Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 13:36:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Mainland Sojourn IV This chapter introduces David, the main character in a story of mine titled David-A Boy's Story last posted on nifty on 10.09.05. David is also a main character in the later chapters of DANE last posted on nifty on 9.17.05. Both stories are in the adult youth folder. This story also references a character named MIKEL who is a prime character in MIKEL AND ANTON- posted in the gay young friends folder on 5.18.02. One of my earliest works it may be a little primitive. MIKEL is also mentioned in the last chapter of DANE and will play a large part in the next chapter of that story. ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ We lingered a little longer in the tub before climbing out and going to the shower to rinse off. Of course being in the shower, naked, hard, and anticipating some good hard sex, necessitated playing in the shower. Since both Brett and I were planning on either one or both of us getting fucked in the next hour or so, a lot of our shower play involved investigating each other's tight hole. That started with licking and that progressed to fingering, using conditioner as a lube. I explained to Brett where the prostate was and both of us were somewhat excited when he found it, both for different reasons of course. We finally got out and dried off, blew out the candles then went to the water bed to continue our investigatory endeavors but first, I turned on the light that was hidden between the headboard and wall. A very deep blue, it bathed the immediate area in a very soft light, giving off enough lamination to sort of see by and actually adding to the ambiance as opposed to detracting from it. I started out by having the darling cute young teen lube my cock and his fingers then maul my lubed up swollen cock head, while he massaged my prostate, the two activities combining to bring me to a point of being ready to cum. I needed all the hotness I could muster in order to accept his ten plus inches of rock hard teenage cock into my ass with as little pain as possible. Don't get me wrong, I'd had ten inches inside me multiple times when David and Cody were in the islands but that had been almost six months prior to my meeting Brett. I'd only been with boys in the interim and believe me; none of them were hung like this cute thing. I felt that his first safari into boy sex would be best achieved if he entered me from behind. Accordingly, I got to my hands and knees on the waterbed with Brett right behind me. I had him stop as soon as his fat cock head slipped past my sphincter. The pain, while not unbearable, was still quite palpable and I needed a moment to adjust to the invasion. Instinctively it seems, Brett reached down between us and fondled my balls, cupping and tugging gently on the smooth orbs as they hung there in open space. That certainly helped. "Okay baby boy, push it in gently," I said. Hands on my hips for support and to keep me in place, Brett did as I asked and I felt my insides fill to exploding as he pushed all the way inside of me until his pubes touched my ass. It was slightly painful, a little uncomfortable, and it felt good, all at the same time. I fully enjoyed having a large cock shoved up my ass and Brett certainly filled the bill. That he was a beautiful young teenage boy losing his virginity helped to drive the unpleasantness away. "Okay Brett. Fuck me slowly." He did as I asked, slowly pulling out about half way before returning. The boy picked up a little rhythm and began giving me a good fucking. I really wanted to see his beautiful face though; wanted to see the expressions of lust, intensity and wonder as he performed the primitive and animalistic act of reproduction. After three or four minutes I asked him to stop. "I want to see your face Brett so take your cock out slowly okay?" He did as I asked and of course I felt immediately empty once he was outside of me. I rolled to my back and pulled my legs back. "Gosh D your hole looks like a doughnut hole or something." "Yeah, no kidding," I thought to myself. "Go ahead and put it back in." I watched his face as he concentrated on his task, felt the fullness at my hole as he slipped back inside of me. "Now hold my legs back," I directed him, showing the boy the best place to do that which also helped to roll me back a little bit, giving him better access and angle. Again Brett did as I instructed and slowly moved back inside until his fuzz touched me again. It was fantastic watching the expression on his face as my tight muscle traversed the length of his cock and seeing that made the pleasure all that much more intense for me. "Okay baby boy. Fuck me," I whispered. He smiled, his eyes half closed in lust, as he started up again. Getting fucked on my old waterbed brought back memories for me of various boys who had shared that experience with me. Overall it was as good as I'd hoped it would be, the motion of the mattress helping to make the experience even better. Seeing his face as he fucked me, the feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of my ass, the sight of his slender body as he worked between my legs, the bed moving beneath me, all of it made the experience one of the best. I reached down and lovingly stroked my own rock hard cock and as Brett's breathing quickened and he picked up his pace I knew that I'd be able to cum along with him. "Go ahead baby, fuck me harder. Ram your fat cock into me Brett," I murmured. Brett pushed my legs further back and began slamming his thick boy meat into me and just before we both came, I actually contemplated taking him back to Hawaii with me. "Oh oh oh," he moaned out and I felt the pole inside of me harden slightly. I cranked up the speed on my cock and brought on my sperming; white goo, firing out onto my chest, leaving thick streaks of cum that ran down onto my own heaving belly. Brett changed is motion, moved his slim little butt around in circles, working to get as much of his shaft inside of me as he possibly could, then resumed moving in and out. In the next go round I would teach him a different position that would help but for then and there, his first piece of ass, things were good enough for both of us. As usual it was over too quickly and as Brett started to pull out I told him to hold off. "It feels good having you inside of me baby boy and I want to keep you there for awhile." I had him let my legs down then lower himself so that he could lie on top of me, something I dearly loved. Holding a cute young boy while his cock is still inside of me is one of those things to treasure but is a rarity because most boys aren't hung well enough to be able to stay there. Once their young cocks start to shrink they shrivel a little bit and squish out of me. Brett didn't have that problem at all and once he was in position we kissed a little bit then he laid his head on my shoulder and I rubbed gently on his smooth back. His cock finally did soften enough to squish out of me, causing Brett to giggle a little bit and me to moan at the loss of him, but it took more than a few minutes during which I reveled in the feel of his skin and the weight of his young body. Holding on to him, I rolled us to our sides and kissed him again but clearly he wasn't into it. "You're a sleepy boy aren't you?" I asked him. Eyes half closed, he gave me a half smile and nodded his head. "That was fantastic D. I hope it feels as good when you fuck me but I'm so sleepy. Can we wait till tomorrow?" I kissed his nose and rolled away from him. "Of course Brett, there's no hurry." I went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned his half softened cock causing him to murmur in the pleasure of the warmth and a second trip got my cum cleaned off of his smooth torso. I took a quick shower and when I got back he was sound asleep. I debated whether or not to sleep with him. On the one hand I love snuggling with a naked boy but on the other hand I wondered about giving him the opportunity of sleeping alone for the first time in that big old house. I opted for the latter, gathered up my clothes and quietly left the room, padding naked down the hall to my own room where I read for about a half hour before turning the light out. I woke in the middle of the night to find Brett snuggled up to me, sound asleep. As usual I was awake at six thirty, slipped out of bed and performed my morning ablutions then dressed in sweats and headed downstairs where I found Harriet putting bread into the oven to bake. Past experience told me that she'd probably been up since at least five. I grabbed a cup of coffee and got her to sit and talk with me. "You're okay with all of this Brett stuff?" I asked without fanfare. She nodded her head and said that it was fine and that she and John both were really looking forward to having a lively young teen around the house again. I didn't need to tell her that Brett was gay but simple said that I'd given him the same little speech that Max had given me after catching me in the living room that time. Harriet chuckled at the memory having gone into the kitchen when she and Max had come home that day, thus missing the actual event. "I also explained that I didn't want him spending time with anyone older that Jordon," I went on, which caused the black woman's eyebrow to rise; quite high too. "There's every possibility that Jordon is gay. Brett brought the subject up and I gave him permission to? explore that issue if he saw fit. I suppose I should try and get some clarification with Jordon before I go but I'm letting you know so that if you should suspect any playing around that you know that I'm aware of it." She nodded her head in understanding. That all being said, I headed down to the exercise room by the pool to get in a work out, which I'd sorely missed the past couple of days. Brett joined me in the pool where I was doing some laps after a forty minute workout. "How come you left me last night D?" he asked after I'd stopped, given him a morning kiss, then reclined against the pool steps while I caught my breath. I explained the why's of it and he nodded his head then informed me that as long I was in the house he preferred sleeping with me. I told him that was fine. He then proceeded to fondle my balls and my cock, bringing me up to full stand, none of which helped my breathing to slow much. He stuck his head underwater and began sucking on me but as soon as he came up for air I moved up out of the water for him. I managed to get him to lie beside me so that I could work on him at the same time and of course he obliged me, turning so that we both could indulge ourselves in morning sausage. Needless to say it didn't take long to get Brett to cum and I was rewarded with the warmth of his thick young sperm in my mouth. Once he was finished I relinquished the hose and jacked my cock for him and when I was ready to shoot he took over, getting the swollen head into his mouth and stroking me while I emptied my balls, Brett swallowing every single drop that time. Fifteen minutes later we entered the kitchen and sat down to fresh baked cinnamon swirl bread with eggs, sausage, bacon and home fried potatoes. "Mr. Hardesty called while you were working out Derek," Harriet told me as soon as I sat down. "He said he was just leaving his office and coming out to the house and said he was bringing some security people with him." Clearly Harriet wondered about that so I explained about the chest which prompted me to ask John, who'd joined us for breakfast, if we had a small hand truck or some other means of conveying the chest downstairs. The old guy nodded his head and said that he did. Breakfast was light and cheery with nothing of paramount importance to discuss. Afterwards John retrieved a small hand truck from the storage area and suggested that Brett go out and run the dogs a little bit while he and I headed up stairs. I was as glad to see Brett obey the older man, as I was to see John give the boy directions. Upstairs we managed to get the chest out from it's hiding spot, John commenting on how well the whole latch system had been built and causing him to wonder out loud, once again, about how many other secrets the old house held. "Darn, the thing's down right heavy Derek," he commented as we lugged it from its shelf and out onto the hand truck. Indeed it was heavy, probably in the neighborhood of a hundred fifty to two hundred pounds. We took it downstairs in the elevator then wheeled it into the office where I invited both Harriet and John to have a look at the stuff. Harriet of course was flabbergasted and John, well, it was just baubles to him. I heard Brett call out for me and yelled back to him that I was in the office and in a flash he came bursting into the room. "The lawyer dude is here D and you should see the mountain that came with him. I never saw anybody that big before in my life." Clearly the boy was impressed. I laughed and headed out to the entry hall to greet Norm and Fale, his bodyguard, driver, and all around handyman. I hadn't seen Fale for a couple of years, having referred him to Norm five years before when I'd known the big man in the Islands. He was Samoan and Fale, pronounced fall- and then a hard A no syllable, was a shortened version of his name, which was difficult to pronounce unless you were Samoan. At almost six feet ten inches tall and weighing three and half, give or take a pound, he was about the biggest man I'd ever known, and also the sweetest. Don't get me wrong. I'd never want to be on the receiving end of anything he had to offer unless it was in friendship but the fact was that Fale was as good natured and gentle as they came, even though he had been a freaking terror as a college football player for the U Dub. "Braddah," his voice boomed as we came together and he wrapped his arms around me to give me a hug, bending over to do so. "How you my braddah, been long time no see, eh." We stood back and looked at each other, me up and him down. He looked a little out of place in his custom made black silk suit and blood red shirt, his long kinky hair pulled back and wrapped into a bun that sat at the back of his huge head but he still looked good. I really loved Fale, he was a good friend. "Yes it has Fale," I responded, "yes it has." I introduced him to Brett, shook hands with Norm then led them back down the hall to my office, the dogs sniffing at Fale's heels. "Ahh, good, you're all here," Norm said as soon as he saw John and Harriet, "That'll make things a lot easier. So this must be the loot," he said as he approached the opened chest. He looked things over, clucked a little and chuckled some more then said that he'd take them with him and get them to the top antique jewelry appraiser in the city and if necessary in the country. I nodded my head, knowing that Norm would hire the best. The front door chimed and Harriet headed out to answer it causing Norm to mutter that he'd probably have to go hunt her down. She returned a moment later followed by Jordon whom I introduced around. Norm immediately asked how Jordon's grandfather was doing after a hip replacement surgery a few months before and asked Jordon to pass along his good wishes. Although Jordon had never seen Norm in his life, it came as no surprise to the boy, or me, that the attorney knew his grandfather. "Brett, could you go help Jordon get moved in please?" I asked the boy and as he nodded his blonde mop John added that he'd already moved all of his things out of the first room and suggested that Jordon go ahead and move his things in there. And then, to my eternal surprise, he winked at Brett who beamed a smile back at him. As soon as they left Norm pulled a sheaf of papers from his leather satchel and spread them out on the desk explaining that it was all of the foster care paperwork then showed Harriet where she needed to sign everything. "That was pretty fast work Norm," I said and he agreed saying that it had gone a little faster than even he had anticipated. "Apparently the aunt was more than prepared to let the kid go," he said, shaking his head in amazement. "There are no surprises here," he went on. "Everything is pretty standard although you aren't going to have to deal with the state at all; Five has taken care of everything." That meant no monetary entanglements, which was no big deal, and no intervention by well meaning social workers. "As I said before, Five will make it permanent in six months unless you, Harriet, decide to terminate." Harriet wrinkled her brows and shook her "no" at the suggestion. "Adoption is still an option as well." There was more small talk and then we headed for the front door, Fale hoisting the chest up onto his broad should as though it were a toy and in his hands it almost looked like one. "Let's go ahead and put it in the safe Fale," Norm said as we headed up the wide steps to the shiny black stretch Hummer that sat in the middle of my driveway. The hummer was Norm's security vehicle. A custom built limo, stretched out an additional twelve feet, it had a large heavy duty, Kevlar with steel reinforced box that sat over the rear axle and was expertly hidden behind the elaborate set up that made the rear seating area of the limo. It was designed to withstand a direct hit from anything smaller than a tank so a mere car crash and or fire would be no problem for it what so ever. Norm had some pretty high level clients so the box was built for carrying important or expensive things like my jewelry collection. Norm's attitude was that there was no reason to take any chances, drivers and other crazies being what they were these days. Norm also tended toward perfectionism. A large black man whom I didn't know very well was standing outside the driver's door and Norm called to him. "Solomon will you please open the safe for Fale." The big guy moved quickly to the rear of the limo, opened the hatch and leaned in, fiddled with what I don't know than backed out of the way. "When did you pick this up Norm?" I asked as Fale and Solomon maneuvered the chest into its temporary container, sealed it shut then closed the rear door. Norm explained that Fale had convinced him that the Hummer was the best way to go for what they needed, which in this case was a well armored and protected vehicle. The thing was pretty nice looking I had to admit: high gloss black with custom chrome rims and heavily smoked windows. The interior was well laid out and had a full array of modern electronics that made it a complete office on wheels. Of course Norm had a custom built Rolls Limo as well but that was for simple travel or to impress clients. The Hummer was for business such as this or when the weather made the roads dangerous. We talked a little more, Norm said he'd get back to me before I left for Hawaii, Fale said we should get together and I agreed then they piled into the Hummer, Fale in the back with Norm. Fale had proven himself when five thugs had attempted to hijack the Rolls late one night at a rest stop on their way back from Portland. Norm had left the restroom ahead of Fale and was accosted by the group. Two of the guys went into the restroom looking for "the limo driver." They found Fale. Fale left them crumpled and bleeding in a corner. Outside the restroom the huge man thoroughly dispatched the other three would be thieves taking a small caliber bullet in the thigh while doing so. That he had probably saved Norm's life was unquestionable and catching a bullet in the process simply endeared Fale to Norm even more than he had been. Solomon was hired to take over the driving duties and from then on Fale was generally never more that two steps away from Norm, becoming a familiar sight in courtrooms, boardrooms, and high level meetings all over the Pacific Northwest. He could also be found in the company of Norm's wife Estelle; accompanying her to those public appearances where Norm felt Fale's presence could be advantageous for the old lady. He lived on Norm's country estate and frequently took his meals with the family, generally being treated like one of them. What very few people knew was that Fale wasn't just another pretty face. He had graduated second in his class from the UW law school before moving back to Hawaii only to discover that he missed Seattle. We rekindled our relationship, which had started before he moved to Seattle, and enjoyed each other's company and as much as I hated to see him go, I referred him to Norm and the rest was history. "Maybe you could come out to the house for dinner one night before you leave Derek. I know that Estelle would love to see you," Norm said before closing the limo door. "I'd like that," I replied, thinking that might be possible. "I'll get back to you Norm." The Hummer pulled out of the gates about the same time Brett and Jordon came out to retrieve more of Jordon's things. With nothing else to do I helped cart the last of his possessions upstairs to his new residence. Later that night as we washed each other in my shower Brett talked about getting to know Jordon a little bit during the day. "He's really a nice guy D," my cute young blonde boy said with enthusiasm, "I sorta can see him being like a older brother or something, you know." "So, does that rule out your being sexy with him then hot stuff," I said as my glided up between the delicious orbs of his slender butt and grazed his puckered hole. He gasped and braced himself against the wall as I continued to play my fingers across his tight muscle, touching the back side of his balls in the process. Brett shook his head from side to side, the long blonde tresses staying plastered to his neck. "No. I'm pretty sure he's more than willing to play D. I think he's a little nervous about it thought cuz you're like the boss and even though I'm not really your son it sorta seems that way." I continued to massage his hole, stopping for a moment to get some conditioner on my fingers before returning to my duty. I slipped a slathered finger up inside his butt causing him to moan out loud and droop a little bit at the knees and effectively ending any more conversation. I had been standing up but dropped to my knees beside the boy and took hold of his rock hard ten inches of boy cock and stroked it in tandem with my finger fucking him. That combination took Brett to his peak fairly quickly and he warned me about the impending explosion. "Oh man D I'm gonna cum if you don't stop. If you're planning on fucking me you better stop." So, there it was. Brett was very open, as it were, to having me fuck him and he sounded as mentally prepared as he was ever going to be. The trick was to get him prepared physically as well. "Are you sure that's what you want baby boy?" He nodded his head, a smile on his lips and what looked like a gleam in his eyes although that was sort of hard to tell cuz they were half closed in lust. I nodded my head in return and stood up; my own stiff cock gently touching Brett's hip as I did so. I got us rinsed off and dried then onto my bed where we lay side by side kissing and fondling each other. "I really do want you to fuck me D," the cute young teen said during a lull in the kissing. "I think I've wanted it almost since I met you." I nodded my head, kissed him again then retrieved the lube and a small towel from my nightstand. Still laying on his side, Brett watched as I got my middle and ring fingers prepared then turned back to face him. Since he still had one foot planted on the bed so that his kneed was raised, I simply reached between his smooth thighs, moved his delicious little butt crack open a little bit and slipped my middle finger up inside his tight hole. Brett inhaled sharply at the reinvasion of his most secret spot then gasped as I placed my lips gently against the soft crook of his neck below his ear and began kissing and nuzzling him. I slowly slipped my finger in and out of him causing soft mewing sounds to slip from his throat. I moved my mouth upward and licked at the inside of his ear at the same time I slipped a second finger inside his butt. "Oooohhh," he moaned out and gripped my shoulder, his whole body shivering from the multi-sensory neurons slamming around in his teenage brain. It didn't take long before the boy was panting like a marathon runner and stated that he was ready. "Oh God I'm going to cum D. You better get your cock inside of me." Taking the boy at his word, I slipped my fingers out of him, causing a slight moan, then lubed my cock up before slathering Brett's wrinkled hole with the goo. "How do you want me to be D" he asked. Since he was still on his side I decided to enter him from that position. Without saying anything, I lifted his top leg and got it bent at the knee before I too knelt, straddling his other leg. I inched up close and, holding his leg up and out of the way, I used my free hand to guide my swollen cock head to his puckered flesh. I felt a ripple go through my body as the tip of my cock head touched him there for the first time and holding my shaft just below rim of the head I pushed. Of course there was resistance but I pushed a little hard and then in a flash I moved past the tight ring of muscle and was inside of him. "Oh fuck that hurts D," he moaned quietly. I started to say that I knew that it did and to ask him if he wanted me to take it out but he beat me to the punch by adding, "but don't take it out. Keep your cock inside me." I followed his direction and stayed there, amazed as always as I looked down and saw exactly where we were connected, the tip of my cock hidden inside the boy's ass. I didn't move. I stayed perfectly still and allowed his virgin young body to adjust to my thick cock. In order to help get his heat level back up I brought his leg forward and rested it on my shoulder, grabbed the lube and poured some into my right hand then reached down and took hold of his cock, which had begun to shrink a little. I stroked the shaft as few times, as though milking a cow, then moved up onto the fat head and stroked it a few times then slowly moved my hand up and down on only the top third of his cock. That did the trick in no time at all and soon Brett told me to go ahead and put my cock all the way in. I put my other hand on his butt cheek and pushed it up, opening him up a little more, then watched as I slowly moved inward until my pubic hair touched his skin. I loved being inside of a boy and I loved it for a variety of reasons but being inside of Brett that first time had to rank at the top of the list if not being the best I'd ever felt. I had been offered the virginity of many young teens and had gratefully enjoyed sharing that first experience with them but being with Brett was different somehow, more powerful. I started back out, stopping about half way then going back inside of him. I continued to slowly stroke his cock, tightening my fist as it moved across his cock head and felt his boyhood respond, the shaft reaching its full tumescence, thick and hard in my grasp. "Oh god that's beginning to feel really good D," he moaned as I pulled out further before returning to the tight confines of his boygina. I got a steady pace going but it was difficult, the position being fun but not as effective as I liked. "I'm going to move you around a little bit baby boy," I told him then slowly took his leg from my shoulder and moved it to the other side. "I'm going to lift my leg so that you can roll onto your back," I told him then did so, lifting my knee and leg up so that he could pull his out from between my knees. Once that was done, I lowered his other leg from my left shoulder and he scootched over flat on his back. I took hold of his other leg and raised it then held both legs back out of the way. "That was pretty cool," he murmured as I pushed his legs backward and thus raising his butt higher. I agreed with him. I enjoyed moving through a variety of positions while still connected to a boy, my cock stuff up inside his butt and keeping us joined together during the gymnastics. I started to move again, pulling almost all the way out before moving back inside of him. It didn't take long before both of us were breathing hard and even though neither of us was touching Brett's rock hard young cock, I knew that it wouldn't be long before he came. As always, I kept a small hand towel within grabbing distance so reached over and did so, wiping the lube from my hand. Then I dropped my arms down under his thighs, allowing his legs to drape across, then reached out and put my hands on the bed next to him, effectively rolling him onto his upper back and raising his butt so that I was directly above his hole. I began driving down into him, picking up speed, and before long was slamming my cock deep inside of him, my balls whacking against his firm young flesh. Brett had automatically put his hand around my neck bringing our faces closer together. He raised his head and kissed me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth just like I as driving my thick hard cock into his butt. "Oh god D fuck me harder, make me cum," he moaned, breaking the kiss and pulling my head tight to him. I knew that he was going to cum soon and let myself go, not holding my back on my own sperming but letting my body take its natural course. Brett started squealing in my ear and I knew he was there, the constricting of his tight muscle on my cock giving me confirmation. I constricted my anal muscle and brought my own cumming on then relaxed and let it all happen. "Oh fuck Brett," I groaned out as I came, jet after jet of sperm squirting up out of my balls and exiting inside of the cute young teenage boy's ass. I slammed into him, stopped and ground my butt in circles as though trying to even further inside of him, then went back to fucking him. My eyes were closed but I knew that I would have seen stars had they been open. Brett's hole continued to constrict on my cock as I fucked him, moans and groans of extreme pleasure escaping his mouth as he too continued to cum, and encouraging my own body to have a second orgasm, a rarity that I enjoyed to the fullest. As both our orgasms ebbed I slowed my fucking him down as well, doing a very slow stroke just to be doing something. I leaned my head down and kissed him, the darling cute young teen responding with enthusiasm. "Oh man D that was the most incredible thing I ever felt," he whispered after breaking the kiss. "I don't know which one I like best, fucking or being fucked." I let him know that was a dilemma that many gay men experience and fortunately we didn't have to make any decisions about it, we could do whichever one we fancied in the moment. "Hold onto my neck baby boy," said, lowering my head for him and when he did I told him to hold tight the started the process of moving up and back. With some gymnastics I managed to get onto my butt with Brett in my lap, still impaled by my rock hard cock. "How strange D," he said as he wiggled his butt a little bit, my cock moving along with him. He reached down behind him to feel where my cock was penetrating him, his fingers moving downward to feel and cup my balls. Brent's young cock was so big and long that it stood like a baseball bat between our bodies so all we had to do was moved our bodies back away from each other a little bit so that I could lower my upper body enough to get the head into my mouth. It wasn't all that comfortable for my back but at least we found out that it could be done. Brett was pretty excited about that. "That's pretty cool D, having you suck on me while your cock is stuffed inside my butt. What would it be like to cum like that do you think?" Having been involved in numerous three way's I knew exactly what it was like to cum with your cock getting sucked with a dick in your ass at the same time; really incredible and if Jordon got involved in our play then Brett would soon get an answer to his question. Our bodies came back together and we kissed softly while rubbing each other's back. I loved this position, especially after sperming and Brett felt much the same way, voicing his opinion in between kissing. We stayed connected, kissed, talked, sucked on necks, kissed some more. Needless to say all that activity was what kept us connected, the sensuality of it keeping both of us hard. Brett was sitting in a kneeling position and wiggled his butt a little bit, discovering just what felt like. Needless to say it didn't take long before we were both heated up and Brett started moving in earnest, undulating his hips in a too and fro motion, moving my cock around inside of him like a stick shift in a car. I kept my hands at his waist and moving them in tandem with his movements and thus encouraging whatever he was doing. "Oh god D this feels so goooood," he whispered, his eyes closed and a soft mewing sound coming from his throat as he moved his hips. I elected to disentangle myself from him and lay back on the bed. This really allowed Brett more freedom to move and I didn't need to give him any direction along that vein. He automatically leaned forward and put his hands flat on my chest and began lifting himself up off of my cock, stopping, then moving back down. When he added the dimension of side to side or even a circular motion with his hips he groaned at the pleasure and new feelings that were ripping through his young body. His head alternated between being thrown back as he fucked me or hanging low, almost on his chest. Either way it was clear that the boy had discovered a whole new world and was willing to explore as much of it as he could. I managed to get up on one elbow and with my free hand took hold of the ten rigid inches of boy cock that was pointing at my head, the single eye leaking clear liquid like an antique water faucet. I stroked him a few times then bent forward, straining my back muscles and got the fat swollen head into my mouth. What an incredible amount of feelings that produced and I would have loved to stay there and have him cum in my mouth as I buried my sperm deep in his butt but it was too difficult a position to maintain for long. Instead I elected to lube up my hand and then go back to stroking him, my fist tightening like a grip as I slid back and forth over his cock head. Brett moaned and picked up a little speed, rising almost off of me before settling back down, his heavy balls seemingly mashed between our bodies when I was all the way inside of him. "Fuck I'm gonna fucking cum D, oh man ohGodohGodooooddddd," he groaned out. I felt his asshole constrict on my shaft again as the first squirt of his sperm shot out. I was still up on my elbow so tried to direct his stream to my face, and hopefully, to my mouth. I sort of succeeded. The first globs of warm boy sperm hit my chin and my cheek, almost all of the third one going into my mouth but dripping down my lip. His third shot took me over the edge and I came, lifting my hips off the bed and literally balancing the boy on my cock as I blasted jet after jet of cum up into his tight little ass. Brett didn't miss a beat but kept on moving while his cock kept on shooting. I was amazed sometimes at the amount of cum a young teenage boy can produce, despite it being a second and sometime third sperming in a matter of an hour or less. Brett squealed as my cock was buried deep inside of him and rode me like bronco, keeping up with my thrusts while adding his own. In retrospect it would rank as one of the best fucks I'd ever had. His cock had continued to spew out white goo onto my face; my chest and one shot even went into my hair. Things slowed down and I relaxed onto the bed while Brett slowed his movement as well and eventually stopped. I wiped his cum from the various spots on my face and he leaned forward and laid his head on my chest, oblivious to his cum, or not caring. He was panting like a racehorse and considering the workout that he'd just had his breathing was no surprise. We lay there quietly for a good two to three minutes before my cock softened and squished out of him causing us both to moan at the loss. "That was so awesome D," he whispered, "Oh man I wish you didn't have to go back to Hawaii." I elected to not tell him what my thoughts about that had been only a short time before, saying instead that I understood. I rolled him off of me and onto our sides then kissed him gently on the lips, his nose, his eyelids. He was a pretty awesome kid and I was gonna miss being with him. We finally got up, took a shower then tossed on clothes since we were both hungry headed downstairs to get something to eat. Brett wanted to use the secret staircase so we did and I was amazed once more at the house and how well it was constructed. Those steps didn't make so much as a peep. The next morning I called the Pacific Academy and made an early afternoon appointment to tour the school and arrange for Brett's enrollment. I elected to have John drive us, along with Harriet, in the Rolls and at One thirty we pulled up in front of the administration building. The tour was mostly uneventful. The facilities were relatively new, Thirty years or so old, so in good repair and in many cases state of the art. Probably the most interesting thing was the students. The sons and daughters of the scions of the Northwest and elsewhere they were, for most part, beautiful children. Sure, there were some ugly ducklings, you can't avoid that, but overall they were the embodiment of healthy handsome children of the wealthy. Norm had gotten all of Brett's school records transferred to the school so after the tour an hour was spent with the woman who was going to be his counselor and a class schedule worked out. We were also directed to the high end clothing store that supplied the uniforms with the recommendations of how much to purchase. It was made quite clear that soiled, damaged, or worn out clothing was not tolerated. On that note we made our departure with the plan that Brett would start school on Monday, which gave him four more days of vacation. "Hey. D," a voice called out to me as we got to the Rolls. I turned toward the voice and I'm sure that my face split into a huge grin. "David," I answered, closing the ten feet that separated us. I was tempted to hug him but wasn't sure of the protocol so extended my hand for a shake. David took it and between that and the smile on his incredibly handsome face, I was quite convinced that he was glad to see me. "What are you doing here?" "Overall, I'm here to settle the estate of my aunt who passed about a couple of weeks ago." I paused to allow him to extend his sympathies, which he did. "As for the school, I'm getting a young charge enrolled. Come, I'd like you to meet him." We walked to the Rolls where my little family was standing, watching. As we approached I introduced Harriet first, then John and lastly Brett. It was interesting seeing the two together, with their blonde hair and extreme good looks they could easily be brothers. "Where's Dane?" I asked and he responded that the precocious teen had already left with Mikel, a friend who also attended the school. I asked after Cody, David's partner and was told that he was doing great, was enrolled in the University of Washington's MBA program. "I know that they'd both love to see you D, how long are you are you going to be here?" I told him that I would be flying out on Sunday afternoon and he asked if there was a possibility of perhaps having a barbecue on Saturday. I told him there was no reason why not and I gave him my phone number. He gave me a tight hug saying, "It's good to see you D." David headed to the student parking lot and we all got in the Rolls and headed home. Brett of course asked who David was and I explained that I'd met him and his partner Cody and Cody's charge Dane the previous summer when the bought a house in Hawaii that I was the real estate agent for. We had hit it off and become friends and whenever they came to Hawaii we got together for dinner. Of course it was a great deal more than dinner and of course Brett was dying to ask the question but wouldn't with Harriet in the car, although I was sure the very astute older woman had probably figured it all out anyway. Later that night as we lay in my bed Brett asked and I told him the story, that we'd all three had sex together and before I left I'd been invited over for a barbecue at their new house and the whole bunch of us, the boys included, had a huge orgy. It had been an incredible time. They were all really great people so it wasn't all about the sex. I was looking forward to seeing them again, sex or no sex. "Gosh D that guy is beautiful, ya know that? I mean, wow." "Yes he is Brett. In fact there is a whole collection of artwork that he modeled for when he was a little younger than you are. It's very, very well known in the gay community as well as out of it. I have some of it in my home in Hawaii. You know, when you and David were standing next to each other you'd be surprised how much you look alike. You guys could be brothers, seriously." "No way D. He's so totally awesome looking." I had to chuckle in side. Brett had no idea how fucking cute he really was. If he ever saw David's cock he'd know how much they really had in common. "So if you go visit them will I get to go too?" I told him that of course he'd get to go. He pondered that for a little bit then asked if we would have sex if we went there. "I dunno Brett, it's always possible." The truth was I was wondering the same thing.