Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2007 08:17:19 EDT From: Kevinmjo@aol.com Subject: The wilderness dad and me. All rights reserved. You must be of legal age to read this story. Please see my other stories on nifty.org under Author's go to kevinmjo. I hope You'll support Nifty and keep it going? I will do my best with the Spell check, But bear with me as it doesn't always pick up certain nuances. There is some truth in all my stories. while my stories depict bare-backing insure You are always safe. See about Photo of myself at the end. Now Pull down Your zipper and enjoy Kevin Kelly kevinmjo@AOL.com I sat in the chair in front of Our lawyers desk as he read the will to dad and myself. The will that is of Jon Marie Dubois, The richest man in all of Canada as well as the British common wealth, he had an iron fisted control of Virgin wood production not only in Canada but though out the common wealth. Having grown up among the privileged of the common wealth to the extent that he had been educated privately at none other the Buckingham Palace along with 10 others among who were the present Queen Elizabeth and Her sister The Princess royal Margaret. To the extent these three remained close friends all their lives was the envy of the whole of the kingdoms upper crust. Jon Marie Dubois had 15 homes world wide but none in London, Her Majesty would not hear of Jon Marie, as they called him staying any place other then the 10 room apartment she had set aside for him in Buckingham palace. At 21 the Queen surprised Jon Marie with membership in the exclusive Order of the Garter. Each Christmas Jon Marie spent with the Royal family at their private retreat. The Queen Mum Elizabeth considered Jon Marie as the son she never had. As the lawyer in London was reading the dryer formal opening of Jon Marie's will, my mind was drifting to dad and My lives in the service of Jon Marie Dubois ( pronounced do-bwa ) his name in French meant, what else but " Of the Woods" we two were his personal assistants and confidants in all matters, Business and pleasure. His mind was as sharp as a tack in his eighty's right up to the end. My position meant that I was close growing up with Prince William and Harry. In if You will with the, In crowd of Royals. able to drop in unannounced to her Royal Highness the Princess Ann's riding stables. now at 20 years of age I along with my dad were actually out of a job with Jon Marie's death. Really we knew that the kindly grandfatherly Jon Marie would see that we were taken care of we just were not sure what manor that taking care of would manifest for Us? We supposed enough to retire in comfort to Montreal our home base? Dad gave me an elbow to the ribs. The juicy part about us was about to come up. The lawyer was clearing his throat and saying. " To my loyal assistants Paul Bonditt and his Son Andrew Bonditt. Who have been at my side all these years and more like Family then employees I leave the bulk of my estate provided they meet the requirements set forth here? 1. They shall continue to be friend and assist her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and the Royal family as I have these many years. Lending freely of their time, Money and aide. for this her Majesty has agreed to afford them my apartments in Buckingham Palace. 2. Paul and Andrew will continue the works of my company and charities as I have over the years. 3. I shall have my remains resting on the island of Saint Marie off the coast of Nova Scotia. The three mile island is owned by the estate and contains only a small log cabin and the cement building/Chapel that will house my remains. Paul and Andrew Bonditt are to spend the full month September Living on the island without any other human contact except for emergency's. They may supply the island as they wish. Should the month be broken up for any reason then they must start over for another full month each year. I give Paul and Andrew this month out of the rat race to have to themselves and with my memory there with them." I sat up bolt straight in the over padded leather legal chair. Shocked, Thrilled, Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think, good old Jon Marie Dubois would leave us two the whole of his 4 billion estate. Suddenly the room was wrapped up in joyful celebration. As the representatives of Jon Marie's charities and business company's were lining up to congratulate Us, their new benefactors. Dad and I were in a strong and long tearful hug when Her Majesty's representative stepped up to Us. John Townson, the Royal rep was saying. " Her Majesty has authorized me to congratulate You both and to inform You that she commands you to use the apartment at Buckingham Palace as Your London home as did Jon Marie, Also to be the guest of the royal family this coming Christmas." We were told to expect a call from Her majesty that evening at our home in Montreal. We left that office two of the worlds richest men. No more complete happiness have the Angels known. It was August 25th and we had only six days to prepare to go into solitude on the island along with the remains of Jon Marie Dubois. These six days were a beehive of activities. Corporate board meetings to set up and carry out the transition, Household staff to brief, Charities to sooth and reassure. Then of course the funeral and interment of Jon Marie on the island. The supplying for ourselves of the island for the full 31 days of September. This proved a hard task but we made sure we covered everything. Three gas generators to power the log cabin were installed. Six commercial refrigerators to keep out food and beers cold. Books and games to amuse us for 31 days. Details of the will demanded that the log cabin remain as dictated by Jon Marie. It was to remain the one room structure. This one room had the fire place, kitchen living room and pull out sofa bed. We could picture Jon Marie laughing his head off as he made up some of the more silly requirements of our stay. Our love and respect for Jon Marie made us both vow to obey to the letter his wishes whatever his reasons may have been. Frankly I had a new view of Jon Marie from his quirky request. I never bought this new view up to dad as he seemed so much into doing it all up right. Reading between the lines I began to think Jon Marie was hoping to foster a homosexual relationship between the two of us? But dared not mention it to dad. provisions like. 1. Paul and Andrew shall sleep each night together only on the pull out sofa. naked! 2. They shall never shower alone the whole time but together in the one shower stall. 3 They must never be separated for more then 2 minutes in any one day, This to include using the Water closet ( toilet ). 4. Two hours each day they must watch the program of selected films left for them. 5. One hour a day must be spent praying at my remains for themselves and my eternal care. Of course the question came to both our minds How would anybody know if we were indeed doing as Jon Marie asked? We immediately asked this of the island manager. He produced a document we had not yet seen. The island was wired for sound and cameras. not one foot of the island was without this supervision. These tapes would be reviewed by a panel of three trusted managers of estate and if no violations found approved. These were estate lawyers all. As well as from London. Failure of each and on each account would cost us 100 million dollars. Dad and I knowing these three men over the years both thought up the same foil as our private revolution. We would speak only our native french while on the island alone. October 31 the crowd of guest more then 150 left in chartered helicopters for the main land. Dad and I were alone on the island with Jon Marie Dubois's remains. 20 miles from the main land in the North Atlantic. A painted list of our daily requirements on the wall next to the door of our small cabin. A daily check list on the table for every day of September. The camera were well hidden as we couldn't detect a one. Dad turned to me as the last chopper took off and said. " Francaise soulement" French only. From that moment on we never spoke a word of English and we both rivaled in our little rebellion. Here I should describe dad and myself. We were more like brothers then Father and son. Dad was only 16 years my elder. A match between him and one of Jon Marie's young chamber maids. The girl my Mom was bought off and Jon Marie and dad then raised me as a Son and grand son. There is little use to be gained in describing the two of us one and then the other. We are a carbon copy of one another in every detail. Picture in Your mind Brad Pitt with even blonder hair and much more bulked up and you have a picture of Us two. There was one area in which we were not twins. Our genitals. Dressing and undressing at the gym or going to the pool I often took note of dad's superior cock size. It seemed to me twice the thickness of mine. the few times I caught a quick look at it hard I saw it was a good two inches bigger then my own. As my cock was 9 inches long and 5 inches thick I figured dad to be at least 10 or 11 inches long and a good 7 or 8 inches around uncut like me. A flared cock head like a door knob. Yes I've been a lover of cock all my life and its was I hoped a well kept secret but not unknown in the halls of Buckingham Palace or Kensington Palace either. At 12 years of age I was want to hang out in the changing room of her Majesty's Grenadier. These Handsome young bucks were picked for their good looks in uniform and for me they were the sexiest males alive. Being able to make friends with them and hang out in the changing rooms below the Palace had its rewards. I would be alone with one while the other was off somewhere and I'd ask if he'd allow me to feel his grown up cock? These young bucks were, I found always open to this and I'd work on those big uncut cocks. Feeling the fleshy cock meats. Pulling on the big cum filled hair balls. I loved getting close and smelling the sweaty cock and balls of these young bucks. Then I was asked by one young buck to suck his cock and from that first taste of the 20 year olds thick meat I was hooked on cock forever. Good news spreads fast and in a Military barracks even faster when a great cock sucker is available. By the end of that first month I had sucked, tasted and swallowed the thick young cum juice of every one of Her Majesty's Grenidere at Buckingham Palace. The middle of the next month it was Corporal Jones who wanted more then a blow job. By far the Corporal had the biggest and thickest cock of all the guards. I loved running my young tongue around the mushroom head of his cock and tasting his pre-cum then getting the powerful blast of his gusher of a cum load. Soon to all their delights and thanks to Corporal Jones 11 inch cock I was able to deep throat like a champ. This one day Corporal Jones wanted more then the usual blow job. " Pull down you pants boy" The corporal commanded in his best military voice. I'd never been asked to do this but I wanted to for my big cocked Corporal. pants around me ankles Jones turned me around and bent me over the table. With his bare manly foot he spread my legs wide so I almost dropped. His hands were on the bare cheeks of my buttocks and felt so strong and wonderful as they moved up and down my bare cheeks and pulled and pulled on my buttocks. then the Corporal was doing the impossible he was actually licking my virgin young boy pussy. I felt his tongue pushing into my hole and I was pushing back on his wet tongue picturing his handsome face as he did this to me. " Will You let me fuck your hot tight boy pussy Andrew? he said in a soft begging sort of voice. " Oh Sir, I don't know? Yours is the biggest of them all Sir. You'll kill me doing that." no other words were spoken. I then felt his stand up and then I felt the head of that massive mushroom dead on my virgin hole and I braced myself and prepared to die. He had spit on his big cock head and I felt just a little pain as the very tip of his meat pushed into my virgin hole. More and more of that mushroom head came shoving into me the pain made me scream out but the corporal held his hand on my mouth as he shoved his whole thick 11 inches of fat cock into my hole. I've no idea when the pain stopped and the pure pleasure of cock fucking me came about? I was drunk with the pleasure of feeling his bare chest on my back as that monster bare cock was bang in and out of me like a piston. I wanted not to do anything to interrupt the rhythm of his powerful cock pounding into my boy pussy. Then I was being flooded with his massive cum load. He was pushing all 11 inches of his meat deep up inside me and then still a second when his cock was flooding me with his young cum load. When he pulled out my little boy pussy was dripping his cum and feeling like it would never close again ever. Jones was kissing me and putting a finger up into my cum soaked hole and pulling out his own cum load. He was tasting his own cum from my pussy. I hugged my handsome Guardsmen and touched once again that massive 11 inch cock wet with cum. I knelt to suck on his massive cock head and taste the cock that had just taken my cheery. I was then past around the Barracks as their own boy pussy. A month later it was none other then Prince William himself who sat me down for a talk one on one. He had over heard two Guardsmen talking and put it all together. If You'd like to hear more or give feed back please write and let me know. State Your age for legal reasons if You'd like a picture of the Author. Kevin Kelly kevinmjo@AOL.com