Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2019 20:12:06 -0500
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Campbell Boys part 5 bisexual adult/youth

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Campbell Boys part 5
Chapter 21-24

Chapter 21

  Jacob called about an hour later. "What's up son?" I asked knowing he had
something to tell me.

  "It's about Lance. You know how certain songs make you cry. Sometimes it
brings back memories or sometimes it's just about what the lyrics are
referring to. Whatever the reason, everyone will cry at some song. Studies
have linked it to the frontal lobe and neurons or some such shit. Some
people are more sensitive than others. Lance is hyper sensitive. I don't
know if there are others like him, or even if there is a name for it.

  "I spent the whole day testing him. I played songs that were big hits,
songs that sucked, songs that haven't been released. He nailed all of
them. By that I mean, a song by an artist that was a big hit, he cried.
Same artist, similar tempo and style of song, but complete flop, he didn't.
He hasn't been out of the woods long enough to know which were hits and
which weren't. He just responded.

  "Another thing. You know music is mathematical. If you walked into a
classroom and saw 2+2=7 written on the blackboard, you would think 'who the
fuck wrote that shit?' right. Well when I hear music that is off, I think
who wrote that shit. I purposely played him stuff that was just slightly
off, and he literally cringed.

  "There is also certain tones and phrases that are what I call 'sweet
spots' in hit songs, and music in general. He responded to each one. He is
like a musical barometer. I guarantee you if I were to play two hundred
songs to him, he would be able to pinpoint where they would end up on the
charts."

  "So what's this job, and the title 'Director of artist development?" I
asked

  "You know when I started Cambell Road Studios, I wanted my own label and
to help new artists. I receive hundreds of requests from artists, and I
haven't the time to deal with it. I haven't recorded any new artists
because I don't have time to weed through them all and decide which ones to
sign. That's where he comes in. I want him to listen to some new artists
and tell me which ones to sign and record.

  "It costs a lot of money to promote a new artist. I wasn't willing to do
it before on someone else's recommendation. Him, I would be not only know
which artists, I will know which songs to release as singles and which
albums to promote, etc."

  "Did he ask how much it pays?" I always get down to the money, I learned
it from Jacob.

  "No, he didn't. He hasn't been hanging around us long enough." Jacob
laughed. "I will give him one percent of sales. Before you ask, yes that is
a lot, but I expect great things from him. I'm the one who will be risking
millions on his tears."

  "What does he have to do?"

  "Listen to demos.. go to clubs and listen to bands. If I sign the band or
artist, he will be in the recording sessions to be sure it all goes well.
He is almost as good as I am at pointing out bad musicians."

  "Do you think he is as talented musically as you?"

  "No. He's just very sensitive, about everything. People, situations, and
especially music. I checked, he has no writing or playing abilities. You
don't have to be a baker to know when a cake tastes like shit though."

  Jacob has always been good with analogies.

  Tim was anxious to get me into bed but he was too tired for anything
other than a blow job. In the morning, after Ada brought my espresso, Tim
fucked me into the mattress. Tim's cock has gotten huge. I swear it's now
as big, if not bigger than Dan's. He uses it well too. The kid has a lot
going for him. He is one of the most beautiful people on the planet, he is
a gifted actor, he has a huge cock, and extremely kind as well.

  While Tim's cock softened in my ass, I heard a noise, that sounded like
someone trying to close my door quietly. I guessed it was Lenny wanting his
morning blow job. I wondered how he felt about what he might have seen.

  When I entered the living room later, the three L's had already eaten
breakfast. Tim went to get something to eat, and Lenny dragged me to his
bedroom. The door was barely closed, when his shorts hit the floor at his
ankles. He wasn't wearing underwear, I guess so it would be one second
quicker to get to his cock.

  "Did you need something, Lenny?"

  He nodded his head. I said "You have to talk to me sometime, why not
start with asking for what you want?"

  Lenny looked a little disgruntled but said "Will you suck it for me?"

  You gotta love a kid that knows what he wants. "I would love to. All you
have to do is ask. Most of the time the answer will probably be yes."

  I took care of Lenny's morning erection and just as I finished, Jacob
called.

  "Can Lance go with us on the tour? I can take him to a few clubs to see
some bands. You know, sort of on the job training."

  "Well, he only has a dentist appointment next week. You will be back on
Thursday, I can have his as the last one of the five, and do it on
Friday. But with three of you going, I would feel better if you took Macon
too."

  "No problem. Thanks Dad." He said as he hung up.

  I took Lance aside and told him "Jacob has invited you to go with them on
this tour. He's going to take you to clubs and hear a few bands, to get
your opinion on them."

  I could see him getting agitated again. "I promise to take good care of
your siblings. They will be perfectly safe here. Max will be on duty, and
we have a guard at the gate too." He calmed down a bit.

  "I'm sorry, but I've just been so used to taking care of them. I guess I
worry too much. I would love to go on the tour, if it's okay with you."

  Tim overheard us talking. "Lance is going too? That's great, we'll have a
blast. But what about extra rooms and stuff?

  "You know how Jacob is. He always books an entire floor when he stays in
hotels. In L.A. you will probably stay at his house there. I don't think he
has a house in Chicago, but he might. I know he looked at a place in the
Dakota, in New York. Last I heard though, is he's waiting for approval on
it. He has made a lot of trips to Houston, but I think it was mostly about
commercial real estate, not residential. With him, anything is possible
though."

  "Actually, he decided against the Dakota, bought a penthouse in another
building instead. He didn't want to be neighbors with Yoko Ono." Tim
informed me.

  "How old is Jacob?" Lance asked after hearing all that.

  "He is almost seventeen. He made his first million before he was
fourteen. Hasn't stopped since. Everything he touches turns to gold, and I
think he is about to touch you. Consider yourself lucky. He directed the
first movie that Tim was in. Tim is rich now partly due to Jacob. I was
rich before I met Jacob. But now, by comparison, he makes me seem poor. My
friend, business partner, and attorney, Jim, now works exclusively for
Jacob. But the cheap bastard still charges me a retainer fee."

  "How can a kid do all that? I mean buying houses and stuff." Lance seemed
dumbfounded by it all.

  "Well, most of it is bought and held by various corporations, which Jacob
owns. I'm sure it's better for tax purposes and stuff. Jim handles all that
for him.

  "If you are going with Jacob and Tim, I need to get Hank back here for
another treatment."

  I called Hank and he agreed to treat Lance again, but the others would
have to wait until the next Wednesday.

  Just after I hung up the phone, Chuck showed up wanting to take Lance so
he could do some evaluations, and said Jacob wanted Tim too. They had some
pre trip preparations to make. I told Chuck to have Lance back by 6 for
Hank.

  I went to my office to get some work done. As I sat there at my desk, I
discovered I no longer cared about market swings and stock analysis, etc. I
used to enjoy the challenge, but not anymore. My investment and property
income was a lot more than I make from my work. I decided right then to
retire.

  I had plenty of money, and huge income. My boys are rich and getting
richer. There is no need for me to continue. I can concentrate on things
that make me happy, like boys. Like the strays that I recently acquired.
Like the ones at the ranch. Like the strays I might acquire in the future.

  I typed out a letter to all my clients before I changed my mind. I
recommended a friend of mine as a replacement. Thanked them for their
patronage, and wished them well.

  Then I called the friend and told him to expect a large increase in
business. I sent the letters, and instantly felt a huge weight lift from my
shoulders. I took my business laptop and stuck it in a file cabinet, and
locked it away.

  When I reached the living room, Larry and Lenny were playing on the game
console. I listened to their boisterous banter for a few minutes before
speaking up.

  "It's good to hear you talking Larry. You might as well talk to me
too. Your brothers and sister do." He immediately clammed up.

  I walked over to him and said "At least you could tell me how much you
hate it here, and wish you had never come here."

  His eyes got real big. "Oh no! That's not true." He saw me smile and he
realized I had tricked him into speaking.

  "So, you don't hate it here?"

  "No. You've been very nice to us."

  "Good to hear. Let's see if you still feel that way after your visit with
the dentist." I joked. He didn't seem to get the joke though.

  I let the boys get back to their game, and went looking for Ada.

  "Ada, I've decided to retire." I told her happily.

  "About fucking time." Sweet as ever Ada. "You know your interests have
changed. I knew it a long time ago. So, what now?" She asked.

  "My first priority for now is these kids. I need to get them educated
first, then make sure they can care for themselves."

  "Sounds like a plan. I'm onboard. Whatever you need, just let me know."
Ada really is a kind person, she just hides it well.

  "Thanks Ada. I don't know what I'd do without you." I said with a hug.

  A little later, Lenny wanted his afternoon blow job. He came to me and
took my hand and started pulling me toward his bedroom in the pool house.

  I stood my ground and said "What is it Lenny? Is something wrong?"

  He looked disgruntled for a second. "Nothing's wrong. I need you."

  "Need me? Need me for what?"

  "I need to be sucked again. Please." He was seriously in need, if he said
please.

  I went to his room with him and asked "How often do you play with
yourself?"

  "Before we came here about eight or ten times a day. But now I wait for
you. You do it much better than I do."

  "Really? Eight times a day? You're a horny little guy. Do you always
shoot so much stuff when you do it yourself?"

  "Yeah, usually." He grinned.

  Damn. If the world ever came to an end, I hope he was one of the
survivors. He could single handedly repopulate the world. I swallowed his
cock, and soon swallowed his cum.

  When I finished and he was recovering, I asked him "Do you ever do
anything like this with your brothers?"

  "No." He answered, then as an afterthought "Not with my brothers."

  Interesting. The way he said it implies he had done something with
someone. Were there other kids alone in the woods? Or perhaps someone he
met after being rescued? Surely he didn't mean he did things with his
little sisters.

  I considered these things as I blew him again. Ada had mentioned
something about the girls seeming more mature than their age would
indicate.

  When Lance and Tim returned, I asked Lance to come to my office. "How
long were you and your siblings alone in the woods?" I asked, just to get
the conversation going.

  "A little over two years." He answered shyly.

  "Do you know what happened to your parents?"

  "Not really. I know they didn't go to town though. They just didn't come
back one day. Sometimes me and my father went hunting. Sometimes he took my
mother instead. It was early spring, and I think he was hoping to get
something big, and would need mother's help bringing it home."

  "You took care of your brothers and sisters two years by yourself. How on
earth did you manage?"

  "Like I said. My father taught me to hunt and fish. Mom taught me to
cook, I make a pretty good squirrel stew. The kids helped too by doing what
I told them. Larry and Lenny brought in firewood, and stuff like that. The
girls kept the cabin clean and washed our clothes."

  "It's very admirable the way you stepped up to help your family. How long
had your parents lived in the woods?"

  "My father said most people can't be trusted. I think they went to the
woods just after I was born. They didn't want to raise a family around
people who couldn't be trusted. I know that Larry and all the others were
born there in the cabin, but I think I was born in the city."

  It was all starting to make sense now. His parents were refugees from
society. Like modern day hippies living off the land in a commune.

  "Now Lance, I want to ask you something that might be difficult for you
to answer. Did you ever see your parents doing anything that might seem
strange to you? Maybe late at night when the kids were sleeping? They may
have been kissing and stuff."

  He knew exactly what I was talking about. He immediately hung his head,
and gave a slight nod.

  "Do you know what they were doing?" He didn't look up, just gave another
nod.

  "It's okay son. You're not in any trouble. I promise. I just need to know
so I can help." I could see tears running down his cheeks.

  "Did you or your brothers ever do anything like that with your sisters?"

  His shoulders started heaving, and tears were streaming from his eyes. I
got to my knees in front of him "Really, it's ok. I'm not going to get
angry I promise. Tell me what happened."

  It took a minute but he finally recovered enough to say "I tried to stop
him. I know it wasn't right."

  I handed him a box of tissues and he blew his nose. "I came home from
fishing one day and Lori was crying. She wouldn't tell me what was
wrong. The next day I came in and caught Larry on top of her, and she was
crying and trying to push him off. I lost my temper and hit him. He yelled
at me that mom and dad did it so they could too. I told him mom didn't cry
when dad did it so it was ok. But he was hurting Lori, so it wasn't ok. I
told him not to do it again.

  "A few days later, I could tell something was wrong with Lori. I asked
her but she said he didn't do anything. I could always tell when something
happened, but she always denied it. I think she just didn't want me to hit
him again.

  "Then one day I came in and they were on the floor side by side. Lenny
was doing it to Lori, and Larry was doing it to Lucy. Lori just had her
eyes closed and not making a sound, but Lucy was crying and saying 'It
hurts. Stop it.'. I pushed the boys off and told the girls to get dressed.

  "It was late afternoon, so I had to wait til morning. I didn't know how
far it was, but when dad went to town he was gone for a couple of days. At
first light, I took the kids and went down the mountain to the city.

  "The first house we came to I knocked on the door, and an old lady came
out with a shotgun. I threw my hands up real fast and said 'Please don't
shoot. We need help.' She looked at all of us for a second then called the
police. She was actually pretty nice considering it all. She gave us
cookies and milk while we waited for the police."

  He started crying again. "I let my parents down. They wouldn't have
wanted me to take the kids to the city. I just couldn't let him hurt them
anymore. He even made Lenny do it. Lenny only did it because Larry told him
to.

  "My dad showed me how to take care of my 'urges' as he called it. I
showed my brothers. But Larry wanted to do what Mom and Dad did. I had to
hunt to feed them. I couldn't watch them all the time. I know he would do
it again. I had to stop him.

  "He even did it after Doris got us. She caught us fighting about it. She
called me a savage and made me sleep outside. Three days. Three whole days,
she kept me from them. I knew he was doing it again. I couldn't help her."

  He was so torn up about it. On one hand he couldn't protect his sister,
and the other, he had to go against his parents wishes. He felt duty bound
to feed them, and he couldn't leave them alone together. Poor kid was
really in a catch 22, damned if he did, damned if he didn't. And being as
sensitive as he is, made it twice as hard on him.

  "It's not your fault Lance. Under the circumstances, you did more than
anyone would expect. Your parents would understand that you did what you
had to do. You cared for your siblings for two years. No one your age could
do more for them than you did. It's amazing that they are alive and well
today, and it's only because of you.

  "As for your sisters, a lot of girls go through worse things. I will make
sure they get any help they need.

  "I want you to know, I think you are a remarkable young man, and I have
nothing but the utmost admiration for you." I hugged him and kissed his
head. He seemed to calm a bit.

  "Lori and Lucy like living at Jacob's house. Vickie seems to like them
too. Can they stay there?" He asked. I know it was to protect them.

  "I'm sure we can make some sort of arrangement. Now go wash your face and
get yourself together, so your brothers don't know anything about this."

  He left and returned a few minutes later, looking refreshed. "I told you
my dad would go into town once in awhile for a couple of days. When he
went, he always took this with him. That's how I know they didn't go to
town." He said, handing me an old wallet. "It was Dad's. I didn't let
anyone know I had it. I didn't trust Doris or the authorities. I know I can
trust you. My dad would have trusted you too."

  I looked through the wallet, and found a driver's license from
Georgia. Lawrence Mapplethorpe III. "Is this your father?" I asked Lance,
showing him the photo. He nodded. Makes sense, Lance, Larry, and Lenny
could all be derivatives of Lawrence.

  Looking further through the wallet, I found $600 in cash, various
receipts, what looked like a safety deposit box key, and oddly enough, a
platinum American Express card. What was a refugee from society doing with
a platinum card?

  "May I keep these for awhile? I can probably find out a lot about your
family with this information."

  "I know. I'm a little afraid of what you might find, though. But whatever
it is, we have to face it eventually. Can we still stay with you even if
you find out something bad?" He asked tearfully.

  "I certainly hope so. But you may have grandparents who are looking for
you though. I can only do what the law allows. I promised to help you kids,
and do what is best for you. If that means I have to battle for you in
court then I will. But if I think you're better off with your grandparents,
that is what I will do.

  "You have been the one making the decisions for your family for two
years. So far you have made excellent choices. I will leave this up to
you. Do you trust me enough to do what is best for you kids, even if it
might not be what either of us would prefer, or do I forget I ever saw this
wallet?"

  He stood pensively for a moment. "As I said, we have to face it
eventually. Maybe best to do it before we get too attached here."

  Again I hugged him, and after he left I gave Jim a call. I was still on
the phone with Jim, when Lenny came in. I gestured toward a chair and he
sat as I finished my conversation.

  "What can I do for you Lenny?" I asked as if I didn't know.

  "I need to be sucked again." I have definitely created a monster with
this kid.

  "I assume you haven't told your brothers about this have you?"

  "No, but..."

  "But what?"

  "Last night Larry made me do it for him."

  "What do you mean he made you do it? Did he threaten you?"

  "Well, he kinda said he might should tell you something."

  "Was this something that you and he did to your sisters?"

  He looked down at the floor, but nodded

  "Well I already know about that. Don't let him use that against you
again."

  He was surprised I knew it.

  "Did you like doing that for him?"

  "It was ok."

  "Did he at least return the favor?"

  "No, he only stroked mine."

  I unzipped his pants and his cock sprung out. I've got to get this kid to
wear underwear. I sucked him, twice again. Then he asked "Do you want me to
do it for you?"

  "Not right now, maybe another time."

  When I finished with Lenny, Hank was giving Lance another treatment. He
said they all looked pretty clean, but he would go ahead and treat them
again on Wednesday anyway. Good news for a change.

  Tim, Jacob and Lance were leaving the next day, so that night Tim wanted
special attention. As if he didn't always get it anyway.

Chapter 22

  I sat at the table having my second espresso of the day. Tim and Lance
had left for the tour with Jacob. I felt alone again. I hadn't been away
from Tim for more than a day since we met. Now I wasn't going to see him
again for a week. I could feel another panic attack coming on.

  "Ut oh." Said Ada

  "What?"

  "The last time you had that expression, I had to slap you. Are we doing
this again?" Ada said with a glimmer of hope in her voice.

  "You're right, I'm feeling sorry for myself and lonesome already. He just
left and already the panic is setting in." I explained.

  "Yeah I got that, but do I get to slap you again or not?" Ada smiled.

  "Not. That fucking hurt last time. I just get so attached to these boys,
I can't help but feel lonely when they leave."

  "Well there are two other strays to keep you occupied while Tim is away."

  "You're right as always. That's why I keep you around. You're my voice of
reason. You keep me grounded." I said giving her a peck on the cheek.

  "I knew it wasn't because of our great sexlife." She quipped.

  Lenny showed up and Ada went to make him breakfast. He took my hand and
led me to my bedroom. I knew what he wanted, and didn't resist. He was
wearing one of the robes I keep in stock, and nothing under it. I sat in a
chair and bent to take him into my mouth. He placed his hands on my head
and did most of the work till his legs started to tremble. Then I really
worked him over until he filled my mouth with his boy cream.

  He closed his robe and turned to leave. "Just once? Usually you want to
do it twice." I said astonished.

  "I did once already this morning." He said as he left.

  I wonder if that meant he did with Larry.

  After breakfast with Lenny and Larry, I was trying to put things in order
in my office when Chuck called.

  "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" He asked jokingly.

  "Hit me with the bad news then comfort me with the good."

  "These kids don't know anything about science, history, social studies,
or politics. They have no knowledge of films, music, sports. You know like
trivia stuff that everybody grows up with. Movie quotes and stuff like
that."

  "That doesn't sound so bad. Some of that shit I'd like to forget." I
replied.

  "The good news is, they are far from stupid. They can read which we had
assumed they couldn't. In fact they have read a lot of classic
literature. I was working with Lucy, and trying to be funny so to keep her
interested. I attributed a quote to Francis Bacon 'Better a witty fool than
a foolish wit'."

  "I think that was Shakespeare." I corrected.

  "That's exactly what she said, and you're both right. I don't know what I
was thinking at the time. Ironic when you consider I was being both a witty
fool and a foolish wit. But an uneducated ten year old nailed me on
it. That is when I changed my course of action. I knew then that they had
in fact been taught things. Lance eventually told me that they were brought
books by their father when he went to town, but only classic
literature. Well, up to Dickens and Twain. Even Lucy has read most of
Shakespeare, Tennyson, and Poe, the list goes on and on. That is why they
speak so well."

  "This is a surprise. The mystery deepens. The plot thickens. I wonder
what the whole story on these kids will be." I said, thinking out loud.

  "It's like they purposely didn't teach them about the world though."

  "At least you have something to work with and a place to start."

  "Yeah, it won't be as hard as I thought. I don't have to start with the
ABC's."

  Things went along rather well till Wednesday. Monday and Tuesday, Vickie
took the girls to the dentist, Wednesday Ada took Larry. I stayed home with
Lenny. Of course he got blown four times while they were gone. Just after
one they returned and I got a call from Jim.

  "Lawrence Mapplethorpe III is the son of... you guessed it, Lawrence
Mapplethorpe Jr. who of course is the son of Lawrence
Mapplethorpe. Lawrence Jr. and his wife Lydia, were killed by an intruder
thirteen years ago. Lawrence III and his wife Laura, disappeared, taking
their infant son with them.

  "What is with this family and the letter L? Anyway, Lawrence III
inherited his parents estate, which is sizable. The only activity on any of
the money has been through the platinum card. Purchases of food, clothing
and such paid for with the card and the balance paid each month by Laura's
brother in law, who is married to Laura's sister Liz. Actually her name is
Elizabeth, I just thought it appropriate that it start with an L.

  "So you have Lawrence III and Laura, who met while studying law at
Harvard, decide that the world is an awful place and want to protect their
infant son from it. They move off the grid, and all their bills are
forwarded to the brother in law.

  "Liz received a birthday card and a Christmas card from Laura every year
up to Christmas's three years ago. They had no idea where they were living,
but when she didn't receive a birthday card, she knew something was wrong.

  "By the way, this is costing you a small fortune. I hired help and pulled
strings all the way to New York. Lawrence Jr. was a partner in a large firm
there. He was a Harvard grad as well, and so was his dear old dad. Lawrence
the first, loved to hunt and fish, Jr. not so much. Lawrence one, would
take his grandson, Lawrence III with him to Arkansas where he had a cabin,
in fact he owned most of the mountain it was on.

  "When his parents were murdered, Lawrence III took his family to the one
place he felt safe. The cabin."

  "So, what does all this mean for Lance and his siblings?" I hate when I
have to drag information out of Jim, or anyone for that matter.

  "I'm so glad you asked. First, Lance is actually Lawrence Mapplethorpe
IV, according to the birth records I could find. They didn't bother to
register the other children's births. As such he is the sole heir to the
estate, if he can prove he is in fact the son, and the parents are dead."
Jim was enjoying this game too much.

  "How is he suppose to prove that?"

  "My dear friend, wake up and smell the new millennium. DNA buddy, DNA." I
hate it when he thinks he is sooo smart.

  "I meant how is he supposed to prove his parents are dead?"

  "Like I said, this is costing you. I hired about a hundred people, two
helicopters and most of the Arkansas rescue squad. They found two bodies on
that mountain, not far from the cabin. It appears as if they fell. Or maybe
one fell and the other tried to catch him. Either way the bodies were down
a ravine on top of each other. They are pretty decomposed so DNA is
necessary to identify them too. But it is a male and a female."

  "What did you tell the aunt and uncle?"

  "As little as possible. They receive a monthly stipend from the estate to
take care of things. Until we find out what killed the parents, I don't
want the kids whereabouts known. I told them that I represent the children,
and until everything is cleared up, I wasn't divulging their location. They
are not even aware of how many children we're talking about. Liz said she
knew her sister had at least one other child, because the cards said 'The
children are fine.' But she didn't know how many or what gender.

  "Where do we go from here?"

  "I'm sending someone over to take DNA samples of the children. Once
everyone has been processed, it will be compared to the DNA of Lawrence
Jr. The bodies also. If everything checks out, then Lance claims his place
as rightful heir.

  "The court will decide who the children will live with, that is if we
don't find a will. Doris had temporary custody, because no one knew who
they were. The aunt and uncle of course will have claims also. God only
knows who else is out there."

  "Do you really think people will want five kids?" I asked bemused.

  "Not the kids so much as the estate. Like I said, it's sizable."

  "Oh, yeah. I see what you mean. Well Lance is with Jacob and Tim on
tour. They should be back some time tomorrow, so don't send anyone over to
take samples till then."

  "Okay, will do."

  Jesus. These kids really do have problems. Just not the ones I was
expecting. I decided to wait to talk to Lance about all of this before
mentioning it to his siblings.

  Hank returned for another bug killing spree. After treating the boys
again, Hank looked a little sheepish when he finished with Larry, so I
asked him about it.

  "When I took him to the shower to treat his pubes, he was already
erect. I really tried to be professional about it, but he was rather
forceful. I didn't even get the solution on before he was pulling my face
to his groin. I resisted as long as I could, but you know how submissive I
can be. He just took control and pushed his cock into my mouth. He has a
very nice cock too, and he shoots a large load. I have to say, I didn't
mind the experience. He can face fuck me anytime."

  "Did anything happen with Lenny?" I asked out of curiosity.

  "No. As a matter of fact, last time I treated him, Lenny was hard the
whole time. This time I suspect he jerked off before I got here. He didn't
get hard til I was washing it off. Those are some healthy boys though. They
are going to make some girls really happy."

  "How is the bug situation?"

  "They're clean."

  "Great. Thanks for your help Hank. Consider Larry's load as part of your
tip." I laughed.

  That night Lenny came to my room. "I don't have bugs anymore. Can I sleep
with you?"

  "What about Larry?"

  "I don't want to sleep with him. He's mean. He makes me suck him, and he
doesn't suck me."

  "That's not very nice of him. Yes you can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow I
will see about changing things around." Larry seems to enjoy forcing
himself on people. First his sisters then Lenny and even my hairdresser,
Hank. This does not bode well for him.

  Although I did fondle Lenny, and he even fondled me some, nothing much
occurred that night.

  Ada entered with my morning espresso, gave Lenny and I a funny look and
exited. My espresso was cold by the time I used it to wash down Lenny's
morning load.

  Jacob, Tim, and Lance came in around three. They were all in a great
mood. Playing like brothers, horsing around and bad mouthing each other.

  "This big pussy cried for the entire week." Jacob said about Lance.

  "I might be a pussy, but girls were throwing their panties on stage, and
you still didn't get any." Lance retorted.

  "Well hanging out with Tim makes us all look like trolls." Jacob said
while shoving Tim's shoulder. "It was a blast, Dad. We had so much fun. Tim
was great on tv. Lance picked a group and a single artist for me to sign."

  "Oh and Dad, Jacob made a guest appearance on one of the shows I was
on. Then I got to introduce him at his concert that night." Tim said
excitedly.

  "Dad! Dad!" Lance interrupted "Jacob let us sing with him on stage
too. Well at least I did til I started crying."

  Tim, Larry, Lenny, Jacob and I, all turned and stared at Lance.

  "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Lance asked.

  "You just called him Dad." Tim explained.

  "I did?"

  "Yes, you did." I said.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I guess I just got excited."

  "It's quite alright. I am happy you feel comfortable enough to call me
Dad."

  Lance teared up a bit, and said "I really miss my dad. I haven't had one
for a couple of years and it felt good to be able to call someone Dad."

  "We know how you feel. That necklace he wears is well earned. That's why
we call him Dad, too." Jacob said as he and Tim drew Lance in for a hug.

  "Tell me more about your trip." I said. Tim and I have hung out with
Jacob many times. We know what kind of madhouse it can be. But for Lance,
it was all new and exciting.

  Lance told me all about Jacob's house in L.A., and about meeting the
superstar. He had no idea who she was or what she had done, until later
Jacob played some of her music for him. Of course he wept the whole
time. Then he told me about being in the television studio. Then about the
concerts, and Jacob's penthouse in New York.

  He talked for over an hour, with Lenny and Larry listening raptly.

  He seemed especially impressed with the way Dan and Macon kept them
safe. "I see now why you have them. Those people at the concerts, and even
the television audience, are nuts. They would have torn Jacob and Tim apart
if it wasn't for those guys."

  After Jacob and Dan left, I took Lance to my office. I told him
everything Jim had told me about his family. I explained how they had found
two bodies, that might be his parents. That someone was coming to take DNA
samples. I explained what DNA was and that it wouldn't hurt them.

  "So, my grandparents are dead too. No one can take me from you?"

  "Your father's parents are dead, I don't know about your mother's
parents. Your father didn't have any brothers or sisters, but you mother
had at least one sister. Any of these people could apply for custody of
you, and it would be up to a judge to decide.

  "Most judges will take into consideration what you might want. He will
also know that some people might try to get custody of you because of your
grandparents estate."

  "My grandparents had money?" He asked.

  "I don't know all the details, but I know it's enough to be a factor for
consideration."

  Lance sat silently for a moment, then I could see tears forming in his
eyes. His lips got tight, and his face scrunched up. I could tell he was
struggling with something.

  I drew him in and said "I know this is hard. Before it was always
possible that your parents were alive, now it seems they might not be. I'm
still here for you, and your brothers and sisters. You're not alone in
this."

  "Thanks. I know I can count on you. It's just that..well..I'm worried
about my sisters." He said through tears.

  "Your sisters are safe at Jacob's house. There's nothing to worry about."

  "That's just it. They are safe now. If we have to go someplace else, they
might not be. If we have to live with this aunt, Larry's going to hurt them
again. Here, I know where they are, and that someone is watching them, and
he can't get to them. I wanted us to all stay together, now...is it bad
that I hope we are split up?"

  He was right of course. If they all went to live with their aunt or
maternal grandparents, Larry would surely try to fuck his sisters
again. Lance had a lot of burden to bear, as sensitive as he is.

  Ada knocked on the door just then. "Jim is here with a medical tech of
some sort."

  "Ok, we'll be right out." I gave Lance a few minutes to wash his face and
gather himself together, before we made an appearance.

  The three boy L's were gathered to get samples taken, then Jim and the
tech would go to Jacob's house to see the girl L's. "Rob, more news. Doris
couldn't travel here with the children because she had a bacterial
infection in her heart. She died yesterday. The good news is she had
assigned custodianship to you before she went to the hospital. The papers
are on the way to my office now."

  And the hits just keep on coming.

  I looked at Lance, he shrugged. "To her we were just something to parade
in front of her society friends to show how wonderful she was. She didn't
really care about us. Not like you Robert."

  "She cared enough to send you to me, and tried to do the right thing
before she died."

  "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." Lance said.

  I took Jim aside and explained some of our concerns.

  "It will be awhile before this is cleared up. First we have to establish
that they are indeed the Mapplethorpe children. Then the rats will come out
of the woodwork and make claims to them."

  "Is there any way to spare these kids all that mess?"

  "Probably not. I expect that when the dust settles, there will be one or
two legitimate claimants that might have a chance of getting custody. Then
it will be in the judge's hands. They will probably even have to make a
court appearance or two.

  "What I can do, once we know all the players, is to minimize the long
term effect on the inheritance. I first have to see the wills of the father
and grandfather." Jim explained.

  "Just try to keep the impact on the kids to a minimum. They've been
through enough. They now have to face the loss of their parents and
grandparents. I know they've never really had grandparents, and the parents
have been out of their lives for a while, but it's still going to hit them
hard to find out they're deceased."

  I suggested Lance go with Jim and the tech to Jacob's house to tell the
girls about their parents, and what the tech was there for. Then when he
came back, he could explain it to Larry and Lenny.

  I sat alone in my office thinking about what lay in store for the five
L's. I guess that living in the woods wouldn't have been too hard for
them. It was all they knew. They didn't have to go from living in a modern
world to 'roughing it'. Just the opposite. They went from living off the
land in a cabin to a world of cellphones and television. Sort of like the
old comedy 'The Beverly Hillbillies"

  They were going from living alone for over two years, to people fighting
over who was going to get them. They would also have money at their
disposal for the first time.

  All this would certainly cause quite a culture shock for them. Again, it
reminded me of the culture shock the Hillbillies had to adjust to. Of
course Jed Clampett and his family were none too bright, and were already
older. Kids in general are more resilient and these kids are far from
stupid.

  There was a knock on the door, and Lenny came in. I assumed he wanted
another blow job, so I unzipped him and went to work on his beautiful cock
without being asked. It took my mind off of things quite nicely. I love
sucking boy cock, and Lenny had a great one.

  I received my reward for my efforts, and Lenny said "Thanks, but I came
to ask if you are going to let me change rooms."

  The little shit didn't stop me from blowing him first. But he was right,
I had said I would make some changes.

  There are only two unoccupied bedrooms upstairs so the decision was
pretty easy. Lance and Lenny would get those rooms, and Larry would have to
stay in the guest room by the pool or I could turn Jacob's old studio into
a bedroom. For now, until we find out the children's fate, I think the
poolhouse is the best answer.

  Since the L's were clear of bugs, I asked Ada to distribute their new
clothes to the appropriate bedrooms. Lance and Lenny had not seen the
upstairs bedrooms so were quite surprised to see their new rooms. The
closets in these rooms are 20'X12' with lots of storage and drawers and
glassed doors on the areas for hanging clothes. The bathrooms are marble
tile and have tubs and showers and even bidets. Of course I had to explain
what a bidet was. There are bidets in the pool house too, but they hadn't
bothered to ask what they were.

  I worried about Larry feeling ostracized by being relegated to the pool
house, but he seemed delighted to have his own space. He liked being near
the pool at night too, because of the lighting.

  We later learned he had ulterior motives as well. He had snuck out at
night, tripped one of the motion detectors, and Macon caught him near
Jacob's house. He said he was just out for a walk, but we knew he was
trying to get to his sisters.

  Macon was holding him in one fist grasped at the back of his shirt, his
feet not even touching the floor. "You are very lucky Macon caught you. Dan
would have shot you. He is very protective of Jacob and anyone around
him. As a matter of fact, Macon, if this happens again, don't go after
him. Just let Dan deal with it. I'm sure it won't happen again after that."

  "You're the boss." Macon said, then added "And I have a nice spot already
picked out. It will take a long time for anyone to find a body there." He
looked directly at Larry with an evil grin on his face, as he said it.

  I tightened my robe around me and turned to leave, when Macon asked "What
kind of punishment does he get for tonight?" Larry had a very frightened
look on his face.

  "I'm afraid I'm too angry to make that decision. You decide, just don't
leave any marks on him." I said. Macon's evil grin returned. Larry was even
more frightened.

  The next morning at breakfast, Larry appeared to be in some discomfort
every time he reached for his fork or raised it to his mouth to eat. He
actually had to use two hands to get his glass of milk to his lips.

  Later I asked Macon about it. "Did you ever wonder how long you could
hold a two pound weight in each hand straight out from the side of your
body?"

  "Not really." I answered.

  "Well, you would be surprised what you can endure with the threat of
bodily harm. Larry discovered just how far he could push himself last
night."

  "What was the threat?" I wondered.

  "I just told him that if he dropped them, I was going to shove them up
his ass. I guess he believed me."

  Although he winced every time he tried to move his arms, Larry never
complained about his punishment. I have to give him credit for that. When
Lance asked him about it, he blew it off by saying he had tried the weights
in my gym and had overdone it a bit.

  I'm not sure which he was more scared of, Dan or Macon, but he didn't
sneak out at night again.

  Chuck kept all the kids busy with studies. Lance was also busy with
working for Jacob. He spent a lot of time at the studio, listening to demo
tapes and such. At night Jacob would take him to different clubs to hear
bands. A couple of times they flew to L.A. to hear someone play. Jacob
seemed very impressed with Lance's abilities.

  Jacob came over for dinner, and he spent most of the time in a huddle
with Lance, talking business. Lance didn't know all the technical jargon of
music, but he and Jacob seemed to concur on most everything.

  There was one performer that they differed on. Jacob finally decided they
didn't have enough info to go on and would request more from him. I later
learned that Jacob was a no, and Lance said yes. Lance stuck to his guns
enough to get Jacob to give the guy another try. Jacob eventually signed
him. The demo they had was just not a good example of his work. Jacob loved
the second demo.

  I also learned from Lance, that when they were in L.A., Jacob would go
out with Megan Newcastle, the teen star that Jacob supposedly bought the
house for. Lance first met her when they were on tour. Tim confirmed it
saying that Jacob was with her just about every time he went to L.A. My boy
was growing up.

  The daily grind of life was heavily upon us. The five L's had dentist
appointments for minor cavities, and Lance needed braces. Otherwise they
had amazingly healthy teeth. I guess you don't get much candy living in the
woods.

  I was busy dealing with my early retirement and paying bills and such. I
received a bill from my country club for my annual dues. I couldn't even
remember when I was there last. It seemed a waste of money, to have a
membership and not use it. I started to call and cancel my membership, then
I thought 'What the hell. I'm retired, retired guys play golf and shit.',
so I decided to go play golf a few times before I canceled. I reserved a
tee time for the next morning when Ada was taking Lance to the
orthodontist. I ask Macon if he played golf and was pleased to find he did,
so I invited him to join me.

  I had forgotten how early one has to get up to make an 8:30 tee time. I
remember now. It's too fucking early. But we made it, and I actually had a
good time. Yes, my game still sucks, and Yes, Macon beat me by an
embarrassing number of strokes. None the less I challenged Macon to a
rematch in the near future.

  It wasn't until we were in the men's locker room that I realized I hadn't
seen Macon nude. With all that goes on around my house you would think that
impossible. Macon becomes invisible, as much as a man his size can, around
the house. He is quiet, and blends into the scenery, until a situation
arises that demands his skillset.

  I took the end locker and he took the one next to it. We undressed and
chatted like nothing was unusual.

  I didn't want to seem like I was checking him out, but I was checking him
out. He must be aware of my preferences, but did nothing to hide himself as
he got ready for a shower. Such a big guy, and he had a nice cock, though
not overly large like him. About seven inches [18 cm], maybe a little more,
nice shape, decent thickness, big bush.

  We chatted about our round of golf as we showered. He didn't seem to have
any reaction to seeing me naked. Okay so I'm not that impressive and he has
seen me before, but still. I was certainly watching his cock swing back and
forth as he shampooed his hair.

  When we went through the glass door that separates the shower room from
the lockers, we saw a shadow by my locker. Macon's natural response was to
keep me from harm. He put his hand on my chest and his finger to his lips,
telling me to be quiet.

  Macon moved to the end of the row of lockers and, in a flash, reached
around and grabbed the interloper with one hand, dragging him out, while
readying his fists to strike.

  We were both surprised to see a scrawny black boy hanging from Macon's
grasp. In his left hand was my wallet, the right hand held a wad of cash he
had obviously just extracted from my wallet. Fortunately Macon had the good
sense to not strike the thief. He might have killed him with one blow.

  When he saw Macon's fist drawn back, the kid almost turned white in
fear. Macon dropped his fist, and said "Looks like we have ourselves a
wannabe thief."

  The boy saw that Macon wasn't going to hit him, and suddenly turned
brave. "Lemme go you hillbilly looking mother fucker."

  "I'm gonna let you go alright. Right after I remove your head." Macon
retorted.

  I removed my wallet and cash from his hands and said "You have a bit of
explaining to do."

  "I said let me go, asshole!" Brave little shit, considering the
circumstances, I'll give him that.

  "How did you get in here?" I asked.

  "None of your business dickwad." Okay, so he knew a lot of insults. This
was getting us nowhere.

  "Macon, I think we should take him to the front office and call the
cops."

  "No!... Wait." He suddenly became a little more cooperative.

  "Why should we wait. You're obviously a thief. I call the cops on
thieves."

  "Call the cops if you want, just take me out of here first. Please don't
take me to the office." He seemed genuinely concerned about being taken to
the office.

  "This club needs to know they have a thief among them. The office is the
best way to do that. Don't you think so, Macon?"

  Macon nodded and started toward the door, even though he was only wearing
a towel.

  "Nooo! Please! Oh please, please. I'll do anything, just don't take me to
the office." Tears were streaming down his face.

  "Okay then. Start talking, beginning with your name." I ordered.

  "Jamal, but people call me Jammer. My grandpa works here. If they find
out about this, they'll fire him."

  I was looking him over as he spoke. He was quite tall for his probable
age of about thirteen. Very thin, almost malnourished looking. His clothes
looked like they were hanging in a closet the way they swallowed him. Or
maybe it was some fashion I was unaware of. His pants were belted, but it
was below his butt like thugs wear. His untied tennis shoes flopped on his
feet. One of those knitted caps sat atop his head like ice cream in a
cone. All in all, it was glaring evidence of a future gang member.

  "Why should I care if they fire your grandpa? He's probably a thief too."
I goaded him.

  "No. My grandpa's a good man. He don't know about this shit." He
defended.

  "What's your grandpa's name?"

  "Thomas Johnson. He works on the grounds crew. Please don't get him
fired. He's a good man, I promise." He pleaded.

  "Let him go Macon, and we'll check out his story. If he runs, you have my
permission to shoot him. I still might call the police though." I said in
warning to him.

  As we dressed, he told us how his parents had been drug addicts, and his
grandpa was raising him and his younger brother. His grandpa was
uneducated, but had worked at the club since he was a teenager. That he was
the assistant groundskeeper, and a widower.

  He was watching Macon's swinging dick as he talked, and wasn't very good
at hiding it. Macon either pretended not to notice or pretended not to
care, that the boy was looking at it.

  We dressed and went to the lobby. The receptionist gave one look at us
with Jamal and said "Jammer, what would your grandfather think of you
bothering the club members? I'm sorry sir. I'll have a talk with his ..."

  "No, that's quite alright. Jamal is a friend of my son's, so I asked for
his advice. Jamal has graciously agreed to help me with a nasty weed
problem I'm having at home. He said his grandpa was the best groundskeeper
around, and from what I have seen here, I would have to agree. Where might
I find Mr. Johnson?"

  "I can send someone for him if you would like. Why not have a seat in the
bar while you wait?"

  We sat at a table in the '19th hole', away from the other golfers who
were bitching about their rounds. We ordered soft drinks while we
waited. "Tell me more about your grandpa." I said to Jammer.

  "He works hard trying to feed us and keep a roof over our heads. He
really is a good church going man. He would die if he found out I was
stealing. I was just trying to help. My brother has a birthday coming
up. Grandpa had been saving a little here and there to buy him a
bicycle. Then I got sick and grandpa had to use the bicycle money to pay
the doctor."

  "How old is your brother?"

  "Eleven, well, twelve day after tomorrow. We argue a bunch, but he's not
a bad kid. Makes good grades in school too." Jamal said with a little pride
in his voice.

  An elderly black man approached our table. He looked questioningly at
Jammer. "They said you wanted to see me sir. Did Jamal do something wrong?"
He asked as he twisted his worn out baseball cap in his hands.

  "No, Jamal's a fine young man. I was complimenting the grounds and Jamal
overheard me. He said you were responsible."

  "Yessir. I've been working here almost forty years. Most of that time
I've been on the grounds crew." He answered proudly.

  "What kind of plant is that over there?" I asked pointing at a beautiful
tropical plant.

  He turned to see what I was pointing at "That's a bromeliad. I love
those."

  "What do they pay you here, if you don't mind me asking?"

  "I gets ten dollars an hour plus overtime."

  "So about four hundred a week before taxes. How would you like to be head
of my ground crew? I can only offer you about fifteen hundred a week, but
it includes a company truck and a place to live. Oh and health insurance
and retirement benefits."

  He looked at me suspiciously, then asked "What kind of place you have?"

  "I have several office buildings and apartment complexes. My son also has
a bunch of property including the new Robert Center. Your job will be to
oversee the grounds crew. Check the properties and make all decisions
concerning the upkeep and maintenance, planting, etc., at all the property
and our residence."

  "The Robert Center is close to where we live, but I heard it was owned by
Jacob Campbell." He said, still a bit suspicious.

  "It is. He's my son." Jammer was drinking his soft drink. When he heard
this, he coughed, and soda shot through his nose. We all stared at him as
he grabbed a napkin and tried to recover.

  "You're Jacob Campbell's dad?" He finally asked after he righted himself.

  "Yes. This is Macon, my bodyguard." I answered.

  "Holy shit!" Jammer almost shouted.

  "Jamal ! Watch your tongue." His grandfather admonished.

  "Sorry Grandpa."

  I took out one of my cards and wrote on the back. "This is my cell
number, and this is Abel's number. He's our Head of Operations. He will be
expecting your call sometime tomorrow. If you decide you don't want the job
I will understand."

  Johnson looked at Macon in disbelief. Macon winked and nodded at him
indicating it was for real.

  "Jamal said his brother has a birthday coming up. Go buy something nice
for him, and get something for Jamal as well." I said handing him ten, one
hundred dollar bills. "Think of it as your bonus for taking the job. If you
don't want the job, it's a gift from the club for your years of service."

  Johnson reached out and took the money, "Thank you sir. I...I don't know
what to say."

  "I know you will want to give proper notice here, but how about I have
someone pick you up after work today and show you some of my
properties. That way you will have some idea what's in store for you."

  "I have to get Jamal home and pick up his brother after work." He
lamented.

  "I can take care of that. I'll even get them dinner and have them home by
the time you get there. How does that sound?" I reasoned.

  "Fine sir. Real fine. If it's not too much bother. Now Jamal, you
behave. If you give sir any worry, I'll tan your hide."

  "I'll be good." Jammer promised.

  We got in my Mercedes and Jammer was all abuzz. "Nice car, man. I'm gonna
have one of these."

  "Won't do you any good if you're in jail." I told him. He gave me a funny
look. "Just because I was nice to your grandpa, doesn't mean you're off the
hook. You tried to steal from me. I don't appreciate that."

  Macon decided to torture him a bit too. "You know in some countries they
chop off your hands if you're caught stealing."

  Jammer looked at his hands and slammed them into his pockets. "No man. It
was my first time. I swear. I won't do it again."

  "You're not a very good thief if you got caught your first time. Maybe it
shouldn't be your choice of endeavors." I laughed.

  "Maybe we could let him work it off." Macon suggested as he eyed the boy.

  "I don't know what use he will be. He's pretty scrawny. Well, I'll leave
it up to you Macon. You decide what to do with him. If he gets out of line
though, either shoot him or call the cops." Then I noticed a smell in the
car. "When was the last time you had a shower, Jammer?"

  "Ain't been that long, couple of days, maybe." He said defensively.

  Well, first thing you're doing is showering." I ordered.

  From the front gate, my house can't be seen for all the trees and the
curve of the drive. When we got to the gate Jammer said "Is..is this a
cemetery? I promised I wouldn't steal no more. Really I won't."

  Macon and I burst out laughing. "No, it's not a cemetery. Last I checked
I'm not a vampire or ghoul. This is where I live."

  Clearing the trees, Jammer said "Ho...ly...shit." In front of him was my
big house, Jacob's slightly smaller house, and Toby's even slightly smaller
house. None of them are really small, so the three are very impressive to
someone who grew up poor.

  "Which one is your's?" Jammer asked.

  "That one." I pointed. "That is Jacob's and that is my other son Toby's."

  "Jacob Campbell's house is smaller than your's?" Jammer asked in
surprise.

  "A little, but he is only a teen, doesn't really need much space yet. And
we both have other houses elsewhere."

  Inside we found Max refereeing a shouting match between Larry and Lenny
over which game to play. "I hope Ada gets home soon. I may have to restrain
a couple of kids." They used to be so quiet. I guess they feel more at home
now.

  "Can I play?" Asked Jammer.

  "Right after you get the stink off you. Macon, show him to the shower in
the cabana, please. Oh, and keep an eye on him, in case he gets a little
light fingered."

  When they had gone, Max asked "Light fingered? Is he a thief?"

  "That remains to be seen. I hope not yet at least."

  Macon and Jammer returned from the cabana. For the first time ever, I saw
a distinctive outline in Macon's tight jeans. He obviously had an
erection. What caused that? Watching Jammer shower? Hmmm. Interesting.

  Jammer was wearing one of the robes, and carrying his oversized
clothes. As he walked, I got glimpses between the gap of the robe. He had a
little patch of wiry pubes above a long, but rather thin, appendage. I
directed him to the laundry room, telling him to wash his own damn clothes.

  When he was out of earshot, I turned to Macon "What's with the tent in
your pants?" I asked, giving a nod in the direction of his crotch.

  "Sorry sir. You know I grew up in rural Georgia. Most of the people
around were black. All my early experiences were with blacks. I guess I
acquired a taste for dark meat. Mostly female, but not exclusively."

  Well that was unexpected. You learn something new every day.

  "Did anything happen in the shower?" I asked him.

  "No sir. I just admired the view."

  "Did Jammer notice you admiring?"

  "Yes sir. He started to bone up a bit, so I told him to get out of the
shower. I thought it best before I got carried away."

  Jammer returned and wanted to play video games with Larry and Lenny. "You
have yet to be punished for your crime. Since Macon suggested you work off
your penance, I'll leave it up to him to decide what you do, and when you
have finished your commitment to us."

Chapter 23

  It had been three weeks since DNA samples were taken. Jim called to tell
us that, as we suspected, the five L's were the Mapplethorpe heirs. The
bodies found on the mountain were their parents, and he was working on the
case.

  Jammer became a fixture, appearing daily at our gate. His grandpa had
gotten his brother a bike, and got one for Jammer too. He was delighted to
be moving soon, into the apartment I gave them when his grandpa took the
job offer. Grandpa Johnson was very happy to be able to provide a better
living condition for his grandsons.

  Macon oversaw Jammer's activities. I paid little to no attention to his
comings and goings. I must say that Jammer dressed better now. The gangsta
look gone. For good I hope. Macon seemed a lot happier these days, almost
proud of his charge's development.

  Ada just wanted to know why we picked up another stray, when we were
already dealing with five. You gotta love that woman.

  On Sunday, Jammer came after church (his grandpa made sure both boys went
every sunday), and was surprised to see Jacob there. Even more surprising
was that he was naked as was everyone else in my pool. Jammer was
completely awestruck. This was made worse when Jacob climbed out of the
pool and headed to a nearby table for a cool drink. He couldn't take his
eyes off Jacob's large cock.

  "You're...you're Jacob Campbell." He said to Jacob's crotch.

  "No. That is Jacob's dick. Jacob is up here." Jacob said pointing to his
head.

  "Sorry Man. I.. I love your music. And you used to live just a couple of
blocks from me when I was younger. You are such an inspiration to all the
kids in the neighborhood. To finally meet you is an honor, but I didn't
expect to see you naked." Jammer stuttered out quickly.

  Dan came over and said "Is this guy bothering you, Jacob?"

  Jammer stared wide eyed at the hulking, nude, muscle bound, Dan.

  "Yeah, it bothers me that he has on so many clothes. Fix it." Jacob
commanded.

  Jammer had not even grasped what was said, before Dan stripped him naked
and threw him halfway across the pool.

  He surfaced, coughing and sputtering, to peals of laughter from everyone
present. Jammer located Macon, still in his chair, big shit eating grin on
his face. "Are you just gonna sit there?" He asked Macon.

  "Dan is the only man I won't mess with."

  Jammer made his way over to the side of the pool, only to be met by Dan,
who reached in and hauled him out by one hand around his arm.

  Dan hugged Jammer to him and said "Welcome to the zoo. We've heard all
about you."

  Jammer gave a quick sideways glance at Macon, and suddenly realized that
he could feel Dan's huge cock pressed against his own meager one. "What
exactly did you hear?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

  "Just that you wanted to be a thief, but you're not very good at it." Dan
allowed. Dan could feel his cock stir, and suspected the same of Jammer.

  So he slowly set him down. "Has Macon impressed upon you the evils of
criminal behavior?"

  "Yeah, he thinks we're back in 1800 Georgia, and I'm his personal slave."
Jammer answered with a smile.

  "Oh really? What are your slave duties?" Dan asked with a lecherous grin.

  "Maybe if you catch me stealing from you, you will find out." Then he
looked at Dan's rising cock and added "But only maybe."

  I jumped in with "Well since it was my money your were caught stealing,
maybe you should be my slave. I could use a slave."

  Ada smacked me on the back of my head "That's my job, and he can't have
it."

  "Ow! Macon, does your slave hit you on the back of your head?"

  "Not if he wants to continue breathing." Macon laughed.

  Dan stuck out his hand toward our little thief. "I'm Dan."

  "I know who you are. You were all over the news after that Paris
thing. Those terrorist sure fucked.. I mean.. messed with the wrong guy."
Jammer said excitedly shaking Dan's hand.

  "Macon said he is teaching you some skills, and that you're a quick
learner." Dan said prying his hand from Jammer's grasp "Maybe you can be on
the team when you get older. You're so skinny though, we'll have to put
some meat on your bones."

  Jammer was on cloud nine.

  "Is he coming with us tomorrow?" Jacob asked.

  Macon smiled and said "Yep, I've already asked his grandpa, and got a bag
packed for him."

  "What? Where? We're going somewhere tomorrow?"

  "Tim's movie premiere is this week. We're going to L.A. for that and to
visit a friend." Jacob told him.

  On the jet the next day, Jacob said to Jammer "I'll tell you like I told
another boy a while back. You can choose a life of crime and end up in
prison, or you can choose to live like this. You get out of life what you
put into it. Work hard, do something with your life and anything is
possible. Or steal from people who do work, and find out what kind of life
the state provides for criminals."

  "Ok, ok. I got the point. Macon already convinced me to change my evil
ways. Not that I had much chance to develope them. Hey man, they say you
can write a song in minutes right off the top of your head."

  "Something like that." Jacob laughed.

  "That's bitchin'. Do some rap. You know, like the brotha's do."

  "I don't do rap. Rap isn't music." Jacob explained.

  "Sure you do. J.D. Clip Dawg just released a rap version of that first
country song you wrote for C.W."

  Jacob pulled out his phone. "Jim, file a suit against J.D.Clip Dawg. A
hundred million ought to send the right message. Yes and make sure no other
copies get out." He disconnected, and said "Rap isn't music, and I don't do
rap. I think J.D. is about to get that message."

  "What just happened?" Jammer asked.

  "I own all my music. No one records it without my permission. Clip Dawg
is fixing to lose a hundred million dollars. The rap industry will take
notice, and leave my music alone or pay the price. Next time it will be two
hundred million. Rap might be some form of poetry or prose, but it isn't
music. I write music."

  We were staying at Jacob's house. Tim and I in one room, Dan with Jacob
of course, Jammer was in with Macon. Lance didn't want to be alone, so I
suggested he stay with Tim and I. We had all been nude in the pool
together, but I don't think Lance was aware of all the sex that went on in
the house.

  He didn't know that Tim and I slept together all the time, not just on
this trip. He also didn't know I gave his brother blow jobs several times a
day either.

  When he saw Tim and I get into bed nude, he hesitated a moment then
slipped off his boxers. I was between the two teen hotties. My normal
position is with my back to Tim, as you can imagine. Tim spooned in behind
me, and then Lance did the same in front.

  Tim tried to be a good boy and not start anything, but of course his cock
got hard in my ass crack, which made me hard against Lance's butt. I lay
quietly letting Lance believe I was sleeping. Soon I noticed movement. He
was slowly stroking his cock, trying not to make any noise. I reached over
and lay my arm on his hip, my hand dipping down to where his hard cock was
grasped in his hand. He stopped suddenly and waited to see if I had just
moved in my sleep or what.

  I answered that for him by taking his hand off his cock and replacing it
with mine. He lay there frozen, waiting to see what would happen next. When
I didn't do anything but hold his cock, he soon began a slight thrusting
back and forth, in effect, fucking my fist. He liked the way it felt and
began more animated movements. Longer strokes, which pushed me back and
forth into Tim.

  I stopped him and whispered "Sit up." He did. "Now scoot back." Which put
him in a sitting position by my head. I gobbled his cock into my mouth as
quick as I could. He moaned and bucked up to meet my throat.

  I could feel Tim getting more excited behind me so I told Lance "Reach
into that drawer and hand me the bottle that's in there."

  Lance handed me the lube, which I passed behind me to Tim. Lance only
then realized Tim was awake, and watched as he poured lube onto his big
cock, and passed the bottle back to me. "Set this on the table." I told
Lance. He did as I went back to sucking his nice cock.

  Lance watched in fascination as Tim pushed his large cock at my
opening. He gasped louder than I did when the big mushroom head popped
in. When Tim hit bottom, Lance lay down on his side with my head in his
lap, and bent at the waist to get a better view of what Tim was doing. He
began to fuck my mouth at the same pace that Tim was fucking my ass. I was
in cockslut heaven.

  He didn't last long. It was, after all, his first blow job. His thrusting
became jerky and his cock swelled in my mouth. Lance gave one last lunge
pushing his cock further down my throat and shot a couple of vollies,
before I could pull off enough to get a taste. His cum is even more
delicious than his brother's. I swallowed what I could, and let him push
down my throat for the remainder of the load.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. It just happened so suddenly. I was
going to say something."

  "Sshh..It's ok, baby. I wanted you to." I said as I licked the last drops
from his cock. He didn't go soft, so I just kept nursing on him.

  Tim turned me onto my back and slid back in me. "Watch this." He said to
Lance.

  Lance watched as Tim plowed my ass hard. "Doesn't that hurt?"

  Tim answered for me. "He loves it. Watch what happens." My dick exploded
all over my stomach, as if on queue. "He comes without toching
himself. It's fucking great to make him do it. Want to give it a try?"

  "I...I've never.."

  "He likes virgins. Come on, slide in." Tim invited moving aside.

  Though Lance isn't small, he's not near as big as Tim. I was lubed enough
and he slid in easily. "Oh god. I loved your mouth, but this..this is
wonderful."

  Why am I such a slut for teen boys? I loved what he was doing to me. Just
as much as what Tim does. I couldn't help but respond as he started a
steady rhythmic thrusting into my ass. "Fuck me Lance. Your cock feels so
good inside me baby."

  Tim watched as Lance lost his virginity to my ass. What he lacked in
finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm, quickly pounding me like he was
getting his last piece of ass on a plane about to crash.

  I felt his cock swelling to his finish, and that put me over the edge. I
added to the pool on my belly, my ass gripping his cock which made him
explode inside me. I felt every pulsing blast in my colon. These
Mapplethorpe boys sure shoot a lot of cum.

  I spent most of the night spit roasted between the two teens. I'm not
complaining, though I was a bit tired the next day.

  Tuesday, we went to see the superstar. She hosted a party for Tim. A lot
of Hollywood elite were there. Lance was unaware of the caliber of people
in attendance, but it wasn't lost on Jammer. He was starstruck from the
time we arrived until we left. Barely saying anything other than hello
through his gaping mouth. He came to me several times saying "I just met so
and so." Or "Look over there, that's who's it and whatchamacallit."

  Jacob introduced Lance to people as his Director of Artist
Development. If it was someone in the music world, he would hum a little of
a song they had produced to Lance first. Lance of course would tear up a
bit, then be really excited about meeting them. Lance was catching on to
the history of recorded music quickly.

  I spent that night much the same as the night before. Tim and Lance seem
to enjoy working together trying to destroy me. I enjoyed being the object
of their efforts.

  Wednesday, I finally got to meet Megan Newcastle. She is very attractive,
blond like most girls in California, porcelain unblemished skin, nice rack
for a very petite girl. The most unusual thing about her is her genuine,
kind, personality. Most people in the entertainment world tend to be a bit
plastic. She is a sweet, charming, and intelligent young woman. I
immediately saw what Jacob was attracted to in her.

  I was also surprised that she was starting classes at U.C.L.A. in the
fall. Her looks belied her age of eighteen. She looked fourteen. I relaxed
a bit then, at least if Jacob knocked her up, there wouldn't be any
statutory rape charges.

  As always, wherever Jacob goes, he attracts a lot of attention. We met
Megan for lunch at a well known upscale restaurant. One t.v. star (Megan),
one movie star (Tim), one world renowned recording artist (Jacob), one
industry icon (Superstar), two bodyguards, Lance, me, and a young black
boy, make one hell of show even by Hollywood standards.

  The usually reserved atmosphere at this restaurant was suddenly all
abuzz. Nothing greases the wheels in Hollywood, as quickly or as well, as
gossip. We had a pleasant lunch in spite of the occasional cell phone
camera flash.

  By the night of the premiere, the gossip machine was in full bloom. The
fact that Jacob was dating Megan was old news since they had been seen
around town many times. The surprising thing was the rumors about
Jammer. Most people thought he was a new young rapper that Jacob was
mentoring. This was probably fed by the release of J.D. Clip Dawg's cover
of Jacob's song. The lawsuit hadn't hit the news yet.

  The premiere was huge and hugely successful. Jammer wallowed in the
limelight. I have a sneaky suspicion that his days of criminal activity are
long gone. The movies low budget and high box office made Tim a lot of
money. His Oscar award would guarantee his upfront money for his next film
would double.

  Though Tim was the star of the movie, Jacob and Megan garnered just as
much attention. I must say they make an attractive couple.

  After the premiere back at Jacob's house, I saw Macon squeeze Jammer's
ass as they disappeared into their room. I wondered just exactly what went
on behind that door. I also noticed Megan going into Jacob's room. I
expected as much, what I didn't expect was that Dan also went in with
Jacob. I don't want those visions in my head.

  I'm no angel, I had two teen boys fucking my brains out. The two enjoyed
it so much the practice continued at home.

  Back at home, I was barely in the door when Lenny drug me to his room and
dropped his pants. I missed his cock, so it wasn't a problem. He gave me
three loads before letting me out.

  Lance saw me leaving his brother's room and gave me a funny look. I was
honest with him. "Your brother likes my blow jobs too."

  "What about Larry?" He asked.

  "I don't do that for him." I said, not really elaborating on why.

  He seemed to understand though, then smiled and asked "Does he shoot a
big load too?"

  "Mmmmm." Was all I needed to say.

  Jim came by to tell us the latest. "Well, when I talked to the executor
of the grandfather's estate, he said that half went to his grandson and
half to his son. The will actually reads grandchildren. The executor was
only aware of Lance so that is why he said that.

  "But this is where it gets tricky. Some of the grandfather's estate is
actually the great grandfather's. He left half to his son, and half to his
daughter, Lucinda. Lucinda married really well, never had children, and she
was widowed five years before she died. She changed her will when her
brother was murdered. The original will left everything to her brother, the
new one left everything to Lance. She died two years later.

  "What all this means is that all the kids including Lance will split the
grandfather's and parents estate. Lance gets half of everything that
originally belonged to the great grandfather, plus everything Lucinda and
her husband had, plus one fifth of what the grandfather and parents had.

  "From what I can tell so far, we are talking a shitload of money and
property. Lucinda and her husband were avid art collectors too. Lance is as
wealthy as Jacob. The other kids will never have to work, but it's nothing
compared to Lance.

  "Lance will have access to anything that belonged to Lucinda right away,
there is no age stipulation in her estate. The gandfather's and parents'
are in a trust or has restrictions as to when they receive it. The bulk
will be available to them after the age of 21. Although there is a clause
in the parents' will that allows for a monthly stipend to whoever cares for
the children. It's only two thousand a month per child, on top of their
expenses for food, clothing, etc."

  "What about custody?"

  "As far as I can tell, there is only the aunt on the mother's side,
Liz. I talked to her and explained there were five children. I thought she
was going to choke to death the way she reacted. We are still discussing
it, but from what she tells me, I get the impression she is not happy about
taking five children on. She has one son of her own, and she doesn't want
to deal with girls and boys. She also said she wasn't prepared to take more
than two boys. Her son is ten years old, so she wants the two youngest boys
so they are close in age.

  "I petitioned to get you custody of Lance, and the two girls for
Vickie. They seem very happy with her and she with them. Also considering
Larry's appetite for his sisters, I thought it best this way. Of course the
judge will make the final decision, but I sweetened the pot for Liz saying
you didn't need the monthly stipend. I sort of hinted that she could have
it if she didn't contest the petition.

  "In cases like this, the judge will be concerned that someone is going to
take advantage of the children's estate. It will be in your favor that you
obviously don't need their money."

  "Thanks Jim. Keep up the good work." I told him.

  "Oh don't worry, I will. But I'm charging you by the minute on this one."

  "Asshole."

  "Yeah, but I'm your favorite asshole." He laughed.

  He was right though. I don't trust lawyers much, but him I trusted above
all.

  "By the way. Did you see last quarter's dividend for RJD inc.?"

  "Yeah."

  "Nice. Very nice. It just keeps getting better."

  "I'd never steer you wrong Jim."

  "Oh, by the way. Tell Jacob I got that property he wanted for the
foundation."

  "What property and what foundation?"

  "He didn't tell you? He started a foundation to provide childcare for low
income single mothers. The screening process is tough but the benefits are
well worth it for these women. He already has three facilities, with plans
for at least a dozen more. One will be on the property I got for him. He
even got Tim involved for a few million."

  "The little shit doesn't tell me anything. Hell, superstar showed up at
my doorstep one day. I had no idea she was coming."

  "The first one was in Houston. It even made the news in New York and
L.A. But then when Jacob just farts, it makes headlines."

  I don't get out enough I guess. I don't read the paper much anymore, I
don't watch television as much as I used to either. Seems all I do is suck
teenaged cock. Oh well, it's a good way to go.

  I took Lance into my office and explained all that Jim had told me. "What
does all that mean?" He asked.

  "Well, to start with your brothers and sisters have enough money to never
have to work. But they should anyway, just for a sense of self worth if
nothing else. You on the other hand, have more money than all of them
combined. They can't touch theirs until they get to be twenty one years
old. You will get a large amount of your's as soon as it is all settled."

  "Who do I live with?"

  "That hasn't been settled yet either, but it looks like you and your
sisters will get to stay here. ,That is if you want to, and the judge
approves. Larry and Lenny will probably have to live with your aunt."

  "Oh my god. Thank you. That is exactly what I want. Lucy and Lori, too. I
don't think Lenny will be too happy about it." He gave me a sly grin. "I
know first hand how good your mouth feels."

  "What about Larry?" I asked.

  "Larry has always been different. Sometimes I wonder if he really is one
of us. I watched him grow up and he just isn't like us. Know what I mean?"
He had tears forming in his eyes. He hated to say anything bad about his
brother. I'm happy he felt he could open up to me like this.

  "Yes. I do." I feel the same way about him, but I wouldn't tell Lance
that.

  "So I have a lot of money?"

  "Just about as much as Jacob. It will be hard to keep up with him
though. He turns everything into money. So his fortune just continues to
grow. I don't know what exactly you have, but without the constant growth
that Jacob seems to be able to create, it will be hard to not get passed
by."

  "So I could have a jet too?"

  "I don't think you need one, but if you wanted one you can afford it."

  "I don't want one, I was just wondering." He thought for a moment then
said "Can I build a house here with you like Jacob did?"

  "Uh. We would have to decide where you wanted it. Some of this land is
mine and some is Jacob's. He would have to give you permission to build on
his land."

  "What I mean is, when I get older, would you mind if I stayed close to
you like he did?"

  "No, son. I wouldn't mind at all."

  I've got to stop taking in rich strays, before all this area is turned
into a mansion co-op. Wait, it already is I guess.

  "Maybe we shouldn't tell Jacob about my money. He might not want me to
work for him anymore. I love hanging out with him and we both love music."

  "Do you think Jacob would really mind that you are rich?"

  He thought for a moment and said "Naa, Jacob wouldn't give a flying
fuck."

  "I think you have been hanging out with Jacob too much. That is something
he would say."

  "I'm sorry. It just slipped out."

  "Why not give Jacob a call and see what he says?"

  Lance called Jacob and put it on speaker. He told Jacob he had as much
money as he did. Jacob's exact words were "Hey, that's great! But from now
on, you're picking up your own fucking dinner tab." We all had a good laugh
about it.

  Lance thought it might be better to not tell his siblings about their
money just yet. Sometimes rich kids become complacent and just rest on
their laurels rather than turning into productive members of society. Let
them achieve something on their own before knowing they don't really have
to.

  Lance is wise beyond his years. I would have to tell Jim to suggest it to
the aunt as well.

  We left the office, and Jammer was just getting ready to leave. I
overheard him talking to Macon "I hope I get to go on another trip with
you. I had a great time. Especially what you did at night." He said under
his breath.

  "You liked that did you?" Macon said.

  "Yes, but my ass will never be the same. I don't think my grandpa should
know about this." Jammer told him.

  "That is probably a good Idea. But we don't have to leave town for that
to happen again." Macon smiled.

  "I was hoping you would say that."

  My suspicions were confirmed. Macon fucked Jammer, and Jammer loved it. I
guess it's good that Macon has some form of release. It must be hard on him
(pun intended) to stay around all the naked flesh that is usually around my
house.

  Jammer was at my house every day, from early until late. I felt like I
had a sixth stray. Most of the time he was doing things for Macon, or
running errands. Ada even got to where she would send him to the store to
pick up something she had forgotten.

  I finally asked Macon when Jammer's life of servitude would be
over. "That happened before we went to L.A. Now he just hangs around cause
he likes it here. I'm teaching him self defence and fucking his eyeballs
out. It's a good trade." He laughed.

  "Is he old enough to shoot a load?"

  "Hell I have to change the sheets almost daily. Most of it is his, but
there is some leakage I suppose."

  "I've never seen this side of you, Macon."

  "He's actually a good kid. Smart too, though he's never taken school
seriously. He promised me he would from now on. Sex aside, I like the
little shit. I think he likes me too."

  A few days later, Macon's training came in handy. A little while after he
left our house, he returned. He and his brother and grandpa were moving the
next day. He had been jumped by three older black boys a short distance
from his house. They wanted his new bike. They picked on the wrong kid
though. Jammer was banged up a bit, but he still had his bike, and left
three punks in the street. He didn't want his grandpa to worry so he came
back to our house.

  I think he just wanted to tell Macon how the fight went. He seemed more
excited than hurt. Macon cleaned him up and took him to his room. On top of
the bruises, I think Jammer's ass was going to be hurting too.

  I called his grandpa and ask him if Jammer could go to Chicago with
Jacob. This would give Jammer a couple of days to heal.

  I told his grandpa I would send someone to help him with the move in
Jammer's place. A day of heavy lifting would do Macon some good. Jammer is
his protege` after all, and Macon can certainly lift furniture and such a
lot better than Jammer.

  Between Tim and Lance keeping me busy all night, and Lenny pumping his
load down my throat several times a day, I was sated, and exhausted. I
didn't get much of anything done.

Chapter 24

  Suddenly summer was drawing to an end. Jim had taken testimonies by each
of the five L's so they wouldn't have to appear in court. The final result
was just as Jim had predicted. The girls would stay with Vickie, Lenny and
Larry were going to their aunt's house in Atlanta, and Lance was staying
with me.

  There was a tearful farewell to the boys, with promises to visit. Jacob
offered his jet to fly them to Atlanta. I managed one last blow job for
Lenny at 30,000 feet. Probably the youngest member of the mile high
club. While there we met with Aunt Liz.

  We learned that they were actually living in the kids' parents house. Liz
and her husband better be nice to those boys or they may get kicked out
when the kids get their inheritance. Jacob was the first to point this out
to her.

  We went on to New York to sort out the estates of Grandfather
Mapplethorpe, and Great Aunt Lucinda. Jim had contacted the grandfather's
law firm to be expecting us, but they were surprised at the entourage that
entered the offices. Of course the receptionist about shit her pants seeing
Jacob.

  We met with Mr. Leander of Mapplethorpe, Leander, and Burgman. He gave us
a rundown on the property involved, which included the place that the
grandparents lived and a house in the Hamptons and the cabin property. All
of which Lance was entitled to six tenths of. There was a large trust fund
too along with a bank box.

  The aunt's estate included a large brownstone just off central park, an
apartment in a highrise, and a house on the beach in Florida. Her jewelry
was stored in a safe at the highrise, and her art collection was in a
climate controlled storage at a museum. There was also a huge sum of cash
and securities

  When Jacob saw the address of the highrise he said "Hey Buddy, we're
neighbors. That's where I have my penthouse." They high fived and shoulder
bumped. "Now when we travel together, if I get tired of your ass, I'll just
send you home. Downstairs."

  Leander, being an older man, apparently was unaware of who Jacob
was. "Young man, That is a very exclusive building. I doubt that you could
afford..."

  "Hold that thought for a moment." Jacob said. He turned to Dan, who
pulled out Jacob's ever present laptop. He searched his own name on
wikipedia and turned it around to Leander, whose eyes went wide after
reading for a moment. Then Jacob pulled up a folder and turned it around
again. "That is my current net worth. Of course it took four years to make
that much, but I'm relatively young. Still think I can't afford it?"

  Leander said "I'm sorry sir. I had no idea. Only four years? Remarkable."
Handing Jacob a card, he added "If our firm can be of any assistance to
you, here is my private number." Suddenly Jacob was 'sir' not 'young man'.

  Lance instructed Leander to sell the brownstone and it's furnishings. He
had no sentimental attachment to anything there. He would keep the
highrise, because he liked the idea of being Jacob's neighbor, and the
Florida house. He would wait until his siblings were older to decide on the
other property. He thought that they may want a place to spend the summer
in the Hamptons. The cabin, of course held a lot of sentimental attachment.

  We spent hours there going over all the shit necessary to get things
settled. We left with a box of keys to various property and account books
etc. We went to dinner then to the highrise. There was a housekeeper
waiting to show us around the place. It was beautiful, and well
appointed. We opted to spend the night at Jacob's penthouse three stories
above it.

  I was more than a little surprised when we entered the penthouse. We were
greeted by Connie and Carl.

  "What the hell?" I asked Jacob.

  "I must have forgotten to tell you." Jacob always forgets to tell me
shit. "Carl got a job doing research at a local university, while working
on his second doctorate degree. They needed a place to live, I needed
someone here. I get a couple that I know and trust, they get to live in a
penthouse. Win, win. I'm not here much, so they have free range so to
speak. My place is safe and kept up. Besides, Connie has turned into a
great cook too."

  Connie was happy to see her nephew Tim, and carried on no end about his
success in the movies. She had seen his most recent film on opening
day. She said she cried for days, and has to remind herself it's only a
movie and that Tim is still alive. Everyone who knows they are related
always ask her to get his autograph and want to know everything about
him. It seems the women want to know if that was really his penis or some
sort of prosthetic device. Tim assured her it was real.

  Carl and Lance had quite a discussion about classic literature. Most of
it was lost on me. It was good to know that Lance could match wits with a
man who had a phd and working on a second one.

  The next day Connie made us a wonderful breakfast, and we discussed what
to do next. "I've got nothing on my agenda for a few days. Do you want to
go up to see the house in the Hamptons or maybe to Florida?" Jacob asked.

  "The Hampton house will probably be reserved for all of us to use. The
Florida house is mine. Let's go there." Lance suggested.

  "Okay with me. Where in Florida is it?" I asked.

  "Some place called Jupiter Island." Lance answered.

  "Shit. Really?" Jacob seemed shocked.

  "Yeah. Why, what's wrong with Jupiter Island?" Lance wondered.

  "Nothing. A lot of celebrities have houses there. I've been to a couple
of them. It's a great place."

  We called the number Leander gave us for the caretaker there. A man named
George answered, and Lance introduced himself as Lawrence Mapplethorpe IV
nephew of Lucinda.

  "My god. Really? Well it's about time. When are you coming home?" A very
friendly fellow, it seemed.

  The house is quite large and sits on the west side of the Island, on the
Indian river. It was every bit as nice as my house.

  George, a man of about forty, showed us around the 6 bedroom house, wine
cellar, screening room, etc., then out to the gardens and tennis court and
pool area, and finally the dock.

  "Why is there a dock, but no boat?" Lance asked George.

  "Actually there is. When Miss Lucinda took ill, she put the boat in
drydock storage. I've worked for her since I was eighteen. Before I was
caretaker here, I was her personal steward on her boat. She put the boat
away but kept me on. She never recovered or returned here."

  "You keep saying her. Didn't her husband join her here?" Lance queried.

  "Well, yes sometimes he would come down on weekends. But mostly it was
her. She spent most of the fall and winter here. We would take her to New
York and return and pick her up in the Hamptons usually. She came down some
during the spring and summer but mostly she stayed there."

  "You took her on the boat? How big is this boat?" Jacob asked.

  "A hundred and twenty five feet. It has five guest cabins and crew
quarters for 6. It's a nice boat, but it hasn't been used in about eleven
years. She let the crew go, just kept me because I have been around so long
and she trusted me."

  Heading back towards the pool, we rounded some shrubbery, and an adonis
appeared before us. He was lean and muscular, very blond wavy hair, and
around fifteen years old. He was using one of those skimming nets,
collecting leaves from the pool. He was wearing a yellow speedo that looked
painted on. I could plainly see the outline of a very nice boy cock. Of
course all boy cocks are nice to me. I think my mouth drooled a bit.

  "That's my son Michael." George said when he saw me ogling the boy. I
don't think I was alone in doing that. As we left the pool area, I couldn't
help but turn for one last look. Damn that boy was hot.

  He showed us around the rest of the grounds and then back inside where he
pointed out certain pieces of art and such. Along the way he kept
mentioning how he hoped he could continue to be of service to us, and about
the years he had spent there etc.

  Since we had seen his son, I asked if his wife worked there also. He
explained how he had divorced the boy's mother because of her
drinking. Then when he went to take the boy a gift on his fifth birthday,
he found the mom with a syringe in her arm dead. He brought the boy to live
with him here. He said that Michael was a big help to him keeping the place
up.

  When we finished our grand tour, George said "I wasn't really expecting
you today, so I don't have any food in the house. I have a friend that owns
a nice restaurant near by. I will get you some dinner, while you freshen
up, or rest. What time would you like dinner?"

  We agreed on a time, and George said "While I'm out, be sure to ask
Michael if you need anything." He then showed Lance to Lucinda's room and
the rest of us took separate rooms, since George wasn't aware of our family
dynamics.

  I took a quick shower, and walked into the bedroom with a towel around my
waist. Standing in the middle of the room was Michael. He was still wearing
those painted on speedos. He had his thumbs in the waistband which, for
some reason, I was surprised he could do.

  We stood silently looking at each other for a moment, then he said "Dad
told me if there was anything you wanted, I should be sure to give it to
you."

  I'm sure I must have had my tongue hanging out. He stepped closer "Is
there anything you want?" I was staring at his groin and drooling. "I saw
you looking at me out by the pool." I watched as he slowly peeled off the
offending swimwear, his cock sneaking into view. It was beautiful. Cut,
soft it was about four and a half thick inches [11 cm], a beautiful round
helmut, and a nice patch of slightly darker blond pubes. He closed the
distance between us as he stepped out of that yellow paint. "Well? Is there
something you want?"

  I nodded and sunk to my knees and by the time I got my hand on it, his
cock had risen to a wonderful seven inches [18 cm]. It's bell end begged to
be smothered in saliva and sucked to hell and back. I had to oblige.

  "I was hoping that is what you wanted." Michael moaned as I took him into
my throat. Teen boys are so delicious. And they really appreciate your
efforts. This boy loved a blow job, that was easy to tell. It wasn't his
first either. I didn't care, I loved having his wonderful cock in my mouth.

  I savored the taste and texture of that new boy cock, as I watched his
stomach muscle tense in pleasure. His pubis nearing then retreating in the
age old rhythm of oral gratification. Then the erratic thrusts when the
final throes of orgasm overtake him. And of course the reward for a job
well done. A creamy burst of his seed sent to become a part of me.

  As he pulled on his swimsuit he asked " Can I get you anything else?"

  "More of that later would be good." I smiled.

  "I think that can be arranged. Will you put in a good word for my dad to
Lawrence?"

  "You might ask him if there is anything he wants. I'm sure he would be
pleased to see your willingness to bend over to serve him."

  "Really? I think I would like that." He said with a big grin and a gleam
in his eye. I watched his glorious bubble butt leave and could just imagine
what Lance was going to do to it.

  We had a nice dinner. George was right about his friend's
restaurant. During dinner, Lance decided to sell the boat. It had already
set for years not being used, and he probably wouldn't want to use it for a
few more. It would only decrease even further in value, so sell it now. If
he wanted a boat later he could buy a new one.

  While in Lucinda's room, well now it was his, he had opened the
safe. There was a lot of jewelry and some cash, and a letter to him from
her. He was surprised to find a letter, and that it was addressed to
him. She must have written it when she discovered how ill she was. She had
no other relatives to write to since her brother was already gone.

  Lance said it contained a short family history and notes on different
issues. It also told of her wishes for certain assets to be distributed to
friends and employees. She apparently liked her hairdresser a lot, leaving
him $100,000. She appealed to Lance to carry out her wishes, but leaving it
his decision. She also wanted to ask that he maintain certain key
employees, including George, praising them for their trustworthiness and
loyalty.

  After dinner, Lance asked George to join him in the study. They were in
there for quite a while. When he exited, George was smiling, and Lance came
to me and asked "Dad, would it be alright for Michael to come home with us
for a while?"

  "I think that can be arranged." I wasn't about to turn down a chance to
see more of that great body. Most importantly though is that Lance called
me Dad, and referred to my house as 'home'.

  We returned home the next day with Michael in tow. Ada greeted us with
"Oh lord, not another one."

  "He's just a visitor." I reassured her.

  "Visiting for how long?"

  "Undetermined." I stated

  "Uh huh. Just as I thought." Ada groused.

  I assigned Lenny's room to Michael. I somehow doubted he would spend much
time there. He was delighted to learn that we swim in the nude here. We
were delighted that he was happy to comply. The first time he went in the
pool, even Ada said "Mmm, that is one hell of a body on that boy."

  Jammer was very happy to see Macon return. They disappeared for a while,
as did Tim and I. Michael was fun, his sculptured body is remarkable, but
Tim is absurdly beautiful. And I love Tim, I barely know Michael. Tim has
learned to do some amazing things with his big cock too.

  It became regular fodder for the papers, Jacob, Tim, and Lance, jet
setting around the country. Three very rich, very young, very attractive,
bachelors. They always traveled with at least one bodyguard, Dan, but
usually Macon accompanied them. Sometimes Michael, sometimes Jammer went
also. Of course they weren't the fuel for gossip that the others were.

  Though they were underage, with Jacob around, nowhere seemed off
limits. His face and talents, now legendary, opened many doors. He met with
recording stars as well as mayors. Either writing music or doing business,
he traveled everywhere, taking my other boys with him.

  When Michael was left behind, I still had a nice cock to suck, and he was
a very willing participant.

  It was two months after Larry and Lenny went to live with their aunt,
that I got a call from Jim. Liz had called him the night before, because he
was Larry's attorney. Larry had been arrested for raping a nine year old
girl. He was placed in juvenile detention until he could be bonded out. Jim
had made calls to arrange for bonding and then to the detention center this
morning. It seems that even in juvey, they don't like child rapists. Larry
was found in the shower with his throat cut.

  Lance and the girls were devastated. Lance blamed himself for letting the
siblings be separated.

  "Son, it's not your fault. Even you knew Larry was different." I hugged
him to me as he wept.

  "He liked to force himself on others. Something like this was
inevitable. You did what you had to do to protect your sisters. They would
have been defenseless against him if they all lived together. He would have
continued to hurt them, and this would have happened eventually anyway.

  "That poor girl he raped didn't deserve it anymore than your sisters. At
least now, he won't hurt anyone else. I know that is hard to accept, but
it's true. Nothing you could have done would have prevented this."

  "But he didn't deserved to have his throat cut, and die on a jailhouse
bathroom floor either." Lance sobbed into my chest.

  "That's probably true, and I'm sure if they find who did it, they will be
punished. I wish I could take the hurt from your heart. I would rather it
be on me than you. From my experience, people like Larry only do worse and
worse things though. It ended before too many more people were hurt."

  We attended the funeral in Atlanta. Jim had arranged a family plot for
the parents, and Larry would be buried alongside his mother. It was a
triple memorial service, with friends from the neighborhood, and people
that the father had worked with, in attendance.

  We thought it would be good to get the girls away from there for awhile,
so Tim, Jacob, Lance, Lori, Lucy, Lenny, Me, Dan, Macon, and Michael, all
went to Florida afterward. We would have to double up on some of the
bedrooms, as if that was a problem.

  Lucy asked who's house it was. Lance accidentally said it was his. Lucy
said "Really? Jacob's paying you too much." We all laughed it off,
pretending she was right. What do little girls know about money?

  We stayed for a few days. The kids played on the beach, swam in the pool,
and fished off the pier. George and Michael were at our beck and call. Most
of our meals came from George's friend, except for breakfast. George makes
pretty good pancakes and eggs. Though his coffee sucks. I will have to
correct that if I'm to spend much time there.

  We didn't talk much about Larry, but somehow I got the impression that
the girls were somewhat relieved. Maybe that was just my imagination.

  Jacob had meetings in L.A., or maybe he just wanted to see Megan, so he
left and came back two days later. Then we flew Lenny back to Atlanta, and
we went home.

  Ada was surprised to see Michael return. "I thought you might leave that
one where you found him" Sweet as always, Ada.

  Jim offered to try to get custody of Lenny. Considering what happened to
Larry, he thought Liz might not have such good parenting skills. I thought
about it for a while. But when you consider that I'm having sex with every
boy that passes my way, I'm in no position to cast stones at anyone. I told
him that Lenny was a totally different kid and wouldn't be the problem that
Larry was. But if anything happens, we might change our minds.

  Life settled down for a while. We got into a routine of sorts. Whenever
Tim and Lance went with Jacob, Michael was in my bed. Sometimes Lance would
go with Jacob alone, then Tim and Michael would sandwich me.

  Michael showed Tim some bodybuilding techniques, and Tim was toning up
very nicely. Not that he needed to. He was already gorgeous, now he was
beyond hot. To have those two working me over at night was like going to
boylover heaven.

  One Saturday afternoon, I'm sitting by the pool watching all the boys
swim. From behind me comes "Hi Robert. Oh my god!" It was superstar, and
she just saw a whole lot of beautiful boy flesh. Right behind her was
Shawn, who immediately stripped and jumped in with the others.

  "I assume your son didn't inform you I was coming again." Jacob is the
worse communicator in history.

  "Afraid not. If I had known, I would've arranged some sort of surprise
for you." I joked awkwardly.

  "I don't think I could handle a bigger surprise than this." Then she
spotted Tim and Michael standing by the diving board. "Jesus! I had a dream
like this once, but I was hoping it would come true when I was a bit
younger. My god they are beautiful. I just thought of something you could
give me for Christmas. Just don't tell my Rabbi."

  I love that woman.

  She was still eyeing the two hunks. "I'm over here dear." I said trying
to get her attention. "To what do we owe this honor?"

  She turned to the pool and shouted at my son. "Jacob!"

  "Shit. Sorry Dad. I forgot to tell you she was coming."

  "So I see."

  "Actually we are here so that Shawn can sing on an album by 'Dawning
Again'." Superstar informed me.

  'New Dawning' wanted to get back together, but Mike didn't want to tour
with a band. Jacob had found replacements for himself and Mike and put
together a band with the remaining members of 'New Dawning', the artist
that Jacob and Lance had originally disagreed on, and a musician that they
found in a club in Chicago. Jacob had told the guy that he was great, but
his band sucked.

  Jacob wrote the music and Toby the lyrics for their first album with
Shawn as lead singer. The artist that the boys had disagreed on is a
songwriter and decent musician, but they all felt they would have a better
chance with Jacob's name on it. Then they would go with songs written by
the other artist, on future albums.

  Superstar sat with me and we watched the boys swim. "I hadn't noticed how
much Shawn has grown." She said as she eyed her adoptive son. "He's really
a hunk. Not as big as Tim or Toby, but he's going to make some young girl
very happy."

  Jammer came over to say hello to the superstar. He wasn't as brave around
women as he is around us. He had his hands covering his genitals, and when
he offered his hand in greeting superstar say "I think I will pass, I saw
where it's been. But it's very nice to see you again, Jammer, even if it is
a bit more than I expected." We all had to laugh at that.

  Jacob came over and toweled off, then gave superstar a kiss, totally
unconcerned about his nudity.

  "Jacob, good to see all of.. I mean, good to see you." She said
nervously.

  He sat beside her, fortunately his towel was in his lap. "We'll start
recording in the morning if that's okay with you. By the time we finish the
album, my new plane will be delivered. You can be on it's virgin flight."

  "New plane? What new plane?" I asked in shock.

  "Didn't I tell you? Must have slipped my mind. My lease on the Gulfstream
is almost up. I bought a Boeing bbj Max. It'll be a lot roomier and I can
go to Europe without stopping to refuel. It's gonna have a bedroom suite
too, plus seating for more people. We've been kinda crowded in the
Gulfstream. It should last me a few years, and if I get married and
kids. Kids take up a lot of room. It'll seat thirty after the finish out is
complete. You and your strays and Dan and Macon are always with me. Who
knows, sometimes I might need to deliver a band somewhere. I spend so much
time flying, I want to be comfortable while I'm doing it."

  "How much did it cost?" I asked him.

  "Uh.. You really don't want to know. But it's a business write off. Jim
handled all that."

  Superstar said "I haven't been on one of those yet, so I'll take you up
on that. Besides, you know I like anything that's free."

  The next morning, I stumbled to the patio to find superstar already
there. "Good morning, Robert. About time you showed your less than pretty
face." She said.

  "What are you doing up so late, shouldn't you be in your coffin by now?"
I joked.

  "My, aren't we bitchy in the morning." She accused.

  Ada set my first espresso in front of me. "Would you like another?" She
asked superstar.

  "Yes please, Ada. It's Robert's fault I started drinking espresso in the
first place. I may as well drink up while he's buying."

  "Where is everybody?" I asked after my first sip.

  "Let's see, uh. Macon escorted Lance, Tim, and Shawn to the studio, and
is now making his security sweep. Jammer is on his way over. Michael asked
Max to take him to the mall. Ada is making espresso. And I'm sitting with
Linda Blair's stunt double from the Exorcist."

  "Touche`. I deserved that." She just gave me a shit eating grin. "You
didn't want to go to the studio?" I asked.

  "I'll wander over later. I'm not sure I want to be there if Jacob starts
firing people."

  "You have nothing to worry about. He's not going to let you sing and
screw this up." I said, returning her evil grin.

  "That's why I love you, Robert. Even with no ammo and half asleep, you
still try to put up a good fight."

  We chatted and drank our coffee. Macon returned about the same time
Jammer arrived, and they disappeared for awhile. I smiled to myself,
knowing what was going to happen there. I wondered if they knew theirs is a
doomed relationship. Or maybe not. Maybe they would last a long time.

  Superstar went to her room to get ready for the day. Ada brought me
another espresso.

  "What's wrong bossman?" She asked when she saw my expression.

  "I was just contemplating relationships." It was then that I realized, it
wasn't Jammer's and Macon's relationship I was worried about. It was mine.

  "Seems none of mine ever last more that a few years. The trouble with
kittens is, they turn into cats. All my kittens turn into cats, and outgrow
me." I bemoaned.

  "When you divorced that tramp did you think your world was coming to an
end?"

  "No. But I was still very young. I thought I would find another woman to
share my life with, to grow old with."

  "You had me, and I ain't going anywhere. We may not have sex, but
otherwise we are great companions. We can get sex anywhere. I get it from
Max. You get it...well wherever. The thing is, you help a lot of
people. Everyone that passes through this house is better off because of
you. If while passing through they also bring you pleasure, all the better.

  "You don't force yourself on anyone. You don't ask for any payment for
helping them. You do it because you are a kind person. It is payed forward
too. Look at all the good things Jacob has done because of your
influence. All the boys back at the ranch, they will grow up as good
citizens and do good deeds too. Lord knows what kind of impact will
eventually come out of it all.

  "Will Tim and Lance leave you eventually? Probably. But they will love
you forever, and take with them your kindness and spread it around. By then
you will be able to take on the next stray, then the next. It's your lot in
life to do these things. Karma also allows you to favor the type of person
that needs you most. It's a win / win. But I will still be there to keep
you straight."

  I gave her an odd look.

  "Okay 'straight' was a bad choice of words, but you get my drift."

  She was right of course. My age of attraction seemed to be pubescent
males. A crucial time in their development, when they are most susceptible
to influence.

  I didn't know, back that first day at the DMV, meeting Toby would change
my life so completely. I had no clue that those tight shorts which had
enticed me so, would also set the course for the rest of my life. I
wouldn't have guessed that the first time seeing those nude boys in my pool
would turn me into a lifelong boylover.

  Now I live my life knowing that every lover I ever have will either
outgrow me as a father figure, or outgrow my interest as a lover. All my
kittens turn into cats.


The End
© Cutter09



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