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Campbell Boys
Chapter 11-15

Chapter 11

  I stayed in Texas until the center was at full capacity. It was obvious
that there was a need for such a place, and that we might expand to help
even more boys. We wouldn't make that decision until the ranch was
productive.

  Crops needed to be planted and grown, cattle had to be raised, etc. When
we examine the ranch's output, we can expand accordingly.

  I arrived home the Friday after spring break, to find the house full of
boys. It seems Jacob had invited the band, and Clay, and a couple of his
classmates home for the weekend.

  Even with the house full of teens, Ada was surprisingly chipper. I guess
Max was doing a good job. When Clay's parents dropped him off, Toby rode
back with them, to spend the weekend with Tyler.

  Dan was by the pool, as seven naked boys swam and played. I could see the
swelling in his shorts even though he tried to hide it. "Tough job," I said
to him with a wink.

  "Yeah, but someone has to do it," he laughed back.

  The two new boys were about Jacob's age. One had a nice uncut average
looking cock. The other looked like he hadn't started puberty at all. His
cock was small, hairless, and his balls totally immature. Not really my cup
of tea. I prefer to suck a boycock and get a creamy reward for my effort.

  I sat down with Dan a while, and started to get hard myself.

  Ada came out and handed me an 18 year old single malt Scotch, "This will
relax you. Dinner in about thirty minutes," I was about to offer Dan a
drink, when I noticed he was in 'Duty Mode'.

  After dinner, the boys hit the pool again. Soon though, they drifted
indoors to play video games. Only the underdeveloped one bothered to put on
his underwear, the others remained nude.

  Sleeping arrangements were made. The two new boys would share Toby's
room. Clay would stay with Jacob, and the band would be in the pool house
guest rooms. At 10:30 I told the boys to start getting ready for bed.

  Then I took pity on Dan and ask him if he would like to join me for a
drink. He shuffled off the sofa, trying to conceal his erection. I headed
for my room, instead of one of the downstairs bars. Once inside, I led Dan
to my shower. I undressed him slowly, marveling at the magnificent cock
that emerged from his shorts. I set the water temperature and then removed
my own clothes. I bathed him from head to foot, then gave his cock my
special mouth bath.

  He bathed me in return, but I turned down the proffered blow job. Donning
my plush robes, we retired to my bedroom. I handed him a Scotch and one for
myself. We chatted about the center and Jacob.

  Then he said how much he loved the job. I told him he was off duty right
now. He said "Good, otherwise I couldn't do this," he leaned in and kissed
me. I opened his robe and worked on his iron rod cock.

  I know I'm a boylover, but Dan's cock sure feels good inside me. As he
slid in I wrapped my arms around his neck, opened my legs as wide as
possible. I gave myself to him completely, and he took full advantage of
it. Once he started thrusting, I was lost to all but the incredible fucking
I was receiving. I wanted to scream out in passion, but there were new boys
in the room right next to us.

  For his part, Dan was very vocal about how he felt. He kept telling me
how good I felt wrapped around his cock. He soon had me squirting my load
all over us. Then he blasted my insides with what felt like a quart of
manly juice.

  "For a bottom, you sure know how to top," I told him afterward.

  "I only bottom for Jacob and Max, because they don't like receiving. I
love fucking your ass though. If you want you can do me too."

  "No... that's alright, I prefer bottom honestly. Especially for your nice
cock. I had only been with Jacob and Toby till that time in L.A. Your's is
the only adult cock I want in me."

  "Well, you can have it anytime you want," he said as he began kissing my
neck. I don't know how he knew that was a soft spot for me. Next thing I
know we're at it again.

  Saturday morning, Jacob saw Dan and I leaving my room, and gave me a sly
smile. He immediately called Toby, and told him what happened. I guess the
boys were right to set us up, but that still doesn't excuse how they went
about it.

  While Dan did his routine security check of the house and grounds, I
headed to my office. I had a ton of work to catch up on. A lot of my job I
can do from my laptop, but there are sensitive files and info that I keep
at home, in case I lose my laptop.

  There were some expenditures for the new corporation, that needed my
approval, and I had to go over the figures before hand. Though it was still
in the red, RJD Enterprises LLC, was well ahead of schedule to be a very
profitable endeavor. I was very happy about this, because I had almost 20
million sunk in it. David and Jim had 10 million each in it.

  By the time I exited my office, it was after lunch. I found Dan 'on duty'
at the pool with seven naked boys. Max was just finishing his lunch, so Dan
told him "Take over, I need a break," he grabbed my hand a dragged me to my
bedroom. Of course, I was kicking and screaming the whole way.

  The two new boys (who I learned were cousins) had a wedding to go to, so
they were picked up earlier. The rest were staying till Sunday. I was kind
of sorry to see any of them leave, because Dan was fucking me silly while
they were there.

  Sunday, Jenny came over, she and Jacob managed to sneak off for a
while. I grilled hot dogs, and hamburgers, the band practiced, and everyone
had a good time before they left.

  The following weekend, Jacob had a meeting in L.A. with a boy band that
was hot on the charts. Assuming they wanted a single song, he had prepared
in advance, even getting Toby to write some lyrics.

  I asked him how he could do it in advance without knowing what they
wanted. He explained to me "It's a boy band. They don't want
substance. They want a catchy tune with a nice hook and repetitive
lyrics. Toby didn't even have to work hard for that."

  We met with the band, and their manager, who I think was the mother of
one of them. Jacob said "You know my usual fee, right?"

  Mom said "We're prepared to pay your fee. When will it be ready."

  "How long will it take you to write the check?" Jacob responded.

  When the secretary brought in the check, Mom asked "Will you be at the
studio for the recording?"

  Jacob took the check, and handed her the sheet music. "You don't need me
there. A monkey could play this, and you have four of them. Just tell them
to follow the music just as it is written."

  "You are the rudest young man I have ever met," Mom said in disgust.

  "Look, lady. In five years, when they decide to get serious about music,
not just making little girls wet their panties, call me and I will put them
back on the charts." Then turning to the band said "In the meantime, ride
the wave, enjoy the ride, get all the pussy you can."

  In the car, Dan shook his head and said "I just can't believe you
sometimes."

  "Well, it's true," Jacob said in defence.

  "Sometimes people don't like the truth thrown in their faces," Dan
retorted.

  "I couldn't have said it better, Dan," I said jumping in.

  "Jacob, you have to learn not to say everything that comes into your
head. There needs to be a filter that spares people their feelings.

  "It's like this. When you get married, and your wife has put on about
thirty pounds [15 kg] after having kids, one day she will say 'Does this
dress make my ass look fat?'. Now you can be honest and say 'No dear, you
have a fat ass even without that dress'. Or you can take path that insures
a happy home, and say 'No, dear, you look as sexy as ever'. The difference
is that you have spared someone's feelings, not to mention you probably
spared your balls at the same time."

  Dan was rolling on the carseat in laughter. "I can just see Jacob... six
kids... fat assed wife... and a billion dollars in the bank won't save his
balls if he answers that wrong," he could barely get it all out, he was
laughing so hard.

  Even Jacob had to laugh at the imagery. "Okay. Okay. I get the
point. Spare people's feelings when you can. But those bozos don't really
count, do they?"

  "Those 'bozos' just gave you a check for three hundred grand. You will
probably make another million off the royalties. Give them a break, huh."

  "You're right as usual Dad. I will try to do better in the future."

***

  The addition to the house was finished. The studio in the cabana, was
returned to a gym. The new studio was larger, and most importantly, sound
proof. The security room, just beyond the guest house, was equipped with
monitors that received feeds from cameras around the perimeter of the
property and the gate.

  When we were discussing the security cameras, Dan had suggested we place
cams in the house as well. Knowing, as I did, about the cameras at the Boys
Center, I nixed the idea. After all, there was a lot of stuff going on in
the house, that really shouldn't be videoed. He had then suggested to at
least put cams in the common rooms, and not the bedrooms. I again nixed the
idea. A decision I was going to regret.

  It was the Wednesday after school let out. Ada was doing her midweek
grocery shopping. I was sitting poolside enjoying a cool drink while
watching Dan, Toby, Jacob, and the band, all playing in the pool.

  I heard Ada say "I'm sorry Robert," I could detect fear in her voice, so
I looked up to see her approaching from the kitchen. Behind her was a
large, mean looking Hispanic fellow. His left arm was around her neck, in
his right hand a large gun.

  "Why wasn't I invited to this party?" he said menacingly. "Alright,
everybody out of the pool." The gun was waving toward the pool, and my
boys.

  I was scared shitless. I thought I could tackle him, giving Dan a chance
to subdue him. I looked at Dan, he looked at me, and shook his head
slightly. He was telling me not to do what I was thinking.

  Jacob and the boys were moving towards the steps out of the pool. But Dan
was slowly making his way to the ladder on the side of the pool that the
intruder was on. This wasn't missed by him either. He immediately turned
the gun in Dan's direction. About that time Jacob was climbing the steps,
and it became evident that he was quite naked. His impressive cock leading
the way.

  The intruder studied Jacob and the band as they were clearing the
pool. "Well. This is my kind of party," he said lecherously.

  Jacob grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. "Are you going to fuck
her?" He was referring to Ada. "Man, can I watch you fuck her? I've been
wanting to fuck her for years. Can I go after you ?" All the time, he
continued to wail on his cock, which had reached it's maximum length of
around eight inches [20 cm].

  Suddenly the guy just drops. I didn't even see Dan throw the knife he
always kept strapped to his leg, even when in the pool. I had seen it
countless times, but never gave it a second thought. The knife handle was
sticking out one side of the bad guy's neck, the tip of the blade, out the
other.

  "Great job, Jacob," Dan said as he kicked the gun away from the
intruder. He then grabbed his own gun, and went to check the rest of the
house.

  Max soon came running into the patio, gun drawn. "Who set off the silent
alarm?" he asked as he spotted the dead guy.

  "Must have been Dan," Jacob offered.

  "I'm sorry Robert. I forgot to press the buzzer at the gate. He had the
gun, and I wasn't thinking right." Ada was shaking terribly. She is
supposed to press the intercom buzzer at the gate in circumstances like
this. Instead, she just entered her gate code and drove in. Max, watching
the monitors, saw her reach out and enter the code, so didn't think
anything was afoul.

  With no cameras in the house, he didn't see the intruder drag her from
the car, and into the kitchen.

  Dan returned and started dressing. The rest of us heard the police sirens
about then, and got ourselves presentable too.

  I thought the police would never leave. They took statements from
everyone. Fingerprinted the weapons. Grilled Dan unmercifully. It took
hours.

  Dan wasn't arrested, but they made it clear that he might have some
answering to do. They became less interested in arresting him, when they
discovered he was a bodyguard for a celebrity. Somehow, high profile people
tend to attract bad guys, and they understand that.

  After they finally left, Ada turned to Jacob and said "You've been
wanting to fuck me for years? You were gonna watch him fuck me then take a
turn yourself?" Jacob looked like a deer in the headlights.

  "No. I swear. I... well, you see... Dan told me that there are situations
that call for action, and some that call for distraction, and some that
call for patience. When I saw him go to the ladder, I knew I should
distract the asshole so Dan could take action. The only thing I had to
distract him with was my dick. I didn't know if my dick was enough, so I
brought you into it. I'm sorry Ada. You know I love you. I wouldn't fuck
you. I mean... it's not that you're not attractive... I would fuck you... I
mean..."

  Dan was beside himself. He and Ada both were laughing so hard, Ada even
wet herself a little.

  When he was able to speak, Dan said "It's true. I've been working with
Jacob, teaching him a little self defence. How to handle a gun, and what to
do in case of something like this comes up. It's important to remain calm
and do whatever is needed to keep himself safe. He reacted perfectly. He
calmly figured out what was the best course of action and did it. I'm quite
proud of him. His distraction was perfect and the timing was perfect. He
got the motherfucker to look at him, giving me time to nail the bastard."

  Dan put his arms around Jacob "Well done little buddy."

  Ada hugged Jacob and said "You saved us all from the bad guy, maybe a
fuck is in order." Jacob had a look somewhere between scared and
hopeful. "Just kidding, but thanks for saving us," Ada added.

  We learned later, that the intruder was the cousin of the father of the
family that was caught on our property in Texas. My security team had
called border patrol to turn them over. Border patrol was so hell bent on
arresting Aaron for unlawfully detaining the illegal aliens, they never
told us that the family were also drug mules. The intruder wanted revenge
for losing his drugs. It wasn't difficult to find out who and where we
were.

  I decided then to spend the rest of the summer in Texas, where security
was tighter. Not that Dan or Max weren't very good at their jobs, just that
there we have more guards, and the fence is farther from our house, cameras
everywhere etc.

  Jacob had an appointment in L.A. that weekend, and was flying in on
someone's private jet. I sent Dan with him, and I took Toby with me to
Texas. Toby had been doing a lot of lyric writing for Jacob, but this
meeting was about a whole album of Jacob's music being done by an artist
who hasn't charted for a while. He wanted Jacob to put him back on the
charts. Toby would eventually write most of the lyrics, but wouldn't be
needed at this appointment.

  We landed in San Antonio, and were met by Aaron. When we arrived at the
Center, I was surprised to find several boys at our house. Well, the
biggest surprise was they were all wearing grass skirts.

  There was a boy from each of the five houses to welcome us home with a
Hawaiian style party. Vickie had cooked a large pork roast, even carving it
to look like a whole pig. There were fruity drinks with umbrellas and tiki
torches around the pool. A large banner draped on the patio read 'Welcome
Home Robert and Toby'.

  Christian was there representing his house. He took my hand and led me to
my room to change into a floral wrap around skirt. By the time we reached
my room, it was obvious that Christian had nothing on under his grass
skirt. His nice cock was parting the grass, and swaying with each step he
took.

  He undressed me and took me into his mouth. I couldn't stand by and let
him have all the fun, so I lay on the bed in a 69 position and returned the
favor.

  As I sucked his cock, I realized that I was going to have a tough
summer. With all these boys nearby, how was I going to control my impulse
to suck each and every one of their cocks?

  I soon put the notion to rest, and just enjoyed the cock in my
mouth. Christian rewarded me with a nice load of boy juice. I so love the
afterglow of a boy cock softening in my mouth, that as he receded, I
unloaded in his mouth.

  "I've been waiting for that all day," Christian informed me.

  "Aren't you and Randy getting along?"

  "Oh yeah. Randy keeps my ass very happy, but I miss you too. I like
blowing an adult once in awhile, and I haven't since you left."

  "Well, I'm glad to be of service," I laughed "Anytime you feel the need,
just give me a call." It hadn't occurred to me that a boy could like adult
dick as much as an adult could like boy dick.

  Before we went to the party I asked Christian to show me around the next
day, so I could see the progress we were making. He happily agreed with a
wink.

  The head of each house and Tom were in attendance, along with a couple of
the off duty security team. I inquired who was minding the store if most of
the staff was here. Tom explained that there was a similar party being held
in the rec hall with all the residents. For them it was an end of school
party, also Hawaiian themed. Vickie's husband Chuck, as well as the rest of
the teaching staff were chaperoning it. All attendees were wearing grass
skirts.

  At our party, just the boys were in grass skirts, everyone else was
wearing a flora wrap like mine. Vickie's went from her shoulder to her
knees, leaving one shoulder bare. Toby and Tom had turned theirs into a
sort of pants, by bringing the bottom of the back, up between their legs
and tucking it in at the waist. I preferred the skirt, and the cool breeze
that went to my crotch.

  The boys acted as waiters, making a big show of carrying large wooden
bowls of fruits and veggies on their heads and serving everyone. They
brought out the roasted 'pig' on a spit, though it was also on a tray. It
even had a small apple in it's mouth.

  While we ate, they performed the limbo dance. Christian realized on his
first go at the limbo bar, that his lack of underwear would soon present
itself. So he purposely fell on his first attempt, thereby eliminating
himself from further competition and exposure.

  The limbo was eventually won by Donny (one of the twins) who received a
pineapple as a prize. My prize was, the fake grass skirts did very little
to hide the packages beneath them. I got to glimpse each of the boys nice
tighty whitey covered crotches.

  A grand time was had by all. At the end I thanked everyone for such a
wonderful welcoming.

  I asked Tom to excuse Christian from any work detail he had for the next
day so he could show me around. Tom said he would take care of it, and see
that Christian picked me up in a golf cart early in the morning.

  Apparently Toby was just as affected by the limbo as I. He came to my
room and fucked the shit out of me. Not that I complained, mind you. I do
so love the way he does me.

  Sunday morning, Vickie woke us early with my espresso, not saying
anything about us being in bed together. We showered and dressed. Toby was
going horseback riding with Aaron, and I was touring the Center.

  Christian arrived right on time, and we headed out. He showed me around
the main part of the Center, and explained the daily ins and outs. We saw
several boys working in different areas. We went passed the lake and saw
boys boating and fishing. There were a few at the pool as well.

  I was glad to see that they all had time for recreation as well as work.

  We took a dirt road to a planting area and to where some cattle were
being grazed. We stopped at a small, tree surrounded pond, for a quick
suck. He gave me a nice dose, and I returned the favor.

  As we came over a hill, down toward the lake again, but on the opposite
side of where we were before, I noticed a group of boys sitting under a
tree. As we got closer, I saw that they were all black, and all were
smoking. I hadn't seen anyone smoke on the premises, so thought it
odd. When we were near enough for them to see that an adult was on the golf
cart, they quickly hid their cigarettes. I smiled and waved as we passed,
and they tentatively waved back.

  "What's up with them?" I asked Christian.

  "That's the gang," he answered

  "Gang? What do you mean the gang?"

  "They are the only black kids here. They hang out together, trying to act
all 'ghetto gangsta'. We just avoid and ignore them, so we don't start
anything. They're just a bunch of punks, not worth the effort."

  "Not worth the effort? Take me to administration."

  I went straight into Tom's office, "May I see the files on the black
boys?" I asked, though not really a question. "And send in Chuck and
whatever other teachers are still here," I took the files to a meeting room
and went over them while I waited for Chuck.

  Tom, Chuck, and two other teachers came in soon and waited patiently as I
continued to look at the files. I made them wait fifteen minutes before I
said anything.

  "Chuck, how are these boys doing in school?"

  He looked at the names on each of the files then said "They do alright,
but they could do better. They sort of feed off each other's laziness."

  "Laziness," I repeated. "Tom which houses are they in?"

  "They're all in H2. They have three rooms together, and each has one of
the other's as a roommate," he said sort of proudly.

  I took them all over to the window. "Look over there, and tell me what
you see," I said, pointing to the boys as they walked across toward the
dining hall. Each boy had a cap on sideways, and his jeans down around
their thighs, underwear and ass sticking out above their belts. They had to
walk funny just to keep their pants from falling off.

  Chuck was the first to venture a guess "If we were in Dallas or Houston,
I would say they were gang members."

  "Right! On your first guess, too. I'm amazed," I hate talking down to
people, but sometimes they need it.

  "Tom, why are they in the same house sharing rooms together?"

  "We try to put boys together that will have something in common and will
get along with each other."

  "So what these boys have in common is they are black?"

  "Well, mostly, yes." Tom said almost as if it were a question itself.

  "Between the six of them, they are twelve, thirteen, and fourteen. They
have just as much in common with another twelve, thirteen, or fourteen year
old, as they do with each other.

  "Perhaps you all may have heard about a man named Martin Luther King. He
spoke of all races living together in peace. But along comes assholes like
Al Sharpton, and Jesse Jackson, talking about 'The black community this,
and the Black community that'. They want to keep blacks down so they
themselves can get rich and control them. They create the chasm between the
races so they can profit from it, not to promote the race.

  "These boys are fueling each other in a negative way. They don't want to
seem weak in front of each other. They don't want to look like 'Uncle Tom'
to the others. So they try to impress each other by how tough they are and
how they are going against the grain.

  "Tom, why do we only have six black boys here?" I already knew what his
answer would be. Something my Grandfather taught me... know the answer
before you ask the question in cases like this.

  "We don't allow criminals... usually by the time these boys get to this
age, they already have criminal records. Those are the only ones that
don't."

  "Right again. It's because of just what I've been saying. They cause each
other to do the crimes. Just look at the statistics in the black
communities. Look at the ratio of blacks versus whites in prison. They
encourage each other to drop out of school and join a gang. All the welfare
and government programs are not going to help until they learn to become
productive members of society, instead of just knock up a 'ho' and get your
check. Do you understand what I'm saying."

  They all looked thoughtful for a moment, but didn't respond.

  "I built this place to make a difference, not just the status quo. The
idea behind it is not to just give them a place to sleep till they reach
eighteen, but to give them a home and prepare them for the world. To
encourage them to be useful, productive members of society, not
criminals. To do that, they have to learn to get along with all
races. That's why it's a working ranch, so they can learn a trade and work
side by side to produce something. To see what can be achieved with a
little work, and to build their self esteem. Not to give them a handout,
but a hand up.

  "All the other institutions feed and clothe them till they get to be of
age, then turn them loose to collect welfare. The system, and their own
people encourage it.

  "Tom, I want them moved. Leave the two youngest ones in H2, but in
separate rooms at opposite sides of the house. The others, move one to each
house, with white roommates. Don't have them working at the same place at
the same time.

  "Chuck, in school, don't let them huddle together. I know it won't be
easy, but keep them apart as much as possible. Spend time with each of them
building on their strong subjects and helping with the weaker ones.

  "I will be here all summer, and I want to be kept in the loop about these
boys.

  "You all have a nice lunch," I said dismissively.

  I ran into Toby outside, and we rode together back to the house. Vickie
had lunch prepared so we sat down to eat. She brought me an espresso after
lunch and said "What happened this morning? Chuck called me all excited,
saying that you should run for president or something like that."

  I chuckled and told her I couldn't because I had too many skeletons in my
closet. She glanced at Toby and nodded as she turned away.

  I pulled out my laptop and check the cams. I saw five boys changing
rooms. Four were going to different houses. None looked happy about the
change.

  Morris, the oldest one was sent to H5, to share a room with a tall lanky
red head. I had seen this kid around, and he seem to be bright. Morris's
records showed that he was above average intelligence, but did not apply
himself. I hoped the the redhead would be a good influence.

  I couldn't see who the others were placed with, they must be on some
detail or swimming. I would check back later to see how things were going.

  A few minutes later, I got a call from Elise. She, Jenny, and Cade, had
left for Europe the day after school had let out. I had planned to call her
today anyway, because it was her birthday.

  "Robert, am I disturbing you?"

  "No. Of course not. I was just going to call you. Happy birthday! How's
Europe?"

  "Thanks. It's great, actually. I called because I wanted you to be the
first to know. Tonight at my birthday celebration, David proposed to me."

  With the time difference, it was already passed dinner time there.

  "That's great! I assume you accepted?"

  "Yes. He's a great guy. I'm so happy, Robert, and I owe it all to you."

  "Hey, none of that now, hear. You're a special person, and you deserve
some happiness. I'm sure Jenny and Cade are delighted too. They will have
two parents finally."

  "Yeah, they are excited too. That brings up another matter. David has
accepted a cabinet post in Washington. As you can guess, he wants us there
with him. At the end of summer, we will be moving to Washington, and
selling the house. I hate the thought of not being near you and the boys."

  "We'll miss you all too, but I know it's for the best. Besides, you know
you are always welcome to visit us," I truthfully told her.

  "Actually, we thought it might be nice if the boys could come visit us
here, before we leave Europe. We can take them to Paris and London. I
haven't been there yet, and we could all see it together. David will take
time off and show us around."

  "That sounds like a marvelous opportunity. I'll tell them, I'm sure
they'll be thrilled. Toby's birthday is the first week of July, so anytime
after that would be fine."

  "Great, we will plan on the second week then. Just let us know when to
pick them up at the airport. Also, I expect you to give me away at the
wedding, since this is all your fault. "

  "But didn't I already give you to him once? Just kidding. I would
consider it an honor. Oh and congratulations and happy birthday again."

  This whole conversation with Elise reminded me that Jacob's birthday was
also just around the corner. What the hell do you buy a kid who has more
money than God. Well not quite, but he was sure getting there. Toby also
had a very nice nest egg built in just under a year. They may have started
out poor, but at a very young age, they remedied that.

  The sales on Jacob's music were astronomical. This made him in great
demand, and so he could pick and choose which projects he wanted to work
on. His music, and Toby's lyrics, were making the boys quite wealthy.

  As these thoughts went through my mind, I received another call. I guess
great minds do think alike, because it was the superstar.

  "Robert, I have an idea for Jacob's birthday" she said. I had no idea she
even knew when his birthday was.

  "Oh? How did you know he had a birthday coming up?"

  "We talk on the phone almost daily. He's a great kid. I wish he were my
own."

  "That probably would have saved you 150 grand," I joked

  "Now, don't be a prick, Robert. I probably would have paid him even if he
was my son.... No you're right. I'm way too tight for that," she joked
back.

  "So what is your idea?"

  "Well I have something to give Jacob. I was hoping the boys could come
visit me so I could give him the gift, and I wanted to clear it with you
first."

  "They are going to Europe the second week of July, so it would have to be
the last week of June, or first of August."

  "End of June is fine with me. The week between their birthdays would be
great."

  Shit, she even knew when Toby's birthday was. I guess they do talk every
day.

  "Okay, we'll plan on it then. By the way, what is the gift? I have no
idea what to give him for his birthday."

  "That's a secret, and I don't want you to spoil it. It's something only I
can give him. You can't buy it in a store."

  "I hate to disappoint you, but he's already lost his virginity," I said
jokingly again.

  "Damn! Just my luck. All the good ones are already taken. Wait. He's not
a virgin at fourteen?"

  "Nope. Long story. Maybe you can get him to tell you."

  "Well, things are sure different from when I was fourteen,"

  "You and me both sister."

  "Nice chatting with you Robert. I look forward to seeing the boys."

  "Always a pleasure to speak with you as well. Bye."

  As I hung up, I reflected on the past year. My boys have gone from being
poor as church mice, to being rich and and famous. From wondering where the
next meal is coming from, to rubbing elbows with superstars, and
globetrotting with Ambassadors.

  I only hope fate is as kind to the boys here at the Center. I will be
interested in our success rate long term. To see if our boys find peace and
happiness in their lives. I find myself gauging my personal success with
helping these boys. I know my grandfather would be pleased to see what has
transpired on his property. If we are successful with these boys, then he
was right about how valuable this land is. You can't put a dollar amount on
children's lives, but it would be high if you could.

  Toby had overheard parts of both telephone conversations, and had a
questioning look on his face.

  "You and your brother have been invited to visit the superstar in
L.A. and then you and your brother are invited to Europe to visit Elise and
David. I was invited to stay home."

  I phoned Jim to check scheduling conflicts. The band was supposed to do
two television shows, but they could be postponed until August, because it
was for shows in the new fall lineup. He would co-ordinate with the band's
parents.

  A couple of hours later, Jacob called to tell me he was invited to visit
the superstar.

  "We had lunch together, and she wants Toby and I to come the day after my
birthday. I told her that Dan would be coming as well, and she said she
expected as much. Isn't she great Dad?"

  "Yes son she is definitely a special kind of person."

  Later I checked the cams on my laptop again. One of the thirteen year old
black boys was placed in the room with a kid I had met. Drew was the cutest
kid you ever saw. Freckles, dark hair, dimples, blue eyes. When I met him I
thought he was too young to be at the Center. He only looked about nine or
ten. I found out he was almost thirteen.

  Drew was sitting on his bed as the new roommate, Efram, was putting his
stuff away. I put in my ear bud and turned up the volume.

  Drew: "I always wanted to talk to you, but your friends scare me."

  Efram: "Yeah, they kinda scare me too," he laughed,

  Drew: "Why do they act like that?"

  Efram: "I don't know, their just punks, I guess."

  Drew: "Then why did you hang out with them?"

  Efram: "I've been in a lot of foster homes and lots of different
schools. You gotta have friends, or get your ass kicked. It's just the way
it is."

  Drew: "Yeah I know what you mean. But it is different here. I like it
here a lot. Everybody treats everybody else nice. Your friends were the
only ones I was afraid of."

  Efram finished organising his belongings, and sat at his desk. They were
quiet for a minute, just staring at each other.

  Drew: "So, is it true what they say about black guys?"

  Efram just looked vacant for a minute.

  Drew: "You know..." he said nodding toward Efram's crotch. A light
finally went off in Efram's head.

  Efram: "I... I guess so. Wanna see?"

  Drew: "Sure!" Grinning from ear to ear.

  Efram: "You gonna show too?"

  Drew jumped up and dropped his shorts and underwear. He had a full bush
at such an early age. His cock was so small though, it could barely be seen
in his bush.

  Efram stood and proudly exposed himself. He definitely fit the
stereotype. It would easily reach seven inches, but rather thin for such a
large piece, and not much of a fur patch. He was also uncut, not many of
those at the Center.

  Drew sat and stared for a moment.

  Drew: "Can I touch it?"

  Efram: "Yeah."

  Drew reached out and Efram stepped closer. As Drew stroked, it rose to
its full length quickly. He seemed hypnotised by it. Efram placed his hand
on Drew's head. This must be some sort of universal sign. Even without
being pulled, Drew's head moved toward the cock. Efram stepped closer
still, so Drew didn't have to stretch to reach him with his mouth.

  As the cock disappeared into Drew's mouth, Efram let out a moan.

  Efram: "Damn, you're good at that. I haven't had a blow job since I got
here. MMM... We're gonna get along just fine."

  Drew: "Mmhm."

  It wasn't long before Efram started trembling. He pumped his hips a few
times and then held still. I could see Drew swallowing the load. He
swallowed twice, then withdrew from the boy. He licked his lips and stroked
the last drop from it, leaned in and licked the head again.

  Efram: "Did you like sucking a black one?"

  Drew: "Yeah I guess. I never suck any before. That was my first time. I
didn't even know I wanted to, til I did."

  Efram: "Could have fooled me. It felt like you been sucking cock for
years. I don't usually do it, but, you want me to do your's?"

  Drew lay back on the bed and Efram sat beside him.

  Efram: "Damn... I can't hardly see it in all that hair." Drew's cock,
though hard, only stood up a couple of inches out of his fur. "I know all
white boys ain't that small."

  Drew: "No, I got a little one. I take after my dad that way. He had a
little dick too. Caught my mom with a bigger guy and shot them both. That's
how I got taken by CPS."

  Efram: "Da um. That's harsh. Sorry bro. Let's see if I can suck this
little thing. But I want you to cut these pubes later."

  He leaned down and sucked on the tiny dick. Drew didn't last a minute
before he stiffened and unloaded.

  After hearing about Drew's situation, I wasn't in the mood to look at the
other cams.

  It was a nice afternoon, and too early for dinner, so I took a golf cart
down to the lake. There were quite a few boys at the pool, and I could see
some returning from the fields, to get ready for dinner. There was a lone
boy on the pier.

  As I drew closer, I could see he was around fourteen, wearing basketball
shorts and a t-shirt. He sat facing the side of the pier, knees drawn up to
his chest. He had his left arm on top of his knees, and his forehead rested
on his arm. He obviously didn't hear me approach, he was lost in his own
thoughts.

  I sat down on the end of the pier with my legs dangling off.

  "Hi," I said startling him. His head jerked up with a shocked expression
on his face. I happened a glance down, and saw that he wasn't wearing
underwear, and I had a perfect view of his boy jewels.

  "H... Hi."

  "What's your name?" I asked while trying to look at his face, and not
where my eyes wanted to look.

  "Sh... Sh... Shawn," I knew then he had a problem. A major stutter.

  "Why are you alone?"

  "N... n... no friends," he sat twirling a stick between his fingers like
a baton.

  "How long have you been at the Center?"

  "Fo... four d... dd... days," I didn't know we had any new boys. Someone
must have left because we were filled up.

  "Yeah, being the new kid is hard, but there are a lot of nice boys
here. I'm sure you'll make friends soon."

  He shook his head "Pe... people dd... dd... don't
like... st... st... stutter."

  I watched him look out over the lake, trying to fight back the tears. I
had never seen a sadder looking boy in my life. I wanted to hug him, and
protect him from the world.

  I also wanted to suck that cock that was staring at me. It reminded me of
Jacob's. Maybe not quite as long, but thick and nice looking.

  "Come with me," I said as I got up. I extended my hand to help him up. He
regarded me hesitantly before grasping my proffered hand.

  We rode to the admin building, the wind billowing out the shorts enough
for me to catch glimpses of his beautiful appendage.

  "Sit here a moment," I instructed him, outside Tom's office. Tom was on
the phone when I entered without knocking. On the bulletin board there is a
list of all residents and their house and and room number. I didn't know
his last name, fortunately, there was only one Shawn. I went to the file
cabinet and pulled his file.

  When Tom finished his phone call, I asked "Who is the kindest, most
patient, easy going, boy here?"

  "Humm... Probably Glenn Harding. Why? What's up?"

  "Did we recently lose a boy?" I ask out of curiosity.

  "Yes. The Williams boy. His father was out of the country and had no idea
the boy's mother abandoned him. He came back and started searching for
them. When he found out what happened, he petitioned to get the boy
back. The court ruled in his favor, and the boy was excited to go home to
his dad."

  "That explains that. Shawn is having dinner with me," I said as I left
his office.

  We went to the house, where Toby was swimming, nude of course. "Vickie,
this is Shawn. Would you bring a Scotch for me, and a Coke for Shawn to the
pool."

  When Shawn saw Toby, he asked "Wh... who's that?"

  "Toby, come here for a second," he exited the pool and sauntered over,
cock swaying in the breeze. "This is my son Toby. Toby, Shawn."

  At first, Shawn didn't notice the outstretched hand, he was staring at
the cock instead. He eventually snapped to, and shook hands with
Toby. "Hel... hel... hello."

  Toby glanced at me, I winked and gave a slight nod. "Nice to meet you
Shawn." Then he returned to the pool.

  "He's na... na... naked."

  "Yes, he is," I answered while looking at the two files in front of me.

  Vickie came out with our drinks, "Should I set an extra place at dinner?"

  "Yes, Shawn will be joining us."

  "Sh... sh... she c... c... c... could see him."

  "She's seen him lots of times."

  "He's n... n... naked... a lot?"

  "Only in the pool. Would you like to join him."

  "N... N... Naked?" He almost screamed in shock.

  "Shawn, I have been looking at your cock since back at the pier. Those
are very loose shorts, and you're not wearing anything under them. Very
nice cock, by the way."

  He turned bright red from
embarrassment. "S... s... sorry. I... I... I... I don't ha... have
un... un..."

  "You don't have any underwear? Why didn't you say so. Oh... nevermind."

  "You... You... think... I... ha... ha... have a n.n.n... nice cock?"

  "I said it is a Very nice cock, and it is. You should be proud," he sat
up a little straighter, and smiled. Then he looked over at Toby in the
pool, then back at me. "Go ahead. Have fun," I told him.

  Shawn jumped up and tore off his shirt then, dropped his shorts. He stood
in front of me for a few seconds so I could admire his cock. I looked at
it, then back at his face, and wiggled my eyebrows at him. He gave me a big
smile and ran for the pool.

  I watched them in the pool, and called Tom. "Put Shawn in with Glenn."

  "May I ask why?" I guess Tom was starting to feel a little strain from my
interference.

  "Glenn has a brother with Down Syndrome. They were separated so that the
brother could be institutionalized with other handicapped kids. Glenn is
patient and understanding because of it."

  "Shit... I missed that. You're right as always, Robert. I feel like I'm
not doing a very good job sometimes," he worried.

  "You've got a lot on your plate. I just happen to see things
differently. I earn a living spotting small differences and capitalizing on
them."

  Dinner was rather quiet. Toby spoke to Shawn and was patient with
him. Shawn seemed to brighten up a bit, having someone be friendly with
him. I told him that after dinner he was changing rooms. He was going to be
in H3b.

  "Isn't... tha... that Glenn's... r... r... room?"

  "Yes, do you know him?"

  "Yeah... H... he... talks t... t... to... me... s... sometimes."

  "Do you like him?"

  Shawn nodded.

  "Are you friends?"

  "I... I d... don't... want... t.t... to... embarrass... h... him."

  "Well, now you don't have to worry about embarrassing him. He'll be your
roommate so you'll have reason to talk to him."

  Shawn gave us a big smile then.

  "You know Shawn, lots of people have the same problem as you. You just
have to work hard to overcome it. I assume you know who Darth Vader is?"

  Shawn nodded watching me intently.

  "The actor James Earl Jones, who was the voice of Darth Vader, had a
stutter. He is world famous for his voice and speech. He hardly spoke in
his youth because of the stutter."

  I suddenly flashed on an idea. "Come for dinner again tomorrow. Bring
Glenn too. I'll clear it with Tom," I was going to need Jacob's help with
this one.

***

  Jacob arrived early in the afternoon. I sent for Shawn and Glenn, and by
the time they arrived, Jacob was already in the pool.

  "Hi, boys. Come on in. Did you get settled in your new room Shawn?"

  Shawn nodded.

  Vickie was busy, so I retrieved soft drinks for us, and headed for the
patio.

  "Is that Jacob Campbell?" Glenn asked.

  "You know, I think it is," I said in mock shock.

  "Is... h... he... n... n.n.naked?" Shawn asked knowingly.

  "You know, I think he is," I mocked again "Speaking of which, I found a
package of underwear that should fit you." Then whispering as if it was
some conspiracy "I stole them from Jacob Campbell."

  The two boys sat watching Jacob for a few minutes. "Would y'all like a
swim before dinner?" I asked.

  Shawn didn't need convincing. He stripped and jumped in before Glenn even
had a chance to consider the invitation. Seeing his roommate's nude body
disappear under the water was enough convincing for him.

  I watched him remove his clothes to reveal a very impressive set of
jewels. A light brown fur patch adorned a cock that hung six inches [15 cm]
completely soft. It contrasted beautifully against his blemish free,
alabaster skin. I almost dropped my teeth at the sight. With his brown hair
and green eyes, this kid could be a model. I was hard instantly. God is
certainly kind to underprivileged kids in other ways. I grew up with every
economical advantage, but I got a little dick. This kid had nothing, but a
body and a cock that could stop time.

  I let the kids swim for a while, then asked them to get out. "Jacob, will
you get your guitar please?" I asked as I watch them all dress. When he
returned, I asked Shawn what his favorite song was.

  "D... d... don't h... have one," he managed.

  "Well you must know a song, right?" I pushed.

  "My... m,m,mom... liked... Hu.Hu... "

  Jacob figured it out "Hummingbird... by Seals and Crofts?"

  Shawn nodded.

  "Do you know the lyrics?" I asked as Jacob strapped on his guitar and
plugged into the amp.

  Shawn nodded again.

  "Jacob will play it for you. Will you sing for us?"

  I thought Shawn was going to hyperventilate. He looked so
scared. "Please, Shawn? No one here will make fun of you, I promise."

  He still hesitated, so I hugged him to me and whispered in his ear. "For
me, and Darth Vader," he chuckled then nodded again.

  After a few false starts, and Jacob being so un-Jacob-ly patient, Shawn
finally opened his mouth and sang. What came out was nothing less than
miraculous. The kid had the voice of an angel. No joke, he should be in the
Vienna Boys Choir.

  Jacob openly stared at Shawn, but continued to play. Shawn made it
through the entire song with no stutter.

  When he finished, he said "H... h... how..."

  Toby jumped in for him "Yeah Dad, how did you know he wouldn't stutter?"

  Jacob answered for me "Mel Tillis?"

  "Yep. There are a lot of famous people who overcome stutters. Mel Tillis
is a famous singer. He still stutters when he talks, but not when he
sings. I don't know why, but somehow it works for him."

  "You couldn't have known he would sound like that though," Jacob accused.

  "No. That was a surprise. I admit."

  "Li... like w... what?"

  "Like perfect. I am an expert on musical perfection. I have fired more
than a few musicians because of it. You were perfect. Perfect pitch, tone,
every note, sustained perfectly. I'm truly impressed."

  At first I thought that Jacob was just trying to make Shawn feel good,
but as he continued, I realised he was quite serious.

  "If you could sing all the time, you would have a lot of friends around
here," I noted out loud.

  "Dad, I got a great idea," Jacob said.

Chapter 12

  Jacob's birthday celebration was held in the Center's rec hall. The hall
is roughly the size and design of a high school gym, complete with a full
basketball court and movable bleachers.

  I planned the menu. It cost me a fortune to get a caterer from San
Antonio. They finally agreed when they found it was for a hundred people
including a celebrity. Tables were set up in the hall, balloons, streamers,
etc. It looked like a regular kid's birthday party.

  What I didn't know is that Jacob has a lot of pull already in the
industry. The first I knew of what he planned, was when Jim had called to
confirm the time, I wasn't even aware he was coming. I had arranged for
Jacob's band and friends from home. Jacob also called the caterer and
changed it to a hundred and fifty people.

  Jacob's agent showed up and said "Jacob told me he had a special
announcement to make, and for me to arrange a press conference." Then the
reporters showed up. It was turning into a real zoo. Aaron was at the gate
checking the guest list as people arrived, some were turned away,
thankfully.

  All of the residents were seated at tables closest to the makeshift
stage. I noticed Shawn was at the very front table, as was Jacob. Staff and
other invitees were on the outer perimeter. Reporters and camera crews were
in the very back.

  By now I knew that something was definitely up. Knowing Jacob as I do,
anything was possible. I was standing by the door, too nervous to eat, when
the door suddenly jerked open. The superstar struggled with a box, trying
to get in the door. I jumped in and grabbed the box, and she came in, the
heavy door slamming behind her. The room went silent and everyone turned to
see her.

  "You certainly know how to make an entrance."

  "Nice to see you too Robert. Give me back my box. On second thought, you
hold it, till I'm ready for it."

  There was a buzz going around the room. People were pointing and
whispering. Then cameras were flashing.

  "This place is a bitch to find," she said through her teeth, while
smiling and waving

  "What the hell are you doing here, they're coming to see you tomorrow."

  "You didn't think I would miss this did you?"

  "I don't even know what THIS is. I planned a birthday party. Jacob
planned whatever this is."

  "Oh, well sit back. It's gonna be a long night," she said as stepped over
to Jacob's table. There was a vacant place waiting for her I noticed.

  After everyone had finished a fine dinner, Jacob took the stage.

  "Before I begin, someone would like to say a few words," he indicated to
the superstar with an outstretched hand. He helped her up on the stage and
started to leave.

  "Don't you go any where young man!" Jacob returned to the stage.

  "I was trying to decide what to give you for your birthday. You know how
cheap I am, so I thought, why spend perfectly good money on a cheesy
card. When I can give you something I got, free," she looked over at me, so
I headed to the stage.

  "I know I can't be the first to give you some things, but I will be the
first to give you this," she gave me a sly smile and a wink, the audience
chuckled. She passed the box to Jacob. "Happy birthday Jacob," she said

  Jacob opened the box and gasped. He pulled out a record in a frame.

  "This is the platinum album for our song 'This Is Our Fair Thee
Well'. I'm sure it is only the first of many you will receive in your
career." They held the frame between them for the cameras. Then she leaned
in and gave him a kiss. More flashes. She left a stunned Jacob onstage, and
returned to her seat. Applause rose from the audience

  "I don't know what to say," Jacob said staring at the gift, obviously
choked up. "Thank you my dear friend. I love it and you," he blew her
another kiss.

  I took Jacob's vacated seat next to the superstar. I gave her a kiss
too. "That was wonderful. How am I supposed to top that?"

  "Asshole," she said slapping my knee.

  "Cheap bitch," I said and kissed her again.

  "I guess you all are wondering why I brought you here tonight. First I
wanted to draw attention to the wonderful work my father and his staff are
doing here at The Campbell Boys Center. Yes, it is named for my brother
Toby and myself. If you will look for our logo on goods and produce in your
grocery stores, you will help these boys and others like them to achieve
their dreams, as I have." There was more applause from the audience.

  "Second, I wanted to announce I am working on my first album. I don't
have a release date yet, but it will be soon." More applause.

  "Third, a good friend of mine has kindly agreed to sing on my first
album." All eyes turned to the superstar, who looked shocked. I knew then
what was going to happen.

  "No, not her, though it would be an honor. You will want to remember this
name. My friend Shawn Graham."

  There was a light smattering of applause, but most of the boys just
looked confused.

  Shawn stepped onstage, and even from where I was sitting, I could see he
was trembling. Jacob strapped on his guitar, and looked at Shawn. He put
his hand over the microphone and whispered in his ear. Shawn nodded a
couple of times, but the mic in his hand was shaking dreadfully.

  "Shawn's mother was a big fan of Seals and Crofts, so he wants to sing
this in her memory," Jacob explained.

  Jacob started a beautiful tune by Seals and Crofts called Ruby Jean and
Billy Lee. It has a sort of haunting melody, and inspirational lyrics. Part
way through the band came in also. When the song ended, they went right
into Hummingbird without giving the audience time to respond.

  Once he got started, Shawn was the consummate performer. Never missed a
note, never stuttered. At the end of Hummingbird, the audience exploded. I
looked at the superstar. Tears were literally streaming down her
face. Thunderous applause, and whistles. It was bedlam.

  Jacob took the mic again, "My friend Shawn is a big fan of another friend
of mine. This is for her."

 Shawn sang what was her 'signature' song for most of her career. Then a
song that, I read, she claimed as 'The most grueling song I ever sang'. It
has a huge range that most singers can't handle, and starts out as a light
ballad, but ends in a very heavy orchestration. I've never heard anyone
else tackle it. Shawn seemed to breeze through it.

  The applause was deafening. The superstar was a wreck. I had watched her
as she lip synced the last song with him. She took great interest in how he
handled certain parts. I don't know shit about music, but I know when
people are impressed, and she was impressed.

  "Oh my god. Did you hear that? Oh my god," she just kept repeating 'Oh my
god'.

  Shawn never spoke a word, but sang like an angel. He and Jacob came over
to us with smiles as big as the ranch we were standing on. "Oh my god, do
you know what he just did?" Superstar asked Jacob. "Never mind, of course
YOU know."

  "A2 to C6 baby and not a blemish. Fucking A2 to C6 and I haven't even had
a chance to check his entire range. He probably can do a whistle I just
don't know. And I really don't want him to get in that habit anyway."

  I had to ask superstar "What the hell are you talking about."

  "I'm known to have a 3½ octave range, though I can do 5, well... I
used to. A certain large breasted broad, is said to have 5½, but that
includes a whistle registry that really isn't good for enunciation, or for
your pipes, and mostly used for effect and showing off," she put her arm
around Shawn and continued. "Your little friend here just did 4½ without
breaking a sweat," she was breathless with excitement.

  "So... that's a good thing, right?"

  She looked at Jacob, shook her head, then back to me "Uh. Yeah."

  She hugged Shawn again and then asked him "Tell me kid, how long have you
been practicing that last song?"

  Shawn looked frightened, jerked his head over to Jacob, who nodded at
him. "S... s... since... ye... ye... since ye... yesterday."

  "Only yesterday? And Mel Tillis syndrome too. Remarkable. You know a lot
of prepubescent kids have falsetto going for them. How old are you Shawn?"

  "F... fourteen."

  She looked at Jacob, shook her head, then looked at me questioningly.

  "I believe he's passed pre pubescence," I informed her.

  She leaned in and whispered in my ear "You think he can shoot a load?"

  "From what I have seen, I would say so."

  We were then interrupted by reporters and cameramen. I led the superstar
out of the rec hall and to my house, leaving Jacob to deal with what he
started.

  We were sitting on the patio, enjoying a glass of wine. "You have a
wonderful place here Robert. I'm sure you will help a lot of kids, in fact,
I would love to do some public service announcements for you. That is if
you think my endorsement would help you out."

  "On don't be silly, no one wants your endorsement," I laughed, and got a
good smack on the arm. "Really, that is very kind of you. Whenever you have
time, that would be great."

  Then she added, "But let's do it in L.A. This place is a bitch to get
to. I flew to San Antonio in less time than it took to drive the rest of
the way."

  "You should have called me. I would have sent a driver for you," I told
her as I refilled her glass.

  "No worries, the boys are flying back with me tomorrow, and I'll have Dan
drive."

  "Are you on the same flight with them?"

  "Does Jacob ever tell you anything? I never fly commercial. I chartered a
jet, Jacob's picking up half the tab, by the way. He does know how to write
a check, doesn't he?" I love her sense of humor.

  "I doubt it, I pay all his bills. You may want to ask for cash up front."

  "Tell me more about Shawn," she seemed very interested in him.

  "Not much to tell that I know of. I've read his file, mother died, no
father in the picture. The usual stuff. Why?"

  "So you are his guardian?"

  "I'm not sure how it works. Me, or the Center, or maybe just the State of
Texas. All that stuff is handled by Jim and Tom."

  "Do you think Shawn would like to come with us tomorrow?"

  "I'm sure he would be delighted. I'll arrange it with Tom."

  When Jacob and Toby returned, they had Shawn in tow. They were all
excited about the success of the party and press conference. He graciously
thanked the superstar for coming and helping make it a success.

  I gave him his birthday gift. He unwrapped it to find a wooden box. There
was a gold plaque inside the lid of the velvet lined box that read "To
Jacob Campbell from Dad. To be used when you conduct the New York
Philharmonic Orchestra in the playing of your symphony." The velvet
enclosed a conductor's baton.

  "I love it Dad, but how did you know I was working on a symphony?"

  "I didn't, I just assumed you would at some point. I have no doubt that
this will be put to use fairly soon."

  Jacob gave me a big hug and kiss.

  "Will you show our guest to her room? Oh, and she has invited Shawn to
accompany you on your trip tomorrow. That is if he would like to go."

  Shawn's eyes got as big as saucers. Then his head darted up and down like
a five year old accepting ice cream.

  "Well, then can he spend the night here, so we can get an early start,"
Jacob asked, although I didn't believe he was concerned about their
schedule.

  "Sure. Grab a suitcase for him and run to his room and pack, I shall
entertain our lovely guest with another glass of wine."

  "Jacob told me about the home invasion, weren't you terrified?" she asked
grasping my arm.

  "Scared shitless is more precise. Thank God for Dan. He earned every
penny I will ever pay him. You should have seen Jacob waving his big cock
at the guy. 'Fuck her... Can I fuck her too... ' It was hysterical looking
back on it."

  "What?... Big cock... fuck who... What?" She was totally confused.

  "Oh, I guess he didn't tell you the whole story," I proceeded to tell it.

  When I had finished she was holding her sides laughing, then she said
"You're telling me that besides being brilliant, handsome, and rich, he is
also brave and well hung. Damn kid has everything going for him."

  "Yeah, he and Toby had shit lives early on. I promised them it would be
better from now on. I just didn't know how good it was going to get for
them. It's only been a year, actually not quite a year yet."

  "So, a year ago, you were a rich bachelor, bumping along without a care
in the world. Now you have two sons, who are self made millionaires, a new
company that is on the rise, and started this wonderful Center. You're a
remarkable man, Robert."

  "Hey. I've read about your own meteoric rise to stardom. You are quite
familiar with rapid changes in your life as well," I said defensively.

  "Touché. I guess we have both done alright," she smiled.

  "Alright, indeed."

  The boys returned lugging Shawn's suitcase. "Did you pack underwear?" I
jabbed at Shawn.

  He turned bright red, but nodded. They went to Jacob's room leaving us to
ourselves. I led her to the guest room telling her "The first time I saw
Shawn, he wasn't wearing any underwear. I have to give him a hard time. By
the way, he is almost as big as Jacob."

  "Damn, they sure build boys differently these days," she bemoaned.

  "Don't give me that shit. I know who you were married to. They look like
they would be packing big guns," she gave me a sly grin, then leaned in and
kissed me good night.

  Toby was waiting in my room, naked, in bed, lubed, ready. "I won't see
you for a week. I'm gonna wear you out tonight."

  "I can't think of anything I would like more." And he did. Four times
throughout the night. He is going to have to sleep on the plane, we sure
didn't get any that night.

  The next day Vickie made us all a wonderful breakfast. She was beside
herself, cooking for a superstar she had loved all her life. I calmed her
down telling her she is just as down to earth as the rest of us. I think
Vickie believed me when she heard the superstar say "Shit" during
breakfast.

  Dan carried everyone's luggage out, while I hugged and kissed them all
good bye. Then they were gone. Suddenly the house felt like a tomb, it was
so quiet.

  I caught up on some work on my laptop, but by lunchtime, I was going stir
crazy. A year ago, this would not be a problem for me. I worked in my
office alone all day. Now, I have gotten used to having the boys
around. Now I felt lonely. Empty even. And I don't mean just my ass. I felt
empty deep in my soul.

  Well, I knew where there were a lot of people. Just a couple hundred feet
away. I got on a golf cart and went down to the center. Tom wasn't in his
office, so I walked over to the pool.

  There were a dozen boys swimming, so I sat and watched. They splashed and
played, and seeing all that flesh, made me horny. I had to leave.

  Back on the cart I swung around the lake. I found a boy sitting by
himself under a tree. I strolled down the slope to the tree. "Hi," I said
as if just in passing.

  "Hi," he said without looking my way.

  "What's your name?"

  "Alex." Then the boy looked up at me and his face lit up in
recognition. "Aren't you Robert Campbell?"

  "Well I'm Robert, but I named the place after my sons not me."

  "Yeah I saw you at the party last night. That was a blast. It's all over
the news this morning."

  I appraised him for a moment. He seemed older than most of the other
boys. "If you had such a good time, then why do you look so down?" I asked
out of curiosity.

  "I've been in the foster system since I was five. I finally get to a
place that I like, and I have to leave. I'm eighteen, and starting college
in August."

  "But you're just starting the best part of your life. Where are you going
to school?"

  " I got a full academic scholarship to Princeton."

  "That's wonderful! You should be proud."

  "Oh, I am. I just... well..."

  He had tears in his eyes. He turned away from me embarrassed. I sat down
and put my arm around him. "It's okay son, tell me what's bothering you."

  "It's like I said. I finally found a place I could call 'Home', and I
have to leave. I've never had a home. I guess most kids feel a little
afraid to go away to school,... get a little homesick. Before I came here,
I was looking forward to being on my own. Being here has been the best part
of my life, and I don't want to leave," he was really distraught.

  "You know, most kids who go away to college, go home for holidays and
summer break. Some even go home on weekends if they are close enough."

  "Yeah... so?"

  "Look, son, I built this place to be different. It is suppose to be a
home, not just another institution. I want you boys to feel at home here. I
am so proud of you for achieving what you have so far, It's like my own kid
did it.

  "Before you leave for school, I will give you my cell number. If you want
to come home for the holidays, call me. I'll make it happen. And next
summer, if you want, we will have a place for you."

  "Really? Can you do that?"

  "Yeah I can." Then in a whisper I said "I know the guy in charge."

  He laughed at my little joke, and brightened up.

  "What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked off handedly

  "I have cattle detail in the afternoon, but nothing else. Why?"

  "I need to go to San Antonio to buy a birthday gift for my son,
Toby. Would you like to help me pick it out?"

  "Let me think, hum... a trip to the city, or smelly cows... tough
decision."

  "Very funny. I'll be leaving at eight. Don't be late."

***

  As expected, he was right on time. "Do you have a driver's license?"

  "Yes sir."

  "Good. You can drive us then."

  The drive to S.A. was pretty informative. I found out he was taken from
his druggy parents at an early age. Had no friends because of moving around
in the system. Decided he wanted to make something of himself, so he
studied hard. Spent his life with one goal in mind. Do better for his kids
than his parents did for him.

  We arrived at the dealership where I had purchased my security teams
vehicles. "Is Mark Baker in?" I asked the same bored looking receptionist.

  "It's his day off. He'll be back tomorrow," she said, not bothering to
look at us.

  "Tell him Robert will be here at noon tomorrow. Try not to drop your
chewing gum when you tell him," she was about to give me a dirty look, when
she recognised me from my last visit.

  "Yes, sir. I will."

  Back in the car, "Damn I should have called. Well, do you want to drive
three hours back home, then drive three hours back here tomorrow, or spend
the night?" I asked expectantly.

  "I'm just along for the ride, and not in any hurry to get back to those
cows, so whatever you want to do is fine."

  "There's a decent motel over by the airport. We'll get a room then some
lunch."

  We got a room, yes just one, I'm not stupid. Then went to Pappadeaux's
for lunch. I found Alex to be a funny and intelligent boy. Nice manners,
easy to talk to, and rather entertaining when wound up. I was glad to have
him along, he was good company.

  We went to North Star Mall and did some shopping. I insisted on buying
him some clothes for when he went away to school. He was very
appreciative. I bought myself a change of clothes, since I hadn't planned
on being here overnight. Then we went to a movie. We filled up on popcorn
and hotdogs at the theater, so neither of us wanted dinner. We headed back
to the motel.

  The room was nice and clean. It had two queen size beds, and a larger
than expected bathroom. "Do you want to shower first?" I asked.

  "No, you go ahead, I'll go after you."

  I showered and wrapped a towel around my waist. Alex went in after me, so
I pulled out my laptop and did a few things. I was sitting on one bed,
facing the other, lost in thought. Next thing I know Alex exits the shower
and sits across from me on the other bed. I glance up and notice he has a
towel around him also. I have nothing under mine, and I wonder if the same
was true for Alex.

  "If I turn on the tv, would it bother you?" he asked. He's a considerate
kid.

  "Not at all, go right ahead," I answered.

  I went back to my work, and he turned on the tv, and tossed the remote on
the bed. It took a moment for the tv to come on, and Alex started to turn
his covers down.

  The tv came on about then, with the usual, skin smacking skin, noises of
a porno. Why do people always watch porn in motels. I will have to thank
them one day. Heavy breathing and moaning insued.

  Alex was just sitting back down on the bed when he realized what was
onscreen. "Shit," he said, as he scrambled for the remote, which he had
buried under the covers when he turned down his bed. By now I'm watching a
girl get her pussy pounded by a big cock, and my dick is on the rise.

  "Shit! Sorry. I can't find the remote. Shit." Being a young guy, who
probably had seen very little porn in his life, Alex was feeling around for
the remote and stealing glances at the screen too. He spots the remote on
the other side of the bed, and launched himself across the bed to grab
it. Standing up, his towel is loosened, and drops to the floor as he is
struggling to find the right button.

  Right in front of me, maybe two feet from my face, is a beautiful, very
thick, seven inch [18 cm] teen cock. Sticking up close to his lean
body. Hard as only a teen cock can be.

  "Need help with that?" I asked

  "I can't find the right button," he answered, thinking I meant the
remote.

  "I was talking about this," I said taking his cock into my hand.

  "I... uh... I..." he sputtered, but didn't retreat from me.

  "Ever had a blow job?" I asked as I admired his beautiful cock.

  "No sir."

  "Ever been laid?"

  "No sir. Never had an opportunity."

  "I can't let you go off to college a virgin, now can I?"

  "I was hoping I wouldn't be one when I got there," he said with a smile.

  "Great, I'm gonna fix that for you."

  His cock was shorter, but just as thick as Dan's. He had a nice medium
brown bush, and heavy balls. As I admired it, I said "You will make someone
very happy with this. It's beautiful."

  "Do you really think so?"

  "I wouldn't lie to you Alex. It's big and beautiful," I complimented as I
took the fat knob into my mouth.

  "Oh, fuck... Oh god that feels good... Oh... Oh yeah that's nice."

  I sucked him for a minute, then withdrew to make it last. Then I
swallowed him to the root.

  "OH FUCK !"

  I drew back and concentrated on the head, and then back down til my nose
was in his bush.

  "I'm gonna cum... You'd better stop, I'm gonna shoot."

  Of course I didn't stop, or even slow down. I wanted his cream. I
increased my efforts instead.

  "AAHH..." I could feel his thick urethra pulse as he sent his delightful
essence into my needy mouth. He had grasped my head and was standing on his
toes as he exploded.

  "Oh god... that was even better than I had hoped," he told me as I nursed
on him. "Do you want me to do it to you?"

  "No, I'm happy just making you feel good," he seemed relieved, so I said
"Enjoying the pleasure another guy can give you, does not make you
gay. Especially at your age, you need to explore and see what you like or
don't like."

  He nodded in understanding. "Does that mean we can do this again?" He
asked with a shit eating grin.

  "As soon as you are able, I was planning on just that." This time I had
him lay down, and I really gave him the treatment. Ball sucking, cock
licking, even a bit of rimming though it's not really my cup of tea. I took
him to the edge and back numerous times before finally letting him finish
in my throat. He was about to come apart, so I finally let him get off. He
was gasping for air and clawing at my head. I love it when they beg me to
finish them, then grunt with every spasm of orgasm.

  Afterward, we were both thirsty. I gave him some money and sent him to
the vending machines. While he was gone I contemplated a few things then
went to the bathroom and returned with the complementary conditioner. It's
not ideal, but it would do.

  He returned with soft drinks for us, that we sipped slowly and
chatted. He had put on his pants to go to the machines, so, as he was
telling me about some of the places he had lived, I stopped him and reached
for his zipper. He took the hint and dropped his pants. He still walked
around and chatted. It was wonderful to watch him pace, big cock flopping
about. I was in heaven.

  I had trouble keeping my mind on his monologue, and I suddenly realized
he had stopped talking and was standing right in front of me.

  "You want it again?" Not really being cocky, just asking if I wanted it.

  I nodded and he stepped closer. I took him into my mouth again and felt
him swell. I love the sensation of a teen cock coming to life in my mouth.

  When I had him really hard I asked "Want to try something different?"
Which was a silly question. Teen cocks want to get off, they don't much
care how.

  I grabbed the conditioner and squirted some in my palm. I applied it to
his cock and stroked it slowly, gripping a little firmer than usual. He
closed his eyes and reveled in the pleasure my hand provided.

  When I suddenly stopped, he opened his eyes to see why. I was on the bed,
ass up in offering. He took the hint and climb aboard. Thank god I was not
a virgin too. He wasn't very gentle on the entrance. I had been used to
Toby's thick cock, and Dan's even thicker cock, so I was able to handle
Alex's.

  Once seated he wasted little time in picking up the pace. When that
wasn't fast enough, he exited my ass, pulled me up on my knees, and slammed
back in. God how I love a forceful teen fucking me.

  He moaned and grunted and said beautiful things to me as he pounded my
ass to oblivion.

  He had already cum twice, so he lasted long enough for me to get my
jollies before he unloaded inside me.

  "Jesus, Robert, your ass is wonderful. Does pussy feel this good?" He
asked after we had collapsed to the bed. He was still inside me, slowly
shrinking.

  "I wouldn't know, I've never been inside my own ass," I laughed.

  He laughed too, causing his cock to pop out of me. He grunted when it did
saying, "Damn, I wanted to live in there," he rolled off me to the side,
exhausted.

  I soon heard his steady, sleep breathing. I lay awake thinking about what
I had just done. Feeling a bit guilty about giving my ass to someone
new. Jacob and Toby had schemed to get me to open up to others, so I guess
that worked. Laying blame on them didn't relieve my guilt. I knew that now
the floodgates were open, and I would probably be a slut for any teen that
wanted to dump a load in my ass.

  Just the thought of all the teen cocks that were available to me caused
my own dick to stir. I reached for Alex's cock. Though still asleep, it
responded to my ministrations. He finally opened his eyes, and smiled at
me.

  "Again?" He sounded incredulous, but mounted me anyway. I prefer to take
a cock face to face, but I lay on my stomach so he could think about
whichever gender he wanted as he claimed me.

  His thick cock did it's job for both of us, and soon we were asleep
spooned together.

  I awoke after only a few hours of fretful sleep. I decided I needed to
teach him a few things, before sending him to plunder the coeds at
Princeton. I woke him at seven and spent the next four hours teaching him
about stimulation, foreplay, patience in entrance (especially virgins) and
technique. We managed to both get off several times during these lessons.

  We arrived at the dealership right at noon. Mark ran out to greet
me. "Robert, so good to see you again. I didn't expect you for a couple
more years." Referring to what I had said last time.

  "Well I didn't think I would be here in Texas for Toby's sixteenth
birthday. My friend Alex, here, has graciously agreed to help me pick
something out."

  "Well then he and I will peruse the lot till we see something that
strikes his fancy," said Mark placing a hand on Alex's shoulder.

  "What price range?" Alex asked.

  Mark led him away saying "I don't think it matters my boy."

  They didn't make it out of the showroom before Alex stopped to look at a
shiny red sports model. He sat in it and then they went outside. Ten
minutes later they were back looking at the sportscar.

  They approached me and Alex said "He would love that, but I think blue is
more his shade. It would match his eyes."

  "Do you have a blue one?" I asked Mark.

  "They are a limited production model, we don't get many of them so I will
have to check."

  While he was gone, Alex and I went over to inspect it more closely. He
sat in the driver's seat as I walked around it. Looking through the
windshield I saw him caressing the steering wheel, peering around inside,
lust written all over his face.

  Mark joined me beside the car and said "You have more luck than any other
customer. We had a sky blue one come in this morning."

  I looked at Alex through the glass again. Damn I'm weak when it comes to
boys. "Have them both ready in a hour and I'll take them."

  Mark said "Have I told you I love you?"

  "Good thing you weren't here yesterday, or I would only be buying one."

  I motioned for Alex to get out after telling Mark not to say anything to
him. We went to breakfast/lunch and returned in an hour. Alex seemed
disappointed to not find the red one on the showroom floor still.

  I went into Mark's cubicle and signed the papers, gave him my credit
card, and walked out with the keys. We went to the service drive, and
waited for them to bring it around.

  When the red one pulled up, Alex said "I thought you got Toby a blue
one."

  "I did." The blue one came up then and I tossed the keys to the red one
to Alex. "Happy graduation."

  Stunned doesn't cover his expression. Mark was watching from the doorway
and had a huge smile. Alex took two whole minutes to recover then yelled
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? Oh my god!!!"

  "It comes with a few conditions. No racing, no speeding, you have to make
good grades at Princeton, and I expect at least a card or letter from you
once in awhile."

  I turned to Mark and told him that someone would pick up my other car
tomorrow. He said no problem, he would keep an eye on it for me.

  Alex had tears in his eyes as he started the car. He had to collect
himself for a minute before we could leave.

  I drove Toby's car, and Alex followed, back to the ranch. Alex drove to
the main parking area, and I continued up to my house, parking in the
garage in back so Toby wouldn't see it. By the time I got in the house the
doorbell was was ringing.

  Alex entered and I closed the door behind him. He jumped into my arms and
kissed me full on the lips. I was not expecting that.

  "Thank you Robert. You are the nicest man in the entire world. All the
other kids asked me who's car it was. I told them it was your's."

  "Well technically it is. My name is on the title, but it's your's until
further notice. So you didn't actually lie."

  "What about the car we took to San Antonio?"

  "I told Mark I would send someone to pick it up," I explained to him.

  "Or..." he eluded

  "Or what?"

  "Or maybe we need to take another overnight trip to pick it up?" he said
this as he rubbed my ass.

  "Aren't you the devilish one," I kidded.

  "Not to mention horny," he responded. I grabbed his crotch to find a iron
rod hiding in his pants.

  "You're like a stray cat. Feed it once, and it comes back for more."

  "Feed me Robert, It's been like four hours."

  "Considering the dynamics of our relationship, that should be my line."

  I led him to my bedroom, where I sucked him just to take the edge
off. Then he fucked me long and hard. He was getting better about holding
off. His thick cock rearranged my insides for at least twenty minutes
before he unloaded.

  We emerged from the bedroom later, finding Vickie setting the table for
dinner. "See you tomorrow morning at eight, then Alex," I said trying to
cover.

  "Isn't your guest staying for dinner? I made plenty, and I already set a
place for him." So she knew he was here long enough ago to prepare dinner
for him.

  Alex was delighted with the invitation. After dinner he fucked me
senseless again. I guess that's why I love boys. They can keep you filled
24/7.

  He was right on time the next day, thrilled that he was driving me in his
new car. We went straight to the motel, fucked for a couple of hours, had
lunch, picked up my car, then back to the motel for more sex.

  We spent the rest of the day and night naked. We ordered pizza to be
delivered.

  Man did that delivery guy get a surprise. Alex answered the door with a
raging hard on. He didn't complain about the large tip, I only had a fifty
dollar bill to pay with, and Alex told him to keep the change.

  I probably swallowed a quart of Alex's cum and had double that planted in
my ass. It was like we were on a honeymoon.

  At least I was no longer feeling empty inside, emotionally or
sexually. Alex occupied my time and body for most of the boys' absence.

  Back at the ranch he managed to visit me several times by the end of the
week. I discovered I really cared for him, almost as much as Jacob and
Toby. I was very proud of his accomplishments, as much as a father should
be of a son. He would be leaving for college in a few weeks, and I was
going to miss him terribly.

  Toby, Jacob, Shawn and Dan, returned home, mostly for Toby's birthday,
and to get ready to leave for Europe. Thank God I would have Alex here to
keep me company till they return again.

  "Private jets are the way to go Dad" Jacob said when they arrived. "I
hate flying commercial airlines. If whoever I'm meeting doesn't send a
plane for me, I'm chartering a jet. I may have to raise my price to cover
it though," he said with a laugh.

  "G... g.guess... w.what," Shawn said excitedly

  "Let's see... um, taxes are up and the stock market is down," I can play
along with guessing games.

  He looked at me like I was crazy

  "Just joking. What?"

  Shawn looked at Jacob for help. "Oh yeah, Dad, guess what."

  "I thought we already covered that."

  "Dad! Okay, shit. She wants to adopt Shawn. She's already talking to Jim
about it. He said she could get guardianship probably, not adopt."

  "Would you like that Shawn?" His head bounced up and down. "Well, then
that's wonderful. I'm happy for you."

  Jacob added "She's gonna get him help with his stuttering, and voice
lessons, and private school. It will be great for him."

  Toby dragged me to my room as soon as he could. "I missed you Robert," he
said as he stripped out of his clothes. "I was going crazy. I guess I'm
never moving out of your house, because I can't go a week without being in
you."

  "You're going to be in Europe for two weeks. How's that gonna work?"

  "Just don't be surprised if you hear on the news about an American being
arrested for raping a guy," he joked.

  He proceeded to tear me up for over an hour. I lay exhausted on my bed,
and he went to his room. The door barely closed behind him when Dan came
in.

  "I thought he would never leave," he said as he stripped out of his
clothes, his huge cock already hard. "Jacob has been fucking me all week,
but I need to be inside you, bad."

  Apparently there is a waiting line for my ass. Oh well, it's good to be
needed. Alex had left only a few minutes before the boys returned, then
Toby fucked me hard for over an hour, now Dan was going to pound my ass
too. I just knew I was going to be sore. Of course that didn't stop me from
opening my legs to him. Dan took almost two hours before quenching his
built up need. So out of 168 hours in a week, I probably had a cock in me
60 of those hours. A record for even the biggest slut in town. I didn't get
that much sex on my honeymoon with my wife, that's for sure.

  We had a party for Toby in the rec hall too. It just wasn't the zoo that
Jacob's had turned into. All the residents and staff were there. It was
more like a teen party, with video games and playing pool etc.

  I had boxed and wrapped the keys to his car, and placed a big blue bow on
the hood of it. After the party, he went to his room to shower and
discovered the box on his bed.

  I was pouring a scotch at the bar, when he came tearing past me, straight
to the garage. Then I heard "Jacob ! Come look at this !" Jacob and I
joined Toby in the garage.

  "Sweet!! Can I drive it?" Jacob asked

  "Sure. Right after hell freezes," Toby answered.

As he sat behind the wheel, I realized that Alex had been right. It matched
his eyes perfectly.

  "Can I take it for a spin?" he asked as Jacob cranked up the stereo to
ear shattering level.

  "Not tonight. Wait till daylight so you can get used to it. Also, no
racing, no speeding, and you pay any tickets you get plus lose the car for
a month."

  He flashed a dirty look at me. He really is quite responsible, Jacob is
more likely to get into trouble than Toby.

  At sunup, Toby took his car for a spin. Then he, Jacob, and Dan left for
Europe. Jacob really hates flying commercial, because he chartered a plane
for their trip. For the whole time they were gone, the plane was at their
disposal. If they and David and Elise decided to fly to Paris... or
London... or where ever it would be waiting. Oh well... he could afford it.

  Two weeks without my boys. What was I to do?

  Oh yeah... Alex.

Chapter 13

  Alex and I made a trip to Houston to shop for things he would need at
school. He was required to live in a dorm the first year, so just needed
more clothes, a computer, bed and bath stuff. Why it took us three days to
get them, I can't say. Yes I can. It was so he could pound my ass for three
days and nights.

  That kid is either naturally insatiable or he is trying to make up for
lost time. Again, I'm not complaining, just saying. I really love to be
fucked by a thick teen cock. He definitely fills that bill.

  We stayed at the Galleria, and shopped there too. It's pretty convenient,
and easy to get to. Also conveniently, we forgot to get a computer. So we
had to make a second trip, didn't we? It took us another two days to pick
out a computer. Damn.

  Alex and I spent much of the two weeks together. He kept me
intellectually stimulated and sexually fulfilled. He kept me filled with
cum too. One end or the other was a constant receptacle for his wonderful
cream.

  I was going to miss him, when he left for school. As a friend and a
lover.

  It was during our second trip to Houston, that I was startled by my cell
phone. Alex was trying to turn my insides to mush, and said to ignore
it. It stopped ringing, and then alerted me to a voice mail. A few seconds
later, it went off again. Then again. By then I knew something was afoul. I
let Alex finish, but as soon as he did, I pulled my freshly pounded ass out
of the bed.

  The voicemail was from Ada. "Oh my god Robert, what do we do? Are we
going or waiting here or what? Why aren't you answering your phone? Max
says Dan can handle it, but I'm worried. God damn it. Call me."

  I immediately called Ada.

  "Thank God. What are we going to do Robert?"

  "What the hell are you going on about? Go where?" I answered.

  "Paris. Haven't you been watching the news?" She yelled at me.

  "No... I've been kinda busy," I sheepishly explained, as I picked up the
tv remote. Switching to the news channel, I saw a banner in the corner of
the screen saying 'Terrorists strike Eiffel Tower'.

  I turned up the volume to hear the field reporter say "... while visiting
the monument. No word yet on how he knew what was about to happen. French
authorities are still questioning him. We will get back to you as soon as
we know more."

  At the bottom of the screen was the ticker tape scroll reading "Ex
U.S. special forces member thwarts terrorist threat to Eiffel Tower."

  "Shit!"

  I suddenly remembered Ada on the phone. "Was it Dan?"

  "They didn't give his name. Just he is a bodyguard visiting Paris with
his employer."

  "Damn... It probably is Dan. Okay. uh... For now we don't do anything
until we hear more. Just sit tight, I will let you know if I hear from
them."

  With the the time difference, it was a little after 4 p.m. in Paris. I
tried Dan's cell, then Jacob's and Toby's. All went straight to voicemail.

  Thirty minutes later, a special news broadcast interrupted the tv. The
field reporter appeared and said "We have learned from a source inside
Paris police headquarters, that the special forces hero, is the bodyguard
for none other than the musical genius Jacob Campbell. Word is that he
spotted some suspicious behavior by a man dressed as a security guard. He
instructed his ward, Jacob Campbell, to contact the police and tell them to
evacuate the tower. He then proceeded to locate and disarm bombs attached
to two of the tower's four base sections. He is still working with the
police to locate the perpetrators.

  "Word is, there was enough c4 plastic explosive to level everything in a
quarter mile radius. On a personal note, I was here with my two daughters,
when we were directed away by the police. There were thousands of people in
the area, and in the tower. It was very crowded with tourists as it always
is this time of year.

  "Had that brave man... not acted, I would not be here to give this
report. My daughters... and I want to thank him for saving ours... and
countless others lives," she was obviously overwhelmed. Tears were rolling
down her cheeks as she finished.

  My phone instantly began ringing. I silenced it, and just hoped Jacob
could get through when he needed to. From the report, I knew that Jacob and
Toby were okay, so I could relax a bit.

  "I can't believe it," Alex said, as we were on the highway back to the
ranch.

  "Can't believe what?"

  "I personally know an international hero. That is so fucking cool."

  "Well, just don't cum in your jeans. Save it for me," I joked. "But
you're right, it is pretty fucking cool."

  Somehow, the reporters had beat us to the ranch. We had trouble getting
through the gate. Fortunately, I had called and warned them of the oncoming
hoard. Aaron said he was already on it, and had called in all security team
members. Kids were kept inside the compound, and guards were placed
strategically to ensure no one would be bothered.

  It was a little after 10 p.m. Paris time when Dan finally called. "We
just got back to our hotel, Robert. Sorry we didn't call before."

  "Are you and the boys alright?"

  "We're fine. The police caught six guys trying to get out of the
country. That hasn't been made public yet. They had plotted to blow up the
tower just before getting on a plane out. They used cell phones as
detonators, so they could call anytime to blow it. By the time they heard
the news, the bombs were already disarmed, and the cops were on their
trail.

  "Can you believe I have police guarding my hotel door. How's that for
ironic?" I had to laugh at that too.

  Jacob got on the phone and was telling all about it. He didn't seem to
realize just how dangerous the situation was. "The cop didn't want to
believe me at first. Then some girl came up and asked for my
autograph. Then another, that is when he began to believe me. Then all hell
broke lose. The cop radioed for more cops. Once they started to evacuate,
people panicked. Oh Cool!! Look Dan, we're on the news. Gotta go Dad. Love
you bye."

  My mother called just after Dan "Are the boys alright?" Which gave me
some hope about our relationship. Things had been strained since my
divorce, and hadn't improved much, even when I got the boys.

  I called Ada and told her and Max to relax. The next few days were filled
with more news reports. Once Dan's name was released, reporters left the
ranch and descended on the little town of Crystal City, where Sheriff Slim
became a celebrity overnight. I sent Aaron and another of my team to help
him out. He was very grateful. It was the least I could do since it was
because of me that Dan was in Paris in the first place.

  Reporters were doing 'up close and personal' type stories, dealing with
Dan's childhood and military service. Another told of his job as Jacob's
body guard, saying he was a family friend, that his grandfather and Jacob's
great grandfather were best friends. Of course that was a bit of a stretch,
since Jacob was no blood relation to me.

  More stories included Dan's 'jet setter' lifestyle, showing pictures of
Jacob with various celebrities, Dan always by his side.

  Jacob and Dan left Paris, and flew directly to L.A. for the album project
Jacob was working on. Toby came to the ranch, where we would stay for a few
more days before we would be taking a leisurely drive home in Toby's
car. Alex and I had a tearful farewell, then he was gone.

***

  Back home, the boys knew Dan was going to wear me out, so they kept busy
doing other things the first two days after Jacob's and Dan's return.

  Ada and Max had been busy while we were away. Seems they decided to get
married. I was somewhat hurt because she didn't give us a chance to
attend. She said she knew I would make a big deal about it, and they wanted
it simple. I calmed a bit when she agreed to have a reception at
Aldo's. Which, of course, I was forced to turn into a full scale zoo.

  Aldo closed the restaurant to the public. That didn't stop the press from
showing up, once word got out that a superstar and a hero were going to be
in attendance.

  I was surprised when the superstar accepted the invitation. She said she
could meet with Jim about Shawn while she was here. "Besides, I always have
a good time with you Robert, and there is never a dull moment around your
family."

  That was true of late, for sure.

  Aaron came in to help out, he and Dan were the security detail for her
and Jacob and Toby. Once they were inside the restaurant, Aaron manned the
door.

  The party was a success. Everyone had a good time. I met some friends of
Ada's, I didn't even know she had friends outside our family.

  I gave Ada and Max a week off to take a honeymoon trip, they opted for
Hawaii. Aaron took Max's place while he was gone.

  We were sitting around the pool the next day, when Dan's phone
rang. "Hello... Yes.... I'm fine sir. How are you?... Well, that's very
generous of you, but I'm still not interested... Thank you, but I won't
change my mind."

  He hung up and I was staring at him. "What was that all about?" I finally
asked.

  "That was Sheik Abdul somethingorother. He keeps calling me to come work
for him."

  "What's he offering?"

  "You don't want to know."

  "Must be a lot... come on, out with it."

  "Three times what you pay me, and my own personal harem."

  "Damn. The hero business is certainly lucrative. Personal harem, huh? I'm
surprised you didn't accept the offer," I said, not hiding the jealousy in
my voice.

  "Oh come on Rob. You know I could never trade your wonderful ass for some
loose smelly pussy."

  I smiled at him and said "That was the right answer." Then I took him to
my bedroom.

  The next day, Dan received another call. This one was from someone in the
French government. They wanted Dan to come back to Paris to receive a medal
of bravery of some sort. It was to be presented by the Prime Minister of
France.

  The ceremony would be held Thanksgiving weekend, so that Jacob and Toby
could attend, and Jacob was getting recognition for his efforts too.

***

  One day, soon after school started again, I saw a contractor's truck
enter Dave's gate. I assumed he sold the place and the new owners were
doing some sort of renovations. It would be months before I found out the
truth.

  Between school and his career, Jacob seemed to be working all the time. I
hardly ever saw him. He had no females around, so I'm sure he kept Dan
busy.

  My days were spent working on my various projects. Our new company was at
a point to start being profitable I was now concentrating on growth. My
nights were taken up by either Toby or Dan. Toby also saw Mike on occasion.

  Thanksgiving was upon us before we knew it. I invited Alex come to Paris
with us. He had never been anywhere to speak of, so quickly agreed. We had
a tour guide provided by the government, and several engagements lined up.

  The festivities were spectacular. I had arranged for Dan's parents to
attend and surprised him.

  The Prime Minister made reference to our Thanksgiving, and to them giving
thanks to Dan for his bravery and quick thinking. Dan's dad was as proud as
a peacock. Slim took the medal back to Crystal City, to be displayed with
the medals Dan had received for his military service.

  Although Dan had saved thousands of lives (many of which were American),
improved relations between many countries and the U.S., and not to mention
was a public relations wet dream for the U.S. military and its training,
Obama couldn't be bothered to recognize him. Dan received a form letter
from some under secretary, that was it. France awarded him their highest
honor a civilian can receive, and his own president gives him Jack shit.

  Back at home, about a week after the holiday, we were around the
pool. Ada was preparing dinner, Dan and I were having a drink as the boys
swam. Max came running to the patio "Someone cut the camera feed."

  Dan was up in a second, "Stay with them" and he was gone. Max stood by
the patio door, gun drawn, waiting. I couldn't catch my breath. I keened my
ears, listening for gunshots or sounds of a break in.

  Dan returned looking relieved yet pissed. "Fucking construction crew took
down the fence and dug up our cable."

  "What? Why? What are they doing so close to the fence?" I had a million
questions.

  Dan glared at Jacob for a moment, then said "Are you going to tell him or
am I?"

  If Jacob was involved it could be anything. "Tell me what?" I said
pointedly to Jacob.

  "It was going to be a surprise, but I guess the cat is out of the bag."

  "What fucking cat Jacob?" I was getting a little hot.

  "I bought the Ambassador's house," Jacob explained.

  "That doesn't explain this. That house too far away for the construction
to bother our fence."

  Toby jumped in with "That would be my fault. Jacob gave me part of the
property to build a house on. I told you before Dad, you're never getting
rid of us."

  How could I stay mad at them when they say shit like that.

  "My fourteen and sixteen year old sons are already home owners?"

  Dan said to Jacob "Tell him all of it."

  "Damn! Okay! Get me a map while I explain. Well, Dad, the Ambassador was
saying he would have trouble selling the property because the city wanted
to build a road through it. They weren't going to battle an Ambassador, but
if someone bought it, they might try to condemn it and take it. I talked to
Jim, and we made a proposal to the city."

  Dan brought the map and spread it out on the patio table.

  Jacob continued, pointing at the map. "This is where we are. This whole
green section is either yours or mine from this street to the river. Now,
here is where they want to build a bridge over the river, to relieve some
of the traffic congestion over the other bridge. That won't work unless
they build a road to it, right through our property here," he said drawing
a line across the green section.

  I instantly knew what was going on. "Is it commercial or residential."

  "Both. You know what this here is, don't you?" he asked pointing to a
spot just beyond the green section.

  "You know it's one of my office buildings. Best in the city."

  "Yes, beautiful view of the river. I'm going to build one just like it
here. This will be an upscale apartment complex, like yours over here. Over
here will be store front, also only upscale, no burger joints. My recording
studio will be the only thing on this side of Campbell Lane. That's the
name of the street they are building. The studio will help young artists,
sort of like the Beatles did with their Abbey Road studio 'Apple Records',
only without the bickering. The first album to be recorded there of course
will be mine."

  "Jacob, you're going to be rich," I told him, not suppressing the pride
in my voice.

  "I'm already rich, Dad. I'm just going to get a lot richer." Dan handed
him something else. He unrolled it to show a scale drawing of our
property. "This is our residential compound. Your house, Toby's, and
mine. We are taking out this little road and putting a gatehouse here. That
will open up all this area and it is all ours to do as we want. The wall
you have over here will be extended around the entire complex. So, of
course this fence had to go."

  "It looks great. We still will have plenty of property to provide privacy
and security. I only wish you had let me in on it," I moaned

  "I was hoping you would say that. I need you to run it all. I will cut
you in for 25% of the profit for you efforts."

  "25%? No way. I'll take 10%," I answered.

  "I was hoping you would say that too," Jacob laughed.

  "I'm so proud of you Jacob. This will be great for you."

  "Well, there is something I need to talk to you about. I'm not going back
to the academy after Christmas break. Now, before you throw a fit, let me
explain.

  "Dan has to stand around in the hall outside my classes all day, and the
school just isn't equipped for a celebrity. They haven't said anything, but
I know they will be relieved. I have hired a tutor to homeschool me, until
I get my diploma. I won't be going to college, I don't need it. The only
reason I am getting my diploma, is because I promised Mom and you I
would. I will be concentrating on music, and there's not a school that can
teach me anything I don't already know. Hell, I should be teaching them."

  That's my Jacob, modest as ever.

***

  At Christmas break, we went to the ranch. Alex joined us there. I told
Jacob and Toby that I didn't want any gifts this year. Instead I wanted us
to draw names of the boys in the center. It would be 17 boys each of us to
buy for. Tom helped by providing us with each of the boys Christmas lists,
clothes sizes, hobbies, etc.

  Have you ever tried to get gifts for seventeen teenage boys? At least
Jacob and Toby were teens themselves, I'm not. Fortunately I had Alex along
to help me shop. Of course he helped me at night too. We stayed and shopped
at the Galleria again. If the stores didn't provide a wrapping service, I
didn't shop there, most did however.

  Actually it was a blast. We hired a trucker to haul it all back to the
ranch. The staff stayed up late Christmas Eve, unloading the truck, and
setting it all up. Each house had a tree already in place as
decoration. The house supervisors put the gifts for their boys under their
tree.

  Christmas morning the kids had a hell of a shock. They had no
expectations of gifts. I stopped at each house just to see their faces.

  Some of the kids came to me and said "Thank you, Robert."

  I told them to thank Santa, not me. When I got to H5 where Christian and
Randy lived, the boys were playing a game on the Xbox. Christian saw me
first and ran over to me. He threw his arms around me and said "Thanks
Dad," I hadn't expected that. I was a little choked up, and then Randy did
the same thing. Two boys whose cocks I was familiar with, calling me Dad. A
bit of a deja vu.

  Back at the house, the boys were up and had found the gifts I had gotten
them. It wasn't much, but they were well thought out. It's difficult to
find gifts for boys who have everything and are independently wealthy as
well.

  For Jacob, one of the gifts was a beautifully framed picture of the
superstar, that I had taken just for this occasion. She was standing in her
awards room, surrounded by her many and various awards, flipping the
bird. She signed it "To Jacob, with love. Beat this." In parentheses, below
her signature, (I know you can).

  For both boys I hired a decorator to help with their homes. I also had a
covered walkway added in back between the three houses. If my boys were
going to be away from me, I wanted to be able to get to them quickly.

Chapter 14

  True to his word, Jacob didn't return to the academy after Christmas. On
January 1st, I was introduced to his new tutor. I had suspected he had
hired some big titted blond. No one was more surprised than I, when I
opened the door to a very handsome young man. Blond yes, not so much in the
tit department though.

  "You must be Robert. I'm Carlton Abernathy. Pleasure to meet you," he
said as he extended his hand. I'm sure I had a puzzled look on my face. He
had managed to get past the gate, so I assumed someone knew who he was,
just not I.

  "You were expecting me, weren't you?" he said after picking up on my
confusion.

  Just then Dan came in "Carl, good to see you again. I see you've met
Jacob's dad. Come on in."

  I had a fair amount to drink on new year's eve, but I was sober now,
though still a little hung over. I just didn't know what was going on.

  "Jacob didn't tell you, did he?" Dan figured out. My face giving it
away. "Carl is Jacob's tutor."

  My confusion turned to shock at realizing he wasn't the woman I was
expecting. "Oh, I see. Um... very nice to meet you Carl."

  Ada showed up with my usual hangover cure. I'm not sure what's in it, she
won't tell me. I know it tastes like how I imagine donkey nut sweat would
taste. But it works.

  Over the next hour, I learned that Jacob was introduced to Carl by the
superstar. He's the youngest son of her manager. Carl had a master's degree
and was working on his doctorate. He is only 19, and had graduated high
school at 14.

  Being brilliant, he was a bit of an outcast in school, and therefore, not
comfortable around a lot of people. He insisted on earning his way, without
his parents help, so he needed a job while working on his thesis. This
would be ideal for him. Good pay, a place to live, easy hours with lots of
time to study and work on his thesis. It was good for Jacob too. Carl was
used to celebrities, and wouldn't be a threat to Jacob.

  "Is it okay for Carl to take my room until the other house is finished?"
Dan was asking. "I can bunk in with Jacob." As if it would be new.

  "Sure. Go ahead and show him around."

  I went back to my room and decided to check the cams at the ranch. I had
only recently remembered that I could access them from anywhere. Being new
year's day, most of the kids were not busy doing chores. The pool was empty
because it was too cold and it's not heated like mine, so I checked out
some of the rooms.

  There were a couple of thirteen year old boys that I didn't recognize,
blowing each other in a 69 position. They were cute, and about average in
size. One had a more pubic hair than the other, and he seemed to be the
more dominant one.

  After about a minute of blowing each other, the one with more hair got up
and flipped the other over and shoved his cock up the other's ass. He was
definitely the more dominant one, and I could tell this was neither one's
first time at bat.

  I watched until he unleashed his cream, then switched to Christian and
Randy's room. Christian was face down on his pillow, while Randy plowed his
rear field. From the moaning, I would guess Randy was doing a fine job.

  I had only been home a few days, and I was already missing all the boys
back at the Center. My own house was soon to split up when Toby and Jacob's
renovations were complete. Sure they would be right next door, but I would
still be alone. I had become use to all the hustle and bustle that comes
with raising two teen boys.

  I was suddenly overcome with... grief? No... panic? Maybe,... or just
loneliness? Whatever it was, I was in it's grip. I couldn't control my
emotions. I burst into to tears, sobbing, blubbering like an idiot.

  Ada chose that moment to bring me an espresso. "Here you go. A chaser for
the hangover cure. Robert? What's wrong Robert."

  "My sons will be leaving me soon. I've only had them for a year, and
they're leaving," I wailed. "Oh Ada. What am I to do? I can't bear to lose
them."

  "You're not going to lose them. They'll be right next door. You know they
love you."

  "But they won't be here," I answered, totally despondent. "I thought Toby
would be going away to college, but I would still have Jacob here. Then
Jacob would leave for college and Toby would return. Instead they're both
leaving me."

  I could hardly get it all out. I was gasping and sobbing.

  Ada grabbed my shoulders and spun me to face her. Then she slapped
me... hard.

  "Ow! What the fuck was that for?" I asked rubbing my face.

  "I see it on TV all the time, and I've been wanting to slap you for
years. Finally had a reason to."

  I just looked at her for a moment, then we both broke up laughing.

  "I forgot to say 'Get a hold of yourself Robert.' would that have made it
better?" she asked between bouts of laughter.

  "Ok, I guess I deserved that, but still... that fucking hurt."

  "Look Robert, you know I love you more than anybody in the world,
including my husband. I'm not going to lie to you. It will take some
adjustments, but I'll be here, and so will they."

  "I know I'm being silly. I've just gotten use to having them around."

  "Don't worry, I'm sure you will find another stray to take in. It's your
nature and Karma likes it that way," she said patting my shoulder.

  "You're right. I need another stray. Know any?"

  "Ok, now you're starting to sound a little creepy."

***

  We flew to L.A. to attend the Grammy awards. Jacob's music won three of
the four top awards. Album of the year, song of the year, record of the
year.

  He also garnered the awards in four out of five categories. He wasn't
nominated in the rap category. This was the first time it ever happened.

  The superstar was given a lifetime achievement award. All in all, it was
a very happy occasion. Lots of parties and celebrities. The superstar was
with Jacob, Shawn, and Dan, the entire night.

  But even in the happiest of times, sorrowful things occur. Jacob had
invited my parents to the awards ceremony, it was to be a surprise for
me. He knew we hadn't been close recently and felt it was time to get us
back together. My father, being a stubborn man, decided to drive to
L.A. instead of flying.

  We're still not sure what happened, maybe he fell asleep at the wheel, or
whatever, but they went off a cliff on the drive there. It was the morning
after the awards, when we received the news. It put quite a damper on the
festivities.

  Maybe my breakdown in front of Ada was some sort of premonition. I had
never felt so alone in my life. Now I was alone. My parents gone, my sons
moving out.

***

  Jacob's house was finished first. There was less to do there. Just some
painting and redecorating. Jacob, Dan, and Carl moved into it the first
week in February.

  Toby's house would take a little longer to build from ground up. The
connecting walkway was completed sooner, so we got used to traversing
between the houses even before Toby moved.

  The hard part was finding housekeepers for them. There just aren't too
many people like Ada around. She has been with me for years, and is my most
trusted friend as well as employee. There was obviously no aspect of my
life she was unaware of, and would take to her grave.

  The superstar came to our rescue again. Well sort of.

  It was a Tuesday, two weeks after Jacob moved into his house.

  "Robert, how are you?" She said when I answered my phone.

  "Doing well, and yourself?"

  "Well, you know, the usual daily ins and outs of life."

  "I know what you mean. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

  "As a matter of fact, I do have the littlest problem you could help me
with."

  "Somehow it doesn't sound so small," I teased, not knowing how right I
was.

  "My housekeeper's sister needs to relocate. Jacob mentioned needing
someone so I thought maybe this would work out for him."

  "That would be great. But how is that a problem that you need my help
with?" I've been around long enough to know there is another shoe about to
drop. I only hope it didn't land on my head.

  I could hear what sounded like a plane taking off in the background. "I
can't hear you Robert. I'm just dropping them off at the airport. Thanks
for your help, I knew I could count on you." Then the line went dead.

  What the hell was that all about? Wait... Did she say dropping THEM at
the airport.

  To quote Dorothy Parker, 'What fresh hell is this?'

  Three hours later, I'm sitting in my living room with her housekeeper's
sister, who's named Angelica. Also present is Angelica's daughter, Consuelo
(called Connie), Angelica's son, Abelardo (Abel for short) and Angelica's
grandson Timothy (Tim of course).

  Angelica looks obviously of Mexican descent, her daughter and son look
mixed with Anglo, the grandson looks totally Anglo. Although Angelica was
short and a little on the heavy side, the others were quite
attractive. Especially Tim.

  He had a mop of light brown hair, blue eyes, tall and slender for his age
of thirteen. There was a beauty mark on the corner of his upper lip, that
reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, and for some reason, I wanted to lick
it. His eyes were large and reminded me of the child actor Asa Butterfield.

  I hate to say it, but this kid was better looking than either Toby or
Jacob. In fact, he was the best looking kid I ever laid eyes on. I was lost
in his beauty.

  Having trouble concentrating on the conversation, I finally had to
clarify things "Let me see if I have this right. Connie and Abel are from
your second marriage?"

  "Si... I mean... jess, uh huh," Angelica answered in broken English.

  "And Tim is your grandson from your oldest daughter from your first
marriage. Not Connie. Right?"

  "Si... jess, uh huh."

  "So where are his parents?" That must have been the wrong question to
ask. Angelica turned bright red and sort of puffed up, before bursting into
tears.

  Abel stepped in to help. "Connie, take Tim to see the pool." When they
had left, he continued. "Tim's mom was killed by her boyfriend. Which is
why we had to leave. He's threatened to kill us all. She always had bad
taste in men, we don't even know who Tim's father is. Until that
asshole... excuse me... is caught, we need to be someplace safe," he
explained with Angelica sobbing against his chest.

  Superstar knows my penchant for security, and strays. Damn. I hate to be
so predictable.

  "Mr. Campbell, I know..."

  "My name isn't Campbell. That's my sons' name. Just call me Rob."

  "Oh. Sorry. Rob, I know this is an imposition, but we are willing to
work. I just finished my degree in business. Connie, well she only finished
high school, but she is a hard worker. Tim too. I know he's young, but
surely he can do yard work or something to earn his keep," he said almost
pleadingly. I had an idea how Tim could earn his keep.

  Ada had been nearby the whole time, pretending not to be
eavesdropping. "Robert, can I see you a minute?" I already knew what she
was going to say by the look on her face. I nodded at her, and she smiled.

  "Business degree, huh?"

  "Yes sir. I did an internship at Zuckerman Partnership. They offered me a
permanent position there, but now I can't take it. I will find a job as
soon as possible, and then we can move on. I promise."

  Tim and Connie returned just then "Man! You should see this pool," Tim
exclaimed. Damn, I love boys that get excited. Ok. I love boys of any kind.

  "Ada, have you started dinner yet?"

  "No. I thought we could order pizza, since there is so many of us."

  "Me too. Tim, what kind of pizza do you like?"

***

  We gathered around the pool for pizza and getting to know each other. It
was decided that Connie could take care of Jacob's house. She had worked in
a few restaurants and had some cooking skills, and she could pick up more
from her mom and Ada.

  Because she is older, Angelica would take care of Toby's smaller house
when it was finished. In the meantime, she would sleep in the pool house
guestroom, and help Ada around my house.

  Abel would be my and Jacob's assistant in the real estate business, with
a month's probation to see how he does, before I offer a him permanent
job. He would take Dan's old room, which really hadn't been used much.

  Tim would take Jacob's room. Carl would tutor him as well as Jacob till
the end of the school year, then we would decide about next year.

  "So we're gonna live here? In this big house?" Tim asked excitedly

  "Si papasito. Señor Robert say we can stay." Angelica confirmed.

  "Actually in three big houses," I added.

  Dan and Jacob escorted Connie to Jacob's house. Ada took Angelica to her
room, while I showed Abel and Tim upstairs.

  Jacob had taken his computer when he moved, but the rest of the room was
the same. "Over here Tim, is your bathroom," I said turning on the light in
there.

  "My own bathroom? Wow! I never had my own bathroom."

  "This is your closet." There was only a nasty old pair of tennis shoes
left in it, so I picked them up and dropped them in a wastebasket. "You can
hang your clothes in here, there is also lots of built in drawers and
places to put other things. Arrange it however you want."

  "I don't have anything to hang up," Tim said as he peeked around the
doorframe.

  I looked at Abel, questioningly.

  "I'm afraid we left in rather a hurry. We didn't bring anything with us,"
he almost seemed ashamed. It was only then that I realized they had arrived
without luggage.

  "Ok. First thing tomorrow, Ada will take the ladies where she likes to
shop, Max can take you where he likes, and I will take Tim where my sons
shop."

  "We can't. We really have no money," Abel said in despair.

  "Who needs money. We have company credit cards," I said with a laugh. "If
you insist, I will take yours and the ladies out of your paychecks a little
at a time. Tim's is on me, because I love to shop for my boys."

  That is how Tim and I came to be in the company of Derrick the next
day. His face lit up the second he saw me. "Robert! Good to see you
again. Who is this and where are my two favorite customers?"

  "My boys are awfully busy these days, I hardly see them myself. This fine
young man is Tim. As you can see, he is woefully lacking clothes. I think
he needs the full treatment."

  "Well, as you can see, it's early in the day, and middle of the week. The
place is dead. So you have my undivided attention, and we have lots of
time. I'll just get my measuring tape and be right with you. Take the first
changing room on the right, it's bigger and there is a large bench for you
to sit on."

  Derrick took the measurements and jotted them down just as he did for
Toby and Jacob. Taking extra time on the inseam, making sure the back of
his hand was rubbing Tim's jewels.

  "He's a bit taller than Jacob at that age, but seems to be built very
similarly," he said with a grin. "Shall we start with the same briefs that
Toby and Jacob like?"

  "Excellent idea," he must have been reading my mind.

  Derrick left and returned with the briefs. Sheer boxer briefs and bikini
briefs, in four colors. Removing the red boxer briefs from it's packaging,
he said "Try these on."

  Tim turned his back to Derrick which meant he was facing me. This
particular changing room has mirrors on three walls, so there really was no
way he could hide from either of us. He removed his rather worn pants and
underwear, and quickly pulled on the briefs. I caught a quick glimpse of a
flaccid penis that was relatively thick and about 4 inches [10 cm]. The few
sparse hairs were nestled just above and centered over it.

  I noticed a slight intake of breath from Derrick, and I probably did the
same. Thinking he was covered, Tim stood up as he adjusted himself in the
briefs. The sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination. He was perfect.

  "Just as I thought. He is a little lon... uh taller than Jacob," Derrick
said a little short of breath. "I'll... uh... I'll get him some shirts."
And he left.

  Tim glanced at himself in the mirror and discovered exactly how much of
himself was on display. "Shit! You can see right through these! Are you
sure Jacob wears these?"

  "He has a pair just like them. But when he swims, he doesn't wear
anything," I whispered the last part conspiratorially.

  "He swims naked? At your house?" Tim said in shock.

  "Yep, all the time. We all do," I told him with a wink.

  Derrick returned with probably a dozen shirts, and no pants. We watched
Tim's package bounce around as he changed from one shirt to another. I
couldn't help but notice how large his balls were too. Derrick made
comments after each change. "Very nice" or "That's magnificent." By the
fourth change, we could tell Tim was starting to chub up. He adjusted his
cock to an upward angle, and changed to the next shirt.

  By the time Derrick brought pants, Tim's cock was raging hard. Derrick
assisted him in putting on a pair of dress slacks, and just as he did with
Toby, when he tried to fasten them, he pulled the waistband away from Tim
and pushed his hard cock down to the side.

  The boy was getting overheated. By the third time, Tim would
involuntarily thrust his hips forward a little so that Derrick could adjust
his cock for him.

  When Derrick had run out to get more pants, leaving Tim standing there
with an amazing looking erection, I noticed a small wet spot on the front
of the briefs. It was obviously leakage, sitting just below the urethra.

  "Looks like we have to buy those now, you've messed them a little," I
told him as I ran my finger over the dampness. He watched my hand move from
his crotch to my mouth, where I stuck the finger in and sucked it clean. He
looked in my eyes in surprise. I winked at him and said "Mmm, nice."

  "I'm so sorry Robert. It's just that I've never been naked in front of
anyone before. Well, except in the gym showers. With all this attention,
and this material feels so good, I guess I got a little excited."

  I reached over to fully grasped his cock and squeezed it a little. "I'd
say you were more than a little excited."

  He let out a slight moan, and the damp spot got a little bigger.

  Derrick returned again with more clothes. Noticing the dampness, he said
"Oh my. Maybe we should change those. We wouldn't want to get the other
clothes dirty before you have even bought them," he pulled out the blue
bikini briefs and handed them to Tim.

  Tim removed the red ones, his cock hardly drooped at all. It was
beautiful. 7½ inches [19 cm] at least. Nicely thick too. God sure makes
boys nice these days. Derrick moaned as the boycock swayed about during the
change. I'm sure I did too. From my position on the bench, it was about two
feet away and just below eye level.

  Derrick subconsciously licked his lips, and handed Tim some pants.

  When Tim had tried on every item in the store, it seemed, we had been in
that changing room for over two hours. He had been erect almost the entire
time. Derrick took our purchases to the checkout desk. Tim stood there
still fully hard. I think he wanted me to leave so he could 'handle' his
problem.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked when he wasn't getting dressed.

  "It won't... uh... I mean... I can't go out there yet."

  I smiled knowingly at him. I grasp him by the hips and drew him
closer. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I pulled the briefs down
to his knees and let them drop to the floor. That gorgeous meat was right
in front of my face. I couldn't have stopped myself if I had tried, which I
didn't. It was instantly in my mouth.

  It was risky, but I didn't care. I needed his juice. I hadn't had any in
days. He could have ran screaming from that dressing room, but he
didn't. He could accuse me later, I hoped he wouldn't

  What he did was, place his hands on my shoulders to steady himself, and
enjoyed my services. He didn't last long enough for me, but I didn't expect
he would. I bobbed up and down quickly, then took him deep in my
throat. Bobbed a bit more, and he unleashed his virgin juice for me to
savor. His cock was delicious, his cream was even better. It was the best
twenty seconds of my life. Excluding time with my sons.

  Derrick rang up our purchases, with the usual discount, and said "I
enjoyed meeting you Tim. I look forward to seeing you again real soon."

  It took both of us to carry it all to the car. When we got there I said
"We forgot shoes and lunch. Are you hungry?"

  "A little I guess. Are you?"

  "Well, I only had an appetizer," I said with a grin.

  Tim got the joke and laughed.

  As we were sitting in the food court with burgers Tim asked "Have you
done that before?"

  Playing dumb, I asked "What?"

  "You know... The appetizer," he half whispered.

  "A few times," I lied. "Did it bother you?"

  "No. I liked it. Is it bad that I liked it?"

  "No, you're suppose to enjoy sex. That's why God made it enjoyable."

  "I know that. I mean... well... we're both guys. Is that bad?" he asked
worriedly.

  "Ah. You want to know if you're gay. Every boy asks himself that same
question. Every boy experiments to some degree. Like you mentioned the gym
showers. They all look at the other dicks even though they pretend not
to. You have I'm sure."

  He looked down and nodded a little.

  "It's ok. Everyone does. Just like we all masturbate too. Your friends
probably deny it though, don't they?"

  Again he nodded and looked thoughtful.

"I was married for a while. I still like pussy, but I really loved doing
that for you. So I guess I'm what is called Bi. You won't know what your
'status' is until you try different things. You will find things you like
and some you don't care for. It doesn't make you gay to get a blow job, or
even give one. Your dick doesn't know the gender of the mouth giving it
pleasure. For now, just enjoy your youth and whatever comes your way. Later
you can decide what you prefer."

  He took this all in and after a moment said "Thanks Robert. That answers
a lot of questions I've had for a while now. I haven't had anyone I could
ask such things. I never really had a dad, and I sure wasn't gonna ask
Mom."

  At the mention of his mother, he turned red and started to cry. "I still
can't believe she's gone. It was awful. Blood everywhere."

  I put my arm around him and drew him close. "You're safe now. I won't let
anything happen to you. I promise. I'm sorry your mom can't be here for
you, but I know that she would want you to grow up happy. I can't replace
her, but I will be here for you whenever you need me."

  Damn I am such a sucker for strays. Pun intended.

  We went to the shoe store and got him two pair of tennis shoes, some
dress shoes, and some house slippers. Of course I had to stop at the
electronics store.

  I don't know why salesman always remember me. Oh yeah. It's because I
spend a shitload of money. "Let me guess," he said looking from me to
Tim. "A computer with cam, a cell phone and pad. Tech to set it up as soon
as possible."

  "You know me too well, my man. But I need four cellphones," I answered.

  Tim wasn't paying any attention to us as he browsed the items on the
shelves. Until the salesman tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a
cellphone. He looked very confused and then the salesman said "It's yours"
and handed him a bag with the box it came in. His face lit up like a fourth
of July fireworks display.

  He called me three times on the drive home. Then he texted me. I had
created a monster.

  I told Tim to take the stuff into the house, and I found Ada in the
kitchen. I plopped down in a chair and she set an espresso in front of
me. As Tim came by with his third load of packages, she said "You're gonna
spoil him too," I nodded in agreement. "Did you know he discovered his
mother's body?" she asked me.

  Oh god, no wonder he was so upset. She went on to tell me the whole
sordid story that she got from his aunt and grandmother. Tim called me
twice from his bedroom during the tale. Then, when she finished, she said
"You know she is still in the city morgue."

  "Shit. Ok, well... take care of it," I told her.

  "I already did." Damn she knows me too well. I gotta work on being less
predictable.

  "Where is everyone now?"

  "At the other house. I still need to go to the grocery store."

  "Ok. I need a shower and a nap. Wake me when you return."

  Ada left and I went to my shower.

  "Robert?" I heard Tim call from my bedroom door. I was letting the warm
water cascade over my body and relaxing in it. Next thing I know he is
standing in my bathroom staring at me.

  "Did you need something Tim?

  "Everyone's gone."

  "They're at the other house," I explained. I noticed him watching me.

  "You said it was ok to look," he said shyly.

  "Yes, you may look all you want," I said, as my dick started to rise.

  "I've never seen a shower like this."

  "Would you like to join me?"

  He, rather self consciously, undressed and stepped in. He was completely
soft, and delicious looking.

  "This is the best shower in the world."

  "Would you like me to wash your back?"

  He nodded and I picked up the sponge and started on his shoulders. Slowly
working my way down. He didn't pull away when I reached his crack, so I ran
a soapy finger around his pucker. I did his thighs and legs, and nudged him
by his hips to turn around. He did without resistance.

  His cock had risen to point at his belly button. I continued to bathe him
from top to bottom. Of course I spent extra time on his cock and balls. I
could tell he was in dire need, so I finally relieved him. I swallowed his
cock to the root, lodging it in my throat. Bobbing up and down on it for
just a minute, I again took it in my throat, and he unloaded. His knees
were shaking, and he grabbed my head for support, forcing his cock even
deeper. I wanted to taste him, but let him send it all straight down my
willing throat.

  I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. By the time I had him dried
off, his cock had started to wilt. I love to nurse on a soft boycock almost
as much as a hard one. I took him into my mouth again and this time he was
a more active participant. When he was hard again, he held my head and
started a steady fucking motion. Not hard nor fast, just steady in and
out. It would be good for doggie style on a girl, and I didn't mind it
either. He was able to fuck my face for a long time, and I loved every
second.

  Not really noticing the time, I guess he went about fifteen
minutes. Occasionally he would slow to a stop allowing me to really suck on
the head for a second, he would moan aloud and then he would start
again. All too soon his moaning got louder, and his strokes became
erratic. Then he sort of vibrated to his conclusion, sending his nectar
into my mouth for me to savor. This time I held him in my mouth till he was
completely soft.

  There was an awkward moment, with Tim looking embarrassed. "Did that
bother you?" I asked

  "Yes, and no. I mean I liked it, but I think I liked it too much. Know
what I mean?" he answered shyly.

  "You're still worried, right?"

  "Yeah, I know I liked it, but I'm suppose to like it when a girl does
it. I don't think a girl could make that any better."

  "Well, they say guys give better blow jobs than girls, because we know
what feels good to us."

  "I believe that," he chuckled.

  "Are you sure you have never done anything before? Because for a while
there it seemed like you knew what you were doing."

  He looked rather sheepish, with a big grin on his face. "I have this
large teddy bear at home. It got a tear in it somehow. When I saw it there
between it's legs, I thought it looked like the bear had a pussy. Which
gave me an idea. I guess I've been kinda fucking the bear since then."

  I had to laugh at that mental image. "You've got one on me there. I maybe
a cocksucker, but I've never been a bear fucker."

  He gave me a playful slap on the arm. "Asshole," he called me.

  "Bearfucker," I returned. "So, which do you like better?" I said as if I
were jealous.

  "Oh, you. Definitely you!"

  That evening, Connie and Angelica prepared us a Mexican feast. They
talked about their day of shopping and all the neat clothes they got. Abel
thought it better if he wore suits and got a couple. Connie was glad to
learn she didn't have to wear a cheesy maid outfit, and got some nice
clothes. Tim talked about all his new clothes as well "And I got a computer
and this cool phone too," he exclaimed showing his phone. They were very
excited for him, so I got the three bags out that had their phones.

  "Meester Robert, jew are too kind," Angelica said and pulled me down to
kiss my cheek.

  I thought I noticed some furtive glances between Connie and Carl, but
didn't give it much speculation.

  Later, Abel and Dan joined me for a drink while the ladies cleaned up and
the kids played video games. Abel told us more about the murder and about
Tim finding his mother's body. Tim called Angelica, who called the
superstar's house. That is how they came to be with me.

  Abel explained that Tim had no other relatives, so one of them would have
to be Tim's guardian. I said I thought the grandmother would probably be
considered his next of kin, but wasn't sure.

  "My mother sacrificed a lot to give me an education, she deserves a
break. Connie doesn't have the potential earning power that I have, so once
I have a steady job, I'm sure the court would allow me to be the guardian,"
Able said.

  "I'm sure that's true, but first we have to keep all of you safe till the
murderer is caught," I gave him Jim's number and said he could handle it
for them.

  I missed the nap I had wanted, so I retired to my room early. I was
hoping Toby might come to be with me, but I fell asleep. I don't know how
long I slept before someone shook my shoulder.

  "Robert, you awake?"

  "Tim? Is something wrong?" I said groggily.

  "Everyone's gone and I was lonely."

  "Where's Toby and Abel?"

  "They went to Jacob's. Can I sleep with you?"

  "Sure," I thought something was up, well... besides my dick. I threw the
covers back some and scooted over. Tim took off his slippers then dropped
his robe to reveal his sheer blue briefs.

  "Are you afraid to be alone Tim?" I asked. He's pretty old for that.

  "No. But Jacob said I should."

  "Jacob said you should what?"

  "He said I should sleep with you tonight. That I would be glad I did."

  Jacob, that little shit. I'll have to thank him later.

  "What do you think he meant by that Robert?"

  "I really can't imagine what he meant," I answered as I reached for his
cock.

  I ducked under the cover, pulled down his briefs, and engulfed his cock
in my hot mouth.

  "Oh... That's probably what he meant," said Tim between gasps.

***

  "There is a delivery guy here. I showed him to Tim's room. Sit up and
drink your espresso before it gets cold." Sweet adorable Ada.

  I was alone in the bed, so Tim must have snuck out sometime after I went
to sleep. After my espresso and shower, I went to Tim's room. The
technician was showing him how to work the house systems on the pad.

  "This house is so neat," Tim exclaimed.

  "Yep, I like modern things." I listened to the tech for a while, but my
mind and my eyes were on Tim's crotch. I could just make out the outline of
his cock in his jeans. He noticed where my gaze was, and when I looked at
his face, he gave me an award winning smile and blushed. I guess he was
okay with what happened last night. I know I was.

  I could almost feel his fat knob knocking at the back of my throat, and
his big nuts against my chin. Damn I was getting hard again. Even without
the sex, he was a sweet kid, with killer looks and smart too. I would like
him anyway, I was fortunate that he enjoyed my attention.

  Skype accounts were set up so Carl could work with both Jacob and Tim
without running back and forth. There is just a little over a year between
them, but Jacob's head is only on music.

  I can't say I blame him, he has made millions. He currently had two songs
in top ten, and five top forties. His royalties just pour in
constantly. With the real estate plans, he will be one rich mother fucker.

  I found Abel and took him to my office. I laid out the plans for Jacob's
office building, apartment complex, and retail center. I already had the
office spaces 60% preleased. They were already planning their finish outs
and would take occupation as soon as the spaces were finished. Our bank
took the bottom three floors. The upper floors would be attorneys,
architects, etc.

  After lunch, I took Abel with me to the Mercedes dealership. My Lexus was
two years old and I was tired of it. I picked out a new Mercedes, and gave
my Lexus to Abel.

  "You're shitting me right?" he said in surprise.

  "We can't have our assistant head of operations riding the city bus."

  "Assistant head of operations? Really?"

  "Well, you're still on probation, but I have no doubt you will work out
fine. That is unless you don't want the job?"

  "Are you kidding? Of course I want the job."

  Back at the house, I made a call to my office building's manager. There
was a space available on the ninth floor that would work just fine. An
attorney retired and moved out. He was still paying the lease for another
year. I knew him, so I gave him a call.

  "Roy, you ol' s.o.b., how are you?... Good to hear. Yeah they just told
me you retired... Hey, that's not my fault, you signed the lease. ... Well
maybe I can help you out. Have you moved the furnishings out. ... Ok. I'll
let you out of the lease in trade for your furnishings... Ok, not including
the Picasso, you cheap bastard.... Yes as a matter of fact there is, does
your old secretary need a job. ... Great, give her a call. How much were
you paying her? ... What? Shit. Were you fucking her? Okay, tell her ten
grand less the first year then we'll see. ... Yes I will, and tell Ann I
said hello. Good talking to you."

  Abel just stood and stared. "Did you just get me a furnished office and
secretary with one phone call?"

  "Yep. Here's the address, just put it in the GPS on the car. The building
manager is expecting you. If you don't like the office, we'll see about a
change later. I will tell your secretary to start Monday, by then you
should be up to speed."

  Abel practically ran out. I was tired of dealing with construction
foreman and subcontractors and all that shit. Let him do it.

  When I finally left my office, it was almost dinner time. I found Jacob,
Toby, and Tim, all in the pool. Nude of course. Ada brought me a Scotch as
I sat at a table poolside.

  Jacob sat next to me and said "Tim told us he slept with you last night."

  "He told me that you told him to. That he would be glad he did."

  "Yeah I guess I did say that to him," he admitted. "He said he was glad
he did. He didn't tell us what happened though."

  "Well then, if he wants you to know, I guess he'll tell you."

  "Common Dad. He's gorgeous, he should be a model. And that cock, he's
probably going to outgrow me."

  "It appears so. You have his cute aunt at your house now."

  "I think she took Carl's virginity last night. You should see him today,
floating on air," Jacob informed me.

  "You really think he was a virgin till last night?" I asked surprised.

  "I know he was, I don't think he is now though," Jacob said with a grin.

  At dinner, Abel was gushing about his new office. "It's on the ninth
floor, you should see the view. My desk is huge, like I would expect Bill
Gates to have. Lots of books on the built in shelves... I mean it is just
beautiful. I have a private bathroom with a shower. My secretary has her
own room in the front. There's a conference room too. It's just as I have
dreamed of my whole life."

  "Did you notice the picture of Reagan?" I asked.

  "Yes."

  "There is a safe behind it. When Roy comes to pick up the Picasso, be
sure you get the combination."

  "Will do."

  My phone rang about then. "Hey Alex, how's school? Great! What? Sure you
can come home for Spring break. I was planning to go to the ranch if you
don't mind being there. A friend? I don't see that as a problem, of course
you can bring a friend. Good. Look forward to seeing you. Bye."

  "Ranch?" Tim queried.

  "You don't know about the ranch?" asked Toby.

  "No. What ranch?"

  "You'll see," said Jacob. "About that, Dad. I have a lot of meetings in
L.A. that week. Would you mind if I go stay with the superstar? Oh, and
I'll need Toby too. I also thought it might be a good time for Carl to
visit his parents."

  I tried not to sound too disappointed, "Okay, I guess. Let's see... By a
show of hands who's going to L.A. with Jacob?" Dan, Toby, Carl, and Connie,
raised their hands. "Who wants to stay here?" Ada, Max, Angelica, and Abel,
raised their hands. "Tim, what do you want to do?"

  "I want to go wherever you are going. That is, if you don't mind."

  That made me feel a lot better, my heart melted a little. "Of course you
can go with me. I'll be glad to have company."

Chapter 15

  Most nights, Tim would slip into my bedroom undetected. I don't know how
or when, but during the night he would slip away again. Considering what we
did most nights, it surprises me he could wake up without an alarm clock,
and be in his bed in the morning.

  Some nights I would spend a couple of hours just nursing his great cock
to several orgasms. Other nights, he just wanted to be held. I guess he
felt safe in my arms. His mother's killer had not been caught yet.

  I always sleep nude, and when he started coming to my room, he wore his
sheer briefs under a robe. On the third night, he dropped the robe to
display his totally nude, and I must say, gorgeous body. I relieved him of
his first load before he was even in the bed.

  He didn't mind my nudity. Some nights he would examine my dick close up,
even occasionally jerking me to a climax. For the most part though, it was
him getting off repeatedly. He would sleep spooned in front of me, with my
arms around him. One hand around his chest holding him close, the other
hand on his cock. I held onto it like a baby would hold his pacifier. It
kept me contented.

  One day just before spring break, Abel came into my office. "Robert, may
I have a word with you?"

  "Sure Abel, what's on your mind?"

  "A couple of nights ago, I saw Tim going into your room." Oh shit!

  "Okay, is that a problem?" I asked guardedly.

  "When I asked him about it, he said he had been afraid, and didn't want
to sleep alone. Has he done this before?"

  "A few times," I lied. Almost every night would have been more truthful.

  "Well, as you know, I'm just his uncle. We really have never been that
close. I guess I can understand why he might turn to you when he was
scared."

  "I'm sure it doesn't mean anything. He loves you," I defended.

  "I know. I was just thinking... Well I have heard all the stories about
how you helped Ada and Jacob and Toby."

  AHA. Maybe this wasn't about him being in my bed.

  "I don't have any experience with raising teen boys. Well, any experience
at parenting at all, really," he said almost defeatedly.

  Now we were getting somewhere. I hoped it was where I wanted.

  "Anyway, I was thinking since he seems to like you, and I know you are a
good man, well I thought maybe... that is if you want to... maybe you could
be his guardian."

  I sat quietly for a moment as if I was in shock. "I don't know Abel. What
would his grandmother say about this?"

  "I would have to talk to her. As I said before, she deserves a break from
raising kids though. And we would be right here if you need us. We decided
we don't want to live in L.A."

  Bingo! I felt like I won the lottery. Maintaining a straight face I said
"Since Toby and Jacob are practically on their own already, I guess I
could. But you have to convince Angelica. She is his next of kin. If she
says yes and Tim agrees, then I'm onboard."

  "Thank you Robert. You really are a godsend." Little did he know that
what Tim and I had been doing was rather ungodly.

  Two days later, Tim and I arrived in San Antonio, and took a cab to the
car dealership where Mark worked. I had called ahead to make sure he would
be there this time.

  "Robert! What are you doing here again?" He looked at Tim and then said
"Wait. Is he old enough to drive?"

  "Afraid not Mark. This time it's actually for me. I think I want your top
of the line luxury S.U.V."

  "No problem. What color?"

  "What color do you think, Tim?" He looked around the showroom a second,
and pointed.

  "Champagne Gold it is then. Here, take that demo and get some lunch, and
I will have it ready for you in an hour," Mark said handing me some keys.

  Two hours later, we were headed toward the ranch, I couldn't take my eyes
off Tim's crotch. He wore tight shorts for the warm weather, and that cock
was filling them nicely. It reminded me of the first time I saw Toby.

  My hand had been on his thigh through most of the drive. I moved my hand
up to his package. "You look very sexy," I said casually.

  "Do you really think so?" he asked

  "Yes. Really."

  He gave me that great smile again, then looked around at the traffic. We
were pretty far south of S.A. already, so there wasn't much. He unfastened
his shorts, raised his hips and slid the shorts to his knees. It took me
twenty seconds to pull over. He reclined his seat and said "Please, it's
been like forever."

  It had been less than a day, but it seemed like forever to me as well. I
needed it as much as he did. It was hard by the time I took it into my
mouth. He thrust up and buried it in my throat where it belonged. I love
his cock. I almost came just from sucking him. He didn't last long, and
gave me a healthy load.

  We arrived at the ranch and I pulled up to the gate "Hi Jimmy," I said to
the guard.

  "Robert. I didn't recognize you. You got a new car," he said as he pushed
the open button for the gate. "Welcome home," he said with a wave.

  As we entered, Tim saw all the buildings. It really does look like a
resort instead of an institution. Then he noticed all the boys. Some
fishing, some swimming, other's playing football.

  "I was thinking a ranch would have cows, not boys," he said.

  "We have both," I laughed.

  He had a frightened look on his face. "Do you sell the boys?" I realized
that he was worried I was going to sell him.

  "Oh god no! Nothing like that," he looked a little relieved but still
confused. "This is their home. They raise cattle and crops and learn to
work hard and make something of themselves. They are orphans and
castaways. I help them grow into being good people instead of
criminals. That building there is a school. Those buildings are homes for
them. That is the Rec hall."

  "So they all work for you and you make the money?"

  "No. The money goes into paying for the place. Teachers and staff and
food and clothes and all that it takes to raise fifty boys. There is also
an oil well that helps."

  "You don't get any money from it?" he said surprised.

  "Nope. Not a dime. In fact I could be making millions off this
property. But these boys need a home more than I need more money."

  "What's that big building up there?" he asked as I turned up the road to
the house.

  "That, dear Tim, is our house."

  We entered and was greeted by Vickie "Robert! You're home," she said
giving me a hug and a kiss.

  "Robert!" I turned to see Alex, who also gave me a hug. "Come, I want you
to meet someone," I had forgotten he was bringing a friend with him. We
entered the living room and there stood a quite fetching young lady. "This
is Cynthia Pendleton," Alex allowed.

  "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Robert. I've heard so much about
you," she said.

  I extended my hand "Nice to meet you Cynthia." Instead of shaking my hand
she wrapped her arms around me for a hug. She whispered in my ear "Thank
you for training him so well." Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I knew
she was referring to the training I had given him in bed. I can only assume
she knew the full extent of our relationship.

  "Who is this young man?" Alex asked when he noticed Tim.

  "This fine young man is Tim, my latest protegé. Tim I'd like you to
meet Alex and Cynthia. Alex is the first of our boys to go away to school,
and is now studying Law at Princeton."

  "Hi, Alex. Cynthia. So you lived here?"

  "Yes, but not long enough. I loved it here, still do. That's why I
consider it home, and Rob, I guess would be my dad."

  "I know what you mean, he's kinda my dad too. Never really had one till
Robert," Tim said.

  "Well, you're in good hands. He taught me a lot," Alex said with a
wink. "Rob, can I speak with you a moment?"

  When we were alone in my room, Alex said "Rob, I wanted you to meet
Cynthia because I think she's the one. I'm going to propose to her this
week."

  I had suspected as much and had some concerns. "That's wonderful
Alex. But you have a long way to go in school. It's very hard to
concentrate on school and a family. If she gets pregnant, you may drop
out. That would be horrible for your long range plans."

  "Yes sir. I know. We would wait till we both finish school. It's just
that she is so perfect, and I don't want anyone to steal her. Got to get my
brand on her, if you know what I mean," he answered with a laugh.

  "I can understand that. She's a beautiful girl," I told him

  "She's a lot more than just pretty. She's smart, smarter than me
probably. She's got a great sense of humor. Comes from a good home too. I
would really like your approval on this."

  I was touched. He wanted my endorsement of the girl he wanted to
marry. That was a big honor to me.

  "I have only just met the girl, Alex. Can I let you know later."

  "Of course Robert. I want you to get to know her. You're my best friend
and I love both of you. I want you two to get along. Look, I saved up and
bought this for her. Do you think she will like it?" He reached in his
pocket and pulled out the standard ring box. Inside was a small band with a
diamond chip on it. It reminded me of the promise rings teens give to
girlfriends.

  "It's lovely, I'm sure she will like it." If she loved him she would like
it, but it was a little underwhelming.

  During dinner I found out a lot more about her. She was born in Dallas,
but her father is a heart surgeon in a very well known hospital on the east
coast. She was charming and funny, and most importantly she truly loved
Alex. I could see it in both their faces. They hung on each other's every
word.

  While Vickie served dessert and coffee, I excused myself and made a few
calls.

  When we had finished dessert, I asked Vickie to take a golf cart and show
Tim and Cynthia around the Center. After they left, Alex and I were sitting
at the table alone.

  I looked at him sternly, then slammed my fist on the table. "This will
not do!" I barked at him.

  He was stunned, never having seen this side of me. "I... I don't
under..."

  "Do you remember the time we spent together in Houston at the Galleria?"
He nodded his head. "You are to leave now, go there, and see this man."

  "But... but Robert... I thought you liked her," he was near tears as I
handed him my keys and a paper with info on it.

  "I do like her. That's why you are going to get that lovely woman a
decent ring. When you get back tomorrow, I expect you to propose with
something she can be proud of. Something that will make her parents shit
their pants, not worry about their daughter's future."

  He just stood there a moment. Then he came over and put his arms around
me. "Robert, If I had been given a choice, I would have chosen you for a
father. Without exception, you are the greatest person I could ever have
the pleasure of knowing."

  "Shut up and go get that lady's branding iron," I told him with a smile.

  He was just leaving, when Vickie, Tim, and Cynthia returned.

  "Where are you going?" Cynthia asked.

  "Robert's sending me on an errand to Houston. I'll be back early
tomorrow. Don't worry, they won't bite too hard while I'm gone." Then he
kissed her on her cheek. He turned to Tim and said "I envy the time you
will get to spend with him" and patted him on the arm.

  Cynthia and I sat and talked while Tim played video games. I found her to
be an absolutely charming young woman. If I were a few years younger and
Alex had a huge wart appear on his face, I might make a play for her
myself. But in reality, I was extremely happy for both of them.

  Tim and I went to my room, showered together, and then went to bed. By
the time we got under the covers, he was pretty worked up. I took his
wondrous cock into my mouth and proceeded to give him the best blow job I
could.

  After, I was just toying with his meat, waiting for it to rise again,
when he said "Did you do things with Alex? You know, like sex things."

  I thought it best to be honest. "Yes. Does that bother you?"

  "No... I was just thinking." After a moment he said "You and he had sex
and now he likes girls?"

  "He always did. It's like I said before, you can enjoy all kinds of
things it doesn't make you gay. Either you are or you're not. Jacob likes
girls, Toby is probably gay or maybe bi. Nothing I did made either of them
the way they are."

  This seemed to appease him some. I continued to play with his now rock
hard cock. It really is a pretty piece of meat. The bell shaped head is a
little larger than the shaft, it's longer and thicker than mine, and the
overall color is that virginal pale shade that young teens have.

  "Did you do other things with Alex?"

  "Other things?"

  "You know, like butt stuff," he answered rather shyly.

  "Yes."

  He lay silently for a moment as if waiting for me to say something. Then
he said "Do you want to with me?"

  "Do what with you?" I said just to give him a hard time.

  "You're so mean... do you want to put it in my butt or do you want mine
in yours?"

  "My what in what or what?" I love giving kids shit.

  He jumped on my chest, his cock waving in my face. "You know what I mean!
Do you want to or not?"

  "I would love to. I don't want to do anything that you don't want
though. If you really want that, then I will," I said seriously.

  "I want to try it," he said positively.

  "Okay, which?"

  "It's not like you can hurt me with that little thing," he answered
playfully.

  "Ah. Now who's being mean. I know it's not as big as yours, but it serves
me well."

  I got the lube out of the nightstand and put some on my dick. "Turn
over," he quickly flipped onto his stomach as if he couldn't wait to get
fucked. I placed my knees on either side of his and lubed a finger. I began
playing with his pucker a moment before sliding it in.

  He moaned as it slid in. As I started working it in and out he said "I
knew it wouldn't hurt." Referring to my small dick.

  "That's just my finger, you little shit."

  "Oh. Sorry."

  I inserted a second finger, not quite as gently as I had the first. "OW!
Is that it?"

  "Nope," I worked two fingers in and out until he started lifting his hips
in rhythm to my thrusts, indicating he was ready for more. "Turn over
again."

  He flipped over and looked confused. I placed his legs on my shoulders
and leaned in. Once at his door, I pushed slowly, and the head slipped
in. Being smaller has it's advantages.

  I gradually worked my whole five inches [13 cm] in without causing him
any distress. He moaned and grunted, but never stopped me. He kept his eyes
closed until I began to move easily in and out. Then he looked at me with
such awe and those exquisite eyes spoke volumes. He liked it. There was no
doubt he liked it a lot.

  My natural tendency is more of a bottom, but god I loved fucking this
kid. His facial expressions made me want to just fuck him forever. I have
always been the type to give pleasure more than receive. With Tim, I could
do both. I stroked slow, then fast. Deep or shallow. Making sure I hit his
button the entire time. And it showed. I have never had a more responsive
lover. Then we came at the same time. It was if we were built for each
other.

  I slipped out of him and lay down at his side. "That was
fanfuckingtastic," he said. I readily agreed. After a minute he jumped up
and ran to the toilet. I had to laugh. I gave him a few minutes before
following him. I turned on the shower and got out some robes.

  "You could have warned me about this," he said accusingly.

  "Well, at the time, I had my mind on other things," I said

  "Is it always like this?"

  "There are ways of preparing."

***

  "Espresso, Robert?" Vickie said the next morning.

  "Thanks Vickie, just set it there."

  Tim lay cuddled up to me, looking angelic, as only a young boy can.

  "Your new... um... protegé is quite good looking."

  "Yes he is. Gorgeous in fact. And a sweet kid too."

  "I bet he is," she said as she turned away.

  Tim woke and jerked the blanket up to cover himself, when he saw Vickie
leaving. "Shit. She saw me in bed with you."

  "It's okay. She won't say anything."

  "She'll be... I don't know... funny around me."

  "Is she funny around Alex?"

  "No. She knows about Alex, and she didn't say anything to Cynthia?"

  "She won't say anything to her, but I think Cynthia knows already."

  "I am so confused," he admitted.

  We went down to Tom's office to check on things a little later. Tom
looked at Tim curiously "This isn't one of our boys is it?"

  "No. This is Tim, he's with me."

  "Oh good. I thought I was losing it for a minute there," he laughed.

  "How are the gang doing?"

  "Marvelously. You were right as always. I hear Alex is back for a
visit. It is so neat that he feels this is his home."

  "Yes it is. How is Christian doing, he is next to graduate and leave?"

  "Here, see for yourself," he handed me Christian's file.

  "This is great. Look at his S.A.T. scores. And he got accepted at A&M,
just as he wanted."

  "A nice financial package too. Maybe not quite enough though," Tom added.

  "We'll take care of the rest," I instructed. "Where is he now?"

  "He should be over at the barn."

  Tim and I took a golf cart to the barn and found Christian walking out
the door. When he saw me to broke into a run "Robert, I was hoping you
would come home for the break," he said as he gave me a big hug. "I've
missed you so much. Guess what. I got into A&M."

  "Yeah, I know. That's great. I expect good grades from you there as
well."

  "I won't disappoint you Robert. I promise. Who's this?"

  "This is Tim. Tim, Christian here is another of our success stories."

  "Stop it Robert. You know I couldn't have done it without you. Pleased to
meet you Tim. Listen to Robert, he will steer you right."

  "Want to have lunch with us?" I asked Christian.

  "I would love to, but I have to wash up first," he said indicating to his
filthy work clothes.

  "Okay, see you at the house in an hour."

  We took the cart around the lake, and I pointed things out to Tim.

  "Did you do stuff with Christian too?" Tim asked trying to sound
uninterested.

  "A little. Very little actually. Mostly I gave him a confidence
boost. He's a good kid, but his parents didn't appreciate him."

  "Have you done stuff with all these boys?" Now he was starting to sound a
bit jealous.

  "Oh lord no. I'd be worn out with fifty boys fucking me don't you think?"

  He smiled at the mental picture, "Yeah, I guess you would be too fucked
to bother with me for sure," I stopped the cart under a tree and turned to
him.

  "Tim. I have grown very fond of you. As much as Toby and Jacob. I love
you, and nothing will change that. Until I met Toby, less than two years
ago, I had never been with a boy. I admit, I have since been with a few,
but none compare with you. I will be quite happy with just you in my
bed. Toby and Jacob don't need me anymore. I don't just mean sexually
either. They have already grown into fine young men, not to mention
rich. If you don't want to have sex with me, I understand. I will still
care for you anyway. You don't have to sleep with me for me to help you."

  Tim started to cry. "I'm sorry Robert. It's just seeing those guys, and
they're attractive, and probably have bigger dicks than me. I can't help
wondering if you like them more."

  "Oh baby, don't worry about that. I love your cock, and it certainly
isn't small. I mean, look at mine. You liked it last night, didn't you?" He
nodded rather enthusiastically. "To be honest, I blew Christian once under
weird circumstances, and we did it a couple of times after that, but he
likes a large cock up his ass, and as you know, I don't qualify. Alex, as I
said, likes girls, again I don't qualify. We did a few things, but I knew
he was going to marry a girl some day. It's you that I love, not just your
cock, which by the way, is going to get even bigger. I just hope I can
still handle it when you're older."

  He chuckled and gave me that smile again. "I know I can handle yours, and
I don't think you're going to grow any bigger," he teased.

  "See how mean you are to me. It's a good thing I love you, or I'd have to
hurt you," I laughed.

  We met Christian for lunch. It was fun catching up with him. We talked
about his plans, and school and I reassured him that it would be paid for,
as long as his grades were kept up.

  After lunch Tim and I went to my room where I gave him a world class blow
job. The kind that feels like your head is going to explode. I lay there
still nursing his cock as he determined whether he still had a cranium.

  "Wish we could stay in bed the whole week," he said as I toyed with him.

  "Eventually someone would come looking for us," I said. "I would like to
stay here with you too, but I'm afraid all they would find would be my
emaciated corpse. I do however know a good place to put this," I said about
his cock.

  "You want me to put it in you? It's bigger than yours, will it hurt?"

  "Let me worry about that. You just concentrate on enjoying it," I lubed
his cock, and lay on my back. He climbed between my legs and eased his
wonderful cock into my eager ass. Once seated, he began the same steady
rhythm he used on his teddy bear.

  This time he was moaning aloud "Oh god Robert, I love your ass. This is
so much better than I expected. It's like sticking my dick in a tight glove
filled with warm pudding," I had to giggle at that.

  "Oh, do that again. It gets even tighter when you laugh. Damn this is
good. Can we do this again soon?" He kept that steady stroke going
forever. Long deep strokes, not fast, not slow, steady. Until he got to the
brink. "God Robert, I'm gonna cum." Then he pounded me fast for fifteen
seconds and spewed a geyser in me. He leaned in and kissed me as he came in
me, causing me to unload between our bellies.

  We lay catching our breaths, Tim comatose on top of me. "Was that as good
as your teddy bear?" I kidded him.

  "I'm never gonna touch that bear again. You're my new Teddy."

  "I'll take that as a compliment," I was as contented as I have ever
been. This lovely boy resting in my arms, cock lodged in my ass. Next thing
I know, Tim is hard again inside me. This time he was more urgent. He
fucked me quick and hard, taking his pleasure, and giving me pleasure
too. He lasted pretty long, considering the pace he set. I raised my hips
to let him take me as deep as he could. I wanted his cock to make my ass
it's permanent home. It did.

  I whispered in his ear, encouraging him, "You fuck me so good baby. I
love it. Just like that Tim baby."

  He brought us to a climax together again, then collapsed on me.

  When I looked at the clock, I discovered we had been in bed five
hours. Most of that time his cock was in one hole or another. We showered
and left the bedroom to find Alex and Cynthia sitting by the pool with
drinks. Alex smiled knowingly at Tim, who beamed right back.

  "When did you get back Alex," I asked

  "A couple of hours ago. We had a uh... nap, and we were beginning to
wonder if you two were going to... sleep right through dinner."

  "Not hardly. You know how hungry I get after a nap," I told him.

  "Sleeping makes me hungry too," Tim added. Cynthia almost choked on her
drink hearing that, and we all burst out laughing.

  During dessert, Alex said "Last night while I was driving to Houston, I
called your father." Cynthia looked rather skeptical upon hearing
this. "That man sure likes to talk. We chatted all the way to
Houston. Well, I did talk to your mom too, for a minute. Any way, they
thought it would be a good idea for us to come there a few days before
returning to school." I saw him slip his hand into his pocket.

  "But honey, you wanted to spend this time with Robert," Cynthia
protested. "Why would you agree to that?"

  "Yes. Yes I did. But Robert will understand. You see, I had to ask your
father for a hand," I smiled at that, almost giving it away.

  "A hand? A hand with what?" Cynthia was still confused.

  "Your hand. For marriage," he brought the box from under the
table. "Cynthia Pendleton, will you do me the greatest honor and become my
wife?"

  She sat stunned, not breathing, then a slight gasp escaped. "I... I don't
know what to say."

  "I for one think 'Yes' would be appropriate," Alex suggested.

  "Yes! God yes!" she finally said "This ring is gorgeous. How on earth
could you afford this?"

It was then that I got a look at the ring as he placed it on her
finger. She was right. It was gorgeous. I know it took a bit out of my
wallet.

  "Let's just say that you aren't the only one with nice parents," he said
winking at me.

  "Oh my god Robert. You did this?" She ran to me and threw her arms around
me tight. "Alex has told me over and over that you were the nicest man in
the world. His admiration is not unjustified."

  "Jesus. This ain't about me. This is about you two love birds. So when do
you have to leave?"

  "Day after tomorrow. Apparently, I have to make a formal announcement to
a bunch of friends and family," Alex told us.

  "Yes. My folks are kind of old fashioned."

  "So, it's a good thing I asked your father first?" Alex asked her

  "If you hadn't we probably wouldn't be invited there, ever. In fact, that
is probably the move that got you granted permission to ask. I'm sure it
impressed them immensely." Then she added "Me too. You get huge
relationship points for that" and gave him a kiss.

  We toasted with some Champagne, Tim was even allowed a small amount.

  "Robert, will you be my best man?"

  I got a little emotional, then said "I don't know, I'll have to check my
schedule."

  "You ass. Cynthia's mother said she would need at least a year to plan
the wedding. Can you believe that?"

  "Yes, it takes a long time to plan a big wedding. Besides, it gives
Cynthia time to come to her senses."

  "You're right. Maybe I should marry Robert instead," Cynthia threatened.

  Alex grabbed her and said "I don't think so," he pulled close and kissed
her. Then whispered loud enough for me to hear "You know you like what give
you."

  "Yes, that's true. But there is Tim. He'll have longer training than
you. Maybe I'll trade up later," she said aloud.

  Tim understood this and blushed. Alex said "You hear that Tim. Your
future's looking bright."

  We continued to celebrate till past midnight, when I finally gave in and
retired to my room. I was almost asleep, when Tim came in. He undressed and
climbed in bed. I love watching him undress. I was hard by the time he lay
next to me.

  "What did they mean by training?" he asked me.

  "I helped Alex with some issues on dealing with women."

  "Sex dealing?"

  "Yes. He was not very knowledgeable about girls in general, especially
what is needed to satisfy them."

"So she was saying she wants me to fuck her after I finish training with
you.?"

  "No, not really, she was only pulling Alex's leg, saying she would trade
him for someone with better training. I don't think she has eyes for anyone
but Alex," I said much to his relief.

  "Good, cause I don't want to fuck her."

  "Why? She is a very pretty girl, and nice too."

  "I don't want to fuck any girl. Just you."

  That's why I love this kid, he's so sweet and considerate. "Well, that's
good for now, but you may change your mind some day," I told him, as I
reached for his cock. "Want to practice on me now? I mean in case you
change your mind. Practice makes perfect, you know."

  He climbed between my legs, kissed me as he slid his cock home. "You must
have had a lot of practice, Rob, because you're perfect." God I love this
kid.

***

  "Robert, I have your espresso. Good morning Tim. Would you like breakfast
here or in the dining room?" Vickie needs a bell around her neck.

  "Uh... just a bowl of cereal in there please," answered Tim as he pulled
the blanket up to cover his morning wood.

  We had breakfast and then went to the lake to watch the boys. A couple of
boys I didn't know were just taking a boat out to go fishing. They asked
Tim if he would like to join them. I told him to go ahead, that I would go
see Tom and meet up him him later.

  At Tom's office, he and I chatted a bit about the place in general. I
asked about any issues between the boys, he said there were occasional
squabbles, but nothing major.

  We discussed the crop reports and cattle reports. The place was operating
almost in the black. Tom said "After Jacob's birthday/news conference, I
was contacted by H.E.B. They are carrying everything we produce
now. Randal's in Houston is onboard as well. Our label has become very
popular. Our projections show we could support more residents, even without
increasing the size of our fields. If we increase planting, and cattle
production, we could do even more."

  "Are there more boys that need a place like this?" I asked him.

  "I could fill this place three times over right now with just a few
calls. The state agencies call every day to see if we have openings. As far
as I can tell, Christian is going to provide our next vacancy. Then next
year we have about ten leaving. They all love it here. No one causes
trouble so they get kicked out, so they will all be here till they hit our
age limit," he explained.

  "Well, the age limit isn't cast in stone. We want them to be able to make
it in the real world. Just like our own kids. You wouldn't kick your kid
out just because he hit eighteen, would you. If there is a boy who isn't
college material, we have to be sure he has the skills to provide for
himself."

  Tom nodded in understanding. "We are just getting into things like the
stock show. One of our boys showed a cow that came in second. He sold that
cow for a small fortune. Don't worry. I put the money in an account just
for his college fund. But the important thing is the attention it brought
to our brand. By next year, we will win first place."

  "Okay, okay I get it. We can do more. We can start construction on two
more houses, when they are finished and full, we will do three more. That
will double our residents. Let me see the bank statements for the oil
production."

  There was twenty two million in that account. We could afford the new
houses.

  Looking at a site plan, I showed Tom where new houses would be built.

  I picked up Tim at the dock and he showed me the fish he caught. He was
all excited because the boys were friendly to him. When they discovered he
lived with me, they were full of questions. Then one asked if he lived with
me, then he must know Jacob. Tim said he was like a brother to him and
lived in our home complex. This impressed them even more.

  Alex and Cynthia were leaving the next morning so we spent time with
them. I could see that they were very much in love, and I was happy for
them. I guess we all watch our children grow and leave the nest. Because I
also had sex with them, it was kind of a double heartache to watch them
go. I was very proud of all my boys, Alex was just the first to go to
college and now engaged.

Damn I feel old.

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