Date: 7 May 1999 22:04:26 -0700
From: dai@accesscom.com
Subject: Paul's Plantation - Part 2 (young friends)

	This story is a fantasy of mine.  It involves boy/boy sex and love.
	If that is not your "thing", you should not even be in this archive.
	If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here, but enjoy it anyway.
	If you have comments please direct them to dai@accesscom.com


PAUL'S PLANTATION
by David


Part 2 - I Find A Home (no sex this time - maybe next)


	I spent the next three months at Uncle Mike's home which he shared
with his lover, Evan. No, I didn't get it on with them in any way - they
were completely devoted to each other.  Besides, I was not interested in
older guys at this point, and I am pretty sure that neither one of them
were interested in me that way.  However, there were many times when either
Uncle Mike, and even on occasion Evan, held me on their knee and allowed me
to either hug them or cry on their shoulder.  This was the first time that
any adult had ever showed me any affection.
	I am also sure that by the time that I did leave them, they were
very ready to pull their hair out.  Not that I deliberately tried to give
them problems, but I am sure that just having a rambunctious thirteen year
old around put quite a crimp in their everyday normal life styles.  Both of
them showed me by example that I could love them and someone could love me
without sex being involved.
	I was lucky that Uncle Mike was able to take a month off from his
work - (he and Evan owned their own business as architects) - to apply
himself to my problems.  First of course, there was one hell of a load of
paper work. Dealing with the lawyers involved with my father's affairs and
getting the will probated appeared to be a full time job.  Let's face it, a
fortune of seven hundred, forty seven million dollars (yep, that was the
final count) takes a lot of work to just keep track of.  I still find it
hard to even imagine how much money that is.
	Anyway, Uncle Mike and I spent many, many hours discussing what I
should do with it and what kind of life style I wanted to live.  We
discussed/talked/argued about schooling - worse luck there was absolutely
no way that I could get out of getting an education, at least as far as the
end of high school.
	One of our longest talks dealt with where and how I was going to
live.  Even though Uncle Mike made sure that I understood that both he and
Evan would be happy to have me live with them until I was eighteen, I
finally convinced him that I would feel rotten imposing upon them.  I
suggested a plan (after much thought about it) that he was finally willing
to accept if we could convince the judge who was overseeing my inheritance.

	My plan was as follows:
		I would find a place for myself in which I could feel
comfortable.
		Uncle Mike would hire a live-in tutor for my
schooling. There would also be a housekeeper and a chauffeur-bodyguard.
Other personnel such as maid's, gardeners could be hired further down the
line and as needed.
		I would have approval rights (I had to at least like the
people since we would be living side by side for possibly the next five
years), but Uncle Mike would have the final ok as to whom we hired.  I told
him that I wanted to try to find people who were possibly, but not
necessarily, gay. I also wanted people who were not going to try to seduce
me at all hours of the day or night. If they were straight I at least
wanted people who were not going to be freaked out about my sexuality.  I
also wanted something that was VERY important to me, and that was they had
to be able to be discreet about my activities.  I promised Uncle Mike (and
would to the staff that we hired) that I would not be having "wild"
parties, drug use or other types of illegal activities.  I also promised to
keep my "sexual activities" within bounds.
		Uncle Mike could and would drop in for a visit at any time
just so that he could convince the judge that I was being properly looked
after.

	After several weeks of checking with real estate agents (mostly on
the Internet) I finally found the place that I felt that I wanted to live.
It was in upper New York state on the outskirts of a fairly small town,
(well, it was small to me, it only had 29,000 inhabitants.)
	It consisted of an estate of 500 acres; Three story house with full
basement, fifteen bedrooms, large library, five car garage, three cottages
out back for live-in servants, Olympic size swimming pool, a stable -
enough room for five horses, a paddock and, except for the five acres of
cleared ground around the house, the rest was all trees - in effect, it was
surrounded by a forest. The entire estate was walled in - which must have
cost the original owner a small fortune even back in the 1800's.  The extra
nice part (I had visions of skinny-dipping) about the grounds was that it
had a natural springs and waterfall with a small creek leading into a lake
which could be used for swimming also.
	Uncle Mike drove me up there one Wednesday to look the place
over. I think the estate agent was a little freaked out when she saw how
young Uncle Mike was (she thought he was buying it) - and kept asking him
if he could really afford such a place.  She kept on making comments about
taxes and cost of upkeep.  The asking price was $17.5 million.  She really
did freak out when she found out that it was actually me that was buying it
and was going to be living there.  Luckily, Uncle Mike had the foresight to
transfer a good dollop (forty seven million to be exact) to one of the
local banks in my name.  Well, to tell the truth it was in both of our
names, since I was still legally a minor and he would have to countersign
anything.  Of course, once she had called the bank to satisfy herself that
there really was the necessary funds available, there was just nothing that
she couldn't do for us to get us to buy the place.  Especially since she
knew that we were going to pay cash - I could just see her drooling over
her commission.  To be honest I didn't blame her much - the place had been
on the market for several years, and I am sure that she had begun to think
that it would be quite some more time before she would be able to unload
it.
	I loved the place at first sight.  I had not been there five
minutes and I was already having fantasies about me and MY home.  Fantasies
about being able to bring friends home, and the privacy that we could have
for you know what.  Just the thought that I could run around my own house
naked with any friends that I may make was enough to start getting me hard.
I really could not take care of the problem at the moment, so I made the
excuse that I wanted to see the backyard while the two adults talked and I
left them for a few minutes to cool myself down.
	There were these large wrought iron gates between two large brick
gateposts (with concrete lions on top) opening upon the long driveway.  It
must have been at least a quarter mile from the gates to the house.  There
were five steps leading up to the large front porch and then two more steps
leading to large double doors inset with stained glass.  Upon entry into
the foyer there was a large central stair case leading up to the second
floor.
	To the left was large double doors leading to the "sitting room" -
at least that is what my mother would have called it.  To the rear of that
was a large dining room - it could have seated 25 people easily. Behind
that was a humongous kitchen - it looked like it could do the cooking for
an entire army.
	To the right of the foyer was another large room that appeared to
have been the library, with built in book shelves on three walls - I
figured that it was here that I could do my school work.  Behind the
library was another large room - called the "withdrawing room" - the estate
agent said that this is were the lady of the house - in the old days -
would retire with her guests when the men went to the library for their
after dinner cigars and discussions.
	The second and third floors were divided up into bedrooms.  The
present master bedroom suite was fairly large - consisting of two large
bedrooms separated by a very large bathroom.  These two bedrooms where
above the sitting room and dining room.  On the other side of the main
staircase were four more bedrooms, each with its own small bathroom.  The
third floor had 9 small bedrooms (I assume that they had been for children
and friends) with bathrooms for each group of three.  Uncle Mike and I
discussed the idea of removing some of rooms and making a large play area
out of the space - but actual plans were for further discussion later.
	After taking a tour through the cottages and the stable, the three
of us drove to the bank and using the bank's notary put everything down on
paper and started things through the process.  Since we were paying cash,
the only thing that could delay the whole thing would be the judges refusal
of our plans.  The next day Uncle Mike and I appeared before the judge and
with the flowery way that "my" lawyers had presented our plan to him, he
finalized my guardianship by Uncle Mike and approved of our plans.
	The next two weeks were frustrating.  Before I could really move
in, I had to find some staff that could be considered "adult supervision".
Uncle Mike could not spend anymore time away from work - he and Evan were
swamped with work - I guess they were really good architects.
	Through some of Evan's contacts within the gay community, we were
lucky enough to locate an older lesbian couple who really wanted to get
away from the rat race.  The older lady, Gladys (37 years old) applied for
the position of house-keeper.  She was a psychiatric nurse (because of my
enforced stay at Grandview I was not happy when I heard this) - but after
talking with her for some time I came to really believe that she would be a
happy addition to my household.  Her back-ground (Uncle Mike suggested)
would probably not hurt in the reports to the judge. What she was looking
for was a position with less stress, but she was also not adverse to a job
requiring taking responsibility for a household.  She was also looking for
a place and the time to devote to her writing of poetry. Her lover, Edith
(35) was applying for the job of cook and although she had never been a
professional chef, she had fed and cared for seven brothers and sisters.
Gladys was also able to put us in touch with this older gentleman (Raymond)
who had been both a butler (in his younger days) and a schoolteacher in
England.  When we talked to him he was excited with the idea of becoming
both my tutor and our "butler".
	I think our luckiest find was Darryl.  He was an ex-professional
wrestler and he was black.  I had never seen a body like his, he had
muscles on top of muscles. His doctor had advised him to give up the fight
game or he was going to be crippled for life.  He had the good sense to
follow his doctor's advice.  He would become my driver/bodyguard.  He would
also spend the next couple of years teaching me and other gay friends of
mine self-defense.  To put the icing on the cake, it turned out that his
younger brother had been killed years before because he was gay.  Darryl
was to become very close to me - no, not sexually - but he taught me self
confidence along with self-defense (but that is for later in this story).
I think that in many senses of the word, I was to become Darryl's "other"
younger brother.
	By the 4th of July myself and my household had moved in.  Inviting
Uncle Mike and Evan, we celebrated with a picnic/barbecue in the back
yard. For the first time in such a long time, I felt safe.  The family
(staff) - because they were very fast becoming a family to me - had worked
hard getting things in order.  Work on the playroom on the third floor was
under way, and the whole place was fast becoming MY home.
	I had the front master bedroom over the "sitting room".  When
visiting, Uncle Mike and Evan had the other.  My bedroom had been furnished
with a bed that would have slept six boys (and later did at times).  The
library had become my study and already had a large desk where I could do
homework, (Raymond had already told me that I would have homework to do
five nights a week, just like any schoolboy would have).  There was also a
top-of-the-line computer upon which I could do research.  Uncle Mike had
already told me that he had absolutely no problems with me going to "porn"
sites if I wanted to, but he did require Raymond to restrict my time on
them.  I had already started a collection of books for my library - I love
to read, in fact later even that activity became time restricted, since I
read so much.  And when I found the "Nifty Archives" online, I was in my
real glory.  Unless Raymond prodded me, I found myself spending hours at
this site.
	To be fair, Raymond decided with the support of Uncle Mike, that
since regular school was on summer vacation, that I should be also.  My
education would begin when the other boys in town went back to school in
September.  This, of course, would also give Raymond time to get all the
material needed for the 'home study' courses that I would need.

	The Monday after July the Fourth, Darryl and I had taken the
limousine in to town.  I wanted to show-off a little. Over that past two
weeks, Uncle Mike, myself and Darryl had gone out on a car hunt.  Besides
buying the Lincoln Town Car, we had bought a Lincoln Navigator for hauling
things, and a Taurus station wagon for use by Gladys and Edith.  We also
bought two ATV's (all terrain vehicles - three wheel bikes for those of you
who don't know) and two Honda 125cc Dirt Bikes.  Darryl was going to show
me how to operate them (I of course also bought all the necessary safety
equipment) and I was under STRICT orders not to take them off my property -
but that didn't bother me since I had 500 acres to ride around on.
	Anyway, back to going to town.  I had seen small parts of the town
while we were getting supplies and such for the house, but now I was
interested in seeing what was available for kids my age.  I also wanted to
see what was happening.  We had decided that Darryl and I would go
somewhere and have breakfast.  The last couple of weeks had been very
hectic for Gladys and Edith, and I felt that they deserved a break and so I
suggested that they sleep in that morning if they could. I must say that we
got quite a few stares when we entered the cafe.  Well, how often do you
see a small white kid with a very large, very muscled, very black, man.
What shook the waitress up the most, I think, was how well spoken and
educated Darryl appeared.  Well, he had two years of college by the time
that his younger brother was killed and he had dropped out.  Frankly, it
had me giggling and Darryl chuckling.  We were enjoying ourselves.
	After breakfast we drove around and found all the parks and
playgrounds, the area on the edge of town at the river where it seemed all
the kids did their swimming.  There was no-one there yet since it was still
early in the day, but the rope on a large tree branch that overlooked the
river, you could just tell that it was a popular swimming spot - even
though we had also come across a municipal swimming pool.
	Finally, on one of the side streets we found some action.  In a
store stuck between two empty and deserted stores, we found a games arcade
that already had some boys hanging onto joy sticks.  I went in too explore
while Darryl went back to Main Street to do some personal shopping (he said
he would be back in an hour or two).
	I went in and found four other boys already there playing on
various machines.  The place had twenty-five machines and I started
inserting quarters and trying as many different ones as I could find.  Over
the next hour or two more boys joined us in our quest for higher and higher
point scores.
	About an hour and a half later I saw Darryl pull up out front and
sit there waiting for me to finish.  I took a minute and went out to him
and told him that I would not be too much longer.  He told me to take my
time and that he was in no real hurry.  He stretched out as he hit the
switch to lay the back of his seat down and pulled his cap over his eyes
and told me that he was going to catch forty winks.
	I went back inside the arcade and back to my game.  Some time later
I heard a scuffle behind me.  There was this hugely fat (I mean OBESE) kid
shoving this little kid around.
	This kid was smaller than me and very cute.  Blond hair and blue
eyes, and he stood about 5 feet tall.  "I've told you before that I don't
want your type in here or anywhere near me.  I don't like faggots.  I don't
want to catch any diseases or cooties from you playing with the machines."
Giving the little kid another hard shove that sent him to the floor hitting
his back on a machine on his way down, he said "Now get the fuck out of
here before I stomp you into the ground."
	Now, here was this fat slob, probably somewhere around 15 years
old, standing at least a foot taller than the other kid, and at least 150
pounds heavier, picking on this little kid.  Well, as I am sure you have
come to expect, my temper was aroused.
	I just had to open my big mouth.  I really hate bullies.  "Why
don't you pick on someone your own size - if you can find anyone that fat?"
	The 'pig' turned to look at me.  His eyes slitted.  "Mind your own
business punk," he said, "or I'll mind it for you." The two kids behind him
tittered.  They had to be his followers.  "And if you are looking for
trouble, I can give it to you."
	I then did something that he was not expecting.  I moved in towards
him.  I am sure, that because of his size he was not expecting me to do
that - because nobody had ever had the temerity to do so - and I sharply
brought my knee up between his legs.
	He let out a scream.  As his hands went between his legs and his
knees crumpled, his head came forward and I let loose with my right fist
straight into his nose.  Seconds later he was curled up on the floor, blood
and snot running from his nose.  Tears were also streaming down his face.
His two friends just stood there staring.
	"Shit!" was the only word that seemed to be able to come out of
their mouths.  Everyone in the place was staring at me and then down at
him.  His two friends, the kid whom he had been picking on, even the
manager or owner of the arcade, could do nothing but stare at me with their
mouths hanging wide open.
	"You better get your friend here home," I told the two boys.  "I am
sure that he does not want to make himself look more of a fool than he
already is."  Grabbing hold of him, they helped him stagger out of the
place.
	"Jeeezus Christ, kid, what are you trying to do to me, get me put
out of business."  The guy I now assumed to be the owner of the arcade.
	I was over helping the kid that 'slobo' had thrown to the floor.
Being as gentle as I could, I helped him to stand.  I could see that he was
trying very hard not to cry, but tears of pain were standing in his eyes.
	At that point Darryl stalked into the arcade.  His eyes quickly
took in the situation.  "What's going on Paul?" he asked.  "I saw this tub
of lard being carried out of here with blood all the way down the front of
his T-shirt?"
	"It's ok, Darryl," I told him, and explained what had happened.  He
gave me a quick small smile, and then in a serious tone of voice said, "you
know that I am supposed to take care of you, what are you trying to do,
take over my job."
	I blushed and smiled back at him.  "Sorry, bro.  It all happened so
quickly that I didn't even think about it.  I promise that I will try
harder to remember."  There was a flash of white teeth in his broad black
face.
	"Now you said something about getting put out of business if I
remember right?" I said to the guy behind the counter.
	He was still busy looking Darryl up and down.  I could tell that he
was thinking that here was one dude that he would hate to meet in a dark
alley late at night.  His attention came back to me.  "Um, well, that kids
old man is the branch manager of the bank who has the loan that I have for
all of my machines.  If his son squawks to him, I am going to be in deep
shit."
	"Is that the reason all the kids are afraid of fatso?" I asked.
	"Yeah," he said, "his daddy is a real prick when it comes to his
loans, and there are many, many people who owe his bank money.  He is not
above foreclosing on places if he can find one little excuse for doing so,
including if you are only one day late in making a payment."
	I was still holding on to the little kid.  "You ok?" I asked.  He
was still looking up at my face with his mouth hanging open.  He nodded.
	Turning back to the shops owner, I asked "How much do you owe him?"
	"What's it t' ya, kid?" he asked, starting to get a little
belligerent.  I guess I could not really blame him.  It is not every day
that an adult gets asked that kind of question by a 13 year old kid.
	"Just answer his question," Darryl growled.
	The shop owner looked from me to Darryl and back to me.  "About
thirty thousand dollars," he said.
	I helped the kid over to a chair and noticed how he winced as I got
him to sit down.  Softly I asked his name and told him that mine was Paul.
He told me his was Nicky.  I told him to sit there for a bit and get his
breath back.  He again nodded.
	During this time I had been doing some quick thinking.  "What
branch is that bank?" I asked the owner.  He named the branch that had what
was left of my 47 million that we had transferred for the house and things.
My mind was working at a mile a minute.  That would work out great I
thought.
	I then took the owner by surprise by asking him how much it would
cost to get newer game machines and expand into the deserted store next to
him.  He sputtered.  He did not know whether to shit or go blind.
	Darryl spoke up.  "Well, old man, are you going to answer his
question?"
	"What do you want to know for?" he asked me.
	"I want to make a deal with you."
	"Yeah, right," he laughed.
	"So, tell me how much?" I again asked.
	"Well, not that it is any of your business," he said, "but I
imagine that I could do it for about 100 grand.  Not that I am ever likely
going to have that kind of money."
	Doing some fast thinking, I told him, "here is my deal: I will give
you a check right now for the amount that you owe the bank, and I will give
you another check for 150 grand to get the other store and to get new
machines.  Until you get on your feet because you are going to be closed
while you have the place cleaned up and painted real nice, I will not
expect any payment.  Once you open back up we split any money you make over
and above expenses at 60% for you and 40% for me."
	He started laughing again.  He looked at me as if I was crazy.
"Look, kid, I don't even know you, I've never even seen you around before."
	"My name is Paul Trimble," I told him "and I just bought the old
'__________' estate.  I and my staff just moved in but you will be seeing a
lot of me from now on."
	Again he looked from me to Darryl, back to me and then back to
Darryl.  He didn't know whether I was having a joke at his expense or not.
While he was looking at Darryl, Darryl just gave him a brief nod.
	"Look," I said, "it is simple enough to prove and we can get things
rolling.  I will write out the check now for the exact amount of the loan
as soon as you tell me what it is, and then I will have Darryl here drive
both of us to the bank so that you can see that it is good.  Then I will
write you another check for 150 grand which you can cash while we are there
- Oh, yeah, first we will stop off at the lawyers and get the paperwork
started upon so that it is all legal and above board."
	"Jeezus, kid, are you trying to fuck with my head?" he asked.
	Before I could answer or say anything, Darryl interrupted.  "Excuse
me," he said, "would you please clean up your language.  We are trying to
teach Paul here good manners, and you're not helping much."
	After a startled thirty seconds we all (except Nicky) broke into
laughter.  We just couldn't help ourselves.  Two minutes later, Simon (the
owners name) went back to his office and was soon back with his payment
book.  I then wrote out a check for the entire $31,250, that he owed.
Luckily Uncle Mike had already counter-signed several checks for me.
	During all this time, Nicky was looking at me bewildered.  While
Simon was busily hurrying around closing up the place I went over to him
and asked him how he was.  He was having trouble speaking.  He still did
not grasp all that was going on.  I asked him if there was anyone at home
that we could take him too that could look after him.  He told me that
there was only him and his mother and she would be at work for at least
several more hours.
	With Nicky in the back seat with me and Simon up front with Darryl
we made our way to the lawyers office.  Nicky placed his head on my
shoulder and daring greatly I took his hand.  It seemed to help him.  By
the time that we reached our destination Nicky was sound asleep.  When we
got out at the lawyers, I covered him with the lap robe and left him curled
up on the back seat.
	During the ride Simon asked me why I was doing this, he really did
not understand.  I gave him both of my reasons: 1 - He was likely to get
hurt for something that I had done (namely decking fatso) and 2 - I really
wanted to become part of this town and this was one way of starting to
become involved.  Even after I explained, I am not sure that he believed
me.
	We all then traipsed up the stairs to the second floor and to a
local lawyers office.  While talking and explaining what I wanted to do
with Mr. Prescott, (the lawyer) and our having talked by phone with Uncle
Mike - I had asked if there was another bank in town and had been told that
there was a small farmers bank, but like it's name implied it was used
mainly by the farmers in the surrounding countryside.  I then told Uncle
Mike and Mr. Prescott that while we were at the bank I wanted the personal
pleasure of telling the manager (his name was Arnold Suchet) the exact
reason as to why I wanted to remove my millions from his bank.
	Making sure that Simon was able to cash the larger check for
expansion and also pay off his loan from the bank, Darryl, myself and
Mr. Prescott asked the bank clerk to see the manager.  Our interview was
not long in coming.  We marched into his office.  He nodded to
Mr. Prescott, looked at me as if I were not there and then glanced at
Darryl.  There was fear in his eyes.
	Deliberately mispronouncing his name, I started the whole thing off
with, "Mr. Suck-it, I want to transfer my funds to the farmers bank."
	He quickly corrected me by telling me how to say his name with the
silent 't' on the end.
	"Whatever," I said.  "All I know, Mr. Suck-it is that I want to
transfer my funds."
	"And who might you be?" he asked as though I was some simple little
squirt.
	When I told him my name there was this loud hiss of indrawn breath
and his whole face seemed to sag.
	"You want me to transfer all 29 million now?" he asked in a voice
that sounded like his heart was being ripped out.
	I told him that that is exactly what I wanted as fast as was
possible.
	At this point I sat down even though he had not asked me too.
Darryl came over to me and whispered that he was going back to the Lincoln
and keep an eye on Nicky.  I smiled at him and whispered back, "thanks
bro."
	Old man Suck-it was hemming and hawing around and Mr. Prescott was
telling him that he had three working days in which to complete the
transfer.  When finally, Suck-it asked for a reason, Mr. Prescott told him
that he would have to ask me.
	I have to be honest here and say that I was really enjoying this.
	He looked at me and I looked at him.  I held out the longest and he
finally had to take notice of me and ask again as to my reasons.
	"First, Mr. Suck-it, I don't like your son.  He is a fat pig and a
bully.  He likes to pick on kids much smaller and younger than he is.
Secondly, I am sure that he gets his sickening attitude from you, which
means that I don't like you either, and thirdly, because I want to.  Thank
you for your time." I got up and walked out without looking back.
	Darryl and Simon were waiting by the car.  Nicky was still asleep
on the back seat.  Mr. Prescott shook my hand.  "I have been waiting for
something like that for years.  Thank you for letting me witness it," he
said and he got a great big grin on his face.
	"You have no idea how good that felt to be able to do something
like that," I said.  And gave him a big grin back.
	"Now onto farmers bank - I want to let them know the money will be
coming in."
	I shook hands with Simon and told him I would be in touch very
shortly, and he left saying that he wanted to get things moving this
afternoon.
	We followed Mr. Prescott's car to the bank and while Darryl again
stayed with sleeping Nicky, Mr. Prescott and I presented ourselves to the
president of the farmers bank.  A Mr. Perez.  After arranging several
accounts that I could draw from, we talked about taking the major portion
and putting it in long term accounts so that the bank could use the money
for loans to local farmers at a fair rate of interest.  I also informed
Mr. Perez that there would be another 50 million coming in soon that would
also be for loans to the farmers.
	Although we had taken him completely by surprise, Mr. Perez had
treated us courteously even before he knew what we wanted.
	After leaving the bank, Mr. Prescott shook Darryl's hand and then
mine.  Looking at me with a big smile on his face he told me that it would
be his pleasure to be able to help me anytime (and he emphasized this word)
that I required it.  He then took off.
	Getting back in the car I told Darryl to take us home.  He asked
what we were going to do about Nicky.  I told him that his mother was still
at work and that he really had nowhere else to go right now and that I
wanted to take him home with us and have Gladys look at his injuries.

End of Part 2