Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:01:38 -0600
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Sandpiper 46

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Chapter 46

I just sat down on the steps of the Temple and cried. God what would I do
if I lost Sandpiper and those eight young men. I guess I should have been
with them. My four boys came up and sat with me. Each looked like they had
been crying too. I hugged each boy.

Finally resigned I could not do anything about Sandpiper until I got some
word, I dried my eyes and stood up. Everyone seemed to be working at one
thing or another.

"Come on boys, lets lend a hand cleaning up."

The worst damage was to the mess hall and kitchen. The ripping sound we
heard during the storm was the roof coming off. Inside were smashed chairs
and tables. The kitchen itself was mostly intact and Andy and Juan were
making a big pot of soup and hundreds of sandwiches. The boys and I started
to clean up the mess in the dinning hall. A steady stream of boys came
in. Some stopped and sort of bowed to me before grabbing a sandwich and
bowl of soup and going back outside. I saw the young priest standing at the
door.

"Looks like you have everything well in hand Ed. Thank you."

"Well I guess we were lucky."

"No Ed, I think God had something to do with it. I'm sure she looked after
Sandpiper too. Brian says he will have the big transmitter back up shortly
and then we can find her."

"I only fear we will have a lot more boys. Jake said it came ashore south
of us. There is much damage and many deaths."

I thanked him and headed for the small hospital. The Doctor and teacher
were treating the minor scrapes and bruises sustained by some of the
boys. Thank god there had been no one killed. I walked into the Office
where Brain was working on the transmitter. Several boys were outside
rigging a new antenna, the other was blown away in the wind and rain.

"Soon as we have the antenna, we can see if we can find her Ed."

"Thanks Brian. God I hope everything is okay."

"Well if they ran into any of that hail yesterday they very well could have
lost their communications array. Rain wouldn't hurt it much, but that hail
reeked havoc on the lines and roofs here."

Brian wasn't working fast, but making sure everything was correct and
hooked up correctly. He didn't want to blow anything else when he turned on
the transmitter. I saw a boy push a thick wire through the window. Brian
sat down and carefully added connectors to it before plugging it in. He
came around and sat down.

"Well here goes." He said as he switched it on.

A few seconds later the room was filled with static from the radio. Brian
slowly tuned it in to the International Distress frequency.

"Sandpiper, Sandpiper, this is Surabaya on 121.5. Do you copy Sandpiper?"

There was nothing but Dead Air.

After a few minutes Brian switched to the Coast Guard frequency.

"Coast Guard, this is Surabaya. Do you read me?"

"Surabaya, we have you. What's your situation?"

"Everything is fine here. No casualties. Have you seen or heard from
Sandpiper?"

"Negative Surabaya. We are moving south now checking for damage."

"Coast Guard, Sandpiper was supposed to be in Corko Bay."

"Nothing in Corko Bay. We are just south of there now. We will keep you
informed."

"Damn. That means they didn't make it that far north. Where else could she
have ended up?"

"Ed there's several small bays all along the coast. If Randy knew he
couldn't make it to Corko, he would have holed up in the best he could
find."

"God I hope everything is okay."

Brian I guess could see I was holding tears back. He got up and pulled me
into his arms. That opened the flood gates. He just held on while I bawled.

My boys just stood and watched. I couldn't believe it myself. Me a grown
man bawling like a baby. I was finally able to get a hold of myself. I
kissed Brian and thanked him.

"No problem Ed. Everyone is worried about Sandpiper. It's their home too."

"I'm not leaving here until I get definite word." Brian said.

I grabbed my four and headed outside. The sun was back out and it was
getting hot. Looking I could not really believe a vicious storm passed over
us last night. Except for the missing roof, everything looked like the day
we sailed into the bay.

I wandered down and sat on the beach. The sea was back to almost calm
again. I looked out to sea. Where was Sandpiper, was the only thing on my
mind.

Try as they could, my boys could not lighten my mood. I just sat and
brooded.

I don't really know how long I sat on the beach. One of my boys brought me
a beer. Not very cold, but at least wet. I absently kissed him and thanked
him. Jake came and sat down.

"They found her Ed. She's aground in a bay about 60 miles up the
coast. Coast Guard says they have no power and no radios. One
casualty. Ngoma was caught in the engine room when it flooded. He was able
to switch to auxiliary power and Randy beached her. Lots of damage but
Randy says the yacht will sail again."

I just sat and looked out to sea. Sandpiper was safe sort of. One dead,
another boy lost to me. Damn, damn, damn. I stood up. Thanked Jake and
walked off down the beach. Did I really want to just continue? How many
more would I lose? I met Siam and Mo coming the other way.

"Any word yet Dad?" Siam asked.

"Yeah Son. They found her beached. Ngoma is gone."  "Oh no." He flung
himself into my arms and cried. That caused me to breakdown too. I just
sunk to the sand crying with Siam. Mo sat with us just holding both of us.

"Sal's okay then?" Siam asked between sobs.

"Yes, thank God. If I had lost him, I don't know what I would have done
then."

"Well at least everyone else is okay and we can get Sandpiper back."

"I'm not that sure I want her back."

"But why Dad? That's our home."

"Some home. I have lost too many boys and young men because of her. Why
just continue to tempt fate. Sure Sal's okay, but would you do if it was
him and not Ngoma. I just don't want to lose anymore."

"Dad, you have to think about all the good you and her have done. If it
wasn't for Sandpiper and you I would still be boy toy in Thailand. Gary
too. Half the crew you have helped out of situations. Sandpiper has done
more good than bad Dad. You have to get her back."

"It just hurts so much inside Siam."

"Your not alone Father. We all feel what you feel."

"Thanks Son." I hugged him.

"Well I guess we should see if we can get to her."

It proved to be impossible to get a helicopter. One of the boys talked to a
neighbor and obtained an old Army 6X6. It had definitely had seen better
days, but ran good. It was diesel too and Brian filled its tanks from the
orphanage supply. With most of my crew, we headed for the small bay. What
should have taken only a couple of hours, proved to be a half day journey
to the bay. The road was washed out in places and trees were down. It
seemed we only moved sometimes yards before we had to stop and clear the
road. When we finally pulled onto the beach all eyes were on Sandpiper.

Randy had drove her pretty hard onto the beach. Almost twenty feet were
buried in the sand. She was also sitting at a weird angle with the bow up
and the stern underwater almost to the Jeep. The masts were completely gone
and the shields on the bow were missing. Other than that I could see no
real hull damage. Jake stopped and I got out. I just stood still and looked
at her.

The crew took off running for the crew sitting on the beach. They had
pulled two emergency rafts off and inflated them for shelter. They stood
out bright orange on the pure white beach.

I slowly walked up the beach and right up to Sandpiper. I was joined by
Jake and Randy.

"I'm sorry Ed. I had no choice but to beach her."

"What happened?"

"Well we were on foils at about 60 knots. The sea was already getting up
and it was long before I had to come off foils. The following sea and winds
what really got to us. We were shipping water constantly over the stern and
even broaching a few times. I swung about and put her nose into the waves
and wind. That worked for a while, but we were being pushed stern
first. Even at full power I couldn't keep her from slowly heading for the
beach. Sal said there was a bay coming up according to the map. We didn't
see the reef in the wind and rain. I decided to swing Sandpiper back around
and head for the bay. Well that almost did us in right off. Sandpiper damn
near rolled over in the steep waves as I swung her. It happened so fast we
hardly had time to react. She righted herself and I saw the headland close
aboard. I swung to miss the rocks and we scraped the reef. That's when the
masts came down. Even over the wind we heard the screeching as Sandpipers
hull scraped the reef. We lost all power almost immediately and then the
auxiliary light came on. I just hammered the throttle to the stops. We were
going down by the stern. I just ran her onto the beach. The stern ended up
as she is now. When we finally got things in a semblance of order we
checked the crew. Ngoma was missing. We couldn't get to the engine room."
Randy finally couldn't control his emotions and broke down. Jake held him
as I slowly walked up to my Yacht.

A few minutes later the rest of the crew walked down to her.

"Except for the masts and screens she doesn't look too bad Ed."

"Its what I can't see that bothers me."

A rope ladder hung down the side and I walked to it and climbed on board. I
had to use handholds to move the deck was at such a steep angle. I made it
into the lounge. Everything looked intact. Looking out at the stern I could
see water almost lapping at the Jeep. That meant almost a third was under
water. I walked to the bar and lifted a bottle of scotch out and went back
and braced myself in one of the chairs.

I cracked the bottle.

"Here's to you girl. You did good." I took a long pull from the bottle.

Then I thought about what to do next. No way in the world would we ever get
her off the beach. This was definitely a job for a salvage company. Then we
had to move her someplace to get her into a dry dock. Only then could we
know all the damage. Some how we had to get Ngoma out to and buried. I
wondered if he had left a will. Most of the crew had left instructions if
something happened to them. Well first things first. Who do I call?

Andy walked in.

"Ed, this is not the time for a party, but most of the meat in the freezer
is thawed. If we don't eat some its going to spoil anyway. I'm going to
cook on the beach tonight."

"Sounds good Andy. No use letting it go to waste."

Jake, in a bathing suit made is way down to one of the Zodiacs. He was soon
helped by Jason and Sal. They manhandled first one off then the other. HE
walked back in.

"We're going to try and get to the scuba gear stored in the stern
locker. Then we can see what damage there is and maybe get Ngoma out."

"Okay Jake. Know anyone in the salvage business?"

"Try calling Sydney Ships. They'll have one they call."

I worked my way up to my office. It was a shambles. Nothing in here was
strapped down. Papers and broken glass littered the floor. I pulled up the
big map of Sri Lanka. I measured down sixty miles from Surabaya. I think I
found the bay. Sal came in and I grabbed him and hugged him.

"Glad your safe Son. I don't know if I could have handled losing you."

"Randy gave me this incase he didn't make it."

I looked at the scrap of paper. It had the GPS coordinates of the bay.

"He got it just before we lost power in the auxiliary engine."

"You guys did real good Son. I am very proud of all of you."

I spent two hours talking to Sydney Ships.

I took the GPS coordinates and the map back to the beach. The rest of the
crew had pulled three more life rafts to the beach and set them up. We
would have shelter. Andy was preparing a feast. Might as well use up the
perishable stuff. I also noticed they had pulled out the beer. Trust them
to think of that.

I watched as Jake and Randy walked out of the surf in scuba gear. They
dropped it on the beach and came and sat down.

"There's a 15 foot gash under water along the port side. The engine room
would have flooded immediately. If Ngoma had not hit the Auxiliary
Sandpiper would have gone down damn quick. Randy was lucky to get her on
the beach. The beach drops off about 2/3 down the hull. Looks like maybe a
hundred feet deep in the bay. We can't get Ngoma out until we right the
boat. No way into the engine room. We also lost our fresh water tank, it
was gouged as well. There's no screw damage that we can see. If we had a
way to cover that gash, and pump her out, she would float."

"I called Sydney Ships. They use an outfit out of Taiwan. The Salvage
Company has a couple of tugs and a barge in Singapore. They should be here
in 4 to 5 days. They will float Sandpiper onto the barge and haul her to
Sydney."

"That's going to cost a fortune."

"It's either that or strip her out and leave her. I guess it should be up
to the crew. They are after all part of Sandpiper too."

"No need to ask Ed. They want her back. I guess we're on the beach for a
while."  "Okay, first everyone stays on payroll. We'll call it a working
holiday. I'm sure some of the crew will want to visit home, where ever it
is. I want to check on all my resorts, maybe take my four back to the
States for a visit. After dinner tonight we'll have a meeting to decide who
wants to do what."

"Sounds Good Ed, but I am going to accompany Sandpiper back to Sydney
Ships."

"I'm going with him Ed." Randy said.

"Okay guys. After you get there, I'll be coming there before I head for the
States. Once we have the cost firmly known we can let Sydney Ships do their
work. We can maybe decide on Sandpiper Two too."

Andy had cooked up enough food to feed an Army. He told me cooked, he could
keep some longer. Most of the crew, although not in great spirits enjoyed
the feast. After cleaning up, I called all the crew to sit.

"If you haven't heard already, Sydney Ships is sending a Salvage Company to
get Sandpiper off the beach and onto a barge. Sandpiper will be going to
Australia for repairs. Jake and Randy have said they will accompany
her. All of the rest need to decide what you want to do. Just to let you
know, you all will remain on payroll. Weather you visit home or just take a
holiday is up to you. I will be taking my four boys with me, as I visit all
my resorts. Before heading home I plan to be in Australia to sign off on
the repairs for Sandpiper and maybe order Sandpiper II."

Jason said he would also accompany Sandpiper. Siam and Mo would go to
Thailand to learn about running the resort. Most of the others said they
would return home but wanted to see what Sandpiper II would look like. So
Jake said he would inform everyone when they got to Sydney. Everyone could
fly in and have a look. We would all as a crew decide on our next steps.

Mean while, we had about a week to ten days until Sandpiper was ready to
head south. For tonight, I said we would use the life rafts and tomorrow
return to the orphanage. We would switch off crews to watch
Sandpiper. There was too many memories and some very sophisticated
equipment on board to protect.

In reality we really didn't need the rafts for shelter. My four boys and I
slept on the beach under the stars. Most of the crew opted for the beach
too.

The Salvage crew really knew their business. I was there when they
arrived. A large tug, towing a barge with a small tug on board. The barge
was in reality a small floating dock. It had ballast tanks and a huge
compressor hooked to its on board engine. I watched after they anchored it,
submerge to float the small tug off. They hoisted my Jeep off onto the
beach. Then did some major cutting off of rails and other stuff on board.

They put a huge mat over the slash in the hull and then four massive
floatation bags. They warned us to clear out anything from the forward
staterooms as they would flood when they lifted the stern. Everyone had
already packed what they needed.

I guess the news got out quickly that Sandpiper had been beached in the
storm. The small bay was soon pretty crowded with several small yachts and
one large Sri Lankan Coast Guard Ship. Add to that the two salvage tugs and
barge and the coast guard had to start ordering some of the yachts away.

As the floatation bags were inflated, Sandpiper's stern came out of the
water. I watched as the small tug took Sandpiper in tow from the stern. The
bigger tug moved in very close to the beach stern first. The big tug used
it's massive screws to wash the sand away holding Sandpiper to the
beach. After several hours working both side of Sandpiper, Sandpiper slowly
slid off the beach. The small tug pulled her over the submerged barge. With
the small tug in pulling her stern and the big tug holding the bow, they
maneuvered her into the center of the barge. The barge then
refloated. Sandpiper was high and dry on the barge.

The Coast Guard Vessel, agreed to allow us to bury Ngoma at sea as per his
request. All my crew were on board for the brief sad ceremony.

Jake, Randy and Jason would use Sandpiper as their quarters for the trip
south. I signed off on the salvage and with the big tug in front and the
smaller keeping the barge strait, started the three week journey to
Sydney. There were a lot of tears when the vessels moved off. Everyone
returned to the orphanage. I drove my Jeep. I planned on giving it to the
orphanage.

The orphanage did receive a few more boys from the ravaged south. Not as
many as were expected. All were made welcome. Although not in a very happy
mood, we put up a brave and happy face for all the boys. As were prepared
to leave, the inevitable party was planned for the beach. I had ordered a
bus from Colombo to pick us all up the next day.

The young priest and I decided on a rain check. We would enjoy each other
the next time Sandpiper came to call. That didn't stop most of my crew and
my boys from enjoying several of the older boys. I had already talked to
all those interested in getting more education and promised I would do what
I could for them. In my mind I had already decided to try Canada. Their
immigration laws were not as stringent as the US. Also Canada had some very
good and well thought of Universities.

Early the next morning the bus, if you can call it that arrived. It was an
old school bus and we were just able to get all our baggage and crew on
board. It was quite a trip to Colombo and we must have made a sight when we
unloaded at the International Airport in Colombo.

Mo and Siam had booked to go to Thailand so I went with my boys there as
well. It was a pretty tearful departure. My crew were scattering to the
four winds. All said we would meet in Sydney, but I honestly wondered if I
would see them all again. I had dispersed all the cash on Sandpiper to my
crew equally and told them to contact Credit Swiss if they ran
short. Credit Swiss and our Corporation Administration Officer had been
informed of what happened.

Mo and Siam had booked tourist class, but I upgraded their tickets to first
class.

"Look boys, you have lots of money, go with the best. You are after all the
best in the world to me."

Six and a half hours after we left Colombo we landed in Bangkok. Mo sent a
limo to pick us up. After a short boat trip we landed on back on the Island
where it all started for me and Sandpiper. None of the damage was visible,
but I really felt Pakurr for the first time in ages. With the two Mo's it
seemed like old home week. They chattered away in Arabic, like long lost
brothers. I took my four young men up to one of the suites.

After unpacking and changing it did not take them long to find some of the
young men working there to amuse themselves with. I just grabbed a few
beers in a bucket and went looking for that quiet place up on the
hill. Here removed from the resort, I could just sit and think.

Very soon after stretching out nude a young Thai boy showed up. All knew me
on site and he welcomed me to the resort. There is no doubt in my mind that
Thai boys are some of the most beautiful boys in the world. All are of
almost uniform color, with smooth unblemished skin, pert tits and the
perfect endowment for there diminutive stature. I know, I had fallen in
love with a few. The Thai boy that came to me was called Peter and he fit
my description perfectly.

"Would you like anything Sir?" He asked in sing song English.

"Well Peter, if you call me Ed I might."

"Would you like anything Ed?" He smiled showing his pearly white teeth.

Looking at his smooth body my own body responded and I slowly got hard.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the lounger I was on. He leaned over
and slipped my cock into his mouth. Knowing he was at least eighteen I just
let him administer to my cock. He was also very good. I watched his small
spike slowly get hard as he sucked. I reached down and jacked his cock and
he moaned. Fully hard he had about five inches of very smooth cock. I
stopped him sucking me.

"Why Ed? I like to suck." He asked.

Without a word I sat up and moved to thick pad next to the lounger. I laid
down and pulled him down beside me. He was astounded as I leaned over and
kissed him. Then I moved down and sucked each of his pert tits. I swung
around and slipped his hard cock into my mouth. So smooth and easy to
suck. He quickly took my cock back into his mouth. We really enjoyed each
other. As I started to come, I tasted his salty sweet load on my tongue. So
much like Siam or Gary, God I would never get enough of these boys.

"Thank you Ed. Ever since Gary told me about you I have wanted to do that."

"How long have you known Gary?"

"Well I guess for at least three years. I was really sad when he got hurt
and then even more glad when you took him with you."

"You like working here Peter?"

"Oh for sure. This is a great job. Maybe one day a rich tourist will take
me home with him."  "Would you like a beer?"

"We're not supposed to drink with guests."

"Is that a new rule?"

"Well some of the boys were getting drunk, so Mo made it a rule that while
on duty we couldn't drink."

"I'm not exactly a guest. You know I own this resort and the three others,
so if I want you to have a beer with me, I think it would be okay."

He smiled and cracked two more cold beers.

"So where's your Yacht Ed? You usually come here with it."

"That's a long story. To make it short, it got beached and damaged in a
storm. It's on its way to be repaired in Australia."

"I hope no one was hurt."

Remembering nineteen year old Ngoma, brought tears to my eyes.

"Oh dear. I'm so sorry Ed. I should not have brought it up."

I pulled Peter close and kissed him.

"It's okay Peter, just fond memories. Like my other boys I have lost, he
will be remembered."

"Have you been to the shrine yet Ed?"

"What shrine is that?"

"Come, I'll show you. I go there everyday."  He led me back down the path I
had taken up and then stepped off onto another. This path was very well
worn. After about 50 yards it opened into a glade surrounded by high
trees. In the center was a small Buddha. Peter stopped and bowed very
low. I did the same. We then walked to the shrine. As I got close I saw
dead center below the smiling Buddha a picture of Pakurr. The words below
brought fresh tears to my eyes.

"PAKURR SOMERS BELOVED PARTNER OF ED SOMERS" He is in Gods hands now.

Beside and below his picture were the pictures of everyone who had died in
the explosion. Peter bowed and then kneeled. I was almost transfixed in
place as I silently wept for my Pakurr.

I finally kneeled beside Peter.

After saying a short prayer, I moved back to wait for Peter.

Without a word he took me back up to my spot in the sun.

"Whose idea was that Peter?"

"We don't know. When the Island was ready to open we explored everything
and we found it already there. We don't know who ordered it and everyone
thought it was you. If you didn't I don't know who else could have."

Now that was a mystery. I could not think of anyone who had Pakurr's
picture except me. His Father would have it, but I was also sure Pakurr was
not Buddhist.

"Well whoever did it Peter did a very nice job."

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight Ed?" Peter smiled.

"Yes my cute boy, I would very much like to sleep with you."

"Cool."

"Might be real hot Peter."

He just giggled and leaned over and kissed me. That got me back in the mood
and out of my funk. Pretty quick we were back in a 69 position enjoying
each others cock. Neither of us took very long to come again. WE just sat
and hugged for a while after.

"Are your boyfriends going to be with us tonight Ed?"

"I doubt it. I imagine they have already found other boys to love."

"You don't mind?"

"Peter, I can never keep up to all four. If I didn't let them sleep where
they want, they would put me into an early grave."

We both laughed at that.

I thought about the idea Siam had about moving boys from here to the
Persian Gulf.

"Peter, would you be interested in going to the Persian Gulf to work for
say 6 months to a year. You would be doing the same as you do here, but
with a more Arabic clientele."

"That would be cool. Do you have a resort there?"

"Well I have one under construction. Siam and Mo will be managing it."

"Oh yeah. I'd love to go. You probably could find a lot more boys to go
to."  "Peter, the Corporation, that is the Sandpiper Corporation is going
to be making lots of money in the near future. I plan on building a string
of Gay Resorts all over the world. Hopefully, I will find my managers from
these resorts. Boys like you, who become young men, will be my managers."

"You mean I could be a manager of one of your resorts?"

"That is what I am saying Peter. Who better than a guy who has done
everything."

Oh wow. I'd love you till the end of time Ed."

"Well I already love every boy that works for me and several others
besides."

"Including me?"

"Definitely including you Peter."

Saying that I was almost smothered in kisses from Peter. That was how Gary
found us.

"So found someone new Love." Gary said.

Hearing Gary's voice Peter jumped up and into Gary's arms.

"Oh God Gary I have missed you so much."

"PETER! God Peter it so good to see you. I wondered if you would come to
work here."

I watched as both boys cried in happiness at their reunion.

"Mo, got me out and I have already paid him back." Peter said.

"I couldn't believe they sent you to Chung-See, I figured you would end up
dead. I'm glad Mo found you and got you out. I asked him, but he said it
was real hard to spring anyone from Chung-See."

"To bad he couldn't get some of the others out too."

"What's this Chung-See, you boys are talking about?" I asked.

"That's the maximum security prison up north. Young guys sent there don't
survive long especially if they are Gay."

"You mean they actually sentence young Gay men to the Prison. That sounds
inhumane."

"It depends on the Magistrate. Some really hate gay boys."

"Well, I am going to see if I can change that. I have a good friend in the
Thai Government."

"You would do that Ed? Why?"

"Maybe I'm being selfish. More Gay boys I can employ in my resorts. Then
again I hate it when someone does something just for spite."

"Now you know one of the reasons I love Ed so much Peter. I hurt inside
when he says he loves me. It's a good hurt. I would do anything for Ed."

"Ed, I don't think anyone can do much. There are hundreds of boys picked up
each month. Some who have been picked up before end up in Chung-See. Most
are sent to the local jail. Mo gets lots of boys from the local jail. I
think he was lucky with me. I was still waiting transportation to the
Prison when he got me out."

"Well I am going to try. I know someone who owes me a big favor."

We spent the rest of the afternoon with Peter and Gary catching up. I know
I saw a lot more in Peter's eyes than just happiness at seeing Gary
again. That might or might not be a problem.

Late in the day I slipped my shorts on and we headed down for dinner. After
dinner I sat on one of the many decks enjoying the early evening. One thing
I loved about these Resort Islands was the quiet. No loud voices or
boisterous behavior. Everyone just enjoyed the quiet.

About eight thirty, I was joined by all four of my lovers and four Thai
boys.

"Is it okay if we don't come back tonight Ed?" Gary smiled.

 "Look you Guys are on holiday. I'm the only one that is going to be doing
any work so enjoy yourselves. I don't think I will be sleeping alone."

They all took off in different directions. Here I knew they were safe. I
wandered down one of the many lighted pathways. I passed several occupied
hot tubs and then remembered the one hidden away from the rest. No sooner
was I in the hot tub when Peter and another boy showed up. Both quickly
joined me.

"Ed, this is Quon. He's from up in the northern area close to the
border. He's not Thai, he's Burmese."

I could tell right off he was not Thai. He was almost black with straight
hair. He was about the same height and stature as Peter, but also had a
fairly big cock for so small a boy.

"Is it alright if he joins us tonight?"

"Of course. The more the merrier."

Very quickly I had both their hands on me massaging my body. I finally
moved out of the tub and laid on my back. The massage took on a new meaning
as they rubbed and squeezed all parts of my body. Having two nude boys
playing with me, got me rock hard very fast. Quon leaned down and took my
cock into his mouth. I thought Peter was good at sucking, but Quon very
quickly almost drove me crazy with sucking. I pulled Peter over me and took
his cock into my mouth. He laid over me and fucked my face. Damn it felt
great with the two boys working almost as a team. Peter's sweet load in my
mouth caused me to shoot my load into Quon. He just swallowed. As Peter and
Quon sat back smiling, I lifted my legs back.

"Come on Quon, I want to feel you inside me."

As he reached for a condom, I stopped him.

"No need Quon. I know all you boys are safe."

"But it is a rule of the Resort Sir."

"Well it's one rule you can break with me Quon. I own the resort and it's
just Ed. No Sirs here tonight."

"Can Peter fuck me as I fuck you Ed?"

"Sure and after I'll fuck you, if you want while Peter does me."

"Oh yes Ed."

Someone must have really instructed these boys. Quon rimmed me just as Gary
would, Driving me almost insane before he slid his plump cock into me. What
a rush.

He grunted as Peter entered him and then both boys got into a perfect
rhythm as Quon fucked me and Peter fucked Quon. Quon reached down and
slowly jacked my cock in unison to his strokes inside me. Peter had been
pretty quick getting off when I sucked him, but now screwing both boys had
a very good stamina. It was almost a half hour before, as my load shot up
over my chest, I felt Quon let go inside me. Peter must have fired inside
Quon, because he put his head back and moaned deep inside his throat. They
just collapsed on top of me.

After untangling ourselves we slipped back into the hot tub.

"That felt great Quon. Thank you."

"I think it was better for me. Will you do me now? I really want you too."

"Well give some time to recover and I would love to."

"I get some Beer." Peter said and bounded out of the tub and trotted down
the pathway.

I pulled Quon onto my lap and kissed him. He just melted in my arms. I knew
it was happening again, Quon I am sure was now madly in love with me. We
broke the kiss and he just looked at me.

"So Quon is Peter you beau?"

"Well I guess so. We really like each other."

"I can tell Quon, just by the way you look at him and he looks at you."

"We're not supposed to have any thing like that here. Mo says we have to
treat all guests the same so he frowns on two boys getting too close. I
guess I love Peter, but we have to be careful."

"Well I think it is great that you two are lovers. That is something I will
talk to Mo about. There should be no reason any two boys who work so close
together that they can't fall in love."  "I hope it doesn't get me
trouble. I really like working here."

"Never fear my cute young man. Mo knows which side his bread is buttered
on."

"What's that mean?"

"I set the rules and policy for all my Resorts Quon. If I say something Mo
will follow my orders or he knows I will replace him."

"I don't want him to get into trouble. He brought me here and never charged
me anything. I make real good money and have been saving a lot."

"He won't get into trouble. Mo really is a very good manager, probably the
best in this type of business."

Peter came back with a bucket of beer and cracked three. Quon was astounded
as Peter handed him one.

"But drinking with guests is not allowed." Quon said.

"Ed is not a guest. Ed is the owner." Peter giggled.

"Go ahead Quon. Enjoy, no one will get in trouble for drinking with me."

I watched as Peter sat down beside Quon. They appeared to be magnetically
drawn to each other.

"Peter, are you in love with Quon?"

"I guess, but it is not allowed."

"Oh yes it is. Peter if you love Quon, then I am very happy. Quon I know
loves you. You two want to be partners, then nothing will stand in your
way."

Both boys went into a lip lock. As they parted I could see unbridled love
in their eyes. Both boys moved to me and kissed me on each cheek. Quon put
his hand on my cock.

"I think you have recovered." He giggled.

Quon became very verbal as I fucked his tight ass. Peter seemed to get in a
natural rhythm as he fucked me as I fucked Quon. What a rush to all three
of us. Quon shot a very substantial load as I continued to screw him. Even
as he came I blew my load inside him, but his very talented muscles kept me
rock hard. IT took a long time before I was finally able to unload into
Quon again. I felt Peter's hot load filling me. Again we just collapsed
into heap of sweaty bodies.

A quick rinse and we just sat by the hot tub. We sipped on a cold beer,
both boys just sitting with one arm around me. Looking at both, I knew I
loved both boys. It was something I was very reluctant to say, knowing the
consequences. Peter voiced exactly what I wanted to.

"I guess we both love you Ed."

"Well I guess neither of you can work here anymore. You see boys I love you
both too. I won't have any boyfriend of mine working for a free love
Resort. So your both fired."

Not exactly sure what I meant, both boys burst into tears.

"How will we live?" Quon said.

"Pretty easy for me to say. You'll live with me. For as long as you two
wish it."  I was practically bowled over by both boys.

Something I had never been able to put my finger on came about next. I'm
sure my Sons had a sixth or even seventh sense. My lovers were the same
way. No sooner had I said I loved both boys than Siam and Mo showed up at
the tub.

"Father, you should never come to these resorts. You always fall in love
with boys here. Peter, Quon I am very happy for you. Welcome to my Fathers
Family."

He pulled both boys up and kissed them. Then Mo kissed them too.

"Can we get some of that too?" Gary asked as him, Jer, Bobby and Rad walked
up.

How did they know to show up right at this moment. I could never understand
what was going on inside their heads or how they seemed to just show up at
the most opportune moment. Both Peter and Quon were in tears after being
kissed and hugged by my four original lovers. I guess now I had six. I had
finally married off my last Son and now I was back to the beginning
again. Six to satisfy. It was hard enough with four.

Gary was right. I shouldn't keep coming back here. I always fell in love
with the boys. Now I had gained two more.

Over the next few days I had along talk with Mo about policy. I told him
some of things he had set up would not work. All the boys here could come
and go as they pleased. To disallow them to fall in love, could mean the
boys will just move on. He might be losing some very good employees that
way.

I also had a talk with Sal Hula. I told him of a problem as I saw it, and
he said he would check it out, but make no promises. After a good week, I
booked passage for my six to Fiji, the next stop on my tour.  I always got
strange looks from customs and immigration people when ever I travelled
with my boys. Walking off and aircraft with these six very good looking and
courteous boys always garnered stares. It was no different in Fiji.

I had booked a penthouse suite before I left Bangkok. It was ready for us
when we arrived at what was now known as the Sandpiper Imperial Hotel and
Resort. The first bombshell I received almost as soon as I booked in was
the resignation of the Manager. He said he did not agree with the way the
Resort was heading. Too may Gay and Lesbian couples were booking
holidays. He was not very Gay friendly. I accepted his resignation on the
spot. After extensive meetings with the Assistant manager, I promoted him
to the spot of Manager. He told me quietly that he was bi, so had no
problem with gay or lesbian couples or singles booking in. The next problem
I had was that although the hotels were running at almost 75 percent full,
fully half were gay clientele. There were not nearly enough Gay Staff. With
the policy of one on one guest scheme in place, there were some
conflicts. Even with the non fraternization policy, some employees were put
out being asked to perform some things which were not part of their
employment agreement.

I hoped things would sort themselves out, but also figured I would have to
find more staff willing to work within my policies.

The hotel itself was about 90 percent complete. The Marina was finished and
all but nine holes of gulf were done. The six story water slide was
finished and a real hit with the guests. It was super hit with my
boys. Like my sons their second best thing to do was swim.

It sure didn't take my lovers long to find playmates among the staff. Lucky
or by design the two boys assigned my penthouse suite were both gay. Both
were very good looking and I am sure all six of boys bedded them before I
did.

Another thing that had changed was the uniforms. The long skirt was gone
replaced by shorts both for inside and outside. To me the shorts looked
much better and I was told they were also much cooler in the heat of
Fiji. The service was exemplary and considering the Sandpiper Imperial was
one of the most expensive hotels in Fiji, I was happy it was so full.

I had a long talk with the Engineer from Matrix. He was slated to head for
the Persian Gulf when he was done here. Matrix was so busy in the gulf,
that they were sending another crew to work on my resort there.

I also got a call from Jake telling me Sandpiper was now at Sydney Ships, a
full week ahead of schedule. He also said I was going to be very surprised
when I saw the builder's model of Sandpiper 2.

So I guess my next stop is Sydney Australia.

TBC