Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2019 23:40:05 -0500
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Subject: Campbell Boys part 4 by Cutter09 bisexual adult/youth

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Campbell Boys part3
Chapter 16-20

Chapter 16

  I decided to not stay at the ranch once Alex and Cynthia left, so I got
online to the cruise line and booked a four day cruise. Last minute
bookings get great deals. I got a large suite for a fraction of what it
usually cost. Not that I worry about that sort of thing, but like everyone
else, I love a bargain.

  We left the ranch at the same time as Alex and Cynthia. They were headed
to San Antonio to catch a flight, we were going to Galveston for our
cruise.

  Once onboard, it was very relaxing. Tim enjoyed the huge ship from top to
bottom. I enjoyed watching Tim. Most of all at the pool where there were
lots of teens to admire. He looked hot in his speedo swimsuit, and more
than a few girls noticed how well he filled it. At night in our room, it
was a free for all. He had really begun to love fucking me. It was new to
him still, so that's what he wanted most. I didn't complain, I love having
his beautiful teen cock in me.

  The first night at dinner, Tim said "I can't believe we're on a cruise
ship. I never thought I would get to go on a cruise." So I told him about
the time we chartered a yacht.

  "A yacht? Like a real yacht?"

  "Yes. It was big and fancy, and we had nine crew members waiting on us
hand and foot. Elise was one of the crew, then she was our neighbor. Then
she married an Ambassador, and Jacob bought his house. That's how we have
three houses together."

  "Did you have sex on the yacht?"

  "Of course."

  "Did the boat rock back and forth?"

  "No silly, it didn't rock."

  "So this one won't either. Wanna fuck after dinner?" he said playfully.

  "You're such a smooth talker. I thought you would never ask."

  In the cabin we showered together, and I mentioned that I thought his
cock had grown since I had first seen it. "Do you really think so?"

  "Yes. I bet you are over eight inches [20 cm] now."

  "Almost eight and a half, last time I checked."

  "So, you know it's grown. How often do you measure it?"

  "It's been a couple of weeks."

  "Let me see if it tastes different," I said as I got on my knees in front
of him. I drew him close to me so I could take him to the root. I sucked
him for about five minutes, then stood. "Nope still taste delicious." Then
I walked into the bedroom leaving him high and dry. Well, not so dry, but
high and hard.

  He chased after me. "You're not going to leave me like this are you?"

  "I thought I might go down to the casino for a while," he looked like I
had slapped him and called him a troll. Then I grabbed him and threw him on
the bed and went straight down on his cock with my eager mouth.

  "You... shit," he said as I engulfed him. "You better get it really wet
with your mouth, because I'm not gonna use lube on you, for being so mean."

  He attacked me and turned me on my back. Then unceremoniously, pushed his
cock in me.

  Okay, I admit. It hurt. I still didn't stop him from fucking me
senseless. I loved that boy so much, he could have fucked me with a red hot
poker and I would have let him.

  The next day at the pool, Tim was enjoying the water slide feature they
have on this ship. He soon picked up a young companion. A boy of about ten,
maybe eleven. He was a cute kid, though from his tight swimsuit, I could
tell puberty hadn't hit him yet.

  Soon, they were huddled together in the pool talking. Then they got up
and walked to the restroom. Five minutes later, Tim's friend came out and
ran away. I was beginning to get concerned when Tim didn't show for a few
minutes. Then Tim appeared and sat beside me.

  "What was that all about?" I asked him as he wrapped a towel around
himself.

  "You mean with Jonathan? He said he could tell I have a big dick, and
wanted to see it. We went to the restroom and I showed it to him. He showed
me his too. It's really little, probably two inches hard. He played with my
cock and got me hard, so I had to wait for it to go down before I came back
out."

  "Well your big cock must have scared him, he ran away like a bat out of
hell."

  "Naa, he's going to find his sister. She saw me at the pool yesterday and
told him she wished she could see me without the swimsuit. I'm going to
meet them in thirty minutes at their room."

  This revelation surprised me. "How old is the sister?"

  "Fourteen."

  "Okay Tim. First, you have to be very careful in this situation. Her
parents are not going to be happy to come to the room and find you with
their teenage daughter. Especially if your big cock is inside her. Second,
she is old enough to get pregnant. You don't need that in your life right
now."

  "Rob, I am not going to fuck her. I wouldn't if she begged me
to. Jonathan said he and his sister have their own room, and their parents
have one, so I don't think I will get caught with my dick hanging out."

  "Promise me you won't fuck her?" I'm not sure if I was really more
concerned about her getting pregnant, or if I were jealous of her.

  "I promise. I'm really not interested in fucking anyone but you."

  I love this kid.

  He said he would meet me in the dining room for lunch, and off he went. I
was more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking
chairs. My stomach was twisted into knots. It was like knowing a bomb was
going to drop any minute, and there was nothing I could do about it. I
didn't relax until I saw him enter the dining room.

  He sat down and picked up the menu as if nothing were different. He sat
there perusing the menu with a big grin on his face. The little shit was
torturing me.

  I couldn't take anymore. "Goddammit, what happened?"

  "She liked it," he said without looking away from his menu. Then he added
"A lot."

  This bothered me. It was if he was saying he fucked her with it and she
liked it.

  "You promised you wouldn't fuck her," I accused.

  "I didn't. But I did let her suck it. She's not as good as you. She
wanted me to fuck her but I refused. Jonathan held my dick as she sucked
it. I think that is what help me to finally cum in her mouth."

  "What does this girl look like?" I asked with maybe a hint of jealousy in
my voice.

  "Look behind me. Two tables down across the aisle," he answered, again
without taking his eyes off the menu.

  I casually looked to where he indicated. There sat a very cute girl in a
white blouse and mini skirt. You couldn't tell by her face that she was a
cocksucking slut. She looked like an innocent virgin. She caught me looking
and smiled at me. Then she glanced down. I followed her eyes and she spread
her legs to show me she wasn't wearing panties. I was too far away to see
the details, but not far enough to not get an erection.

  "Do you see her?" Tim asked.

  "Yes. I see a lot of her," I answered breathily.

  "Is she showing her pussy?"

  "Yes. Why is she doing that?"

  "I had told her it was just me and my dad on the ship. When I wouldn't
fuck her, she wanted to know if you would be interested. I said she would
have to ask you that. She's asking you the same way she asked me. Showing
her pussy is an invitation."

  "If she keeps showing her pussy around, someone is going to take her up
on that," I warned

  "Do you want to fuck her?" Now he sounded a little jealous.

  "Well, it has been a while since I had some teen pussy," I said
leadingly.

  He put his menu aside and just looked at me. I could actually see the
hurt in his eyes.

  "But, It's only your boy pussy I want," I said reassuringly.

  He gave me that glorious smile and said "That was the right answer. Maybe
you will get lucky later."

  "I'm the one who should be angry. You let her suck your cock, and you
came in her mouth."

  "We're horny teenagers. It would have looked suspicious If I had said
no. What teen boy in a room with a naked girl is going to say no. It would
have been even worse if I said 'I'm saving my load for my dad, so you can't
have it'. Now wouldn't it?" he argued.

  I had to laugh at the imagery "I suppose you're right. But stay away from
her. Your next load is mine.

  After a minute I said "Naked huh?"

  "Yes. She has a nice body. Cute pussy if you like those things. They
smell funny to me."

  "Smell funny? Just how close to her pussy did you get?"

  "Well, after she blew me, I felt I should return the favor. Tastes funny
too."

  "Tim! Did you?"

  "Just kidding. I only fingered her a little. I could smell it on my
finger afterward. I stopped to wash my hands before coming to dinner."

  "You little shit."

  About then she came up to our table. "Hi Tim. Is this your dad?"

  "Yes. This is Sophie."

  "Pleased to meet you Sophie," I said, trying to be polite.

  "Did you see anything... on the menu ... that you like."

  She is definitely a brazen little slut.

  "Everything looked very appealing. But, I'm afraid, a little spicy for my
age," I answered, emphasizing the word age.

  "Well, If you change your mind, Tim knows where to find me." She offered
as she returned to her family.

  We had fun the rest of the trip, just Tim and I. By the time we returned
home, Toby had moved into his own house.

  My sons no longer needed me. I had acquired, and lost two sons in two
years. Maybe not lost, but certainly they had moved on. If not for Tim, I
would have been devastated.

  We spent some evenings together, and some Sunday nights. For the most
part, they were just too busy for me.

  Jacob had his music and tutoring. Toby had school, and his relationship
with Mike was still going strong. Mine and Jacob's business adventure was
well under way, thanks to Abel's hard work. My partnership with David and
Jim was paying off well. The ranch was running superbly. All I had left was
Tim. Not that he was a great burden, I loved the kid more every day.

  One Sunday evening, we were swimming in our pool. Tim had at first been
reluctant to get nude in front of everyone, but was soon persuaded. Jacob
came to me and said "Damn! That kid is hung. He's outgrown me and headed
toward Dan, I believe." Jacob was right, Tim was growing fast. I could tell
a difference in my ass as well.

  "I think you're right. He gets bigger every day," I told him with a lilt
in my voice.

  "How are things in the bedroom?" he asked

  "Why? Are you jealous? You and Toby don't come see me." It came out more
hurtful than I wanted.

  "Sorry Dad. You know we love you. We're just busy. Toby is working on the
lyrics for my album. I have two more songs coming out next week. It's just
crazy these days."

  "I know, Jacob. I didn't intend for that to sound so mean."

  "So... How is he?"

  "Delicious," I answered. If he gets a little jealous, good. He should
visit me more often.

  Even Dan said "If you get tired of him, Rob, send him my way. I'm
versatile, he can top, or I would do him in a heartbeat."

  "Dan, you'd kill him with that weapon, and soon he will have one just as
big. Do you want it in your ass?"

  "I'd sure like to give it a try," he laughed.

  When Tim and I were alone he said "Damn. Dan has a huge dick."

  "Yes I know."

  "Have you had sex with him?" Tim, always worried about his cock size.

  "Yes."

  "If you had him, and Toby, and Jacob, why did you have sex with me? I'm
not that big."

  "Tim, first, I love you. Not just your cock. For some people size might
matter, but not me. Second, you're already bigger than Jacob, probably
almost as big as Toby. You are still growing, you might get even bigger
than Dan. I admit I enjoyed my time with Dan, but it was because he is a
wonderful guy. I love you. I love our time together. You need to stop
worrying about the size of your cock. It is well above average and still
growing. Even if it was only as big as your little finger, I would love it
just as much. In my hand, my mouth, my ass, it is your cock and I love
you."

  "I'm sorry Rob. It's just that.," he started to cry.

  I hate when someone I love is hurting. It tears me up inside. "Oh,
Tim. Honey what is it?"

  Between the tears he said "I never told anyone this. The night before my
mom..." I could see this was very painful for him. "... the night before I
found my mom, they had a party. Lots of drugs and drinking. I went to my
room and tried to ignore them. I mean, it was no different than any other
time. I finally fell asleep, but I woke up later when he was yelling at
her. I heard him slap her and yell 'You're just looking for a bigger
cock. I saw you. You were all over him', then he hit her again.

  "I peeked in and she was on the ground pulling herself up by clutching
his pant leg. She was pleading with him 'No sweety. That's not true. Let me
show you.' She opened his jeans and pulled them down. She started sucking
his dick. He did have a little one. I was shocked at how small it
looked. It was even smaller than yours."

  I listened to his story, and tried not to worry about my penis size, but
the way he said that... like someone would be hard pressed to find one
smaller than mine. It made me wonder if mine was too small for him.

  He must have read my expression, because he said "Sorry. I didn't mean
that the way it sounded. He just had a really small dick. He's a big guy,
but it looked like she was blowing a nine year old."

  Tim cried a minute longer, then added "I could see by her face, she
really did want a bigger one. I wouldn't have blamed her for looking at
some other guys package. I guess I kinda worry if I'm big enough for
you. If maybe you want a bigger one like she did. Then I see Dan, and I
know you had him, so it all comes back to me again.

  "The next day I found her. She was naked, and blood was everywhere. I
thought, maybe she found a bigger dick and got caught with it."

  My heart went out to the poor boy. He had been carrying that around with
him. Every time we had sex, or he found out about a previous lover of mine,
he would see his dead mother all over again.

  "Baby boy." I drew him to me and kissed his cheek and held him. "I'm so
sorry I can't bring your mother back to you. No one knows for sure what
happened that day, or why he killed her. I can only promise you that it is
you I love, and your cock is perfect. I dare say, that anyone who isn't
happy with your cock inside them, is probably hollow anyway, and no one
could please them."

  He chuckled at that a little.

  "You said you could see in her face that she wanted a bigger one," he
nodded his head against my chest.

  "Have you ever seen that look on my face?" he shook his head. "No, and I
promise you never will. Look at me now and tell me what you see."

  He leaned away and examined my face.

  "Love, and compassion," he answered. I hugged him and kissed the top of
his head.

  "And a hint of horniness." he added in my ear.

  When Summer came, Sean and the superstar arrived also. Sean was here to
keep his promise to sing on Jacob's first album. He stayed at Jacob's
house, but managed to visit me also.

  Superstar spent a week at my house, just relaxing away from the hustle
and bustle of Hollywood. I truly enjoy her company. She is so different
from her public reputation.

  She had done wonders with Sean's handicap too. He still stuttered some,
but not like he did before. He used to be so insecure, he couldn't open his
mouth without the stutter paralyzing him. Except of course when he sang.

  Jacob had written two singles for him, and they did two duets, on the
album. The rest of the songs were Jacob singles. It's not for public
knowledge, but the superstar sang background on one of the singles. She
happened to be there when Jacob was working on it and just jumped in. They
both liked it so much they recorded it. She didn't want her name on the
credits, because she is retired, don't you know. I knew it would be
impossible for her to just quit cold turkey.

  Jacob is the Paul McCartney or Elton John of his generation. Actually, If
you took DNA from ten of the top musical geniuses in history and, made a
clone of it, that would be Jacob. Everything he touches turns to gold. His
singing voice is very nice, but the music is incredible. Combined with
Sean's voice... pure magic.

  The superstar was with us a week then had to go back to L.A. "I promised
my friend Karen Donovan I would make an appearance at her annual charity
fashion show. Having celebrities equals lots of press and big spenders
which means more money for her charity."

  Sean was staying till the recording was finished, and would be safe with
Dan around. I told her we hated to see her go because we enjoyed her
company.

  "Why don't you join me? You could take in a few sights and go to the
fashion show with me. I hate public appearances, it will be good to have
someone with me that I like."

  So Tim and I flew to L.A. with her. It was the first time Tim had been
there since his mom's murder. I could tell he was a little tense when we
landed. "Are you okay, Tim?"

  "Yeah, just remembering things," he answered cryptically.

  I understood, and gave his hand a squeeze and a kiss to his head.

  We saw a few sights, with the superstar as our tour guide. It was a lot
of fun because she has a great sense of humor, and just fun to be
around. We even got her to put her feet in her star on the hollywood walk
of fame. She made a crude gesture, and I have the pic to prove it. Then she
was recognized and we got mobbed. We made a dash for the limo and barely
escaped with our lives.

  The next night was the fashion show. The designer, Karen Donovan, ran up
to her good friend and gave her a big hug and air kiss. "Thank God you're
here. I was worried you had forgotten. It would be just like you to not
come and say you forgot. I know how you hate these things."

  Superstar was on her best behavior "Bitch, when have I ever let you
down?" She retorted.

  "Well there is always a first time, you slut." She said with a grin. "And
who is this gorgeous creature?"

  "My friends Robert and Tim. Robert is Jacob Campbell's father."

  "Hi Robert." She said without even looking at me. Her attention was only
on Tim. "You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. Look at that bone
structure. And not a blemish on him. Do you model?"

  "I... I'm afraid not." Said Tim nervously.

  "Let me see you walk."

  "Walk? Walk where?" Tim was getting even more nervous.

  "Walk boy. There and come back." she said pointing.

  Tim obeyed and started off. "God he's a natural. Can I have him?" She
said to the superstar.

  "He's not mine to give."

  Turning to me she said "Richard I must have him, just for the show."

  "Name's Robert, and I don't own him," I answered just as Tim reappeared
at my side.

  "Tim. Darling. You must be in my show. I'll give you two hundred for each
outfit you model for me."

  He studied her a moment and said "Lady, you already owe me five hundred
for that trek you just sent me on."

  She turned to her friend and said "He has been hanging out with Jacob,
hasn't he. Okay five per outfit it is then." She yelled at someone named
John "Dump Mario, he's stoned anyway. Tim here is replacing him."

  We made our entrance to thunderous applause and camera flashes. Of
course, being with the superstar who was the biggest celeb there, we had
great seats on the front row.

  Karen made an opening statement about her charity and then started the
show. There were several pieces before Tim made his first appearance. He
was wearing a suit that belied his youth. His hair was slicked back and he
had on fake glasses. He could have been a Wall Street banker.

  His second outfit was a pastel linen pant and shirt that can be seen
anywhere in L.A.

  Third was a board short style swimsuit, unbuttoned floral shirt, and flip
flops.

  Last, he was barefoot with a g-string bikini. It was a pouch on a string,
and the pouch wasn't large enough to contain his ample endowment. As he
passed by us, each step revealed a gap between the pouch and his groin. We
could just make out his equipment at each gap flash. The audience had
quieted when he first stepped on the runway. As he strutted the length of
the runway, more than a few murmurs and gasps could be heard from the women
and some of the men as well.

  Superstar said "Do you know any small boys, Robert?"

  "I have my standards," I replied, and we both laughed.

  "He really is beautiful." She added

  At the end, each model walked the runway again and were applauded, Tim
made his final strut to a standing ovation, which took us all by surprize.

  Karen was delighted with him. At the after party she just never stopped
talking about her 'newest discovery'. "I'm going to make you a star." She
told him.

  "I don't think I want to be a star. But as of now you owe me twenty five
hundred," he really has been hanging out with Jacob too much.

  What no one counted on was the amount of publicity these things
receive. We had been back home a week, and several major modeling agencies
called Tim. He turned them all down. The call we didn't like was from the
superstar. "Robert, have you been watching the news?"

  "No. Why, what's up?"

  "There was a hostage situation at Karen's house."

  "Oh my god. Is she alright?"

  "She's pretty shaken. The police managed to get her out after a gunfight
with the intruder. Robert, it was Tim's mother's murderer."

  "What!? How?" I was flabbergasted.

  She went on to explain how because of all the press coverage of the
fashion show, Tim's pictures had been in several publications. Carlos (the
murdering boyfriend) had tracked down John, the show director. Carlos beat
him senseless until he got the information he wanted. Which was the
whereabouts of Tim. John told him Tim was a friend of Karen's, before
receiving a bullet in the head.

  Carlos proceeded to Karen's house. Karen's security company alerted
police to the hostage situation.

  The good news was that Carlos was dead, and Tim's family was safe from
him now.

  Though it was good that the family no longer had to fear for their lives,
I now was afraid the family would move back to L.A. taking my Tim away from
me.

  I hadn't seen much of Abel lately, so I stopped by his office.

  "Hey Robert. I'm glad you're here. I have something for you."

  He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out some papers, and handed them
to me. It was the guardianship of Tim.

  "Jim sent these over a while back. You need to sign them and return it to
him, then Tim is all yours."

  I looked at the papers thinking I could just sign, and never tell them
about Carlos. Tim would be mine before they knew the whole story. Before
they could change their mind and take him from me.

Chapter 17

  "Abel, there's something I have to tell you, before I sign this. Your
sister's murderer has been killed by the police. Now I know..."

  "Yes, I know. I saw his picture on the news and alerted the police as to
who he was. We are all very glad he got what was coming to him."

  I must have looked shocked, because Abel continued. "I personally would
have preferred him to be some big black guy's butt buddy in prison for the
rest of his life, but this will do. Now that our family is free and safe,
we can get on with the rest of our lives. In Tim's case, we need to get
this settled. I hope you haven't changed your mind about being his
guardian."

  "No... Uh I would be delighted to be his guardian. I was concerned that
you and your family might decide to leave, since the situation has
changed."

  "Robert, listen. You, Jacob, and Toby, and even mean ol' Ada, are our
family now. You opened your home and your heart to us when we were at our
lowest. You gave me my dream job. Toby and Mom have become as close as you
and Ada. Connie loves Jacob, and is dating Carl now. If they get more
serious, they may move away someday. Otherwise, I'm afraid you are stuck
with us. I couldn't pry Tim from you if I wanted. He would kick and scream
all the way to the car. Besides, Mom would kill me if I tried."

  I'm sure I had a 'cat that ate the canary' look on my face. "Abel, I am
so glad you and your family feel that way. We certainly have come to love
you all as well. You have done an excellent job here for Jacob's project
too. I assume you intend to stay onboard."

  "Of course. Jacob and I have already started on plans for our next
project. Besides being a musical genius, Jacob has a very strong business
sense as well. He bought a huge area of old mostly abandoned warehouses and
two factories down the river a ways. He is going to revitalize the area. It
will be a marvelous project and will help the area so much."

  "Damn. I have to talk to him more often. I had bid on the two factories
myself. I never knew who outbid me," I laughed

  "Look at this." Abel pulled out a couple of large pieces of paper. "This
is his drawing of what he wants to do there. The two factories which are
right on the river, will be turned into a multi-use convention center. The
adjacent warehouses will be hotels. Over here, are shopping and
restaurants. This area will be upscale housing. This is apartments. It's
like it's own little city." Abel said as he pointed out areas of the
drawing.

  "That's quite a project. It's going to take a lot to get it underway," I
warned.

  "Jacob has already arranged financing, went to the city council and got
permits and zoning taken care of. He is getting a property tax deferment
because the city will make so much off hotel and retail sales tax. He has
the mayor on speed dial I think, because she is really gung ho on the whole
project. It will give this city a huge uplift in tourism and
conventions. Not to mention cleaning up an area that had become a haven to
druggies and transients."

  "He did all that himself? How does he have time? And this drawing... Its
great. Laid out perfectly. I'm amazed."

  Abel went to a file cabinet a pulled out a stack of paper. "These are
drawings of each building's renovation. Some of it to scale. The kid is
brilliant. He had it all worked out before he bought the property. What
scares me is, he was in Houston a couple of weeks ago, and came back and
said 'I got an idea for Houston.' I have no clue what it is, but you can
bet it will be grand. Most cities wouldn't give a kid his age the time of
day, but because he is famous and brilliant, he just walks in and talks to
mayors or governors like he would a school chum. I can't believe my boss is
just a teenager, and that I admire him so much."

  "Where does he come up with these ideas?"

  "Well the factory project, he told me he got the idea from what they did
to the old Pearl brewery in San Antonio. He remembered the two factories
here, just a mile from where he used to live. He thought this would help
the area and the folks that live there. So, besides making him a shitload
of money, he has very altruistic motives as well. Those people will be the
beneficiary of this long before he will. I am sure that comes from the
example you set with the ranch."

  I got a little choked up at that. I never knew that side of him. He has
always been such a hardass when dealing with artists. Underneath the rough
exterior, lies a heart of gold.

  When I left Abel's office, I decided to stop by the bank which had
recently opened their new offices in the building owned by Jacob.

  I found Bryan Ford's office and his secretary asked "Who should I say is
waiting?" when I asked to see him.

  "Robert! Come in, come in. Very good to see you again. What can I do for
you?" Bryan said extending his hand.

  "I just came by to see if you need any kind of guarantees or anything
regarding Jacob's latest venture."

  "No, I think we have it all taken care of. It is a large sum, and we
farmed out some of it, but we are underwriting the full amount. After all,
Jacob is our number one customer. You were right when you said he would
quickly surpass you in wealth. He has done that, and at such a young
age. The Campbell Road project is paying off handsomely. His music
royalties are through the roof. The latest project is nothing short of
brilliant.

  "Did you know he did a tv commercial for us? His celebrity has become
quite important to our little bank. Well, I say little. When in reality we
have become rather large, thanks to you and your family. We are now the
number one bank in the county. Two in the state."

  "I'm glad we could be of service," I told him. Though I would rather have
not felt used.

  I exited the parking lot onto Campbell road, and was instantly aware that
everything around me was owned by Jacob. I turned left into Campbell Road
Studio, named as an homage to Abbey Road by the Beatles.

  I found Jacob in his office. He looked less like a teen ager than a very
engrossed business man. He was bent over working on sheet music, scrawling
notes as quickly as possible. Stacks of paper, some musical, some drawings,
were spread on his desk.

  "Jacob?... Jacob?"

  "Dad! What are you doing here?" he asked, looking up in surprise.

  "I was in the neighborhood. Where's Dan? Why are you alone?"

  "I'm here." Came Dan's voice over some device behind Jacob.

  "He is monitoring me, relax. He probably saw you enter the parking lot."

  "I did." Dan's ghostly voice reported.

  "I swear he watches me take a shit." Laughed Jacob.

  "Uh... No thanks." The ghost responded.

  Jacob liked to sound put out, but in reality, he was very happy to have
Dan around. He had saved Jacob's ass on many occasions.

  "I haven't seen much of you lately. I came by to see how you are. I was
just with Abel and saw the latest project. It looks marvelous."

  "About that, Dad. Sorry I overbid you, but I needed the two factories for
the whole idea to work."

  "It's okay, son. I just wish you would have told me, you probably could
have gotten it cheaper if I withdrew my bid."

  "I'll remember that in the future. Look... I just got the artist
rendition of the convention center from the Architects."

  I studied the drawings and was amazed at the whole concept. The two
factories were connected on one side by a covered but glass sided
walkway. A waterfall cascaded from the center of it down to the river
below. Lush gardens and trails along the river between the two buildings
completed a beautiful setting. Small cafes and shops were interspersed in
the walkways.

  The factories facade and overall structure would remain, but the interior
would be completely redone to allow for multi-use convention spaces, and
sporting/concert events.

  "Hyatt has already taken one hotel spot, and there are four other chains
vying for the other," he said while pulling out another scale drawing. This
one was a professional drawing of the whole area. "The Hyatt will be next
to the convention center at the river's edge. They will tie into the whole
theme of the center right down to the waterfalls and decor. This warehouse
is in really bad shape and will have to be torn down. I was going to do
more retail there but am considering another office tower. What do you
think?"

  I laughed and said "I think you have already made up your mind and it
doesn't matter what I think." Jacob nodded and laughed with me.

  "What is this here?" I asked pointing to a large area.

  "Three warehouses. Structurally sound. We are turning them into an
indoor/outdoor mall. The same bucolic setting with gardens and water
features. Several major retailers are onboard... but Jim is handling those
bids and will decide who gets what."

It was then I noticed the name at the bottom of the rendition. "ROBERT
CENTER"

  "What's that?" I asked dumbfounded.

  "Well, you named your ranch after me and Toby, I thought I should return
the favor."

  I hugged him to me "I'm honored. But aren't you working too hard? You
don't spend any time playing, it's not good to have no relaxation time."

  "This is relaxing to me. My music has to come out, and Ideas have to be
put to paper. Once that occurs, I have to follow through and make it
happen. I get something in my head and it forms and grows and I have to do
it. Luckily, now I can afford it."

  "You and Toby have birthdays coming up. Why don't we take a trip or go to
the ranch. It will do you good to get away for awhile."

  "Afraid I can't Dad. Too much going on. Toby might be able, but you'd
probably have to take Mike too," he allowed, considering Mike and Toby were
still an item.

  "Next week is Elise's wedding in Washington. Will you make it to that?"

  "Yep, already on my calendar. I only have a couple of days though."

  I had noticed that Elise's wedding was on the same day as my birthday,
but hadn't mentioned it to anyone. It was, after all, her special
day. Jacob invited Tim and I to join him on his chartered Gulfstream
Jet. We left home Friday morning to make it in time for the rehearsal at
the church and of course the rehearsal dinner that evening, The wedding was
Saturday, and we were leaving on Sunday.

  Tim was beside himself, riding on a private jet for the first time. I
have to say, Jacob knows how to travel in style. The jet is
gorgeous. "Jacob, it must cost a fortune to charter a jet, why not buy
one?" I asked.

  "Dad, you know the old saying. If it flies, floats, or fucks, it's
cheaper to rent. I have certainly found that to be true," he laughed.

  "You're probably right about that son," I told him. Tim seemed to think
that was the funniest thing her ever heard. He spurted soda through his
nose with laughter.

  The wedding was beautiful. Elise was a beautiful bride. Even little Jenny
was beautiful. She had blossomed in the last year, having a bit of a chest
now, and taller, almost gangly. Of course she and Jacob disappeared for a
while Friday night.

  I was proud to give Elise away. I gave her to a great guy. Most of
Washington's elite were there. We had pictures made with everyone,
including that sham they call a president. I have to admit, he was very
cordial to us, and was delighted to be pictured with Jacob. That would be
the picture on the front page the next day. Fortunately the bride and groom
were in the pic as well, or I would have felt bad for Elise.

  Sunday, we were on the jet again, when Jacob said "I need to make a quick
stop in New York, before we head home."

  A limo picked us up. We arrived in an alley in front of a stage door,
which was immediately opened to let us enter. There was a lot of activity
around us, musicians coming and going. Jacob disappeared into an office. I
am used to Jacob's life in the music industry, so thought nothing of
it. Tim, of course was interested in all the goings on.

  Finally a stage hand asked if we would like to watch the show while we
wait for Jacob. Tim got excited so I said sure. He escorted us to the front
row where there was two open seats. I noticed instantly that we were way
underdressed. The entire audience were wearing tuxedos and formal gowns. I
could hear musicians warming up. Then the lights went down, and the curtain
went up.

  There was a full orchestra onstage. Then an announcer said "Ladies and
Gentlemen, Jacob Campbell."

  Jacob entered the stage in a tux, carrying a wooden box. He sat the box
on the music stand in front of him. He pulled out a baton. It was then I
recognized the gift I had given him.

  "I would like to dedicate this maiden performance of my first Symphony to
the greatest man I know. My father," he pointed at me in the
audience. There was applause, but I was crying too hard to really
notice. "Happy birthday Dad. Sorry we couldn't do this yesterday."

  I can't tell you much about the symphony. I was too emotional to really
take it all in. But as with everything Jacob does, I know it was
perfect. He of course needed no sheet music. It was all in his head. He
directed that orchestra like he plays the guitar or piano. With him at the
helm they made love to their instruments and the audience.

  It was unlike any symphony I had ever heard. I swear it was sex for the
ears. There were probably more than a few wet seats at the end.

  There was a reception after in the hotel across the street. I was swamped
by people congratulating me. Jacob entered to thunderous applause. Dan of
course leading him through the crowd to me. I simply melted into his
embrace.

  "I am so proud of you Son. That was the most wonderful thing I ever
heard," I told him.

  Dan leaned in and whispered "I came in my pants."

  Back home, things returned to normal, well normal for us anyway. Jacob's
international stardom casts a large shadow to live under. He is recognized
everywhere, and Dan earns his pay every day.

  Tim is always delighted to be spotted with Jacob. He likes all the
notoriety. It is difficult to go to places where normal people go, so we go
where celebrities go. Expensive resorts and such. As a family, we run with
the likes of the superstar.

  By ourselves, Tim and I go as normal people. Even though I'm rich, my
face is not as recognizable as Jacob's. But we are photographed everywhere
with Jacob. Tim is so striking, so beautiful, he sometimes gets recognized
as a celebrity because he is always with them and is so attractive. It
became difficult for us to go even to a movie or restaurant.

  I decided that I needed someone else as security. Max was at home when we
were, but didn't want to travel since he was married to Ada now. So I
called Aaron.

  "Hey Aaron, how are you?"

  "Doing good sir. What's up?"

  "Well, I need someone up here permanently, want the job?"

  "I appreciate you thinking of me sir, but I'm engaged now. We just bought
a small place up by Fredricksburg, so I don't see how I can do it right
now."

  "I understand completely. No worries. Who would you recommend then?"

  "Hmm... Well, John's good, but I don't know if he can do it. He is taking
care of his nephew right now."

  "Okay, thanks. I'll give him a call."

  John was one of Dan's original team members who came to work for me. I
knew him to be quite formidable looking and well qualified.

  "John, I need someone here on a permanent basis. Interested?"

  "I would be, sir. But I'm afraid I am rather busy with my nephew at the
moment. He's quite a handful and needs a lot of supervision."

  "What seems to be the problem?" I asked.

  "I don't want to burden you with my problems sir."

  "Hey. My speciality is problem solving. What's up?"

  "My brother's in jail for assault. He beat up his wife's brother when he
wouldn't tell him where she was. She just up and left one day. Probably
because of my brother's temper. Anyway, I took in my nephew, who has
started acting out. I don't blame him, he's just a confused kid. Grew up in
a shitty environment. Oh, sorry sir. Excuse my language."

  "Sounds to me like you need to come here. Like you said, shitty
environment. Time to change environments. Come up for a week, if it doesn't
work out, you can still get back to Texas before school starts."

  "It's worth a shot. At this point, I'm willing to try anything. I'll see
when we can get a flight out, and call you back."

  "Actually, I have a better idea. I'll call you back."

  I hung up and called Jacob. "Son, I have a favor to ask."

  Then I called John back. "Is your brother in San Antonio?"

  "Yep. Bexar County Jail. Why?"

  "Take your nephew to visit his dad. Make sure he sees plenty of iron
bars, and prisoners. Then, be at the airport at five. Someone will meet
you."

  "Whatever you say, sir."

  It was almost nine when the limo dropped them off. "Good to see you
again, sir. This is my nephew William." John said shaking my hand.

  William was a lanky boy of about fourteen. Not particularly cute, but it
was obvious he would turn into a handsome man in a rugged sort of way.

  "Call me Bill." Was all he said.

  "Very nice to meet you Bill. Tim will you show him to his room, he may
want to freshen up a bit."

  When they had gone, I asked John how it went.

  "It was priceless. First at the jail, he was shocked to see them bring in
a prisoner in chains. Hands and feet. Must have been some dangerous
dude. Then we saw his dad. I hate that I have to say his dad instead of my
brother. I'm just so ashamed of him. Apparently he had been in a jailhouse
fight. Pretty banged up. Black eyes, cuts, the whole nine yards.

  "Then at the airport, a gorgeous blond met us and escorted us to the
jet. He looked at me and asked 'How can you afford this on a rent-a-cop
salary?' I told him I'm not a rent-a-cop, I'm in personal security.

"The blond brought us soft drinks, and he just sat there taking it all
in. Then Jacob entered from the back of the Jet. William... I mean Bill
dropped his drink and stared. Jacob came up to me and gave me a hug and
said 'John, it's so good to see you again.' Then he looked at the mess on
the floor and back up at Bill, motioned to the blond and she came and
cleaned it. 'You must be William.' Jacob said.

  "This is the funny part. William is named after his father. He has always
insisted on being called William. It was right then that he said 'Please
call me Bill.' It was the first time he ever said that. It was as if he
wanted to separate himself from his father.

  "Then Jacob said 'Well, Bill, your uncle is a very special part of my
team. My father has asked him to come to our home, because he admires and
respects your uncle. John's decision will be based on your behavior. So you
have a choice. You can act like a badass gangsta, and eventually occupy a
cell next to your dad. Or you can be a civilized human being and live like
this.' Then Jacob sat up at the front of the jet and pulled out some sheets
of paper from a briefcase.

  "Wil... I mean Bill turned to me and said 'You work for Jacob Campbell?'
I said 'Yes.' Dan came up and shook my hand, and sat across the aisle from
us. Bill whispered to me 'That's Jacob's bodyguard. I've seen pictures of
him. He's the one that stopped those terrorists in Paris.' I said 'Yes,
we've been friends for years.' He sat quietly as we took off.

  "Then a little later he got up and went up to Jacob. I saw Jacob offer
him a seat. They talked the rest of the flight. I don't know what was said
but they seemed to hit it off. I actually saw Bill laugh a few times. He
hasn't been a happy kid. It was good to see him laughing."

  "That's a good sign," I told him. "There are a few things about working
here you need to know."

  "Dan filled me in. I already signed the nondisclosure agreement."

  "Good to know. Do you have any questions?"

  "Why do you need me? Dan does an excellent job for Jacob."

  "It's because of our association with Jacob. We get photographed
everywhere we go with him. Tim gets recognized and I don't want any
problems."

  "Yes he is quite good looking. Almost pretty. I can see why he gets so
much attention."

  Tim and Bill joined us on the patio. "Uncle John, you should see my room!
It's incredible! The closet is twice as big as my room at home. I even have
my own bathroom. Nice pool, can I swim in it sometime?"

  "If John decides to stay, you're more than welcome to use the pool. You
should feel at home, you will be living here after all," I answered him.

  "Uncle John, please say yes." Bill pleaded.

  "That all depends on you, Bill. You have a chance here for a fresh
start. No one to put a show on for. None of those hoodlums you used to hang
with." John explained to him.

  "I promise to try harder. I don't want to end up like my dad. Did you see
his face. I think his nose was broken too." Bill grimaced.

  "We will give it a try. But if you start acting up, I won't hesitate to
take you back to Texas. Robert pays me very well, and I can't do my job
right if I'm busy chasing your sorry acting ass." John laid it on thick. I
thought I should lighten things up a bit.

  "Speaking of pay, the job here pays double what we paid you on the
ranch."

  "Double? Really?" I thought he would drop his teeth.

  Ada came out about then and said "Yes double, cause you have to put up
with me. Just ask Max."

  "You must be Ada. Yeah I've heard some horrible stories about you. You
even managed to get Max to the altar," he hugged her.

  She turned to glare at Bill "And you don't want to piss me off." She went
back into the house.

  "Jesus... Did you see those eyes?" Bill said shakily.

  "Yeah, and if you ever see them again... run like hell." Tim answered.

  "I've been the recipient of those eyes many times. Still have the scars
to prove it. But deep down, she has a heart of gold," I told Bill as I
patted his shoulder.

  Ada brought out drinks for everyone. John and I chatted as Tim and Bill
took off their shoes and sat on the edge of the pool with their feet in the
water. After a minute I heard Bill say "Really?" then "Everybody?"

  "I wonder what that was about." John said to me.

  "I suspect that Tim just told him we all swim nude. Does that bother
you?"

  "Not a bit. I've been wanting to see that boy nude since he was eleven."

  "And you haven't"?

  "No. You know being his uncle and all. He's kinda shy too, so I never had
the opportunity."

  "Tim, why don't you and Bill go swimming before bedtime?"

  "Can we Dad? Great," he jumped up and took off his shirt. "Cummon Bill."

  I watched John as he watched the boys. His eyes lit up when Tim's shorts
came off.

  "Jesus H. Christ. Look at the size of that boy's dick," he exclaimed.

  "Yes, besides being very good looking, he's hung well too."

  "He's gonna make someone happy with that thing." John said.

  "Yes. He does," I replied. John looked at me and smiled.

  Bill hesitated getting undressed. Tim said "Don't be shy, Rob doesn't
mind. I've seen ten naked boys in this pool." Bill stood and started
undressing. He had mine and John's attention. By the time he was naked he
was trying to hide an erection. So was John and I. He was not quite five
inches [12 cm], cut, small patch of fur, and a little on the thin side, but
pretty tasty looking.

  "Damn he's cute too. Not as big as Tim, but pretty cute." John said. "Too
bad he's my nephew."

  "John, I have a feeling you are gonna work out just fine here. I'm Tim's
guardian, and we still have a lot of fun together. I think I can arrange a
'signing bonus' for you," he looked at me strangely then nodded.

  The boys were playing in and out of the pool, so as they passed I stopped
them "Bill, come here for a moment." His erection had gone down, and he
sort of cupped his hands in front of him as he stood before us. "John's
room isn't quite ready yet, would you mind if he bunks with you for a
couple of days? Then he will have to go back to Texas to finalize things
there. You can stay here while he is gone, or go with him."

  "If it's no trouble for you, I'd like to stay. My room is plenty big
enough for both of us, so that's okay too."

  "Great Bill, thanks," I said.

  "Sounds like you might get a bonus too." John said with a grin after Bill
walked away.

  "What can I say? Boys like me, and I definitely like boys."

  "We are definitely going get along well." John said.

  The next morning, Ada woke Tim and I as usual. "Robert, your
espresso. Why are John and Bill sharing a room? We have plenty of space
available.

  "It's just for a couple of days. John has to go back to Texas. I want his
room painted while he's gone."

  She gave me a funny look but accepted my explanation. Later, I was
passing Bill's room and heard he and Tim talking as they played video
games.

  Bill: "At first I thought I was dreaming. Then I realized it wasn't a
dream."

  Tim: "What did you do?"

  Bill: "Nothing. I just lay there and pretended to be asleep. But then I
got hard."

  Tim: "So what did he do then?"

  Bill: "Nothing really. He just had his hand on it, on top of my
underwear."

  Tim: "He didn't stroke it or anything?"

  Bill: "Not really, he rubbed it a little. I think he was asleep and
thought it was his. I wanted him to though, kinda. I mean, It sure made me
horny. I had to jerk off first thing this morning."

  Tim: "Have you ever had a blowjob?"

  Bill: "No. Have you?"

  Tim: "Yeah, it's great."

  Bill: "Do you think he would do that?"

   Tim: "Well, I saw him looking at you when we were swimming. I think he
got a stiffy watching you."

  Bill: "What do you think I should do. I mean, should I let him."

  Tim: "I would. I love blowjobs. You will too. You might even get to do
more."

  Bill: "More? Like what?"

  Tim: "You know... Sex."

  Bill: "So what do I do?"

  Tim: "Hmm... I know. Tonight after you shower, just put on one of those
fluffy robes. Tell him you don't have any clean underwear so you will have
to sleep naked. Then just see what happens. No harm no foul."

  I told John what I overheard and what he might be in for tonight. "I
didn't think he was awake when I played with him last night. No underwear
huh... might be fun."

  The next morning, Bill and Tim huddled together whispering. When I had a
chance, I asked John about it. "It was just like you said. He told me he
didn't have any more underwear. I said it was cool, cause I usually prefer
to sleep nude. He was still shy, and turned off the lights before taking
off his robe and getting into bed.

  "I showered and went to bed nude. I whispered his name, then put my hand
on his chest. He pretended to be asleep, so I slowly worked my hand down
his stomach. I bumped into his hard cock and so I grabbed it.

  "When he didn't scream and run, I went under the blanket and took all of
it into my mouth. It only took him about a minute to cum.

   "I don't know about you, but I love the taste of boycum. After he came,
I rolled over and tried to sleep. I woke up later when he was nudging his
dick against my hip. He still pretended to be asleep when I went down on
him again, until halfway through, he grabbed my head and started fucking my
face."

  "Sounds like you made him a bit less shy, and got your bonus too," I
laughed.

  John left for Texas that afternoon. Tim and Bill came to me soon after he
left, looking a bit sheepish.

  "Bill wants to take a nap." Tim said rather cryptically.

  "No problem. Dinner won't be for a couple of hours yet. He can nap if he
wants."

  "He wants the three of us to take a nap. Like... a training nap."

  That I understood, and I'm not one to turn down boy dick.

  We went to my room, got undressed, and began the lesson.

  Bill wanted to try anal. "I told him your dick was smaller than John's so
he wanted to start with you." Tim explained. Again, I am to plow the field
for someone else's larger cock . Though John's is only about an inch longer
than mine.

  I began by sucking his nice dick. It isn't as big or as tasty as Tim's,
but it was pretty damn good. Once he got excited enough, I lubed a finger
and slid it in. Then added a second finger.

  Meanwhile, Tim offered him a nice large cock to suck on. After a couple
of minutes, I motioned for Tim to back away. I didn't want Bill to bite
Tim's cock off when I slid my dick into him.

  After I got seated, Tim made Bill airtight by filling his mouth with cock
again.

  Even though Bill was new to all this, he took to it like a fish to
water. When he got close to cumming, Tim swallowed his load, and I filled
his bowels.

  We spent the better part of the next two days training Bill. He preferred
to bottom, we discovered, though he was afraid to try Tim's large meat. He
also loved to suck and get sucked, but who doesn't. Upon his return, John
was going to be one happy employee.

  There was a few weeks of summer left, so I decided to take some time to
visit Colorado. I had arranged to look at a few houses that were for sale,
hoping I could find a cooler place to spend time during the heat of the
summer.

  The place I was most interested in seeing belonged to an actor named Tony
who was a friend of the superstar. I had met him on several occasions, and
though I didn't really care for him, he was friendly with me.

  He had married a Ukrainian model. It was a bit of a scandal since she had
been living with him for over two years, and he married her on her
eighteenth birthday.

  Once her age was released, the proverbial shit hit the fan. With no
evidence of foul play, it died down. Of course it is believed that they
slept together before the wedding, no charges were issued.

  The new wife likes the Hollywood lifestyle and had no desire to live in
Colorado. Superstar told me all this as we were discussing the scandal. I
showed interest in the Colorado house, and she told him.

  Arrangements were made for us to meet someone to show us the house. We
were just turning into the property, when my cell rang. It was Tony.

  "Robert, I hope you like the place. When you are finished with the tour,
call me. Maybe we can make a deal."

  I had no idea why he would call me. I would assume we would discuss the
terms of the sale, even without the call.

  The property was gorgeous. Fifty acres of unspoiled beauty. Lakeside
mountain views, lots of trees, a small stream, very picturesque. The house
was a large, rustic looking, but modern two story manse. The floorplan
followed the natural contour of the land, in three split levels. Lots of
balconies and decks, outdoor fireplaces and sitting areas. Floor to ceiling
windows for panoramic views. The main living room was two stories with a
huge fireplace. It was very nice.

  There was also a guest house that had an almost barracks look. Long
building with six individual rooms. Kind of like a motel but the interior
was anything but cheap. Each room was professionally decorated and quite
posh.

  I later learned that it was totally self contained. With solar panels and
three backup generators, even its own water supply. I understand that in
winter, these things came in handy because of power outages.

  What I was surprised at was who met us to show us around. I expected a
real estate agent of some sort. But it was a young girl. A young girl of
obvious eastern European heritage.

  She was about thirteen, and absolutely gorgeous. It is no longer my cup
of tea, but I could definitely see the appeal she had for most men. She was
just as attractive as Tim, only in a female way. Her name was Bohdana,
which of course means 'gift from god', and we shortened it to Dana. I was
to learn that she was the sister of the model who married the actor. If you
asked me, I would say the younger girl got all the looks.

  There was only me, Tim, Bill, John, and four erections touring that
property. We all had trouble concentrating on what she was saying, and only
partly because of her accent.

  Tony called later. "So Robert, what do you think of the place?"

  "I love it. When do we sign?"

  "Well, that is a bit of a sticky question. My wife loves me, and she
loves her sister too. But she won't let us be in the same room. Bohdana
came to live with us a while back, and to be honest, Evanna (his wife)
kinda caught us in a compromising situation. She was furious. I had to
promise to take care of her sister till she has citizenship and turns
eighteen."

  "How bad was this situation that would cause you to make a promise like
that?" I asked laughing.

  "Our mutual friend says you can be trusted. Just between you and me. The
worst. And Evanna has the video to prove it. That's how she got me to marry
her. You know, you might be able to get by with fucking a sixteen or
seventeen year old foreign supermodel, especially if there is no
evidence. But not an eleven year old. People tend to frown upon that."

  Shit... he was fucking Dana when she was eleven. I was in no position to
cast stones though. I did Jenny at that age.

  "So where does that leave us?" I asked him.

  "I can't just leave her there, and I can't have her here. You are the
only person I would trust this with. So, here's the deal. Take the house
now, and her with it, and I'll knock off half a mil from the asking price
and cover her expenses. Or wait till she turns eighteen and leaves, the
price goes to it's new appraisal value."

  "Basically you want me to cover your ass, and take this girl off your
hands for half a million," I told him.

  "Basically... yeah I guess so," he replied.

  "Seven fifty."

  "Seven hundred and fifty thousand! That's blackmail!"

  "No. That's business. Blackmail is what your wife did," I corrected him.

  "Asshole. Okay you have a deal. Just keep her away from her sister."

  "We will stay here a few days and check out the property. If I like it,
I'll meet you at our friend's house to close the deal."

  Dan is very good at his job, and so is John. Unlike Dan, John has no
morals. I have little room to talk here, I know, but John is an out and out
pedophile. I think he would fuck a four year old if he could find a willing
one.

  This does not appeal to me and is a trait of John's I do not admire. But
to each his own. He does his job well so I will cast no stones at glass
houses.

  It became evident on the first night in the house. Tim and I were
relaxing in the hot tub by the pool. There is another on the balcony of the
master suite. Dana came out and dropped her clothes and climbed down into
the hot water with us. I will admit, I had an immediate erection. So did
Tim. I had no intention of acting on it though.

  We were soon joined by John and Bill. Dana began flirting with Bill, who
was reluctant to respond to her advances. John kept saying things like "She
likes you Bill." and "Go ahead, kiss her." Which he did.

  Dana wasn't innocent in all this, her hand was obviously working on
Bill's cock. I could see somewhat through the bubbles. Then she let a bomb
drop. She told Bill his cock was just like Tony's. This surprised me, Tony
is a big guy, and a romantic lead in most of his movies. I wonder what
would happen to his reputation if it was found out that he had a small dick
and fucked little girls.

  Anyway, eventually John guided Bill and Dana to his room. We didn't watch
or partake. I know that they both had her that night, because they were all
quite open about it.

  The next day, I sent John into town to get 'plan b' and condoms to make
sure she didn't get pregnant. I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last
time they fucked her.

  When we arrived at the superstar's house, she just stared at Dana and
Tim. "My god they are beautiful. I have never seen such beautiful people in
my life. They should marry and have a dozen kids, just to improve the looks
of future generations."

  Tony came and we signed the papers for the house. I gave him a check and
he started to leave when superstar said "Are you really backing that remake
of 'Friends'?"

  "Yeah. Evanna wants the lead, and that singer from Canada for the male
lead. I think she just wants to fuck him so she can get back at me for
Dana," he answered looking awkwardly at Dana.

  "Maybe I can help." she said as he was leaving. She dialed a number on
her phone and then said "Saul, you still own the rights to
'Friends'?... Great. get your ass over here."

  'Friends' was a film about a couple of young teens who run away. The girl
gets pregnant and they get separated through no fault of their own.

  When Saul arrived she said "Here are the stars for your movie."

  He looked at them and you could see the wheels turning in his head. "They
are beautiful, but I don't know if I can get financing with two unknowns."

  "Saul you know that Evanna and the Canadian are too old for the
part. Hell, how do you plan to cover all their tattoos? Besides he is going
to cost you a fortune and she ain't cheap either. Well she is in one use of
the word. Use these kids, and I will back the entire film. Just look at
them."

  "She has a terrible accent." Saul stated.

  "So does her sister." Superstar pointed out.

  "It might work if we do some rewrite." Again we could see the wheels
turning. Then he hinted at a deal maker "You know Elton John did the
soundtrack for the original movie. Isn't Jacob Campbell a friend of yours?"

  She smiled, "Yes, not only is he a friend of mine, Robert here, is his
dad, and Tim is like a brother to him."

  Saul's face lit up. "Make it happen and we have a deal."

  "If I make it happen, you are putting up half the money."

  Saul reluctantly agreed.

  On the plane home, I asked Tim if he really wanted to do this movie
thing. "You know I like being with Jacob's friends and all the glamourous
people. It's been fun. But I've always been sort of a fifth wheel. You know
what I mean? If I do this, I'll feel like I belong with them, not an
outsider."

  By the time we got home. Jacob had already spoken with the superstar and
Saul. He agreed to do the soundtrack, but only if he were allowed to direct
the movie. Saul balked at this until Jacob worked a deal where he would not
get his usual front fee for the music, and he and Tim and Danna would be
paid in back end percentage points. Simply put, Jacob, Tim, and Dana would
only get paid if the film was a success. Of course the soundtrack was
another story, Jacob would make money on its sales.

  Jacob had not even met Dana yet and knew nothing of the history of her
and Tony. He did know Tim though. He knew the affect Tim's looks has on
people. He knew how far to push the boundaries of the movie rating system
too.

  When he met Dana, his eyes lit up. He was even more sure of his
decision. With these two as the leads, it was a sure bet. Saul later would
send Jacob a draft that was a 'teen flick', and Jacob sent it back saying
he wanted 'Romeo and Juliet', not 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High'. He
suggested the setting should be Nazi era Germany because of the accent
problems. Saul agreed.

  While all of this was going on, life at my house changed. Bill decided he
liked pussy more than dick. Dana decided she liked Bill's young dick, not
John's. John wanted young anything, and wasn't getting it. Tension was
mounting and I didn't like it.

  One night I had just finished swallowing Tim's load and was just holding
him, he said "Things have gotten kinda weird around here, don't you think?"

  "How so?" I asked curiously.

  "I mean with Bill and Dana, and especially John," he replied, then added
"I don't see it ending well."

  He was right, and I knew it. I decided I would have to do something about
it.

  At breakfast the next morning, John came to me and said "Robert, I think
it would be better if I took Bill back home."

  I was a little shocked but said "Back to Texas?"

  "No, I'm from Little Rock Arkansas. I think I want to go back there. I
don't want to leave you in the lurch, so I sent for Macon to replace me."

  Damn I got lucky. I don't even have to keep him on in Texas. I didn't
want to seem happy, so I just said "Well, if you think that is best for
you. We hate to see you go. Tell me about Macon."

  "I don't even know his real name. We call him Macon because he's from
Macon Georgia. He is just a good ole boy from Georgia. Very quiet, keeps to
himself. But I wouldn't want to go against him in battle. He's a bad mother
fucker." Later I asked Dan about Macon. He said he is the only one to have
ever beat him hand to hand, and was much better qualified than John. Dan
said "I was surprised that Aaron had recommended John instead of Macon in
the first place."

Chapter 18

  I hardly ever got to see Jacob these days. He was always busy with his
many projects. I was surprised when he and Dan showed up later that day to
greet Macon. Dan took Macon aside to chat, and Jacob sat with us on the
patio.

  "Tell me about this new house," he asked. So I described the place as
best I could. He said "Great, we'll use it then. I need a mountain place
for the movie, and it sounds perfect," he went on to tell us the plot of
the film.

  They would be two teens escaping Nazi tyranny. They would hide in the
mountains, fall in love and have a baby. Dana would be German, and Tim,
Jewish. Star crossed lovers, against the odds, the whole bit.

  Tim said "I trust you Jacob, but how can I be Jewish?"

  "You're circumcised aren't you?" Jacob laughed.

  Jacob is probably the youngest ever to be director of a Hollywood movie,
but like everything he does, he puts his all into it. The soundtrack
wouldn't be a problem for him. He just needed to see the movie unfold to
know what to put in the background.

  Early scenes were shot on Hollywood sets and sound stages. Lots of extras
were used for street scenes, mostly in Nazi uniforms. A few bit players
were used as family members with limited dialogue. The most important scene
was when the girl's family was murdered by the Nazis for harboring the
boy's Jewish family. The two teens managed to escape and fled to the
mountains.

  The superstar and I spent most days on set and watching things
unfold. She had directed a few of her own films and occasionally would
whisper something in Jacob's ear. He would consider her input and either
act upon it or not. Mostly she helped him with the routine of making a
movie. The cast and crew were so enamored with him, they took his
directions unquestioningly.

  The Hollywood shoot moved quickly. I was able to see a few of what they
call 'daily's', which is the previous day's film. Once in awhile Jacob
would dislike something and a re-shoot would take place.

  Then the crew moved to my house in the mountains. The timing was good,
because there was still plenty of snow. Unbeknownst to me, Jacob had sent a
crew ahead to build the set needed for the film. The shell of an old shack
was erected in a wooded area of the property. This would be used for
exterior shots only. The interior shots were a different matter. They took
over part of my house! The living room is large enough to have a film crew
on one side, and the other was made to look like a shack. They even covered
part of a fireplace to make it smaller.

  So the story plays out with the teens struggling through a harsh winter,
eating whatever they can find or catch. Tim's character traps a rabbit at
one point, and the pair eat like kings for a day or two. Eventually Spring
comes, and they find themselves in the river enjoying their first bath in
months. They had undressed shyly with their backs to one another. But the
inevitable playing in the water unfolds, and the two discover each other's
body.

  Throwing caution to the wind, the teens lay on the riverbank without
caring about their nudity. Earlier scenes had shown Dana dealing with a
monthly issue, and another alluded to Tim stroking his cock. So their
maturity had been established. But it wasn't until the riverbank scene that
frontal nudity first occurs, and even then it is from some distance.

  The two lay sunning themselves dry, then playfully scampering through the
woods in some unknown game. At one point, the couple run right passed a
ground level camera, and Tim's endowment is quite evident. That night, back
in the cabin, the two explore each other further as they kiss for the first
time.

  In the scene they undress each other, so nudity is involved. As the scene
unfolds, they are only shown from the waist up to satisfy the censors. In
real life, Dana had experienced Tony and Bill's small dicks, and John's
average dick. Tim's only sex had been with males. Convincing an audience
the two were virgins would not be difficult.

  They were supposed to simulate copulation while kissing and gazing into
each other's eyes. Tim being male, became erect. Dana having seen what Tim
had to offer, and wanting it, began to moisten. The inevitable
happened. Tim's cock entered Dana. Just a little at first, but being a
horny teen, he pushed. As his large cock sank into her, Dana cries out for
real. The crew is concentrating on their monitors which is feed from the
cameras. They're thinking, "What a good actress she is. You would actually
believe she just lost her cherry." As the copulation continues, Jacob and
the crew finally realizes what is happening. They direct their attention to
where the teens are joined, and are fascinated to see his large cock
plowing the tiny young girl.

  The teens gave the performance of a lifetime, which of course was only
pure raw sex. Tim using his signature stroke that he used on his teddy
bear, and me, brings the girl to multiple orgasms. The camera catches every
nuance of their facial expressions as she cums hard over and over. Tim
eventually speeds up and thrusts one last time, depositing his load deep in
the small girl. He collapses on her in exhaustion. The room is deathly
quiet. Jacob finally croaks "Cut." A moment later, the crew stands and
applauds. Cheers and whistles ensue. Every male there is sporting an
erection.

  I look over at the superstar who is standing with her mouth agape. She
finally feels me looking at her and turns to me and says "That was the
hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." It was true too. Two extremely
beautiful kids enjoying nature's greatest gift.

  Jacob is on the phone immediately with Jim. He has Jim make out
affidavits stating no sex actually occurred between the teens, and everyone
present agreed to sign. The end of the conversation was Jim asking Jacob
the obvious question and Jacob responded "Yes, of course they fucked. Why
do you think I'm calling."

  A cameraman approached us and said "Jacob. Sir. Umm." and he gestured
toward the set. We turned to see Tim and Dana fully into round two.

  "Don't just stand there... Get it on film." Jacob yells.

  The movie spans four years and three kids till the couple discover the
war is over and return to civilization, to live happily ever after.

  I was concerned what effect this would have on mine and Tim's life. The
night after the love scene I asked him about it.

  "What? You mean fucking a girl? I got carried away. I just fucked one of
the hottest girls on the planet. Every other girl would be a step
down. Been there, done that. Don't really care to do it again. I mean she's
hot, for sure. But once was enough," he replied.

  "Actually it was twice," I corrected.

  "Jealous asshole," he said as he fed me his cock.

  I hadn't planned to spend the winter in the mountains, but it was a great
time. I had Tim and Jacob with me, as well as the superstar coming and
going. She stayed in the main house with us, but most of the crew stayed in
the guest barracks or in town. Ada even left Max at home and came to cook
and clean for us.

  We all enjoyed the hot tubs and the heated pool. Dana spent many hours
trying unsuccessfully to seduce Tim. She did eventually end up in Jacob's
bed. I don't know if Dan was present or not, but I wouldn't be surprised if
she was now able to handle his large cock.

  Though the movie did receive an R rating, there was no backlash about the
love scene. The wonderful cinematography, the Romeo and Juliet storyline,
and Jacob's soundtrack, combined to make it a truly beautiful movie. Word
circulated quickly, and expectations rose about the two newest stars in
Hollywood.

  It was released in early summer, against the usual fare of action and
sci-fi thrillers. Garnering the number one spot at the box office, and
staying there. As more and more audiences talked about it, the bigger it
got. Critically acclaimed and at the same time touted as the hottest film
ever produced by Hollywood.

  Many female talk show hosts actually said things like "He spoiled her for
other men." and "I wish my first time had been like that, or anytime
really."

  The press followed us around constantly. Dan and Macon certainly earned
their money. Sometimes Jacob would escort Dana, and sometimes Tim
would. They were at all the big parties and red carpet events. A media
produced 'rivalry' between the two friends vying for her affections was in
the news almost daily. Little did they know the only one Tim wanted his
cock in was me, and the 'innocent' Dana was fucking Jacob's eyes out.

  Another unexpected outcome was Evanna's change in attitude. I'm sure her
sister's success had something to do with it. Tony sent for her to come
live with them, right after Dana's Academy Award nomination. She had
already signed on to be the next Cover Girl and had modeling and movie
offers running out her ass. I'm also sure she made great use of the casting
couch.

  Having sampled Tim's and Jacob's large young cocks, she was not
interested in Tony's. I was thoroughly happy to see her go, and even
happier she left before getting pregnant by Jacob, or maybe even Dan.

  All and all, the deal I made with Tony, worked out much better for me
than him. He is still married to a bitch, who eventually fucked the
Canadian anyway. He has to see the hottest teen on the planet daily and not
fuck her. He lost seven hundred and fifty thousand on the sale too. Sucks
to be him.

  I on the other hand saw my son make his movie debut, lose his virginity
(girl wise), and make millions while fucking the hottest teen on the
planet. I also got to see my other son make his movie debut as director,
fuck the hottest teen on the planet, make millions doing it (as if he
needed more money). Oh and I saved seven fifty doing it. Life is great.

  Although Tim and Dana didn't win best acting awards, Jacob did win for
director and soundtrack. Superstar won as producer of the picture of the
year. All together, the film won six Oscars.

  When the film was finished we went to Texas to see how things were going
there. I hadn't been there for a long time, and though I had been keeping
up with the goings on, I was surprised by the changes. The new housing was
finished and there were twice as many residents. I was aware of it, but
seeing it was a bit of a shock.

  Tom met me at the admin building having been informed by the guard of my
arrival. "Robert. Great to see you."

  "Good to see you too, Tom. How are things going? The new housing looks
nice."

  "Everything is going great. No problems. In fact during the construction,
some of the boys helped out. Some did minor painting and helped with sheet
rock and such. They really showed interest and now are applying for trade
schools. For those who are not college bound, it would be a real boost for
them.

  "Actually Robert, on second thought, there is something you can probably
help with. One of the new boys, I just can't seem to help him. Been here a
couple of months, has made no friends, never speaks to anyone unless he has
to. He doesn't cause any trouble, he's just withdrawn. I'm afraid if we
can't get through to him, he's headed in a downward spiral."

  "What about his roommate? Does he talk to him?"

  "I asked and he said he never speaks." Tom informed me.

  "Let me see his file." Tom handed me the file on Bradley Morning. I
glanced through it til I found his history. "Jesus, Tom. His mother killed
his father."

  "Yes, I know. He was in the house when it happened too." Tom answered.

  "No wonder he's withdrawn. Says here there is suspected sexual abuse
too. Do you think that is why she killed the guy? Maybe she caught him
molesting the boy?"

  "No one knows for sure."

  "Okay... Umm ... Send him up to my place in a few minutes."

  Tim, Macon, and I headed up to the house. There was a huge flower bed in
front that wasn't there previously. Vickie was happy to see us, and gave
each of us a hug and a kiss. "The flowers are beautiful, Vickie," I told
her.

  "I hope you don't mind. I haven't had a lot to do lately since you
haven't been here. It keeps me busy, and I love gardening."

  "No, no problem whatsoever. I love it. There will be another boy joining
us for dinner, if it isn't too much trouble."

  A few minutes later Vickie answers the doorbell. A scrawny little boy
entered. I say scrawny because he was thin and appeared to be only about
eleven. Yet I knew from his file he was thirteen, almost fourteen in
fact. "You must be Brad. I'm Robert and this is Tim," I said extending my
hand in introduction.

  He shook my hand and glanced at Tim, but didn't say a word. I appraised
him as he walked passed me. He was fair complected with freckles and red
hair. Although small in stature, I could see the fine hair on his upper lip
and muscle development that indicated puberty. I assumed his parents were
on the small side too.

  "Would you like a soft drink?" I offered, and got a nod in response. We
were sitting in the den, just staring at one another, when Tim got up and
turned on the t.v. and game console. Without saying a word, Tim handed a
controller to Brad, who got up and sat on the floor next to him and began
to play. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

  I watched as they played, and observed Brad's interaction with Tim. I'm
not sure if it was because of Tim's good looks, or because he was nice to
him, but Brad seemed to respond to Tim. When dinner was served, Brad took
the seat next to Tim.

  The meal was quiet, with Brad only answering with a nod or a shake of his
head. He did take a second serving of pot roast when Tim offered it.

  Later on the patio, Tim asked if they could go swimming. When I said yes,
Brad looked excited. Tim began removing his clothes which surprised
Brad. When Tim was naked, Brad stared at his cock. "Come on." Tim said and
turned toward the pool. Brad just sat there shaking his head. "It's okay,
we always swim naked here. No one is going to see you." Tim encouraged him
when he realized Brad hadn't started to undress.

  I imagined that seeing Tim's big cock was somewhat intimidating for him
so I leaned toward him and whispered "Don't worry. Mine isn't as big as his
either. No one is going to laugh at you. I promise," he looked at me funny,
so I smiled and said "Go on, have fun in the pool."

  Brad stood and slowly took off his clothes. He turned his back to me as
he took off his pants, but when he faced me again, I got a shock. He is
almost a year younger than Tim and Tim has a very big cock. Brad's was
every bit as big as Tim's. On his small frame, it looked gargantuan. A
small patch of red fur crowned this monster cock. But what was truly
shocking was the head of his cock. No joke, it was at least three inches [7
cm] wide, and still soft.

  I quickly looked at Tim who was standing with his mouth agape. He caught
my gaze, and I quickly shook my head. Tim jerked his mouth closed then
turned back toward the pool calling Brad to follow.

  The two boys played in the pool for a while, then Tim climbed the stairs
and came over to the table where I was sitting. "Did you see the size of
that thing?" he whispered as he took a drink of his soda.

  I saw Brad jog over to the diving board, so I said "Yes. But don't stare,
and just act like it is nothing out of the ordinary."

  Tim set his drink down and said "That's gonna be hard to do. That thing
deserves it's own zip code." I had to laugh as he returned to the pool.

  I called Tom and told him Brad would be staying with us for a while.

  Over the next few days I watched as Brad opened up more and more to
Tim. By the second day Brad had actually began to talk to Tim. At night in
my room Tim would relay the day's events to me. Brad had told him of his
mother's physical and psychological abuse. Not in those terms, but in
conversation he revealed events that were nothing short of abuse.

  On the third day I heard him talking to Tim. They were in the pool, and I
was having my third espresso at a table nearby. "I'm glad you have a big
one too." Brad told Tim.

  "Why are you glad I have a big one?" Tim chuckled.

  "Because you know the trouble it causes."

  "What kind of trouble?" Tim asked the younger boy.

  "You know. Like people making fun of you and beating you up." Brad
explained.

  "That doesn't usually happen. Did someone beat you up because you have a
big dick?"

  "Yeah. This bully at school told his buddies to hold me down. Then he
said 'I'm gonna show everybody your little pee pee.' then he pulled my
pants off. When they saw my dick someone said 'That thing belongs on a
Rhinoceros'. They started chanting 'rhino dick, rhino dick'. Then one of
his buddies said 'His dick makes your's look like a flea's'. So they
started calling him flea dick. After school he beat the crap out of me."

  Tim felt badly for him and said "I'm sorry that happened to you. We won't
do that to you I promise. Kids can be cruel. Most people like big dicks."
Then Tim winked at him and said "Especially the girls."

  Brad looked thoughtful for a moment and said "My mom sure did." Then he
dove under the water and swam away.

  Tim looked at me, and I looked at him, both of us wondering just what
that meant.

  A few days later I overheard them again.

  Brad: "Why do you go into Robert's room at night?"

  Tim: "Rob and I have a special relationship"

  Brad: "He makes you do things. Like my mom did."

  Tim: "No. Rob loves me. He would never force me to do anything."

  Brad: "But you do have sex with him right?"

  Tim: "Yes. But Rob doesn't make me do it."

  Brad: "You don't like girls?"

  Tim: "Not really."

  Brad: "I don't think I like girls either. Girls are mean like my mom. She
always made me do things I didn't want to do."

  Tim: "Sex things?"

  Brad: "Yeah. She'd beat me then she'd make me fuck her."

  Tim: "When did she do that?"

  Brad: "Well, she always beat me. She liked to hit me with a belt. One day
she was hitting me with her belt, and she said that I couldn't feel it
through my jeans, so she pulled my jeans off. That's when she saw my dick
for the first time since I was a baby."

  Tim: "You don't have to talk about this if you don't want."

  Brad: "You're my friend. Friends tell each other things."

  Tim: "You're right."

  Brad: "So she started to suck on my dick, then when it was hard she put
it in her pussy and started bouncing on it."

  Tim: "Your mom raped you?"

  Brad: "I guess so. Then almost everyday after that, she'd beat me with
her belt and then make me fuck her."

  They climbed out of the pool and sat on lounge chairs.

  Tim: "That must have been horrible for you," he said as he pulled him
into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." Tim held onto
him for a long moment, then asked "How did you get here?"

  Brad: "One day Dad came home early, caught her bouncing on top of me. He
must have been suspicious. Anyway, he yelled at her to get off of his son,
and pulled her off of me. Then he tells me to pack a bag, that we were
leaving. He went and started packing and she followed him. Next thing I
know, she's back. She pushed me back on the bed and starts fucking me again
saying 'I don't need him. I have you to fuck me.' I didn't know she had
stabbed him."

  Tim was crying, I was crying. Tim hugged him again.

  Brad: "I found my dad on the floor of their bedroom. I called 911 and
told them to come quick, that my mom had stabbed my dad. She came into the
room a few minutes later, still naked. She had a big bowl of ice cream. She
held it out to me and said 'Want some?' like nothing was wrong. That's how
the cops found her, naked and eating ice cream."

  I couldn't take anymore. I came out onto the patio, and Brad could see I
was crying. "You heard me?"

  I just nodded my head and embraced him. "It's not your fault," I told
him.

  "Sure it is. If I didn't have a big dick, she wouldn't have kill the only
person that loved me," he finally broke down sobbing.

  "Oh baby boy... She didn't kill him because of your dick. She did it
because she is sick. She is a sadistical bitch who gets off on hurting
people. Just the fact that she was so nonchalant about it as she ate her
ice cream indicates that she is not of a right mind. Not to mention her
treatment of you for all those years. No one in their right mind would
treat a child like that."

  He stopped crying for a moment and looked at me. "Do you really think
so?"

  "Sweety... I swear to you by all that I hold dear. It was not your
fault."

  "Is it okay if I still don't like girls?" he asked as he calmed down.

  "Yes, it's okay. But it's going to take a special guy to handle that
special cock of yours. You will have to be patient with whoever you
choose. Boy or girl."

  "Patient?"

  "Yes, you don't want to hurt someone you care about."

  "My mom didn't worry about that, and she took it without a problem."

  "Well first, you're not your mom, and you don't want to be like
her. Secondly, I assume your dad had a big cock, with a huge head on it,
too. So your mom had already gotten used to taking one like that. It will
take patience to not to hurt someone with it, especially someone who has no
experience."

  "Do you think that the other kids will make fun of me?"

  "It's unlikely to happen here. I can't promise it won't sometimes
someplace. Who is your room mate?"

  "Gerald Tompkins."

  I called Tom and asked to send Gerald to my house. I told Brad my plan to
see what would happen when someone else saw his cock. He was nervous but
agreed to try it.

  We were all in the den when Vickie showed Gerald in. He was big for his
age of fourteen, dark smoldering eyes and muscular. "You're Robert... The
big guy here."

  I chuckled "Yes. I asked Brad who he would like to invite to have dinner
with us, and he said you."

  He glanced at Brad and said "He actually spoke to you? And asked for me?"
he asked in disbelief.

  Brad said "Yeah... I wanted you to meet my friend Tim."

  Gerald held out his hand then jerked it back "Wait. I saw a commercial
for a movie. You're in it." Brad wasn't aware of this and just stared at
Tim.

  "Yeah. I think it comes out in a month or so," he said and shook Gerald's
hand when he offered it again.

  "What would you boys like to do till dinner is ready" I asked them.

  Tim was quick to say "Can we go swimming Dad?"

  "Sure. Dinner will be in about an hour."

  "Uh... I didn't bring a suit." Gerald said.

  "We don't wear suits." Tim answered.

  We went to the pool, and Brad was the first one naked.

  "Holy shit dude! You are really hung! I wish my dick was that big."
Gerald exclaimed. Then Tim was naked. "You've got a big one too."

  Tim said "It's a blessing and a curse. The girls just won't leave me
alone."

  "With your looks, and that dick, I can see why. Man, maybe I'll wait to
go swimming," he said embarrassed.

  "No worries dude. You're probably bigger than Robert." Tim offered. I
didn't know how to take that, though I know he was only trying to encourage
Gerald.

  Gerald undressed and revealed a nice dick of about 5½ or six inches
[14-15 cm] when hard. Okay, yes he was probably bigger than me.

  They played around in the pool for awhile, then Brad came to me dripping
water from that big cock. "Gerald didn't make fun of me," he allowed.

  "No. In fact, he seemed pretty envious of you."

  He gave me a big smile and said "Yeah I guess he did." then ran back to
the water.

  Macon, who usually acts like part of the scenery, startled me when he
said "That kid has a huge piece of meat on him."

  At dinner the boys sounded like magpies. They laughed and talked like old
friends. Gerald asked Brad "So, why haven't you talked to me before?"

  "I don't make friends easily, and I'm kinda embarrassed about my dick."
Brad answered shyly.

  "Dude, you're friends with Tim, and he's a movie star and the brother of
Jacob Campbell who is like a megagod. You're friends with Robert who owns
this place and is somewhat of a legend around here. Those are some great
friends. As for your dick. Damn I wish it were mine. I'd be showing it to
everybody. That is if I ever left my room, I'd probably be blowing myself
all day." Then as an afterthought he asked in a low voice "Can you... you
know... do that... blow yourself?"

  Brad gave him a big grin, and nodded his head a little.

  "Man I have got to see that!" Gerald said excitedly.

  After dinner Brad came to me and asked "Robert, can I go back to my room
with Gerald tonight?"

  "If that is what you want," I answered.

  Then he hugged me, drew me down and kissed my cheek and whispered "Thanks
for helping me."

  The next afternoon, I went to Tom's office. "Robert, I want to see your
magic wand."

  "I would show it to you but I'm afraid that one of us would be
embarrassed. What the hell are you talking about?"

  He gestured out the window. There sat Brad and Gerald and four other boys
under a tree, laughing and carrying on.

  "Suddenly he is a different boy. You must use some sort of sorcery."

  "Not sorcery, just patience. Has his mother's trial come up yet?"

  "I don't think so. Why?"

  "Brad needs to make a statement, probably written, not in person. She
will never see the light of day again if he does. Get him a child's
advocacy attorney. Make it happen without him seeing her."

  That evening I checked the security cam in Brad's room. The boys were
sitting on a bed, both with erections. Gerald was on his back with his legs
thrown over his head, trying to reach his dick with his mouth. Brad was
holding his monster and licking the large knob easily.

  "I just can't do it." Gerald was saying as he put his legs down. "What's
it like? I mean getting a blow job, I've never had one."

  "It's the best." Brad replied.

  "What about the other part? You know, what's it like having a dick in
your mouth?"

  "Well I've only had my own."

  "Maybe I should try it to see if I like it, you know, before I break my
neck trying to get to mine." Gerald said. Brad just looked puzzled. "You
know... with yours... I mean just to see if I want to keep trying to get
mine. Kinda like a test run... Know what I mean?"

  Brad nodded. Gerald tentatively reached for Brad's cock. "Let me know if
I do it right... I mean so I know how to do it to myself." Then he leaned
in and took the large knob in his mouth. He removed it and said "Damn
that's big." and went back down on it.

  He managed to get the head and a couple of inches in. He bobbed up and
down on it for a few seconds when Brad started moaning. Gerald released the
monster cock and looked at Brad. "Am I doing it right?"

  Brad groaned and said "Yeah, uh... you did good. You will probably like
the way that feels on yourself."

  Gerald continued to stroke Brad's cock slowly, then asked "Do you cum in
your mouth when you do it?"

  "Yeah. It feels really good to do that."

  "What does it taste like? If I don't like the taste, I'm not going to
keep trying to reach my dick." Gerald asked without taking his eyes of
Brad's big cock.

  "Well... it's... it's kinda hard to describe." Brad answered feeling the
effects of Gerald's stroking.

  "Maybe I should taste it... you know ... just a test to see if I like
it."

  "Yeah... yeah that's probably a good idea." Brad moaned.

  Gerald went back to work on Brad. He took as much as he could handle, and
put all his energy into those few inches. It wasn't much longer till Brad
was thrusting his hips up to meet Gerald's sucking mouth. Finally he tensed
up and blew his load, causing Gerald to choke some, but not relinquish his
hold on the cock. I saw him swallow three times before Brad collapsed in
exhaustion.

  The two boys remained silent as Gerald continued to stroke and admire
Brad's weapon. After a few minutes, Brad said "Well, what do you think?"

  "It was kinda salty, but I had to swallow it quickly. Maybe I should try
some more... just to be sure." Gerald answered as he lovingly stroked his
room mates cock.

  Brad smiled and said "Okay."

  The next morning I checked the cam again. I found Gerald on his knees in
front of Brad in what I know to be at least his third 'test run'.

  We returned home so that Tim, Dana, and Jacob could go on a promotional
tour for the film. I sent Macon with them, and of course Dan was there
too. Then they picked me up and it was on to Hollywood for the premier.

  We arrived in a stretch limo, Macon rode up front with the driver. He got
out and opened the back door, where Dan was the first to exit. He surveyed
the crowd and then led us to the red carpet.

  Of course all the attention was on the two teen stars and Jacob. I had
never seen so many cameras flashes in my life. When we got to the red
carpet interview, Dana stood between Jacob and Tim. The reporter said
"Everyone is dying to know... Which one of these hunks is your date for the
evening?"

  Dana drew up her most innocent little girl voice and said "A girl can't
handle two?"

  The reporter turned to Jacob and asked "Jacob Campbell, you're well known
as a musical genius, and real estate mogul. Now, movie director. Is there
anything you can't do?"

  Jacob gave a big smile and answered "To quote my dad 'I can't give birth,
fly without a plane, or avoid taxes. Other than that, I'm pretty handy.' I
guess I'm a lot like him."

  She then asked Tim "I've heard that you leave little to the imagination
in this film, how does it feel to be so exposed to the world like that?"

  "I guess I'll find out after tonight. But I don't have anything to be
ashamed of."

  "Yeah, I've been told that too. Quite impressive in fact. So I've been
told." She couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to his crotch.

  We met up with the superstar at our seats. "What's up with that reporter?
She practically asked me if I had seen Tim's dick."

  I laughed and asked what she answered. "I said 'After tonight honey,
everyone will know what it looks like."

  Try as I might, it is beyond words to express what it is like to
experience something so moving, so awe inspiring as Jacob's music. It's
even more so for me, as his father, to see the effect it has on
audiences. This film was like his music for the eyes, and it also had his
music, for the ears. It was a constant bombardment to the senses. There was
also the natural beauty of the two teen stars, and the setting.

  Jacob's score carried the audience through the holocaust, the horrific
murder of the families, to the struggle for survival in the harsh winter,
to the romantic young love. Yet in that moment of lust and love between the
teens, there was no music. The audience was pulled in, and dropped into
their private world. A world where the only sound was the crackling fire
and the moans of two young lovers. There wasn't a sound in the audience for
fear of disturbing what was about to happen. Every viewer was instantly
reminded of their own first time, and yet that first was made even more
beautiful by what was happening on screen.

  The overture: The audience had already seen what she was about to
receive. The crescendo: They could tell when she began to receive it, they
could see and hear when she had received it all. The boy made her orgasm
over and over. The climactic finish: The boy deposits his seed as the
lovers cum one last time. It was all there, just like in his music, only
visual. The only sound necessary was the real sounds of real sex. Not the
made up porn sex sounds. Just pure reality.

  As we were leaving, the superstar whispers to me "If I didn't already
know it was real, I would have thought it was real. I'm gonna have to visit
my toy box when I get home."

  Sean had attended too, and I looked down and saw quite a bulge there. I
gestured to it and said to her "Maybe you should try that toy."

  "He's like a son to me... oh yeah, that doesn't bother you does it." We
both broke up laughing.

Chapter 19

  Jim called me one day and said he needed Tim's signature on his quarterly
tax return check. We dropped by his office and went in to see him.

  "Hey Robert, Tim. Sorry to bother you two but this needs to go out ASAP."

  Tim looked at the check and said "Holy shit! I can't sign that."

  I looked over and saw that the check was for eleven million dollars. "May
I see the paperwork?"

  The deal that Jacob made for them was sheer genius. They were paid in
percentage points of the profits. Between the three of them, they were
getting fifty percent. Superstar and Saul got fifty. The movie had only
been out a couple of weeks by the end of the quarter, and already it had
earned enough that Tim's tax for the quarter was eleven million.

  As I perused the form I asked Jim if the funds mentioned were already in
his account. "Of course, in fact, it's probably triple that by now. That's
nothing compared to Jacob's tax liability. He will make just as much as Tim
off the movie, but the soundtrack will probably make him twice as much as
well. His other ventures and music is making him a very wealthy young
man. In fact, since our partnership in RJD is doing so well, and Jacob
keeps me so busy, I've dropped all my other clients. I now work for just
your family. Well Jacob mostly."

  "In that case, since I am responsible for your new found wealth, I expect
a discount on my retainer fees," I bargained.

  "Kiss my ass," was his reply.

  "Tim sign the check, so mr. cheap bastard can get on with his busy life."

  "But Dad, can you afford this?"

  I showed him the form and pointed to one line, "Actually it's you that
can afford it. This is how much you've made, just in the last three months,
from the movie. You have three times that much in your account now. You are
almost as rich as me. By next year, you may pass me in cash value, though
my land holdings are still pretty valuable. And I have other assets you
haven't started to acquire yet. Jacob makes us both look poor by comparison
though."

  "Shit! You mean I made that much money from fucking the hottest girl
alive, one time?" he said in disbelief.

  "Actually it was twice, remember."

  Jim sat up and said "He fucked her twice? Lucky little bastard."

  "If you have seen the movie, you know that 'little' is not a term that
applies to Tim." Jim and I were both laughing as Tim signed the check.

  On the drive home Tim was very quiet. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

  "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, but there were tears forming in his eyes, and
he was choked up. Once home, Tim went straight to his room.

  "What's wrong with him?" Ada asked.

  "I don't know yet. Just give him some room to sort it out."

  I was in the den reading when he finally came to me. He sat beside me and
lay his head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head and waited for
him to tell me what was on his mind.

  "When do you want me to go?" he said after a few minutes.

  "What? What are you talking about?" I was in shock.

  "Since I have all this money, you probably don't want me to stay here
anymore, and have to take care of me."

  "Oh Tim. Baby. That's not true at all. I am more afraid that you will
want to leave. I will never ask you to leave. You can afford to do whatever
you want now. You don't need me financially, but I hope you don't feel
grown up enough to leave your dear old dad."

  Tim had grown a lot in the last year and a half. Now at 5'10" [1.75 m]
and barely fifteen years old, his cock had grown too. He was as big a Toby
now, and I loved every inch. He still has that innocent quality about him
though. He is amazingly beautiful, and not at all full of himself. He is
kind, sweet natured, and loving. The thought of losing him scared the shit
out of me.

  When Jacob got rich, he moved out. Well, sort of anyway. Toby too had
moved on. Next door, but still not really here. Now my sweet Tim was rich
too. He isn't ready for the real world yet, though he can afford it. Jacob
and Toby were both more mature than Tim. They had been taking care of
themselves for a while before I met them. They already had the skill set
needed to survive. Tim not so much.

  He was near tears again, I had to take him into my arms. "Tim I love
you. No amount of money will change that. You will always be welcome in my
home. The only difference this money makes to me is that it will make it
very difficult to buy you a birthday or Christmas present that you can't
afford to buy for yourself.

  "In fact, that's what you should do. A little retail therapy to make you
feel better. Is there something you would like to have? Something you have
always wanted?"

  "I have you, that's all I want. But I would like to buy my Grandma a
house. Can I afford that?"

  I had to chuckle at that. "You can afford to buy her fifty houses if you
want."

  "Really?... Maybe I should fuck that teen aged tramp again, so I can buy
a hundred houses."

  "Horny bastard. Fuck me instead, and I'll throw in a few bucks. Look
baby, I can't stand the thought of losing you. From a legal standpoint, I'm
responsible for you, no matter how much money you have. But I want you to
stay here because you want to. I'm sure your uncle would watch after you if
you want, or even your grandma. But I am not going to throw you out, and
I'm not going to force you to stay."

  He seemed relieved, even smiled. Then said "How many bucks is it worth
for me to fuck you instead of her?"

  That teen tramp had only a taste of what I get regularly.

  The next day Ada came to me with one of those supermarket tabloids, you
know the one I mean, national en-liar-er. The grainy picture of a house was
on the cover. The headlines read "Jacob Campbell's Love Nest??" The article
told of a supposed relationship with a girl named Megan Newcastle. That
Jacob had bought this house for their love nest.

  "Who the hell is Megan Newcastle?" I asked Ada.

  Ada just shrugged her shoulders, but Tim said "She plays the oldest
daughter in a sit-com on tv. She's pretty cute actually." Ada turned and
left and Tim added "I would fuck her if they paid me. I'll put her on the
list of my future costars."

  Jesus. One piece of pussy and it goes to his head. I guess it would go to
my head too if I got paid as much as he did for fucking a hot girl.

  "Are you planning to make another movie?" I asked him curiously.

  "Jim said I get calls and offers just about every day. Who knows, maybe."

  I called Jacob and asked about the article and the girl.

  "I met her at a party. I was talking to superstar's neighbor who was
telling me he was selling his house. Megan was standing there so I told her
I needed a female's opinion on the house before I buy it, if she would like
to see it with me. The next day I picked her up for breakfast then we met
the real estate agent. It's a nice house, next door to superstar. I spend
so much time in L.A. and I'm always sponging off her. I thought having my
own place there made better sense, and I would still be close to
superstar. I guess the agent told the reporter that I bought us a love
nest. I just met the girl. I didn't even hold her hand. She is pretty, and
a sweet girl though. I have a date with her this Friday."

  I could tell by his voice, this was not just another girl. He really
liked her.

  My phone conversation with Jacob had barely ended, when we got a call
from Jim. He said there is an offer for Tim that he thought Tim should look
at.

  Jim came by an hour later. "It's a dramatic role based on a true story. A
high school basketball star dies from a head injury he received while
playing." Jim explained.

  "I remember that case. It was really sad. Poor kid had everything going
for him, only to have his life cut short," I said.

  "Why me?" Tim asked

  "You're number one at the box office. The producers want to capitalize on
your popularity. You really should follow up with another film. You know,
strike while the iron is hot as they say. I negotiated with them, and you
will get full script approval. The end points are not as high, but you will
get ten million up front. If the movie bombs, you still get paid. If it
does as well as the last one, you will still make a killing."

  "How long will my dick be on camera?" Tim asked only half kidding.

  "Actually there is one nude scene. The gym shower after a game."

  "Will Jacob direct?"

  "I told them you might ask for that. They offered it to Jacob, but he
wanted more than they are willing to pay. He isn't doing the soundtrack, so
it isn't worth his time. I can't really blame him. He's so fucking rich,
his time is very valuable."

  "If he doesn't direct, then the nude scene will only be from the
back. They get my ass but not my dick." Tim said pouting.

  "I'll tell them. They will be sending a script by messenger."

  It turns out that the main character had a little brother. He was going
to be played by a really cute boy I had seen on tv, and had some vivid lewd
thoughts about.

  They agreed to the nude scene being just from the back, only if Tim would
do a scene in his underwear. Tim agreed and a deal was set.

  We flew to L.A. to meet with the producers, director, and costars.

  Ted, the actor who was to play the brother, was only thirteen. His
character was fourteen. Tim's character was seventeen, though Tim is only
fifteen. It wasn't too difficult to pull off the age differences because
both boys are tall.

  Ted is boy next door cute. He has been around the industry since he was a
baby, making commercials for baby food. Then tv and movies as a bit player,
til getting this roll. He, or maybe his mother, has dreams of being a big
star. This film would be a huge boost in that direction, especially
co-starring alongside a oscar nominated actor. He was more than anxious to
make a good impression.

  Tim was given his own trailer on set, Ted was to share a dressing room
with the actor playing their dad. The mom was to share with the girl
playing Tim's character's girlfriend.

  The day we arrived and got set up in the trailer, Ted showed up. "I
wanted to go over the lines for the first shot," he said as I let him
in. It sounded like a good idea so they started.

  The scene is where the two boys wake up and get ready for school. It's
the scene where Tim, and Ted too, will be in their underwear. The brothers
share a bedroom and are shown to be just regular happy go lucky
boys. Giving each other a hard time as they get dressed. Ted says that Tim
shouldn't let his girlfriend see his morning wood, or he might scare her
off. Tim responds by asking "What makes you think she hasn't already seen
it?" Then he grabs the boy and they wrestle around for a minute.

  They practice the lines a few times until it sounds natural. Then Ted
said "Do you think we should try a dress rehearsal?"

  Tim looks at him questioningly, and Ted adds "You know. In our
underwear. I mean it's going to be different if we are both seeing each
other in our underwear for the first time and have to sound like it happens
every day."

  I sat and watched the boys strip down to their underwear. Ted was wearing
tighty whities, Tim was wearing the sheer briefs we like so much. The
briefs were red, but may as well have been invisible. Ted was incapable of
taking his eyes off Tim's crotch.

  Ted stumbled through his first line, then tried it again, and again. Tim
was laughing at him, and Ted said "Well it's hard to concentrate when that
thing is in view. I saw it in your movie, but it seems even bigger now."

  "Well, it is bigger now, I was younger then. You're supposed to be
talking about my morning wood, and I'm not even hard. How are you going to
do it if I get hard."

  It was true. Tim wasn't hard, but Ted was. I could see a nice young hard
on trying to escape his tight brief. Ted tried his line again, barely
making it through. Tim said his line then grabbed Ted in a headlock, and
rubbed his knuckles over Ted's head. Ted struggled to get free, by pushing
on Tim's hips. As he struggled, his hand kept brushing over Tim's cock,
which of course made Tim get erect.

  That's the way it went during filming too. After the first take, Tim was
hard. They did a retake, Tim getting out of bed with his cock hard in his
underwear. Even though in the film, Tim wore bvd briefs, there was no
mistaking his hard cock. It did appear as if he had morning wood.

  The scene in the final film actually showed the second take of Tim
getting out of bed hard, and the first take of their conversation. It
looked real. Two boys, early morning wood, playful wrestling around before
school.

  Later in the film there is a makeout session between Tim's character and
his girlfriend. The director was thrilled when after several takes of the
two teens kissing, Tim clearly has an erection, as his character walks away
to play the fateful game. When I asked Tim about it later, he said he was
thinking about Ted's tight ass.

  During the game, Tim's character is hit in the head with an elbow
deliberately. Then later he is thrown to the floor by the same
opponent. His head hits the ground hard. After the game, Tim is in the
showers with his teammates, celebrating the win against their rivals, when
he collapses. He eventually dies of a brain hemorrhage.

  The film chronicles the story we had heard over months of press
coverage. The opponents coach wanted the win at all costs. He told the team
to take out Tim's character, because he was the best player on the team.

  Tim was brilliant in his role. The director did a great job of capturing
just the right amount of realism of teen life, the waste of a life taken
too soon, and the harsh reality of some people's disregard for life.

  Tim has two big scenes. The collapse in the shower clutching his head
writhing in pain. And the hospital bed where he grasps his parents hands as
he dies. Both were totally heart wrenching. I was torn up watching my son
die on screen, even though I knew it was only a movie.

  The best part for me was watching Tim and Ted 'practicing their lines'
together. Somehow it always ended up with the two of them naked and hard,
and in my mouth.

  Yes, I did manage to suck both of them on a daily basis throughout
filming. It started that first day. After Tim got hard, Ted stopped
struggling. Then just reached over and took hold of Tim's cock.

  "I can't believe how big it is. Did Danna get to see it like this?" he
asked Tim.

  "She did more than see it." Tim answered honestly.

  "Did she suck it?" Ted asked as he took it out of Tim's underwear.

  "No. I didn't let her suck it."

  "Did you fuck her?" Ted seemed shocked that it could have happened.

  "That would be child porn if we did that on camera." Tim dodged.

  "It's a shame we don't have a scene like that. I mean uh... it was such a
powerful moment in the movie, I wished we had a scene like that," he said
staring at the large cock in his hand.

  "Really... What would we do in a scene like that?" Tim asked as Ted
stroked his cock.

  "I don't know, maybe... well we would both be naked," he shimmied out of
his undies. "Maybe we could ... you know play with each other. Or maybe I
would suck it." Tim reached down and took hold of Ted's nice four and a
half incher [11 cm]. Ted latched onto Tim's cock with his mouth, like a
baby cow at the teat.

  While Ted sucked him, Tim nodded at me and gestured toward Ted's dick. I
got down in front of Ted and swallowed his handsome boy meat. I must say I
enjoy a nice new piece of boy meat.

  I worked that dick like a starving man. I was starved for boy juice, and
Ted delivered. A pretty sizable load too. I didn't expect him to be so full
of juice, I almost choked on the amount. Almost, not quite though. Ted's
cock was average for his age, maybe a little above average in thickness,
but his load was anything but average.

  Ted would come over most every morning before they were to be on
set. Usually it was 7:30 that they were to be in the makeup artist's
room. Ted would show up at 6, climbing into bed with Tim and I. The three
of us would spend the next hour in total abandon. Sucking and fucking.

  We discovered Ted is a bottom. I of course plowed the field to begin
with, then Tim widened the road a great deal. Ted fell in love with Tim and
his cock. I can understand why, I love him too. Tim fucked Ted most
mornings, and me at night. I swallowed both of their offerings whenever it
was offered.

  Before the shoot was finished, we spent a weekend at Jacob's house. Jacob
was thrilled at Tim's success. Ted was thrilled to spread his cheeks for
the famous Jacob Campbell. We had dinner with the superstar, and Ted was
totally starstruck. He knew Tim was Jacob's brother, and that Jacob was
friends with the superstar, but seeing the three together almost did him
in. To him it was the holy trinity.

  When the film was finished, there was a wrap party where everyone who
worked on it is invited. Jacob and the superstar made appearances. They
treated Ted like an old friend and he ate it up. Introducing them around
and strutting like a proud peacock. At the end of the evening, he was in
tears, realizing it might be the last he will see of Tim. As we said our
goodbyes, we promised to have him visit us at home. That seemed to make him
feel better.

***

  I have moved through the last year and a half quickly, skipping
unimportant matters. I needed to get to the next rather large change in our
lives. But to get you up to speed, Toby is studying English and literature,
at university. Jacob is doing what Jacob does, making music and money. He
got his GED and diploma thanks to Carl. Carl has stayed on to teach Tim,
but he is marrying Connie and will be moving away. We will need to replace
both of them. I also need someone for our mountain house.

  Since I needed a teacher and a housekeeper, I immediately thought of
Vickie and Chuck back in Texas. I called and offered them the job. They
accepted. Chuck told me about one of his brothers who was working for an
oil company. The price of oil has been dropping, and the company was laying
people off. He said his brother loves the outdoors, is a bit of a loner,
but also pretty OCD about cleanliness. I told Chuck to bring him with them.

  Chuck's brother, Frank, was just that. Frank. Very open and honest, and
didn't mince words. He was tall like Chuck, but burlier. Kind of a Paul
Bunyan type. I thought he would be a perfect caretaker for the mountain
property. Ada took him to the Jeep dealer, and bought herself and Frank new
Jeeps. He drove his on to Colorado.

  It was soon after this that I received a call from a woman in Dallas. "Is
this Robert?"

  "Yes. Who is this"

  "You don't know me, but we have a mutual friend. My name is Doris
McClendon."

  "Okay Doris. Who is our mutual friend and what can I do for you?"

  "Well there is actually two people who recommended you to me. One is a
dear friend of mine who I'd rather not mention. The other is a close friend
of yours, who also doesn't want to be mentioned by name. They both tell me
you work magic with troubled kids."

  "The word magic indicates Tom, he is the only one who has put it like
that. I can only assume the other is Jim."

  "They said you were smart. One guess and got both right."

  "Well it's been fun playing guessing games with you, but I still don't
know why you are calling me."

  "A while back authorities in Arkansas discovered a family of kids living
in the woods. They had been abandoned by their parents. I felt so bad for
these kids, I took them in. But in the time they have been with me, I have
made little to no progress with them. They are just as withdrawn as the day
they came to me."

  "Look, Doris, I would love to help you, but I'm not a therapist, and I
think that those kids need that more than anything. I have no training in
these matters."

  "Robert, you have the reputation of being the 'child whisperer'. I know
about your success with Christian, Shawn, Brad, to name a few, and Jim told
me about little Jenny. That was what made me call you. Like Brad and Jenny,
these kids have been traumatized. They need the skills you naturally
possess."

  "You keep saying kids. Just what are we talking about?" I asked out of
curiosity.

  "Three boys and two girls. Aged ten to fourteen."

  "Five! You're asking me to take on five troubled children?"

  "They are traumatized, but no trouble. Considering their background, they
are relatively well behaved."

  "I will give it some thought. I will be in Texas in about six weeks. We
can get together and discuss it then," I told her in an attempt to skate
out of it.

  "I think the issue is a little more pressing than that. These kids need
help now. The sooner the better. My situation has changed as well, so I was
wondering if I could bring them to you."

  Coincidentally, Jacob was in Houston checking on a project there. I knew
he was returning the next day, so I volunteered his jet. He doesn't usually
mind, because I don't ask often. He would only have to stop in Dallas on
his way home. I told her Jacob would pick them up on the way.

  The next morning, two cars arrived. One carrying Jacob and his entourage,
the other had five kids. No Doris. Jacob said she had informed him that due
to health issues, she couldn't fly. I guess she intended to bring them by
bus if I hadn't offered the jet.

  I appraised the kids for a moment. The two youngest were girls at ten and
eleven. The oldest were all boys twelve thirteen and fourteen. They didn't
speak. When I asked them to come in, the four youngest looked at the
oldest, who nodded his head, and they all entered.

  These children looked like they were still lost in the woods. Shabby
clothes, dirty, wild hair, just awful. Jacob said "Dad, I think you bit off
more than even you can chew in this case. They're hopeless."

  I was suddenly enraged. Not by what he said, but by their treatment. "No
child is hopeless. They just need help." I think I had made up my mind
then. Just the fact that everyone else had decided they were a lost cause,
made me want to prove them wrong.

  I noticed two of them scratching their heads. "Tim, take them out to the
patio, but don't let them in the pool. Oh, and don't get too close to them
either."

  I called my hairdresser, a guy I have known for years, and told him I
suspected a case of lice. I knew if one had it, they all did, so I said to
clear his schedule and plan on treating five kids. I promised I would make
it worth his time.

  Hank arrived about an hour later, carrying a duffle bag full of
stuff. The years we've known each other probably led him to come. The crush
he had on Tim, and a chance to see him, probably convinced him.

  "Oh Lordy!" he said at first glance. "I see what you mean. I should have
brought a team with me," he approached the middle boy, peered down at his
head, gingerly, as if touching something hot, used one finger to separate
the hair. "Oh shit. Yeah you're right. Infested."

  He stepped back, wiping his finger on his jeans. "Give me a
minute. Uh... Okay, I can handle this." Then he looked at the boy "When was
the last time you washed your hair?"

  The boy looked at his older brother, and we all turned to look at him
too. He just shrugged his shoulders.

  Hank was the first to speak. "Well then, okay. I want five chairs lined
up here," he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of solution and
rubber gloves, then went to work.

  Half way through the first head he said "Robert, you know that lice live
in any hair." It took me a second to realize what he meant.

  I looked at the five children and then asked the oldest "Do the girls
have hair down here?" Indicating to my groin area.

  He shook his head 'no'. "How about him?" I asked of the youngest boy. He
nodded. I didn't ask how he knew. I didn't want to know. Well I did, but I
didn't ask. "Apparently it's just the boys," I told Hank.

  "Oh thank god. I don't want to get into the shower with any girls." Did I
mention Hank is flaming gay.

  He applied the solution and used the tiniest comb I have ever seen on the
first boy. Then asked which shower to use. I told him to use the shower in
the cabana. He took a bottle of solution and the tiny comb, grabbed the
boy's hand and led him away. The oldest boy looked nervous, so I told him
that Hank wouldn't hurt his brother, that he was helping him.

  A few minutes later Hank appeared. He was wearing just his jeans, and his
hair was wet. He immediately went to work on the oldest boy. The process
repeated with the youngest boy. Then he started on the girls. Applying
solution and combing them both before sending them to the girls shower in
the cabana.

  Hank then went to the boy's shower and returned later, with the three
boys just wearing towels around them. He began working on their haircuts,
and said "I will have to repeat this treatment at least once, but I
recommend twice. If any eggs have gotten past the treatment and hatch, they
will all be infested again. If I were you, I would get them some new
clothes too. Everything they brought with them will have lice. I have never
seen such a serious case in my life."

  I didn't like the sound of that, so I agreed. Then I asked about the
pubic area.

  "Yes. The littlest one had just about scratched himself completely raw
down there. Poor kid. But on a lighter note, these boys are gifted. If you
get my drift," he said raising his eyebrows and nodding at me.

  I can only imagine what went on in that shower.

  I called Ada in and instructed her to go to Walmart and get them all
several changes of clothing. That would have to do until I was sure the
infestation was over.

  What had I gotten into? How was I going to deal with five lice infested,
non communicative, feral, children? I looked over at Macon who was his
usual invisible self. He saw my expression and said "I could make it look
like an accident." I had to laugh, and shook my head at him. He shrugged,
"You're the boss." and smiled.

  By the time Ada returned, there were five clean, neatly styled children
sitting on the patio grinning at each other's new look. I could tell that
they already felt better about themselves.

  Hank certainly earned the five thousand I gave him. We made arrangements
for his return treatment, and he said I had paid him enough, not to pay him
more on his return.

  Ada started lunch, and I took the oldest boy into my office. "I
understand how all this can be scary. I want you to know that I'm here to
help you. But I don't even know your names."

  No response.

  "I know you understand me. I assume you can speak."

  Nothing.

  "Tim, you saw him, the other boy. He was from a bad situation too. Now he
is a very happy young man. I would like for you to trust me, so I may help
you be a happy person too."

  Still nothing.

  "Have you ever been to school?"

  He looked down at his lap for a moment, then shook his head 'no'. He
seemed embarrassed that he hadn't. I knelt in front of him and placed my
hand on his knee. "It's okay. No one is going to judge you. You and your
brothers and sisters aren't to blame for anything. Not even the lice. It's
like a cold or any other illness. We just have to treat it so it doesn't
get worse."

  I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face. I looked in his eyes
and smiled. "Besides. You cleaned up real nice. You are quite handsome." It
was true too. He has brown hair and eyes, angular features, strong jaw.

  He gave me a warm smile.

  "Nothing bad is going to happen to you here. Did you see that big man out
there?" he nodded. "He is here to protect us. He sits with us all day just
waiting for something to happen. If anything does happen, believe me, he
can handle it. You and your family are safe here, I promise."

  "You met Jacob on the plane. He and his brother were living in a shack,
with their mom who was very sick. So sick in fact, she died." I could tell
I had his attention. He was watching me intently. "Well, now Jacob owns
that plane you were on, the big house next door, and is very rich. I was
able to help him and his brother, and I promise to try to help you."

  I hugged him and glanced at his lap. Hank had said they were gifted, from
the fullness I saw there, I would have to agree. "Now, how about some
lunch?"

  As he started to leave, he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. He
turned to me and said "Lance." I hope he meant his name was Lance. It was a
start.

Chapter 20

  As I passed the kitchen, Ada said "I know you like to take in strays, but
I think you hit the mother load with this bunch." I had to agree with her
assessment.

  At lunch I studied the kids. There were strong family resemblances. The
brown hair, angular features, lean long body shape. I also noticed the
second oldest and the youngest had blue eyes, where the other three had
brown.

  The children were wolfing down their lunch as Ada set an espresso in
front of me. "It appears someone likes your cooking, Ada."

  "I could tell they were smart kids." Ada replied. The bunch of them
grinned and continued to put food away.

  I continued to assess the situation and make plans. They seemed to be in
good health, but I will have to take them to the doctor to be sure. It was
obvious that cleanliness was not a priority for them, so I doubted they had
good oral hygiene habits, so a dentist was in order.

  "Lance." When I addressed him the others' heads jerked up in surprise
that I knew his name. "Have you all been seen by a doctor?"

  He nodded. Of course, the authorities would have done that first thing.

  "What about a dentist?" I continued.

  He looked at me as if he didn't even know what a dentist was.

  "It's like a doctor, but just for your teeth," I said snapping my
choppers at him, which drew a laugh from the others.

  He shook his head 'no'. That would go to the top of the list.

  Ada informed me at the end of lunch that there were two suitcased still
sitting on the front porch. "Lance, is there anything in your suitcases
other than clothes? I think it best to throw your old clothes out just in
case there are more bugs in them," he went outside and came back with a
rather worn looking teddy bear. I handed it to Ada and asked her to throw
it in the washer, and the suitcases in the trash bin outside. She took it
by its lone ear, between her thumb and forefinger, and walked away.

  "Tim, will you show the kids the gaming console?"

  I went to my office and made phone calls. When I returned, the kids were
all playing except Lance. He was sitting keeping an eye on Max. Macon and
Max switch off on duties, but one is always present.

  "It's okay, Lance. We have more than one guard. This is Max, he is
actually married to Ada, so he deserves hazardous duty pay." This brought a
chuckle from both. Ada snuck up behind me and gave me a swat to the back of
my head. "See I told you," I added.

  It was eerily quiet in the room considering there were six children
playing video games. Occasionally Tim would yell out instructions to which
ever was at the controls, but otherwise, no voices hollering or the usual
banter between rivals on a game.

  Ada, being Ada, said "Okay mr. 'save the children', where am I going to
put all these kids?

  "Call Chuck. Ask him to come over."

  When Chuck arrived, I explained the situation. "I don't think any of them
has ever been to school. I doubt they can even read. You will have your
work cut out for you."

  "The way Jacob described them, I expected much worse," he said.

  "That was before I called in Hank to delouse them. Which reminds me. Ada
Call Hank, tell him he needs to delouse Jacob's jet. So, what can you do
for them?"

  "First, I'll have to test them and see where they are. Then make
individual lesson plans to get them up to par. It could take awhile,
depending on their abilities."

  "It maybe harder than you think. They don't talk."

  "Shit. You sure like to take on challenges. Not to mention making my life
hell," he laughed.

  "I have to call Jacob, and beg for his guest rooms. Stay here and observe
them awhile."

  I explained to Jacob that they should stay in his guest rooms by his
pool, until we are sure they are louse free. I thought it best to send the
girls there, and keep the boys here. He was very understanding, even
volunteered any help I might need with them. I also told him I was sending
Hank to his jet. He said he hadn't considered that the bugs could be
waiting for him on his private jet, and thanked me for thinking of it. Hank
cuts his hair too, so he knew it was in good hands.

  In the last couple of years, Jacob has turned into a very nice young
man. Especially considering how he used to interact with people. He was
abrupt and even abrasive at times. Now he is very understanding,
particularly with less fortunate people. I think his time at the ranch,
seeing all the boys from bad homes, made him appreciate what he had, coming
from a bad situation himself. My boys are great.

  I returned to the living room and took Lance aside. "That is Chuck. He is
a teacher. He and his wife work for me. They live at Jacob's house next
door. I don't have enough rooms for all of you here, so Chuck is going to
take the girls to Jacob's house."

  I could see him get nervous and agitated about the girls leaving. He
seems very protective of his siblings. "You met Dan on the plane, big
strong looking man? Well he is Jacob's personal bodyguard. He trained
Macon, and Max. He will be with them all the time. I promise they will be
safe."

  He calmed down a bit, but still seemed unsure. Ada appeared with the
freshly cleaned teddy bear and handed it to me. I walked over to the
youngest girl who I assumed the bear belonged, and held it out to her. She
jumped up and took it from me. Then threw her arms around my neck and
kissed my cheek. She hugged me for a moment then whispered in my ear "I'm
Lucy."

  I leaned away from her and said "Lucy I am very happy to meet you. I'm
Robert."

  Lance came to me and asked "Are you going to leave us too?"

  I glanced at Ada, who had a tear in her eye. It was decided. "No. I'm not
leaving you. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a long time."

  Lance then pointed to the second girl "Lori." Then the youngest boy
"Lenny." Then the middle boy "Larry." They all turned to look at me.

  "I'm happy to meet all of you. Welcome home." I am such a sucker for
strays. It's Ada's fault, she's as soft in the heart, as I am in the head.

  "We're gonna live here?" Lucy asked.

  "I am going to try to make it happen. I have a good friend that loves
legal battles too."

  Chuck took the girls with him to Jacob's house.

  Tim came over to me and said with a smile. "Maybe we should take them to
see Derrick."

  "My thoughts exactly. I couldn't get them into the dentist till next
week, so how about tomorrow?"

  "Why do you have guards?" Lance asked

  "Jacob and his brother Toby, and Tim, are all famous. Sometimes just
going out, people want to be near them, or touch them. In a crowd, this can
be bad, someone might get hurt, so we have guards to keep the people from
hurting the boys or themselves. Also there are bad people who want more
than just to be near them. Some even want to hurt them. So it's better to
protect them."

  "How many do you have?" he asked trying to understand it all.

  "You've met the ones I have here, but I have more at my other houses, and
so does Jacob."

  "Other houses?"

  "You'll see them eventually."

  I put the boys in the pool house guest rooms until we are sure they are
bug free.

  The next morning we were at the mall visiting Derrick. Macon positioned
himself at the door.

  "Robert, Tim! I'm glad you came to see me. Who are these handsome young
men?" Derrick was always glad to see us.

  "This is Lance, Larry, and Lenny. My latest project."

  "Well, at least monogramming will be easy. One room or three?"

  "Do you think one is big enough for all of us?"

  "One room it is then," he said ending the question.

  The six of us went to the largest room, Tim and I sat on the bench. There
was silence for a moment when Tim finally said "Derrick could I try on a
pair of the new jeans I saw near the door?" Derrick left and Tim started to
remove his pants. He was wearing violet colored boxer briefs. My favorite
kind, that leaves nothing to the imagination.

  Lance couldn't help but stare at Tim's exposed equipment. When Derrick
returned and handed Tim the jeans, Lance asked "Can I get a pair of those?"
Pointing at the briefs. Larry and Lenny nodded in unison.

  When Derrick returned, the boys removed their pants. None were wearing
underwear. None were hard, yet. I would guess that Lenny being the youngest
would be close to five inches [12 cm] when hard. Lance the oldest and
largest at about seven hard inches [18 cm]. Larry was of course in
between. I could see what Hank had meant when he said they were gifted, and
I could also see that Lenny had indeed scratched himself raw.

  "Lenny when we get home, I want to put some cream on that." I meant
medicated cream, but Tim could barely hold back his laughter at the double
meaning.

  I have made no bones about being a boy lover, and in that room with all
that boy flesh, my mouth was watering. Tim saw me looking at the
smorgasbord before me, and said "Remembering the 'appetizer' you had in
this very room?"

  "Yes, and all the wonderful meals since then too," I replied,
understanding the reference to our first time.

  "They do look appetizing, don't they?" Tim said of the boys.

  Derrick measured the boys, this time though they were only wearing boxer
briefs. When the back of his hand rubbed their crotches, they chubbed up
instantly.

  "You have good taste in projects Robert. I should be so lucky." Derrick
bemoaned.

  "You are rewarded more than most," I replied. He nodded and went to
retrieve some clothes.

  While he was gone, Lance turned his back to me and asked Tim "Does this
happen to you?" Indicating to his now engorged cock. In answer, Tim
unzipped the jeans he had tried on, and revealed his equally hard member.

  "Every time I come here," he said. "It's part of the fun of shopping."

  Seeing Tim's almost ten incher [25 cm] made Lance's eyes bulge.

  The three L's spent hours in that dressing room. For me, and Tim too, it
was fun to watch the boners flop about. Derrick got his jollies too by
making adjustments in their positions to fit more pants. By the end, the
six of us walked stiff legged away from that dressing room.

  "I'll put this on Jacob's account, but send the bill to you." Derrick
said as he bagged our purchases.

  "Jacob has an account now?" I asked.

  "Yes. I think he likes disrupting the mall. Every time he comes in it's a
circus. Dan sure earns his keep."

  "Well why not open me an account, I will be needing it now a lot more
than Jacob does."

  "No problem. I just wanted to make it simple for you. Your bill and
account info will be sent to your address."

  "Thanks. If I send in any of my boys, just put their charges on my
account."

  We had lunch at the food court in the mall, before going to the shoe
store. I was watching the boys as they took in all the sights. I guess they
had never been to a place like that.

  On the way home I told the boys they were not to wear any of these
clothes until after their second treatment from Hank. Then one of Jacob's
songs came on the radio. Lance asked me to turn it up because he loved the
song. Tim and I just smiled and I turned it up. Then I noticed Lance was
crying. I thought the song must remind him of something.

  When we got home, I took out the cd that had the song Lance liked. I
showed him how to put the cd in the player and I played that song and Lance
was very happy, but he started to cry again. Then I showed him the case
with Jacob's picture on it.

  He stared at the picture in shock for a long time. When the song ended he
asked "That's Jacob?"

  "Yes. That's how he got famous. He is a musical genius. He's also a very
good businessman." I picked up one of the house tablets and went to the
music folder, then to Jacob's folder. It has two subfolders, one with his
albums and one of songs he wrote for other artists. I showed Lance how to
navigate between the songs.

  I left him to it and went to my office. Lenny followed me in, and stood
looking at me. I finally asked "Is there something you need?"

  He produced a jar of hand lotion he must have got from one of the
downstairs bathrooms. It took me a moment before I remembered that I had
told him to remind me to put some cream on his pubis.

  "We need medicated cream for that." I happened to have some in my
bedroom, wouldn't you know, so we headed there.

  I sat on my bed and squirted some cream on my fingers. Lenny dropped his
pants and his erection popped right out. Still no underwear. I applied the
cream as gently as I could, making note of his beautiful cock, and also
looking for signs of bugs.

  Being only twelve, he had very little hair which Hank had apparently rid
of any unwanted creatures. Lenny had managed to scratch a good sized area
raw though.

  Of course, I had to move his hard as stone erection aside to apply the
cream. I mean, it was pointing straight up at his belly button, blocking
some of the irritated area. When I did this he let out a groan. I held his
nice boy cock in my left hand as I applied the cream with my right. He
involuntarily pushed his hips into my hands. I figured out that the poor
boy had been hard since he had started trying on clothes, several hours
earlier.

  As I wiped my hands off on some tissue, I asked him "Has that been hard
all this time?" he nodded.

  I cupped his ball sack in my palm "Do these hurt?" he nodded again. Poor
kid was probably suffering from his first case of 'blue balls'. I must help
him right?

  I reached into the nightstand and took out my handy bottle of olive
oil. I poured some on my palm and grabbed his dick. I slathered it up good
and stroked him. It only took a few seconds before I was shot right in the
face with a hot load of boy manna. As his cock continued to cover my face
in his own brand of cream, Lenny said "Aahhh." His first, sort of, word to
me, which he repeated with each facial blast I received.

  I was surprised at the magnitude of his eruption. I can only assume he
had started puberty early. I had only expected a dribble, maybe a squirt,
not a blast.

  When he had finished, I continued to stroke it slowly. For him of course,
not my own enjoyment. "Does it feel better now?" I asked of his blue balls.

  He nodded.

  When he didn't go soft after a minute, I looked up at his face and asked
"Want to go again?"

  He gave me a huge smile and nodded quickly.

  I stroked him a bit longer, but I'm weak. I couldn't stand it. I stopped
stroking, and he seemed disappointed. I went to the bathroom and wet a
cloth with warm water.

  He was still standing with his pants at his ankles and his cock sticking
up, confused expression on his face.

  I wiped his cock with the cloth, then lay it on the night stand. Turning
back to him I looked in his eyes as I planted my face in his crotch. I took
his entire meat in one fell swoop. He threw his head back and gave me
another "Aahh". He let me do the work, only occasionally thrusting his hips
when the feeling was too intense. I was soon rewarded for my efforts with a
nice load of boy manna. That's what it is to me, manna from heaven sent
through a boy cock.

  There's nothing so nice as having a boy cock in your mouth and his balls
bouncing on your chin. Knowing you are giving him pleasure. Receiving
pleasure in return. The pleasure of serving the sweet young boy.

  When I had received all his offering, and nursed his cock till it went
soft, he pulled up his pants, said "Thanks." and left.

  His first actual words to me were to thank me for sucking his cock. I
should thank him for allowing me to.

  After he left, I came to my senses. I worried what was to happen when he
tells Lance what I did. Lance is so protective of his siblings, I was sure
he would storm out dragging them all with him. Probably go straight to the
cops. Damn! Why am I so weak when it comes to boy cock? It's a sickness, I
can't control it.

  I went to the living room to find the three L's. Lance was still
listening to music and crying. The other two were playing video games with
the sound turned down. I guessed Lenny hadn't told Lance, yet. I was a bit
alarmed though because Lance was still crying.

  I got his attention, "What's wrong Lance?"

  "I don't know."

  "Does the song remind you of anything or anybody?" I asked curiously.

  "No. I've never heard this song. But it makes me cry."

  I took the pad and punched in Jacob's symphony. By the tenth note he was
crying again. It was odd to say the least.

  I looked through my music list and found a song that I don't like,
probably downloaded by John, my ex guard. I played it and Lance just
smirked and shrugged. Then I found a rap song, Lance sort of shivered and
sneered. I then played Jacob's rendition of Stairway to Heaven. Lance began
crying again. But then, it affects me that way too.

  "Do you always react this way to music?" I asked him.

  "Well we didn't have electricity so I've only heard music for
awhile. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Is that bad? Please don't tell
Jacob, I don't want to cause trouble."

  "I don't think Jacob will mind that you cry at his music. Music is
suppose to touch you. I cry when I hear Jacob's music too. But mostly
because It's my boy's music. I have seen other people react differently to
his stuff. Mostly though people like it. Do you like it?"

  "I love it. I'm sorry I cry."

  "Don't be. It's perfectly alright."

  Ada had taken the girls shopping, returned and went straight to her
room. Evan Max asked Macon to cover for him, as he was exhausted. I
explained to the girls not to wear anything until Hank had treated them
again. They seemed disappointed, and Lucy said "Not even the shoes? I don't
have any hair on my feet."

  Sometimes it's hard to argue with a child's logic. I relented, and said
they could wear the shoes, and told the boys the same. Five kids
disappeared instantly.

  I went to see Ada, hoping not to find her packing her bags. "Are you
alright?" I asked drawing her to me.

  She rested her head on my chest. "Yes. They weren't misbehaving, they're
just girls, and girls are different than boys. Girls are a lot of work. I'm
sure I was back then too."

  "Do you need me to hire some help for you? I know this isn't what you
signed up for," I said in hopes of keeping her around.

  "Robert, you can't get rid of me that easily. I'll stick with you no
matter what. If you murder the governor's daughter on the courthouse steps
at high noon in front of tv cameras, I'll tell the cops it was self defence
as I call Jim. As far as help... too late. I already talked to
Vickie. She's gonna keep the girls there, even after the bug crisis is
over. She likes girls. This is a boys house. Mine is the only vagina
allowed here." She laughed.

  "Well if I'm only allowed one vagina, I'm glad it's the best one." That
brought a smile to her face.

  "Speaking of vaginas, those girls seem awfully mature to be so young."
Ada stated.

  "What do you mean?"

  "A girl matures just like a boy. We grow and our body changes especially
at puberty. Those girls didn't have any panties, so I got some first. I put
the panties on the girls, and I couldn't help noticing how mature their
little pussies were. They didn't look like they belong on little girls."

  "I know what you mean. Lenny is pretty mature for only twelve too. Maybe
puberty just sets in early in that family."

  "Maybe... but I don't know. It just seemed different than I remember that
age to be." She said, furrowing her eyebrows, and shaking her head.

  "They've been to the doctor, so I can assume everything checked out. By
the way, they have dentist appointments lined up. One each day next
week. Mostly checkups for now. Then we will see what they need done and
work from there."

  She rolled her eyes, "You're the boss." she said.

  "Sometimes I wonder about that though," I said. Ada gave me her evil
smile.

  I heard voices as I entered the main house. It was the sound of kids
arguing over which game to play. When I reached the living room, it went
dead silent. Lance got up and walked over to the other four, picked up a
game and handed it to Lenny. He started the game, and no more arguing.

  I sat down and Lance sat beside me. "Jacob makes music. How are the other
boys famous?"

  "Jacob's real brother, Toby, writes the words to the songs. They're
called lyrics. It's sort of like poetry set to music. Because Jacob's music
is so popular, it sells lots of copies, Toby gets paid for the words, like
Jacob gets paid for the music. He is not as famous as Jacob, or as rich,
because his face isn't on the discs. Look here on the case, see lyrics by
Toby Campbell."

  Tim interrupted "Uh... Dad."

  Oh shit my bad, I had forgotten that these boys haven't been to school.

  "Sorry, Lance."

  "What about Tim? You said he was famous too."

  "Tim has made a couple of movies. Well, actually only one has been
released, the other is due out soon. Oh shit! Tim, You have a tour coming
up."

  "Yes, we leave Saturday morning."

  "I completely forgot. I can't possibly go now. Shit!! Uh Macon will have
to go with you. Max will just have be on extended duty."

  "Dad. We planned it so I would go at the same time Jacob is touring. We
will be in the same cities at the same time. I will do the tv shows in the
mornings and Jacob's concerts at night. Just as we planned. Dan will be
with us the whole time."

  "Uh yeah but... but."

  "It's okay Dad, I understand. It's only four cities in five days. I'll be
back before you know it."

  "Tour? What's a tour?" Lance asked.

  "In Jacob's case, he is doing a concert tour playing his music. Tim is
doing a promotional tour for his upcoming movie. He will be on television
shows talking about the movie to get people interested in seeing it," I
explained.

  "I'd like to see it." Lance said anxiously.

  "I happen to have a copy. No one who isn't involved in the movie has seen
it so you will be a test audience." Lance got really excited and so did the
others. "Right after dinner," I said fatherly. The five L's faces
dropped. Tim grinned.

  During dinner, Lance asked Tim about the movie. Tim explained it was
based on a true story about a high school basketball player. Lucy asked if
he got to kiss a girl in the movie. Tim answered that as a matter of fact
he did. This made the girls giggle, and the boys snicker.

  Before I started the film, Tim suggested I invite Jacob. "He hasn't seen
it, and you know he won't go to the theater. I called and in ten minutes
Jacob, Dan, Vickie, Chuck, Toby, Mike, and Tim's grandma, all were sitting
in my media room.

  "You introduce everyone, I'll make popcorn." Said Ada.

  Dan saw both Max and Macon sitting there and asked "Who's minding the
cams?" Max held up a pad he had sent the feed to. Dan is always on the job
and expects his men to be too.

  Tim introduced his grandma, Toby, and Mike to the five new additions to
the family. Tim explained to his grandma that this is the second movie, not
the first. She said she hasn't seen the first one yet. He told her she
probably wouldn't. I don't think he wanted his grandma to see his big cock
flopping around.

  Once Ada brought the refreshments, I started the film. Tim had forgotten
about the opening scene where he is in his underwear, so had I. As soon as
it started, I looked at grandma. I could see her eyes go straight to his
package, and then go wide, and her mouth dropped open. Every girl present
turned to look at Tim. They knew he was strikingly beautiful, now they knew
he was hung like a horse too. I heard Mike whisper to Toby, "I think it's
even bigger than yours." Which earned him an elbow to the side.

  When Ted said his line about scaring the girlfriend away, every girl in
the room nodded, even Lorie and Lucy. The film progressed, and everyone was
caught up in the story, forgetting about Tim's cock. During the makeout
scene Lorie and Lucy giggled more but that passed. By the end of the film,
there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Everyone applauded. I was afraid we
would have to carry grandma home, she was so emotional seeing her grandson
die on screen.

  Jacob came to Tim and said "I wish I had taken the job as director
now. It is a wonderful film. You're going to win an Oscar for this one," he
was right, Tim did win. The only Oscar the movie won was for best
actor. But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

  Lance was crying again. "It was so hard to see you die like that," he
said between sobs.

  "I didn't die, it's called acting."

  "I know, but still it was hard." Lance acknowledged.

  Jacob said "I'm still getting over hearing them talk. Dad, it never
ceases to amaze me, what you can do. But is he always this sensitive?"

  "This is nothing. You should see him listen to music," I told him.

  "What do you mean?"

  "He cries while listening to music. Your's really sets him off. Others
too. He doesn't seem to like rap, and a few other songs he doesn't respond
to much. Watch." I put on Jacob's symphony. Lance wasn't even paying
attention to us, in no time he was bawling like a baby.

  "Can I borrow him for awhile tomorrow?"

  "I'm sure he would love to spend some time with you."

  After the others had gone, taking the girls with them, Lance asked "Can
we watch Tim's other movie.

  "I'm not sure that is a good idea, Lance. It may bring back bad memories
for you."

  "How?"

  "Well it's mainly about two kids who go live in a cabin in the woods."

  He laughed "Sounds like my kind of movie."

  I thought for a moment "Okay. You boys go take showers and get ready for
bed. Then you can watch it."

  They returned wearing the fluffy robes I have in all my bathrooms. The
opening scenes are pretty violent. I doubt that any of the boys know
anything about the Nazis. This part probably went right over their heads,
but the teens escaping from being murdered they could understand. Jacob's
soundtrack kept Lance in tears throughout the entire film. He wasn't
blubbering, but there was an almost constant flow of tears.

  I watched their faces when the nude scenes came. None of the boys seemed
shocked. No one giggled or anything. They did stare in awe as Tim ran
passed the camera fairly close. During the big love scene, Lance looked
over at Larry then at Lenny. They gave him a strange look, he shrugged his
shoulders at them.

  Lance, still crying, hugged Tim at the end of the movie.

  "You're a very good actor. I love your movies."

  I was listening to them when it dawned on me that Lance and his siblings
spoke very well. I mean the three that were talking to me at least. They
seemed to make well formed sentences and used correct terms and tenses. It
is strange that they can't read and have no education.

  I went to my room, and a minute later, Lenny walked in. "Lenny, before
you enter anyone's room, it is proper to knock."

  "I'm sorry. I will," he came over to me and held out his hand. He had the
medicated cream in his hand.

  He had the cream, he knows how to apply it, yet he wants me to. Hmm. I
could see his robe still tented from watching the hot scene in the
movie. He hadn't told Lance what I had done earlier. It doesn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out where this was going.

  "Do you need help with the... uh cream again, Lenny?" he gave me a big
smile and a quick nod of his head. I took the cream from him, and he opened
his robe. Nothing underneath to hide the beautiful specimen of hard boy
meat. "Do you want help with that too?" I wanted him to admit that is why
he came in.

  "Yes, please," he said giving his hips a little forward movement.

  "Should I use my hand?" I love teasing boys.

  "Maybe your mouth would work better," he said as if we were working on a
project or something.

  "Ok. You're the boss," I said and was rewarded with a grin. I pulled him
to me by his hips, swallowing his cock instantly. He let out a moan and
placed his hands on top of my head. I started working his meat as I know
they like. He began thrusting in and out, picking up the pace I set. Soon
he was holding my head and facefucking me. His cock just reaching my
throat, but not quite going in. He got the hang of it quickly, and I
allowed him to do all the work. After only a minute I could see his stomach
muscles tense. He stood on his toes, as he gave me two final
thrusts. Holding my head tight to his groin, he blasted my throat with a
healthy load of his cream. He vibrated to his finish, before letting go of
my head.

  I sucked a bit longer trying to get the very last drop. Then looking up
into his face I smacked my lips and said "Delicious," he smiled big again.

  I applied the medicated cream to the rashy area, watching as his cock
drooped a bit. I replaced the lid to the tube of cream, and wiped my hands
on a tissue. He was still standing nude in front of me when I finished.

  He looked at me expectantly, so I asked "Again?"

  He nodded and said "Yes please." How could I say no when he asked so
politely. Not that I wanted to, but I swallowed his cock again. Once he was
hard, it was a repeat of round one.

  Lenny had given me four loads of his boyjuice, in just a matter of
hours. most of that time we were busy doing other things. I couldn't help
but wonder what he could do if we spent an entire day in bed. I know that
my jaws would be very tired though.

  When Tim came in later he asked "What are you grinning about?" I guess I
had a happy smile on my face.

  "Just the four loads of boy cum in my belly," I said as I took off his
briefs.

  "Who's?"

  "Lenny."

  "Lenny. Really. Lenny and who?"

  "Just Lenny."

  "You have sucked him four times today? How am I to leave you for a whole
week, when I can't turn my back on you for a minute? Lord, what will happen
to those poor boys while I'm gone?"

  "You're just jealous that you won't be here to see it."

  "You're right about that. Promise to tell me about it when I get back?"

  "Sure. I know what you will do to me when you hear all the gory details,"
I said as I put my legs around his waist.

  The next day, Lance went to see Jacob. Tim took him over to the studio
because he needed info about their upcoming trip. They had no more than
shut the door behind them, when Lenny came to me with the medicated cream.

  "Do you need more help?" I asked him.

  He nodded.

  "Just with the cream?"

  He shook his head.

  "You want me to suck it again?"

  He smiled and nodded.

  That was all the encouragement I needed. I took his hard cock into my
mouth, and treated it like it was the only source of nourishment
around. This time I would take him to the edge and back off, only to take
him there again. I could tell he was dying to cum, his legs were shaking,
and he was moaning loud. When I finally let him cum, he could hardly stand.

  "Oh... Oh... Oh AAHhh," he unloaded in my mouth this time. I needed to
taste his nectar, and I wasn't going to pass on the opportunity. He
produces a lot of cum for a kid. I actually had to swallow before he
finished flowing.

  When I withdrew, he was completely out of breath. His chest was heaving,
I almost felt sorry for him. Not so much that I wouldn't blow him again
though.

  I gave him a few minutes to recover, slowly stroking his seemingly
endless erection. Then I went for round two. This time I let him control
the action, and he did. He power thrusted my face for about ten minutes
before holding my head tightly to his crotch and unloading.

  I applied the cream, then told him "You're getting healed nicely. I don't
think you need the cream anymore," he looked terribly disappointed, so I
added "But we can still take care of your other problem," he smiled really
big and said "Thanks. See you this afternoon." Cocky little shit.

  The afternoon came and so did Lenny. Twice again. Tim and Lance didn't
show up until after dinner, and Lenny's third visit.

  Lance was very excited. "Jacob wants me to work for him," he exclaimed. I
looked at Tim and he nodded.

  "We spent the day with Jacob. We even flew to Chicago for a meeting he
had there. The whole time he just played music and watched Lance's
reaction. I don't think I heard an entire song the whole day. Just bits and
pieces. We had dinner on the jet, and when we got back to his house, Jacob
said he wanted Lance to work for him. He even gave him a title. Director of
artist development. He said he would call you later."

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