Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 13:50:01 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Instructing My Son IV When I started this chapter a week ago I had no clue that it was going to take this turn. As a result there is more description than the reader generally (not always) expects from me but I believe it to be necessary. Hope it meets with your satisfaction. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So; time moved on. London got into his new school and I started looking into school. I didn't want to be in haberdashery for the rest of my life. Oh sure, I thoroughly enjoyed measuring and fitting the numerous boys that I'd come in contact with through the store. And, I'd thoroughly enjoyed the occasional sexual contact that such contact brought me but be that as it may I didn't see myself doing it all my life, didn't see myself opening my own shop either. No, I needed to find something else to occupy my time although we could have lived on the money that was generated from my wife's passing. With the sale of the condo, her insurance policies and retirement it ran just over 7 figures, as in, a million and some change. Before summer began it ended up being vastly more than that. London and I continue to have sex every few days. He was still a boy and had boy things to do. I had him fuck me from time to time and I reveled in the feeling of my boy driving his growing cock into me. London seemed to enjoy it as well although he preferred it when I fucked him, which happened 2-3 times week. I also enjoyed sucking his cock, drinking up the small amounts of sperm that he was producing. About late May a registered letter appeared; which I signed for. It was from the local offices of a major insurance company requesting me to contact them regarding a settlement check for Caroline Davies aka Carter, my deceased wife. Davies had been her maiden name. I was more than confused because I didn't recognize the insurer as one that we had done business with. I called the number at the bottom of the letter, got a secretary who made an appointment with someone by the name of Crystal, Lawrence Crystal. I was to meet him at 10 am two days from then. I showed up at the down town high rise building at the scheduled time and was shown into a large and sumptuously appointed corner office on the 23rd floor that had a great view. Mr. Crystal was a lean, impeccably dressed man in his 50's I would guess and introduced himself with a predictably firm grip before showing me to an arm chair in a small sitting area in one corner of the office. Before I was seated the secretary came in with a tray and carafe along with coffee cups and the usual fixings. After pouring the coffee and handing my cup he thanked me for coming in to see him at which point I told him I had no idea why I was even there. "To sign the insurance paperwork and other forms that goes along with it including federal income tax papers and the like. Pretty typical stuff for this kind of settlement." "Well I still don't understand," I responded. "We didn't have a policy with your company and the ones we did have policies with have all been settled." "That is because you didn't take the policy out, Mr. Aaron Nussbaum did." I wanted to know who Aaron Nussbaum was and was informed that according to the paperwork it was Caroline's father. "That's not her father. Her maiden name was Davies and her father has been dead for 15 years. Why would this Nussbaum guy take out a life insurance policy on my wife? "You misunderstand Mr. Carter, the policy was on Mr. Nussbaum, not his daughter Caroline and he hasn't been dead for 15 years, he's only been dead for a little over a month. Some 2 months after your wife was killed." Now I was totally stunned, then shocked. Caroline had told me early in our relationship that both her parents were dead, had been killed in a car crash or something when she was 17. She had hated her parents, more specifically her mother, and refused to talk about them or her childhood other than telling me it had been horrible. "I'll need to know your bank account numbers as well Mr. Carter," Lawrence stated as he shuffled through papers in a folder that he had on his lap. That brought me out of my reverie. "Why do you need my account numbers?" I asked him. He gave me a rather strange look. "Well we generally don't write checks for this amount of money. We generally transfer it from our account into the beneficiaries'. It's a great deal safer that way." He handed over some papers to me, indicating where I needed to sign them. "How much money are we talking about here Mr. Crystal?" I asked as I leaned over to sign on the dotted lines. "Five million dollars Mr. Carter," he said as he pointed to a line that I had to initial. The casual way he said it made it sound like 500 or even 5 thousand. Thirty minutes later I was driving home, still stunned to the core. Despite the money I already had I really hadn't thought of myself as a millionaire. I certainly did now. I'd spoken briefly with one of the firms financial advisers before leaving and he encouraged me to look into tax breaks or the government would take a large chunk of the money. He gave me his card and said I was more than welcome to do business with their company if I chose but whoever I chose, not to wait too long. I rarely drank but stopped off to pick up a bottle of wine and back at the house poured a glass and sat in my easy chair contemplating the day's events but spent more time wondering about why my late wife had lied to me, about everything. The only thing I knew about her parents was that they had been older, were assholes, and were dead. Considering that they in fact hadn't been dead, I then wondered how much else about them was false. And what about the different last names. Nussbaum was predictably Germanic, possibly Jewish. London came bounding in the house at 3 with his usual 12 year old exuberance but stopped dead almost immediately. "What's wrong dad," he asked as he slowly approached my chair. When I asked him why he thought something was wrong he said, "Well, you never drink and you look like somewhat shot your dog." I smiled at him and told him to sit down then told him the short version of an already short story. London was flabbergasted at the fact that he'd had living grandparents, wanted to know why his mother had lied to him and me for all those years then asked how much money was involved. "You said a lot dad, how much is a lot?" When I told him, the expression on his face was like someone threw ice water on his bare crotch. "Holy crap dad, 5 million dollars? We're rich." That went without saying. That night London wanted to play around a little but I was still in a contemplative mood so sex wasn't on my list of priorities let alone at the top of it. "Well how about if you just lay there and let me mess around with you a little bit dad, maybe it'll get you in the mood." I shrugged my shoulders in acquiescence. I had told London when we'd started our affair that I would try hard not to ever reject him if he made overtures in that direction unless of course I was sick. We took our usual evening shower, a practice we'd gotten into in the event that we were going to play around. London offered to wash me so I let him and true to form my boy didn't miss a nook, cranny or crevice. Despite his best efforts I just couldn't get aroused, I couldn't focus on what my son was doing to me. "Wow you are bothered by this aren't you dad." He'd finished me and quickly washed himself then we got out and dried off. On the bed London could see that I was still preoccupied so said that he'd just jack off. He grabbed the bottle of lube and clean up cloth from the nightstand and lay down next to me the poured a fair amount onto his crotch and began rubbing, squeezing, tugging, and overall mauling his cock and his smooth sac. I watched him, mildly interested because jacking off wasn't something I'd watched him do very often. Because ours was an intensely sexual relationship any activity was generally symbiotic and interactive. It was kind of hot watching him love on himself. London lay there rubbing and pushing, his eyes closed along with an occasional body shiver as intense sexual feeling ripped through his preteen body. It didn't take long before my son was fully hardened, his cock head tinged red from trapped blood. He wrapped a thumb and forefinger around the base of his boyhood pride, holding his rigid flesh upright, while the rest of his fingers clutched at his balls. His other hand began doing sliding motions up his cock. He held the hand in a loose fist and slid upward, his hand barely grazing the ridge of his cock head. The downward movement didn't involve any contact at all, then he would go back up again all reminiscent of the reverse of sliding a rubber on. I knew it for what it was; a teasing motion designed to escalate his heat level and desire. I heard low moans come from deep in his throat and saw that his breathing was becoming a little quicker. London finally grasped onto his nail hard dick and began jacking off in earnest, giving his fist a little twist at the top. I must say that my son's behavior certainly caused my brain to drop its focus on the topic of my dead wife and her family and the circumstances we were in. It didn't, however, bone me up. "Hey baby boy," I called out softly and when he looked over at me I asked him if he wanted to try something new. I got a huge smile so snagged the lube off the bed and poured it on my own groin, pubic area and lower belly. I wiped my hands off, London watching the whole process while keeping up some sort of contact with his boy stuff, then told him to lie on top of me. Once he was in place, his hard cock alongside my softy, I put my hands on his delicious little ass. I loved holding my son closed to me and using his butt for leverage was an exciting part of that. "Now what," he asked. "Move your butt like you're fucking me," I instructed and he did. It didn't take but a few moments before London exclaimed that what he was doing felt awesome. "Why haven't done this before daddy," my son whispered as he did a slow grinding hump against my body. "Too busy doing other things," I whispered back at him, pushing my own hips upward to help create pressure for him. Feeling London's hard young cock pressing against me felt really great and it wasn't long before the thinking part of my brain shut off and nature took over. I kneaded my son's butt, pulling the cheeks open and closed and every once in a while kept them open and allowed a finger to moved inside and graze across the puckered muscle of his core. London alternated between keeping his head up and laying it on my shoulder as he ground his hips to and fro or side to side. Every once in a while he would grunt or inhale sharply as waves of feelings would ebb and flow inside his sensitive young body. "Oh fuck dad I'm gonna cum," he finally said then pressed his mouth against mine. It seemed that he picked up speed and pressed harder against me, mashing our hard cocks against each other in an effort to speed the process up and gain the exquisite release of his sperm. He finally achieved orgasm, pulling his lips from mine then pulling my head tightly against his shoulder as his body rippled and shivered with the release of his boy nectar against my belly. His bumps and grinds finally slowed and as they did I nuzzled my lips in the crook of his neck, enhancing the feelings of afterglow, something I knew that my son loved. He hugged me tightly and sighed and I held him almost as tightly as my hands ran up, down, and all around his back, reveling in the feel of his soft skin, the weight of him on me, and the feelings of love that felt for my wondrous and beautiful boy. London finally rolled off of me but we maintained close body contact. "You didn't cum did you dad?" I shook my head and said that I hadn't. "Do you want to; do you want me to help make you cum dad?" I shook my head, told him it wasn't necessary. London reached down and grasped onto my slippery dick and began slowly stroking me. "Are you sure dad," he asked in a sly little voice. The upshot of it was that, together, we did make me cum. I figured that it would help me relax enough to help me get to sleep otherwise it would be melatonin or Ambien, the latter I didn't like to use because it was a prescription drug. So, cum I did, and after London and I took a second shower to clean the goo off I actually got a decent night's sleep. Three days later I got a phone call, actually a message because I was out, stating that the caller was an attorney's office and asking me to call them. Of coursed they left a phone number. I guessed that it might have some ties to the huge life insurance settlement that I'd just received that sat moldering in my bank. I was soon to find out that the insurance settlement was a pittance compared to what was on the table. "Thank you for calling back so soon Mr. Carter. My name is Herschel Straub the third. Our firm represents the Nussbaum estate which I understand you have recently been made aware of. Specifically I am handling the last will and testament of Mr. Nussbaum and in that regard I'd like to invite you up to Hartford in order for us to discuss the matter." "I guess I can. I'll need to take my son out of school, probably rent a car and drive up?" "Oh, no Mr. Carter you needn't drive. We'll send a private jet for you. We'll pick you up at Dekalb-Peachtree airport. Does 10 am tomorrow morning suit you?" I understood that the man wasn't really asking me, it seemed more directive than that. I said that I would be there and hung up. The next morning London and I were in the small airport lobby at the appointed time and were immediately approached by a striking young woman. Apparently she had some idea of who she was looking for, not that the place was packed with people because it wasn't. She didn't ask if we were who we were. "Mr. Carter my name is Laurinda I'll be your attendant on today's flight to Hartford. We're ready to leave so if you'll follow me." I nodded my head and we indeed, followed her out onto the apron and into a small jet that sat waiting for us. London asked where he should sit and Laurinda told him to sit wherever he wanted and she stowed my bag. The cabin had 3 sets of 2 seats facing each other with a table between them. The 4th slot where such a set would have been was actually a long sofa that would seat 3-4 people. "We're ready to go wheels up if you gentlemen would please buckle in," Laurinda said then buckled into a seat behind where London and I sat facing each other. The engines spooled up and we were moving within moments and airborne within minutes. As the plane leveled out London looked at me with an ear to ear grin and Laurinda was standing next to us asking if we wanted refreshments and of course London wanted to know what the choices were. There were a lot. London had a soda and chips while I settled for the best fucking chocolate chip cookies I've ever eaten and an ice cold glass of milk. There wasn't much to do, no TV screens to look at so I asked for my bag, pulled out a paperback I was working on and London did the same and was quickly caught up in Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix. About an hour later London said he had to pee so I signaled Laurinda and she explained where the bathroom was located. An hour and a half after we took off we were landing. As the jet slowed to a stop at the private terminal a stretch limo pulled up next to us and a driver climbed out. Laurinda opened the jet's door and told me to go ahead. "The driver, Terry, will put your luggage in the car Mr. Carter." London and I walked down the steps and over to the car where the driver, a former NFL linebacker I was sure, stood stiffly holding the door open for us. We piled in and relaxed back while the driver got my bag and placed it in the trunk and we headed out. "Gosh dad I could really get used to this," my son informed me as he looked around and then turned on a TV screen that was encased below the window that separated the driver from his passengers. "Yeah well," I said in a half whisper, "I suspect that's going to happen." London kept busy looking around, looking outside, commenting on people that stared at the limo as we passed or were stopped at a light. "I bet they think we're someone famous huh dad?" I nodded my head. I was busy in my head, wondering what this was going to end up being although I don't think I ever envisioned what it turned out to be. Who would have? We finally pulled up in front of what seemed to be the tallest building in the city. A doorman rushed over and opened the car door us and as we got out the driver said the he would be delivering us to our next stop, whatever that might be, so our bag may as well stay in the trunk. I nodded my head and was ushered into the building. Another striking young woman met us and led us to an express elevator and 20 seconds later we exited into a dark paneled and heavily carpeted foyer where yet another guide met us, this time a man in his late 20's, dressed to the nine's. He led us down a long hallway and knocked at a door then simply opened it and led us in. Mr. Crystal's office had been very nice but the one I was standing in made Mr. Crystal's office look like the low rent district. It was at least 3 times the size with floor to ceiling windows on two walls that looked out clear into next week. The paneling was dark and rich and hung with what appeared to be works done by the masters. All of the furniture appeared to be antique and exquisitely made. Another man came from around a desk large enough to land a helicopter on, with his hand extended. "Mr. Carter, Herschel Straub at your service. After shaking my hand he extended his hand to my son. "Mr. Carter, a pleasure to meet you." London was a little taken aback. "Let's be seated over here," Herschel said, waving us to a 6 piece conversation nook that would have rivaled most living rooms. "I hope that your flight up was comfortable and not too boring. The gulf doesn't have the media center that our larger jets do." I said that the flight was fine and we managed okay. As soon as we were seated I started to ask exactly why we were here but Herschel beat me to it. "In answer to what I would guess is your most pressing question let me explain a few things that may help. Aaron Nussbaum and his wife Hannah were your wife Caroline's adopted parents. Aaron and Hannah lost 3 small children and every other living relative in the German prison camps during World War II. They had been on vacation and the children were staying with relatives while their parents were conducting business in another city. Aaron and Hannah spent time in the camps as well despite the fact that they were US citizens. Because of the treatment in the camps Hannah was not able to have more children. "After their release they came back here and tried to resume their lives, and succeeded to a certain degree. They finally adopted Caroline in the late 1960's, while they were in their 50's. I can't give you all of the details because I don't know them but in her teens Caroline rebelled heavily, left home, ended up changing her name legally. "Aaron kept track of her whereabouts, made plenty of efforts to contact her, all of which were rebuffed. In her late 80's, Hannah passed away about 9 months ago and again, Aaron sent letters to Caroline which she apparently ignored. Of course when she died, Aaron was caught in a dilemma regarding his estate. As uneasy as this might make you, he had you investigated to determine your mettle as it were. London is his only relative and heir and he wanted to make sure that if he left his estate to London, in your care of course, it would be appreciated, taken care of and hopefully nurtured and expanded upon and not squandered. It is my pleasure to tell you that what he discovered pleased him greatly, hence your presence here today." "Mr. Nussbaum's last will and testament is tiered and has some requirements so let me see here," he paused, looked through some things then went on. "Mr. Nussbaum's will leaves an immediate 10 million dollars to London with you as the trustee. That is the smallest amount that he would inherit, along with some other considerations. However, Mr. Nussbaum wanted London to have the opportunity to aspire to higher stations in life, to be able to enjoy all that life had to offer. Part of that is education and contacts so to start off he wished that London go to a private school of which he is an alumni and that he has endowed for some years. If London does attend that school, upon graduation an additional 30 million dollars will be placed in trust and be available to him at age 25. You would receive 10 million dollars. Ideally he would like London, and even yourself if you choose, to have some active involvement in his businesses. That would require college and of course Mr. Nussbaum would prefer Harvard. Mr. Nussbaum's endowment there ensures that, unless London were completely mentally challenged, he would be admitted. If London completes at least 2 years of school then he would be the beneficiary of the entire estate less a 100 million dollar gift to you. All of it would be his by age 25." "Of course, any schooling for both of you is paid for by the estate. It was Mr. Nussbaum's desire that London inherit and live in his home in Fairfield County which is relatively close to the private boy's school that London to attend. There are other considerations but that is the gist it. I gave that a moment's thought then asked, "What is the total worth of the estate that London would inherit if he meets the requirements?" Herschel Straub III paused for a moment then said quietly, "Between 5˝ and 6 billion dollars; give or take." "Holy shit dad!" London exclaimed. "Indeed Mr. London," Mr. Herschel Straub III said rather sardonically, "I couldn't have said it better." Then he went on. "Included in the estate is a penthouse in New York City, a home in Zurich, a beachfront home in Southern Florida, and a large working ranch in Montana amongst other properties. It also includes numerous automobiles including a new Rolls, access to jets that are owned or leased by his company and the list goes on." Things were quiet for a moment and Herschel allowed me time to digest things but finally I said, "How long do we have to make any decision," not that I needed it but hey, I didn't want to jump into anything. The Attorney smiled and said that Aaron had predicted that would most likely be my immediate response. "Aaron suggested that we take you out to the house, have you stay there for a few days, preferably through the summer. His wish was to give you and London a taste of the life that you would be living. Over the next 100 days you are welcome to stay there, or travel anywhere in the world that interests you. The estate will pick up all costs. You may meet some of Mr. Nussbaum's executives if you'd like or any other of his associates in order to get a picture of his business interests. Classes at the Chase School begin on September 3rd so a decision would need to be made by late August. All of the arrangements can be made in anticipation of your choosing stay in Connecticut." "I'd like to make a decision to eat dad, I'm getting hungry," London exclaimed. I figured that he was also getting bored with the conversation. "Well, how about if I contact the house and have them prepare lunch and arrange for you to meet the staff and tour the property?" "How far is it from here," London asked. When told it was about a hundred miles give or take London sighed then Straub said, "But by helicopter its 25 minutes." London lit up like a candle. I agreed to the plan, Straub went to his desk and spoke quietly into it then said, "Gentlemen, if you please," and waved his arm toward a wall. He pushed a button that I figured was a light switch and the wall separated to reveal an elevator car. We were inside with the door closed about 5 seconds and when it opened we were facing a small glass walled room that looked out onto the roof of the building and a helicopter whose blades were already spinning and someone depositing my bag inside. 5 minutes later we were streaking south and again and London was sporting a shit eating grin. During the flight Straub gave me some more information. "The house and grounds have a full time staff of 26 people which include a driver, head caretaker, gardeners, houseman, cook, and maids and groundskeepers and a small security team. Many of the house staff live in the servant's quarters which are on the third floor of the home. The driver and caretaker live in apartments above the carriage house along with the security staff. The estate consists of 750 acres of farmland and woods, has a small lake, 2 streams and borders the Housatanic River at one spot. It can be self sustaining by virtue of a fair sized orchard, extensive gardens; both flower and vegetable, cattle and horses. "The house was built in 1851, has a total of 52 rooms which doesn't include the 27 bathrooms. There are 14 bedrooms plus 5 full bedroom suite's, another 6 bedrooms for staff, formal and informal dining rooms, 2 kitchens and a baking kitchen, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, exercise room, formal room for entertaining, smaller drawing rooms, some 30 fireplaces and the list goes on. Your head houseman, Childers, has been with the Nussbaum's for 30 years and has no intention of retiring any time soon. You can depend on him and trust him implicitly. None of the help has been on staff less than 6 years and were fiercely loyal to the Nussbaum family because they were treated almost like family. Needless to say they are a little anxious about their futures." That gave me pause. "What will happen to the house and its contents and the staff should we choose not to accept Aaron's challenge, for that is exactly how I perceive it?" Straub took a second to answer but said, "There are alternative plans should that come to pass and none of that should concern you but I don't mind telling you that all of us hope that you and London will acquiesce to Aaron's request and requirements." He changes topics quickly. "We're at the edge of the property and Charlie is going to give you a brief flyover before we put down." The house was easily visible from a half mile out as was the river off in the distance. We passed over corrals, barns and horse stables that were far separated from the main house by a forest. We passed over the house and saw that a group of people were standing at the front and then we were passed it and setting down about a quarter of a mile from the house. Waiting off to one side was a magnificent carriage drawn by a pair of equally magnificent, huge pure white horses. Out of the Helicopter, Straub escorted us to the carriage where a man in livery stood at attention with the door held open. Once the door was closed he climbed up along side the driver and we started off. "This is an elaborate welcoming ceremony. The Nussbaum's inherited it with the house and saw no reason to discontinue it. It has been used for over 130 years to welcome presidents, kings and other dignitaries to "The Oaks," which is the formal name of the estate. You will find that the staff, particularly Childers, stands on formality a great deal of the time, although you may change that, but only to a degree. Should you choose to remain here there are certain proprieties that must be followed, particularly under certain circumstances. Childers will guide you in that endeavor. We came around the wooded and hedged barrier that kept the helicopter pad hidden from view and started the trip down the formal driveway to the mansion. Easily 25 feet wide, the cobblestone drive was lined with gigantic old oak trees that stretched to the sky and whose branches grew across the drive to create a 2 story tall shaded canopy. It was truly beautiful and even London commented on it. We soon exited from beneath the trees out onto a formal courtyard complete with a large pool and fountain and as we rounded it we came to a stop at the front of the house. The staff were lined up along the steps to huge wooden front doors. London was ready to bound out of the carriage but Straub stopped him. "Wait for your doorman Mr. London." The man climbed down and opened the door then stood at attention as first I, then London and lastly Straub and his assistant disembarked. A tall narrow older man in the formal attire of a cutaway jacket, striped pants and white gloves stepped up to us. He bowed slightly then stood rigidly upright. "Welcome to The Oaks Master Carter," and turning to my son said, "Master London." To Straub he was just as formal. "Welcome back to The Oaks Master Straub." Back to me he said "Master's Carter if I might introduce the staff to you." I nodded my head and as a group we approached the people who waited, lined on the 3 steps that led to the front doors. We went down the line with Childers introducing each of them and their duties in the house. It would take weeks before I would remember them all. The only people missing were the head cook and her kitchen staff. She had been steadfast in her refusal to leave her domain when an important lunch was on the line (despite the eventual simplicity of it). When he was finished Childers thanked them all and released them to go about their duties. To me he said that luncheon-yes he said that-was ready and if we would be so kind and waved us to the front door. What I saw as we followed him was a lot of wood paneling, a lot of open space filled with a lot of antiques, a lot of marble, a lot of art work, and just plain, A LOT. We traipsed through rooms and down hallways and were eventually led to the small family dining room. The "small" room was at least 20 by 30 feet with a dining table that seated 10, elaborate side boards and a magnificent crystal chandelier that hung from a 20 foot ceiling that was painted in various pastels with cherubs and clouds and what have you. After Childers seated us food was brought in which was another surprise. London's lunch was a terrific looking grilled hamburger and fries while I had a thick Rueben on rye and Straub was served what looked like a clubhouse sandwich. "Dad, this even has the kind of sauce I like," London said, genuinely surprised. Considering that a Rueben was my all time favorite sandwich I cast a look at Straub as I took a bite. "The investigation was thorough." He said. A couple minutes later Childers came in the room with a short but slightly heavy set woman that looked to be in her 30's. "May I present Elizabetta, The Oaks' chef," the man said. The woman had a somewhat serious look on her face so I said I was pleased to meet her and told her the Rueben was perfect which caused her to beam. London said it was the best hamburger he'd ever eaten although he had a full mouth when he said it. She thanked me and left as did Childers. Straub read my mind. "Italian," he said. We ate in silence for a bit then Straub began talking. "I've got to get back to Hartford. I'll leave my card with private contact numbers which you can use at any time of day or night. My only project is managing the Nussbaum account. Think about things both in the short term," he waved his hand to indicate the house, "and the long term. Stick around, get to know the staff. They are at your complete disposal. At this point the estate pays for every single thing. If you want to take a trip just call me, we'll make all the arrangements and cover all the expenses. I'm having passports made for you and London as we speak. If you want to buy new clothes instead of getting things from your home you may do so. If you want to go back to Atlanta, let me know. If you choose to live here, let me know, we'll arrange to have the house disposed of sans anything you wish to keep. Until you decide, the estate will take care of all the bills at your old house." At that point he wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up. "I'll fed-ex a package to you tomorrow and I'll call you in a couple of days. Don't get up, finish your lunch." He shook our hands and headed through the doorway that Childers had gone through. London and I ate in silence then he finally said, "We're rich now aren't we dad?" I thought about it for a second and responded. "No son, we're filthy stinking rich." After lunch Childers took us on a tour of the house, a journey that took almost 2 hours. I won't bother to share everything other than to say, it was incredible. As we went he explained works of art or furniture, or elaborated on the house itself or its history. The library was filled with floor to ceiling with thousands of leather bound books. A home theater sat up to 20 in extreme comfort and showed movies on a 15 foot tall screen. A 3 story hundred feet long conservatory at one end held hundreds of tropical flowers and trees as well as a huge rock waterfall, fountain and koi pond, all under an arched glass roof. Upstairs we were shown the bedrooms and lastly the master suite which comprised four large rooms including a second sleeping chamber and was as big as the house we lived in. On the third floor were the servants quarters which included their own kitchen, 2 living rooms and more smaller bedrooms. We took an elevator to the basement level where all the storage rooms, the enormous heating and cooling system resided along with a gas operated emergency generator. The swimming pool area was elaborate and looked like something out of Arabian nights. Natural light was limited to floor to ceiling windows at the one end of the house that rested at the edge of the knoll that it sat on. Humidity was pumped up into the conservatory that sat above it. The exercise room was down there as well as a Jacuzzi and a steam room. Lastly Childers took us through the kitchen with a cooking area easily 1000 square feet in size and capable of putting out a meal for 300 people. Off one end was his suite of rooms which rivaled the master suite for size but was clearly a work area as well. Managing a house and staff the size of The Oaks was no easy task; the monthly operating budget equal to the annual income of an upper middle class family. Back in the kitchen Elizabetta asked if I had any preference for dinner and we agreed on Italian. Childers then gave me a small pocket sized 2 way radio, showing me the basics and stating that he was channel 1 which was restricted to he and I. He explained that every employee on the property had one and that the charging unit was on a storage room off the main kitchen. Like Straub he was available to me 24/7. "One last thing Mr. Carter, if you would follow me please." We ended up in Nussbaum's office where Childers managed to open a small panel that revealed a wall safe, which he opened. He pulled out a large manila envelope and handed it to me. "I was instructed to give this to you Mr. Carter." I looked it over, noticed immediately the wax seal. "Dad I'm kinda sleepy," London said, offering me a wide yawn as evidence. "Perhaps we'll go up to my rooms Childers and lay down." The man nodded his head, said "Very good sir. Can you find your way?" I said that I thought so and he told me that dinner was at 6 unless of course I required otherwise. I said that would be fine. London and I managed to find my suite of rooms and as soon as we were inside he began stripping his clothes off. I gave him an arched eyebrow look. "We need to christen the place, don't you think?" I didn't know that my son even knew that word. I couldn't fault his thinking however so kicked off my shoes then dropped my jeans. London stopped at his underwear having learned the appreciation of partial clothing. He plopped down on the sofa and gently rubbed at his crotch while I peeled my Polo shirt off. Still in my briefs I knelt on the sofa, straddling and resting his lap. London immediately put his hands on my hips and gently kneaded while I bent down and planted my mouth against his. It didn't take but a few moments before we were both breathing harder. I raised up, intending to move off of him but my son had other ideas. He stopped me and began rubbing at my cock and balls with one hand while the other one slipped inside my underwear to feel and knead one butt cheek. London leaned forward and used his lips to grip my hard cock through my underwear and proceeded to move up and down the shaft in that manner. Looking down on his blond head and smooth face made my heart swell. His eyes were closed but it was clear that he loved what he was doing. London loved sex, loved cock and made no bones about it at all. I wondered briefly, as he continued to work on me, what it would be like to see him with another boy, to be with him and another boy as we all explored the pleasures of a ménage á troi. London pulled the front of my underwear out and down far enough to allow my cock head and an inch or so of shaft out then let the elastic waistband go so that it held me in place. He then leaned forward and began licking at the sensitive underside of the glans and then the top where he cleaned off any leaking precum. With his fingers in the waistband he pulled downward until my dick moved away from my body then captured the swollen flesh in his mouth while shoving my underwear down underneath my balls. "Gosh your balls are so smooth dad," my boy said after taking my cock from his mouth. He had brought his hand up underneath my sperm makers to cup and heft them. I had started shaving down there within a week of moving into the rental house. I did everything from my nuts to my hole in order to give my son access to smooth flesh. I'd ended up trimming my bush as well, turning it into a nest of curls that was restricted to my pubic bone. I actually liked the look much better. London went back to sucking my cock, moving his head to and fro, taking in a solid 5 inches at a time. He was eager and motivated which paid off handsomely for me. Incredible feelings radiated out from my cock. London was taking enough of me inside his mouth so that the head got caught for just a second by his throat muscles. Then he stopped and pressed his smooth 12 year old face into my crotch, his nose almost between my balls and my inner thigh. He rubbed my cock against his face as he breathed deeply of the heady, thick fragrance of my manhood. He turned his head slightly and nuzzled the soft skin of my sac tugging at it with his lips. He moved his head up higher and began kissing the base of my cock and the folds at the beginning of nut sac and rubbing my cock head against his smooth cheek. Because his head was turned slightly upward I could see his face and the expression there told me that my son loved every single bit of what he was doing to me. London opened his eyes, sort of, because they didn't open very far. He looked at me but was so caught up in a fog of hotness I don't think he really registered that he was seeing me. He continued rubbing my cock along his face, moaning softly. And then he really surprised me. He put me back inside of his mouth and took every inch of me until his nose touched my fuzz before he backed off. Then he did it again. On the fourth trip I came. And I came hard. The first shot erupted with my cock all the way inside of his mouth which caused it to go directly into his throat. That caused my son to back off right away and as he pulled his mouth off my dick most of the second squirt hit him on the mouth. He pulled his head backwards and stroked me hard and the third shot hit him in the cheek with enough force to splatter then hang against his face. Somewhere in there he had closed his mouth and then opened it so my sperm was sort of coating the middle part of his lips but also strands of cum connected the two. He tried to guide the next squirt into his mouth and only partially succeeded and it hit just above his lip on his cupid's bow and draped downward over his lips where his tongue caught the end. London must have remembered that my dick would have to stop squirting and move into oozing so put his mouth over my cock head and began sucking me again. All the while he'd been squeezing and tugging on my balls as if to coax as much liquid from them as possible. He took my cock from his mouth again and rubbed the head back and forth on his lips, coating the head with cum then sucking on it. He finally let go and shoved his hands between his legs. "I gotta cum dad, hurry and make me cum daddy please." The boy was almost frantic in his demands. It was like if he didn't cum he was gonna die or something. I moved from above his lap and as soon as I did he shoved his underwear down exposing his raging boner, the head a light red from the blood trapped inside of it. I looked at his face splatter in my sperm and felt my heart pop. Fuck it looked so hot. I tugged my underwear off, quickly wiped some cum off his face with my fingers and took hold of London's cock head, smearing it in the process, then began moving up and down on the top third of his cock. "Pull on my balls dad, squeeze my balls," he said in a breathy voice husky with lust. He had gotten one leg out of his underwear and spread his legs as far as they could go and one hand was rubbing at the base of his cock, the finger tips pushing in his sparse little newly grown crop of hairs. The other hand was busy at a nipple, rubbing and pinching. I reached up and got more cum and went back to work. Pulling on his hairless balls of course pulled the skin tight on his cock head which in turn made it more sensitive so it didn't take long before he came. "Aaaiiiiiiggghhhh," he almost screamed out, arching his back as his body was taken over by a powerful pre-adolescent orgasm. I felt the warmth of his sperm as it oozed out and used it as more lubricant on his cock head. I felt his cock thicken against my fingers another 3 times before he settled back against the sofa panting like he'd just done a hundred yard dash. It didn't take much more before he giggled and pushed at my hands so I moved down and continued to stroke his throbbing little cock although much slower. London finally opened his eyes and shot me a very lazy smile. I let go of his cock and went into my bathroom and fetched a washcloth. I didn't bother whetting it because I had no idea how long it would take hot water to get up there so simply took it back and gently wiped my sperm from my young sons' face. I sat back on my haunches and just looked at him. "That was really intense dad. I don't know what got into me but I just felt so sexy so hot so horny all at once." He was quiet for a moment then went on. "I took all of your cock in my mouth didn't I?" I nodded my head. "A couple times," I told him. "I think that's what made me cum so soon and yeah; it was pretty intense for me to son. I don't think I've ever seen you that hotted up." He smiled. "Well I guess we christened this room good didn't we?" I nodded my head then asked him where he'd learned that word and he said they'd learned it in school a few weeks before when they were studying ship building. "I gotta pee," he said then stood up and went off to the bathroom. I stood and wandered around the suite of rooms, amazed at where I was at, where I had the opportunity to live. I wandered over and looked out the massive window onto pristine yard and gardens, the forest in the distance. "Are we gonna live here dad," London asked. I hadn't heard him enter the room, which shouldn't have been a surprise given its size and the height of the ceiling. I turned to face him. "Well son, I believe that is entirely up to you." He started to protest but I held a hand up to stop him. "Did you understand what Mr. Straub said when we were in his office?" London nodded his head. "So you understand that to live here you would have to attend a private school?" He nodded his head. "Yeah and go to Haverd or something for college." I chuckled and corrected him. "Yes and no. If you wanted to inherit your grandfather's entire fortune you would have to attend Harvard for at least 2 years. If you don't then you walk away with a grand total of 40 million dollars." He nodded his head. "I don't mind changing schools dad. It's not like I have any real friends there." Then, like children do, he changed subjects. "I bet it snows here in the winter too," he added with a grin. London had never experienced snow. Now, of course, we could run off to any mountain in the world in July if we wanted to experience snow. "Do you also understand that you will be famous; one of the richest children in the world if not the richest. It will be difficult for you to have any privacy; lots of people will try to get close to you, to take advantage of you because of your money and your power and what you can do for them. It will be an easy life in some respects and difficult in others." London thought about that then hugged me tightly and said, "Yeah, but I have you dad." ********** ********** ********** ********** For other stories depicting wealth and excess try these popular Tag_m Stories: Dane posted 5.29.09 David- A Boy's Story posted 10.09.05 The Player-Mainland Sojourn chapters posted 11.8.86 Bizarre Circumstances posted 12.29.06 Adventures of a Teenage Hitchhiker posted 12.18.10