Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 16:20:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son 13

Clarifications: The story was started in 2010 so took place at that time.
In the story only 8 months have passed but since it doesn't contain any
actual time indicators we'll pretend that it's still current as in 2022. To
that end I've added some current time related indicators. None of it
affects the actual story. So if you notice some little inconsistencies,
just roll with it and N-joi the tale.

Tag_m

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As I headed home I contemplated exactly what the twins spending the night
would entail, although I was pretty sure I knew. If I had to guess London
and the boys entertained themselves at some point during the day. I would
further guess that the twins had indicated interest in me and whether I'd
be open to boy play. It may not have been expressed in those words but the
point would have been made. All that said, it might well be that I wasn't
going to be a part of the evening's festivities, assuming there would be
some. It could all very well be the innocence of boys bonding in a
non-sexual way. I doubted that but it was a possibility.

Straub had given me the number of a construction firm that had done some
work on the property so as soon as I got home I went into the library and
made a phone call. I got a little bit of a run around until I told them
where the work was to be done then had a manager on the phone lickety
split. He would be out the following day at 10 am.

That done I went to find Elisabetta to let her know we had guests for
dinner. Turned out that London had already informed her. It was another
proud moment for me, London having the confidence to exert his position and
doing so. He could have left it to me but instead took the responsibility.

"I will be preparing panko breaded pork chops with roasted vegetables and
bread pudding for dessert tonight. Will that be satisfactory?" I said that
it was. I had given her permission to have free reign in the kitchen
without running her choices by me. I'd given her a list of things that
should not be set at my table but otherwise it was her show. We had not
been disappointed. From time to time she let me know in advance what she
was planning but again, it wasn't necessary. I did let her know that we'd
be gone for a few days so she could plan accordingly.

I found Jensen in his office and gave him a heads up about the next few
days and asked how things were going.

"Well Loren, very well. This is a lovely home; the staff are all great as
are the owners. Thank you for hiring me." I told him m plans for a rec
center and allowing staff to use it during certain times.

"It is a great idea Loren and I for one will take full advantage of it. I
wonder if I might ask a favor." I nodded my head. "I wonder if I might have
a few days off. I know it's early in my position but my partner will be
arriving from Europe and will need help getting moved in and settled."

"Of course Jensen just let me know when. Do you have a house waiting?" He
shook his head and said that had been a hold up. When I asked what he was
looking for he said nothing special, 2 bedrooms, garage and that was it. I
pulled out my phone and called Straub, told him what I needed and he said
he get someone on it.

"Perhaps that will shake some tress," I said. That he was grateful was
beyond any doubt. As I thought about it I wondered if allowing Jensen to
use the fun house would be an option. I could move the two cars to the
estate. God knew there was room in the converted carriage house. That
segued into another thought regarding my rec center.

I decided to go ask Aaron about it since I didn't see or hear the boys
anywhere and 10 minutes later I was in the cave where I found him waiting
for me. "I can't stay long Aaron. The twins are roaming around with my son
and apparently spending the night."  "Lucky you. I always wanted to tumble
those two. Goddamn they're beautiful." I talked to him about giving the
letter to Straub and what he'd said. "Straub is sharp as a tack. Before I
shuffled off this mortal coil I told him to expect a possible change in
circumstances and the letter was dictating those changes.

"Dare I ask," I said.

"Only if you don't go all maudlin on me or make a scene." Now I was very
curious so vowed on my mother's eyes. That quote did not originate with
Sons of Anarchy, just to be clear.

"I believe I've gotten enough of your mettle and London's so I've decided
to change the conditions of my will. Instead of the tiered system I am
giving it all to you lock stock and barrel. I believe and I trust that you
and my grandson will meet all of the conditions regardless. That said,
there are a bunch of things in place to limit the income taxes not the
least of which is Cash and bearer bonds in banks and secret accounts in
various parts of the world. Those accounts have my name along with yours or
London's and total over 1 billion dollars.

Furthermore most of such taxes were already paid when I "died". In essence
in a matter of days London will own it all and the amounts promised to you
will yours. I was stunned but limited my response to "thank you".  I told
him about possibly allowing Jensen to use the fuck house and why. He was
amused that our new butler might be gay, although it wasn't stated, but
supported the idea. I also floated the idea of using the outbuildings for
the rec center and thus adhering to the idea of not having a building that
looked out of place.

"Therein lies part of my reasoning for changing the will stipulations. That
is a great idea. As I've said the chapel has gone unused for 80 years at
least. My family didn't hold no truck with religious nonsense. Most of the
woodwork probably isn't worth salvaging but of course the stained glass
is. Most of the top floors of the carriage house and in the chapel haven't
been used in decades." We talked of other things and I finally headed back
up to the house. I ran into the boys coming out of the game room.

"We were looking for you dad," London said. The twins were clad in short
jeans and matching Hawaiian shirts in pastel tones of blue, green and
yellow with palm trees and various local flower blossoms. Fuck they were
cute. They each extended a hand for a shake and one of them said,

"Thanks for having us over Mr. Carter." I wagged a finger at them.

"No Mr. Carter, call me Loren. Who's who." Turned out that Brian had a mole
or two on his face and neck that his twin didn't. I also noted that his
face seemed softer, rounder while Sean's cheek bones were more prominent.

London told me about the interaction with the ranch hands and how Wayne had
recognized him and Frank apologized and when London asked him, Frank said
he would be happy to teach my son to ride.

"You handled that very maturely son," I said and hugged him, "I'm very
proud of you."

"We'll take hugs too Loren," Brian said, "if you're giving them away."

"Only to very cute boys," I responded, hugging each in turn.

"In that case we'll take 2," Sean added.

"I'm going to check out the empty building on the other side of the
house. You're welcome to tag along."  The house: Overall, if you are
looking down on the house it was a typical capital I lying down. From the
front of the house at left end was a 3 storied wing that held carriage
house, now garage and the chapel. The building was actually separated from
the house by a 25x25 foot wide breezeway.  Walking through the breezeway
from the house the carriage house was the left half, or back of the
building and the chapel the right half.  That wing was 5 times longer than
it was wide, the windows leaded glass, the doors made of thick heavy
wood. Like many rural estates the chapel had been built for the owners use
but also estate workers and sometimes the surrounding home when there were
no other such services nearby.

When entering the building from the breezeway one entered into a 4 story
turret, the top of which held a large church bell which had been used to
alert workers or parishioners, depending on the need. The turret was
probably 25 feet across and had a spiral staircase leading upward. Entering
the chapel you are in a wide hallway with rooms on each side and some 45
feet later you enter the nave, where parishioners sit. It had a capacity
for at least 100 people. The altar and sanctuary were at the far end under
a full 3 story wall of intricate stained glass which, like the rest of the
windows, were usual religions depictions. The Nave and Sanctuary were fully
open from floor to the rafters. The ceiling support beams and the rafters
were open and made of rough-hewn solid logs. Most of the woodwork was
simple, unfinished and in some cases rotted. The pews had all been removed
decades before.

The bottom floor of carriage house was easily 2000 square feet of wide open
space, except for the decades empty horse stalls against the back wall. The
floor was thick wooden planks that had been sanded and stained a shiny dark
brown as had the horse stalls. The 3 entry doors for the cars at the center
of the carriage house were easily 15 feet high, each one roughly 6 feet
wide that opened out onto a cobblestoned courtyard between it and the main
house. The cars were parked in a loose formation while the magnificent
carriage we'd arrived in sat alone in a place of honor. There was plenty of
space for another 8 or 10 vehicles if I so desired.

The second floor had been mostly for storage and the top floor had been
bedrooms for the grooms and others who tended the horses. All in all the
building seemed perfect for what I had in mind.

When Sean asked, London told him about the possibility of turning the
building into a rec center. Needless to say the twins were excited about
the prospect.

Back at the house I found Jensen.

"I have solution to your house issue." I then explained the situation and
told him it would be rent-free, part of his benefits package. "It will mean
a bit of a commute to the school but nothing major," I told him.

"Furthermore you'll be able to go home every evening." For a mostly staid
butler, the expression of gratitude was obvious. We discussed some details
but essentially they could move in at any time since it was fully furnished
and without many personal effects. Of course I would need to remove the
lube and few other things.


We sat down to dinner at 6 and as always it was delicious. While London was
getting used to high quality delicious meals the twin were less experienced
and raved about it. Over dinner I told London about flying out to Montana
in a few days then down to Florida early the following week. He seemed
excited about both trips.

After dinner and a bit of a lay about London asked about going swimming. I
had a few things I wanted to do first so suggested they find something to
occupy their time in the game room. In the library I made a couple phone
calls then joined the boys who were engage in shooting pool. I had London
re-rack them and we headed to the elevator and then to the pool.

"Wow," the boys said in unison then Brian said, "This is way super cool."
Indeed it was. The pool itself was about 20 x 40 feet and covered by a
canopy style covering. The canopy was supported by pillars every 8 feet or
so whose top half were horseshoe arches painted stark white while the
bottom half were blue tiled posts. Think of an Arabic styled arch. The
ceiling itself was gabled, triangles leaning into each other to create am
almost pointed center. The area around the pool was a good 10 feet wide and
lined with top of the line pool chairs.  At the head of the pool however
the walls had 3 insets, like huge 4' wide and at least 6 high boxes about
12 inches deep. Each had a full width sofa cushion that matched the
chairs. The walls inside the boxes were tiled the same was the support
poles. Light was provided by amber glassed hanging lights spaced 8 feet
apart between the walls and edge of the pool.

At the head of the pool the wider center arch extended 4 feet out over the
pool. Two gold pillars on each side supported the arch and rested on a
solid marble slab about 18 inches above the water, the poles bases resting
on the bottom of the deep blue tiled pool floor. On the platform sat a
single bed sized mattress cushion in the same fabric as the chairs. I said
before it was like something out of Arabian nights and it certainly
was. Doors opposite the entry way led off to the showers. At the opposite
end the floor to ceiling windows were stained glass.  We all st ripped
quickly and the boys had to check me out but then I was doing the same. The
two were even more spectacular naked. Five soft inches probably, uncut,
small patch of sandy colored pubic hair and smooth balls, their bodies were
nicely defined, all the creases and crevices right where they were supposed
to be.

"You got a nice one Loren," Sean said with a big grin, "I hope you like to
play with boys." That said he dove into the pool followed by his twin and
London with me right on their delicious tails. We frolicked about, tossed a
pool ball around and had a general good time. It didn't take long before
the grab assing started.

"Can you give us flips dad," London asked. The pool depth runs from 2-5½
feet so it was perfect. London went first, stepping into my cupped hands
and over my shoulder he went. Sean was next and when he stepped into my
hands his cock was literally in my face. He really was gorgeous. I took a
little long getting adjusted to his size and weight which prompted the boy
to say,

"I know it's pretty but let's flip." I did then Brian was ready to go. Same
scene but he tilted to far forward, intentionally or un and pressed his
crotch into my face and over we both went. We came to the surface together,
the boy giggling like a school girl, his still high pitched voice melodic
in nature.  "Did you like tasting my dick Loren," he asked. I responded
that I hadn't had time to which he said, "I guess we'll have to have a
do-over. We kept playing the flip game and the twins became a little more
aggressive in their approach to a point of grabbing my cock when we ended
up going over together. I didn't take long before all 3 boys had grown
boners. Stiffened up they were even mor impressive, easily 6 inches. Not
fat inches but of a respectable girth. I was about half hard knowing how
the evening was going to turn out.

"What are you planning on doing with those flesh sticks," I asked.

"A whole lot of things," Brian said.

"Except leaving them alone," his twin added.

"And does "a whole lot of things" include assistance from others," I asked.

"You catch on pretty quick," Brian said with a face splitting grin. At
that, the boy stepped up to me and took hold of my slowly rising cock. That
brought his twin and my son in closer as well and since Sean's dick was
practically in my hand anyway, well, I took hold of it and since London was
standing right there I took hold of my son's cock as well.

Sean leaned down slightly and since London knew what was coming raised his
head a tad and leaned in. In seconds their lips met. Just about the time
Brian's lips wrapped around my cock. The boy didn't seem the least bit
daunted by my size and proceeded to bob his head, taking almost half of me
into his mouth with each dip. He cupped my balls and gently fondled them
while he worked and if there was any lift left in my dick, it went there
immediately.  "Bri baby sucks a mean dick doesn't he," his twins said after
breaking the kiss with London. "He's better at it than me."

"Maybe more practice would help," I responded.

"I was thinking the same thing." He dropped to his knees and sucked London
for a moment and then Brian let go, Sean pulled my stiff dick to the side
and took over. Since London was basically between the boys, Brian went
after my son's cock.

"Such a cute dickie," Brian mumbled then planted his face in London's
crotch. My son grinned at me, pointed downward then gave me the ok hand
signal. I knew it was a question so nodded my head then leaned forward and
kiss him on the mouth. The twins finished their initial exploration, stood
up then offered their own lips for a kiss, which they got.

"Shall we adjourn to a more suitable environment gentlemen and a round of
head nods. We took a quick shower, toweled off, grabbed our clothes and
headed up the back stairs to my room.

"Wow this is bigger than our whole house," Sean observed. His twin
commented not quite but close enough. I sort of agreed. I mean, who really
needs 1000 square feet of bedroom. We climbed into my bed.

"Do you mind if we take over your dad for a minute London," Brian asked My
son told them to go for it. The twins lay on each side of me with their
face in my crotch. London snugged above and hugged his beautiful face to
mine.

"Are you having fun daddy," he whispered in my ear?" I kissed his cheek and
said that I was. "They both want you to fuck them."

"Are you okay with that," I responded and London nodded his head.

"It's only 1 night. I get you all the rest of them."

"I love you so much son." At the other end the twins traded places and Sean
began sucking me. Brian moved and went after London's cock but only for a
moment.

"Wanna suck a cute twin boys' boner," he asked me and got the expected
answer and moved to straddle my chest causing London to have to move which
he did gladly. Brian leaned forward and offered me his raging boner and
after checking it out for a moment began to suckle. I clutched his little
ass as he gently pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. London moved but I
could see that he had gone south and a moment later I heard Sean gasp
slightly so figured that my son was servicing the twin in some manner or
other, likely blowing the twin hunk of flesh.

Brian finally moved to my side, taking his dick with him, then leaned down
for some kissing which was immediately passionate and tongue filled. "I
really want your big cock in my ass fucking me Loren," he said in a husky
voice. Sean finally gave up on my cock and turned to embrace London and the
two of them kissed and fondled and stroked and rubbed.

"I think we're in agreement on that point Brian," I said then pulled the
boy to me for more kissing and rubbing his ass. Goddamn those boys had cute
boy butts. The boy finally moved away then turned and straddled my body for
a stacked 69 with his little ass in my face. As he moved I saw that Sean
and London had gone into a side by side position and already had each
other's cock in their mouths.

Needless to say the view of Brian's puckered muscle and sagging balls was
delightful. I pulled his cock backwards and raised my head just as he
dropped his onto my upright cock. I let a finger trace around his asshole
as I suckled him, the different textures registering in my neuron fired
brain, the synapses firing off like a lightening storm. I finally let it go
and tugged him down a little more then began licking and slurping the
area. I got plenty of moans, muffled by my cock in his mouth, as I worked
up and down his perineum from his hole to his low hanging balls and back
again.

"Do you want to fuck me Sean," I heard London ask and of course the
response was "of course".

"And I want you to fuck me Loren," Brian said as he swung his leg back over
my head and turned to face me. London had already gotten the lube from my
nightstand and was slathering his asshole then Sean's raging hard cock. He
tossed the bottle to me.

I got us both prepped then made some suggestions to Brain who readily
agreed. "It'll be the biggest dick I've been fucked by so that sounds
good." Brian flopped onto his bac and spread his legs and I got in close. I
started fingering him while slowly stroking his cock, covering and
uncovering his swollen cock head.

It didn't take long before the boy was panting heavily so I slipped a
second finger into his tight muscle which earned me a slight gasp. I pumped
t hem both in and out of him for a good minute and half before he spoke.

"Oh fuck Loren I'm about ready to cum." Next to us London was already
inside of Sean who was on his hands and knees.

"Fuck me good London, make me cum," the blonde hottie mumbled.

"Can you hold out for just a longer baby boy," I asked Brian. He said yes
and was going to add something to that but I jerked my fingers out and
stuff the end of my cock inside of him.

"Youchkins," he cried out. Naturally I stopped moving and told him to
breathe slowly. I figured he already knew enough to push down and felt him
do so. It took a second but he finally told me to go ahead and put it all
the way in. "But slow," he added. With my hands on his inner thighs I held
his legs and slowly slipped 8 plus inches of thick man cock into the boy,
watching his face closely for signs of distress until my pubic hair was
resting against his lily white butt.

"How are you doing sweet boy?"

"Good," he replied, "it isn't as bad as I thought."

"Well let's make it better," I said and started the process using about
half my cock. I wasn't in any hurry; we had all night. I got a nice steady
pace going and eventually was using most of my dick. Brian had begun to
relax and his cock, which had softened appreciably, went back to being
fully hard. I finally stopped and slipped my arms under his legs and leaned
forward to plant my palms on the bed. It raised his ass up so that it was
almost the perfect height. Then I really started to fuck him in earnest.

"I'm gonna cum soon Sean," my son said and the teen gave him to go ahead to
do so whenever London wanted. Sean was jacking off as my son fucked and I
could tell that he wasn't that far off from an explosion either.  "Feeling
good now Loren," Brian panted, "really good. I can cum like this." That was
certainly my intended goal and hoped it was his as well. I started to pound
him, slamming and ramming my cock into him which moved us every so slightly
up the bed.

"Oh fuck," London blurted out, then cried out. I knew he was pumping his
watery sperm into Sean's ass.  "I can feel it London, I can feel you
cumming." Then he cried out and London said he could feel it. Their panting
and moaning went on for the duration of their mutual sperming.

"I'm close Loren, close, close, close," Brian said, "fuck me harder Loren
make me cum." I did my best, pounding his boy pussy, pressing into him and
grinding my ass around then pounding some more. I leaned down and we kissed
a little bit but he needed full use of his mouth for much needed oxygen. A
second later he practically screamed. I felt his asshole pulse against my
dick each time he shot his sperm. About pulse number 4 I came.

I put more energy into it as I fired at least 6 of my own volleys of sperm
into him.

"Is it a good one Bri," his twin asked, he and London having separated and
moved next to us.

"Fuck yeah bro, you're gonna love it." A wave of pleasure shot through
Brian's body nipping the conversation in the bud for the moment. Like every
other fuck I'd ever had this one was over too quickly. We stayed in place
panting for a bit before I started to pull out of him. I noticed quite a
puddle of cum on his belly and pooled onto his belly button. Brian took a
moment to catch his breath then moved onto his knees and into my arms.

"Fuck, I'm starving now," Brian said and got a round of agreement. We all
did a quick wash of our necessary parts, put on some clothing and headed
down to the kitchen where we found Austin and Jenson chatting
casually. They both jumped to attention, or almost so, but I told them to
relax.

"We're just here to raid the kitchen," I said.

"I just happen to have a fresh rhubarb pie if you'd like along with French
vanilla ice cream."  That created some excitement and 10 minutes later we
all had ice cream and pie in front of us and that included Austin and
Jensen. As we ate I told Jensen I would take him to see the house the
following day and again, he was visibly grateful.  Back upstairs we went
through the ritual again, this time me fucking Sean and Brian fucking
London. It was a rousing good time and we finally all fell asleep in a
puddle of arms and legs. The following morning we played in the shower and
every sucked and got sucked then had a 4 way sperming before heading down
to breakfast. At 9am I took Jensen in the Continental GT to show him the
house which he fell in love with it.

"I don't know how to thank you Loren," he said. I replied that it wasn't
necessary. On the way out I spoke with the guard, got Jensen on the list
then headed home. The contractor showed up around 10 and we toured the
buildings while I explained what I had in mind.

 "The biggest issue will be the pool Mr. Carter," Johannes, aka Joe,
said. "But the double entry doors can be removed and we can use smaller
excavators inside." The exterior entrance was a set of 15 feet tall double
arched doors some 30 feet to the right of the turret.

We chose to use the top floor of the carriage house for basketball court
because of the ceiling height. We would build a 6 inch high false floor,
lay the hardwood above it then insulate the space between them for sound
reduction. The space would also serve for badminton, tennis, volleyball or
other such games. On the chapel side of the wall would be more hardwood and
mats for martial arts works. The middle floor would be a full weight room
with machines and free weights and the like and the bottom would house a
sauna and a jacuzzi. I also chose to build a dispensary with a couple of
exam tables and a full compliment of medical supplies to handle anything
except major surgery. All of my security detail were also combat medically
trained in keeping with Seal tradition.

As we were looking at the buildings from the back side an idea occurred to
me. There was a large open paddock between the buildings and the next fence
over, an area easily the size of 2 football fields. "Say Joe," I said, "do
you think you could design and build a go-cart track in this space."  After
a big grin he said, "Sure, no problem. However your best bet would be to
contact track designers. They're the experts. I can get you the names of
the top companies on the east coast." That seemed reasonable.  He finally
left telling me he would get back to me in a week or so with some figures.

I found the boys in the kitchen having lunch and joined them. "I'm driving
up to Boston after lunch and plan on spending the night," I told them and
to the twins said, "you're welcome to come along if your mother gives the
okay." As it turned out she was one of those parents that felt 1 overnight
in a week for the boys was enough so nixed the plan, to boys'
disappointment. I was fine with it. We'd spent plenty of time with others
for a month so time alone was welcome.

I gave Linda permission to leave work early to take them home then London
and I piled into the Continental GT and headed for Boston. The purpose of
the trip was to visit the Rolls dealer. I felt that, given how winters
could be, an all-wheel drive would be good to have, particularly an SUV. My
intention was to trade the GT for a Cullinan. I was also considered a Range
Rover for staff when they were on house business. I'd run it by Straub who
gently reminded me that I could do whatever I wanted. I gently reminded him
that I needed a sounding board. He nodded his head in understanding.

We checked into the Elliot hotel around 3 pm then headed straight to the
dealership where I was expected. The short story was they would gladly
accept the GT in trade. Unfortunately they only had a few Cullinan's in
stock and while I didn't care much for black, the top of the line Black
Badge was what I chose. I just wasn't into hot red or British green. I
contacted my bank, who had been front loaded to the transaction, and
arranged for the transfer of funds, just over 230k and that after the
trade-in of 185k for the GT. The idea of spending 400k for a car boggled my
imagination. But I was getting used to having and spending such amounts. In
any case, by 5pm we were headed back to the hotel in a new Rolls. If the
barely 18 year old valet was impressed, he didn't show it. After an
excellent meal in the hotel London and I relaxed and watched TV and
chatted.

"Dad," he said as we snuggled on the sofa in our room, "is it bad that I
don't really miss mom? In fact I hardly even think about her."

"No son," I said after a moment's contemplation, it is not. I know she was
your mother but she wasn't a very nice person. And the more I learn about
her from Aaron and even Childers, she wasn't a nice child either. I know
she wasn't outright mean to your or me but she was difficult to be around
and had gotten more so as you got older. I don't miss her at all and I
don't feel bad about it so my wish for you is that you don't either."
London then hugged me tighter.

"Thanks dad. I love you."  We tumbled into bed around 9 without having any
sex, a rare event to be sure. The next morning I sought out the Land Rover
dealer and ended up leasing a pair of them. I didn't feel a real need to
own 2 more vehicles. We made it back home for lunch and afterwards we both
went down to visit Aaron, letting Jensen know we were ensconced in the
library and not to be disturbed.

Aaron greeted us warmly but seemed a little more frail despite it only
having been a few days since we saw him. I hoped that he lasted long enough
to say goodbye to Childers. I told him about my vehicle changes.  "Well
Loren, it's all yours to do with as you please." I relayed my conversation
with Straub and Aaron chuckled.

"You know, I had planned on getting vehicles for Elizabetta and Childers
but never got around to it so I'm glad you're moving forward on it." We
talked about the renovations and he approved of all of it but reminding me
it was my choice to make, adding that thought they were good ones.

We had some discussion about the ranch and Aaron admitted that he'd not
done more for it in recent years admitting that he hadn't visited in at
least 5. "I've flown my manager Chase Jackson out here once a year for
meeting but that's it. I'm sure there is much to be done."  We talked about
his fortune and where the investments were. In short, like his father and
grandfather, he had a keen eye for investments and timing. In the 30's his
father had invested in companies integral to a war footing. As such Aaron
had a nice portfolio of traditional companies but always kept an eye out
for new trends and industries to invest in, Tech being his most recent go
to. As such he'd invested in Microsoft when it went public as well as
Amazon, Google and even Berkshire Hathaway at Warren's suggestion. I asked
if he knew Warren Buffet and he said, "for years". As such he owned at
least 100k share blocks in most of them. Since Berkshire shares were now
the most expensive in the world at 4k a pop well, anyone can do the
math. Microsoft had split 9 times in its history so his chunk there was
over a million shares. At $300 plus per share well, again, do the
math. Amazon had split numerous time, sometimes 3:1. Apple, Walmart and
Google had also splits so, again, do the math. Aside from that he had
shares in Boeing, GE, Armaments, pharmaceuticals, shipping, and the list
goes on.

"So Aaron, what type of education do you think would most help support our
wealth?"

"Follow up with your degree in business management but not retail. Go for
an MBA if you can. Get a better understanding of the stock market and how
it works. Keep your eyes on new trends. What are the newest trends gaining
traction? Electric vehicles, alternative power sources like solar and
wind. We're back in the space game, look at that. Land is almost always
safe especially if you can buy low. Again, look at trends. Consider high
end art. Read Warren's newsletters, you can't go wrong following his
lead. Stay away from things like NFT's and cryptocurrency. I don't trust
either of them, too much room for foul play. Just look at FTX. Besides, you
already have a boatload of money so you don't have to build a nest egg. To
that end I've been making a lot of notes for you that will help."

I finally left with the promise to visit him when we got back from
Montana. Straub called and said the chopper would pick us up at 9am and to
pack for 3 days: outdoor clothing and a light jacket. After dinner and a
movie we headed up to shower and go to bed. London started to get frisky in
the shower when he washed me and as soon as he got me rinsed he dropped to
his knees to worship my cock. I was totally soft when he started but
stiffened up quickly. I loved looking down on my son with my cock in his
mouth. He was such an adorable boy and seeing doing what he loved was a
complete thrill for me.

We finally got finished, dried off and hit my bed, London just as fully
engorged as I was. We promptly engage in loving touching and squeezing
along with a healthy dose of kissing. London was really a very passionate
boy and seemed to love every aspect of a sexual relationship. He was also
very accepting of me being with other boys, like Devin or the twins and
wasn't at all put off when they exhibited brazen advances toward me.

"I'm the one that gets to sleep with you every night dad so sharing you
sometimes is okay. Besides, it's always hot to see you with another boy."

We managed to segue into cock sucking then into mutual cock sucking in a
top down 69 with me on top. That allowed my son to rim me, an act that he
loved as much as I did. He really worked my asshole over and didn't shy
away from my balls or my cock in the process.

"How about if I fuck you dad," he suggested, "I haven't done that in a
while." It was true, he hadn't.

"I think that's a great idea son." London got us all slather up and I knelt
at the edge of the bed with my knees spread as far apart as possible. It
gave my son the perfect position for depth and it made me feel just a
little slutty. London stepped up and prodded my pussy a little bit before
simply worming his cock around until the muscle gave way and let him
inside. He was prepared to stop but I wasn't.

"Go ahead and stuff it in my baby boy." Hands on my hips he pushed until he
couldn't go any further and as he bottom out I moaned softly.

"I love having your cock in my ass son," I said, my voice already turning
husky. "Now fuck me good and hard London, make me squirt. And he did just
that. I loved having London fuck me. Part of it was because he was my son,
part of it was because he was so fucking cute. Another part was that his
dick was perfect in length and girth but I think a big part was that he was
so enthusiastic about it. He said he loved fucking me so we both won.

London really put his ass into and was pounding me good and causing me to
rock just a tad each time he bottomed out inside of me. I did my part by
pushing back, trying for more depth and feeling. I reached back underneath
to let my fingers explore the point of contact and to feel his hard cock
sliding back and forth. I even managed to get to his balls and fondled them
a bit before he took them away.

London was getting better at controlling his orgasm and recognizing the
symptoms of his impending release. As such he fucked me for a good 5
minutes before he asked if I could flip onto my back. My son preferred to
look in my face when we came which was fine because it was something I
loved as well.

He pulled out and I turned over but stayed where I was. My bed was a
perfect height for him but also it gave him a firm stance. When we fucked
on the bed his knees tended to slide so he had to stop and adjust every
half minute or so. I liked it better with us both on the bed because he
would get my legs back farther and his face would be closer to mine but a
fuck is fuck so I didn't complain. When got older he'd be able to have
better command.

London slipped right into me and began fucking me hard. I loved watching
the expressions on his smooth face as her rode the escalator up into a fog
of hotness. I took hold of my cock and began stroking it, getting myself to
the cum stage fairly quickly.

"Whenever you're ready son." He seemed to fuck me a little harder, his
breathing was coming quicker, his face was grimacing more in that familiar
rictus of pleasure and pain.

"I there dad, I'm gonna blow." A second later he cried out and I let myself
go as well. He young cock swelled against my muscle just a second before I
hit it and my asshole gripped his cock. "Oh fuck dad, oh fuck," he
panted. I felt him pulse at least 6 times but knew that the last three were
dry. It would be awhile before my son began producing more than skimpy
watery sperm. His was over before mine and when it finally did end my torso
was splattered with cum.

We both stayed in place, quiet except for the panting. Finally London said,
"Geez dad, that was the best ever."

"I thought so too son," I said, meaning every word. London finally softened
and squished out of me all the while giggling like the schoolboy that he
was. We trundled off to my shower then slipped downstairs to raid the
kitchen, something that was becoming a nightly occurrence. Naturally we
found Austin going about his chores and who immediately pulled a towel off
pan on the counter.

"Fresh blackberry cobbler gentlemen," he said beaming, "still warm. Whipped
cream anyone?" Like either my son nor me would refuse. I suggested he
invite Jensen to join us and once again we all stood around the huge
counter noshing down. The cobbler was amazing.

"My partner will be arriving next week Loren," Jensen said, "I wonder if I
might take a day off to get him settled in."

"What do you think son," I said looking at London. I was including him in
as many discussions as I could, giving him the opportunity to voice his
opinion and when possible make a decision.

"Gosh dad," he said with a serious expression on his face, "I dunno." He
paused as if in thought then shook his head. "No." Another slight pause
then "I think 2 or 3 days would be better." Jensen visibly relaxed as I
said,

"I was thinking the same thing son." Jensen thanked us profusely then I
went on. "I've purchased a couple of Range Rovers for staff use and they
should be delivered in the next few days. One of them will be at your
disposal." Once again, his gratitude was on full display.

London and I finally decided to call it a night and traipsed upstairs to
bed.

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