Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2015 03:46:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Ahn Boys VIII I woke at my customary time, took care of my morning ablutions and headed downstairs. I found Jenkins in the kitchen head to head with another man, the second dressed in chef's clothing. They were standing on opposite sides of a counter each resting on arms crossed on the counter top, mugs of coffee alongside each of them. They snapped apart as if electrocuted, like a child caught at something he ought not to have been doing. "Good morning sir," Jenkins said rather hurriedly. "Mr. Broussard, may I present Darius Fredrickson our chef. Darius, Mr. Lucian Broussard." Darius was a younger man, younger than I, slender to a point of skinny, with almost white hair cropped short at the sides and longer on top, parted above the center of the left eye and swept across his forehead. He was very light skinned, narrow in the face but had startlingly blue eyes framed by pale lashes and brows. I wondered if he ever got outside and into sunshine. "A pleasure to meet you sir," he said as he extended a hand with long tapering fingers and manicured nails. His voice was quite effeminate, his handshake that of a woman. "And you as well Darius; May I call you Darius?" "As you wish sir," he replied. I nodded my head. "Please, I would prefer to have you both call me Lucian, at least as long as we aren't in company that might dictate otherwise," I said. I got nods from both men but not after a sideways glance from Darius to Jenkins. I knew then that the two were lovers, at least I was pretty sure of it, and that was more than fine with me. "I am going to take some morning air gentlemen. I have no idea when the boys will choose to get up and it really doesn't matter. Jenkins, in thinking about what to do with the boys I was considering of course the statue of Liberty, the Empire state building and possibly a museum while we're here but I would honor any thoughts you might have on the subject." The man nodded his head and I turned to head out of the apartment. Outside, I elected to cross the street to Central Park and walk any of the many trails and walkways. There were a few morning people out walking themselves or dogs but for the most part it was quiet. I ambled along, admiring the flowers in full in the beds that lined the walkway. About 100 yards into the park I heard a voice yell, "NO! Leave him alone." That was followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a cry of pain. I could hear plenty of rustling about, a smaller voice crying then a man said, "Jesus the fucking nigger cut me. I'm gonna gut you from your black balls to your fucking pink tongue you fucking jungle monkey," the man said, his voice filled with rage. "Well hurry up Sam if you want some nigger chicken for breakfast. I'm gonna fuck this little pickaninny into a faint." I crashed through the bushes to find 2 men and the two black boys from the night before. The oldest one had blood streaming down from his nose and a knife in his hand that was waving slowly back and forth in front of him keeping one of the men at bay. The man had a slice in one arm that was bleeding. It was clear to me that the boy knew how to use a blade. The other man was holding the little boy, Gideon if I remembered correctly, and trying to work the boys' pants off. He already had them down to his ankles, the little boys' cocklet and balls open to view. The man being held at bay turned his head to my attention and the boy struck, slicing the man's shirt and rib cage open at the same time. He came back in the opposite direction; the blade shifted, and sunk it to the hilt in the man's thigh. Needless to say the man screamed bloody murder and went down. The boy pulled the blade and was going in for the kill, and kill was most certainly his intention, when I yelled. "STOP." The boy stopped immediately which impressed the hell out of me, but stayed in a defensive crouch ready to attack at the slightest hint of a threat. The other man dropped Gideon on the ground and came for me. It only took 4 punches to put him down and out. I turned to the older boy and asked if he was okay and he nodded his head, letting his arms drop as he came down off of his adrenaline rush. I went to Gideon and helped the little boy up and helped get his clothing quickly in place. I couldn't help but notice his development, a very healthy cock for what I presumed to be a 7 or 8 year old boy. "Come on, lets' get you boys out of here," I said taking Gideon's hand. "Hold on mister, where you takin us," the older boy asked. "You gonna try and fuck us like those men?" His knife arm had come up and the boy was ready to do battle without hesitation. "No son," I said softly, "I want to get you safe and cleaned up. If the police catch you here I promise that both of you will really be fucked and you'll likely not see each other again. Now wipe the blade and put it away and let's get out of here." I pulled out my handkerchief and handed it to him. "Hold this to your nose and put your head back if you can." I started back the way I had come but clearly Gideon was not able to keep up. I stopped and picked the little boy up and held him as we continued a rapid walk out of the park and across the street. Anthony saw us coming and quickly opened the door. "Call upstairs and tell Jenkins to get some first aid things, ice and towels," I yelled. It wasn't until I got into the elevator that I picked up the boy's smell and it wasn't pretty to say the least. On top of that I felt dampness start to build on my belly and knew that Gideon had pissed himself, and me in the process. "You're the guy that gave us money last night," the boy said, although it didn't come out like that due to the handkerchief against his face. "Yes I am. What is your name," I asked the boy. "Jamon," he told me. When I asked how he spelled it he told me, adding that there wasn't a Y in it like it sounded although his nickname was still Jay. "Nice to meet you Jamon, my name is Lucian. And I know that this little guy, who has peed on me, is Gideon." I didn't say it in a mean voice at all. "Yeah, he does that when he gets scared." Gideon had his face buried in my neck and I could feel his tears. "Are you scared Gideon," I asked him and the little boy nodded his head against my neck. As the elevator came to a stop I cooed to him that he needn't be frightened that everything was going to be alright. As we stepped out into the hallway Jenkins opened the door to the apartment and a look of shock went across his face. "Upstairs, into my room," I said at once, "Bring whatever you have." I went up the stairs rapidly, Jamon on my tail, and into my bedroom and then the bathroom. I set Gideon down, noticing the front of his pants were soaked, as was I, and got the water running in the sink straight away. I heard Jenkins come through the door with towels and what appeared to be a first aid kit and had him set them on the counter. "Jenkins I'll attend to this, perhaps you can have Darius get some food rustled up." Before he could leave Matthias came through the bathroom door, still naked, and morning boy hard. If Jenkins had any questions about my relationship with the boys I figured they got answered in that moment. "What's all the noise about Lucian," the little boy asked rubbing his eyes. I had Jamon sit on the toilet with his head back and gently pulled his hand away. "I gotta pee Lucian," Matthias declared and I told him to pee in the bidet or better yet just piss in the shower. I started cleaning the blood off Jamon's face and could tell straight away that his nose wasn't broken. As I pulled a couple of cotton balls out of the first aid kit and gently got them in his nostrils and at that moment the rest of the crew came stumbling into the bathroom mostly undressed. Frankie was stark naked and fully hard, Jesse was naked and half hard, Willie had boxers on but his erection was visible and Edward stepped into boxers as he came in the room barely hiding his own erection. I didn't know if the boners were just morning hardness or attributed to something else and I didn't ask because at the moment it was irrelevant. "Jesus Christ it stinks in here," Frankie exclaimed, waving his hand in front of his face. "Language young man," I said. "It is pretty whiffy Lucian," Jesse opined, "what's going on." "These are the boys from on the street yesterday," Willie said in recognition. "Yes, they've had a little accident." "What you got going on here mister, a chicken house," Jamon asked. He was referring to a house of ill repute that specialized in young boys. "Why that boy no hair on his pissy tail," Gideon asked. "What," I asked, 2 of the boys echoing me. "His pissy tail, his dick," Jamon answered pointing to Jesse, "He wants to know why that boy doesn't have any hair on his dick cuz he's big and should have hair." "Pissy tail," Frankie said and started laughing his ass off, so much so that he had to hold on to the wall. "That's funny as hell," Willie said and got plenty of agreement. "Do you boys have something better to occupy your time," I asked. "In fact we do," Willie said, "come on guys," and headed out the door, the crew following on his cute little tail. "You fucking all these boys mister," Jamon asked as I finished cleaning his face. "That my dear boy is none of your business, now get undressed," I responded, "You too Gideon," I said to the little boy and started to take my shirt off. "I thought you said you weren't going to fuck us; you ain't fucking us mister, I'll cut you, I swear to god." He stood up and put his hand in his pocket. "If you pull that blade I will take it away from you and shove up your little black ass," I said with menace. "I have no intention of fucking you or anything else other than to get you both bathed. You stink, and I'm covered in piss and I need to shower as well so get out of those goddamned clothes right this minute." Note that I rarely use that kind of language which doesn't mean that I'm not highly familiar with it. I also knew that it along with my tone of voice would influence the boy, let him know that I meant business. Which I damned well did. I got down to my underwear while Gideon was fussing with his shoes. I picked him up and sat him on the counter, peeled the shoes and socks off then pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor with the rest of our soiled clothing. I got him off of the counter and while he went about undressing I peeled my underwear off and watched while Jamon finished undressing. I was very impressed. The boy was fairly skinny, ribs practically showing but between his dusky legs was a cock worthy of a grown man. The boy was easily as big as Jesse, likely more. He had a neat little patch of tight curly hairs at the base of his sausage and his balls hung low in a smooth hairless sac. Gideon was finally stripped and as I had noticed he was nicely endowed for a little boy, easily larger than Matthias or Frankie. "Come," I said and led them to the shower. Because the building was only a few years old it had all the latest amenities, in this case a walk in shower. Once I got the water going we all got in and got the rinsing process done. I handed the soap to Jamon and poured shampoo in my hands then proceeded to wash Gideon's head. Once he was rinsed I handed the bottle to Jamon. I figured that Gideon could probably wash himself but elected to do it anyway, not for any prurient reason but just to get the job done. The boy allowed me to groom him, not making a sound when I did his cock and balls as well as his asshole but did start to harden when I retracted his foreskin to clean his cock head. "You always wash boy's mister," Jamon asked, water cascading down over his dark skin causing it to glisten. "Only when I want the job done well," I responded. "And my name is Lucian, can you remember that?" He nodded his head, not the least bit contritely either I thought. Perhaps he had finally figured out that I was being honest with him. I quickly washed myself, both boys watching as I soaped and washed my hole and peeled my own foreskin back for cleaning. "You got a big stinger, for a white guy," Jamon said and when I looked up at him the boy had a very slight grin starting form. "And you're pretty big for a boy your age," I said. "That's what men generally tell me," he responded. I asked if men saw his cock often. "Only when I need to feed my brother and me." I nodded my head and said I understood. "I don't think so," Jamon muttered under his breath. "Jamon," I said a little sharper than I mean to, "I sucked cock to feed myself when I was Gideon's age so yes, I do understand." Trying on a little bravado the boy asked what about when I was his age and without missing a beat I said, "I sucked cock because I liked it." I shut the water off and as we stepped out he asked, "What about them," nodding his head and indicating he meant the rest of the boys and I told him he would have to ask them. I handed him a towel and went about drying Gideon off, not that he couldn't do it himself but he seemed to need or perhaps want the help. The boy got full on hard in the process and as I said, he was definitely bigger than both my younger boys and probably as big as Tobias had been. As we finished up Willie came into the bathroom, still in his underwear, holding some clothing. "Here is some of Frankie's underwear and clothes and some of mine and Edward's. I think they'll fit until we can get them some new clothes although Jessie says that his clothes should fit him," Willie said nodding to Jamon. "Nice cock," Willie added. I handed the clothing to each boy and watched them dress. "I suppose I'm going to have to suck someone's dick or get fucked for all of this," Jamon said. Before I could say anything Willie was in the black boys' face. "Don't ever talk like that again, you hear me. We're here helping you out you ungrateful prick and it sounds like Lucian might have saved your ass out there so if you can't act like a gentlemen then put your filthy rags back on and get the fuck out of here." I had never seen Willie display such behavior, in fact, none of the boys had ever acted like that but I shouldn't have been surprised. They were street boys after all. "We're waiting downstairs Lucian," Willie said then cast Jamon a dark look and left the bathroom. Jamon stood there stunned for a moment then finished dressing while avoiding eye contact with me by turning around. It was then that I saw the scars but chose to say nothing. Once we were all dressed I started for the door but Gideon came up and took hold of my hand and held it tightly. I led them downstairs and into the dining room. All of the boys stood when we entered and I bade the brothers to take a seat. Jamon went to an empty chair but Gideon stayed glued to my side. Matthias got up and offered the little boy his chair and found another. Gideon pushed his chair against mine before sitting in it. "Please hold hands," I said, "and someone say grace. Before anyone could speak Jamon started. "Thank you Jesus for the food that we are about to receive. And thank you Jesus for these fine people who have taken us in, given us food, clothing and shelter and shown us much kindness. I say these things in your name oh Lord. Amen." A round of amen's followed then Darius and Jenkins proceed to go around the table offering everyone bacon, sausage links, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs and steaming biscuits with butter and 3 different types of jam. There were pitchers of milk, orange juice, and apple juice along with plates of cut fruit. I invited the men to join us and Jenkins did but Darius continued to hover and serve. Once everyone was dished up and eating Willie introduced himself which caused a round table of introductions. During which Jamon introduced himself and his brother since Gideon didn't seem too disposed to do it himself. "Don't eat so fast Gideon," his older brother admonished gently, "you'll be sick." Gideon didn't seem to slow down one iota. It may well be the only meal he got that day and by god he was going to do it justice. "What are we going to do today Lucian," Edward asked and I told them some of the same things that I had shared with Jenkins. "I think the first order of business is to get some clothing for Jamon and Gideon." That got a stunned look from Jamon. Jenkins said there was a JC Penney store downtown that would be adequate. My next question was how to transport the whole crew of boys on our sightseeing tour. Jenkins informed me that there were 2 automobiles as part of the household and if I had no objection he would drive one with some of the boys and I could take the Duesenberg and the others. "I assume that you don't have any pressing plans or immediate plans Jamon," He looked at me, somewhat dumbfounded and shook his head. "Good. Well then, I would like you and Gideon to be our guests for the next few days and we'll see if we can't come up with plan to help you stay safe. How does that sound?" "Uhmm, fine sir, I mean, Lucian," the older boy said. Gideon leaned over and hugged me and when I looked down into his adoring eyes I almost cried. Later, at JC Penny, I bought a change of underwear, Levi's and a couple of shirts for our newcomers. I didn't want to go overboard because I had no idea what was to become of them and they certainly couldn't carry a suitcase around with them because it would get stolen or they'd end up selling the things for food. I ended the mini shopping spree with a pair of sturdy boots for them. Gideon stayed glued to my hip the entire time including in the car. Jessie and Edward elected to go with Jenkins and everyone else went with me. As the day wore on both boys loosened up considerably and were even laughing, clearly enjoying what I perceived was a rare moment of being relaxed and being boys. Gideon was on me like a bad habit, holding my hand most of the time but not saying much at all despite Frankie and Matthias' attempts to draw the boy out. Willie and Jamon seemed to hit it off and any hint of the morning's interaction was nowhere in evidence. We ate lunch from a hot dog vendor on the street who, while casting an eye in my direction, asked Jamon if everything was okay. The boy actually smiled and assured the man that his and his brother's lives had improved greatly even if only temporarily. When I asked Jamon later he told me that Gus, the hot dog guy, often gave the boys leftovers at the end of the day. "He kind of watches over us when he can Lucian," the boy told me. When I had an opportunity I asked Jamon how old he was and he said he'd be 14 come October and that Gideon had turned 7 a few months prior. We got back to the apartment around 4:30 to the wonderful fragrance of food. Jenkins went straight to the kitchen while the boys took turns in the bathroom then collapsed on various pieces of furniture in the living room. Of course when Gideon had to pee I had to go with him. "He trusts you and likes you Lucian," Jamon told me as he rubbed his little brother's nappy head. "I've never seen him act like this to anybody." I felt a sense of pain wondering how the boy was going to act when it came time to part. He was so adorably cute, his huge dark eyes dominating his chocolate colored face. His nose was narrow, his chin slightly rounded and he had lips that were to die for; large but not overly like some black males. The little boy was huggable and I actually loved having him in my lap which was where he was if we weren't moving. Supper was a repeat of breakfast with Gideon's chair up tight against mine. I cut the little boy's meat and vegetables for him, poured his milk, and wiped his face with a napkin when it got messy. I did everything but actually feed him. Talk was light hearted, much of it comments on the day and afterwards we all splayed out on various pieces of furniture in the living room, rubbing our full bellies. Needless to say Gideon was on my lap. That prompted Matthias to ask where everyone was sleeping. Obviously Gideon was going to be in my bed and Jesse of course would sleep in his own room, or so I assumed. Everything else was up for grabs. Jesse asked when we were going up to Newport which prompted questions from the other boys about what Newport was and where which Jesse explained. He got sidetracked and I never did answer his question of when, which was good because I didn't have an answer. About 8:30 I decided to turn in as did Jenkins. He and Darius were in the staff bedrooms off the other side of the kitchen and butler's pantry and I assumed they occupied a room together. Again, it made no difference to me. "Don't be up too late boys," I said as I stood, Gideon in my arms, and trundled up the stairs. I got Gideon undressed down to his underpants then got him under the covers. Leaving the low watt bedside lamp on I stripped naked and headed to the shower. As I rinsed and soaped and rinsed I gave thought to my predicament. I couldn't turn the boys out on the street, turning them over to an institution wasn't an option. I suppose I could take them back to Philly but how would taking on a pair of new boys go over with the others and that's assuming that the boys would even consider going. Jesse's case was different; the boys understood that his situation was untenable but then, so was Jamon and Gideon's situation. I was at a loss as to what to do. I got out and dried off then slid under the covers, fully naked but left a small light on in the bathroom and one in the living room, both just enough to see by if Gideon woke in the night. In his sleep Gideon knew I was in bed and moved up next to me to be held and cuddled. I drifted in and out of sleep, many things on my mind. I had let my instinct rein when I hired the Murata's, trusting that they would be a superb addition to my household. I chuckled at Giselle's fluency in Japanese and was excited to learn the story behind that. Hell I'd known the woman for how many years and had never a clue regarding that ability. How was I going to get the boys up to Newport and how long should we go for? What about AJ? He would be coming down soon which reminded me that I hadn't called to tell him we were coming to the city and made a mental note to do so in the morning. The click registered somewhere in my unconscious brain in that I was aware of it and that it had some significance but that was as far as it got. The floorboards creaking brought me closer to the surface and before I knew it I felt a presence at the side of my bed. I opened my eyes and in the dim light I saw Jamon standing there dressed only in his boxers, the front of which was protruding gently from the curve of his magnificent cock. "Are you okay Jamon," I whispered, propping up on an elbow and dislodging Gideon in the process. The boy nodded his head. "I was wondering if I could sleep with you. I mean, just in case Gideon wakes up and is scared or something." "Of course can Jamon." The boy went around to the other side and climbed in under the covers then rolled to face me, his little brother between us. "Thank you for what you've done for us Lucian. I was a shit this morning and I apologize for that. You saved my life, both of our lives, and you don't deserve that." I reached out and touched his face gently. "No need to apologize Jamon. I truly do understand your situation and I'm glad to have been able to help." "I know you understand. I've talked with all the other boys, mostly with Willie, and they all say the same thing. You treat them with respect and fairness and all you expect is for them them to behave and learn. They say that you saved their lives too although not quite in the same way that you saved ours. I asked them if you were a street boy once, like you said, and they told me I had to ask you." That statement, their response, made me very proud of my boys. "Well," I started but Jamon stopped me. "Can I come over to your side Lucian? It's hard talking over Giddy." So, the little one had a nickname. I nodded my head and as Jamon came around to my side of the bed I moved his brother to the far edge. I rolled over and pulled the covers back revealing that I was naked. Jamon didn't cast a second glance but dropped his boxers and climbed in next to me, his cock dangling down onto the sheet. I proceeded to tell him my story, leaving nothing out including reaffirming what the boys had told him about their commitment to staying with me each night and the recent disappearance of Tobias. Jamon listened intently, not interrupting, our faces little more than a foot apart. "Jesse told me about his part too," Jamon said, "and that now you are his legal guardian. He's very lucky, you both are. Gideon and me have nobody, least wise that I know of." I asked him to tell me his story which was simply that he never knew his father, his mother worked hard at cleaning houses and such but also had to whore, "Just like me," in order to feed her son. Gideon's father came along, moved in, got her pregnant and now he had a half-brother. That man left not long after Gideon was born and then various men took his place, some of them okay, but others just plain mean. The last one, Malcom, used to beat on all of them although Jamon took the beatings for his little brother who was made to watch. "I know you saw my scars Lucian. Malcom put those there." Jamon got quiet for a moment then looked at me, tears in his gorgeous eyes. "He killed her Lucian; he beat mama to death and I couldn't stop him. I tried but he kept knocking me back until I couldn't hardly move. Mama begged him to stop but he kept on beating her until she passed out and even then he kept hitting her and kicking her. As usual he was drunk and would stop for a few minutes while he got his breath, took some more drinks and went back to beating her. He finally got so exhausted that he just passed out alongside of her. Blood was everywhere Lucian. I went to her but she wasn't breathing and her body was already getting cold. He had kept beating her even after she was dead. I went to his dresser and got his knife, the one I had today. I was going to cut his throat with it but I wasn't sure if it was sharp enough so I left and went to a drugstore and stole a straight razor and went back to the house. He was lying on his back on the bed so I bent down and slit his throat. He woke up of course, completely shocked and saw me standing there. I leaned down and sliced his face open from his eye to his jaw bone. For once he had fear in his eyes, he knew he was dying but he couldn't do anything about it. I cut his face again, this time across his nose and onto his cheek so deep that the bone was showing. Then I cut the back his hands as they tried to stop the bleeding. It all happened in seconds Lucian. I didn't stop; I kept cutting and slicing on him, his chest, his arms and his belly. I liked seeing his blood on his white skin. I cut his underwear off and sliced open his ball sac. Of course he was dead by then unfortunately. If I had to do it all over again I would but I'd do it a lot slower." The boy was crying hard by then and when I put my hand on his shoulder he went into my arms and I held him tightly as he cried himself out. I was acutely aware of the scars on his back as I rubbed him and held him. He lay tight to me sobbing for a good minute before finally slowing down and eventually stopping. He backed away and wiped his eyes. "I went through Malcom's clothes and got all of his money then went through the apartment and found some more, not a lot. I took this necklace from Mama's neck, gathered up a few bits of clothing then woke Gideon up and we left. It happened in Baltimore 5 months ago and we been here almost ever since." Jamon wiped his eyes again then let out a heavy sigh. "It's been tough on Gideon. He wants mama and doesn't understand what happened. When we left I had almost $76 and that got us through to April. The rest of our clothes got stolen and I been stealing what we need but I've had to do other stuff, like sucking cock. A few men have wanted to do stuff with Gideon but I won't let them, even though he wants to." That surprised me greatly but I let it go. "So of course that's what I thought about you in the beginning but I know different now." That said Jamon's hand found my cock and took hold of it. "You don't have to do that Jamon. There is no price for what I've done or will do for you and your brother." The boy continued to manipulate my cock and I did nothing to stop him. "Remember what you said about sucking cock when you were my age Lucian?" I nodded my head. "Me too. Know what else I like?" I shook my head and mumbled a no. He didn't answer but leaned in and put his lips against mine and kissed me gently. I could feel his cock poking my leg, hardening up and I reached down to take hold of him. "Your hand feels good Lucian. It's really nice to do this for fun and with someone who actually cares." That said he put his mouth against mine and kissed me hard. His cock grew in my hand, reaching full tumescence in moments, just as mine had done. We kissed and stroked each other. We tongued and stroked each other, the boy seemingly hungry for the attention, for the physical connection in a positive experience. Jamon broke the contact and without a word slid down on the bed, pushing the covers ahead of him. "Such a big beautiful cock," he murmured when he came alongside it. The boy held it up and rubbed his face along the shaft like a cat against a leg then turned his head the other way and ran his pursed lips up and down before kissing up and down the rigid flesh. He then got to his knees and straddled my leg in order to get to the top. His own hard cock stuck out from between his dusky thighs like a broken limb on a tree, his heavy balls low in their sac. I watch him lower his head, peeling my foreskin down as he did so then begin to lick all over the sensitive flesh, cleaning off my precum. If I had any doubt as to the veracity of his story it was dispelled as soon as he put his mouth over the head because he took it along with easily 3 inches of cock into his throat. I felt his throat muscles constrict against the head producing an exquisite rush through my body. Jamon bobbed his head, each time taking a large amount of cock into his mouth and the entire time his tongue was busy exploring the spongy flesh. He switched hands and cupped my own smooth balls with his free hand and gently squeezed and tugged on them. I didn't want to wait any longer so reach out and grasped onto his pole and began stroking him. Jamon changed his body position in order to allow me to have better access to him. Jamon was stone hard, thick, and warm in my grasp. I used an underhand grip to stroke the boy, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted to taste blackbird cock. I had been with a great many boys during my time with Edgar but never a black boy. Bless that man's heart, he was everything to me and the kindest sweetest man I had ever known but he was a victim of his upbringing. While he wasn't outwardly prejudiced per se, he felt that blacks had their place and being in bed with a white person wasn't one of those places. And it wasn't just blacks; it was all races. Edgar didn't believe they had any business intermixing. Needless to say I didn't share that believe. "I need to taste you too Jamon," I finally groaned. He gently let my cock down then moved upward, straddling my entire body, his big bouncing boner leading the way. "Christ you're a big boy," I said when the thing was practically upon me. He continued to move in close until I opened up and took the end into my mouth. His taste was that tangy flavor of a boy that hadn't washed for the day and he bore a fragrance to match. I loved the smell and the taste of a boy in such a condition. It was better than any cologne I'd ever owned. I suckled him and stroked him, skinning his foreskin back and forth, pulling it into a nipple and sucking the skin then peeling it back, my lips following right along behind it like a faux foreskin. "That feels good Lucian. It is very clear that you love cock as I do," the boy said, his voice deepened by lust. I cupped his heavy balls, wanting to taste the gooey boy goodness that the large eggs produced. I finally let go of all his boy parts and cupped his deliciously tiny butt and fondled the fleshy globes before pulling gently on him. Jamon knew what I wanted and began to move his hips and slowly fuck my face. I could hear him moan above me much as I was also moaning, loving the feel of his body, of his young cock in my mouth. Then he pulled away from me. "I'm close to squirting my jizz Lucian and I want to hold off a little." Jamon slid down the bed then lay on me, his knees taking most of his weight, and plastered his mouth against mine and kissed me hard. Our cocks were lying side by side and the boy ground his hips, mashing our boners together. He humped against me, rammed his tongue into my mouth and moaned loudly. Then all of a sudden he stopped. "Fuck I'm gonna cum Lucian." "Jack off on me Jamon, shoot your sperm on me," I said quickly. The boy barely got clear of me, wrapping his fist around his black pole as he moved, before his sperm starting shooting out in ropes. I took hold of my own cock and began jacking off with a frenzy. I couldn't believe the amount of cum the boy made. Jet after thick jet of white goo blasted out of the swollen head and landed on my chest and belly. It only took a second before I was doing the same thing, my own jets of sperm mixing with his. Jamon was moaning loudly and tugging hard on his balls as he came, his head rolling backwards, his eyes closed. His cock finally stopped spurting but sperm continued to flow out and drop on my hand, my cock and in my pubic hair. At one point there was a complete string of the viscous liquid from his cock head to my belly. Both cocks finally stopped leaking and Jamon let go of his and just knelt there for a moment catching his breath and gently playing with his balls. He finally moved and lay back down on me like he had before. "Put your whole weight on me baby boy," I said softly. He did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. His head rested on my shoulder so I kissed his forehead and got a yummy sound from the boy. Jamon gently moved his tender little butt, pushing our cocks against each other but more for the touching than anything else. "I want you to fuck me Lucian," Jamon whispered. "Not tonight but definitely tomorrow. Lots of men wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let them. I want my first time to be with someone I know and like." "What about me," a small voice said which shocked both Jamon and me. We turned to see that Gideon's eyes were open and the little boy was watching us. "Were you watching Giddy," Jamon asked his brother and the boy nodded his head. "You were very good not to say anything while we were busy." To me Jamon explained that sometimes Gideon had been present when Jamon worked. The older boy hated that his little brother had to see him do the things he did but he wasn't about to leave the little boy alone in many cases. He had taught Gideon to sit quietly and not say a word or make any noise while he watched. Most of the time the little boy was hiding behind something so the men Jamon was with had no idea he was there. Other times he was in plain sight but typically that was when Jamon was getting his cock sucked or jacking off on a man. "Can I suck on Lucian too Jay?" "Not tonight sweet boy. It's getting late and Lucian and I have to take a shower. Maybe tomorrow okay?" Gideon nodded his head then said to me, "Will you hold me when you get back Lucian?" I nodded my head and said I would love to hold him while he went back to sleep. That said Jamon got off of me and stood next to the bed while I got up and we headed to the bathroom. "I promise to stay awake and wait for you Lucian," Gideon called after me as we left the room. I called out an okay over my shoulder and into the bathroom we went. "You are very good with him Jamon," I told the teen as I got the water going. "He's all I have Lucian, and I'm all he has. We have to take care of each other." In the shower we soaked and soaped. "You know he's going to pester you to let him suck your cock. He's been wanting to try it for some time now but I wouldn't let him but he really likes you a lot. I can't believe it. "There's a lot of cock in this house baby boy. Perhaps Gideon can have a go with one of them. I know darn well that they would be open to it." Jamon grinned at me. "Yeah, I know, they told me so." He went about rinsing himself off and I took the time to admire his body. As I said, the dark skin glistened under the water, the muscles of a growing boy ebbing and flowing as he moved. I seriously wondered what it would be like to have the boy as part of our household, to be able to be with him on a regular basis as I was with the rest of the boys. We got out and dried off then went back to the bedroom to find Gideon curled up at one edge of the bed, his thumb in his mouth, sound asleep. He had taken his underwear off and tossed them to the floor. "I figured that would happen," Jamon whispered, "his falling asleep I mean. The being naked doesn't surprise me though." "Perhaps he won't remember this in the morning," I opined. "Oh, he'll remember, trust me. That little imp doesn't forget much of anything." We crawled into bed and Jamon snuggled up to me and we held each other loosely. "This is the safest I've felt in years Lucian," he said against my chest. "I don't want it to end." "Don't think about it ending baby boy," I said quietly, "we'll figure something out for you and Gideon." "I like it when you call me your baby boy. I know you say to all the boys at some time or other but it still makes me feel special." I gently pushed him away so I could look in his deep dark eyes. "You are special Jamon; very special. Don't ever forget that." A small tear appeared at the corner of his eye and he nodded his head. "Thank you Lucian. I won't forget it, I promise." He snuggled back into me and I rubbed his back and before long he was snoring softly and I was left, once again, wondering how I was going to resolve the problem. As it would turn out, the solution was both unexpected as well as simple.