Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2022 03:47:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son 12

Yes it's been a minute, 4 years' worth. Since then 160 stories-240 chapters
posted. I haven't been idle.

On another note, In an earlier chapter I stated that London would go to
Chase School. I just realized that was not my intent, he would attend
Choate Rosemary. In my dyslexic brain I used the wrong "C" word. Sorry. It
doesn't affect the story in any way. N-joi

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It felt good to be back home after a hell of a busy, almost frenetic, 22
days flying all over Europe. Meeting and getting to know Bill was
interesting as well as profitable and he seemed to appreciate it as much as
we did. The triplets were total gods in the looks department, were my size
in the cock department and were all queer. I ended up fucking and getting
fucked by all 3 of them.

They were highly gifted musicians and their concerts were amazing. The
crowds reminded me of films I'd seen of the Beatles audiences and fans as
well as the Bieber concerts. I'm sure that all the girls were soaking their
panties and the boys were literally creaming their jeans. Of course the
triplets thought that their little cousin London was about the cutest
goddamned thing and he was honored by getting all three long fat dicks up
his ass and down his throat plenty of times before we left.

Somewhere along the line the subject of dogs came up and London reminded me
of the promise that we could get one. Bill was part of the conversation and
asked us some question about breed, sex, the usual stuff. It turned out
that he knew people who knew people so the end result was us picking up a
pair of puppies while we were in Germany. Purebred from long lines of GSD
royalty, generations of blue ribbon champions in show, agility and
Shutzhund they cost us 6 grand a pop.

Before I committed, I called Tanner, my head of security. It turned out
that one of my guys, Cray, had been a K9 trainer and partner for 5 years
until his dog was killed in action in the sandbox. He was the one in charge
of our guard dogs. He said nothing would make him happier than having a
pair of dogs to train. That pretty much clinched the deal.

We got a male and a female that were from 2 different sets of parents so
unrelated. They were only 4 weeks old so wouldn't be able to go home for at
least 2 months.  When we did get them they would be house and kennel
trained, have a very good understand of basic commands as well as a handful
of simple tricks. We were asked to leave some unwashed clothing from each
of us so the dogs would learn our scent. They were unnamed so we could
choose names although the breeders had some requirements and
suggestions. The name of the kennel would need to be part of the name as
the dogs would be registered with the AKC and the EKC.  They became Grindle
Farms Sparky and Grindle Farms Tabitha, Tabby for short.

We would end up taking a company Bombardier Global 8000 back to Germany in
October to bring them home. The jet was quite sumptuous and included a sofa
and chair as well as a small owners stateroom. Of course we christened it
along with help from 2 of London's school mates.

Most of the students at Choate lived on campus and when London befriended
them we got permission from some of the boys' parents to stay with us on
occasional weekends or short holidays particularly because their families
didn't live close by and in any case often traveled on business. Two of our
first and steady guests were Jalen and Hunter, a grand nephew of Hunter S
Thompson, were both 13 and cute as the dickens. And very sexually charge
which is how London hooked up with them in the first place. On the trip we
managed to get to spend a few days with the triplets which turned into a
royal fuck fest but more on all that later.

On our return home London and I were met at the front door by Childers and
our new butler, Jensen. A handsome enough man, he was an easy 6 feet, and a
stocky man. I don't mean fat either. I mean, he looked like he could take
care of business in a back alley fight or be a professional linebacker. He
wore his black hair cut short on the sides and brushed up on top, longer
than a crew cut but shorter then the spikey cuts popular at that time. His
face was mostly smooth but he sported a mustache that was longer around the
cupid's bow but got shorter and thing as it hit the edge of his lips then
went down to meet his chin hair. It resembled a Van Dyke but wasn't. A very
thin line of hair ran from the center of his lower lip down to the goatee
portion. It was clear to me that he probably shaved twice a day to prevent
1 O'clock shadow.

  One of my first tasks on getting home was to go down to see Aaron. He
didn't look so good and he addressed it right off the bat. "I'm afraid that
I am not long for this world Loren. With your permission I would like to
meet my grandson." I couldn't refuse him, nor would I. My belief was that
it would be good for London to know him if only briefly. I wasn't ready to
show London the cave. It would be a difficult secret for a boy his age to
keep. Then again, the arrival of a dead grandfather also had the potential
to cause problems. I'd have to think on that one.

"Listen, how about if I arrange for our night and weekend chef Austin to
plan meal for you for Friday and we'll eat upstairs in the formal dining
room. He doesn't know who you are so you'll be a guest and the only other
person in the house would be Childers and of course Jensen." Loren gave me
a curious look then smiled softly.

"Thank you Loren. I would never have thought of that. I accept." He handed
me a sealed letter with instructions to give it to Straub as soon as
possible. There were other things that needed discussing including a
debrief of meeting Bill DeMarc. There were also instructions for various
and sundry things including a list of names of people who could handle the
dispersal of the treasure trove in the caves if I decided to do just that.

"Of course, you could likely hang the paintings and display some of the
other art work. It's not likely anyone would recognize the stuff as post
war plunder." I wasn't so sure but a decision any time soon wasn't
imperative so I let it go.

Aaron came up around 6pm where I waited in the library. He was quite
nattily dressed but his pallor was wan and the smile seemed a little
forced. I have him a warm hug. I phoned Childers, who was aware of the
evenings plan, and had him track down London for me. Five minutes later
came a knock on the door then in came Childers with my son. Obviously
London was a little shocked to see an elderly man in the room.

"London," Childers said quite formally, "May I present your grandfather
Master Aaron Nusbaum. Master Nusbaum, your grandson Master London Carter."
London's jaw dropped.

"But I thought you were dead," he blurted out.

"Well," Aaron chuckled, "I'm closer to it now than I was yesterday
London. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extended a hand which London
refused to take instead going into Aarons arms for a hug. Arron's eyes got
teary. When they separated London said,

"Are staying in a hiding place here in the house grandpa?" Aaron and I
looked at each other. I asked my son what prompted that question. "Well,
I've been outside for the last couple hours and didn't see any car pull up
or seen anybody walking around except the guards so you musta come from
somewhere close by."

"Perhaps we could hold off on that discussion London," Aaron said,
"Meanwhile, I want to know all about you." Childers had left the room
saying dinner would be served in 30 minutes. I stopped him and asked him to
set a 4th place as we would be having a guest for dinner which got a
startled look from Aaron. I explained my plan and he smiled.

I listened while London and Aaron talked, the old man asking questions
about this thing or that and London answering honestly. It was clear that
the two of them hit it off. London was quite excited about having a
grandfather and Aaron seemed to almost dote on the boy.

Dinner was called and off we went and sat down to a bone in prime rib roast
with all the fixings including Yorkshire pudding. As soon as Childers
served us he asked if there was anything else and Aaron took the lead.

"Yes my dear friend," Arron said. "Take off the gloves and join us for
supper." I thought the man was going to cry which was a little
unnerving. Dinner was superb, the conversation light although most of it
revolved around London. Childers actually let his guard down, engaged in
conversation and I actually heard him chuckle a few times. By god the
statue was alive.

By the time the evening was over I'd decided to let London visit the
cave. I wanted for him to be able to spent more time with Aaron. When
London was off to the bathroom I told Aaron my thoughts and he
agreed. "He's a delightful boy Loren, you've done a good job." So it was
that when it was time to shut things down for the night I had London escort
us down to the cave. Naturally he was totally taken by the process to get
there and when he saw it he about shit his pants.

"This is about the most coolest thing ever," he exclaimed. We gave him the
tour but avoided the treasure rooms. He thought his grandfather's lavatory
and bathing system was brilliant. I would end up allowing London to come
down and visit often after I got a promise from Aaron not to try and engage
with him. He gave me his word.

Our first sexual adventure with a 3ed person happened a few days after
returning and was with Devin. I had asked the boys mother if he could stay
with us for a few days to help keep London company as Toshi was visiting
grandparents for part of the summer. I'd also given him a job with our
groundskeeping crew, mostly doing clean up but also learning some other
skills. Using the big riding mowers thrilled the kid. Things got started in
the indoor swimming pool after dinner. It was still a shock to see him
naked, his huge cock seeming way out of place on such a diminutive body. It
reminded me of a boy named Luke that I'd see on the internet some years
before. His photo series was titled Ecstasy for good reason. A small 13 yo
boy he sported a very long dick, long enough that he could get 3-4 inches
of it into his mouth while sitting.

Devin was by then totally unselfconscious about his boyhood so watching him
running about with that thing swaying like an elephant's trunk was a
thrill. Things got started in the shower afterwards when he asked for a
shoulder massage, making that request a big change for the otherwise shy
boy. Of course I had to wash his tight little ass and didn't shy away from
his hole. Between that and London washing his torso Devin was moaning
softly. As a group we decided to take it upstairs so used one of the secret
passageways to get up to my suite of rooms where we quickly engaged in some
heavy duty kissing and making out. Devin seemed just as inclined to engage
with me as with London which I was grateful for and he was letting his
passion go free and engaging with determination and sincerity. His shyness
seemed to lessen considerably when he got up into a fog of hotness.

When it came time to suck cock he went after mine with a vengeance. He did
a credible job and was getting better each time we got together. Devin went
after London's cock too while I went to town on his cock. Sucking that big
thing was a job, but one that I could live with. Since the opportunity
presented itself I peeled his butt cheeks open and went after his puckered
little butthole.

Like every other asshole I'd ever rimmed, I didn't miss anything within 3
inches of the actual hole. I licked and slurped the entire wrinkled muscle,
down along his perineum and onto the underside of his low hanging balls
then back up again. In the second trip down I pulled his long dong back
between his legs and thoroughly washed his swollen head then suckled for a
moment and went back north.

London was moaning loudly as was Devin, the latter having not given up on
London's cock even for a second. Devin even put on hand back and pulled on
his butt cheek to try and open himself up even more. After some 5 minutes,
maybe more, Devin moved away from London and thus me. He turned, sat, and
looked at me with eyes that were barely open.

"I think I want to get fucked Mr. Carter." I'd told him before that Loren
was fine but didn't feel then was the time to remind him of that. "I think
London should do it because your cock is so big and I know it'll hurt." He
was right, it would but so would London's cock which by then was pushing 5
inches, give or take and was half again as thick as my thumb. Yes, he was
large for his age but then, so had I been and clearly our guest was. But
hey, it was Devin's asshole and his choice and I wasn't the least bit
offended.

We got him and London lubed up and I finger fucked the boy on his back
while London got right up close. My son knew the drill and was ready. A
second finger brought Devin to a point where he said he thought he was
ready so I nodded to London. I kept up the movement for a moment then
pulled my hand away and London shoved in and stopped immediately.

"Yowchie," Devin cried out. I offered the usual direction in a soft voice
close to his ear. The boy finally settled in and told London to go ahead
and put it in him. London did so. He went slowly, just as he'd watched and
felt me do. I was proud of him. Once he bottomed out London asked Devin how
he was doing, which was fine. London held the boys legs out of the way and
began to fuck him.

I was proud of my son. This was sort of his first fuck of a boy outside the
usual group stuff we'd done with Dane's group. Remaining on his knees
London got into an easy steady rhythm. I lay next to them propped up on and
elbow, watching the expressions on Devin's smooth face. I watched as his
facial muscle relaxed as the pain drifted away and pleasure began to set
in.

"Can I help with anything Devin," I asked him. He shook his head then said,
"Maybe we could kiss Mr. Carter."

"Only if you call me Loren," I said kindly.

"Okay Loren." At that I leaned above him and lowered my head. We gave up
tender little kisses until he started really getting into it. I had noticed
that his cock was being left alone so moved a hand and began feeling him up
then slowly stroking him. That's when the soft moans started. Somehow the
boys' hand found my cock and he tried to stroke me but it was haphazard. He
was too young and inexperienced to multi-task and the feelings ripping
through his young teenage body were pretty overwhelming.

I could tell that the boy was getting close to cumming so stopped kissing
and asked and got a head nod. "How about if I suck your cock sweet boy?" He
nodded his head. I moved down and took hold of his raging rock hard rod and
put my mouth over the end and got yet another moan.

London started to fuck the boy harder which helped drive Devin's prodigious
pecker into my mouth a little harder. Devin's moans got louder as did the
grunts each time my son slammed into him. It didn't take much longer before
the young teen all but cried out. I felt his cock thicken against my lips
then his sperm flood my mouth. I swallowed quickly but managed to get a
nice taste and was grateful that it hadn't yet reached the bitter state. I
got a good mouthful before he went into oozing mode. His squirming and
pushing against my head told me he was the tickling stage so I let him,
albeit reluctantly.

London had continued to fuck the boy but finally stopped. I didn't cum yet
dad, want to fuck me?" Like I would refuse that. London pulled out, rolled
onto his back and I mounted him without ceremony. No foreplay either since
he was insistent that I get my cock into him.

I fucked him good and hard while Devin watched on, offering comments and
such, especially when he was behind us and could see everything very
clearly. I finally got my son to cum which encourage me to let loose and
load his ass up with my own sperm. Afterwards we showered and talked about
how it had been for Devin.

"I loved it Loren," he said with a grin then added, "I think I want you to
fuck me too. Not tonight but sometimes. We threw some clothes on and went
downstairs to get some snacking done. Austin bought out large pieces of
angel food cake with a cinnamon powdered sugar drizzle which was
delicious. Back upstairs we played some more and Devin fucked London while
I watched on and offered mouth and fingers along with dick to whoever
needed it.

The next morning I invited Jensen to join me in the library for coffee and
fresh baked pastries. I have him the same basic speech I'd given Childers
beginning with Loren when in an informal situation and Mr. Carter
otherwise. No master or other such honorifics unless the situation called
for it . He said he'd do his best. When asked, he said he felt familiar
with the house and it's needs. He said that Childers was not only a superb
butler but likewise a great teacher. When asked, he said he understood our
situation would do his best to guide as well as serve.

He shared and overview of his life with me, growing up poor with 5
siblings. A rough and tumble teen, he'd gotten into his share of trouble
and a serious situation prior to his 18th birthday caused him to rethink
his direction in life. With the help of a man that he greatly admired he
went to college for a few years, played on the varsity wrestling team and
continued martial arts training that he'd begun as a preteen. He was
currently a 2nd level masters belt in Ju-Jitsu and Shaolin Kung Fu. He
entered school for butlery at the age of 21 and fell in love with it. His
only other situation as a butler had been very rewarding but he wanted to
be her in the US so, here he was. Jensen would turn out to be great
employee a loyal friends and, one of us. I eventually learned that his
lover was a teacher at Choate, the man having gotten hired after we hired
Jensen. But all of that was another story.

We were nearing the end of July and London's 12th birthday was coming up on
August 16th. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and what he might
want to do. His thoughts bounced around between a handful of idea one of
which was going to Disneyworld.

"Can we get a go cart dad? I think they'd be so much fun and we could build
our own track and stuff. You could get one too." I thought that was a grand
idea and decided I'd talk to Jamie about it, the track part I mean.

"Can we maybe go to Hawaii or something for my birthday? We didn't get any
water time on our last trip." He was correct, we didn't. Then he said,
"Maybe we could stay at Dane's house there. He invited us, remember?" I did
remember and while I was not prone to asking people for things like that,
we were family and David and Cody had extended an open invitation whether
they were there or not. Of course we could buy our own home there if we so
desired. We could also spend time at the house in Florida but let's face
it, it isn't the same as Hawaii.

"I think we could do that son," I told him. I told him I was also
considering a trip to Montana to see the ranch.  Another topic had been
fermenting in my brain and I decided to talk with Tanner about it. About
that time Childers came into the library. "I will be leaving shortly
Loren," he said, "are there any things that we need to discuss?"

"As a matter of fact there are. Can you arrange for Tanner and Jamie to
meet with me. Perhaps in an hour at the cottage?" He nodded his head. I
told him about London's request, a possible trip for his birthday and the
other thing that had been niggling at my brain. He allowed as how having a
boy in the house certainly had changed the overall mood of the place. "All
for the good I mean. I think the staff is looking forward to London having
friends and playmates visit. This house needs the sounds of childhood." I
thought that rather poetic.

"On another note I have a special request." After my head nod he said, "I
only plan on being away for 10 days. After that, with Aaron's permission
and yours of course, I would like to stay down in the cave with him. He
doesn't have long and I'd like to be with him to the end."

"I think that is admirable Childers. You're welcome to stay with him as
long as he and you need. You'd still be close by in the event that I needed
you for something." He thanked me then offered me his hand which I gladly
took. The sound of the helicopter in the distance forced Childers to offer
his goodbyes and off he went. I futzed around for another 40 minutes then
went out to the garage and grabbed golf cart and headed to the cottage
where my head men were waiting.

I started with Jamie and the go cart idea. He asked questions and we hashed
things around. The big questions were what kind of cart which dictated what
type of track. The security dirt track that circled the property for
security purposes was about 2 miles long, maybe more would be perfect for
an ATV or off road type of go cart. We could also built a traditional
blacktopped track designed more for racing carts that the off road carts
could use. The third option would be to make some additions to the existing
track which at the moment was pretty simple and straightforward. Additions
would be adding off shoots with corners and slight hills and the like to
make it more exciting than just going round and round. I said I'd ask
London's opinion.

The project with Tanner was much more complicated. In short, I wanted to
build a training/recreation center for the security people to use for
training but that all employees would be welcome to use. It would include a
smaller indoor swimming pool with sauna, jacuzzi and the like, a half court
for basketball and even tennis or badminton. I wanted a first class weight
room, mats for martial arts, showers and locker rooms and a shooting range
for both pistols and rifles. I kitchen and dining area would also be good.

I discussed it with London that evening at dinner and he was all for the
off road idea and expanding the security track. He also though the idea of
a rec center was awesome. He asked if it would be okay to invite the twins
over for a day and maybe even an overnight. I was fine with that.

That evening after fucking London to sleep I visited Aaron and brought him
up to speed on what I was doing. He heartily approved of everything. I told
him about Childers request and he teared up but said he'd like that.  "So
tell me about the ranch in Montana."

His grandfather had picked it up cheap during the depression. The 97,000
acre rocking T was founded in 1882 and sat just north of Livingston and
northeast of Bozeman alongside the Crazy Mountains. The ranch sported open
range, mountain foothills, had the Musselshell river flowing along the
property as well as a 25 acre lake. They raised horses and Black Angus
cattle and alfalfa hay. The ranch was home to herds of bison, elk, deer
bear and plenty of other wildlife.

"We run a hunting lodge during the hunting seasons and a dude ranch for the
summer months. The lodge has a dozen bedrooms so is used for dude ranch
guests. We're considering a winter resort but not for skiing, our hills
aren't tall enough. But we can create some amazing sled and innertube runs
among other things.

"And the house in Florida," I asked. Aaron got a large smile on his face.

"There is a hell of a story behind that. The house is Casa di Incantato,
which means house of Enchantment, is a Mediterranean revival style home
with 52,000 square feet of living space in 3 distinct and separate
buildings and sits on 6½ walled acres in Palm Beach. One end faces the
intracoastal waterway and West Palm Beach and the other faces the Atlantic
Ocean. It consists of 16 bedrooms, 4 of which are VIP suites, 20 bathrooms
and half baths, 3 separate bedrooms are servants quarters. There are 2
swimming pools, a half dozen fountains and pools, a regulation tennis
court, a Koi pond resembling a small stream, over 400 feet of combined
beach. A dock and boathouse which has a 2 bedroom apartment on the 2nd
floor faces the intracoastal waterway while a fully contained 2 bedroom
house and pool is right on the Atlantic Ocean. The beach house is accessed
by a private tunnel under Ocean boulevard which cuts through that end of
the property.

"I met the previous owner in Nice in 1933 or so when I was 14 years
old. His name was Broussard and he was traveling on a spectacular 3 masted
sailing yacht with a retinue that included some 10 or 11 boys ranging from
8 to 14 years old, a body guard and a business partner that was his lawyer
and friend. At that time he and the boys were worth a combined 1.1 billion
dollars at least." I was shocked. That was a staggering amount of money for
that time.

"He had adopted all but 2 of the boys, five of whom had been street boys
that inherited a massive estate from an old lady who had cared for
them. They in fact inherited the house. One of the non-adopted boys had an
estate worth some 100 million or more. Broussard had inherited his fortune
at age 36 from a life long lover and that was added to by inheriting
fortunes from at least 2 more business partners who shared his sexual
practices, that of being boy lovers.

"The group formed a corporation which Lucian managed, and among their
holdings was an 80 thousand square foot home at Newport, a 600 year old
castle in England that he inherited, a mansion in LA along with over 200
acres of prime property in what was now Beverly Hills and various landmark
areas of the city. There was an airline, the largest construction company
in LA until 1955. Hundreds of prime properties all over Florida and
throughout the Midwest.  Add to that thousands of shares in blue chip
companies, many that ended up as part of the war effort. He was on first
name basis with FDR. Hearst, the Biltmore's and every other of the
ultra-wealthy at the time.

"My father and I engaged with him and the boys while they were in Nice and
again when they visited us in Germany. Those boys were all randy as
hell. Talk about a fuck fest. Anyway we stayed in touch, had some business
dealings together over the years as well as a few more gatherings until the
boys began leaving home for college. I bought the house from the boys, then
in their 40's, in 1967 for 18 million and it's now worth about 150
million. It's a spectacular home and I recommend keeping it. In any case
there is a lot more to their story which I'll share when we have more
time."

As I headed back upstairs something that Aaron had said was niggling at the
back of my brain. It finally came to me as I was drifting off to
sleep. Based on what he'd said that evening, he had to be more than his
declared 91 years old. Closer to 100 would be more accurate but still a
fair looking 100.

The twins came to work with their mother the next day. Shawn and Brian were
about the cutest set of twins I'd ever seen. Slender and slightly small
statured the 13 year old's wore their wavy yellow blonde hair parted to one
side and was past their shoulders. Large and inquisitive baby blue eyes
that commanded one's attention, smooth and clear complexion, prominent
cheek bones, slender noses and perfect lips with crystal white perfectly
straight teeth and deliciously small butts all combined to make them
extraordinary. The twins were nice boys, fun loving balls of energy and at
times rather precocious.

I called Straub and said I was coming up to hand deliver a letter that
Childers had given, using the little lie to avoid questions about where I'd
gotten it. Straub said he could come get it but I nixed that. "I want to
get out of the house and see some of the countryside," I told
him. "Besides, the Ferrari needs to be driven." He chuckled and said he
understood. So, about 10:30 I headed out and left the boys to their own
devices.

London speaks: Dad invited us to drive up to Hartford with him but it
sounded boring so we didn't want to go. He smiled at us.

"Well then, I guess I'll take the Ferrari." We decided to go out and
explore the property, something I hadn't done except for the drive around
with Jamie and Tanner in the beginning. Jamie had given me a basic map of
the property back then so I hauled it out and off we went, headed in the
direction of the pond.

Shawn and Brian were really cool, I liked them. They were smart, funny,
liked to goof off, and as I discovered, very interested in sex. We
chattered about all kinds of stuff as we wandered trails or fields, passing
cattle and bison, who barely offered us boys a glance, finally coming out
of the woods to the pond. In the far distance we could see our barns and
stables as well as a few ranch hands going about their business although
they were pretty small from that distance.

"This is pretty cool London," Shawn said, "can we swim in here."

"If we want to, sure, but we'd have to go naked." Both boys got huge grins.

"We're okay with that if you are." There was nobody close by so I agreed
and we quickly stripped naked then checked each other out. The twins had
nice cocks, about Toshi's size, and had small patches sandy brown hair on
them. Their balls looked smooth.

"Wow you got a nice dick for a boy your age and you some little hairs
growin down there too London," Brian said, "do you sperm?" I nodded my
head.

"Yeah, but not a lot."

"Do you do stuff with other boys, you know, like sucking dicks and stuff?"

"Does the sun set in the west," I said, a phrase that I'd learned
recently. "I like kissing and fucking too."

"We're gonna be good friends then," Shawn said then stepped up close to me
and offered his lips to mine.  As we kissed I felt Brian take hold of my
cock and my balls and feel me up a little bit before putting his mouth over
the end of my dick and sucking me. Shawn kissed really good and was gentle
with his tongue and he smelled good too.

We didn't stay like that for long but broke apart and settle onto the soft
grass. The twins traded places and Brian was doing the kissing while Shawn
did the sucking and played with my balls. Brian kissed really good too so I
guessed they had gotten plenty of practice with each other.

"I need to suck some dick too you guys," I finally said.

"We were hoping you would London," Brian said. He moved then offered me his
cock. He was fully hard by then and was definitely bigger than me in length
and thickness. I went after it and swallowed most of it before bobbing my
head back and forth. From the corner of my eyes I saw Shawn move and offer
his cock to his brother then moan when Brian took it in.

"Fuck I love it when you suck my cock Bri," his twin said. Having his mouth
full, Brian didn't respond. After a minute we changed partners and I sucked
on Shawn who looked identical to his twin. Meanwhile Brian offer his dick
to his twin who sucked it with as much energy as Brian had done to
Shawn. We didn't stay there very long either but separated then went back
to kissing, changing out partners like we were playing a musical lips game
except nobody was left unsucked.

"I gotta cum," Brian said, "I wish we had some lube so we could fuck."

"I know. I told my dad we should stash some around the property just in
case." I realized what I'd said when the twins eyes got big as saucers. "Oh
shit, I shouldn't have said that."

"Do you do stuff with your dad," Shawn asked.

"Does he have a big cock," Brian asked followed by Shawn asking if he would
play with them.

"Fuck," I exclaimed, "you guys can't say anything about that." They both
gave me a look that said I was stupid for even suggesting such a
thing. "Okay I know I know but I had to say it, you know."

"Yeah we know," Shawn said kindly but we wouldn't. So, would he play with
us?"

"I don't know but probably if we did it right." They asked what I meant so
I suggest they spend the night and we could use the indoor swimming pool.

"You got an indoor pool too?" I nodded my head. I told them we would swim
naked and see what happens.

"We'll see what pops up," Shawn said with a laugh. Once me and Brian get
boners..." He let the sentence trail off.

"Meanwhile let's beat off," I said. So we did. I was in the middle so we
took turns kissing and jacking each other's dicks. I was the first to cum
and a couple drops plopped out onto my belly and that was it. The twin
congratulated me then wipe a finger in the gooey drops and tasted them then
smacked their lips.

"I love eating a boys' sperm," Brian commented. They both went to town and
pounded their cocks like crazy causing their balls to jump around like
popping corn.

"Together Bri," Shawn asked and his twin said when Shawn was ready. "Here I
go," the boy said. A second later they both shot. Brian went first but
Shawn was so close behind him that it looked like they were. Both boys shot
up to their chest and from there it mostly on their bellies. They were both
moaning and groaning as they squirted and it made me want to cum again.

They kept at until the last drop seeped out but kept on slowly stroking
until letting their arms fall to their sides then lay there panting.

"Wow, that was fun," Brian finally said. "We never beat off out in the
country before."

"And definitely not with animals around," his twin added. We got the goo
cleaned off then got dressed. We decided to head toward the barns. Dad and
I had passed them on our tour but hadn't stopped. As we got closer one of
the ranch hands saw and came toward us.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here? This is private property; you're not
allowed to be here." He was kind of young, not like us, but maybe an older
teenager. And he was kind of cute.

"You guys have to leave, now."

"No," I said, "we do not have to leave. This is my property, I own it." The
guy wasn't having any of it and said I was full of shit. About that time
and older was coming over.

"What's going on here," he asked as he got closer. The young guy told him
what I had said and the man asked my name.

"London," I said. He took his hand off and extended a hand.

"Mr. Carter, we haven't met, my name is Wayne Gladman, I'm the foreman of
this crew. I hope you can forgive young Frank here, he's still new." Young
Frank's eyes got wide. "Frank, this is Mr. London Carter and he is the
owner of the Elms. Mr. Carter, Frank Johnson."

The kid extend a wary hand. "My apologies sir, I didn't know." I took his
hand. He was definitely worried about that I was going to do.

"Apology accepted Frank, now you know. Thank you though for looking after
my property. You were right to confront me." The twins meanwhile stood
there with their jaws on their chests.

"We were just out exploring," I said. "I haven't been over the property
very much."

"Well sir I would be happy to show you around if you'd like," Wayne said.

"That would be great Wayne as long as you call me London. These are my
friends Shawn and Brian." At that we headed off and Wayne gave us the tour,
told us about how many cattle bison and horses we owned and how we made
money from them. Much of the cattle and horses got sold at auction every
year but we also had some high quality males at stud. He talked about
haying season and invited me out for the next cutting in early
September. There was more but that was the gist of it. When it was over
Wayne suggested that Frank give us a ride back to the house so we piled
into a pickup truck and off we went.

He took us along the river and pointed various things out to us. We even
stopped at petted some horses. "Say Frank, do you think you could teach me
to ride a horse?" The boy/man beamed at the suggestion.

"I would be honored sir," he said.

"London Fran, please. Not Mr." Before we got out of the truck he apologized
again and I said thank but once was enough. I said I'd get back with him in
a few days to start riding lessons.

Loren Speaks:

The drive was fun, the car amazing. I met with Straub and we had lunch in
the executive dining room in the office building. He opened the envelope
I'd given him then paused to reflect.

"He's still alive isn't he?" Straub quickly amended that by putting his
hand up. "No, don't answer that, I don't need nor do I want to know." I
wonder what the letter said but wouldn't ask. If I needed to know I was
confident that Straub would tell me.

I told him about my plans for a rec center and the possibility of go carts
and his response was I was free to do both.

"I was thinking too of taking a trip to see the ranch in Montana then the
house in Florida."

"Good idea. I've been meaning to fly out to the ranch. What do you say to
going together and maybe spend a couple days check the place out and get a
feeling for what they do. As for Florida I've been there and don't have any
business to attend to down there."

"That would be fine Herschel," his first name, "Time frame?" He said any
time would be fine but sooner rather than later would be better." We settle
on two days hence and he said he'd sent the chopper down to pick us up,
assuming that London would be going as well.

As I headed back home I got a text from London asking if the twins could
spend the night. My face broke into a smile and I texted back, "of course."

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