Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 19:40:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Walmart Wail III

DISCLAIMER: I don't know anything about the Native American tribe mentioned
in this story. While many tribes with Casinos offer per capita checks or
other forms of payment, to their enrolled members, the amount and frequency
varies greatly from coast to coast and tribe to tribe. There are stories
however of vast amounts of money given to tribal members but what I mention
here is way over the top. In any case, this is a story, treat it as such
and try to enjoy it.

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I woke in the middle of the night, on my side, with Seneca pressed up
against me. I could feel his hard cock against my butt and his soft snoring
behind my head. His arm was draped across my side and dangling against my
belly. I woke again about 2 a.m. with the positions reversed and my hard
cock was pressed into his slender butt. My arm was draped around his body
and Seneca was holding it against his body, albeit lightly, as if it were a
teddy bear.

At 5:30 I slipped quietly out of bed and padded downstairs, put a K-cup in
the Keurig and cup under the spout and hit brew, the machine already having
been on for half an hour. While it did its thing I pissed in the downstairs
bathroom, patting 2 of the dogs on the way and the 3rd one on the way
back. I snagged the mug of coffee and padded to my office and booted up the
computer and after punching in the security codes went to my office email
and despite it being there being a holiday I was presented with a half
dozen missives regarding the various projects we were working on.

I employed 50-60 people full time and that included a full mechanics shop
to deal with vehicles and equipment. These were partially upper echelon
people; project supes and various department heads and the like. Of those
about half were journeymen, men with the requisite skills and experience in
their particular area manage their portion of a job, hire and/or train or
fire labor people, troubleshoot problems and the like. I was not a
micro-manager but I was goddamned aware of most details on any given job
site. I was non-union but the unions couldn't balk because I paid
prevailing wages and offered almost identical benefits that cost less to
the employees than what union dues were. And, as I said, I hired native
workers whenever I could whether it was for a native project or not and
that endeared me to tribes within a 500 mile radius of where my offices
were located. I made good money, my workers all made good money, and we put
out a good product. To top that off we were busy year round and had plenty
of projects in the hopper. Life was good.

And now I was considering taking on the biggest project of my life; the
responsibility of another human being, a boy. Interestingly enough one of
the emails was from one of the people that I needed to talk to regarding
Seneca's situation.

I opened another browser window, did a quick google and found what I was
looking for; possibilities of Seneca's tribal affiliation. I went back to
the email, answered the questions that were put to me then added my own
questions in return, explaining my situation.

After taking care of business I brewed another mug of coffee then went to
the local newspapers' website and began reading the news. Not surprisingly
there was nothing of any interest there. I brewed a 3rd cup and began
thinking about the day. I didn't have to be anywhere in particular. I had
plenty of people to handle virtually everything. I could take the van and
check on a few sites, take Seneca with me to show him around. If he was
going to live with me, and I was beginning to hope that would be the case,
then some of the people who work for me needed to see him, to be aware of
him as a person. The nature of our relationship was the important key.

As I brewed another cup I quickly ran through the possibilities available
to explain the permanent presence of a 13 year old boy in my
life. Certainly the foster child scenario was the easiest but from whom. A
relative, dear friends who had named me god father and were now dead,
perhaps an illegitimate son that I had no idea existed and I was the only
living relative. I would bounce the idea off of Seneca and see what his
thoughts were about the subject. With that thought the boy in question came
into the kitchen.

Still clad in his briefs, his hair all akimbo, Seneca had a pleasant grin
on his face. He came right over to me and melted into my arms and hugged me
tightly to which I responded accordingly. After backing off slightly he
leaned up and bowed my head to kiss him.

"Good morning sunshine, sweet te hao ma?"  "What," he said as he absently
scratched his balls.

"I said how was your sleep. I said it in Mandarin which is a Chinese
dialect."

"You speak Chinese," Seneca asked, somewhat incredulously I might add. I
grinned

"No, just a few words. You smell good," I added.

"Thank you; I slept good. I woke up once and your hard cock was pressed
against my butt. It felt really good so I pressed back against and you
groaned a little bit."

"Well how interesting. I don't remember you doing that although I also woke
up when we were in that position. I also woke up with the positions
reversed and your hard cock against my butt. Felt pretty good." Seneca
hugged me again then kissed me.

"Can I have coffee too Jody?" I shrugged my shoulders, said sure and tossed
in a k-cup for him. "I'm sorry I fell asleep during the movie. I guess I
was more tired than I thought." I agreed with him but said it was no
problem at all. Seneca asked what we were going to do for the day so I told
him about checking out some of the job sites.

"What do you think about going out for breakfast Seneca?" He smiled and
said it was fine with him as long as he got to eat. I told him that was
spoken like a true boy.

"So, I was thinking Seneca, we need to have some sort of story regarding
your being with me today and since we would have to create one if things
work out and you can stay with me then we'll definitely need one. Any
thoughts on that?" He mulled that over while he sipped the coffee, looked
at me as if doing an assessment then grinned.

"How old are you Jody?" I told him I was 33. "Did you ever like, go away
somewhere like college or anything like that?" Indeed I had. My father had
wanted me to go to a trade school that he attended in the Midwest so I went
away for 3 years.

"That's fucking perfect, you know that. How about I be your son that you
never knew about til I showed up on your doorstep?  All the rest of my
history can stay as it is. I think we look enough alike for that to be a
believable story." I was surprised that Seneca came up with that story line
because of the scenario's I was thinking about that was the most plausible
in my mind. I hadn't considered that we looked much alike but in thinking
about it there were enough resemblances to make it plausible.

We finished the coffee and headed upstairs to shower although I also needed
to dump. In the bathroom I pulled out a new brush for my Oral B and set it
up for Seneca. "I gotta drop a deuce before I shower." Seneca gave me a
strange look so I explained it. He laughed.

"Well I'll brush my teeth while you do that then you can brush yours while
I go." I went behind the short wall and did my thing, wondering about the
boy that had come into my life. When I was done we changed places and since
neither of us had our briefs on Seneca had to comment on my cock. I patted
his tender little butt on the way by while also admiring his cock.

I adored boys but I really loved boys of Seneca's age, stature and
development. They were the very cream of the crop in my opinion. I'd had
the opportunity to bed plenty when I was a boy but fewer after I went to
college and even less after that. I have to point out that wasn't the
reason for considering having Seneca live with me. I'd been having some
thoughts about finding a surrogate mother and having a child or even
adopting a child although raising one from scratch didn't appeal to me as
much as a child somewhat older say, out of diapers at least.

I finished, Seneca finished and we hit the shower. We washed each other but
not as a sexual endeavor and amazingly enough got through it with Seneca
staying soft. Until we hugged with soapy bodies and moved them around a
little. I love frottage in the shower and within moments Seneca did
too. The boy hardened up quickly.

"God this feels fucking awesome Jody," Seneca moaned as my body rubbed
around on his, mashing our cocks together. I reached behind him and cupped
his delicious little butt and held him to me for leverage and ground my
body even harder against his. We kissed hot and heavy as our slippery
bodies rubbed against each other, Seneca moaning heavily from the intensity
of the feelings flooding his young body.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Jody," he moaned, then "ohhh fuck; feels so good, he
murmured softly" I felt his body stiffen then shudder as his sperm shot up
through his young cock. He crammed his mouth against mine, forced his
tongue into my mouth and pressed his groin against mine as hard as he
could. I felt my body tip over the edge and I too added sperm to the
slippery mixture between our bodies. We had broken the kiss so I worked on
Seneca's neck which garnered more moans and then giggles and an attempt to
get away.

We both finally stopped moving and just held each other and reveled in the
afterglow of a morning sperming. Seneca rested his head on my chest and I
rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his hair with my fingers.

"That was really fun Jody." I kissed his hair and told him I was glad the
thought so and that we could do it again some time, that doing it in bed
with lube was lots of fun too. We separated, kissed then re-washed our
bellies then got out and dried off. Seneca pulled on a pair of teal
underwear and again I commented on how hot he looked in them. He giggled
and shooed at me but I know he was pleased at the comment.

We got dressed and headed downstairs and after a thought or 2 I decided to
take the dogs with me. They were very well behaved and could enjoy the
different scenery and maybe after we could take them to the beach and let
them run there for a bit. We headed down stairs and I grabbed a set of keys
off the rack and headed out into the garage. I hit the button for the 3rd
bay down and whistled for the dogs at the same time. I flipped a light on
for the bay and heard Seneca let out a little gasp.

"Wow Jody, what is that?"

"That" was a 1956 Ford F100 panel van, fully customized. It was painted a
beautiful lavender pearl and in the panels was the 7 drums Construction
logo. Off to one side was a large native drum with 4 eagle feathers in a
cluster dangling from behind it. The truck wasn't slammed but it was
certainly lowered and had 15's on custom rims. The exhaust pipes were
molded into the body along the bottom with their chrome tips exiting one in
front of the other in front of the rear wheels. The entire front end was a
tilt-away that revealed a sweet 302 with tri-power and lots of chrome. The
door handles were shaved and filled and opened electronically, the radio
antennae were frenched into the cab just behind the drivers' door.

Inside the truck were custom leather buckets with 4 point harnesses, Muncie
4 speed, tilt telescopic steering, killer sounds and anything else that
mattered. The windows were tinted at 30% which is quite dark and were
electric. That included the two on the back doors which had required
putting the device to open them lower than stock. I had it done so when the
dogs were back there they had some fresh air. I had entered the truck in
car shows the past 3 years and trophied on a regular basis. And it was all
a write for advertising.

I let the dogs in the back then Seneca and I got in and fired it up. The
rumble of that motor was sweet. As predicted I backed out of the garage to
perfectly clear albeit cold weather. Our first stop was Porky Sue's, a
large hole in the wall that served incredible food. They had a half dozen
or so different kinds of bacon, sausages galore and ham slices large enough
to cover a dinner plate. That was only the beginning. I grabbed a corner
table. A hot looking boy by the name of Sam was at our table with water
almost before we got the chairs pulled up to the table.

"Hey Jody," he said jovially, eyeballing Seneca while addressing me. Sam
had sort of semi-flirted with me before. 14 years old, he stood a solid
5'8, had black hair work just a little shaggy. Sam always had a sunny smile
on his smooth face. He also always had one of those little restaurant
aprons on so I never did see if he had a bulge or not but he sure had a
terrific ass.

"Hey Sam, how's things going?"

"Good Jody, still waiting for you to call me to do your yard work." He had
asked at the end of summer if he could work for my company but I didn't
really have anything he could do, besides we generally didn't work
weekends.

"Well, Spring is on the way Sam, we'll look at it then, okay? By the way,
Sam, this is my son Seneca, Seneca this is Sam?" The boys shook hands and
again, Sam seemed to be eyeballing Seneca closely.

"I didn't know you had a son Jody."  Seneca jumped right in

"Neither did he until 2 days ago." Sam looked perplexed. Seneca looked
around somewhat dramatically then sort of lifted up out the chair and
covered the side of his mouth. "I'm a bastard child." Then he sat back
down. Sam didn't skip a beat.

"Hey, so am I, maybe we should hook up sometime and compare notes. Are you
going to be living with Jody?"  Seneca said he didn't know and Sam
responded quickly with, "Well I hope you do." Then he headed off, looked
back and said, "Cool name by the way." I looked at Seneca with a raised
eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Just tryin out the story," he said with a grin. Our waitress came over, I
suggested something for Seneca and we ordered.

"You think he's gay Jody," my new "son" asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Might be. He has been flirty with me in the past and he sure seemed
interested in you." Seneca grinned and said he thought so too.

"Sooo what do you think about me being with another boy if I live with you?
Not that I want to be; just asking."

Well, those are things that we'd have to discuss Seneca. Generally I
wouldn't think it would be a problem as long as we're clear about what the
expectations are." He nodded his head in understanding, was quiet for a
moment then shot me a wicked grin.

"Sooo what do you think about playing sexy with 2 boys at the same time?" I
raised an eyebrow.

"Is that something you'd consider?" He thought about it a bit.

"Maybe; yeah. I mean, I really loved what you and me have done so far and I
know we're gonna do more stuff, but I think it would be kinda hot seeing
you be sexy with another boy. I think it would be hot for me to have you
watch me be sexy with another boy." Seneca seemed quite sincere about his
thoughts without it seeming to be crude or lewd.

Our food showed up and Seneca was totally impressed with the amount of it
and after the first bite he fairly swooned. We tucked in, not talking much
at all. Sam came by and asked if everything was okay and again, his focus
was on Seneca.

"Would it be okay if I gave Seneca my phone number Jody," asked me and I
nodded my head. The boy pulled a piece of paper out of his apron and handed
it to my boy. "Just in case you said yes," he giggled. Then to Seneca,
"Call me, okay?"

"Yeah I will, if I'm living here I mean."

"Cool; here's hoping," he said and walked off. Seneca watched him for about
10 feet then looked at me.

"Cute butt." I asked if it was as cute as mine. He gave me another grin and
said, "Not even."

We finished breakfast, got another reminder from Sam for Seneca to call him
and headed out the door. We piled in the van and headed for the first job
site.

Overall it was uneventful. We let the dogs out to run, talked with job
foreman, talked about any problems of which there were always a few. I had
to introduce Seneca to a few people at each site and about half of them
said he looked just like me. It seemed the story would hold. Just before
noon I got a phone call from the gal that I'd had emailed at the tribe.

"Jody, Helen, are you free right now?" I told her I was and she asked if I
could stop by her office. "We're not officially open today so I'll be
waiting at the door. I'll need to talk with you privately though." I said
okay, we loaded up the dogs and headed off. I was pulling into their
parking lot 15 minutes later. It abutted a large vacant lot that the dogs
were familiar with so I asked Seneca if he would mind watching them while
they did their business and I attended to mine. He said sure.

"I don't know what you've stumbled onto Jody," Helen said once we were
settled into chairs in her lobby, "but it's a cluster fuck, you should
pardon my language." I was curious of course but Helen wanted to know how I
had come upon the boy and what if any plans I had. I explained the whole
story then told her I was seriously considering fostering him if
possible. She and I had talked before about me fostering a kid or even
adopting one.

"He's had a crappy life Helen, has no parents that he's aware of and has
been kicked out the only place he's lived for the past 3 years. He's a nice
kid and we seem to get along great." She listened attentively while I
talked but I could tell that she was slightly distracted.

"Well as it turns out his father died in prison about 9 months ago and he's
the one that is native. According my contact at his tribal enrollment
office there are quite a few relatives, all of them distant, that have been
looking high and low for the boy, all of them wanting to take custody of
him, foster or even adopt him. My contact says that all of them are drunks
or drug addicts, have been in and out of jail, don't work and the list goes
on and on. She said, and I quote, not a one of them is worth a shit in a
sandstorm."

"What's the deal then Helen, why all the clamor?"

"That's the kicker. The boy is worth between 9 and 14 million dollars."

"WHAT?" I all but yelled and stood up, almost knocking the chair over. "How
the fuck did that happen; `scuse my own French." It was interesting and an
interesting story. First of all his particular band of the tribe, like
numerous others, got a huge settlement from the government from past
treaties. They also leased some gas and oil rights. Then they built a large
destination resort and casino which was the only one within 500 miles and
they're in a range of 3 fairly substantial urban area. The casino is
pulling in something like 5 million dollars a day during the week, almost
twice that much on weekends. All tribal members got a huge dividend about 4
years ago to the tune of a half million dollars and they currently receive
a monthly per capita check of something like 15 thousand dollars.

"Our casino's do a pretty big business," Helen said, "and our members get
monthly per cap's and bonuses 4 times a year but nothing even close to half
of that much money. They get crazy money. Anyway, his dad got it all too
but it's been held in a trust fund for him and now that he's dead it all
goes to his son. That's why all the relatives want to find the boy. Their
particular band didn't get part of the settlement for some reason and their
own casino's don't make anything like what Seneca's does.

"I told my contact about you, your connections and history with this tribe
along with your blood quantum from your own tribe. She said that they need
to be doing something pretty soon or tribal council may declare him dead
and he loses it all. That's tribal politics. She said that it's possible
that they could arrange for you to have custody of Seneca and even adopt if
you wanted to. I did mention that you had been thinking about such a thing
anyway. So, being native puts you in a solid spot and all of the other
stuff just solidifies your position."

To say that I was stunned would be way to mild a word. I just sat there
breathing for moment. Helen said she'd like to speak with Seneca privately
as well. "I have no intention of telling him about the money and I suspect
that is something that you would also keep mum on for the moment." I nodded
my head. "Okay, well why don't you bring him in then go play with the dogs
for 5 minutes or so."

I called in Seneca, introduced the two then went outside and played with
the brutes, all the while trying to get my head wrapped around the idea
that the boy in my care was a multi-millionaire with a monthly income twice
that of what mine was. Helen called me in about 5 minutes later, allowing
the dogs to come in as well.

"God I love those beasts," she said with a smile. The dogs all knew Helen,
were familiar with the office so quite at home. Seneca had stood up and
came over to me as soon as I came in the building.

"Helen says that I might be able to live with you Jody and maybe you could
even adopt me. Is that true?" I nodded my head. "Do you want to Jody, have
me live with you and adopt me?" The boy was on the verge of tears.

"Yeah Seneca, I do, if you you'll have me." I said it softly.

"Oh my God Jody," Seneca cried out and slammed into me, hugging me tighter
than he had since we'd met some 30 hours before. He was weeping openly and
I began to cry as well, soft silent tears but tears none the less. Even
Helen was overcome with the display of emotion and had tears rolling down
her brown toned face. The dogs caught on to the emotion and wanted to get
their big noses into things in order to comfort their humans and that
caused all of us to laugh.

"Jody I can't think of anything I would want more than to live with you,
for you to be my step dad or foster dad or whatever." He hugged me again
and I whispered in his ear that I was glad he felt that way because I did
too. Helen asked if we'd mind hanging around for about 5 minutes while she
made some phone calls. Seneca and I took the dogs outside and rough housed
around with them.

"Do you think it could really happen Jody," Seneca.

"Dunno Seneca, but Helen seems to think there's a good chance." Seneca
allowed as how that would be the best thing that had ever happened to him
in his life. Helen came out about 5 minutes later and called us back into
the building.

"Your tribe Seneca is supportive of Jody fostering you however I have to
inform you that your father passed away in federal prison about a year
ago. Also that you do have relatives that want to take you in so you will
have to sign a declaration stating that you do not wish to live with them
that you wish to live here with Jody. Now, that being said there is
something else that I am instructed to tell you." Helen looked at me and
gave me a little nod which of course Seneca caught.

"What? Is there a problem? God my aunt can't want me and I wouldn't go back
there if she did."

"No Seneca, it's not bad, it's actually a fantastic thing. The tribe has
had some very lucrative business deals in the past 7-8 years and some of
the tribal members have benefited nicely from it; you and your father among
them."

"Oh gosh does that mean I'm going to some money? I never had money before,
not really." He looked at me and said, "Gee whiz Jody I could maybe pay you
back for the clothes you bought me."

"Well Seneca here's the thing. You can't have your money until you're 18th
birthday although a check will be sent to Jody once a month to help with
your care, which, if I know Jody, will be given to you. Now, your father's
money on the other hand doesn't come under those rules so you would
actually receive that almost immediately." Seneca was getting fidgety. "The
exact amount isn't known right now Seneca, so best guess is that you would
get somewhere between 4 and 7 million dollars right away." Both Helen and I
watched for the boys' reaction, which was to start laughing.

"Very funny you guys, how much is it really Helen? A thousand, a couple
hundred, what?"

"Seneca, look at me," I said. The adorable young boy did as I asked. "That
is the correct amount, or somewhere close. Between your father's money and
yours its between 9 & 14 million, nobody really knows. That's the gods
honest truth. However much of it was his, you will be getting right
away. You will also receive a monthly stipend, the rest goes into a trust
fund for you until you reach legal age." The boy just stared at me like I
had 3 eyes or something.

"I, I don't understand Jody." He fell into an arm chair and sat there,
dazed. "What do I do with all that money? I never even heard about that
much money and now I have that much" He was speaking softly, as if speaking
any louder would break the spell or something, I didn't know.

"Seneca, you don't have to do anything with it. On the other hand you'll be
able to buy just about anything you want. Mostly it will sit in a bank and
earn interest for you."

"I don't want anything Jody, except maybe clothes and a bike." Seneca was
really having a hard time grasping the situation.

"Helen why don't you go ahead and do what you need to do. Please tell the
people on the other end that I'm going to set up a trust for Seneca's
initial endowment. Let them know that I'm using Spirit House Investments
too please. It can't hurt using native business people." In fact I gave a
lot of work to native owned and operated businesses. If they could do the
job they got the work and so far things had worked out very well.

"Come on Seneca, let's go home," I said gently. When he got to his feet I
put an arm around his shoulder and he snuggled into me. I winked and waved
to Helen who gave me a thumbs up. We climbed in the van and Seneca just
sort of slumped in the seat with his eyes closed. I elected to head home,
maybe get him to lie down and take a nap or something. 25 minutes later we
pulled through the gates. I stopped and let the dogs out to explore or run
the rest of the way to the house. After parking the van I got out and went
around the passenger side and opened the door. Seneca was awake but mute.

"Come on son, let's go in the house." He looked at me askance but got out
and allowed me to lead him upstairs where I started to get him undressed,
which he allowed.

"Why don't you lay down and see if you can sleep." I guided him to the bed
and got him in under the covers. When I started to turn away he said,

"Will you lay with me Jody, please?" I stripped to my briefs, just as he
was and climbed in and faced him. Seneca melted up against me and held me
as tight as he ever had. We clutched each other for a good minute then his
body relaxed and before I knew it his breathing leveled and I knew he
fallen asleep. I lay there with him in my arms, my own brain a turmoil over
what had transpired over the past 40 minutes. That was a lot of money; 14
million. Or even 9 if that's all it was. It didn't take long before I
drifted off as well.

I woke up with my cock being manipulated but it couldn't have been going on
long because I was still soft. His hand continued to manipulate my parts
and of course it "woke up".

"Feeling better are you baby boy," I asked and ruffled his hair. He looked
up at me and grinned.

"I think so. Can I take your cock out Jody?"

"Sure you can, you don't really have to ask." Seneca tugged the front of my
briefs down under my balls so I lifted up to get them at least below my
ass. He then put his face in my crotch and just breathed.

"Gosh I love that smell Jody," he said softly. My cock was rising quickly
and Seneca putting his mouth over the end sped the process up
noticeably. Once fully boned, the boy went about alternating between
sucking it, and licking and nuzzling the head and shaft. I let him work on
me for a few minutes then said,

"How about if you swing your body around so I can suck on you too Seneca,"
I said.

He did as I asked and when he was in place I worked his underwear down to
his knees and pulled his cock to me and began doing what to him what he'd
been doing to me. He had some precum seeping out of his barely visible piss
slit so I tugged his foreskin back and cleaned it off before putting it
into my mouth and swallowing it to the root. Seneca was sucking my cock and
playing with my balls and moaning softly as he did it. I draped an arm over
his hip and cupped his butt then encouraged to start moving, to fuck my
face. The boy caught on a in a second was gently undulating his hips and
moving his young boner in and out of my mouth. My hand played with his
gluteal cleavage, moving inward to graze back and forth across his puckered
butt hole. As was typical it didn't take a whole long time before Seneca
said he was going to cum and shortly after that he, shooting his small
amount of cum into my mouth.

"Can you cum in my mouth too Jody, I want to taste your sperms?"

"I can but not in this position. How about we move?" I had him move to the
head of the bed, propped against the headboard and I knelt in front of him
and offered the boy my cock. Seneca took it greedily, cupping my balls and
stroking me as he sucked. Looking down on his beautiful smooth face, the
long lashes resting on the underside of his orbital socket and of course
his perfect lips wrapped around my raging hard cock was an amazing
sight. It helped to bring on my orgasm which, when it came, was pretty
good.

"I'm going to squirt pretty soon Seneca," said in a hoarse voice. He nodded
his head and kept sucking, kept swirling his tongue all around the
sensitive swollen head. When I did cum, his hazel eyes shot open in
surprise. It only took a couple of squirts to fill his mouth and try as he
may he couldn't swallow it all. Sperm started leaking out the corner of his
mouth. He pulled his mouth away and got shot along the left side of smooth
face. He held the head against his face at the outer corner of his mouth
and my cum oozed out and began to run immediately. He his mouth back over
the head and swallowed the rest and when it was done took his mouth away
and gently rubbed the seeping head against his mouth and cheek, slipping it
into his mouth for a suck or two then rubbing it again and spread my sperm
all over the place, then sucking my cock head again then rubbing and
smearing. It was so hot to watch that I goddamn near came again.

"Fuck Jody that was the hottest thing ever," Seneca said when I finally
pulled my cock out of his hand.

"It was for me too baby boy. Go look at yourself in the mirror." I moved
from above him and Seneca went to the first mirror and stared at his
reflection.

"Fuck," was about all he could say. We climbed in the shower and cleaned
off and went back to the bed to snuggle and hug or huggle.

"That's a lot of money isn't it Jody," Seneca stated rather than
asked. "I'm going to be rich." His head was resting on my shoulder, an arm
draped across my belly, one leg thrown over mine with the knee drawn up to
rest against my balls. I had one arm around him and holding him, the other
across his waist.

"Yes it is baby boy; it's a lot of money. You'll have a lot of money in a
few weeks or less and when you're 18 it will be more than doubled. You and
I will talk with financial people to determine the best way of keeping it
and generating more money," I explained.

"But I don't need more Jody; not really."

"I know Seneca but it's going to make money no matter where you put unless
you keep it at home and keeping that much cash around the house isn't an
option so it will need to be invested." He was quiet for a moment.

"I would like to pay your back for the clothes you bought Jody and I would
like to have a bike." He then raised up and looked me in the eyes and with
excitement in his voice said, "You know what I've always wanted? A go
cart. Could I get a go cart Jody?" I laughed.

"Sure, if you want one. We've got space here for you to drive it, the
driveway at the very least. I suppose we could build a track around the
property or something."

"I'd have to buy you one too Jody," he said as he snuggled back into me. I
had already given consideration to the idea that the boy was likely to want
to buy me things and with his money those things could be large and
expensive. I was determined not to take gifts from him, or more accurately
to encourage him not to buy things for me. I knew that for his self-esteem
it would be necessary to accept gifts from time to time but it would to be
a topic that needed to be discussed and sooner rather than later. A few
months down the line Seneca would drop a real big bomb and it would be
presented to me in a way that made good sense. I would also require us to
form a legal partnership. But that's getting ahead of the story.

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