got down to business, agreeing to meet at one for lunch in his office and we'd go over the finalization of her will. I then explained the situation with Brett being a runaway and explained the rudimentary outline of a plan that had been running through my mind. He asked me the aunt's name and Brett's, the former I'd found out by doing a little Sherlock-ing. "Let me make some phone calls and we'll talk about it at lunch." I found Brett outside with John, the older man wiping down the already gleaming Bentley, and listening intently to what John was saying. John was good with kids, had been great with me as well as his own son, who had grown up on the property. He knew a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff and was more than willing to share his knowledge. "Are we ready John," I asked him as I approached, admiring for the hundred and tenth time the gleaming bodywork of the car. I didn't care at all for the new Rolls or Bentley's, feeling that after the mid sixties they just lost character. The `sixty three S3 was a beautiful car in my estimation. Max and Evelyn had thought so as well, purchasing the car when it was new and rarely taking it out. Neither of them had ever driven it, John always doing the driving. I had driven the car regularly, generally in the early morning hours on a Saturday or Sunday and with John always riding shotgun. It was the smoothest thing I'd ever been in. "Brett, how about you taking the dogs in the house and letting Harriet know that we're leaving now," John asked. Brett smiled and nodded his head and whistled , the dogs coming right to him and followed him in through the utility room door. Once he was out of earshot, John said, "He's a good boy Derek, much like you were at that age. It's a pity that he's been dealt the cards that he has but I suspect that you have a plan." John knew me pretty well and he'd always supported me one hundred and ten percent. He probably figured that I'd had sex with Brett but whether or not I had was none of his concern in his opinion. I explained what I was thinking, short sweet and to the point. He seemed to think on that awhile then nodded his head. "It's not un thinkable Derek. I assume that you'll be talking with Norm this afternoon about it?" I nodded my head, as the back door slammed shut and Brett came running up through the breezeway. "Good," John finished. "Good." "Gosh this car is so quiet and so smooth," Brett commented as we glided along the freeway heading toward one of the larger malls in search of clothes for the boy. I chuckled and agreed with him because it was. The search for clothes was fairly uneventful except for a short little cock sucking in a dressing room while Brett was trying on underwear. Clearly, briefs were out of the question and boxers didn't quite keep him contained either, the head of his cock dropping out of the leg hole. I'd purchased a pair of boxer briefs for him to try on and he did, turning and looking at himself in the mirror while I all but stared at the fabric that was outlining his terrific ass and then the front, that was sagging from the weight of his cock. "How do they feel," I asked him. "Good. They feel pretty comfortable D," he said as he cupped the bulging front of the dark blue briefs. I reached out and cupped him as well, feeling the warmth from his body and the bulk of flesh that resided inside the cloth. "Mmmmm," he said as I fondled him, feeling him respond. I reached behind him with my other hand and felt his butt, squeezing the fleshy orbs while I rubbed and squeezed at the front. I finally stopped and reached my hand down inside the front of briefs and pulled them down underneath his balls and watched as his cock stretched out to its full length. I chuckled to myself at how young teenage boys can respond so fucking fast. I got to my knees, took hold of the sausage in one hand and put my mouth over the fat head and began bobbing just on the head and about one inch of the shaft. "OH gosh oh gosh D," he whispered. "God I'm gonna cum really quick." I was counting on that and kept up my efforts, squeezing his balls as if to coax his sperms out of their hiding place. Holding on to my head, Brett moved his hips in tandem with my sucking, gently fucking into my mouth. He groaned out as he came, spurting into my mouth in four solid jets before things slowed to a dribble, and I cleaned that up until he giggled from the tickling. I let go, reluctantly, and stood then pulled the underwear front back up over his cock. Needless to say the briefs weren't designed to contain almost ten inches of soft boy cock let alone a baseball bat. Brett looked down and laughed. "I don't think we'll find anything to hold it in when it's hard like that D." I gave him a weird look then signaled for him to lower his voice. After all, we weren't at home. He got a funny look on his face and mouthed "sorry" but didn't appear overly concerned about his faux pas. Six hundred dollars later we had everything from socks to a winter coat, and everything in between. The bags were loaded in the trunk and soon we were headed downtown to Norms office. "What are we gonna put this stuff in when I have to go wherever I'm going to go D?" he asked out of simple curiosity. I told him that we'd get some luggage of some kind when we knew more about what his future looked like. John dropped us off at the private entrance for the Bank Of America tower where a liveried doorman opened the car door for us. As I got out John said that while he was heading out to pick of Max's ashes he'd call Harriet to discuss the situation and would call me with an answer, which was most likely going to go the way I originally planned it. Ten minutes later, after the fastest fucking elevator ride in the city, we exited on the seventy first floor, where deep pile carpets, rich woodwork and quality artwork were the standard. A well dressed and elegant middle aged receptionist checked her list, found us, then directed me down the hall to Hardesty Inc, Norms offices, where his receptionist greeted us and immediately escorted us down another hall and ushered us into Norms huge Southwest corner office. In his senior years, Norm sort of reminded me of James Whitmore the character actor, what with his wavy white hair and matching bushy eyebrows. I hadn't see him in a couple of years so the old gent scooted out from behind his monstrous antique desk and gave me a warm hug then turned to introduce himself to Brett, who was apparently awestruck at the view. Can't say as I blamed him. Unless you've been in an airplane, you don't get much higher in Seattle. "I'm a little hungry so what say we get lunch out of the way first." Brett and I agreed with him so we left and headed up to the seventy sixth floor to the Columbia Tower Club; exclusively private, expensive, with incredible food and a crème de la crème member list. Talk was light, more about catching up than anything else, and about half way through one of the best meals I'd ever eaten my cell phone chimed. It was John who said that the longer term option was satisfactory. I thanked him and told him I'd call when we were finished. Later, Brett got wrapped up in a computer game in an adjacent office while Norm and I talked. The short story was that I was now a multi millionaire and not just on paper. Aside from the house in Edmonds there were some commercial properties and residences in desirable locations. There was a healthy portfolio of very healthy blue chip stocks, which John's son Gabe was managing, as well just under six and a half million dollars in various bank accounts, many overseas, which were accruing interest at healthy rate. "While you get the house, John and Harriet are allowed lifetime residency. Unless, in the unlikely even that it's proven that they are, or have been, committing any crimes on or against the property in which case you may have them ejected. At the very least they are to be able to use the carriage house as their quarters. Both have also been bequeathed a quarter of a million dollars each and Gabe one hundred thousand dollars." He handed me a sealed envelope with my name written on it in Max's crabbed scrawl. "I don't know what's in there, only that I was to give it to you at this time. All in all I would guess your net worth somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty five million, give or take. Now, about the boy. I made a few inquiries. He is what he appears to be, a nice kid, gets good grades in school, has no juvenile police record, and the aunt is willing to relinquish custody to the state. I talked to five (his grandson) who is an administrative judge for the state department of social and health services, God only knows when he'll get that out of his system, and he says that getting custody won't be a problem. He said to give you his warmest regards by the way." I bet he did. "He will push the paperwork through for either Harriet or John unless they decide to get married in which case they would be the foster parents together. If they decided to legally adopt at a later date they could. Aren't they concerned about raising a fourteen year old at their age?" He didn't wait for an answer. "In any case the entire thing can be finished in less than a week once you give the go ahead." Without another word I pulled out my cell phone and called John and gave him the lowdown, including the marriage part. He told me that while marriage had been discussed often enough, they hadn't made any real plans for it so go ahead and make Harriet the single foster parent. I hung up and gave Norm the information who in turn made a phone call and ordered the papers to be taken to the aunt and signed immediately and copies fedexed to him and a set to his grandson. I was a little curious about that and when he hung up I asked. Norm smiled and said that he already had all Brett's information that was needed for the release and that it was simply a matter of filling in the boxes on the papers and getting them signed, which most likely would be finished within twenty four hours. "When you've been in the business as long I have your hard earned contacts pay off in expediency. I'll call five and let him know that we're on track for later this week. He'll handle the case. Don't you have any concerns that he might not want what you're offering?" Norm could change tack quickly but I knew what he was asking. "Not really now but the fact is that no matter what, he isn't going back to the aunt so the release papers will have to be done regardless. Let's call him in right now and see how he feels about it all." Norm got up and went to the door into the room where Brett was and called him in. Once the boy was settled comfortably in the overstuffed chair I told him what was going on. "Have you given any more thought about what you want or plan to do Brett?" I asked him, receiving a sideways shake of his head in response. "What do you think about staying at the house?" His grey eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. "You mean live with you D?" he asked with some excitement in his voice. "No, not exactly since I have to go back to Hawaii and right now taking you with me isn't an option." His eyes closed a little and his brows knitted giving a physical appearance to his curiosity. I went on. "Harriet and John are willing to be foster parents for you Brett, which means you would be staying at the house. I would be visiting quite a few times throughout the year and of course you could still come to Hawaii for visits, maybe even spend the summer and of course we could talk by phone a lot as well." He was nodding his head as I talked, as if silently agreeing to each of the points that I made. When I was finished he was quiet for awhile then finally said, "I wish you would be there too D but I understand that you have things in Hawaii that you need to do but yes, I'd like living with Harriet and being with John too." I could sense the disappointment in his voice but it was the best I had to offer the boy and probably the best offer he'd ever get. We all continued a little more small talk then I called John who said he would be downstairs in ten minutes. We thanked Norm and fifteen minutes later were back on the freeway, headed north toward home. Brett was less than his bubbly self and I assumed that it was because I wasn't going to be involved in his life on a day to day basis once I went back home. When I asked him if he was okay he turned and smiled at me, nodding his head. "Yes I am D. I guess I'm just kinda in shock a little bit. I mean just yesterday I was a run away boy with no place to go and no idea what I was gonna do and now I have a home, and not just a home but a mansion and people who really want me. It's like a fairy tale sorta, ya know?" He moved across the burgundy leather seat and snuggled next to me. "Thank you D. I really mean that." I had no doubt that he did. Back at the house, Harriet greeted us at the front door and gave Brett another of her asphyxiating hugs then stepping back said, "I'm glad that you'll be staying with us Brett. It will be lovely having a teenager around the house again. You can have your choice of bedrooms on the third floor, or anywhere else in the house for that matter but," and she looked at me, "I would suggest the front corner room." I nodded and when Brett asked what that was I suggested that we go up and look. I surprised the boy by pushing on one of four dozen small engraved panels on the intricately carved wall that separated the entry from the living room. A section of the wall slid silently open revealing an elevator, large enough to hold a hospital bed, originally installed for Evelyn's mother in her declining years and of course used by Evelyn. "Cool," was all Brett could say. We exited on the third floor about ten feet down the hall from my room. We turned left and headed down the wide hallway coming to the end, which was by no mean the end of the house. We entered through the large, arched door on the right in to an expansive, airy room. Inside the door and about six feet to the left was a wall that projected about twelve feet into the room. On it, was a built in desk and shelving all done in polished walnut. About half way down the wall on the right was a small fireplace, one of about ten in the house and on the wall above it a ten foot long and four foot high mirror in an ornate gilded frame . The kind sized bed was on a dais in the far left corner of the room and thus the corner of the house. The entire front edge platform that it sat on was curved, reaching from wall to wall, the three steps to the top of the platform following the entire arc. The bed frame was itself was fairly elaborate, a hold over from the nineteenth century, and the headboard had an area for books as well as three hidden storage places which I put to good use as a teenager. Huge, arched windows graced both walls that looked outside and two smaller ones inside the large ones, opened onto a small balcony on the front of the house. The rest of the open space was sittin area while the bathroom and walk in closet were behind the wall that the desk was on, the overall design similar to the master suite, the layout being small and somewhat varied. "Wow, this will be my room?" Brett asked, almost breathless. I nodded my head. Unless you want something different but I'll tell you what, after the master suite this is the best of the rest. This was my room all through high school and college. I have great many memories of this room." "I bet you do," Brett replied with a smile. "Gosh, this is so great," he said as he walked about the room, touching chair, running his fingers along the fireplace mantel and just looking around. "Go check out the bed," I told him and when he did, his face broke into a huge smile. "It's a waterbed," he cried as he flopped backward onto it. Indeed it was. Max had a mattress custom made to fit the frame and I noticed as I approached the bed that the dual heating units underneath it had been turned on. I flopped down on the bed next to Brett and facing him. "So. Do you think you can live here?" I asked him. He had rolled to face me and responded, "Yes, I can D. I wish you were going to be here with me but I can do it. I had sort of hoped that we could be, well, you know, like lovers or something." He reached out and rubbed the front of my jeans. "Of course since you aren't leaving for a while you can still be my lover and my teacher and stuff." "If you keep that up you're gong to get a lesson right now," I told him, my cock responding to his ministrations. "Ooohhh good. I need another lesson teacher," he said as his hand moved to the fly of my jeans and unzipped it. "I think you should close the door first," I told him. While he bounded off the bed and went to close the door, I kicked off my shoes and got more comfortable on the bed. Brett skipped back across the floor and leapt onto the dais where he kicked off his new Sketchers and lay down next to me, his hand going straight for my zipper to continue what he'd started. Once opened he slipped his hand inside and began rubbing my rapidly inflating cock from the outside of my underwear. Deciding there wasn't enough room he unsnapped my jeans and pulled the flap wide open and returned to what he was doing, which lasted all of about ten seconds before he got to his knees. He grabbed the rim of my pants and started tugging them down so I lifted my ass to help him. He pushed my pants to my knees and lay back down and went back to rubbing on me then slipped his hand up inside the wide leg of my boxers and found my balls, which he cupped and squeezed gently then moved north, his fingers finding the base of my shaft. I spread my legs as much as I could to give him access but neither of us was quite satisfied. Then there was the fact that Brett's cock had inflated and was seriously cramping the boy's style. "I need to get out of these pants D. My cock doesn't have any room to move." He got up off the bed and tugged his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop, his rock hard cock bounding out to greet the world the like a Great Dane. For my part I removed my boxers and since Brett was taking his shirt off, I peeled mine off as well. I watched with admiration as he moved back to the bed, his slender smooth young body being led by his big hard dick. He lay down next to me and went back to work, rubbing on my balls and stroking my cock while I just let him explore as he needed to. He finally lowered his head as he raised up my small one and licked the precum that was leaking out. "Boy you sure make a lot of stuff D," he said then took the head into his mouth and held it there while his tongue went about exploring the silky flesh. I enjoyed totally what the boy was doing with my body but I really wanted to enjoy his as well. "Brett, turn around so I can suck your cock too," I told him. The cute young thing did as I asked and in moments I was looking closely as one of the most magnificent cocks I'd ever had the pleasure to, well, pleasure. His large balls hung loosely onto his upper thigh, the swollen head of his cock level with his flat belly button. I started on the soft smooth sac o' nuts, licking the eggs inside, pushing them around with my tongue as I felt Brett return to licking and sucking on my cock head. Like most young boys when they first discover boy sex, Brett was sort of fixated on my cock. I grasped onto his swollen boyhood and pulled it toward me, slowly stroking the thick shaft while I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. The new feeling caused Brett to stop the action on my cock, although he didn't take his mouth away from it. I finally let the fat nugget plop out and moved upward, licking at the base of his cock while still stroking the center of it. As I held the thing, I wondered briefly how it would feel shoved up my ass, pushed in to the hilt and his smooth young balls resting against my skin. My cock throbbed at the thought. Then I wondered about rimming the boy, running my tongue over the crinkled muscle of his virgin hole. I rapidly calculated how long it had been since we showered, which was about five hours before. Just at the edge for me between edible and non edible. I decided to put it off for another time. I moved my body away from his slightly and pulled the shaft down so that I could have access to his cock head. I took it into my mouth and suckled him, just like I had in the dressing room. As usual he was ready to blow almost immediately. "Stop a sec D," he said. "I want you to cum first, okay?" I told him that was fine but the thing was, it would take forever. "Tell you what. How about if I jack off and when I'm about ready to cum you can take over. How's that?" He readily agreed so I went to work, one hand a stroking, the other fondling. Fondling Brett of course. It didn't take all that long. It rarely does when we do it ourselves. "Okay, take me home Brett," I told him. I kept playing with his balls, sliding my finger underneath and running it along the seam of flesh that ended at his butt hole. He actually opened his legs a little bit for me while he stroked my cock and I worked my fingers over his sensitive flesh "It's there baby," I whispered to him, "go ahead and jack me faster, harder." I felt the tingle, felt the swelling of my cock as the liquid tore up the inside of the shaft and the white reproductive goo reached daylight, spurting out into the air and landing on my belly. Brett put his mouth over the nozzle and kept stroking me, directing my sperm into his mouth. He did a very credible job that time, managing to swallow most of my offering. As usual the fun was over and the sensitivity started in. However, I was much more used to it that the inexperienced young teenager, than most young teenagers. "The taste isn't so bad is it D, kinda salty like and dry, if that makes sense." It did, and I told him so. He had turned around and faced me then leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips, pulled away, looked in my eyes then went back for seconds. I put and arm around his shoulders and held him to me while I kissed him back, my tongue pushing its way into his mouth and playing tag with his tongue. Brett caught onto the game quickly and was soon panting loudly. I finally broke the kiss off and pushed him onto his back and got down to the business of sucking his cock. I stroked him while my lips paid service to his swollen cock head, almost purple from the amount of blood that it contained. "Oh god oh god that feels so good D," he moaned out as I suckled him, holding my lips as tight as I could as my mouth slipped back and forth over the sensitive rim of his cock head. "OH man I'm cumming," He panted and then he was there. He thrust his hips in the air as though that would enhance his orgasm, pushing up as his sperm blasted into my mouth and splashed off the back of my throat before I managed to swallow it. He gave up good four jets of his fresh squeezed juice before it slowed down and so I slowed down on the stoking but stopped sucking, just keeping the sensitive head in my mouth. I really did love sucking cock and eating a young boy's cum, Brett's adolescent cock and sperm no different than any other boy. He finally started giggling and pushed my head away, the sensitivity too much for the inexperienced young teen. He moved up along side of me and kissed me again, this one a softer, more tender thank you kiss not destined to stimulate. "Being sexy with you is so awesome D. It's everything that I ever dreamed of, honest." I hugged him to me, his half hard cock pressing against my belly. "I'm glad Brett. I like being with you too." We finally untangled, went into the bathroom and cleaned off, then got dressed and went back downstairs and found all of the bags of Brett's new clothes sitting on the huge antique wooden bench to the side of the door opposite the stairway. "Leave those for now Brett," I told him and headed through the dining room to the kitchen where I found Harriet and John having coffee and, I knew, waiting for us. "There's some soda in the fridge Brett," Harriet told him as I headed for the coffee. We all sat down at the kitchen table and the discussion started. "So, the way I understand it," I began, "is that you Harriet will be granted temporary foster care for Brett under the special circumstance clause. That should be done within the week." She nodded her head while Brett had a kind of stricken look on his face. I held my finger in the air cautioning him to wait then went on. "We'll all know within ninety days if this is a good fit or not and assuming it is then permanent foster care will be awarded. If at sometime adoption becomes an option then we'll cross that bridge although I doubt it would pose any kind of problem." I looked at Brett. "You need to understand that these two people are going to make the day to day decisions for you and they are doing so in my stead. I can't foster parent anyone because I'm a not a citizen of this state. For anything major in your life, Harriet will talk to me but understand this, contacting me for something that Harriet or John are not agreeing to will get you nowhere. I tried that with Max and got the only real chewing out of my life from her." Harriet and John both smiled at the memory. No body said anything about what would happen if things didn't work out. The three adults present were good judges of character and regardless of the fact that we'd only known the boy for twenty four hours we all felt confident that it would work. For his part, Brett would be determined to make it work, another judgment that we all felt about the boy. "Any questions Brett?" He nodded his head so I suggested that he go put his new clothes away as I had things to discuss with John and Harriet. He asked if he could use the elevator and I said that it was fine but that it wasn't to be used except for moving larger or unwieldy things to the upper floors. I then told him which panel to push to open the door. Once he was gone I explained the situation with the other two. "As you both already know I am the sole heir to Max's estate. I have no intention of moving back here anytime soon nor do I have any intentions of selling the house or making any other major changes. I know that Max had already given each of you some of her personal possessions but there's more that I don't think you know about." The two of them looked at each other and then at me and I went about explaining the contents of the will to them. "So, if you wish to leave you have the money to live elsewhere and have my blessings if that's what you choose at any time." Of course they both shook their heads saying that they had no intention of leaving. "Brett. Well I guess we all feel pretty good about that. We need to discuss private versus public school but I guess we should include him in that discussion. You both know me well, had a large hand in raising me. I doubt that you'll need me for much of anything in his regard. Needless to say I will okay any increase in the basic household budget that either you of you feel is necessary." I knew that the operating account for the house was kept at about five grand and I also knew that it was more than sufficient. "I'm also increasing your monthly stipend." The both shook their heads in protest. Hell they were each being paid three thousand a month with no expenses to speak of but I loved them and I knew that they had talked of traveling, having been tied to the house and Max for so many years. "Is it time to bring on some new full time help Harriet?" I asked her. We'd had a plethora of part timers over the years, some of them having been with us for ten or more years, coming in when Harriet felt the need for them. I thought perhaps it was time to give Harriet a break even though Max had approached her with the same offer over the years and been denied each time. "Yes Derek," she said with a smile, "I do think that maybe it's time. I have a couple of people in mind that I trust completely." "John?" I asked the older man. He nodded his head. "There are a few things that I could use help with and I think I'd like to hire out the basic yard maintenance." I nodded my head and things were quiet for a moment as they looked at each other. "What?" I asked. "Well," John said, "Its like this. Uumm, aahhhh..." "The back stairs are getting to be too much for the old boy," Harriet jumped in, "We would like to, well, shack up, I think is the current term." I laughed at John's discomfort, a situation that he very rarely found himself in. "But of course," I answered them, "Certainly you may. Here in the house or in your quarters John?" They felt that the main house would be best since they were going to be raising a teenager again.. My mind jumped backwards a frame or so. "What back stairs?" I knew of at least two out of the way staircases so was curious as to which one they were referring to. When John said the one going out to the carriage house I was floored. "What? I exclaimed. "I didn't know about any hidden staircase or passageway that led to the carriage house." "What's up?" Brett asked, coming into the kitchen at that moment. "Come on, I'll show you?" John said getting up from the table. "What's going on?" Brett asked again. "There are a number of hidden staircases in this house that are known only to those who live here." "Cool" Brett interrupted. "John is going to show me one that I didn't know existed." "Well, you know about the one that goes up to the second floor servants quarters," John said as went to the wall next to the refrigerator and pressed on it, the spring loaded panel popping open and revealing a small six foot square room with a heavily carpeted and somewhat narrow staircase leading upward. Like the rest of the house, the tiny room and staircase walls were paneled nicely. John reached up about six feet and pressed what turned out to be a small button and the paneled wall opposite the staircase silently slid open about three inches, enough to grasp the edge and push it open, which he did. He reached inside and turned on an old fashioned light switch that illuminated the steep stairs and what appeared to be a hallway at the bottom. Unlike the other staircase, these were uncarpeted but solid and made no noise as we all descended single file to the bottom where we moved off down a narrow tunnel. The smell of dampness and mildew was pretty strong down there and the evidence of the dampness very clear on the heavy wood planks that made up the walls and ceiling. Thirty feet or so later another staircase led up to a small landing. Here John pushed on a wall that opened into the garage proper, said wall being the one that the myriad of garden tools was hung on. Still another staircase led to the quarters above the carriage house and coming out in John's room. "According to Max, who of course got it from Evelyn, the original master of the house, being a merchant sailor and ship's captain for some years, had a penchant for teenage boys and so had the tunnel and stairway built so that he could visit his stable boys whenever he felt the need. Remember, back then such unions were fairly common although not talked about and remember too that well to do women of the day didn't necessarily find sex all that exciting, at least where their husbands were concerned." "So, pederasty comes to the house easily," I commented to which John replied, "So it would seem." "I always wondered how Gabe managed to happen," I said, John getting embarrassed by my statement. "I mean I figured that you two were lovers, I just didn't know how the hell you did it. You were so careful." I assumed that Max knew. "So, I said, leaping forward a couple of notches, "There must be another staircase from the master suite that connects with the servants staircase." "Yup there is. Come on, I'll show you." He headed back down and then up, showing me how to close the doors as we went, ending up on the second floor landing by the servants quarters while another set of stairs went up five steps and made a ninety degree turn to the left. He first pushed on a wall to show us where it opened onto a small kitchenette that was originally for the servants use. Again, John reached up, found a button on the opposite wall and a panel opened up to reveal a narrow metal spiral staircase which we climbed. At the top, with John and I crowded on the landing he found and pushed another button that opened a panel a crack then pushed it open and we entered the master suite from behind a hidden panel in the closet where clothes would have been hung. I was totally blown away by the whole thing and said so. "Well, things like this were very common back then. In fact it wasn't unknown for the mistress of the house to make a nocturnal trip to the servants quarters or even out to the carriage house or have one of the hired help meet her up here. There's a similar staircase in your room as well." I must have had a look of disbelief on my face because he laughed and motioned us to follow him after showing me the narrow channels at the very top of the panel that allowed one to close them from the outside. The inside had a small handle for such purposes. We went out through the master suite where he showed me where the other set of stairs came out next to the elevator. We continued down the hall to the other end of the house. "You know about this one," he said, pushing in a panel in the hallway that popped open to reveal a narrow staircase headed downward. The panels were spring loaded so that they could be opened easily if one's hands were full or other wise occupied. They could easily be pushed open from the inside and had a small handle built in to pull them closed, full hands or not. Needless to say the stairways were put there more for the servants convenience that anything else. It allowed them to move about the house doing their work without being seen by or interrupting the quests. We went into my old room, Brett's new one, where John popped a panel in my hanging closet that revealed a narrow hallway that appeared to go nowhere. At the end he pushed on a panel that opened into a similar closet in the bedroom across the hall, explaining that midnight trysts often took place among guests that stayed in the house. In fact, assignment of rooms was often done with a specific tryst in mind. He pulled the panel closed, found yet another button and a part of the hall wall slid open to reveal a short staircase, which we went down. At the bottom he pushed a button and another panel slid open to reveal the servants staircase he had just showed me outside my bedroom door. From there we went down to the second floor landing where he pushed on a panel that opened onto the second floor hallway at the opposite end of the house from the servants quarters. Another staircase continued down to the first floor. Another button caused another panel to slid open to reveal yet another staircase that led down to a long narrow passageway on the first floor. "We must be somewhere near the theater," I told him." He said I was correct then continued down the passageway to where it ended. There was a small, narrow window there and peeping through I saw that we were behind the bar in the game room. "A two way mirror," I exclaimed and John said yes. He reached down and slid a panel aside and we crept through, this doorway only three feet high and hidden under the back bar. "God that's incredible," I told him. He chuckled and said, "There's more. Did you notice anything special in the stairwells?" I hadn't and shook my head. Brett had though and said so. "Yeah, the lights were on." "Correct. It was quite ingenious and always somewhat ahead of it's time since the electric lights were first installed but the idea was, the lights would go on automatically when a door was popped open and would stay on until the next door popped open. Over the years the electronics were improved so now the lights are pressure sensitive with monitors under each landing and each step. The lights go out automatically when no sensor has been tripped for sixty seconds." "At the very top of the secret door is small pin hole. That way, the master, or the mistress for that matter, could tell if someone was in the stairway before they opened the secret panel. There may be more secrets passages in this house that I don't know about, in fact, I'd be surprised if there wasn't. "Originally there were other outbuilding so there may have been tunnels and passageways built to them as well. The land has been sold off over the years so now there's no way to tell. "Are there other things I should know about the property John, as long as we're on the subject." John didn't think so, everything was going fairly along smoothly, although Max had talked about applying for the house to be listed on the state register of historic places, mostly because of the architecture of the house. Also there was a huge storage area in the basement that still contained unused furniture, the original toilets and bathtubs and things of that nature and did I want to do anything about either of those things. "Lets continue to look into the historical thing and maybe in the next few days you and I can take a look in the basement. You know, I don't think I went down there more than once and that right after I moved in," I told him." It was rather a scary place, a mix of cavernous rooms and small nooks and cranny's and of course the huge heating systems for the house, solarium and pool. "On another track, is there anything that you need, or that needs repairing?" He allowed as how the pickup could stand replacing and unless I was planning on doing any camping sometime soon, I might want to consider selling the camper. Now that they had a teenager in the house, a vehicle that was a little more family oriented might be in order as well. So, I made some on the spot decisions. We'd trade the Z8 in and get a 7 series BMW, something that Harriet could drive if need be, although John drove her almost everywhere. Trade in the truck and the camper on a new pickup, one that he felt would meet the needs of the house. I was partial to the Bentley and didn't want to part with it and John agreed with me. As for the house it was in good shape. John had kept a close eye on it over the years and knew every nook and cranny. "So. We're good to go?" He nodded his head. "Okay then, lets take care of the car things tomorrow. We'll do the car first then the truck. Any idea what you'd like to have?" John allowed as how he felt comfortable sticking with Dodge and I agreed with him. So that was settled. "I'm glad that you're here John. I'm glad that you and Harriet want to stay, not just for Brett but for me, for the house. I really appreciate it." He wasn't used to praise and I could see he was uncomfortable so I let it go at that and we both headed toward the house, opting for the kitchen entrance. Over dinner we discussed the car situation and Harriet stated clearly that she didn't care one way or the other as she had no intention of driving. She did like the idea of pursuing the historical piece since Max had been considering it for some time. Later that evening Brett and I watched A Beautiful Thing in the entertainment room. It was a British film about two gay boys little older than Brett. We sat snuggled on a sofa eating popcorn and at the end we both had a tear in our eyes, happy for the young lovers. Afterwards we helped each other undress for bed, which delayed the "going to sleep" process considerably, although the shower we took would have had the same effect. It started with a simply hug, standing in the windows of the widow's walk and looking out at the lights of Edmonds and on the other side of the sound. We could see a ferry midway between the two sides, almost impossible to tell which way it was going unless you stared at it for a long time. We were standing side by side, his arm around my waist and mine draped over his shoulder as he leaned into me. I was absently moving my fingers back and forth, grazing across his nipple, and could feel the little nubbin harden slightly. Brett giggled. "That feels kinda good D," he said. "I never knew my nipples could feel like that." He leaned harder into me and his hand slipped down to my butt and gently squeezed on one cheek. "I like how your butt feels D. It's pretty firm for an old guy." I pinched his nipple causing him to flinch and giggle again and then he was in my arms, head up turned, both his hands on my ass and pulling me to him. I dropped my head and kissed him and within seconds it turned into a wide open mouthed, tongue battling, lip bruising kiss. His hand moved to the front and rubbed on my cock while I did the same to him, and still we kissed. Soon it was both of his hands working at my jeans unbuttoning and unzipping, almost frantically, searching for my hardened flesh. My own hands were in motion as well and it became a little complicated and awkward but like all lovers in a state of excitement we managed, and soon both rampant cocks were out in the air and being lovingly stroked. With one hand I pushed my jeans down to get my balls out of their confined space and allow them to hang free and once mine were done, I did the same for Brett. Without a word we both managed to shove both pants and underwear to the floor before going back to stroking, fondling, and squeezing each other. And back to kissing. I loved the feel of Brett's slender young boy's butt, and groped at it while I stroked his throbbing teenage cock, our tongues back to fighting each other at the other end. I let my fingers trail up and down his crack, my finger tips slipping inside just a little bit, teasing him, tickling him. Brett's breathing was coming faster and becoming shallower as his heat level rose. I wanted to introduce the boy to anal stimulation, first a finger, then maybe a tongue and eventually all eight inches of rock hard dick. The room on the widow's walk wasn't the place to do any of those things. It might have been had I been prepared but the fact was, I wasn't. "Let's go down to my bed," I breathed into his ear and without a word, he broke contact with me, bent and picked up his clothes and headed for the stairs. I was right behind him, watching those glorious orbs of flesh sway as he walked down the stairs. At the bottom he dropped his clothes and turned to wait for me, ten inches of steel hard cock sticking out from his slender boy's body like a branch on a tree. He'd peeled his t-shirt off as he neared the bottom, standing and waiting for me in all of his young teenage glory. Fuck I loved boys. My shirt was off by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs and we met again, this time no cloth to get between us. His cock stabbed at me as we moved into each other's body, and we both giggled. I moved it off to the side so that it stuck out like a hat rack between our bodies. He was warm to the touch, and I reveled in the heat he was sharing with me. I bent and picked him up, my hands cupped under his butt, and was amazed at how light he was. Brett giggled like a school girl, his arms thrown around my neck, his legs around my waist, his fucking goddamn big cock nearly poking me under the chin while my cock head grazed lightly against his butt. I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently then knelt above him. I kept my eyes locked on his as my finger trailed very lightly down over his nipples and onto his flat belly, working down each side of his cock but not touching the pole itself. I moved south, touching the edges of his sparse pubic next then down into the crease of his inner thigh, alongside his fat balls. Brett automatically opened his legs, his body wiggling and squirming as I stimulated him, some tickling, some more erotic. I slipped down his inner thigh to his knee then back up the other side stopping as I got to his soft smooth balls and went underneath them. I lifted the sac up with the back of my hand while my fingers trailed up and down on the seam of flesh that runs down the scrotum to the asshole. Little sounds of mewing and groaning and moaning escaped from the boy's throat as I kept up the stimulation, his eyes closed in order to block all sensory input except what I was doing to him. I was close enough to the headboard to slide open a little door and retrieve the lube that I'd placed there the first night I was in the house. Hey, you never know what's likely to come up. As I regained my balance I allowed a finger to slide further down and burrow between Brett's cheeks, heading for his hole. The boy spread his legs even wider to give me access to his hidden portal as my finger reached it and grazed across it's crinkled surface. Using my thumb, I popped the cap on the lube, reached over and down, and poured some onto the middle finger of my other hand, which went straight to the boy's muscle and slipped inside up to the first knuckle. Brett's eyes flew open, if half shut from lust could be considered open. "You okay with this?" I asked him as I wiggled the inserted finger tip for emphasis. He nodded his head then closed his eyes again. I slipped the finger in all the way, the knuckles of my hand pressed against his cheeks. I started the motion, sliding out then going back in, slowly. The sounds coming from the young boy grew louder and more frequent. While I continued that movement I popped open the lube again and placed the bottle under my chin, and using my head as leverage, squeezed some lube into my free hand then used that palm to close it up again before letting it drop to the bed between my legs. I decided to give the hot and horny young virgin a double dose of stimulation and wrapped my lubed palm around his swollen cock head and stroked it at the same time I massaged his prostate. That about did the cute young teen in. His eyes flew open as his hands gripped the bed sheets and he groaned loudly. I moved so that I was straddling one of his legs and began finger fucking him a little faster as my other hand stroked the head and about four inches of his thick shaft. Needless to say the over stimulation took him to sperming level immediately. "Ooohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck," he groaned out as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thrust his slender hips upward. And he spermed. Boy did he sperm. Even though he'd already cum three times that day he managed another, his balls giving up four jets of fresh boy sperm, the first one hitting him on the chin. Of course since his cock head was at least half way to his cute smooth face that in itself wasn't the feat but the fact that he'd already cum three times that day showed that this fourth shot was enhanced by the new stimulation that he was experiencing. His show quickly over, I left my finger in his ass and scooped up his cum with my other hand and began stroking my own throbbing cock furiously, reaching my peak fairly fast. Brett had opened his eyes and was watching as I came, sperm blasting to his lower belly and leaving a trail down into his pubes and over his balls. The next squirts hit his cock and balls, leaving the boy's entire genital area awash in my juices. I slowed my stroking and gently pulled my finger from the boy's hole, causing a slight moan from him. My cock slowed to an ooze and holding the shaft, directed the seeping head across his balls, moving the smooth hairless bag back and forth, and in effect cleaning my dripping sperm with them. "Fuck that was the most hottest and intense thing I ever felt," Brett commented in a husky voice, the feelings of lust not yet drained from his young body. "I thought you might enjoy that baby boy. I remember the first time that happened to me." "Is it like then when you have a cock in there D, when somebody fucks you?" I explained it was different from time to time and depending on what was put in there but generally it was pretty intense. "Are you gonna fuck me D? Will your big cock fit inside my butt?" "Whether or not I fuck you will be entirely up to you and yes, my cock would fit inside of you, just as yours would fit inside me. I think," I added with a theatrical pause and a laugh. I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with warm washcloth and proceeded to clean the boy off. It took a couple of trips but I managed a credible job, the sperm sticking in his pubic hair the worst, as we all well know, and causing him to moan when I cleaned off his puckered little butt hole. By the time I finished cleaning myself off and returned to the bedroom Brett's breathing had smoothed out and he was drifting off to sleep. I smiled to myself and decided to go ahead and take a shower. Living in Hawaii, I was used to showering at night before bed and often in the morning as well. It was a hard habit to break. I turned the lamps off in the bedroom, did a quick turn in the shower then went back into the bedroom to turn off the light as I got ready to hit the sack. It was there, on an end table in the sitting room, that I found the envelope that Norm had given that afternoon as we finished up our business. I tore it open and found a hand written note in Max's scrawl and a key. "My dearest Derek, Obviously, I have passed on or you wouldn't be reading this. I want to thank you so much for bringing such joy into my life. Having you around was always a pleasure but having you live with me those almost ten years was an absolute God send. After Evelyn died I couldn't seem to muster much purpose. You gave me that Derek, and much more. I could never have asked for a more polite and trouble free young person in my life and you will never truly know how grateful I was to have you in my life. Putting all that aside, there is one last thing that I have for you, the last of Evelyn's legacy. What you choose to do with it of course is up to you. Had you not been gay, like Evelyn and I, the decision would have been easier for all of us but we were and you are gay and so... Go to the built in dresser on the left wall of the closet. Place your hands in the middle on each side and push down firmly. You will feel the entire unit move downward about an inch which will allow the dresser to then swing outward. The key in this envelope will fit the lock on the door that you'll find there. God bless you my son and the very best of luck in all your endeavors. All my love, Max. I felt my throat and my chest constrict as I read her very last words to me, not the least of which was the fact that she called me her son. It took a few minutes to regain myself before I went to the dresser that she mentioned which was to one side of the panel to the hidden staircase. I looked it over then placed my hands as she told me. I pushed down, met resistance and exerted more pressure. I felt the unit move and when I let up it moved silently toward me riding on hinges that must have been hidden in the woodwork. I pulled it open until it stopped and saw that there was in fact a small door about two feet square. I inserted the old fashioned skeleton key, turned it and opened the door. Inside was a cubby hole that held what appeared to be a small chest, similar to the kind you'd see in old pirate movies, sitting squarely on a shelf about an inch off the floor of the cubby hole. The chest's dimensions were just slightly smaller than the cubby hole so it appeared as though the hiding place had been created specifically for it. I tugged on the chest and discovered that it was fairly heavy and although it didn't move, the shelf under it did. Placing my fingers under the shelf and the other hand on the chest, I pulled and the whole works slid out of the hole which enabled me to open the lid, which I did. What I saw caused me to rock back onto my ass and sit, almost dumbfounded, and simply stare. I understood what Max had meant by her statements about being gay. Had I not been, then I would have most likely had a wife and from there possibly daughters or daughters in law. Had that been the case then the decision would have been much easier. If Max had not been gay, then I most likely would never have been placed in a position to have to make any decisions at all. I reached in and picked up one of the objects from the deep tray that was attached to the lid of the chest and looked it over carefully. I was not expert of course but the quality of the workmanship appeared to be both good and old the latter part causing me to believe that it was real, not fake. If that was the case, then the whole mess was real indeed and that meant that I had inherited a whole fucking shit load of high quality antique jewelry.