By The_Curmudgeon
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This is the second book in the series of three preceded by The Abandoned Boy Scout then followed by It's A Boys Life Home. If you have not read the first one already, I strongly suggest you start there.
To read the character descriptions carried forward into this book, scroll down a bit to the Background section.
The Cast of new Characters in this book can be found at the end of this story.
This is a work of fiction written with a little fantasy thrown in. It is copyrighted by me.
This book contains about 105,000 words or about 291 pages in a paperback novel, figuring 360 words per page.
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You can skip this part if you've already read The Abandoned Boy Scout. Go on down to Chapter 1.
If you're joining this story without reading the first installment, we're in Hawaii because of construction to our house back in McGregor, Texas. The concrete saw to take out the old patio, and the promise of several days more of a brick saw drove us leave. We landed in Honolulu yesterday, my adopted son Mark, his best friend Frankie, and a brand new addition to the family, an emergency placement foster boy named Brian, and myself.
Brian had just come to us two days before the trip. He was beaten with a wood breadboard, then a leather strap with heavy-duty staples through it. His backside took the brunt of the damage. His foster mother beat him, because he was playing with his dick, in his own bedroom. She has been arrested.
After arriving in Hawaii yesterday, we got to swim at Waikiki Beach then took a 3-hour around-the-island tour. We have a cool limo driver and last night, I found out there are nude beaches in Hawaii. I really like our driver.
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Continuing characters from the first book listed alphabetically
Allen Jeffries: our storyteller, Scoutmaster of Troop 12 in the small Texas town of McGregor, west of Waco
Amy (Anderson): 10, sister of Jeff good friend of and same age as Staci, lifelong naturist
Benny: 10, brother of Keith, from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised.
Brian: 12, a foster child who was beaten because he couldn't keep his hands off his penis.
Earl & Gladys: Husband/wife team that runs Sun Ranch
Frank Wilson: Scout Troop Committee Chairman, father of Frankie and Staci Wilson, works in the McLennan County courthouse as a Family Judge
Frankie Wilson: now 13, Mark's best friend and patrol member in Scouts
Jeff (Anderson): 13, the Patrol Leader of Mark and Frankie's patrol, lifelong naturist
Keith: 14, brother of Benny, from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised
Keona Okalani: 33 our chauffeur while we were in Honolulu for the cruise. (aka Keo, or Ke by his brother)
Kerri Wilson: Wife of Frank Wilson, mother of Frankie and Staci Wilson
Marjorie Patton: Child Protective Services, adoption division, twin sister of Phillip Patton
Mark Jeffries: adopted by Allen Jeffries on Mark's 13th birthday, aka Mark Williams before the adoption
Nancy: late 30s, (some things you don't ask) my office assistant since the company was formed.
Phillip Patton: Child Protective Services, foster care division, twin brother of Marjorie Patton
Robert: 16, the troop's Senior Patrol Leader, an exhibitionist at heart, an only child
Roy: Old friend of Allen's, rides with a Harley owner's motorcycle group, HATES anyone who would harm a child
Staci Wilson: 11, Frankie's sister
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And
now, I present, Book Two,
Transition Into A Family
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July 17th Day two in Honolulu
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I had gone to bed last night at 9:00 p.m., having been awake for 22 hours, I went to bed after the boys having to slip quietly into bed with Frankie. Mark and Brian taking the other queen bed.
Now, I've already been up for almost 2 hours and they were still sleeping. I was sitting in the living room of our suite reading about the shore excursions our cruise offered and marking which I thought the boys would enjoy when the phone rang at 7:30 a.m. I answered unsure who would be calling me at this hour or even who knew I was here.
"Good morning Mr. Jeffries, did you eat breakfast yet?" It was our driver, Keona. Short story was that he was on his way and had stopped for breakfast where the local's eat and would pick up some real Hawaiian food for us at Joe's Grill Express – Honolulu, it would only cost me about the price of one breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
The boys heard the phone ring and that started the wake-up process after sleeping for nearly 12 hours. They slowly came out of the bedroom one at a time. Mark was first and crawled naked into my lap, looking over the shore excursion descriptions with me. Frankie stopped first in the bathroom but otherwise was right behind Mark, also naked and stood in the window looking out at our ocean view. Brian was last to emerge, looked at us and asked, "Why am I the only one wearing clothes?"
"Sorry, I put you to bed last night, and didn't want to wake you by trying to take your clothes off. You don't have to be the only one dressed." With that, he dropped his shorts and underwear together and pulled his tee over his head. "Come over here, I need to check your butt." He stood in front of me and presented his still badly bruised buns. I inspected his backside and only four days after being severely beaten, the skin was healing nicely. The combination of chlorine at home and now salt-water ocean soakings, was promoting fast healing of the outer surface. It will take many more days for the bruises to fade. I just hope the memories of the beating fade too.
I showed them what I was doing; we looked at the various shore excursions; I had them choose which ones we would sign up for on the ship later today. This activity needed to be done soon, but what I was really doing was stalling. The boys were unaware of my conversation with Keona last night about our clothing preferences and that he was on his way here right now.
Several minutes into our conversation, there was a knock at the door. Frankie, who was the only boy not seated, won the race to the door, and looked through the peephole. "It's Keona!" he declared throwing open the door forgetting his current state of dress. Actually, he did exactly what I figured he would do.
Keona casually walked in with two bags of carryout and a bag of clean laundry, and placed them on the table. "Morning everyone, I brought breakfast," he said. After setting them down, he nonchalantly removed his Hawaiian shirt and laid it over the back of one chair. He flipped his sandals off and slipped his shorts and swimsuit down over his very nice sculpted ass. The first thing I noticed after realizing how nice his ass was his total lack of any tan lines.
The boys stared in disbelief. Undaunted, Keona went back to the table and began unpacking the food. "I didn't know what anyone wanted, so I got a variety." He set out the five containers of food on the bar top and put paper plates and plastic forks on the dining table.
He saw what we were looking through, and said, "For every one of those excursions you're looking at, there are ten other guys who are less expensive, do a better job, and are local Hawaiians trying to make a living. Too bad I'm not going with you; I could hook you up with the best excursions at every port."
Some have called me impetuous, but there was something about Keona I really liked. It took me all of 5 seconds to ask, "Would you go with us? We'd love to have you."
He stammered for a moment, "Well, I..."
The kids were equally stunned at my offer, but quickly got onboard, all clamoring for Keona to go with us.
"I would, but I can't afford..."
That's where I cut him off. "Stop right there, my offer is to hire you as our travel guide. You will be paid your normal weekly wages and all your expenses will be covered." I dialed the number of my travel agent. I told her what I wanted. She needed information about our new passenger so I turned the phone over to him, "Here, she needs to speak to you, give her all your information so she can change our reservation.
"Wow, do you always work like that?" he asked after hanging up the phone.
"I can be decisive it the situation calls for it."
"Come on and get some breakfast, we need to eat before it gets cold." Keona said moving us toward the bar.
"Holy shit dude! What the hell happened to your butt?" Keona exclaimed as he noticed Brian's behind for the first time.
I decided to let Brian answer, "My previous foster mother caught me beating off in my bedroom, and tried to beat that `gay' behavior out of me and kept telling me to pray for forgiveness."
"Beatin' off ain't gay! It's being a boy. Shit, I hope they locked her up!" Keona exclaimed. I nodded that indeed she had been arrested.
The information about needing forgiveness was new; Brian must be remembering more about his beating. We all took a plate and went through the makeshift cafeteria line Keona had created. We each took parts from any of the five Hawaiian breakfast platters he had brought for us.
While eating, I explained I had sold a business product design, and this trip was spending some of the profit from that sale. I did not tell him the profit was $35 million.
Then I asked for his story. Between bites, he told us, "I was born in Kealakekua in the Kona region on the big island of Hawaii. My parents were dirt poor farm hands working for one of the big coffee farms. They were both killed in a big fire at the processing facility where the beans are roasted, when I was five.
"The farm owners took me in and I lived with their son who was the same age as me. We was just like brothers doing the same thing you boys do, wearing the same amount of clothes too, when we could get away with it. When I was about 16, I realized I liked boys instead of girls. When I told my parents when I was 17, they weren't happy about it at all, thought I might corrupt their son. Little did they know, he had come out to me a couple years before and we'd been messing around together since the first time we noticed we both had penises.
"Anyway, they still loved me, but offered to send me to collage in the states. I ended up at UC Santa Barbara. Turns out that school is a party school, I got heavy into the party scene.
"I was put on academic suspension for missing too many classes. Mom and Dad offered me a ticket home but I turned them down and the money from Hawaii was cut off. I ended up homeless and out of school at 20. I hooked up with a queer friend and we bounced around eventually ended up in the Rampart area of Los Angeles where we worked minimum wage jobs for several years getting by mostly, but I did save up about $1,000.
"I stayed in contact with my brother back in Hawaii the whole time. That's what I called him at least, even though we weren't related. He had a friend in Honolulu who had a limo, and was leaving Hawaii so he wanted to sell. My brother bought me a ticket from LA to Honolulu, and arranged for me to buy the limo for the $1,000 I'd saved up. What I didn't know at the time was our parents paid for the ticket and the balance of the limo and the fee for the chauffeur's license, about 6 grand. They really did still love me and felt somewhat responsible for me.
"So at 27-years-old I came back to Oahu in 1974 and have been driving ever since. I upgraded the limo a few years back and started getting the good gigs, like you guys, ya know more affluent travelers that stay at the better hotels. Now I'm making a good living, I'm outdoors a lot and I meet mostly nice people, some are snobs, but mostly nice. I'm sharing a house in the North Shore with another driver. He can be an ass at times, but life is good."
"So that makes you thirty-three now? Is this other driver your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Yup, I'm thirty-three and no my roommate isn't even gay, he's just tolerant."
"What's tolerant?" Brian asked.
"It means he puts up with me even though I'm gay." Keona replied.
"Are you tolerant Papa?" Brian asked.
"I'm tolerant about some things, but not about others. I like most people. I can tolerate some people I don't care for, but I won't tolerate people who beat little boys. I don't need to be tolerant about Keona, I'm gay as well." Ok, now I've done it. I just went from asexual with a leaning towards males, to admitting I was gay. That's the first time I've said that out in the open. Let's see what happens.
Nothing happened, not a raised eyebrow, a surprised look, the only response was a slight smile from Keona.
"Well, I'm tolerant, I like Keona," Mark said giving him a hug.
"Me too," followed Frankie hugging him from the other side.
What I had known for years but afraid to admit it to myself was now out. I am gay. There it is. Deal with it.
We finished our breakfast and cleaned up as best we could, leaving our trash neatly piled for the hotel staff to dispose of. Keona explained, "Since I'm going with you, I'll need to get back to the North Shore, there's a nice swim beach up there," he looked at me with a wink. "I'll need to pack some stuff and get my other phone book, and get either my roommate or another friend to take us to the cruise terminal this afternoon.
"When we leave here, wear your swimsuit and a T-shirt. When you pack, put your new aloha shirts on top to change into before we board the ship, you want to look nice for the embarkation photo. You can shower and change at my house before we leave for the ship. Some of the stuff, like the sand mats, or anything else you don't want to take on the ship, you can leave in the trunk of the limo. Now go, get packed, we're leaving in 15 minutes!
"Any other stops you want to make today, Allen?" Keona asked using my first name.
"Yeah, I need a better camera."
"Got just the place for you, it's on the way north.
"I'm going to go check you out of the hotel and cancel your reservation for after the cruise. My contact found you a great house, and he knows this sweet Hawaiian lady chef. He just needs to know your check out date. You're going to be in a quiet area over on the east shore.
"We're going to stay 7 nights, so we leave Hawaii July 31."
"Cool, I'll let him know, the house is a two-story, four bedroom, 3½ bath, pool, lanai, completely furnished, full kitchen, outdoor barbecue, direct beach access, you'll love it."
Keona dressed and left to do his thing and I went to pack. I called Frank's office and told his assistant to tell Frank I was kidnapping his son for another week to stay in Hawaii, and that I'd call and let him know about my return. I called American Airlines and changed my flight going home to the same evening flight on July 31st. I called Nancy, my office assistant, and told her I was taking an additional week and gave her the name of Brian's pediatrician and asked her nicely to call and postpone his appointment till after my return.
I was having second thoughts; I really didn't want our lives being disrupted by a production team shooting a commercial in our back yard. I called the owner of McLennan County Backyard Oasis. I explained the change in my position, but told him I would give him until July 31 to complete the construction and take all the commercial shots he wanted and I would split the cost with him. I knew that would dash his plans to arrange big name stars, but it would still give him $12,500 he didn't have. He thought about it a few seconds and accepted my proposal.
I reminded the boys to leave their towels out and put any other swim stuff in my shoulder bag. Everybody put on their new swimsuits, a new Hawaiian tee, and flip-flops. We were ready to go when Keona returned with a cart for our luggage. We piled everything on and I left a tip for housekeeping on the table. We followed Keona to the limo.
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As we hit the road, Keona, told me there were many very fine camera stores in the Waikiki area, but they loved to take advantage of tourists. Instead, we're going to one where all the locals buy their cameras. Not surprisingly, he took us to a place well outside the tourists' stomping grounds.
We got off H2 at Wahiawa and pulled into a nondescript strip mall. Definitely not a tourist area, but lots of military. Wheeler Army airfield and Schofield Barracks is on the other side of the highway. We entered the store with only one other person at the counter, he was picking up some film, and I waited my turn for the salesman's attention. He turned to us, and said, "Hi Keona, how can I help you today?"
Keona introduced me as a friend from the mainland. I laid my instamatic on the counter. "I need a better camera."
"You most certainly do." He proceeded to ask what I wanted from a camera. I told him I wanted a quality camera that was simple to operate. I walked out with the Cannon AE-1, 50 mm f1.4 lens, a Vivitar 70 – 210 mm zoom lens, flash attachment, extra batteries, camera bag, cleaning kit, and ten rolls of Kodacolor film. With the current sale price, my credit card only became about $800 lighter. He even gave me a 10-minute class on how to use my new toy, seemed simple enough actually.
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We drove on and entered the North Shore area. We took a turn-off and went west towards Kaʻena Point but only went a short distance before parking. We gathered our gear including my new camera bag and walked a couple hundred yards to the beach then another 100 yards along the empty beach. Finally, Keona stopped, "Welcome to Polo beach." We were the only people on the deserted stretch of sand. I found it incredible, compared to the crowded conditions of Waikiki Beach of yesterday. We spread out our mats and towels. Keona then casually took off his tee, then as a total surprise to the boys, took off his swimsuit. "Oh, didn't I tell you? Polo is kinda the unofficial nude beach of the North Shore."
It didn't take long for the rest of us to join him. Brian brought me his float belt for me to help him put it on and we all played in the water for a half hour before I got out. I went to our mats and pulled out my camera. I put the zoom lens on and started taking pictures. I did take pictures of everyone, but my viewfinder kept focusing in on Keona. He has a great body. Just sitting there, I got hard watching him. I rolled to my side away from their view and jacked-off into the sand.
"I could think of a better place to have put that." Keona said, scaring the holy shit outta me. I rolled back over looking up at him; my dick hadn't deflated and didn't look like it was going to anytime soon. He took that as an invitation, kneeled, and spread my legs. "Keep an eye on the kids, somebody need to watch them." He said as he laid between my legs and engulfed my dick in his mouth.
Keona was talented at pleasuring a man, obviously a well-developed skill. He soon had me back at my peak excitement level and kept me there for several minutes. He made it difficult to keep my vigilant watch on the boys playing in the surf, but someone had to with no lifeguard at this beach. He finally allowed me to cum for the second time. This man is a god.
Our eyes locked. His arms went under my legs and lifted ever so slightly asking my permission. I nodded to him. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and he drove forward lifting my legs higher. He moved sideways rotating us so I could see the boys around his body now. He put his hand beneath his mouth and allowed my semen captured there to drip into his hand and he transferred it to my anus and pushed a finger in me, lubricating the path.
He dribbled more into his hand, then swallowed, and transferred that semen to his engorged penis rubbing it over his glans and down his shaft. He moved forward some more raising my legs even higher. I felt the softness of his glans as it rubbed through my crack and found the center of my opening. He pushed, my relaxed muscles accepting him and he made it through the inner sphincter. He pushed a second time and I felt him slid into me, his scrotum hitting almost up against my back.
He was fully in me and moving back and forth with ease and the feeling was incredible. He was my first adult penis and he was making love to me. I forced myself to locate all three boys to make sure they were safe. They were standing together in knee-deep water, watching us. Keona managed his thrusts to make sure his dick rubbed my prostate on each cycle. I looked up into his eyes and saw a beautiful man looking down at me; we were connected, not just physically, but at an emotional level as well. My heart swelled at the same time my penis did as it delivered another full load of cum on my chest and stomach.
I am no longer a virgin. I never counted the time a 15-year-old buddie and I agreed to fuck each other, and after he fucked me, he took off, not giving me my turn.
I have never felt quite like this before. The night Mark made love to me and his spirit entered me was similar, yet this was different. I knew I wanted it again, and again. Is this just good sex? Or is this love? We'll have to see. His crescendo was rising, he was thrusting harder, and his moans were louder. He grabbed my hips with both hands and drove into me. I could feel his dick as it swelled, then throbbed delivering his semen in me. Yes, I think this is love.
He collapsed on me and allowed my hips back onto the sand. "Don't leave me," I whispered.
"Are the boys ok?"
"Yes, they're watching."
He laid there recovering for a few moments then withdrew himself, his dick slithering out the last couple of inches. He moved up my body sliding on the semen I deposited, our disks touched as he slid up so our faces were together. We kissed. I found the taste of my cum still present in his mouth. Our tongues intertwined joyfully.
The next time I looked towards the ocean for the boys, I found them kneeling 10 feet away in a row, all three little dicks sticking straight out. I held out my hand to them and they came over and gathered around us.
"That was beautiful dad." Mark said with a tear in his eye. He was happy for me. The other two didn't say a word, just reached out, and made their presence known with a simple touch. Frankie brushed his hand against my cheek; Brian buried his fingers in my hair. It was a beautiful family moment as we laid there enjoying the sun and the sounds of the surf.
Keona brought us all back to reality. "So, who's ready for fish tacos?"
The boys moved quickly. Keona did a push-up lifting himself up off me and then stood, offering his hand to help me stand. Both of our penises now retracted. We had agreed to push lunch back to 2:00 due to the large breakfast secured from Joe's Grill. We dried bodies and put swimsuits and t-shirts back on. Swim accessories went back in the shoulder bag and the mats were shaken and rolled into a single large bundle.
We looked around to verify nothing was left behind. All I'd left was a small cum deposit now buried in the sand. We hiked the 300 yards to the limo and drove from Polo Beach northeast to a fish taco restaurant in Haleʻiwa. We drove past Matsumoto Shave Ice on the way and the boys all want another after lunch. The taco joint was another food truck in a parking lot in town. This is definitely a laid-back lifestyle. We went back for the shaved ice and it was time to go to Keona's house to change and allow him to pack.
He and his roommate rented a modest two-bedroom house inland a couple miles. We parked in his front yard as the driveway was occupied by another limo. I called my travel agent from there to check on our arrangements. All was ready; our updated paperwork would be waiting for us at the cruise terminal. Keona also called a friend in Maui, which would be our first port of call for two nights, then called his brother on the big island where we had port calls on both coasts the following two nights.
We all showered at Keona's and changed into our `nicer' casual clothes. For boarding, we would all be wearing our new Hawaiian Aloha shirts, shorts, and tennis shoes. We all piled back into the limo after packing our towels, swimsuits, tees and flip-flops into our packs. On the way to the terminal, I had them stop at a bank so I could get cash. Since all our shore adventures would be handled by acquaintances and not the ship, I'd rather pay them in cash.
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July 17 – 24, 1980
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Our next stop was the cruise terminal. The regular unloading area was a zoo of cars, taxis, vans, and buses all jockeying for position to unload their departing passengers. Due to the 1st Class level of our reservation, Keona knew to take us directly inside the terminal to the VIP loading zone. There, only a few limousines were unloading. A porter met our limo and took our suitcases and packs leaving me only my camera bag. The check-in area was nearly empty and after giving my name, new documents were printed. We were each given a card, like a credit card, which would be used for everything related to the ship. Entering and exiting; opening our suite door; purchasing drinks, or in our case, proving they were already paid; shore excursions, like that's going to happen; purchases in the various on-board stores, and dinners in the specialty restaurants. Anywhere money would normally be spent, you only provided your card.
We were ushered over near the elevator and in front of a camera with the ship in the background. Keona hung back waiting for our family picture to be taken. The flash went off before I realized he wasn't in the picture, so I had another taken with him in it as well.
A steward escorted us all the way to our room where he introduced us to Charles, our butler for the week. Charles took us into our room where our bags had already been delivered. He showed us around, it was a very spacious room for a cruise ship. It was called the Penthouse III and Charles offered the King bed as two twins, or as it is, a king. We decided to go with the king bed as is for Keona and me, and the foldout queen-size sleeper sofa in the living room for the boys. Charles told us bedding would be changed every morning while we were at breakfast, so no need to fold up the bed, he would take care of that.
"With your dining package," Charles told us, "you have your choice of either eating in the restaurant, or ordering and having dinner here in your room, if you eat in the restaurant, I can make those reservations for you. For eating in your room, I will provide menus and an order sheet for the restaurant you select.
"Each evening, I will come in, hopefully while you're out enjoying the ship, to prepare the beds for the evening."
"Charles, I have a rather delicate question. My family and I are nudists. Now I realize this isn't that kind of a cruise, but is it acceptable for us to be nude in our suite? And how can you do your job considering that?"
"Mr. Jeffries, Mr. Okalani, I have been a butler for many years. Before the ship, I served as a private family butler. Nudity does not bother me in the least. I have seen it all actually. So, if you don't mind me poking around dressed as I am, I won't be bothered by any state of dress you or your family happens to be in."
"Even if were eating in the room and you are serving?"
"Yes sir, be assured, I am nonplussed by anything that might happen in front of me, and I can assure you that even if I'm in the room, I didn't see a thing. There is a code in my profession, sir."
"Thank you Charles. That's quite a relief. So as you come and go as you need, just knock on the door and give it a few seconds, if we don't stop you, let yourself in. Don't worry about us."
"Very well sir, about tonight's dinner. Here are the restaurants from which you may choose, or you may choose from more than one if you are eating in your room."
"Guys, what kind of food you want for dinner? We got Mexican, Brazilian, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Thai, Moroccan, Barbecue, Pizza Parlor, Burgers and Shakes, Steak & Seafood, and American. . ."
"The Moroccan is fun, it comes with a belly dancing show. I wouldn't do the Seafood, tonight, too many leftovers from the previous cruise, our Japanese and Chinese is very good, as we get many Asian travelers and they are very demanding when it comes to their food. Thai is very good too and every dish can be as hot or mild as you like. And do remember, even the specialty restaurants are all you can eat, so order as much as you want." The group offered suggestions and a consensus was arrived at Chinese.
"And will that be in the restaurant or in room?"
"We need to get out and see the ship; we'll eat in the restaurant."
Looking at his watch, "It's 5:30 now; may I suggest 7:00 for your reservation? That will allow time to eat and still get to the theater or participate in other evening activities if you wish."
"That sounds great; it gives us an hour and a half to look around now. Are you sure you can get that time?"
"Mr. Jeffries, I always get the reservations I ask for. My suites have the highest priority for dining. I'll go put in that reservation. Oh, and if you'll put your clothes in the drawers, I'll see your bags are put away, except for the packs, you may want those while on your shore excursions."
Charles left. "Let's do as he asked and put our stuff away. Hang your suits in the closet."
Minutes later, we were off to discover the ship. We found the pool, the theater, the ice cream parlor (free cones and sundaes), the hamburger bar (You mean we can have a free hamburger any time we want? Cool!), Youth Activities Center, the spa, several bars, casino, restaurant row including the Chinese place we were going to eat, the main dining room where we would not be eating, the buffet where breakfast and lunch could be eaten, and the midnight dessert on the night after Kona. Keona reminded us we wouldn't be eating any lunches on board except a late lunch on Thursday after returning from Nāwiliwili and not to plan on dinner the night we were in Hilo.
There was a line in front of the Chinese when we approached at a few minutes till 7:00. Keona went in to let them know we arrived and he came out waving us to come in. We were seated immediately. A woman dressed in traditional clothing came bringing us menus. In prefect English, she reminded us everything was all-you-can-eat, so we could order as many dishes as we wished. She took drink orders and left to fulfil those and give us a few minutes to decide. Dinner was delicious, better than our Chinese place back home, but then Waco isn't a hot bed of premium international cuisine.
Over dinner, Keona told us of what he had arranged for us tomorrow, first up was a horse ride along the Waihee Ridge where we would see amazing views of Maui and the ocean. Up at the top we'll have some lunch, and then ride back to the ranch. In the afternoon, we're going snorkeling to see if we can find some fish or turtles. Somehow, I knew Keona was understating the adventures that lay ahead for us.
At 8:00, there was a magic show in the main auditorium. I flashed my card at the door; but he didn't even look. "Good evening Mr. Jeffries, right this way" and were escorted to seats in the second row, center stage. The magic was top quality and the magicians were excellent entertainers. I've never laughed so hard and been amazed at the same time.
After the show, we went to the buffet for dessert. We had cake, pie, or whatever, and ice cream.
When we returned to our cabin, the couch had been pulled out and the beds turned down. Three stuffed animals were sitting on pillows actually facing the door awaiting their owner's return.
On our bed, Charles had folded and rolled towels into little animals too.
The boys hadn't done anything justifying a shower and went straight to bed, but turned on the TV. Keona and I went to the bedroom and closed the sliding doors. I was going to bed with another man for the first time. I was nervous as a schoolgirl on a first date as we faced each other in the bedroom. "It's your turn," Keona told me. I went to the bathroom to get a couple towels and the lube from my kit.
I came back to Keona laid out on the bed in a sexy pose in the middle of the bed, kinda on his left side resting his head on an arm propped up on his elbow. His left leg extended straight down, his right leg, thrown back fully exposing his naked hard dick. I squeezed a little lube in my palm and as I laid facing him, grabbed him and started stroking, not holding firmly, but just enough to keep him interested. My own dick was sticking out too.
I laid with my face even with his, but he was higher, so he leaned over and with his right hand behind my neck, our lips met. We sucked each other's lips and when I pulled away, I softly said, "Teach me." The hand at my neck slid down the middle of my back, lightly tracing my spine with a fingernail. Shivers ran through my back muscles at his touch. His finger stopped at my tailbone, flipped over and continued down between my cheeks coming to rest on my hole where he had been earlier today. It wiggled around forcing its way in just to the first knuckle which hooked into me like a fish hook, then pulling back up adding pressure and a new sensation in my rectum.
"That feels so good," I moaned.
His left hand was playing in my hair as his tongue found entry to my mouth and mine to his, his finger continued pulling trying to pull my anus higher.
"I'm going to cum Keona," I whimpered.
"So cum already, it isn't a one-shot deal, we're just getting started."
I shot off my first load to his finger stretching my anus. "Oh fuuucccckkkk!" I exclaimed nothing had touched my dick.
As I fired across the empty space between us, I reached out and again grasped his magnificent smooth penis. In the throes of my orgasm, I may have clutched him a little too tight; he winced and fired off with me, moaning just as loudly. We painted each other's groins with cum.
Both of us were breathing heavy as our 30 something-year-old bodies struggled to recover. His lips again reached mine biting me with love nibbles. I moved over him throwing my left leg all the way over his hips, our dicks now grinding against each other as our tongues sought each other's mouths.
He raised his knees between my legs, and spread his legs
apart forcing my legs even father open, both hands went to my butt each hand
grabbing an orb and massaging them with his fingers, working to the center to
begin circling my anus again. I was humping him shamelessly. Racing both of us
to another orgasm, but I didn't want that yet, and I pulled away and rolled off
him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just didn't want to cum again so soon."
"Then take me in your mouth, I'm ready," he said desperately.
I leaned back over him and sucked that magnificent appendage about half way down. I knew I could go no further; I need to work on the gag reflex to be able to do that. I bobbed up and down on him like a cheap whore in a triple-X movie theater.
"Oooohhhhh yeeessssss," he yelled as he gave me four more huge pulses of his man-cum. I sucked till he became too sensitive then squeezed out the last with my thumb. I gave him time to recover. "I usually cum quickly the second time, sorry I didn't warn you."
"No problem, tonight's all about learning. I'm taking notes," I joked.
"Fuck me now, I'm ready. Just lube your dick and push it in me."
I reached for the lube and put a generous glob on the head of my dick. I got between his legs and he raised them for me, his knees almost next to his ears. I lubed him with the excess on my hand and centered myself. I only meant to push in an inch or so, but once through the opening, I slid in all the way. There was no resistance.
There is an advantage to not having a dick as large as Frank's. I stayed on my knees sitting up straight and pulled out to just where the corona was beginning to spread him internally then sank back down. His position allowed my dick to stab into his prostate then slide past. Each thrust pummeling the man joy-buzzer. With our recent orgasms, our pleasure continued for several minutes as I sawed in and out of my lover.
I'm having sex a man, I thought to myself, I'm definitely not a virgin anymore, and with that I fired my cum in his rectum. Just as the first volley entered, his anus clamped around my dick as his own ejaculate spewed on his chest, both of us unashamedly and very emphatically exclaiming our joy as we pumped out our semen.
I sat back on my heels, allowing him to unfold a little, but still allowing me to remain in him. I fondled his dick as if it were my own, only upside down and a little longer, but in the approximate right location. After two orgasms, my dick was done. Five if you count this afternoon. I grabbed a towel and whipped his chest and stomach where his semen landed.
I lifted his leg from my shoulders and laid them off to one side. I pulled out of him slowly trying to be a considerate lover and laid next to him in our original positions.
We laid there staring at each other on top of the sheets, enjoying the naked form of the other lying next to us. The only sounds were the TV in the main room and the sound of our own breathing. I felt a calmness or maybe serenity. Whichever it was, it was the afterglow of a wonderful session of making love. We held hands for several minutes gazing into each other's eyes. "You're pretty good for a virgin," Keona said.
"You're a good teacher," I told him.
There was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" came Mark's voice.
"Come on in Mark," Keona said before I could.
One of the two sliding doors slid open, revealing Mark and his teddy bear Boo-Boo. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Keona looked at me for approval and I nodded.
"Come on, climb up here between us."
"I waited till you got quiet, I hope this is ok?"
"You're fine Mark, thank you for waiting."
"Did I wait long enough, or would you have gone on longer?"
We both giggled at the question, but I answered, "No your timing was just right."
He climbed on the bed at the foot and crawled on all fours up between us. His 4" of boyhood sticking out proudly and he wasn't trying to hide it. He settled onto his back between us "Eeewwww, the sheet's wet."
"Gimme a break, it's just cum, would you like a towel?"
No, that's ok I can use it. He reached under him, scrapped what he could off the sheet into his hand, and began using as lube to masturbating his spike rapidly, his arousal level obviously very high.
"Do I hear a vibrator?"
"Or two," Mark replied, "Frankie's teaching Brian about his prostate."
"Can I do that for you?" Keona asked as he moved Mark's hand away from his penis and took over. Now there was more moaning as my son came closer and closer to orgasm. We worked him together, Keona rubbing his shaft and I went down on him taking just his glans in my mouth. He didn't last and I got his young cum, but I shared it with my new love before all of us fell asleep.
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We awoke to a quiet ship. We had docked in Kahului, Maui during the night and the engines were shut down. I could smell coffee.
We laid there with Mark between us. I got to watch his sleeping face, Keona got to rub his dick between the orbs of his beautiful tight ass. I saw his eyes begin to flutter as he came awake. He didn't move obviously enjoying the feeling he was receiving. "Would you put it in me? Please?"
"You mean your dad?" Keona asked.
"No, you, I know what dad feels like, I want to feel you."
Keona looked over at me and I gave him the go-ahead by handing him the tube of lube. Keona lubed the head and the full length of his shaft lying on his back. "Get up on top Mark, you set the pace." He settled over Keona's penis and centered him in his anus and sat down. There was some initial resistance as his anus stretched but once over the glans he bottomed out on Keona's pubes.
"You feel just like my dad."
"I should, we're nearly the same size, just a slightly different glans shape, you and your dad have a helmet glans, and I have a round cap."
"I used to have a mushroom cap, before I became daddy's son." Mark replied. Keona gave me a `what-the-hell?' look, as he pulled Mark to his chest freeing up his hips and began thrusting up into Mark's rectum. Keona was able to kiss him, their size difference wasn't as dramatic as Mark and I. They were moaning into each other when Mark cummed first, squirting out where they were pressed together. Keona cummed about halfway up Mark's rectum.
The three of us needed a shower and our shower was large enough for three, but I sent them on ahead. I told Keona he might want to leave the plug in him till he was in the shower. Knowing they would be riding horses later this morning, Keona used the hand held attachment to clean the cum out of Mark's rectum.
While they showered, I checked on the other two. I went out to sit next to them. That's when I saw on our dining table was two steaming cups of coffee, and three cups of hot chocolate, all sitting on a warming tray; a carafe of orange juice in a bowl of ice and five small glasses; and a plate of fruit chunks with toothpicks. Charles had been here.
I took a cup of the coffee and sat on the bed on Brian's side. "Have fun last night?" I asked looking at Brian.
"I fell asleep with the vibrator in me." he said with a big smile. "That thing is awesome."
"So that's a yes?"
"Oh yeah," he said.
"As soon as Mark and Keona get out, how about the three of us shower?"
"Ok!"
I heard the water turn off and told them to come with me and we took our turn. Neither had any rectal cum deposits to clean out so the shower was quick. I assumed at that point that all cum offerings had been accepted orally.
We quickly joined Mark and Keona for a breakfast appetizer. We had plenty of time this morning; Keona's friends didn't have to stick to the ship's schedule working with busloads of tourists and leave sharply at 8:00. Our pick-up for our horse ride was scheduled for about 9:00.
We dressed for the horse ride in our jeans and tennis shoes, but packed our beach attire in daypacks and took everything with us to the breakfast buffet area. Any and every breakfast concoction you could imagine was here, of course they did have to please several different nationalities, tastes, and customs. Our coffee had been refilled while we were at the buffet filling our plates.
We killed a little time after breakfast with more coffee brought out of the kitchen directly to our table, and more chocolate milk, till it was time to leave.
As we reached the top of the gangway, Keona looked over the parking lot and began waving to his friend. He jumped in his crew-cab pickup covered in dust and drove over to pick us up in the bus-loading zone. Keona greeted his friend Pilipo, as if they were brothers, and then introduced us as his good friends. We piled in the ranch work truck; obviously, this wasn't a tourist van.
A twenty-minute drive and we were at the Kahaulelio Ranch, a real working ranch that allowed tourists to be a part of the ranching lifestyle even if only for a couple hours. We meet another family who had come up for this morning's ride from one of the hotels we passed along the way.
As we were being introduced to our horses, I had a sudden realization and panicked slightly. I pulled Keona to the side and voiced my concerns about Brian being able to ride a horse in his condition. "Already taken care of, he's getting a special saddle and a horse who won't break out of a walk. If it's too much, he can ride in the truck."
When it was time for Brian to mount his horse, his had a pillow strapped on top of the saddle already. Keona had thought of everything. Brian was lifted by the wrangler and placed atop the pillow as I took pictures with my zoom lens.
The ride to the top of the ridge was all on Kahaulelio Ranch property, there was a public hiking trail that climbed another part of the ridge, but we went much higher. Along the way were more film-eating picturesque views of mountains, gorges, and forest and of course, boys on horses.
We arrived well before noon in a clearing just below a peak. We put our horses in a corral and walked past a pigpen. "What are the pigs for?" Frankie asked.
"That's your lunch," Pilipo replied. One of the cooks, a woman welcomed us and showed us around her outdoor kitchen. Under a tarp, there to protect the fire pit from frequent rains was the main event. She explained the pit and how it was used to cook the Kalua Pig we would have for lunch. Smoke and steam curled up from under the layers of wet leaves all covered by another tarp she pulled back for us to see.
The wrangler took us on a short hike from the clearing on up to the near-by peak. The views were breathtaking. We could see clear back to where the ship was docked and into the center of the island through a huge valley. On the walk back down, we came to Waihee Creek Waterfalls. The boys instantly wanted to go swimming. Pilipo warned them not to get their cloths wet, and Mark simply said their clothes wouldn't get wet. A quick conversation with the other couple, and our three boys and their 8-year-old son and 7-year-old daughter were nude and in the pool of water at the base of the falls. I had to explain the bruises on Brian's behind.
Allowing them some time to play, we finally needed to be going, they carried their clothes for a while allowing their bodies to dry in the sunshine. Before we reentered the clearing, we stopped so they could dress. There was now a large stainless steel table set up under a canopy with all sorts of food, laulau (a bundle of meat wrapped in ti leaves), poi (taro pounded into a thin paste), kulolo (taro pudding), poke (po-kay, raw ahi over rice), potato and mac salad, fresh fruits, and green salads. There was one large open space left on the end.
We were invited to the fire pit for the imu ceremony. Imu is Hawaiian for in-ground oven and the ceremony is the dismantling of all the layers of cloth and leaves exposing the pig cooking within. With the top layers removed, the pig was raised and carried to the table where it was cut and shredded for serving.
What a feast, I can't say much for the taro dishes (poi or kulolo) they were not to most of our liking. Keona enjoyed it though, having been raised on it. Everything else was excellent. The cooked pig sat on the table, his face watching us as we ate on near-by picnic tables. For the kids, Luau Punch was served; the adults were offered Blue Hawaiians, a rum concoction.
Keona explained most commercial Luaus today serve pork, slow-roasted in special ovens and you would never see a real pig in an imu at one. We would go to one later anyway, for the show that they put on around the meal. Our entertainment was Hawaiian music from a cassette player.
We took a different route back down the ridge, most of it on a dirt road; he explained it would be a more comfortable ride going downhill.
Back at the ranch the other family was met by the hotel shuttle bus and was whisked away, we got a little tour and I paid our host the same fee, the ship would have charged us. He objected that it was too much, but I convinced him to keep it. Pilipo didn't take us back to the ship; he took us half way to our next destination Maalaea Bay where we met another of Keona's friends, Kalani, along the road. He took us the rest of the way to Maalaea Small Boat Harbor.
There, the six of us transferred to his boat, a small, but ocean-worthy catamaran. It could have held a few more people, but not many.
Keona had us change out of our jeans, underwear, shoes, and socks right in the parking lot into swimsuits and flip-flops.
5 minutes outside the harbor, Keona stood and took off his clothes signaling us that clothing was now optional. The rest of us quickly followed suit. Kalani got out the snorkeling equipment while I put Brian's swim float around his waist. Keona gave us instructions on how to use a snorkel while Kalani piloted us south 30 minutes to Molokini Crater, which is what's left from a volcanic eruption 230,000 years ago. The cinder cone created has since eroded on one side creating a crescent shaped atoll. Snorkeling and scuba diving are major attractions. Shortly we arrived and tied up to a mooring buoy. Kalani showed us a couple floating platforms, each had window in the center allowing you to see even more clearly into the crystal-clear water.
"Brian, that float belt won't allow you to dive under the water, but you can still see lots just swimming on the surface." He got out a variety of swim fins and masks and everybody found a set that fit.
"So you use the platform to hang on to and swim around looking for a place to dive. When you see something just take a deep breath, let go, and dive down. Or you can float around on the top like Brian, breathing through your snorkel. When you come back up just remember to blast that water out of the snorkel so you can inhale without sucking in water."
Kalani had us try out just floating on top first till we got accustomed to breathing through a tube. The water under the boat was deeper than a snorkeler would normally go but we did get to learn to breathe through the snorkel. Then he had us try diving down and coming back to the surface and clear our snorkels. That may sound easy, but it took several attempts to learn how to do it right. Brian asked for his float belt to be removed so he could dive too.
Brian has been doing better around crowds and strangers. Especially where a woman would have caused him to cringe, he wasn't reacting any more. I noticed the women at lunch could come up to him and touch him on the back or shoulder without causing him discomfort. Losing the float belt was another milestone in his emotional recovery.
Kalani put the two platforms in the water, he, Mark, and Frankie took one, and Keona, Brian, and I followed along. We went over near the steep sides of the atoll where there were hundreds, no, thousands of the most beautiful fish we'd ever seen. I wished I had a waterproof camera.
We hardly saw each other's faces all afternoon, just the backs of heads and bare bottoms sticking out of the water. There were occasional accidental intakes of water producing coughing fits, but they didn't stop anyone.
After an hour and a half, we took a break and swam back to the boat. Kalani broke out some snacks of local fruit, cheeses, and crackers, along with a variety of sodas. Kalani moved the boat to another mooring buoy closer to where the turtles hang out. I reapplied the sun lotion to the backs of everyone, and Keona did my back, tickling my butthole as he moved over it. `Course I did the same thing to him and the boys too.
I did get my camera out and took some pictures from the boat as four naked butts swam away to where the turtles should be. After several shots, I set the camera down and jumped in, swimming hard to catch up. Brian was doing just fine without his float belt. He only needed some confidence. After another hour and a half in the water, we wrapped it up. I think we were all getting tired anyway, we swan the platforms back to the boat and loaded everything on board.
Even the turtles had cooperated; a bale of about 50 of them swam among our group, some close enough to touch as they swam by.
Another 30-minute ride and we were getting dressed again to enter the harbor. Kalani drove us back to the ship. I handed him $200 to which he objected as too much. I explained the exemplary service and small group size made his excursion worth far more than the one offered by the ship. And besides, I can afford it.
We boarded the ship again and went directly to our room. Clothes were shed as the door closed behind us. A minute later, there was a knock, and then the door opened. Charles came in, "I trust you had a fun and interesting day?" he asked as he scanned the room of naked bodies.
The boys regaled to him the adventures of the day, all talking at the same time, I wasn't sure he could understand any of it.
"What type of dining shall it be this evening, gentlemen? Tonight would be a good night for the seafood restaurant, everything is absolutely fresh. It was loaded aboard today from a local supplier, while you were out gallivanting around."
Keona mentioned that we would be having a Hawaiian seafood dinner in two nights on The Big Island.
Charles countered that the lobster and king crab was also its freshest, having just arriving from Alaska.
It was a quick decision, crab and lobster dinner for five here in the room.
"May I take it from here gentlemen, I mean the selections of side dishes and other courses? Is white wine ok with you?"
"Sure Charles, do us proud. I trust you."
"7:00 then?"
"Sure."
The boys realized they had an hour till dinner and decided to take off exploring, but first putting their board shorts and tees back on.
Keona and I decided to go for a drink at one of the many bars on board. We caught ourselves walking hand-in-hand and didn't do anything about it. I felt full of life, like the day Mark's adoption became official. I felt like I was on a date.
Over our fruity pink-colored drink with a pineapple slice and a little umbrella, Keona spoke, "So I'm a little confused. You said that Mark is adopted, I don't see how that could be, he looks so much like you, unless you adopted your nephew. And this morning Mark said he used to have a mushroom cap shaped glans. I don't understand that either. A boy's glans shape doesn't just change. I don't even think they have a surgery for that."
I reached for my wallet, and pulled out three pictures. I laid the first two on the table, "What do you see?"
Keona studied them a moment, "Mark has a brother, maybe even a twin brother.
"Ok, now which one looks like me?"
"Well they both look like you, but... this one is the closest, he has the same facial features and hair color, this one is Mark. Who's the other boy?"
"The one in your right hand is Mark, taken on May 23rd at his adoption party. The one in your left hand is Mark, taken May 30th at our nudist experiment weekend with Frankie's family."
I handed him the third picture. "This is me when I was 13."
"You and Mark look alike, but this first picture. . . What are you trying to pull on me, that's not possible."
"Oh shit, look at the time, dinner's about to be served, we gotta go. I'll finish the story later." I grabbed the pictures, and we speed-walked back to our cabin.
We entered and our square table had been converted to a round table by folding out extensions hidden under the table. It was covered in a white tablecloth and place settings for five were perfectly arranged. The boys were sitting at the table sipping on Arnold Palmer drinks wearing only what they normally wore in the suite.
"Gentlemen, right on time, if you wish you may change to matching attire, we can wait." Keona and I sheepishly slipped into the bedroom and disrobed to match the boys, even though it felt wrong doing it with Charles here.
We returned to take our places at the table, apologizing for being late, and resumed with our pink drinks. "And how is the drink of the day?"
"Not too bad, Charles, we'll have to try the special everyday if they're all this good."
"You might as well, with your package; your drinks are all included. Are we ready for dinner? May I begin serving?"
"Please."
Charles opened a door on a large food cart he had rolled into the room. That door was the refrigerator section. He removed shrimp cocktails and served them on small plates and stepped back. He served the boys a sparkling lemon-lime drink to go along with their alcohol-free cocktails. Then he poured a German Riesling from a small carafe, exactly two glasses.
I caught Keona's eye as he looked at Mark, then over at me and back and forth a few times. I only smiled at him as he compared Marks' face to mine. Charles brought hot fresh rolls and butter to the table.
The empties were cleared away and a simple house salad was served with a pineapple dressing, giving it a Hawaiian flavor.
Next was the main course. Each platter contained a butter-poached Maine lobster tail, four or five king crab legs, and a baked potato for Keona and me; and large cut crispy French fries for the boys. A bowl of green beans was added for family style serving. There was of course, clarified butter for dipping placed at each setting. He poured a Chardonnay for our main course and refilled the boy's wine glasses with more of the sparkling lemon-lime water.
When the first lobster tails were gone, Charles delivered two more platters, one with five additional lobster tails and one piled high with king crab. I thought this was going to be a nice sensible meal, but no, Charles had to make sure we were stuffed with rich foods.
For dessert, he presented for our enjoyment individual Molten Chocolate Tarts. He explained that this is the ultimate in chocolate: a warm, soufflé-like mousse with a crackled, brownie-like exterior enclosing a hot molten chocolate center. He assured us that this dessert is so good, so essence-of-chocolate, that it will become the timeless memory to which all future chocolate desserts will be compared, but will fall short.
He brought Keona and me a 20-year-old Port wine to go with the decadent dessert. It tasted so good with the chocolate that I let the boys have a sip, and then sent them back to their chocolate milk.
Charles cleared the table of all the dishes; he served coffee and refilled the boys' milk. As he prepared to leave, "Charles, I just wanted to thank you for the fantastic meal tonight and for the surprise coffee and fruit this morning that was much unexpected."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope you realize my job is to make sure you gain at least 10 pounds on your cruise," he said with a smile. "Will you be attending the show tonight, or turning in early?"
"What is the show tonight?" I asked.
"It's the variety show, very professional, very good acts, some names you might recognize. I would recommend it."
Keona nodded, "Then we'll be going to the show and turning in immediately after."
Well then, based on the time, you may want to get dressed; it's almost 8:00.
We dressed in our Hawaiian better casual clothes, and headed to the show. Even though we were almost late, we were given excellent seats. As Charles promised, we thoroughly enjoyed the show.
That night we were tired and Keona was pressing me for the rest of the story I started over drinks, so we didn't plan any extracurricular activities and left the door open.
In bed, I started telling Keona the story of the first time Mark made love to me. "We'd been out shopping all day, and the boys went to bed, but instead of in Mark's room, they went to mine. I found them there later, and I let them sleep with me.
"The next morning it got interesting. They started playing with me and things turned sexy. Frankie wanted to play with an adult dick, so he and I 69ed while Mark watched, and I actually got Frankie off three times in succession.
"Then Mark asked if he could have anal sex with me. We did all the prep work and I was on my back and . . ."
Frankie interrupted knocking on the doorframe we both raised our heads looking at him, "Since you didn't close the door; does that mean I can come in now to sleep with you? Tonight's my turn."
"Oh, is that how this works?"
"Yeah, we all agreed, Mark's turn was last night; Brian's is the next available night."
"Come on, we certainly don't want to mess up any agreement." Frankie crawled up over the end of the bed and settled in between us. His dick was already excited at the thought of what might happen.
"I was just telling Keona about how Mark became my son."
"Oh, yeah, that was so cool, go ahead."
I took up the story again, "This little guy was there for the whole time. So let me see; Mark had me on my back all lubed up with my ass lifted up, and we became one as he entered me. He did a good job of making love to me and just as he was about to cum . . ."
"Oh, oh, can I tell this part? Please?" Frankie begged.
"Sure go ahead, Frankie."
"It was so cool. As Mark was making love to Tio, what I saw was really cool. Mark's soul or spirit or whatever it was rose up out of Mark in a ghost-like full-body image. It just floated above Mark, then it move up over Tio and it rolled over on its back. Just as Mark was about to cum this voice comes out of nowhere. But it wasn't a voice; it was just a sound in my head. Well, not just my head, everyone's head. But it sounded like Mark, but he wasn't saying anything. The voice said, `Papa, I love you; I am giving you my fluids containing the essence of who I am. I want. . . you. . . to be. . . my Father!'
"When the voice started, the shape over Tio changed shape taking Tio exact shape. It pulled its legs up then it lowered itself into Tio's body. It disappeared into Tio just as Mark said he wanted him to be his Father."
In his excitement of telling the story, Frankie had started rubbing his erection, harder and faster the more he told. Keona took his hand off and took over for him knowing if he didn't Frankie would have erupted. Keona allowed him to back away from his orgasm, but continued to fondle Frankie's dick.
"Mark cummed in me as a normal young-boy would, but for me it was completely different I didn't just feel his cum, I felt him, or his spirit, or his soul that Frankie saw, enter me the moment he said `Father'. Every fiber of me felt him enter.
"That weekend, Frankie's dad started the adoption process.
"So that's the first part of the story. The second part was on his 13th birthday two months later. He had a special two-part birthday present he wanted, but he couldn't tell me anything about it.
"His adoption was finalized on the afternoon of his birthday. That was the first part of the present he wanted. That night Frankie was staying over and Mark asked for the other part of his gift, he wanted me to make love to him.
"Keona, I'd never had my dick in another person before, and I made love to Mark. I thought I'd cum real quick, but I didn't, we made love for 20 minutes or so, and just before I cummed . . . Frankie, you want to tell what you saw?"
Frankie continued the story: "I was on the edge of the bed while Tio was making love to Mark. I heard the same voice that was only in our heads again, but this time it sounded like Tio. It said `Son, I love you; I give you my fluids containing the essence of who we are.' He thrust himself against Mark and I heard the voice yell, `YOU WILL BE MY SON!'
"Just like the first time with Mark, the spirit of Tio, had raised up, hovered, and moved towards Mark. As it passed me, he held out his hand. I reached up, his hand passed through mine, I felt a tingling pass through me, and he told me I was a good friend. Then just like the first spirit, it turned over, shrank down to Mark's size and disappeared into Mark."
"Thanks Frankie, I'll take it from here.
"Keona, I had an ejaculation unlike any other I've ever heard of. There was only the initial pulse and my cum poured out, it was a constant stream. It was like a faucet had been opened. The accompanying orgasm went on for several minutes and it became painful.
"I collapsed on top of Mark but my seamen didn't stop, it continued in a slow, steady, constant flow. I looked down at his face. His eyes were closed, his face at peace. He looked like he was asleep.
"Then he went into some sort of a convulsion. His eyes were darting about under his closed lids, his head was shaking, his arms and legs twitched and wriggled about. I started slipping out of him, there was this deep voice in my head commanding me: `Stay where you are, continue the transfer of fluids, he needs your essence to become of you.' My semen was still flowing into him and the orgasm just seemed to be stuck in a loop. It finally stopped when nothing was left in me. I leaned forward to kiss my beautiful son and Frankie said I passed out too.
"When we awoke, Mark was complaining of pain, mostly in his face, but also his glans. He had been a mushroom cap 4½ inches long, but became a helmet only 4 inches long, what he is now. The changes to his face all happened then too causing the pain. I actually saw the irises in his eyes change color. We didn't notice the color of his hair till the next morning, it lightened from brown and it continued to get lighter day by day till he was blonde.
"When I pulled out of Mark that night, I was expecting some leakage of semen, but there was nothing. I believe Mark initially gave me his essence so my body could produce the antibodies that were needed to change him into my true son.
"Keona, you are now one of six people in the world that knows that story."
"That's. . . just incredible."
Keona was still lightly stroking Frankie's dick keeping it erect.
"It's ok with me, if you want to do to me, what you did to Mark last night." Frankie told Keona.
"Oh, and what was that?" I pressed him for details to demonstrate that he and Mark shared everything.
"You know, Keona stroking my dick and you taking it in your mouth when I cum."
"They share everything, Keona"
We did to Frankie exactly as he asked.
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Those signed up for the Haleakala Bike Tour departed this morning at an ungodly hour. Keona's friend was picking us up at 9:00 for the same ride, minus the sunrise, and the cold of the early morning at the high altitude. We got to stay in bed, not asleep mind you just stay in bed. Frankie was still with us and asked Keona to have sex with him.
Now knowing that his dick wouldn't hurt any of the boys because they were all using the vibrators, he was more willing to initiate the penetration. After liberal application of lubricant, he rolled Frankie up and stuffed a pillow under him. As he was about to enter him, I called for a `time out.' I grabbed the lube from the bed and slathered my dick and kneeled between Keona legs that were between Frankie's legs. I entered Keona's rectum then called `time in.' Keona thrust forward opening up Frankie's hole and plunging to full depth. "Oh fuck, that feels good," Frankie cursed.
As I thrust back and forth in Keona my motion transferred to Keona's dick making him imitate my movements inside Frankie. Frankie soon released a string of profanities just before he spewed his cum on his chest. His hole clamped on Keona's dick, making him cum and Keona's contractions on my dick produced the same results. It was the prefect chain reaction.
I heard soft knocking at the door, and warned that Charles was arriving. I rolled right, Keona went left, and we pulled up the sheet out of respect for our accommodating caretaker.
He left his tray on the table and made a quiet retreat.
Our open door was an invitation to the other two boys to come crawl in bed with us just to snuggle for a few minutes before getting up.
We were up and moving, shortly after that consuming the breakfast appetizer. Interesting, today included two cups of coffee two cups of cocoa, and one glass of chocolate milk along with the five glasses of OJ. We all understood the milk was for Frankie, I just wondered who told Charles. Everyone in the room denied telling.
By 8:00, we left for the breakfast buffet. The place was considerably less crowded without all the crazy people who left early to see the sunrise on Haleakala. I stopped and refilled my coffee on the way past the coffee machine before finding our seats. I took a sip of the fresh coffee and my face grimaced at the rancid flavor. I set it down and we left our packs in our seats and went for the food. We tried to keep it simple, light even. I for one do not plan to gain ten pounds. As I carried my plate to the table, a server arrived simultaneously with two fresh cups of coffee. "I'm sorry about the coffee Mr. Jeffries; you didn't give me a chance to bring you a fresh cup." The coffee was back to its regular finer flavor.
At 9:00, we were walking down the gangway to a waiting van with a small trailer with six bikes. "This is Eolono Keoki, a good buddy of mine." Eolono introduced the driver; but his name didn't stick with me. We piled in the van for the nearly hour drive up Haleakala to a large gravel area. There wasn't much talking as he said everything would be explained on the way down.
Even at 10:00 in the morning, the air was crisp at 6,500 feet but as soon as we started riding, the temperature and we would warm up. Eolono adjusted everyone's bike to fit perfectly. He offered Brian a pillow, but he declined, saying he felt ok today. The only thing I took with us was my camera and film. Each bike was outfitted with a full water bottle.
Eolono explained all about the Haleakala Volcano and went on to explain that the entire chain of islands were a series of the tallest mountains on earth, if you measured from the base of the ocean. He explained the procedure for the trip down. He would be at the back, but there were several stops along the way. When whoever was leading heard his whistle, they were to pull off into the next wide spot in the road.
Off we went. Slowly at first, then as the road pitched down, our speed increased. Each time the whistle sounded, we pulled to the side of the road, and Eolono shared some tidbit of information about Hawaiian lore, an ancestral ghost story, agricultural facts, or historical reference. It was an amazing, entertaining, and educational ride. We made more stops than most riders do as they went as self-guided and didn't receive the experience of a local guide.
At 2½ hours into our decent, about 12:30 p.m., we stopped in the town of Makawao at a Mexican taco spot for lunch then to The Makawao Cookie Company for a cookie bigger than an adult's hand with chocolate drops as big as Hershey kisses, so much for not gaining ten pounds.
We rode on from there, but there weren't any interesting places to stop. 40 minutes later, we pulled into Eolono's driveway at his house in Paia.
As we helped him put the bikes in his garage he explained he didn't usually ride along and provide the commentary. Most cruise clients just wanted the ride, then move on to the next adventure.
Instead of returning us to the ship, he took us the opposite direction on to Hana Highway, better known for its scenic name, The Road the Hana. We didn't go too far maybe 25 minutes from his house and parked at Twin Falls. It was a short walk, not even a hike for us Boy Scout types and came upon a large pool with a tall pair of falls freefalling to the pool. Very few people were there even during the heavy tourist period. The boys wanted to do the rope swing, but didn't bring swimsuits.
Eolono convinced them they could go commando and the each dropped their clothes and swung out into the falls, dropping into the water below. I got great pictures of the naked boys swinging out, I hope! They swam back, and we met them at the shore with their clothes. They used their shirts to dry off, and got dressed. It didn't appear that anyone was offended. As we walked the trail back to the van I caught myself again holding Keona's hand. I brought his hand to my lips and kissed the back of his hand, we sauntered on through the rainforest.
Eolono then drove us back to the ship arriving about 4:00. I paid him well for his time, and knowledge. He too complained I gave him too much, that we were his friend by extension of Keona.
"Ah, you are back early, tonight," Charles exclaimed after knocking and me opening the door quickly. "And what a novel concept, you are all wearing clothes!"
"Well truth be told, we haven't spent much time aboard ship and thought we might see what kind of trouble we could get into. I was about to release the boys on an unsuspecting ship."
"Oh, they will be welcomed. The staff loves well-mannered children."
"Speaking of staff, today at breakfast, . . ."
"Say no more, she told me about the coffee. Just allow the staff to bring you additional coffee, no more self-service."
"But how?"
"Mr. Jeffries, you and your family are premier guests on this ship. All of the staff who you might have contact with, know who you and your family are on sight. Did you notice that no one else sitting around you was brought coffee? Did they not get their own from the disgusting machine that makes 200 cups at a time? That swill is cheap industrial coffee. What your party is served is only the best beans of Hawaii. Pure Kona coffee from the best grower in Kona, Kahaulelio Coffee Plantation."
"Mika'ele ma bruddah." Keona exclaimed, slipping into his native Pidgin English language.
"You are the Keona that grew up with Mika'ele Kahaulelio?" Charles questioned.
"That's me," Keona replied regaining his composure and reverting to regular English.
"Wait," I interjected, "so that ranch we were on yesterday is your brother's ranch?"
"Yeah, he's into a lot of things. But they lives in Kona on the Big Island."
Well Mr. Okalani, I'm very pleased to be able to put a face with a well-known name in Hawaiian coffee culture. The story of the roaster fire that killed your parents and you coming to live with the family is part of the coffee tour that every visitor to Kahaulelio Plantation hears.
"Mika'ele is the ship's supplier of our premium coffee." Charles continued. "He provides tours of his plantation for our guests on the Round-The-Island tour. He has simply the best Kona coffee in Hawaii. It's also available in our boutique shops on board."
"So I have one more question, you changed what you brought us for breakfast, how did you know Frankie preferred chocolate milk?"
"Well I did not realize it was Master Frankie, but when someone did not drink their hot coco the first morning, I had the staff at the buffet see what the boys drank at breakfast. When they all choose chocolate milk, the substitution was simple."
"Couldn't you have just asked?"
"Ah, but what fun would that be? So where is dinner tonight?"
"You said the Moroccan was a good dinner and show?"
"Yes, an excellent show, belly dancers, and other forms of Moroccan dancing, very entertaining."
"How does that sound guys?" There were shrugs of acceptance and a couple of `sure' were voiced.
"Sign us up."
"By the way, tomorrow night, we won't be returning to the ship, we'll rejoin you in Kona the next day. We're going to spend some time with my family and spend the night at the plantation," Keona informed Charles.
"I will inform the ship's shore director of your planned absence."
"Will dinner at 6:45 be acceptable for tonight? You'll need the extra time to make the stage show if you plan to attend, and tonight is the comedy show." I nodded my acceptance.
The ship departed the port of Kahului at 6:00 p.m. As usual, the daily special drinks were great, although it may have something to do with my drinking partner. The dinner was very good; the exotic flavors didn't faze the boys as long as they weren't too spicy. The dancing was entertaining, but I did notice that the boys seemed more interested in the male dancers than they were in the sexy women belly dancers with their seductive moves. Early signs were beginning to indicate the boys were definitely gay leaning.
The evening show was good too. I noticed tonight not only was I addressed by name as we were being seated, but Keona was addressed as Mr. Okalani with an additional degree of respect. I suspect that Charles had spread the word of his celebrity family relations among the coffee world.
After the show, we went for another drink on the promenade just to watch the people pass by. Our server was very attentive and noticed my camera. He offered to take a photo of us seated on the couch and chairs. Mark and I took the chair with him sitting on one leg, and Keona with Frankie and Brian on either side of him on the settee. It's one of my favorite pictures of the trip.
Returning to our cabin to retire, the first thing Brian noticed was the absence of his teddy bear from the bed that had been prepared. In a panic, he searched all around and under the bed. I called to him from the bedroom he stood and looked. There in the middle of the king bed, was Scout, proudly awaiting Brian's return. Charles had figured the rotation the boys were using to sleep with Keona and me.
I picked up Scout and handed him to Brian. The look of disappointment on his face was almost crushing till I said, "How about you give Keona and I some together time first, then you can come in." His face lit back up like a Christmas tree.
As Keona and I were getting ready, Mark joined us in the bathroom. "Brian's really scared," he told us. "He wants this really bad, but is afraid to ask. Dad, he wants you to be his first, at least his first voluntarily. He was raped when he was 11 by a foster brother. He said it really hurt. I been telling him it wouldn't be like that with you."
"Has he had the vibrator in his butt?"
"Yeah, he really likes it."
"Well if he can take that, he can take either of us."
"He wants you Dad. Sorry Keona, but he says Dad saved him."
"Hey, I'm not insulted. A boy's first time need to be really special and with someone who's really special. I can even come out and sleep with you guys tonight if he wants to be alone with Allen."
"No, I don't think he cares if you're there, he just wants Dad to be the one to take him."
"Don't use the words take him, use the words love him. Do me a favor then, while Keona and I are sharing some time together first, how about you, and he play with the vibrator. Get him lubed up and really hot to have sex, but don't let him cum."
"Don't worry Dad, Frankie and I'll have him ready."
I gave him a kiss on the lips and smack on his buns sending him on his way, I heard him slide the door closed.
Keona looked over at me, "I want you to fuck me senseless, hard and deep. Get all the lust out of your system, and then you make love to that little boy, soft and gentle. Make this a night he'll never forget. You'll hardly know I'm there, but I'll support him and you, whatever is needed."
"God I love you, you're an incredible man." We kissed long and deep, right there in the bathroom.
"I love you too Allen."
We kissed our way to the bed and fell into the middle of it. There was no pretense that this was about either of us, tonight it was about Brian.
Keona rolled to his back and lifted his knees up by putting his hands under them and pulling. His dark pink wrinkle of skin was right there waiting for me. I slapped some lube on my dick and stuck it in him. I held his thighs and slammed my crotch into his bottom. A fleeting thought was that I might bruise him like Brian was bruised. Keona picked up the lube, laid a strip across his fingers, gripped his dick, and stroked it while I assaulted his anus and rectal canal. We were men on a mission and we completed it, fast. Both of us cummed in record time, and I committed the sin of withdrawing from him too soon, and flopped over on my back to allow my dick to wither. The last thing I wanted was to be intimidating when Brian came in, not that my dick is anything near intimidating.
The boys had to know we were done, based on the sounds that escaped our lips the moment our mutual satisfaction arrived, unless we were going for round two. . . Like that would happen tonight. Keona grabbed our evening's cum towel and cleaned us off. More so him than me, he'd cum furiously on his chest. I got up and opened both sliding doors.
"Oh good, you're still awake, you gonna come sleep with us tonight Brian?"
As he climbed out from between his friends, I'm pretty sure Mark had to pull the vibrator out of his butt. He had an amazing little 2½" hard-on for a 12-year-old. His dick was throbbing as he carried Scout over and climbed up between Keona and me. We tried our best to make him comfortable. Then I tried to get him to ask for what he wanted.
`Is there something special you'd like to do tonight?' He nodded his head.
"Can you tell me what you want?" He shook his head.
"Is it something you want Keona to do?" He shook his head.
"Is it something you want to do?" He shook his head.
"Is it something you want me to do?" He nodded.
"What would you like me to do?" Silence.
"Would you like me to be sexy with you?" He nodded.
"Would you like me to play with your penis?" He shook his head.
"Well yes, but that's not all." He finally said.
"What is it then, it's ok for you to say it."
I looked down on his face, there were tears running down from the corners of both eyes. He looked at me and leapt up wrapping his arms around my neck. "LOVE ME!"
"Oh, baby, I already love you. Do you want me to make love to you?"
"Nobody's ever loved me. Put your penis in me and love me." There it was; he asked for what he wanted. He even pulled his legs up presenting his bruises that surrounded his perfect little rosebud that was only loosely closed having just had the vibrator removed. Keona pushed a pillow under him so he could relax some.
I dropped my face in between his little legs and lapped at his little hole, wiggling my tongue way inside him. No wonder the boys like this lube, it was strawberry flavored. I would rather have tasted Brian au natural, but the goal here was to get him as high up the arousal level and have him demand me again.
I had him moaning and writhing on the sheet. His head was arced back into the pillow. He was going to cum soon if I didn't do something. I decide he was past the point of asking and I got to my knees. Keona reached over and transferred the lube from his fingers to my ridiculously bulging dick. I put my glans against the wrinkled skin and it all but reached out and sucked me in him.
The vibrator had done its job and opened him well. I pushed in and went past the inner ring of muscles. His body was tense, but not the anus. It was incredibly smooth up inside his little rectum. I pressed forward sliding in the last few inches, my scrotum up against his bruised little behind.
I pulled the pillow away and allowed his hips to settle back on the mattress. I could feel him relaxing, his worst fear that it would hurt melting away. I leaned down and kissed his lips and he opened his eyes. "Is it all the way in?"
I smiled at him and nodded, "All the way, baby." I allowed him to continue to relax slipping away from the edge that would expel his young cum on his tummy.
"Are you going to make love to me?" he asked.
"We've been making love since you got on the bed." I told him.
"Are you going to . . . you know slide in and out?"
"Are you ready for that?" He nodded again, and I pulled out till I felt my corona contact the muscular ring. He inhaled at the feeling that produced.
I pushed forward, straight into to his prostate. An "Oh!" escaped his lips at my contact. It turned into an "Umm," as I slid on past and once again pushed as far as this position would allow. I drove on into him again forcing him up on his upper back and my penis going in deeper. I put his feet against my chest, now I was fully in him and could make love to him properly.
Using up my lust with Keona turned out to be the perfect thing as I was now slowly and lovingly long-stroke my dick out and back in his rectum. Each trip in either direction eliciting a moan or groan from his lips. For a while, he laid there just loving the feeling produced by our coupling, his lips turned up in a slight smile.
There was a groan next to me, Keona had cum again and flooded his stomach and chest.
Brian heard him too and looked in time to see a couple large globs of semen shoot up and arc over to land on his chest. He touched Keona's arm, and said, "Tomorrow."
I noticed an increase in Brian's breathing, now deeper, and faster, so I sped up too. It wouldn't be long now; Brian was rising back up to the crest of the mountain. I heard a buzz come from the living room bed, then a second one, which meant two little boys had their vibrators in their assholes. I sped up some more, but not to the point of losing control. I was still providing a smooth transition from out to in and out again; I wasn't going to pound into him if I could help it.
Brian was becoming more vocal, almost a constant state of moans and groans. If this were Frankie, he'd be cussing like a sailor about now. Then without warning, I suddenly stepped off the cliff, out into space and could do nothing about it. I gently shoved myself all the way in him and held it there. My sperm was already out of my balls and gathering forces with the other fluids and ejaculated themselves into Brian rectum.
"Oh, I feel you." He exclaimed as his hands clutched at the sheets as his orgasm slung him over the same cliff.
I heard more moans and curse words coming from the living room as the two out there joined us in a four-man/boy orgasm.
It got really quiet, just heavy breathing. Even the vibrators stopped buzzing. The heavy breathing slowed, and I let Brain down, but not ready to exit him yet. I rolled over and pulled him on top of me so his legs could straighten out. His breathing got soft and regular he had fallen asleep. I laid him between Keona and me and pulled my shrinking dick from him. I fell asleep too in a wonderful orgasmic stupor.
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I remember knocking Scout off the bed last night, but when I awoke, he sat there below Brian's feet keeping watch. I could smell coffee. Charles must have picked him up and placed him back on the bed this morning. Keona was spooned up against Brian's back, his hard dick between Brian's thighs up against his balls. They made a cute couple, Keona's darker skin contrasting with Brian's very white skin.
Today we would be meeting Keona's family his `adoptive' Mother, Father, and brother, none of whom he had seen since he went away to the mainland 16 years ago. Our late night drink last night was to discuss how nervous he was. He was truly worried about the reunion.
I watched as Brian woke up and started playing with Keona's hand draped over his ribcage. He brought it up to his mouth and sucked on one of his fingers. He left it in his mouth and dropped his hand to Keona's glans sticking out under his balls. He toyed with it, just running his fingers over and around it. When he tried to put a finger in his pee slit, Keona responded.
"Good morning Brain, having fun?"
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for you to put your dick in me this morning. The other guys said it was nice, I want to try it too."
"Where's the lube?" Keona asked and raised up looking around for it. "Why is Scout watching me?"
"He's protecting me. Try anything funny and he'll rip you apart."
I thought, `Wow, is this the same kid that got in bed with us last night?'
I found the lube and passed it to Keona. He extracted his dick from between Brian's legs and lightly covered it in the slick goo, picked Brian's leg back up, and slipped into his rectum.
"Oh yeah, that is nice." Both were still lying in the same places they woke up, but were now having sex. Brian looked at me while being fucked and mouthed `I love you' to me. He understood that what he was doing now had nothing to do with love, it was just sex and was ok with that.
"Are you having sex lying like that," Frankie asked, Mark and him now standing on Keona side of the bed.
"Yeah, it's called the spooning position." Keona informed them.
"Cool, we're gonna have to try that Mark."
My part in this morning's ritual was about to occur and Keona was stroking Brian with firm, strokes and as long as his little penis would allow. I went down on Brian's cock head and Keona jacked him to completion, I received his this sweet cum offering on my tongue. Brian's contractions caused Keona to shoot off up inside Brian's ass.
I heard Charles soft knock at the door. Seconds later it opened, Mr. Okalani, Mr. Mika'ele Kahaulelio to see you sir.
"Mika!" Keona yelled. He slowly pulled his penis from Brian's behind purposely avoiding the too-sudden exit. His was already half-soft and jumped up from the bed running to the living room. "Don't worry guys dis ma Bruddah."
"Sorry Mr. Okalani, he demanded to be let in. I warned him you might be indisposed."
"No problem Charles. Bruddah!" he yelled again as the two men embraced and shared a long kiss.
All of this conversation was taking place near the door, which we could not see from the bedroom.
"Charles, could you bring us enough breakfast for six. And plenty of coffee and chocolate milk." Keona asked
"So where's your friend?" Mika asked.
"In the bedroom, come meet him."
"Is he dressed like you?
"Of course Bra, whacha expect."
"Well, it wouldn't be very polite of me to go in fully dressed, now would it?"
I could hear the sounds of disrobing, shoes hitting the floor, a belt being unbuckled, and a zipper. Then Keona and Mika'ele strode into the room.
I got up to greet the long lost brother, standing in front of him to shake his hand. Keona had told me they were both gay from the time they were five. He gave me a hearty handshake then using my hand to pull me this way then that so he could get a good look at all sides of me. "He's nice man, you got a winner here. You should keep him."
Keona didn't respond except to introduce me as Allen, then introduced Mark as my son, Frankie as a friend's son, and Brian who was bouncing on the bed as my foster child.
"Catch me! Brian called just as he launched himself off the bed into the arms of a stranger he just met. Mika, wrapped an arm around his back and held him on his hip.
"This is the one with the bruises so careful with his behind," Keona warned. Mika held him up by his underarms and turned him around in the air so he could see his butt. "Holy shit, I hope someone shot the son-of-a-bitch that did that."
"It was my foster mom. She's got arrested." Brian told him.
Mika put him back on his hip and continued to hold him. Brian seemed to enjoy the attention.
Hey, Ke whattaya wanna do today.
"It's up to you man, show `em the island that the locals love."
"We gotta go to see Mom and Dad first, they'll kill me if I don't bring you home first thing."
"They really want to see me?"
Charles knocked and rolled a large cart into the room. He made the table round again and laid out plates, silverware, drinks, butter, syrup, ketchup, salsa, and hot sauce
On the bar, he unloaded platters of breakfast meats (bacon, breakfast sausage, Portuguese sausage, SPAM, Canadian bacon, ham) different potatoes (hash browns, country style, potato patties, sliced potatoes, tater tots, potatoes with sausage) pancakes, French toast, eggs benedict, scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and fruit.
"Sorry, this was all I could put together on such short notice." Charles lamented.
"No Charles, you did good, you're gonna eat with us too aren't ya?" Mika demanded.
Mika was a gregarious and outgoing character. Accustomed to getting what he wants, but is a fierce friend.
Charles did stay for breakfast and ate with us, but couldn't help himself and refilled coffee cups and juice glasses. He is going to get a great tip when all this is over.
Mika swore us all to secrecy under penalty of death (he was kidding, but not much) about where he took us over the two days as he showed us around The Island of Hawaii. Some of the places are obvious some not so obvious.
Mika asked what we wanted to see, and we mentioned that swimming with the dolphins was high on the boy's list and of course the volcanos. Otherwise, we would leave it up to him. He thought about it a moment.
"Momma's gonna kill me, but we'll knock off a couple things on this side of the island before going over to the Kona side."
We piled into his plantation van and headed south to the Kaimu black sand beach in Kalapana. It was just a tourist stop, because the pounding waves of the surf made it dangerous for swimmers, but to see a beach made entirely of black sand was different. From there we backtracked then headed west to visit Volcanoes National Park and spent an hour there. It was still almost 2 hours to the plantation and already was 11:00.
"She's gonna kill me," Mika kept saying. We stopped for takeout in Na'slehu and ate in the van as we drove. More than another hour would pass before we arrived at the plantation. As the van pulled up to the house, Keona's Mom and Dad came out to meet the van. His mom was very emotional and crying. Over the years, their views on gays had changed dramatically when they figured out their other son was gay too. They were now much more accepting of Keona lifestyle, they had to be, both of their sons were gay and made no apologies for it. I was introduced as Keo's close friend from Texas. They understood what `close' meant and I felt welcome in their home as Keona's gay friend. Nobody came right out and said I was gay, but the implication was there and I didn't deny it. As with most men's mothers, she was all over the three boys.
Mika had disappeared and showed up later with another boy. He introduced this boy as Keona. That name isn't all that common, and our Keona wasn't expecting another one in the same house.
Mika went on to explain that this was his son. A newborn had been abandoned on the plantation in an empty worker's cabin that the mother squatted in till the baby was born. They knew she was there and dropped off food for her every morning, then one morning after the baby was born, she disappeared, knowing the child would be found when the food was delivered. Mika took him in and named him after our Keona who was also taken in by this family.
The boy was 9 and as cute as can be.
"Mom," Mika said, "Sorry to do this to ya, but our guests are only here till 5:30 tomorrow when they gotta catch the ship. We're gonna take them to swim with the dolphins and we'll be back in time for dinner."
"You better be!" she admonished him, "We have guests coming. Be back as soon as you can." We all climbed back in the van including little Keona and took off.
Mika's friend was just up the road about 5 minutes on a small harbor. We changed into our swimsuits in his workshop, and he fitted everyone with a mask, snorkel, and fins. Little Keona stayed in his cargo shorts. The eight of us piled into the guy's boat.
As we motored north, he explained that as a local he could go where the commercial tourist boats weren't allowed. We were in a cove of sorts and told everyone to get in the water. It was then that little Keona took his clothes off and jumped in donning just the equipment in the water. The guy saw the boys disappointed looks and told then they didn't need to wear their suits either and the rest of our suits quickly came off and were thrown back into the boat.
We stayed in the water for two hours playing with the inquisitive dolphins. They would come right up to us and we could run out hands over their bodies. They would even let us catch a ride with them by holding their dorsal fin. It was really cool, I had as much fun as the boys. The cove we were in was also a perfect place for snorkeling, the water was only 5 – 8 feet deep, and there were hundreds of colorful fish. We had to get out, dinner with Mika and his parents was coming up soon, and we promised to be there. Mika borrowed the swimming equipment for later.
We got back to the plantation and there were cars all around the house. This wasn't dinner with his parents and a few friends; this was a full-on party. Keona knew most everyone as he had grown up with them. A few guests turned out to be about 40 of them including his friend's spouses and children. Keona told us this was a very typical Hawaiian family gathering.
There was a caterer doing the cooking and food preparation. They served every type of Hawaiian fish that had been caught this morning. The side dishes were plentiful and tasty, except that Taro stuff. This party must have cost them quite a bit. There was a live band, an open bar, games for the kids, and even our boys disappeared playing with their new friends. The party started winding down around 8:00.
At 9:00, only a few diehards were left and Mika rounded us up to go to Mauna Kea, a volcano summit that serves as the home of several telescopic observatories. It is open to the public, but not at night, and there's a six-mile hike ending at 11,135 feet altitude. Mika told me to be sure to bring my camera. There is only one road up to the observatories.
It took us over two hours to get there, the boys all napped and Keona and Mika continued to visit. I was happy to listen to the joy in Keona's voice to be reunited with his brother.
The volcano was completely void of artificial light we even had to drive without the car's lights, but we could still see. The moon wasn't out either, the light came from the stars.
We pulled into the observatory where one of Mika's many friends was the manager. Before going in, he pulled a few bags of coffee out for the staff who work at night up here. They were his friends too and happy to see him, and his coffee. They were pleased to meet us and gave us a tour where the tourists aren't allowed. He noticed my camera bag. "Do you have a wide angle lens for your camera?"
"No, the best I can do is 50 mm."
He dug in a drawer and held up one, "Cannon?"
"Yes AE-1"
"Here, you can use this one; and keep it when you're done, it may look new, but we've used it the maximum number of times we're allowed."
"Wow thanks." He dug around some more and came up with another lens.
"Can you use a 35 mm? It's maxed out too."
"Sure!" I accepted the lens and put it in the bag; I removed my 50 mm and installed the 14-24 mm wide angle.
The sky was incredible. The Milky Way was the clearest I've ever seen it and it actually filled the sky. That is why the observatory is here, incredibly clear nights, miles from any artificial light sources.
The astronomer helped me with my camera, setting it on the tripod for me and he suggested the exposure times and aperture setting. I took a series of pictures under the astronomer's guidance, exposures starting at 40 seconds, then 35, 30, finally 25. The pictures I took that night were images you only get once in a lifetime, unless you work here. We didn't stay very long. Back in the lobby saying good bye, Mark pointed to a poster and said he wanted a poster like that for his room. The astronomer pulled four out and gave one to each of the boys. He reminded Mika to keep it in first gear at least down to the parking lot so he didn't have to use the brakes. Even the red light of the brakes was too much light up here. By midnight, we were headed down, the kids quickly asleep in the back. I was in awe of what I had seen with mine own eyes. It's just not the same to see it in a photograph. I use the photograph I took to remind me of what I saw.
We got back to Keona's parents' house and he and I went up to what had been his bedroom. The boys went with little Keona to Mika's house behind the main house. We slept together in his old double bed. It was almost quaint. Kinda like two boys having a sleepover. I've never been happier in my life than I was that night holding Keona and sleeping with him. I was sure now, sure that I was in love.
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The Kahaulelio house comes awake early; it is a working farm and a tourist attraction, with tours and a gift shop. There is much to prepare as our ship has dropped anchor off the coast and the tourists will be arriving all day in small boats called tenders. Good thing we didn't mess around last night, we were up at 6:30.
The rest of the house was up at 5:00. Today's tours and gift shop purchases will double their income for the week. There was fresh coffee and two large plates of breakfast for us to microwave. Looks like party leftovers, but that was excellent food, and I didn't mind eating more of it.
We wandered outside, dressed of course, and found Mika and the four boys unloading cases of coffee into the back door of the gift shop, all of which would be sold today.
"Ke!" Mika shouted. "Come on over help the boys unload and we can get out of here. I got one more thing to do first. When I get back, we'll go and we won't be back before we have to drop you off for the boat."
I asked if we could take the coffee tour.
"Oh, yeah, sure take the first one and I'll meet you in the gift store. That'll give me a little more time."
He took off for a large building, "That's the replacement building for the one that burned down killing my real parents."
We helped the boys unload a lot of coffee. The employee inside the shop was thankful for the help, otherwise she would have had to unload and take it in herself. I asked, "You guys actually sell this much coffee to the tourists?"
"Oh yeah, every week like clockwork, and when they run out they call and want more. That's when we reel them in with a monthly subscription. We ship coffee all over the world."
We went to find Ke's parents, as he wanted to spend some more time with them. His dad was in the tour area preparing the roasters for their demonstrations today. We helped where we could then Keona gave his dad a big hug and said their goodbyes. Then he hugged me telling me to take care of his Keo, and then hugged each of the boys.
We found his mom inside the gift shop setting displays. I could see why there was such a flurry of activity; signs were all around the shop stating that all coffee sold was roasted yesterday. We helped her for a while till the first tour was about to begin. We joined the group. Word had reached the employees that Keona, the boy in the fire story was actually here today, though none knew his face.
At the beginning of the tour, the guide did this thing asking the tourists' name and where there were from. She went around the group and there were people from California, New York, China, Japan, Ecuador, and Korea. Then it was my turn, "Allen from Texas."
"And you sir?"
"Keona from Hawaii."
She stared in disbelief for a moment, "Is that you?" She and Keona and I knew what her question was asking.
Keona only nodded and said "Hi Maliahi."
I could tell she was holding back tears. "I'm so sorry, I apologize, let's get on with the tour." She transitioned back into her well-polished tour presentation till we reached the roasting building. Here she told the story of a little boy, who was now a man standing in front of her.
Maliahi told of a dedicated couple who were among the earliest employees of the plantation. "They toiled long hours helping establish the orchard you have just seen. Then one day, while roasting a batch of beans, a fire broke out, how? No one knows, it was never explained. The couple was killed in the fire that burned the original building to the ground.
"Work was started immediately to replace the building. Weeks later the workers putting up the building told of a small child who would come around every day, begging for food and they would share their sandwiches or rice with him. Eventually, he was taken to the owners. The child's name was discovered to be Keona and he said he couldn't find his parents; that they didn't come home from work." Maliahi was now staring at Keona as she relayed her memorized speech. "The owners questioned the boy further and determined that it was his parents that had been killed in the fire. They hadn't even known their employees had a child.
"Keona was brought into the family and was raised as their own child along with his brother Mika'ele Kahaulelio who now runs the Kahaulelio Plantation. When Keona was 17, he was sent to school in California over a disagreement, which proved to be a major mistake. Keona has never returned to the plantation.
"Several years ago, Kahaulelio developed its most premium coffee. It is only available from a few select trees, which are closely cared for by our dedicated horticulturists; the beans are roasted personally by Mika'ele. They are packaged under the name Keona Select 100% Pure Kona Coffee. There is so little of it produced, that we never sell any, and do not ever ship it off the island." The woman's eyes were still fixed on Keona's face and others in the group were turning to see at whom she was staring.
"So are you going to introduce us?" came a question from the middle of the group.
"That's Keona," she said and began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry." She turned and ran inside.
Keona's dad came out and took her place. "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen; the last couple days have been very emotional for us, having my son home for the first time in 16 years."
Keona walked up front and put his arm around his dad. "I don't think these fine people came to hear about me, they want to see how you make coffee."
"You're right son. Right this way folks," and he picked up the tour right were Maliahi left off. Keona stood aside and let the tour pass including our boys who were right up front.
I caught up to Keona and asked, "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Who is Maliahi?"
"She helped raise me, more than a baby sitter, not quite a nanny. Showed me around a vagina when I was 14. I was curious. I gotta stop and see her, why don't you go on with the tour. I'll catch up. I know all this stuff."
The tour progressed through the roasting and all the other steps before ending up in the gift shop and tasting room where now his mom, dad, and Mika were helping customers. Several asking if they could buy Keona Select Coffee.
Keona came back and said more goodbyes to mom and dad and we piled into the van once again. We really didn't have all that long before we would need to get back to be tendered back out to the ship. More than anything, I believe this was just for Mika and Keona to have some more time together. He took us up to the northern part of the island on the eastern side. Took some dirt roads, maybe some private roads, and ended up at another small-secluded cove. No pretense here all clothing was left in the van and only a basket of food and water, the towels we brought and masks and snorkels from yesterday went with us the last 50 yards. We spent a relaxing afternoon. The cove was shallower than yesterday's so no dolphins but the colorful fish were plentiful. I stayed with the four boys while Keona and Mika mostly talked off by themselves.
We returned to the ship in one of the last tenders to make the trip after a very emotional farewell between the brothers, there was even a good amount of hugging between the boys and little Keona. When Mika hugged me, all he said was, "Take care of my brother."
We were met at the door to the cabin by Charles. He regaled us with the activities of the evening. Tonight was formal night. There was a Champaign reception in the Atrium, the open area in front of the main dining room that traverses three decks. The reception starts one half hour before each dinner seating. There is a portrait studio set up there so you can have a group portrait in your formal attire. And of course, the bars in the area are open.
"Do people really go for this kind of thing?"
"Oh yes, for many passengers this is the vacation of a lifetime, tonight they get to dine with the ship's Captain and have their picture taken with him as he makes the rounds of all the tables. People rent tuxedos to bring on board just for this dinner. It's a big deal, for many. I realize you won't be eating in the main dining room, but the people watching is always enjoyable, and watching the captain trying to put on his `happy captain' face is amusing."
"He doesn't enjoy it?"
"Oh, no! He hates this night. He has to do the toast twice, one for each seating, then in the dining room, he has to nibble at two dinners. Then walk around to every table to have pictures taken. The lobster isn't even any good, it's crappy boiled Pacific lobster!"
"Well I guess we could go down, take a look around, have a drink and go to dinner somewhere. Where should we go tonight, Charles?"
"I would suggest the Brazilian Barbecue. They are known for their meats, but also has a salad bar. Don't overdo it with the salads keep room for the meat. Very good steak, some seafood, and others like veal, chicken, sausages, and the kabobs are a nice way to have a couple vegetable with your dinner."
"Ok, I'm sold, ok with the rest of you?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Do they have hot dogs?" Frankie asked, freezing the room in disbelief. "I'm kidding! Yeah, it sounds great."
Keona never offered an opinion when we did this; he just went along with the group decision.
"You won't need a reservation tonight, just show up very hungry."
When I went to pull our suits out of the closet, I found they had all been dry cleaned and freshly pressed. Charles takes care of everything.
It was fun walking around pretending to be sophisticated. Dressed as we were in regular suits we were definitely underdressed, tuxedos and long gowns were the dress code of the evening. We got our drink-of-the-day from the bar, and the boys got Martinelli's in Champaign flutes.
After the crowd was seated for dinner, we went for our portrait. We got our choice of backgrounds and chose one befitting being dressed up. They did have a nice beach scene that gave me an idea.
We found a table to watch the people assigned to the late dinner seating gather for their evening with the captain. Charles was right, what little we saw of the captain, we could see he wasn't enjoying himself. It was amusing.
With the toast over the Captain led the guests into their steak and boiled lobster dinner. We headed down to Fogo de Chão, the Brazilian Barbecue.
"Mr. Okalani, Mr. Jeffries" came our greeting as we entered the door. Your table is right over here. It pleased me that Keona was recognized first. The host seated us and started explaining the process, while speaking; the bartender brought us the national drink of Brazil the Caipirinha, two with alcohol and three alcohol-free for the boys. The host continued to explain the little half-red, half-green painted dowel about 4" long. Green up, brings on the meats. On its side, hold up for a while. Red up, we're done, time for dessert. He explained the drinks we had were made from only three ingredients, lime, sugar, and cachaça. He took drink orders from the boys, cokes of course, and directed us to help ourselves from the self service station.
The self-service area was like a standard buffet containing numerous salads, breads, hot and cold vegetables, and fruits. A vegetarian would have a great time in this area alone, but we were here for the meat and I reminded the boys not to take too much, especially the stomach-filling breads.
We sat down and I turned the dowel green up. The servers walking about the room with long skewers of meat fresh off the grill began stopping at our table. We passed on the beef liver, but all the others we at least tried. I could feel my arteries clogging as we ate.
They didn't carry the seafood around but offered it. I had him bring a small plate of barbecued salmon for us to try. I think the most unusual meat offered was turkey hearts. I love turkey hearts and had him leave me several, but my favorite was filet mignon medallions wrapped in bacon. Frankie's was the parmesan chicken drumettes. We also enjoyed the chicken wrapped in bacon, but then anything wrapped in bacon is, well its bacon! I even got to try quail, the taste is similar to chicken, and Frankie liked it.
Finally, we turned the red end up. The host who seated us came over, "Shall I bring coffee and the dessert trolley?" We sat there and looked at him like he was an alien. "No thank you, I believe we are all full."
"I am sorry you don't have room for dessert now, so I will have some of Brazil's favorite desserts sent up to your room. Charles will have them with coffee AND chocolate milk for your enjoyment later tonight."
"Humm, it seems everyone knows our preferences." I said to no one in particular.
"Yes sir, that is correct, Charles keeps everyone informed and forewarned."
We needed a walk, so we went to the upper deck where a lot of people exercise. It really helped settle the dinner and relieved the bloated feeling. I believe I am well on my way to those ten pounds.
It was after 8:00 already and no one wanted to go to a show, so after wandering aimlessly for a while we went back to our room. We hung our suits, and tossed our undergarments in the dirty clothes drawer. We opened the sliding doors to our balcony and allowed the evening air in the room.
Our room is on the aft of the ship and there is no line of sight into our balcony, so we pushed the wooden outdoor chaise lounge set together forming a doublewide lounge. Keona and I laid down first and Mark tried to lay in the small space between us, but ended up laying on top of both of us. Frankie laid outside of Keona, and Brian took my other side laying on his hip with an arm over my chest and a leg over mine.
I heard him knock, but chose to do nothing. The door opened and Charles rolled a cart into the room. He immediately saw us on the patio and announced himself. "Good evening gentlemen, how was your gluttonous feast?"
"Wonderful Charles, it still hurts." Keona told him.
"Charles?"
"Mr. Jeffries?"
"That breakfast you brought yesterday, could you do something like that tomorrow, maybe less extravagant?"
"Of course sir, any preferences?"
"French toast," Mark called out.
"Bacon." Brian said.
With no more suggestions, I added, "Maybe add some scrambled eggs and well call it breakfast."
"Consider it done gentlemen."
Charles moved the table over into the doorway and set out a platter of desserts from the Brazilian restaurant. Brigadeiros, Quindim, Bolo de Rolo, Cocada, Beijinho de Coco, and Queijadinha. Then he placed a card with a picture and the name of each dessert. As promised, there were glasses of chocolate milk and cups of fine Kona coffee. He went about his business of pulling out the bed and remaking it, placing Scout and Brownie on the pillows. He moved to the bedroom and turned down our bed as well, I can only surmise that Boo-Boo was given residence on the king bed.
"Hey Charles," Keona call out.
Charles came to the doorway, "Yes Mr. Okalani?"
"The bag on the bed is for you." Charles disappeared and returned holding a one-pound bag of Kahaulelio Plantation coffee beans.
"Mr. Okalani! Keona Select? For me? I always thought this coffee was a legend. I've never seen it before.
"Oh, it's real. It's kinda the house-blend. By that, I mean the Kahaulelio house at the plantation. I wouldn't suggest that you mention it to Mika either, that might eliminate any possibility of him ever giving you any."
"I don't know what to say?" What! Our Charles lost for words?
"Say you're welcome. This is me saying thank-you for taking such good care of us this week."
Charles regained his composure and let us know the dessert was ready, and suggested that young Master Frankie, since he was closest, could be the cabin boy to serve it when we were ready.
He left and we went back to what we were doing prior to his arrival. On my right, Brian was humping my hip and playing with my left nipple, occasionally sucking or licking my right nipple. I was next, but I could do nothing except lay there, my right arm under Brian's head, my left arm trapped under Mark, The best I could do was rub his butthole with my limited movement. Mark is laying in the middle on top of Keona and me his hands were both busy. Earlier before Charles came in, he'd just been softly fondling both of our dicks, but now he was full-on playing with them, one in each hand. He wasn't stroking us yet, but I knew that would happen soon.
In the other chair and trapped under Mark as well, lay Keona, his left arm holding on to Frankie, just as I was holding Brian. He and I had no choice in the matter and just had to take whatever Mark was giving us. Laying on Keona's left arm was Cabin Boy, Frankie; he too was playing with Keona's chest, as he later told me since I couldn't see through Mark. Frankie was also humping Keona's leg in a mirror image of Brian.
Keona and I hadn't cum since last night at our sleepover in his childhood bedroom. So what Mark was doing to us was bound to produce results soon. You could almost feel the heat level rising and the tension in the bodies in expectation.
"Oh fuck," Frankie shouted as he stopped humping Keona's leg and rolled away so his hand could do a proper job of masturbating himself. "I'm cumming, . . . shit, . . . oh god, . . . Aaaaahhhhhh." Being mostly on his side his production cleared his body on the way to splashdown on Keona's pelvis, stomach and Marks arm. Keona and I were making stereo moans for Mark, as his grip on us got much firmer and faster. Both Keona and I peaked the same time. I managed to get out "Cumming!" Keona only uttered "Now!" Mark's directional control needs improvement as our semen flew in many directions. On the right side, he hit Brian, me and himself, on the left side, only Frankie and Keona were landing zones. As Brian was getting rained on, his humping fulfilled his desired conclusion without the intervention of a hand and covered my right hip with his little boy offering.
That left only Mark who wasn't receiving any love on his dick, but no one could reach his.
A thought started me giggling.
"What? Come on, share with the rest of us." Keona demanded.
"Wouldn't this be a bad time for Charles to have forgotten something?" That gave everyone a little laugh.
"Hey, cabin boy," Keona said to Frankie, "How about you getting a couple wet washcloths?" He lowered his left arm that had been holding Frankie in place allowing him to get up. I could see a couple globs of semen running down his chest when he stood.
With Frankie gone Keona scooted left allowing Mark to drop down between us. With both of our arms that were under Mark now free we both reached for his neglected penis. He cupped his hands together and covered his dick blocking us from reaching him. "Oh no you don't. I'm saving that for later."
After cleaning himself first, Frankie returned with two warm washcloths. I cleaned Brian and myself while Keona cleaned himself and Mark. When he was working on Mark, Mark looked up at him, "Can I have sex with you tonight? I want to put my dick in your butt."
"Ooh, best offer I've had tonight, it would be my pleasure." Keona replied.
"Now that we're cleaned up, how about some dessert? Hey, Cabin Boy!" I yelled.
Frankie played along and helped me set out the desserts on individual plates and he poured the chocolate milk. No two plates had the same three desserts on them. Our Brazilian night was complete.
Boo-Boo was in fact sitting on the king bed waiting for Mark to join him. Mark climbed up on the bed waiting for us. When we entered the room, we could see Mark was already erect anticipating the action, Keona and I went to the restroom and closed the door.
"Are you ok with this? He's your son." He asked
I lied by omission about not having a momentary pang when Mark requested Keona instead of myself. "Absolutely, hey, he's 13 and trying things out. It isn't like he's not going to grow up and find himself a partner of his own one day." We embraced, kissed, and rubbed our cocks against each other's between our bodies. We broke apart and he spun me around. He slipped his dick between my thighs and just held himself there. He hand came around front and found my throbbing member. His hand felt good as he slid the outer skin of my penis up and down the shaft.
I melted into his grasp relaxing my body completely as he took me higher. We were both watching ourselves in the bathroom mirror. A very erotic image.
"Cumming," was all I said again and Keona dropped to the floor beside me and turned me towards him taking my dick in his mouth just before my first shot. "Oh baby." I said and I supported his head with my arms. He sucked till there was no more and released me before I became too sensitive. He held me as he stood and made his way back to my mouth where he shared my last shot still on his tongue.
Finally able to speak again, I joked with him, "So, saving yourself for later?" repeating what Mark had said about his erection.
"You bet, I think that a boy needs to see his lover cum while he's fucking him. I want Mark to experience that sense of accomplishment. Can't you just imagine him telling his friends down at the youth activities center, `Yeah, I fucked the cum out of my Dad's boyfriend last night.'"
We both giggled at the thought, but knew that Mark would never share like that with strangers. With Frankie and Brian? Yes, but not with regular friends, much less strangers.
"Here get me ready for him," Keona said handing me the lube. "Not too much, I want to be able to feel him." I put just the smallest amount on a finger and wiped it on his anus extending my finger inside him only to the first knuckle.
"There you go, you're ready. Just don't sit on anything, except maybe Mark."
"Nah, I want him to be in charge. I'm going straight to my back so I can watch those beautiful hazel eyes."
I grabbed his head with both hands and kissed his lips, then told him, "You are so thoughtful, my Love. I believe you love my boys almost as much as I."
I opened the bathroom door and went to the bed climbing in beside Mark. Mark sat on the bed and watched Keona walk around the bed and lay next to him on the other side. They didn't speak; Keona just assumed the position and raised his legs. Mark grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under him. Before he moved into position, he looked over at me and said, "Dad, you know this isn't the same as you and I?"
"I know baby, I know."
Mark didn't try any preliminaries and just got down to business like most 13-year-olds would. Keona was lovingly caressing and touching Mark as the little boy had something more than just sex with him, but not quite making love to him. Keona did know that it was something special for them both. I think it was Mark trying to show that he was accepting Keona as more than a friend. Maybe he was accepting him as my partner.
It wasn't long before Keona was painting his chest with volleys of cum, and shortly after that, Mark thundered his own vocal expression of sexual release for the entire suite to hear.
As Mark collapsed, he popped out and Keona caught him and laid him between us. By the time Keona wiped the cum from his chest, Mark had curled up and was asleep. Keona looked over at me catching me with a big smile on my face. "I don't think he needs to tell anyone, I think they know," I told him. I switched off the light bringing darkness to the room.
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We woke up a little early this morning actually having gotten to sleep earlier than usual after skipping the entertainment. But not surprisingly, Charles had already been here. Last night's dessert relics were gone. The table was expanded to its round configuration and five places were set. Coffee, chocolate milk, OJ, fruit, and all the breakfast condiments you could think of were on the table. The bar was set with warming trays for the hot foods we'd requested. All we had to do was serve ourselves.
There was a note on the table for Keona, all it said was: Today! Kam.
"What's with the note?"
"Oh, that's from my buddy Kam, he's going to show us around the island. When I talked to him, he wasn't sure which day would have better weather. He says today, so we gotta be outside at 8:30."
Kam met us on the dock and walked us towards the parking lot, then through it, and across the street to a hotel's private helipad, where HIS helicopter was parked! He gave us all a black t-shirt to wear over whatever we were already wearing. He said the light colors reflect too much in the windows. He put Mark in the front seat, Keona and I in the middle in the back seat and another boy at each rear window. Then he had us put on headsets. He took off to show us the island. We flew up the east side of the island and followed the coast for a while. He set down in a field after 30 minutes and had Mark and Frankie switch seats. He lifted off again and went inland over gorgeous scenery and rugged mountain peaks all covered in heavy growth. The whole time he kept up a commentary of what we were seeing. He took us over or right up next to several waterfalls. We flew around the south side Kawaikini Peak and went southwest to the town of Waimea where he set down again and had Frankie and Brian switch seats. Took off again and following the Waimea River we flew into Waimea Canyon.
We flew beneath the canyon rim following the river. The views were simply spectacular. Near the north end of the canyon he turned on Koke'e Stream and hovered in front of Waipo'o Falls. Water, cascading from above, falls a total of 800 feet. He turned the chopper from side to side so everyone would get a view and I could take pictures. From there we lifted up out of the canyon and back over the center the island, this time passing north of Kawaikini Peak. We landed in another open area next to the Wailua River about a quarter mile inland from the ocean near the town of Wailua.
After we landed I asked Keona how much I should give the pilot, he said to ask Kam, he probably only needed enough to cover the fuel.
Kam was collecting his black t-shirt when I asked, "Kam, I have no idea, how much do I owe you?"
"Awe, just enough to cover fuel. This is the company's chopper and they let me fly it."
"Is that the company?" pointing to the name Sandia on the side.
"Yeah, the full name is Sandia National Laboratory. We have a rocket test facility on the other side of the island. $100 will cover the fuel.
"Do you accept tips?" I asked.
"I can do that if it'll make you feel better, I do have to keep my boss happy by taking him to lunch sometimes."
I pulled out the $100 for the fuel, and then gave him another $200. "Take him out for a really nice lunch and the mechanic too! Thank you!"
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Nearby, parked off the side of the road, was a rather beat up 20-year-old Carmen Ghia with three kayaks strapped on top. It was another one of Keona's friends. This one went by the name Hali.
He greeted us like old friends as well, and we were soon helping remove the kayaks and walking them to the river. He gave us all life jackets and made us wear them. Hali paired up with Frankie, I took Mark, and Keona took Brian. We took our time as we splashed and played around as we paddled inland. From where we launched our first destination, the Fern Grotto, was just about 1½ miles.
We got out there and took a short walk up to the grotto and back. Back in the kayaks, we backtrack some then turn into the north fork of the river. We couldn't go very far up stream, before we had to park our kayaks. We'd paddled less than a half mile from the grotto.
Hali, had brought us lunch and suggested eating by the kayaks before going further. For food out of a backpack, it was a good lunch everything was fresh, very Hawaiian. He made absolutely certain that all our trash got picked up. He explained this river is considered sacred. We walked about three miles on a trail that at times was slippery because of all the rain they get. We broke out into a clearing at the base of 200 foot high Uluwehi Falls aka Secret Falls.
We got to play in the water at the base of the falls. The boys especially enjoyed getting directly in the falls, letting the water pelt them. When Hali told us we were hiking to Secret Falls, the boys envisioned being able to ditch their swimsuits. We had to keep our suits on, because even though this is called Secret Falls, it's no secret. There were lots of people.
The hiking trail is mostly one-way traffic so you aren't constantly running into people hiking the opposite direction. The hike back to the kayaks is the second half of the loop. While what you see if different, it's still rainforest, and the different scenery still looks the same. You do get to cross a stream at the same place you came in. Depending on the weather, it can run pretty deep, but they provide a safety rope across the stream.
Paddling back was almost as easy as it was coming in, and a mile and a half later, we were back where we started. We helped get the Kayaks back to Hali's car and tied them on top. I gave Hali, $200, because he obviously needed it. He offered to squeeze us in his Ghia for a ride to the ship, but instead we called a cab.
All totaled, we paddled about 3½ miles, and hiked about 7 miles. It was a good day, and we could all feel the tiredness in our arms and legs.
Charles came to our suite a soon as we arrived; I swear there is a sensor that alerts him we've returned. Our big decision tonight was where to go to dinner. Having had a light lunch everyone was sufficiently hungry and voted on where to go. Italian was the winner after all three boys voted for it. Keona and I added our votes to make it unanimous. Charles offered to make our reservation. As he left, I followed him into the hallway.
"Charles, you know the portrait studio they used last night. Is it still up?"
"Oh, yes sir they don't take it down, even as ugly as it is, it's become a permanent fixture."
"I had an idea last night when he showed us the backgrounds. There was one that was a beach with palm trees. . ."
"Yes, I know the one."
"I was wondering if it would be possible to have a group photo taken in front on that scene."
"Oh I'm sure..."
"Naked."
"Oh, I see. I'm sure I could convince the photographer to do a private seating. It is fully enclosed except for the formal portrait night. I suppose it could be left closed with your family inside. I shall check and get back to you."
"Thank you Charles, you're the best."
I went back inside to find four naked bodies.
"What was that all about?" Keona asked.
"I can't say, it's a secret."
Charles came back about 6:00 and confirmed out 6:30 reservation then said. "He will meet you at 7:45, but you must bring your camera."
"Wonderful! I can do that. Thank you, Charles."
I turned to the group, who were looking at me funny. "I still can't say, it's a secret."
It came time to go and we dressed in our Hawaiian shirts, semi-formal Hawaiian style as we always did for dinner. Dinner was fantastic. We started with small salads, then Lasagna that would make Snoopy happy for Mark, Chicken Parmigiana for Frankie, Fettuccine alla Davinci for Brian, Cannelloni for me, Sausage and Peppers for Keona, and a side order of Italian sausage. We had a couple nice glasses of Chianti for Keona and me. The boys actually had white milk instead of chocolate. We were full and no way could we eat dessert now, so I asked that they send three each Cannoli, Tiramisu, and Crème Brûlée and some Chocolate Gelato up for Charles to deliver around 9:00 p.m. They were only too happy to comply.
We left the restaurant. "It's only 7:15, what do we do till you meet whoever at 7:45," Keona asked, hoping for information.
"Humm, I know let's go to that bar we were at last night and have our drink of the day we didn't get earlier before dinner."
There weren't many people in the atrium, the second seating was in eating dinner. "Mr. Jeffries, Mr. Okalani, what would you care for tonight?"
"We like two of your drink of the day, and three non-alcoholic versions."
"Very good sir, be right with you."
A man arrived at the photo booth and slipped inside. We were close enough, to hear noises as he did some work.
Our drinks arrived they were nice looking drinks basically a yellow drink with a streak of something red that started at the bottom and swirled around the side to the top. Light's came on inside the photo booth, and a head stuck out. "Mr. Jeffries, I'm ready for you."
"Come gentlemen, don't stir your drinks, they'll look good in the photo." We approached the booth and he held the heavy curtain aside for us to enter. I whispered, "Clothed first, then tell us to drop our clothes, take pictures while we do, and then the nude ones. I don't want anyone's hidden, if you get my drift." He nodded in reply. I handed him my camera.
The beach scene was now behind us. He placed Keona and me in the rear. He positioned the boys in front. He put Mark, who was tallest boy in the middle first, then had Keona and I move farther apart so Mark didn't hide anything. He then placed Brian and Frankie out a ways again so nothing would be hidden. He showed us where to hold our drinks so the photo would be balanced.
"Ok, let's take a couple shots like that." He raised my camera and counted just like last night. "1, 2," and snapped the shutter on 3. "Again, 1, 2, and 3. One more, 1, 2, and 3. Ok, now with your shirts off please! I'll hold your drinks for you." Each boy obediently handed his drink over and pulled his shirt over his head, I handed mine to Keona and took my shirt off then held our drinks while Keona took off his, while the other two boys did theirs as well. "Ok, hold those drink up. Ok, 1, 2, and 3. Again, 1, 2, and 3. One more, 1, 2, and 3."
"Ok, now just drop the pants, no need to step out of them, your feet won't be in the photo." There was a moment where everyone froze and he snapped a picture. "Come on now, this is what Allen asked for, just push `em down to the floor, underpants too." Every few seconds he was taking another picture. "Hold those drinks back up. Ok, 1, 2, and 3. Again, 1, 2, and 3. One more time, 1, 2, and 3. Stay right there. He slowly made some adjustments to the camera. One last time, 1, 2, and 3. Good, that's got it. It's a wrap. You can get dressed." Keona was totally loving what I had done, the boys were still in kinda a shock, but were ok with it too.
"Just to let you know, you aren't the first family or couple or group to request a nude photo, happens almost every week. Sorry I had to have you bring your own camera, but ship policy doesn't allow me to have those kinds of negatives in out files. Too big of a risk that one might accidently get printed. Wouldn't want one of those posted outside the photo studio.
"Have you seen your pictures from last night, you guys looked pretty good. You should come by. You get one in you check-out package, but if you want more, you can order them at the counter." He held the flap open for us to slip out.
I put a $100 bill in his palm. "Thank you for being so understanding."
When he handed me my camera, he whispered to me, "The reason I took that last photo, was all three boys were getting erections, I had to wait for them to pop up. I hope it turns out. It was really cute. Be careful where you get those developed."
Outside the booth, Keona declared, "Well, that was certainly interesting, never done that before. I thought something was suspicious when he placed us so far apart, usually they want you closer together. You need to send me copies of those when you get them."
We sat back down at the bar and finished out drinks before heading back to the room. Entering, we took our clothes off for the last time tonight. Charles had made up the beds while we were at dinner. Brownie was on the King bed for tonight.
Charles was in shortly with our desserts, coffee, and chocolate milk. He also brought the plates and forks but added small bowls and spoons for the gelato. "I'll make you a deal, if I can have a whole Crème Brûlée and a little Chocolate Gelato, you guys can have all the rest. After all Crème Brûlée is really a French dessert, not Italian." They agreed to my plan.
"What are your plans for breakfast gentlemen," Charles asked.
Oh, Charles, that was just perfect this morning," Keona replied. "Could you do that again tomorrow?"
"Certainly. Preferences?"
"You choose Charles, light on the carbohydrates, please." Keona suggested.
"As you wish," and with a slight bow, Charles exited the room.
The view out our balcony tonight wasn't as interesting being parked in port.
With dessert over, we decided to help Charles a bit for tomorrow morning. We pulled the table out and unfolded the wings, making it round again and placed the chairs around it.
One less thing for him to do while setting up right next to where the boys were sleeping. Keona and I excused ourselves to our bedroom and closed the doors. I heard one of the boys say, "Oh, I bet I know what they're gonna do."
"Yeah, the same as us!" came a reply.
Keona and I communicated our mutual admiration for each other although as far as I was concerned it was 100% pure love.
After an hour of sharing our feeling through the exchange of various bodily fluids, I called out for Frankie. The door slowly slid open and he crawled up on the bed, nestled in, announced he was sleepy, and dropped off into a sound sleep. We both kissed the boy good night on his forehead before joining him.
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Having gone to bed tired, I had a deep, restful sleep. Having gone to bed early and sleeping so well, I woke even earlier than normal, for a change, even before Charles arrived. It was before 6:00 and I needed to pee, so I eased out of bed and closed the bathroom door so my noises would not wake anyone else. Since there was no reason to stay up I got back on the bed.
Frankie was awake now too, and as our morning tradition dictates, its boys' choice. He asked me to do the prostate thing. I had lube on my nightstand and lubed my middle finger. Frankie lifted his top leg so I could reach between his legs to reach his anus. The slickened digit slipped easily up in him and found his rectal entertainment center. His leg dropped down trapping my arm for the immediate future. He started air humping and I grabbed a towel. His hard little dick wiggled about with delight while the feelings built up and the fluids gathered. I spread the towel to cover his landing zone between us.
"Oh shhhiiiiitttt. I'm gonna..." was all he got out before I quieted him with my other hand over his mouth. The rest was muffled curse words, and was, thankfully somewhat quieter. His inevitable emission of semen found my tongue, as I was just able to cover his penis with my mouth moments after covering his mouth with my hand.
His first outburst before my hand covered his mouth was loud enough to wake at least Keona and he stretched and mumbled, "Good morning. Is that a new form of Yoga you're practicing?" Just now he was seeing how I was stretched out over and under Frankie I had three points of contact on him.
"No, I was trying to be a nice uncle and give him an internal massage, I momentarily forgot how vocal he can be and tried to stifle the noise. Then he started ejaculating, and I couldn't let that go to waste."
"Not all that successfully I might add, about the noise I mean."
Frankie tried to roll over to Keona nearly breaking my arm that was still firmly trapped between his legs. He rolled back and raised his leg releasing me, and I extracted my finger from his butt, allowing him to roll over to Keona. "Can I put my penis in your butt this time?"
Having nothing to do with love, even though Frankie truly likes Keona, he went for the traditional rear entry. It helped that Keona didn't have an ounce of fat in his bums. Keona figured he needed a little help and stuffed a couple pillows under his crotch raising his hole a little.
Frankie got behind Keona between his legs. He squeezed just a little lube on a finger and painted Keona's anus. Holding his penis now, Frankie scooted up till he was touching Keona. He rubbed his dick up and down through Keona's crack, stopping at the center he leaned forward and slowly pressed his penis through Keona's anus as far as he could go. He kneeled there a moment, reveling in all the feelings coursing through him. He leaned over Keona's back and laid on him. Using only hip action, he began thrusting. I sat there in awe at the sight before me, Frankie fully laid out on his stomach on Keon's back and his tight buns pumping up and down. Even my dick got hard at the sight.
"I see you two trying to watch from the living room, come on, get in here." Mark and Brian came running diving onto the bed. "Brian lay over my lap a minute I want to check your backside." He flopped around on the bed till his body was lying across mine, just below my throbbing dick. While I checked him over, he watched the action intently.
I ran my hand all over where the skin had been torn by the strap infused with staples. I could find no sign of any open spots or even any scaring as I had feared there would be, he looked completely healed on the surface, smooth as can be.
"Any pain?" No answer. I knocked on his head with my knuckles, "Hello, Allen to Brian, come in please."
"Huh? Sorry I was watching Frankie"
"Any pain?" I asked again.
"No not really, just a little sometime, only if I sit too long on a hard surface. How's it looking back there?"
"The cuts and scratches are nicely healed, but the bruising is still ugly," I told him
"I wish I could see it."
"I can show it to you in a couple weeks. Mark, go get my camera please."
Keona's hand snaked out, grabbed the cum towel and stuck it under his stomach. Mark arrived with my camera but it still had the telephoto lens. "Remember how I showed you to use that lens?" Mark nodded. "Set it to 70 mm and take a picture of Brian's bruises." He stepped back a little and took the photo.
"So how am I doing?" Brian asked.
"The bruise will take a long time to disappear; your body has to reabsorb the blood released when the capillaries were broken. The bruise is now actually bigger than it was in the beginning, but that's normal and the color is changing around the edges. So you appear to be doing ok, especially since there's so little pain."
This whole time Frankie had been pumping away at Keona's ass. Having that first orgasm, was making the second time last much longer, but 13-year-olds can't hold out forever, "Here I cum, oh damn, fuck, ugh, oh shhhiiiiitttt." He stopped pumping and it appeared his bottom was trying to follow his penis up Keona's rectum.
Then, there was the soft knock on the door, it was 6:45 and Charles was here. Frankie was still breathing hard trying to recover. Keona grabbed him and took off for the bathroom. Charles was in the living room.
Knowing there was nothing incriminating, I called out a cherry "Good Morning Charles!"
"Ah, good morning is it ok if I come in or should I return in a few minutes?
"No, no, come on in."
"Oh, thank you for arranging the table for me," he said.
He saw that we were all on the bed except for Keona and Frankie. He also noticed Brian splayed across my lap. "And how is Master Brian's injury?"
"Looking good, come see for yourself." He came over and peered through his bifocals surveying the flesh of Brian's behind.
"Yes he's looking good, no permanent damage, just going to be a while for those bruises to fade completely. Looks like you're going to be right as rain Brian."
Charles went back to laying out our breakfast. The water in the shower came on.
As Charles went about his business, the rest of us got up, flaccid, now that the action was over. I went to the living room to watch him work. "May I ask you something very personal Charles?"
"You may, but I reserve the right to not answer it."
"Is it a good living, working on a cruise ship? For you I mean, not the basic staff, obviously you're much higher position, more like management."
"Well, yes it is, if you can stand the style of life, living on a ship, and working 6½ to 7 days a week. And if you're wondering about the pay, I receive a base salary of $21,500 a year plus cash tips, plus room and board. So yes, it's a fair wage."
"I'm sorry for being nosy, I'm a business owner with 56 employees, and things like this interest me."
"Not at all Mr. Jeffries. What are the plans for your last day?"
"Not much. Keona has a friend taking us in a van to drive the rim of Waimea Canyon."
"Yes that is a nice drive, many fine views. Good thing you're not taking the bus, it can't get into most of the overlooks.
"Well your breakfast is ready. Enjoy your meal and enjoy the day, I'm guessing I'll see you back here by 12:00 or 12:30, if you leave by 9:00. The lunch buffet will be open till 2:00 today"
"Hello Charles, thought I heard you out here." Keona and Frankie had just come from the shower and were still drying their hair.
"Good morning Mr. Okalani, and you too Master Frankie. Your breakfast is ready, and I really must go."
"Thanks Charles!"
The door closed behind him.
"I wasn't sure I needed to do that, but better safe than sorry."
"Better safe than sorry about what?" Frankie asked. All three boys were now interested.
"You know how what we do among our family members stays within the family and we don't repeat things to strangers or even our friends?"
Three heads nodded in unison and said, "Yeah."
"Well we trust Charles about our nudity, but for him to witness either of us having sex with any of you boys, well that may be a little too much to trust him, so that's why Keona took Frankie in the bathroom. So he wouldn't see a situation that may have made him uncomfortable."
"So all families aren't like us?"
"No, far from it. All of us are gay or doing gay experimentation or are gay tolerant. That's why you were put with us Brian, because of your nudity and gay tendencies, but our family doesn't care about them like other families you've been with."
"Yeah, I hope I never have to go back to them ever again."
"You won't if I have anything to say about it."
"Anybody ready for breakfast?"
Charles had brought us five 3-egg omelets, all different and sliced in fifths, so we could try a piece of each; warm cinnamon rolls, the kind that are smothered in gooey icing; another plate of breakfast meats; and all the normal drinks.
We met Keona's friend Wayne outside the terminal at 8:30. He was a mainlander, but still a nice guy according to Keona. He had a 9-passenger van and mostly worked with the hotels shuttling guests around, but had cleared his schedule for us today. We piled in his van and we took off for the rim of Waimea Canyon.
It took us less than an hour to get to the first overlook and two hours to stop at all eight overlooks, some of which required some scrambling to get to, but then those were the least visited. We had a great time and Wayne was cool, knew all the stuff like a tour guide. He had us back to the ship in time for lunch.
To pay him, I asked how much work he lost out on today taking us around, he claimed about $100 including tips, I gave him the $100 he lost and $100 for taking us.
We went to the Burgers and Shakes specialty restaurant for lunch. The burgers were good, but nothing too special; fries and onion rings, were nice and crispy; but the shakes and malts were fantastic.
Charles warned us that for the first time, having a rear-facing cabin was a disadvantage. He suggested a particular bar on the port side going up and a different bar on the starboard side for the trip back, he offered to get us reservations which would assure us window seating. He also suggested visiting the top deck to get the best views and best pictures of the Nā Pali Coast.
Having the best seat at the bar didn't really help, a storm moved in on Maui from the north bringing the first rain to our cruise. The clouds made for some interesting views as the steep mountains played hide-and-seek among the clouds, but quickly those disappeared as well as the storm completely engulfed the island, then the ship.
The ship continued up over the north end of the island, then made a large U-turn, and came back. By that time, we had retired to our oasis, stripped off our clothes, and were watching the rain pummel the balcony. The rain was warn, and the boys were having fun going out on the balcony allowing their naked bodies to be drenched in the driving rain, coming in to dry off only to go back out again.
As is common, the storm passed quickly and the sun broke through the clouds, again creating the opportunity for some interesting photography. Mark ended up taking my camera and using up a roll of film on the clearing storm, he took several with us posing on the balcony with the clearing storm and the island in the background. After Keona and I posed, we looked to each other and in the moment, we kissed. We turned to look back at the island, the streams of sun breaking through the clouds highlighting the random peaks of the Nā Pali Coast while others remain in the shadows of clouds. I got the camera back from Mark and had the three boys pose together for a similar shot.
With the rain over, the boys dressed in their swim attire and took off for the outdoor pool.
Charles stopped in to inquire about dinner, but finding the boys missing did not pursue the issue. He knew full well that it was their votes that selected the restaurant, telling us he would find them and ask about dinner. He did let us make the decision about breakfast, which was to go with a steak and eggs kind of breakfast.
"Oh, very good, this should be fun. How would you like your steak cooked?"
"That's a good question, I like medium rare, and Mark likes his medium, I don't know about Frankie or Brian."
"I'll inquire when I ask about dinner, and for you Mr. Okalani?"
"Medium rare, please."
"You will need to be ready to sit down to breakfast when I bring it or the eggs will get cold. Shall we aim for 7:00 a.m.?" We nodded acceptance. "And I shall set the table tonight when I do the turndown service to save time in the morning. I'll let you know what the boys decide about dinner."
Keona and I had a wonderful few hours, a little snuggling and just time together without the boys around. Charles did stop by to inform us the dinner choice was the American Restaurant for dinner at 7:00 and the boys would be back by 6:45 to get ready.
It was fun watching the boys return to the room that evening. One step inside the door and they were already pushing their board shorts trunks down over their hips and hopping on one foot taking them off, and all this even before the door was closed. The three ran through the shower and we all dressed Hawaiian casual for dinner.
The American restaurant had everything you'd expect of a restaurant so advertised. Fried chicken, Roast Chicken, Grilled Chicken, Liver & Onions, Meatloaf, Gourmet Hot Dogs, Barbecue Ribs, Hamburgers (12), Chicken burgers(3), Rubens and Pastrami sandwiches served hot, Fish & Chips, Seafood Combo, Turkey & Dressing, Country Fried Pork Chops, Spaghetti & Meatballs, Beef Stew, Dinner Salads, Side Salads, and more.
We ordered Chicken Wings and Potato Skins for an appetizer, and a round of Milk Shakes. For dinner, we ordered one Fried chicken dinner, one Barbecue Ribs, one Fish & Chips, one Seafood Combo, one Country Fried Pork Chops, and one Gourmet Chicago Hot Dog, just so we could try one. Yes, that's six dinners for the five of us.
The milk shakes were the same as last night and we each had two. The meals were all really good. We ate like pigs, and walked outta there feeling like a stuffed pig too.
We didn't forget dessert and had apple pie alamode for dessert sent via Charles for 9:00 delivery.
On the way back to the room, we diverted to the main desk to pick up some more gratuity envelopes.
Charles arrived with six Apple Pie à la modes; coffee and chocolate milk, and joined us for dessert. He has not only served us well, he had become our friend and trusted attendant. We were pleased that he felt comfortable enough to want to have dessert with us on this last night. We used the coffee table for dessert as the dining table was laden with breakfast dishes he brought for tomorrow morning.
I used this opportunity to ask, "You are the ship's face to us, but how many people in the background help you pull off what you've done for us?"
"Oh there are three hundred crew members that all help put this together for us."
"Yes, yes, I understand that, but how many do you personally rely on to help you, like the person you go to, for help arranging our breakfasts, reservations for meals, that kind of services."
"You are asking this for the purpose of tipping? Yes?"
"Yes, and I understand that a percentage is added to my bill for tips that are distributed to the crew as part of their salary."
"So you are talking cash tips, the kind that do not get reported."
"Yes, like the photographer the other night, but don't count him, I already tipped him."
"Yes, and you were very generous." He sat there thinking deeply for a few moments while we all picked at our apple pie. "There are 5 management level people that facilitate my activities, or should I say, pull the strings, and seven others that execute, like the cooks who prepare the food I bring up."
So if I were to give you twelve envelopes tomorrow, could you make sure the proper people receive them?
"Oh yes sir, and they will appreciate it very much, it is very rare that they receive cash tips. I wish I could take you to them myself so you could see the surprise on their faces."
"Could you? Could you take me into the kitchens and places these twelve people work?"
"Well I could, it would have to be early, like 7:30, some of them get a few hours off while the ship changes over between cruises." He said cautiously. "Yes. If you are ready at 7:30, I will take you. If they yell at me I will threaten to quit."
"Do you have any more envelops? I only have nine." Actually, I had ten one was for Charles. He gave me three more from an internal pocket in his jacket.
We were finished with dessert and Charles went about pulling out the bed and adding sheets and pillows. He turned down the king bed and when Brian handed him Scout, he place Scout proudly in the middle of the king. Brownie and Boo-Boo were put on the queen. He finished setting the table for breakfast and cleared away the dessert dishes. "Before I leave, one last question, what time is your transportation in the morning?"
Keona answered, "Our limo will be here at 10:00."
"Very good, then we should plan on leaving the room at 9:30. See you in the morning gentlemen."
"It's 9:30, and we have and early morning tomorrow, I suggest you take care of bathroom duties and get to bed." The boys had showered before dinner so didn't need another now. They went to the sink while Keona and I went in the shower. We could see them watching us in the mirror as they brushed their teeth for at least five minutes, hoping something would happen.
As something did start to happen, I called out to them, "Your teeth are cleaner than they've been all week. Bed! Now!" They slowly spit and washed out their mouths, as they were now aware our two penises were in fact beginning to enlarge. Mine somewhat faster than Keona's considering his finger was in my rectum massaging my prostate. The cruise line did provide a nice hair conditioner.
The bathroom door remained open and Brian, on the king bed had a front row seat. I could hear him talking to the other boys but I couldn't understand him; I think he was giving them the play-by-play. Keona pumped more conditioner from the wall-mounted dispenser, and with a squishy sound jacked his dick fully erect while coating it with conditioner.
He pulled his finger moments before I would have erupted from the massage. I leaned over putting my hands on the built-in seat, not really because I needed to, but it provided a better show for Brian who was now stroking his own dry dick. I bent my knees slightly to lower myself for the slightly shorter Keona and felt his dick slide into me. Oh, what a heavenly feeling!
His hands, those wonderful hands, grasped my hips and pulled us together, then held me still and he pulled away with the longest stroke possible. I told him we had an audience and he turned us so that I wasn't hidden behind him and allowed Brian to see how we were connected. He slowly stroked his dick with my anus. When I was fully stretched he warned me he was going to pull out all the way, then push back in. All I could do was nod.
I can only imagine what Brian was seeing, his dick exiting my hole and pulling away some distance then reversing course and plunging back to full depth. Keona had moved the hand that Brian couldn't see to control the elevation of his penis as it came free, he didn't want to miss the reentry.
For me this sensation was amazing; the momentary loss and my anus starting to close only to be forced open again and to be full again. "Oh god Keona, keep doing that!" On the next reentry, my semen fired off landing on the bench between my hands. He was fucking the cum out of me, a no-touch ejaculation. "Again, harder!" I didn't want him to stop. But after just a couple more times, his reentry went deeper and his arms wrapped around my waist hugging him to me. His balls fired repeatedly and I could feel him and his semen deep inside me. His knees gave out and his weight hung on me through his arms.
I glanced over at Brian, there were three boys now and I mumbled, "Our audience has grown." But they weren't watching anymore. All three had someone else's penis in their mouth in a circle suck.
I eased Keona around to where he could sit down on the bench without falling down, and I sat beside him. We breathed. I recovered first and stood up, I directed the showerhead at Keona's face for a moment, and then back on myself. I got some soap from the dispenser and cleaned Keona's dick as it shrunk in my hand while cleaning it.
I gave myself a final rinse, and pulled Keona back to a standing position. We kissed standing in the spray. "That was the most incredible sex I've ever had," I said.
"Well that's not saying much, you only met me a week ago, and you were still a virgin then.
As we exited the shower and grabbed towels, two of the bodies scampered away to their own bed. Dried off we walked to the bed to find Brian sound asleep. The other two had just turned out the lights. We crawled in on either side of Brian and slept too.
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I opened my eyes and laid there a moment. I felt wonderful, I could see the sun was out. It was not yet 7:00, when Charles would arrive with breakfast. In my exuberance getting out of bed, I woke Brian and Keona in the process. With me out of bed, Brian turned his morning amorous intentions toward Keona. His request was the same as Frankie's yesterday, "Can I try putting my penis in your butt? I'm not sure how far it will go, but I'd like to try." Brian has a shorter penis than the other boys but wasn't all that much younger, it made me wonder if his malnutrition was responsible for his underdevelopment, or if he would just be one of those that lowered the average length of the male penis. Someone has to be below average.
I actually had some work to do before I could leave the room. I retrieved my stash of cash and put ten one-hundred dollar bills in an envelope, I marked it, Charles. I put three hundreds in each of five envelopes marking them, Management. The last seven envelopes I put two hundreds in each and left them plain.
As I worked on the envelopes, I kept an eye on Brian and Keona on the bed. Brian's diminutive penis did prove to be an issue for his desired activity. With patience on Keona's part, he was just able to get his glans into the anal canal, but any attempt at motion and he'd slip right out.
Keona was a real hero though, he did everything to make Brian feel good, and when anal didn't work out he brought Brian to his chest and took him in his mouth. Once he got started, Keona was them able to stroke himself and squirted all over Brian's back as Brian ejaculated on Keona's tongue.
After the grand finale, I dressed in my Hawaiian shirt with long pants, because I would be leaving immediately after breakfast to deliver the envelopes. A few minutes before 7:00 Charles knocked then let himself in. He brought a cart laden with the food, then went back into the hallway and brought in a luggage dolly with our suitcases on it.
The other two boys were just awakening, but I engaged them in a tickle attack forcing them to full consciousness and full erectness at the same time. I stopped the attack and made them get up for breakfast; they ran to the bathroom first. Charles set the fruit, coffee, milk, juice and breakfast condiments including steak sauce on the table that we preset last night. The wayward boys were soon seated and Charles served our Steak and Eggs breakfast.
Each plate contained a five-ounce Filet Mignon, thinly sliced, and spread to show all the slices were cooked to each person's specifications. Around the streak was a spread of Home Fries, those little cubes of potatoes pan-fried to a golden brown on all sides. On top of the fries were three fried eggs each a perfect sunny-side-up, and each exactly 4 inches in diameter.
"I could eat this for dinner, Charles!"
"Yes, some do. The steaks come from the Steak & Seafood restaurant, but these were cooked by the breakfast chefs."
"Well tell him for me he cooked these steaks perfectly."
"You'll be able to tell him yourself in a few minutes. I'll be introducing you."
He brought another plate with five cinnamon rolls, but these were a different, they were the kind that is fried like a donut, to a brown color with a near perfect spiral of cinnamon through the roll. This is the kind you eat by finding the end and unrolling it while eating away towards the center of the glazed goodness.
As we ate, Charles stripped the sheets off the pull out and folded the bed away, but not before checking that anything had fallen back under the couch. Then he went in the master bedroom and brought our suits out all neatly encased in a suit bag. "Since you're not flying today, just leave the suits in this bag, complements of the dry cleaners." He hung it on the end of the luggage carrier that had all our empty suitcases.
"As you pack this morning, please remember to check all drawers for any supplies or toys you may have stored in them." A certain two boys glanced at each other with a somewhat guilty look. They knew he was referring to their vibrators and lubricant.
Noticing that I was done, he said, "Mr. Jeffries, if we could, we should get moving if we hope to catch them all before their shore leave." I excused myself from the table and said I'd be back as soon as I could.
"As we walk around, get out of anybody's way that is carrying something. They have the right of way. When I introduce someone I'll tell you if they are one of the five management people."
We went into the areas of the ship passengers don't ever go. He'd find someone and introduce us, I would thank that person for their efforts on behalf of me and my family this past week and hand them an appropriate envelope. We even found a couple of the cooks still cooking at their stations. A young man was identified as the cook who prepared today's breakfast. I told him he had cooked the steaks perfectly. He looked embarrassed. To a man, each of them was surprised to see me and very pleased when I handed the envelope over. Not one of them looked inside the envelope, in my presence at least. I hope they were satisfied with what I gave them.
We finished our rounds and went back to the cabin. Charles cleaned up the breakfast and left us to finish packing.
I was expecting to need to do laundry after getting off the ship, but Charles surprised me again all of our laundry was washed, folded, and placed in a drawer, we only had to sort out to whom it belonged. I carefully packed the boys' Milky Way galaxy posters in my larger bag. We were ready to go at 8:30. I told the boys to get dressed. They had to reopen their suitcases they had packed everything.
I watched Brian specifically as he dressed and realized he wasn't as underweight as he had been when he arrived. He'd had a good appetite, he's not a picky eater, and the skinny spots were filling in nicely.
With an hour to kill, we went out on deck and watched the people scurrying about like rats trying to get off the ship. I wondered why be in such a hurry, this is a vacation.
Walking back to the cabin, I told the boys they should say their good byes to Charles in the room when he comes to pick us up.
Charles came exactly on schedule 9:30. He too checked the rooms and drawers for forgotten items, finding none; he announced it was time to go. Mark and Frankie ran up to him and hugged him around his waist thanking him for being so nice. Brian patiently waited and when it was his turn, Charles kneeled so Brian's hug was around his neck. Keona maintained a professional demeanor, one service employee to another offering him a firm handshake and a copy of his business card should he ever need his help on Oahu.
I was last. I handed him his envelope from the family, and told him how much I truly appreciated his help and care of us for the past week. He put the envelope in his jacket and we did a bro hug. You know a quick man-to-man hug.
Charles took us to an elevator stopping at the main deck where there was a line of people checking out at the desk. We didn't wait in that line, we went past the main desk to the concierge desk where we were immediately checked out. The bill was only for the additional automatic tips. Otherwise we had no on-board charges, and I signed the charge slip. We went further back through a hallway to another exit. This exit was a covered walkway that took us straight into the terminal building. Another elevator took us down to the ground level where the limousines were picking up their passengers.
Keona's roommate was there and loaded our bags in the trunk. I shook hands with Charles and thanked him again. We departed, most likely never to see Charles again.
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Jul 24 – 31, 1980
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Arrival - Thursday
Keona introduced us to his roommate again. Probably did that so he would remember our names after not seeing us for a week.
He went about getting our luggage loaded in the spacious trunk where our beach purchases from last week were still stored. We all got in the back and he drove to the house he shared with Keona. There were new smells in the back seat, heavy perfumes, like old ladies wear.
As we rode the expressway, Keona and I sat close, very close. "The cruise was really fun, I'm glad you were with us. I don't want our time to end yet." I told Keona.
"It's not. I'm staying all week. Remember you said I could stay with you."
"Yeah, but I want to fire you as our driver."
"What? What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing baby, I just don't want you in the front seat anymore; I want you back here with me."
"I thought I was going to go get my car and use that to drive us around?"
"I don't think so, I've gotten used to this kind of luxury, and I'm spoiled. You're definitely fired. See if your roommate wants the job. Your job this week is to be with us. You can still play tour guide, but not from the front seat."
"How do you want this to work?"
"Well we'll have our bedroom, the boys will have theirs. If he wants, he can stay with us if he can put up with all the beautiful naked bodies or he can go home at night and come back when we want him."
Keona thought for a moment, "You really are a different client. I have someone else in mind, and he's gay, loves kids, really loves nude beaches. His name is Dante he's Italian. He's currently unemployed and needs a job. I can let him drive the limo. I think he would prefer to stay with us, especially if that includes his food."
"A previous lover?" I asked.
"Ooh, do I detect a hint of jealously?"
"No, I just don't want any competition this week."
"No we've never been intimate, but I have kissed him."
"Ok, whatever you think, I will defer to your judgement on this matter."
It took about 45 minutes to get to the house, Keona told his roommate he changed his mind and was taking the limo. His roommate looked pissed.
Keona called Dante and told him what was up. Dante accepted requesting 30 minutes to get ready. Keona got a few things out of his garage putting them in the trunk, mostly beach accessories. Keona drove us to Dante's apartment.
My roommate put 480 miles on my limo in the past week, no wonder he was pissed when I told him I was taking it.
We met Dante as he came out of his apartment. He looked handsome and had an outgoing and friendly personality. He greeted us with a `Ciao amici' (hello friends) and a firm handshake. I introduced him to the boys. His response to them was `sei bello, you're beautiful', embarrassing the boys to be called beautiful. I had a good feeling about him, much better than the roommate.
He also had the remnants of an Italian accent when he spoke English, which gave him an additional cuteness factor. He had the olive skin of an Italian and with the added tan from the Hawaiian sun and his black hair; he almost looked like a native. He put his bag in the trunk and we were on our way.
We drove right past Matsumoto Shave Ice and the boys started clamoring for one. I told them not before lunch. They complained it was already past lunch. Keona told Dante to stop at Ted's bakery.
We had to park on the street because of the limo and Dante went in to get a menu since the six of us would have filled the interior. We perused the menu and made choices by marking the menu. They had sandwiches and plate lunches. Menu in hand, Keona and I went in to order, the others went next door to an outdoor eating area under a large shelter. It was just a roof, but would have resembled a house if it had walls. We placed our order for the six plates, and while waiting I was drawn to the cooler that offered cream pies, cakes, and Macadamia nut cheesecake, by the slice or whole. I couldn't make up my mind, and Keona was no help, so I added three whole pies to our order.
Plate lunches are very common in Hawaii, each plate has a main course and two scoops of white rice, in Texas, we'd call it sticky rice, and a scoop of Macaroni salad.
Lunches now in hand, we carried them to where Dante and the boys were waiting. We handed out the Styrofoam clamshell encased lunches and utensils.
"What's in the other bag?" they wanted to know.
"Dessert, but it's for tonight."
Fifteen more minutes driving and we entered Lāʻie. Near Hukilau Beach, we pulled in to our rental unit. We got our suitcases from the trunk. The key had been hidden where any thief would have looked first and we let ourselves inside. We stepped inside enough to set down our bags.
The main floor was open and spacious. We entered into what really was the back of the house, between the kitchen with a large island, and the laundry room with a washer and dryer. Further in was a half bath, a closet and the dining room. The rest was a large family/living room where the boys immediately removed their clothes.
"Sono molto belli," Dante declared, "they are very beautiful! What's with the bruises, on Brian? Does he misbehave?"
"His previous foster mother thought he did by being naked and masturbating in his bedroom. She tried beating that behavior out of him. She's in jail now, and he is now my foster son."
"Is he ok?"
"The cuts have healed, the pain has mostly gone away, and the bruises will fade with time. There will be no permanent physical damage, only time will tell if everything heals. At least it wasn't his family that did it to him."
We opened one set of sliding glass doors that opened on to a patio. There was a glass-top table and six chairs. The pool was a couple steps down. The back yard extended straight back to the top of a retaining wall with a set of stairs down another eight feet to the beach. Both sides and the back of the yard were heavy shrubbery 15 feet high. The yard was a secluded oasis unless someone was to come up the stairs.
Back inside I had everybody grab his bag and head upstairs. The two bedrooms over the family room had king beds. The other two had queens. "Dante, you can have either of these two rooms, the other will be vacant." Keona and I checked the king rooms, both had grand ocean views. The master was slightly larger had a seating area for four around a small table, the other one had only two chairs at either end of a wall table. Keona and I took the master, the boys got the other king room. The king rooms each had its own private bath with walk-in shower. The queen rooms shared a bath between them with a door on either end.
We got settled in, the boys were in the pool, and Keona and I were relaxing on the lanai, (patio in Hawaiian) when there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it, probably our chef for the week."
Keona grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on to answer the door. I could hear they were having a conversation but not clearly enough to understand many words. Keona came to the sliding door, "Uh, Allen, you have a pair of shorts or something?"
"I got a beach towel," I replied.
"Put it on and come in here." I got up and wrapped it securely around me and went inside.
"Allen, this is Malea Kaloni and her granddaughter Okeke. Malea this is Allen Jeffries my client for the week." We shook hands politely. "Malea is supposed to be our chef, but has run into a bit of a problem."
"Oh what's that?"
"Oh Mr. Jeffries, I'm so sorry, It's actually two problems, my car is broken. The mechanic says it needs a new transmission, and my neighbor who takes care of Okeke while I work had to fly to Hilo on the Big Island to take care of her mother. I would have called earlier. . ."
Unknown to Keona or me, the boys had decided they needed a drink and had come in to find one, saw us talking to someone with a small child, and they came to investigate.
". . . but I didn't have a phone number for you. I can help you find another cook. . . Oh my, are these your boys?" I turned to see Mark and Frankie not five feet away. Brian had hung back near the sliding door, not sure, he wanted to come in. The last encounter with a woman who saw him naked didn't go well.
"Yes, this is my son Mark and his friend Frankie. Why don't you boys go back out to the pool, we'll be there shortly."
At the word pool, Okeke eyes lit up, "You have a pool?"
"Yes we do sweetie, do you like swimming pools?"
"Yes! Can I go swimming?"
Malea tried to stop the line of conversation by saying they had to go soon.
"Malea, it appears you need this job now more than ever. As you can see, two of the boys are accustomed to nudity and being around girls, you did know we were nudists?"
"Yes, I knew, Keona informed me." Okeke has many boy cousins and they all swim naked together."
"Why don't we see if Okeke and the boys can get along in the pool? If that works out maybe I can offer a solution."
She slowly nodded her head and said, "Ok, we can try for a few minutes."
I held out my hand to Okeke, "Would you like to go swimming with the boys?"
She got a giant smile on her face, took my hand, and said, "Yes please."
I took Okeke to the family room and told her she could leave her clothes on the couch. She didn't take 20 seconds to strip off her flowered dress and take off her simple plain underwear, and then held out her hand for me to lead her outside. "Hey boys, this is Okeke, she's our chef's granddaughter, could you watch out for her while she's in the pool?"
"Sure dad, no problem." Mark got out via the steps and came up to take her hand. She happily switched to holding Mark's hand as he led her to the pool.
Keona had brought Malea into the family room where she could watch the interaction between her granddaughter and the boys. Keona introduced her to Dante, "This is our driver Dante; he'll be staying in the vacant bedroom upstairs.
"But that doesn't solve my transportation problem."
What if you didn't need to commute between here and your house? We have a spare bedroom you can use; Okeke can stay here with you.
"But how would I provide food? I would need to go shopping."
"Malea, there's a convenience store one block over," Keona told her, "And a supermarket a mile down Kamehameha."
"I could leave you money for a taxi should you need to run to the store."
"You do understand that little boys get erections a lot and she will be seeing those."
"Okeke has seen many penises, soft and hard, big and small, they do not bother her."
"What about adult penises, I like to be naked at home as well. She will see mine too most likely in both states."
Those cousins have fathers; she has seen adult males naked many times.
Can we test that? I can go out there and see if my nudity bothers her."
"Yes, go ahead, it won't bother her. I rose and loosened my towel "accidently" allowing it to drop. I did it in front of Malea to see her reaction as well. As Keona said, she didn't bat an eye. I picked up the loose towel and went to the pool, slowly walking in to make sure Okeke saw me. She didn't react at all. I joined the boys who were just playing with her and keeping her safe. She even swam to me and put her arms around my neck.
"So boys, Malea has a problem, if she is to cook for us, she would have to stay in the spare bedroom, and Okeke would have to be here with her. Is that ok with you guys?" Malea and Keona had come out on the Lanai to listen to the conversation.
"No dad, that's not a problem. Would she go with us during the day too?"
"I don't think so; most places we're going aren't aimed at little girls. She would stay here and be here when we got back."
"That's cool by me." Frankie added.
"She really cute, she schweet." Brian added.
"Are you really ok Brian? I noticed you didn't come to the door for the introductions."
"I'm ok; I was just a little surprised I guess. First time a woman had seen me naked since, well you know. . ." His voice trailed off remembering his beating, but just as quickly, he turned it around, "You guys will be here though, so I'm good."
I walked back to the steps with Okeke still holding me around the neck and got out. I set her down and held her hand again, walking back to her mother. My penis was actually inches from her face and she couldn't have cared less. "Looks like everyone are agreeable, Okeke isn't a problem for them, and we're not a problem for her. I'll have Dante take you home, you can pack a bag for the week and he can take you to the grocery store on the way back.
"Oh, thank you Mr. Jeffries, I really do need this job."
"Let me go get you some money for groceries."
I took her upstairs to show her the room and she was very happy. I gave her $200. "Exactly what meals am I preparing for you?"
"First of all we have nothing in the house so we need a variety of local sodas and teenager snacks. As for meals, figure on every breakfast, some sort of a cooked meal with lots of fruits. The boys love bacon and chocolate milk, so lots of breakfast meats and chocolate milk. I don't see us being here for lunch very often, but you'll need something for Okeke and you. I think we'll be here for dinner most of the time. But sometimes we may decide not to come home for dinner and go out, we'll call the house and let you know, then you'll only have to cook for Okeke and yourself. When you buy meats get the good cuts, I love a good Filet Mignon or a rib eye on the barbecue. Don't worry, there won't be any wasted food, whatever is left over, you can take home at the end of the week."
There was a tear forming in the corner of her eye and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. "Thank you so much. I won't let you down. May I look around the kitchen to see what is available for me? I may need some things from home." I indicated for her to proceed. She rummaged around the kitchen for 10 minutes, looking at some things and taking some vases out. When she investigated the refrigerator, I pointed out the pies were for tonight and any other time we wanted dessert. I did ask specifically for Kona coffee from Kahaulelio Coffee Plantation.
"You know your coffee well Mr. Jeffries that is the best coffee In Hawaii."
"Yes, I know, I have insider information, and we drank it every day on our cruise."
Dante appeared dressed ready to take her home and shopping. I told him to check out her car and let me know if it was reparable.
After completing her inventory she asked, "Is a late dinner tonight ok, it may take me awhile to do the shopping?"
"You don't have to do it all today, after we get home in the evening our driver can take you out again. Or take the cab to the grocery, it's not that far."
Dante disappeared with Malea and Okeke.
I called Frank reaching him about 8:30 Waco time, to personally tell him I was keeping his son hostage another week. He told me to keep him he wasn't going to pay a ransom. I gave him the phone number here at the house in Lāʻie. Explaining it was a mile north of the Polynesian Cultural Center and that we'd be home on the morning of Aug 1st. I also asked him to call my office and give them the same information. He said they probably wouldn't pay the ransom either. Then he told me the patio was done, but wouldn't tell me how it looked, he only said, "Remember how happy you were with the pool? You're going to be happier."
I had the boys put their suits on and we went out to investigate the ocean. I found the steps to the beach were protected by a locked gate at the bottom, one of the keys fit the lock. The waves here break well off the beach, so by the time they get to the shore, they're small. The beach is wide and has a low slope. Keona told me that the reason the stone retaining walls were here was to thwart the occasional massive storm that can come in from the east that would destroy the beach and the yards of these homes. I really didn't see us spending much time on this beach, it saw a fair amount of traffic and was a public beach, and we preferred nude beaches.
Dante, Malea and Okeke, made it back earlier than I expected. Malea and Dante carried in bags and boxes. Okeke carried her little overnight bag in and went directly upstairs, returning moments later, naked just like the rest of us. My God, she's adorable as any boy her age, just no penis.
Dante was still bringing in the groceries while Malea started putting put things away. There was fresh produce, breads, and flowers from the farmer's market, Mahi Mahi from the Fresh Fish Store just up the road, and lots of groceries. A case of locally produced sodas were appreciated by the boys, their drought was over.
Along with the bags, they also brought in a few boxes; two went to the kitchen. One contained all of the spices she was accustomed to using in her cooking; the second were some cast iron skillets and other cooking accessories including a waffle iron.
The last box went upstairs; it contained Okeke's toys and games that would help keep her occupied all week.
She soon had her kitchen in shape and put flowers in the vases she had pulled out during her inspection. Those were set around the family room, kitchen, and one on the dining room table. I was a little surprised when I noticed that Malea's clothing had been replaced by just an apron as she began working in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Done driving for a while, Dante removed his clothing again. As he retrieved his book from the family room, he told me the car was dead and needed to be buried. No amount of money should be spent on that piece of junk. I told him to make inquiries of people he knew, for a safe, reasonably priced used car. With that, Dante took his book and went up to his room.
That was when I found out the deal between him and Keona. While he was staying with us, he would make himself as scarce as possible, available, but only seen on the fringes, unless he was specifically invited to participate. Keona explained that these were basic chauffeur practices, because not everyone wanted to have their driver included in their vacation.
I also told Keona that I asked Dante to talk with his acquaintances about a replacement vehicle for Malea and asked him to do the same thing. I would leave it up to the two of them to find the best solution. It needs to pass an inspection by the mechanic he used for the limo.
"You're a good man Allen," he said.
"Since you arranged the driver and cook, I'll let you deal with them, but I would like Dante, Malea, and Okeke to eat dinner with us."
"I'd rather Dante not eat with us, he wants to learn how to be chauffeur, and eating with the client isn't normal. You're not a normal client."
"Thanks, I think."
"Oh yeah, that was a compliment. Coming from a chauffeur it's a very high compliment."
The table was set up for six, but with one of the other chairs from along the kitchen wall, and adjusting the spacing of the rest we could easily fit seven. An eighth person wouldn't fit comfortably giving Dante reason to not sit with us. Little did he know the 18-inch extension leaf was sitting in the closet.
Keona and I would sit next to each other at one end, Okeke next to Keona, then Malea. The three boys would fill the last three chairs in whatever order they wished. I suspected that Mark would sit next to me. Frankie would sit next to his best friend; and Brian between Frankie and Malea. He was already overcoming his initial reluctance to be near her. He needed to overcome that reluctance; most women don't beat little boys.
I made the boys come in to set the table, Malea complained that it was her job to do that, and I told her setting the table was their job, and they would also clear the table after meals.
Malea fired up the outdoor barbecue to pre-heat the grill for the Mahi Mahi. Fresh vegetables were ready next to the stove. Bread was sliced and put on a plate. A salad of cottage cheese with cubed pieces of pineapple, papaya, and mango was placed next to each plate. A pitcher of lemonade with passion fruit was staged in the refrigerator. Ice was put in the glass on the table.
Malea handed me the Mahi Mahi sitting in a baking dish in a marinade of some kind the top was sprinkled small dark-colored spices. "Put this on the grill," she ordered, "six minutes on each side, no more! And don't adjust the flame."
"Spoon some of the marinade over the top as it cooks." As a business owner, I know when to push back and when to do as I'm told. I did as she dictated. At least I was being helpful.
As I grilled the fish, everything else happened, vegetables cooked, rice beds for the fish were placed on plates along with a slice of lemon. Drinks were poured and everyone was called to the table. The fish was sliced and placed on the rice, and more marinade grizzled over the top, the veggies added next to the rice, the lemon slice placed on top. Dinner was served. Before sitting down Malea removed her apron and became just another nude body at the table.
Dante sat at the island while the rest of us sat at the table. The food was as good as any I've ever had.
There was idle chitchat over dinner. Malea asked, "Do either of you like mixed drinks?"
I replied, "On the ship we both enjoyed the drink-of-the-day specials. I don't remember them all, but one was called the Blue Hawaiian."
"And there was that Mango one in the v-shaped glass."
"Yeah, the Mango Martini. That was good."
"Did you ever try the Li Hing Mui Margarita? Also called the Hawaiian Margarita?"
"I don't remember that. What is Li Hing Mui?"
She got up and came back with a small shaker of an almost red powder. "Give me a piece of pineapple from your salad. I stabbed a piece and handed over my fork. She sprinkled a bit of the powder on it and handed it back. "This is made from dried plums, it gives most fruits and interesting flavor, works well in margaritas as well." I tasted the pineapple chunk and wow, the flavor had come alive. "I forgot to put this shaker on the table."
"That is super! I'd try that in a margarita."
We talked of things we would do this week. The boys had seen scuba divers last week at Molokini Crater and wanted to try it. Of course, Keona knew a guy with a dive boat who was licensed to provide introductory dives. We also wanted to do all the normal tourist things. We came up with a schedule of the activities that need advance reservations. Dante was tasked to get those reservations and Keona helped him with contact information.
Malea wanted to know what times meals should be served. We agreed breakfast at 7:30 unless modified the night before. Other meals would be discussed at breakfast because they would be dependent on our day's activities.
After dinner, Keona called his contact for scuba diving. He had a last minute cancellation tomorrow morning. He could take us. Five first time divers, two adults, and three boys 12, 13, and 13. At 8:30 a.m.? Yes, we'll take it.
When Keona got off his call arranging the dive trip, I took Keona out front, or was it out back? It's the side of the house that faces the ocean. The other side faces Kamehameha Highway. I'm gonna call the ocean side the front. It's certainly the more important side. It's why we're renting it.
So Keona and I went out front, "That was one of the most awkward dinners I've ever eaten. Please just explain to Dante that I'm not normal and have him eat with us the rest of the week. I just can't treat an employee like a second class citizen."
"You really are an incredible person my love. Not one in a hundred clients invites his chauffeur to eat dinner with him. Most times we eat a plate provided by the kitchen for us drivers."
I `found' the table leaf in the closet and installed it in the table. That gave us the additional room to add the 8th chair.
The boys found an interesting TV show, and Keona and I sat out front on the lanai, overlooking the pool. We talked about nothing till I brought up that last afternoon on the big island where Keona and his brother sat off at a distance and talked while I and the boys swam. "That last afternoon on the big island, you and Mika had a pretty intense conversation. Care to share any of it?"
"You can probably guess some of it. Mom and Dad have apologized, again actually, they apologized in a letter too while I was still in Los Angeles. Mika was trying to talk me into coming back to Kona and help him raise little Keona and take my place beside him at the plantation. We'd run the place together as equals."
"Wow, that's huge. What did you say?"
"I told him I wasn't sure."
"What? How could you not jump at the chance? That's the career of a lifetime! You'd be wealthy!"
"I told him I was in love. I'm already rich, I have you." He reached over and took my hand in his. Holding it in silence. . .
"He said you could work with us and learn the business. You could bring Mark and Brian. He'd build us a house."
"I don't know Keona."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to put that on you. I . . . I wasn't going to tell you, but I couldn't lie to you since you asked."
"We need to see how this week goes, then maybe. . ."
"Dessert's ready everyone." Malea called. The smell of coffee coming from the maker now was much stronger, the rich aroma of the Kona coffee was filling the house.
"Come on, let's go have some pie. I hear everything's better with pie. I don't know if that's true, I heard that somewhere."
Malea had cut the three pies into sample-sized slices and all eight of us were able to sample all three of the flavors. We got our coffee and the kids all got chocolate milk.
We made our first schedule change; breakfast was to be at 6:45 so we could leave by 7:15 for our scuba lesson.
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I heard Malea's alarm clock go off before 6:00. I heard her tiptoeing down the stairs a little later. A couple minutes later, there was a tug at our sheet on my side. I opened my eyes and naked little Okeke was standing there with her stuffed parrot. I lifted the sheet and she crawled in. We both fell back asleep.
When we woke again closer to 6:30 Keona whispered, "So you're dumping me for a girl? You know she's only eight."
"Reach over me and tell me what you find." He reached over groping the front on my body finally arriving and a flaccid penis.
"You mean this little thing?" he asked grasping it in his hand.
"Yeah, I'm sleeping with a girl, and I'm not hard. What does that tell you?"
"Ooh, you are a gay boy, hehehe."
We got up leaving Okeke to sleep longer. I went in to wake the boys and told them not to bother with showers, unless they were covered with cum. "Dad, stop it, that's gross."
I smiled, "Get dressed before you come down, we leave right after breakfast."
Keona and I dressed and went to breakfast. On the way downstairs, we heard Dante's alarm. "Oh, good." Keona said, "I won't have to yell at him."
We came into the kitchen to find Malea dressed in another apron and nothing else. "Good morning Malea. If you go looking for your granddaughter, she's in our room."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Allen, did she wake you?"
"No, no not at all, I'm an early riser and she came in after you came downstairs. She went right back to sleep."
"I'm sorry I'll make sure she doesn't bother you anymore. Should I go put something on, you're dressed?"
"Malea, having her come for a visit is fine she's an adorable child. If we don't want to be bothered, we'll close the door. Your apron is fine too, I wouldn't be dressed if we weren't leaving in a few minutes."
Keona and I got our coffee and sat at the table watching Malea scurry about the kitchen. Dante joined us with a travel mug for coffee. "Morning Mr. Jeffries, Keona."
I looked over at Keona, "Am I allowed to smack a chauffeur over the head, every time he calls me Mr. Jeffries?"
"Yeah, I think so, as long as you've told him what you want to be called."
"Ok, good to know, thank-you. Good morning, Dante. For all future informal settings you will please call me Allen."
"How `bout I call you Kahuna (ka-HOO-na)?" he asked with a smile.
"I like the sound of that," I looked over at Keona and he nodded his approval, "Kahuna it is. Does that make me an honorary Hawaiian?"
"Breakfast is ready, are the boys coming soon?" Malea asked.
"You can serve, Malea, they'll be here in 20 seconds."
"Boys! Downstairs now, dressed or not, breakfast is served."
We could hear scrambling and the sounds of bare feet on the stairs. Not a one had on a stitch of clothing and all three had erections. Little Okeke was right behind them still hugging her stuffed parrot.
When the boys finished eating, I sent them up to dress and to get their swim stuff.
We were meeting our instructor, Hoaka, at his house in Pearl City where he had a large above ground pool. It took us an hour to get there. Keona had Dante drive us down the east coast and across highway 63. This was our first time driving on this highway. What a scenic route, tunnels, and rough tree-covered mountain peaks, with small waterfalls, absolutely beautiful.
As we arrived, I asked Dante if he was going to dive with us. He said yes, but as part of the instruction team, Dante is a certified scuba instructor. The man is full of surprises.
The rest of the morning we were fitted, instructed, and learned what we needed to know to be safe on a dive. We practiced making our ears pop in his pool till we all felt comfortable, we even did buddy-breathing, even Brain was looking forward to the dive. His newfound self-confidence was making him a different boy!
Hoaka had pizza delivered and we ate lunch in his kitchen. He told us how he worked for a dive shop, and did this training all the time for tourists, but also did it on the side, like he was with us.
We followed Hoaka's truck loaded down with the equipment to a marina where he and Dante loaded everything on board his boat. We each wore our wetsuits in the limo had to have the air conditioner on high. The air tanks were already aboard. Last thing I grabbed was my camera with the 50 mm lens.
He took us out in the waters off Waikiki Beach. Our first dive was a shallow dive on a reef. 15 to 20 feet was all, he wanted to gage our level of comfort. After anchoring, we all donned our equipment and I took pictures of individuals and lastly had Hoaka take a group picture.
We all stayed in a fairly tight group and 45 minutes into the dive he had us check our air supply. We all had about 10 minutes remaining. When it got to 5 minutes, we started back up rising slower than our bubbles as we had been taught.
On board, Hoaka had a snack of fresh fruit for us and we took a break. Then he slowly moved us to Turtle Canyon Reef. We dove again after about an hour's rest with fresh tanks. The turtles were cool and we were diving around 40 to 50 feet deep. We got about 45 minutes on this dive too, you just need to be chill and breathe slowly.
He got us back to the marina and the boys had talked the whole way back about wanting to go again. We arranged to go again on Wednesday of next week. Hoaka gave us a new address of where to meet him, we'd be diving on the west side.
The drive home was another hour and we arrived home around 6:00. We hadn't done a lot of work, but the day had been long and was beginning to wear on my antique 34 year-old body. Just walking in the door did a lot to rejuvenate my spirits; we were greeted by the cutest little naked girl in Lāʻie.
Though, she is probably the only naked little girl in Lāʻie. This community is almost exclusively Mormons, being so close to the Mormon temple, Brigham Young University and the Polynesian Cultural Center. I'm somewhat surprised we heathens were allowed to rent here.
I heard the blender come on and looked to see a yellow concoction whirling inside the glass pitcher. Malea quickly poured it in two prepared glasses and presented us with Hawaiian margaritas, the rims ringed with Li Hing Mui instead of salt.
One taste and I declared her a saint and we retired to the front yard lanai as soon as we could get our clothes off. The boys came tearing down the stairs, grabbed sodas from the fridge, took one swig, set them on the lani table, and jumped into the pool as if they hadn't swum in days.
Malea had been shopping today, there was more fresh fruit, fresh Ahi from the fish store and several bottles of alcohol and mixes for our drinks-of-the-day. "Malea do you need more money, I can see you've been shopping."
"I can use a bit more. I've spent almost all of what you gave me." I went to my wallet and gave her another $200. "Here, I have receipts for you," she offered.
"I don't need those, I trust you."
She put on another spectacular dinner, Keona and I retired to the family room, I was reading my book again. The kids were on the floor playing some game involving cards. Next time I looked up, Frankie was on his back and Okeke was stroking his dick.
I calmly got up and went to the kitchen. "Malea," I said softly said to get her attention, beckoning her with the finger motion that indicates come here. She came over to where I was standing. "Are you ok with that?"
"Oh ya. Her cousins taut her dat. She lik wen day squirt. She lik wen day panipani... make sex, but she too young to get hāpai... uhh, pregnant, so it all good." I actually understood her momentary lapse into a combination of English and pidgin.
I went back to the all-purpose room and sat next to Keona. Talking softly as to not disturb the show, I asked, "Did you hear the conversation I just had with Malea?"
"No hon, what was that?"
"You see what Okeke is doing to Frankie?"
He looked over at the two children, Frankie now about ready to cum, "I do now."
We both continued watching the action in front of us, but continued talking. "I asked Malea if she was ok with Okeke doing that to him."
"Let me guess, she said it was fine and that Okeke isn't even a virgin?"
"Well, not those exact words, but yeah."
"Not everyone has the same morals and taboos that you are familiar with. Malea is 40 and has an 8-year-old GRAND daughter, do the math."
Frankie ejaculated with an amazing lack of profanities. Somehow, he had controlled himself. Instead, it was `oh jeez', `oh shoot', `oh dang', and `oh fudge', it was funny listening to him as his semen squirted in the air making Okeke laugh and giggle with glee at what she had made him do.
"God, she was a grandmother at 32, so a mother at about 16 and so was her daughter!"
"Not exactly. Malea had a daughter when she was 19 her name was Haleakua. With her support network of aunts and uncles, she was able to work and support her daughter. She became a Chef, a very good Chef. Eventually she met a man and they were engaged.
"Before the wedding, her intended got Haleakua pregnant. She was only 12 at the time. When Malea found out, she killed the boyfriend with a baseball bat. No charges were filed as it was considered justifiable by the authorities. Her daughter died in childbirth, bringing Okeke into the world. Malea had to quit working to raise Okeke due to some early problems caused by the difficult birth. She hasn't had a steady job since."
Malea was baking, and it smelled of chocolate, at 9:00 she served Chocolate Dobash Cake with vanilla bean ice cream, and coffee and chocolate milk.
Going to bed that night we found Boo-Boo on our bed. "Looks like someone's missing his daddy." Keona said as he temporarily closed the door.
"Or maybe he's missing his daddy's partner." I retorted. I quickly realized I called him my partner. I dropped it and instead made passionate love to him, then he with me. 45 minutes later, I got up opening the door and called for Mark. He quickly appeared out of his room into the hallway. "Thought you were never going to call me, I figured you fell asleep."
"No, we weren't asleep, believe me."
Our headboard had a single bookshelf and Mark placed Boo-Boo up there to watch over him. He scooted down under the sheet till our noses were almost touching. "That scuba diving was great today; this whole vacation has been amazing, thank-you."
"You are very welcome baby. I'm guessing that's not all you want?"
"No. Will you make love to me? I'm ready, but you might need a little more."
I knew what that meant, Mark had come prepared, he has learned that avoiding penetration discomfort is as simple as using his vibrator beforehand. His anus was still lined with the strawberry flavored lube. While I turned away to get the lube, he rolled over facing away. "Hi Keona, I didn't mean to ignore you. Thank you too for a great vacation. I'm going to miss you when we go home I really mean that. I really like you, and I know dad does too."
"Can I do anything for you tonight?" Keona asked.
"I'm going to cum pretty soon even though I just did a couple minutes ago. You can stop me from making a mess."
"I'll try baby. Try to let me know when."
I turn back to Mark, "How would you like to do this?" I asked.
"Just like this. Hold me around my chest with both arms"
"Pull your knees up baby."
I pushed one arm under him and the other over him and pulled him to my chest. I pulled my legs up under his and probed his bottom with my dick for the entrance. I felt my dick contact the slick strawberry lube and pushed. My penis easily spread the pre-stretched muscle ring back open and slid in. I still gave him a moment to get used to me. Then I began the hip motion and eased the rest of the way in, each thrust a little deeper than the one before. When I reached full depth, he said, "Hold it right there, Dad. That feels so good."
I switched from automatic, to pause and held myself up against him. He's right this does feel good. I'd be just as happy if we didn't move again and could sleep this way. He laid there a couple minutes maybe, it's hard to judge the passage of time when we're like this.
"Keona, I'm cumming," he said urgently. Unable to reach his dick with his lips due to the position of his legs, Keona slipped the cupped fingers of his hand under his dick and held on to his glans with his thumb on top. Mark had a hands-free orgasm with just the feeling of my penis in him and no motion after the initial entry. He spit forth his semen in four streams with an oooohh and an aaaaaahhh. His anal ring tightly gripped my intruding dick. He laid there a few more seconds, and then said, "Ok Dad, you can start up now."
I took it out of Park and put it in Low. My motions were slow and deliberate I alternated between long strokes nearly pulling out and short strokes that were a lot easier in this position. I watched Keona licking Mark's cum from his fingers, I found that erotic. I was in 2nd gear now, the thrusts were not full length, but just the shorter ones. Mark emitting little whimpers, like the noises a dog makes when it's dreaming, they were coming through his nose.
I can feel it starting up, down in my balls, the fire has been kindled. We've been at it for the longest time, 15 minutes, or so, and I put it into Drive. The strokes become longer again without the shorter ones in between. The thrusts are more forceful but nothing he would find uncomfortable. I thrust up against his bottom jarring his whole body, which reminded me to back it down a little. This is still a little boy. My little boy! I still can't believe it.
"Keona, I'm cumming," he cried. His whole body went stiff and he clamped his anal muscles on my dick again. "Oh Gooooooddd," he cried and I felt his pulses on my dick. Keona got another handful of boy sweetness.
"I love you Mark!" I said as I jammed myself in him as far as I could reach and start releasing my semen in his rectum, I'm nearly crushing his chest as my arms constrict around him.
Then it is over the euphoria of a mighty orgasm switched from high intensity muscle contractions to dish rag limpness as everything relaxes and the blood drains from us.
Keona reached over Marks head to my lips and allowed me to lick some of Marks semen left on his fingers. How sweet.
Mark tells me, "Don't pull out Dad, I want to sleep this way."
I pulled my arm out from under him and push some of the pillow his way. My top arm was just hanging over his chest.
We fell asleep.
All males get erections during the night, four to five of them, it has something to do with sleep patterns and R.E.M. I know I felt two of them during that night. The first time I awoke, I was fully erect and still deeply embedded in Mark's behind. My little head wanted to fuck this tight ass, but my heart told me to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and relaxed. The second time was a nocturnal emission. I was in the act of ejaculating in him when I became aware I was doing it. I hugged him close and enjoyed the euphoric feeling again taking me back asleep.
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I awoke about 6:00 Saturday. Mark and I were no longer connected; Mark was on his stomach still up against me, my arm now over his back.
I easily extracted myself by lifting my arm and rolling out of bed. I softly padded to the master bath. I didn't was to flush the toilet if I didn't have to, damn thing sounds like a jet engine. So I just turned on the shower and held it another minute. I stepped under the warm water and the muscles relaxed releasing my stream, I didn't have to hold down my erection in here, that's another advantage of peeing in the shower. I tried my best to arc it towards the drain; I didn't want to have to smell my own piss, that's the bad part of peeing in the shower.
I heard the door click open. I knew it couldn't be Mark it had to be Keona. I felt his arm wrap around me and start playing with my nipples. "God I love watching you make love to Mark. His face is so ... so at peace. Then it gets all scrunched up when he orgasms." I could feel his erection pressing in my butt crack. I picked up the conditioner, pulled his hand from my nipple, and squirted some in his hand. I put one foot up on the bench seat and leaned over resting my fingers on it too.
His penis touched me and entered unopposed. His hands held my hips as he thrust, his balls swinging freely below us, slapping up against mine. I put some of the conditioner in my own hand and stroked my reawaked dick. Keona's had a short fuse this morning and cummed too quickly. Feeling him pulsing inside me helped bring on my own orgasm and I creamed the bench seat.
Oh well, it was meant to be a quick shower anyway. I think our shower sex is more about the sex; our sex in bed is more about the love.
We finished in the bathroom and headed towards the stairs, stopping first at the boy's room. There were three lumps under the sheet plus the one still in our room. The one in the middle was very short, looked about the size of an 8-year-old.
Downstairs the coffee was ready and Malea was making a stack of waffles keeping them warm and crispy in the oven. She had a large bowl of cream ready to be whipped with the mixer already hanging over the edge. There were bowls of fruit, pineapple, mango, papaya, and passion fruit.
We could hear sounds of awake little boys upstairs. Feet running back and forth to the bathroom and the sounds of voices drifted down the stairs.
Let me know when you're ready Malea, I'll call the boys. We need to leave at 7:40.
Dante came in with his travel mug again, filled our cups, and took the last of it. He offered to make more, and then said good morning to Keona and Kahuna (me).
The TV was on the local news program giving updates on the surf, and warning about a weather front that would move in late today or tomorrow.
Malea said we should call the kids to breakfast as she started up the mixer to make the whipped cream. I went to the stairs, and with my sweet voice called out, "Oh, children?"
The replies came "Yes Papa."
"Yes Tio."
"Yes Daddy?"
And in a fourth much higher voice, "Yes Mr. Allen."
"It's time to come downstairs for breakfast!"
"Frankie calls you Uncle?" Dante asked?
"Yes, he didn't want to use my name, and since he and Mark are like cousins that made me like his uncle. But since I'm not his real uncle, we chose uncle in a different language, deciding on Tio."
My call started a mini stampede, all four coming down the stairs one right after the other, and taking their seats at the table.
Malea put a waffle on each plate, covered it with various fruits, plopped a huge scoop of whipped cream on it, and drizzled syrup over the top. Yeah, I'm not going to gain another 10 pounds, the fruit cancels out the whipped cream.
Glasses of chocolate milk and pineapple juice were already in place.
Keona's Japanese friend, Aki, had agreed to teach the boys how to surf. He's another local and he surfs competitively at the local level. Like most surfers, he gives lessons to the tourists to make a living at what he loves.
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We were to meet him at Waimea Bay at 8:00 this morning. Good thing it's only a twenty-minute drive. 8:00 is late morning for a surfer, most are in the water very early and I suspect Aki was out surfing before we arrived. He came up out of the water when he saw Keona's limo arrive.
Aki's truck had a rack built just for surfboards. And he had brought several. He got each boy a board and went out on the sand. He taught them how go from lying on their stomachs, to their knees, and then to standing. He took each boy out and gave him a tandem demonstration ride each one actually made it to the standing position. I have pictures to prove it.
Then it was time for them to fly solo. They went out as a group, turned and waited for a wave. This is where they found that surfing is a lot harder than it looks.
At first they fell off just trying to get to their knees, so Aki again showed them the pop to your knees move pushing equally on both sides of the board, keeping your weight in the middle. He had them try that several times in between waves. Then let them try riding a wave again. After several attempts they were able to get to their knees, I have photographic proof of each one surfing solo, on their knees.
The next level of surfing expertise eluded them. A couple times it looked close, only to go back in the water over and over again. I gotta give them credit for their effort. They tried till they were exhausted and the three hour session ended. We helped carry the boards back to the truck and I paid Aki for his time.
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Our next stop was on the exact opposite side of the island. We drove past Keona's neighborhood then down the center of the island again on our way to see the Pearl Harbor National Memorial & USS Arizona Memorial. I was determined to give them at least a little education. It took us almost an hour of driving and a stop at a local burger place. So we rolled into the parking lot at 12:30 and parked in the oversize vehicle area.
Dante had arranged our reservations to the National Memorial and our tickets across to the USS Arizona Memorial. They were all free, but you still needed reservations. After parking, Dante went to retrieve our tickets and we entered the Pearl Harbor National Memorial. There are multiple buildings with separate displays. We went through them all in plenty of time and revisited a couple, and killed time in the gift shop.
An announcement for our ticket time to the Arizona Memorial directed us to a staging area like Six-Flags over Texas were you snake through a line to get to your turn. We boarded a shuttle boat that took us out to the memorial over the sunken hull of the USS Arizona the where 1,102 bodies remain inside the ship. We got to stay out there about 15 minutes and returned on the next shuttle. I think the Arizona Memorial even made an impact when they watched the droplets of oil that still seep out of the ship after 39 years.
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We could have gone back into the exhibits but since we'd seen all we wanted, we took a short drive to Aloha Bowl swap meet, which just started last year, but it was already a favorite destination for Hawaii souvenirs. T-shirts were $1 each. Aloha shirts were in abundance. Food vendors all over including shave ice, which we had to get. Fortunately, it was a much smaller serving that did not require extensive clean up. There were Hawaiian carvings, which were similar to the carvings we would see at the Polynesian Cultural Center and every imaginable souvenirs from bottle openers to refrigerator magnets to posters to fine jewelry and vintage antiques. My favorite booth was a food vendor that sold the Li-Hing-Mui powder and every kind of candy made with it. I bought a 10 oz. package of powder for myself and some to refill Malea's shaker, which was almost empty.
I let the kids each get two t-shirts in their current size and two in the next size larger. I just barely broke the $20 mark. But we did have fun for an hour and we were leaving just they were closing up for the day.
We took a different route home; we went across to the eastern shore on highway 63, again fabulous views.
As we were driving up the east coast, out in the distance clouds were building. Keona pointed it out and said that was the storm the news warned us about this morning, and, he predicted it was gonna be a big one. He could tell.
Malea was ready for us when we got home with a strawberry/banana/pineapple/coconut/rum drink, called a Lava Flow. The bottom of the glass was the strawberry-banana-rum mixture. On top of that was the pineapple-coconut-rum. As you drink it, the red strawberry mixture mixes with the upper yellow mixture, kinda like lava. I finally asked and Malea explained she had been a bartender in one of her previous jobs. What she didn't tell me was that she invented some of these drinks. I would only find that out later.
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The cumulus clouds that formed during the afternoon continued to thicken and the winds began to strengthen as evening drew near. By high tide around 6:00 p.m., the waves were covering the entire beach, which is usually 40 feet wide.
TV reports told of parts of Kamehameha which we had just come north on, were closed, completely covered in the storm surge.
Malea served another wonderful meal of another local favorite dish called Huli-Huli Chicken. She had taken two whole chickens and coated them with a sweetened soy sauce glaze. As she cooked it over the grill, she constantly turned so the glaze didn't burn. The results were a caramelized, slightly crispy chicken exterior, that's moist and juicy inside.
By sunset, the Cumulus clouds turned into Cumulonimbus clouds; dense, towering, vertical cloud formations full of water, the setting sun highlighted the tops in pink. Then the rain started. These were the clouds we normally just call thunderheads. With the increased wind, the rain was being driven horizontally and it pounded on the sliding glass doors. The lightning started about 9:00, the same time Malea served more of the cream pie I purchased at Ted's Bakery.
The TV station reporting on the storm and the road closures, went off the air. Keona explained the stations in Hawaii, often go off during storms.
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It was a dark and stormy night. No, I'm serious; it was really dark and really stormy. It was fucking crazy. Lightning lit up the sky and due to our large windows, they lit up our bedrooms throughout the night. At times there was only two or three seconds between the flash and the thunder, some strong enough to be felt through the very foundation of the house.
Keona, Dante, Malea, and Okeke were unflustered by the storm for this was a common enough occurrence especially on the windward side of the island.
We central Texans are accustomed to thunderstorms too. But in Waco, we don't have an angry ocean lapping at our door. South Texas has hurricanes and storm surges that do millions of dollars in damage a year, but it doesn't happen in Waco. Our rain usually falls straight down.
The storm had me on edge and I just couldn't get comfortable. I tried to enjoy Keona's body, but mine wouldn't cooperate, each flash of light and I would wince. So Keona settled on just holding me close.
The lightning and thunder eased off by about 2:00 a.m. Sunday morning and we were able to fall asleep. It rained throughout the night and was still dark and raining at 8:00 a.m. when I woke up. I went downstairs half expecting to find the doors blown out and the floor flooded. What I found was Malea happily working away in the kitchen baking a coffee cake; I just picked up the smell of the cinnamon as I stepped on to the main floor. She hadn't put her apron on yet, upon seeing me, she slipped it over her head, and tied it in the back.
"Good morning Mr. Jeffries, would you like your coffee? I have it ready to go, it just need to brew."
"What is that wonderful smell and when will it be ready?"
"Old family recipe, Buttermilk Coffee Cake, it has 35 more minutes to go."
"I'll wait on the coffee till the coffee cake is ready.
I went to the all-purpose room and watched the rain protected by the glass door.
The local TV station was back on the air and was reporting the road closures due to storm-surge high water, but was also predicting them to be open by late afternoon.
Keona appeared at my side, "Morning." His hand found its way into mine and we kissed a good morning kiss, like an old married couple, just a peck on the lips.
"You know we're gonna have to talk soon," I said after the kiss.
"Yeah, I know, not looking forward to it either."
"Nice storm, huh?" Dante said coming into the room. "Morning Keona, Kahuna, Malea." We acknowledged his presence with a good morning in response. "Wait till you see all the waterfalls later today," he said speaking to me. Then speaking to Keona said, "We should take them down to Kualoa Ranch or maybe across 63 again."
"Good idea, Dante, we should go as soon as the clouds clear."
"When might that be?" I asked.
"After lunch, maybe by mid-afternoon." Keona replied.
"Is there anything indoors that we might want to do today?"
"There's Iolani Palace, the only home of royalty in the United States and a museum about the history of Hawaii in Honolulu, but you'll see most of that at the Polynesian Cultural Center.
"So no, not really."
"Not unless you want to go shopping."
"Did that yesterday, I'll pass."
The smell of Kona coffee began to permeate the room along with the increased smell of cinnamon.
Malea cut three appetizer-sized pieces and poured the coffee. We sat on the island's stools, mmm'ing, and aaahhh'ing as if we were making love. But it was the coffee cake we were loving.
Looks like it's going to be a day to spend time indoors and do absolutely nothing. The owner of this house was thoughtful, along the one interior wall, were built-in bookshelves made to look like bamboo, beneath them, cabinets. Each pair of doors was carved with a beach scene of the ocean, palm trees, and sand. They had a very 1960s look but the shelves were nicely decorated with Hawaii scenes.
Behind those doors, I had found games and toys we could now utilize; playing cards, Legos, an Erector Set, Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, Battleship, Simon, a Spirograph, and other items that would give a child of nearly any age something to do on a day like today. "Anyone care to play Monopoly?" I asked no one in particular.
The kids arrived (I'm calling them that now when there is a girl with them), for breakfast about 9:00 it was still raining and the realization that the possibility of any fun outdoor activities for today was declining rapidly.
Mother Nature, so far, has neglected the growth of Brian's height as well as the length of his penis. It still functioned properly, but for a nearly 13-year-old, he had gotten the short end of the stick as far as the length of his penis. That did not dissuade Okeke from playing with it. She continued to very much enjoy making him (or any of the other boys I assume), squirt his semen.
I had banished all noisy toys from the main floor to the bedrooms upstairs, thus removing the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, Simon, and You Sunk My Battleship!, from my personal reading room.
Brian had migrated back to the all-purpose room and at the insistence of Okeke, was playing a board game aimed at girls and her age group. Usually when two boys play a board game, they sit on opposite sides as opponents. Playing with Okeke, she and Brian sat on the floor on adjacent sides of the game. Something in the game was triggering and event, which prompted Okeke to reach over into Brian's crotch area and do something. I could not see exactly what; Brian's back was to me; but I had a good guess from what she had done to Frankie the other day. Likewise, something prompted Brian to reach over into Okeke's vulva area and produce motions that I could only interrupt as fingering her vulva.
I really was trying to read my Steven King novel, The Dead Zone that came out last year. However, they had chosen a spot on the floor directly in my line of sight just above where I was holding my book. All I had to do was raise my eyes to watch. Keona was sitting next to me and I made sure he was aware of the action playing out in front of us. Neither of us could look away.
Eventually she pushed him onto his back as she had done to Frankie the other day and masturbated him to an orgasm. He got up heading to the bathroom; Malea intercepted him with a wet cloth and wiped him clean. He returned to their game and continued to play with the same interactions. This time though Okeke was the one who ended up on her back, and Brian had laid on her between her little legs.
Mother Nature had not shorted Brian of the male instinct of what to do when his penis is inserted in a vagina. Although he could have learned it when placing it in an anus of one of his brothers, I can't be sure. Right now his little ass was pumping up and down, and he wasn't having any problem reaching her vagina.
A male's virginity card has four corners: one for the penetration of your own ass by another male's penis; one for invading another male's ass with your penis; one for putting your penis in a vagina; and one for getting a girl to let you put your penis in her ass.
Until March of this year when Mark entered my life, I still had all four corners (still not counting that 15-year-old, who played I'll fuck your ass then you can fuck mine, only to be denied after he had his turn). Since then, I had surrendered two of them with Mark, but I retain ownership of the female related corners of my virginity card.
Right in front of me 12-year-old Brian, was cutting off at least the third corner of his virginity card as he rutted his little dick in Okeke's vagina. It may have been at her insistence, but he still loses the corner.
Keona grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat, up the stairs, down the hall, and into our room. We closed the door, and Keona continued his dominance, pushing me back against the door. Things got hot and heavy right there.
We locked our mouths in a passionate full-tongue with dueling-lips kiss while our dicks that had become erect on the way to the room rubbed and ground against each other's. Frottage is much more enjoyable with lubricant, but neither of us was willing to break away to reach for it in the bedside table just few feet away. It became a moot point as we cummed pressed together, the semen running down coating our dicks and abdomens.
Now I became the aggressor, pushing Keona backwards. We hit the bed, and he fell backwards. I picked up his legs placing them on my shoulders his beautiful ass still partially hanging off the bed. I used my hand to center my cock at his glory hole and thrust my hips forward, burying my cum-covered cock to the hilt. I used the whole weight of my body swaying back and forth on my feet to power plunge my dick in his ass.
There was a knock at the door, "Are you all right Dad?" Mark called. Our rhythmic grunts and low moans and groans along with our other cries of actual words were unlike anything the boys had ever heard and were genuinely worried.
We weren't going to start hiding from them now, and Keona replied, "Come on in Mark." They entered just as I pulled all the way out and stopped 6 inches away. Mark and Frankie came in to the foot of the bed staring at our position for sex, just as I plunged back to full penetration. Keona told them everything was fine, better than fine actually. I continued swaying pulling out and plunging back in.
This new method took me over the edge, "I'm cumming my love!" I was in a rhythm; my first ejaculation was after I had pulled out. I and the boys who were still staring, saw my semen shoot from my dick and fly across the gap, and enter Keona's gaping hole, a second later my dick followed my semen in and I wrapped my arms around his legs pulling in and stopping my swaying. Now fully embedded, my hips thrust up with each contraction trying to get in deeper. "OH FUCK!" I cried as I pumped out the remains of this orgasm.
I fell forward and Keona spread his legs off my shoulders to allow me to land on his chest. He let me lay there a moment and said, "I gotta try that, I need to cum!" He rolled us over placing me on my back now, allowing him to get up. He stood before me and lifted my legs. My semen was dribbling out of his ass and he captured some with his hand. He wiped it on his dick and unceremoniously thrust in me. "Fuck me," I whimpered at glorious feeling of penetration.
"That's exactly what I'm doing, Love."
"Come on Mark we gotta try that," Frankie said. The bed is too high for their shorter legs, but our settee was perfect. Mark took up a position similar to my own and raised his legs waiting for Frankie as he grabbed the lube. He put just a small amount on himself, moved in, and took control of Mark's legs. He put his dick to Mark's ass and pushed in much more gently than we had. He went to work getting into a rhythm.
He would look over at Keona occasionally who was still in the beginning stages of getting his sway right forward and backward a nice gentle sway that allowed him to slap his balls up against mine. Oh how I love the feeling of him inside me. `Could this ever get old?' I wondered. He was starting to sway more now, his glans was entering the anal canal from the inside, another half-inch, and he would slip out. A couple more repetitions and he did pull out. I waited anxiously for reentry, but he hit too high and I felt his dick slide up across my perineum as he bumped up against me. He swayed back, but this time his hand moved in to hold his dick down, and on the forward sway, his dick hit canter, reopening me, and dived to full depth.
I couldn't see much of what was going on at the couch. Frankie had a good sway going, looked to me like more than enough for his 4 inches to clear. I could tell he was hitting Mark pretty good based on the amount of movement of his body at the moment of deep impact.
Keona increased how far he pulled away, each additional inch added to the return speed, how hard he would bottom-out, and causing me to moan or groan each time. I could feel a third orgasm in my near future. "Oh baby, I'm gonna cum."
"No, not yet, I want to be there with you." I took my dick in hand and stroked it hard and fast urging on my nerve endings to trigger the inevitable orgasm.
"Oh, baby I'm there. I can't hold it!" Keona shouted. That was all I needed, just hearing that set me off. He squirted up in me, and I hit my neck with my first blast, leaving a trail to my stomach. We alternated he'd add to the collection in my colon, I'd add to the collection on my chest. We were in perfect sexual harmony.
"Oh, shit! Holy mother fucker of all turds, god damn. Oh... oh... oh... oh..., aaaaahhhhh. Yup, Frankie cummed too.
"You cheated, you got an extra spurt." I told Keona.
"I cheated? You're the one that cheated; you got a whole extra orgasm. That was your third one in half an hour."
"Oh, yeah, maybe that's why there were only four pulses." I admitted.
"That is a fun method," Keona offered, "it's called the Deep Impact position."
"Why do you know these different positions?"
"You gotta remember I've been admittedly gay longer than you. You've got a lot of catching up to do. Maybe I'll send you some magazine subscriptions for Christmas."
It was almost 11:30 and nearly time for lunch. So we headed downstairs. Brian was back in the boy's room learning the Deep Impact position as Mark was taking his turn at Frankie. Downstairs there was no one. Appears, Malea and Dante have gone shopping. The rain had almost stopped and the wind was back to its normal on-shore flow. The boys noticed about the same time and came flying down the stairs. Without a second thought, they were out the door and in the back yard running for the stairs. They returned minutes later all chattering about the beach missing and wanting to go out.
Keona and I put on our board shorts, but didn't make the boys dress. We figured they wouldn't be seen. Even if they were, we didn't really care. I grabbed the keys. "Might want your shoes, Dad," Mark suggested.
"Shoes, on the beach?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's not that much sand left, it's all rocks."
We added shoes to our wardrobes and went to see what all the fuss was about.
Mark was right, a bit over exaggerated, but still there was a lot of sand missing. Before yesterday, there was about 50 feet of gently sloping beach from the wall to the water. Now the sand only covered the first 20 feet, then nothing but rocks. It was still raining and it was getting warmer. The rain felt cooling. The boys went out to where the sand had been washed away by the crashing waves and found all kinds of shells and live sea creatures. They found many broken shells, but right on the edge of the sand they found a perfect Conch shell at least 12 inches long and 7 to 8 inches in diameter. Keona drained the water from the shell and raised it to his lips. He played one long lonely note and explained the conch shell symbolizes the journey of the Ancient Hawaiians as well as our own journey in how we got to be on this beach at this moment. I told the boys they could each keep one shell of their choosing.
They ran around for a while finding then discarding many shells, finally each came back with the one they wanted. "What about this one. Doesn't one of you want to keep it?" Keona asked.
"No, that's Dad's shell. He is how we got to be on this beach at this moment." Mark stated.
"Thank you boys, this means a lot. I wouldn't be here either without you."
It had almost stopped raining with just the slightest sprinkle remaining, and we were all soaked head to foot. Of course, that wasn't a problem for naked boys. A towel would fix that, and for Keona and me, it was just a wet swimsuit. We still couldn't see another person anywhere on the beach.
Back inside Dante, Malea and Okeke were back and lunch was being prepared. They had gone to the fish market and bought Ono (Wahoo) and shrimp for fish and shrimp tacos. She skewered the fish and shrimps and barbecued then on the gas grill. For the topping she chopped fresh mangoes, red onion, jalapeño, fresh cilantro and combined them, then squeezed the fresh Lime juice over it. Finely sliced red cabbage was added over the salsa and topped with a drizzle of sour cream. We each got two tacos, one Ono, and one shrimp, with chips to dip into the extra salsa. Two was enough; each took two hands to pick up.
During lunch, the news announced that Kamehameha highway was now open. After lunch, we piled in the limo. Since we were just going for a ride, Okeke was allowed to come along; Malea has seen it all before. When I told everyone to get dressed the boys pitched a fit, they didn't want to ruin their whole day in Hawaii in the nude. I relented and told them to bring t-shirt, shorts and footwear. The nude kids trooped out to the limo. In full sight of Kamehameha highway traffic, which for now was next to no traffic.
Keona was in his element as a tour guide he knew everything, every peak, every valley, every historical site, every community, every military base. It was going to be a hard sell to ask him to move to Waco, Texas. What do we have? There Wal-Mart, there's Target. This is our mall. I don't stand a chance. Maybe I should retire to Hawaii.
The views were amazing, between every two peaks there appeared to be a waterfall, or rushing stream. Keona explained, "Most of the high ones will be gone by tomorrow, only to reappear with the next storm." We turned onto highway 63 west bound and there was more of the same; whole mountainsides turned into cascading waterfalls. There was no designated places to stop, but he did anyway right on the shoulder of the road. There wasn't much traffic; it was a Sunday afternoon after a major storm. No locals were out just us Haole (tourists). When we stopped on the side of the road, two other limos stopped right behind us. I got out and took pictures.
We reached the junction of route 63 and H1 and turned towards Honolulu. This time, we exited on highway 61, back towards Maunawili and Kamehameha highway. 61 actually had a couple pullouts for us photo-hungry tourists with spectacular views. I even let the kids get out at one; you couldn't see the best part of the view without walking over to the wall and looking down, so what, if someone saw four naked kids. The kids didn't care. No one saw us anyway, so it wasn't an issue.
I even took their picture at the overlook all lined up on the wall, smiling at the camera.
The highway took us back north the way we came mostly. This time I looked for storm damage, it wasn't hard to find. Earlier when we traveled the road on a regular day, the ocean was right up next to the highway in a few places, this had obviously flooded, and vegetation destroyed. Ocean front homes had damage too, but Keona explained the damage was planned for. Living spaces were on the upper floor, the main floor was the garage, and other less used spaces, the walls on the lower floor were easily replaced plywood, the house could stand without the lower walls. In fact, in case of severe storms, the walls could be removed to lessen the resistance to the incoming high water.
We were home again by 3:00 and the sun was beginning to peek out west of us.
It was much warmer this afternoon. The storm front had brought warmer weather in behind it. We closed up the house and turned the air conditioner on set at a comfortable 75°.
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Keona recognized the boys were getting restless after a 2-hour car ride and suggested another car ride. This one was just a five-minute ride up to Kahuku Beach, which is another unofficial nude beach.
The boys were thrilled about it; Okeke begged to go along. Keona found no reason she couldn't go.
We gathered up suits and other swim stuff. The suits were just in case of other tourists invading our privacy. I didn't make the kids put them on.
Before we left Malea requested we stop at the fish store and buy some Malasadas on the way back.
We parked in a deserted golf course parking lot. The course hadn't opened today since half the day was lost to the storm and the greens and fairways had standing water. We didn't even feel the need to wrap ourselves with towels to walk across the wide-open golf course.
As we walked across the #2 and #7 fairways, Keona explained, "This is Kahuku Municipal Golf Course, and ever since Del Webb Hotel put in their course at Turtle Bay, no tourists ever comes here anymore. It's only the locals now. Mostly retirees, they sometime bring their kids and grandkids so they can swim while they play golf, the kids mostly swam nude, the young one always. If they don't, they don't care if anyone else does."
We reached the beach by climbing over a berm. From the top of the berm, there were no signs of civilization other than the clubhouse, not even a house was in sight.
This beach faces nearly the same direction as the beach at our house and this beach didn't look any worse for the wear. We set out a large blanket today instead of our mats and the kids went to play in the water and to look for more shells.
We laid our towels nearby in case someone walked near us and we could grab them and cover up. That was traditional etiquette on the nude beaches. I saw the similarity to etiquette at Sun Ranch of males covering up their erections when out in the public areas.
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Keona and I started the talk we both knew we needed, but didn't want to have. I told him I loved him, then I came clean about my recent wealth and potential future income, how I sold a single invention for $35 million and still own an electronics company. Some details I couldn't mention due to its classified nature. I told him how my investments alone were making me $6 million a year or $90,000 a week. I told him Waco wasn't a tourists area and didn't have or need a limousine service even though I was using one for the airport run. I told him we could find something for him within my company, or I could help him start his own business, or help him find a job through my contacts. This was how much I wanted him to come home with me to Texas, I would do anything to make him happy.
I told him about being an emergency foster parent for up to two more boys and the license process I was going through.
He told me again of his struggles in college and didn't believe he was capable of the corporate environment.
I told him he was full of shit; his failure in college at age 20 wasn't who he was today. That he was a bright man, now more mature and could do anything he wanted, even go back to school and get a degree if it suited him.
Here in this story, it doesn't sound like we said very much, but this conversation lasted 2½ hours.
I saw the boys coming, "Come with me to Texas, we'll figure it out there. I love you. Love conquers all. We'll make it work."
"I just don't know." The same answer he gave his brother when he asked him to come back to their plantation. I could see my offer was a poor second place to running his family's business with his brother on the big island.
The boys found some shells but none as nice as the ones collected on our beach and now secured in the all-purpose room. 6:00 was high tide and the clean portion of the sand had disappeared. The boys flopped on the blanket, ready to go home.
On the way home, we stopped at the fish market and I ran in to buy the fish Malea requested. I waited at the counter and on my turn asked if they had Malasada. He chuckled at my expense and told me they were up at the front counter with the other pastries.
Pastries? Somewhat embarrassed I went up front half expecting the young woman to send me to the fish counter. "Which are the Malasadas?" I asked. She pointed at a donut-like puffball without the hole, coated in sugar.
"Which flavor do you want?" I think she sensed the confusion and continued saving me from asking any further questions. "We only have Custard, Dobash, uhh, the chocolate flavor and the featured flavor, Pineapple."
"I wasn't expecting choices." Not wanting to leave any base uncovered I made it simple, "Eight of each please." Three pink boxes later I was on my way to the limo.
"Did you get enough there?"
"They had three flavors, I didn't want to discriminate." I didn't admit to my fumble about thinking it was a fish.
Tonight's drink-of-the-day was green! I think she used food coloring. It was still fantastic in spite of its color. Fruity with a heavy taste of lime and there was a lime slice on the sugarcoated rim.
Tonight's dinner was Cowboy night. 6-ounce Filet Mignon, loaded baked potato, Baked Beans and Pani Popo. Ok, not totally cowboy, the beans were Hawaiian Baked Beans with pineapple chunks, green pepper, jalapeno, sweet onion and bacon. They were delightfully different, a little sweet, a little salty, and just a little spicy. The Pani Popo is a Samoan dinner roll.
Malea served dessert at 9:00. She warmed them in the oven first. As we came to pick up our plates, she explained that Malasadas are a Hawaiian specialty. They are advertised to taste like a cloud dipped in sugar and filled with custard, I looked forward to trying the other flavors.
Each night, right after dessert was Okeke's bedtime and she trudged off to bed. No sooner had she gone up, Mark and Frankie came down, but not Brian. Mark explained she was sleeping in their room and they didn't want to disturb her. Brian must be going to bed early tonight. I'll bet even Brian is losing that third corner.
Mark took possession of my lap and Frankie took over Keona's. They both had the same goal, to have an erect penis up in their butts and we gladly obliged their desires, Mark cowboy style, and Frankie reverse cowboy style.
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Our second Malasadas opportunity was at breakfast. This time, along with fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and Portuguese sausage, she served the Pineapple flavor ones.
Today we were going to play tourist all the way. The Polynesian Cultural Center was built by the Mormons as a way to present their religion under the guise of an education on Polynesian Cultures. They presented the Cultures of New Zealand, Fiji, Hawaii, Rapa Nui, Samoa, Tahiti, Tonga, and Other Islands all in separate theme areas. I'm pretty sure they went to Disneyland to learn before building their multiple theme areas for each nationality.
In spite of the heavily religious undertones the presentations were well done, engaging the child with the parents with fun activities. They were both entertaining for the adults and educational for the children. I would call this a must do for any Hawaii vacation. The tour includes an hour round trip to the La'ie Temple Visitors' Center via bus if you so desire. The ticket is included. It was purely religious indoctrination and a waste of my time.
Dante opted out of going, but Malea asked if Okeke could go with us. Keona agreed that she could go and have a good time. He also recommended we skip the luau, as it is a totally fake luau, and is no better than an overcrowded buffet where you have to share tables with strangers. He reminded us that the luau we had at Kahaulelio Horse Ranch on the big island was 100 times more authentic. So we arranged with Dante and Malea that we would come home for dinner at 7:00, which would have been our luau time and come back for the evening show. The center is only 5 minutes away and Dante could shuttle us back and forth.
By the time we came home for dinner Okeke, who'd had a wonderful time, and we had enjoyed her younger enthusiasm, was done for the day. She wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in the show that ended at 9:30 p.m.
We got back home by 10:00 and went straight to bed. Okeke was sound asleep right in the middle of the boy's bed.
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We wanted to be in Hanauma Bay Tuesday morning by 8:00, but it was an hour and 15 minute drive. Breakfast was ready at 6:30 and we left at 7:00. We arrived 15 minutes later than we wanted but we got in before they shut off entries. I paid the entry fee for all of us and we watched an introductory movie about how fragile the ocean actually is. It also covered the rules of snorkeling in the bay, like not touching the ground unless it was sand, and no petting the turtles, or the fish.
We walked down a steep hill and for another fee were loaned a mask, snorkel, and fins. The deposit was substantial, more than what you would pay to purchase the three-piece set. I guess they didn't care if you wanted to keep them and default your deposit.
This is a famous location for snorkeling, but frankly, the coves Mika let us swim in were clearer, had more fish, and had dolphins! We only stayed a couple hours before we got bored.
I also needed more film so after Hanauma Bay we stopped in a camera store in Honolulu to get film. Keona had me inquire about the 14 mm to 24 mm lens for my camera. The salesman was surprised I was asking about a Pro Series lens and quoted a price of $843. I asked about the 35 mm in the same series. It was a paltry $481. Mika'ele's friend had given me $1300 in lenses from the junk drawer. I told him I would think about the lenses, bought my film, and we were on our way.
I did suggest we return the same way we came so we could stop at all the turnouts we had to skip on the way down.
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Checking on my cash reserves early this morning, made me realized I would be needing more cash. I told Keona I would replace his income for the two weeks he spent with us. He has expenses to keep up with and it would only be fair that I replace his lost income. I figured $2000 would cover that.
I needed to pay Dante, even though this was a learning experience for becoming a limo driver, he helped us out with the scuba diving, and he is trying to find a car for Malea, although no luck so far. I figure I'll pay him $700 for the seven days. Malea was offered $250 for cooking for us. She needs the money and I intend to pay her at least that much, more if we don't find her a car. I also need money for Hoaka our scuba instructor for two dives, I haven't even paid him for the first one yet, and that's going to be at least $200 to $300.
On the way north, after stopping at the turnouts and taking more pictures, we stopped at a bank in Kaneohe and I used my debit card to get $5,000.
Back in the car, Keona showed me a hidden safe for my valuables while we were at Kahuku Beach.
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We parked in the same parking spot we did a couple days ago, but the course was open today and there were probably 20 golfers out on the course. We made the boys put on their suits. We walked the long way around the tees and greens so we wouldn't disturb any golfers. On the beach side of the berm, there were two distinct groups, one was six boys all in their early teens all obviously, locals. The other group was a woman with three toddlers. Everyone except the woman was naked.
We set up a good 50 yards away and Keona assured me it was ok to be naked. The boys had brought a Nerf football they found among the toys in the house intending to toss it around in the surf. The two groups of boys quickly met up and a game of five on four developed. I'm not sure what game it was it wasn't football. It might have been a derivation of rugby. They played at the water line; tackles taking place in the water rather than on the sand.
Dante had been over by the boys playing in the surf; we came back and sat down. "Hey Dante, I hate to ask, but is there anything close around here to eat for lunch, other than Giovanni's?
"Yeah, there's a smaller truck there too, fish or shrimp tacos."
"Could you see if the boys' friends would like some lunch then run over and pick it up for us?"
He came back, "Yeah, Kahuna, they're boys, they're all hungry."
"What do they have at the taco truck?"
"Individual tacos, burritos, and plates, that kind of stuff."
"Ok, get us twelve Taco plates with one fish and one shrimp taco, and twelve sodas. Is that enough?"
"Yes, the plates come with rice and macaroni and two good sized tacos.
"How much money you need."
"$50 should cover it."
"Here's $100, leave a 20% tip."
Dante took off, leaving us alone.
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We picked up the conversation Keona and I started on Sunday with Keona's announcement. "I've made a partial decision. I'm not moving to Kona to work on the Plantation with Mika. I love my Bruddah, but I just don't see myself hustling tourists the rest of my life."
"But you'd be in management helping run the coffee business and managing the Kahaulelio family interests all over the islands."
What the fuck am I doing, trying to talk him into staying, instead of coming to Waco with me? What the hell?
Then I realized I wanted what was best for him, even if that didn't include me. But I could fix that with a move of my own.
"The coffee business is huge, with your help, your family could take over the premium coffee industry."
"But I don't want to be an industrial big wig."
"I've been happy these past ten years driving tourists around, but for the past few months, I've been thinking about quitting that. I actually made the decision; your airport to cruise ship was going to be my last tourist gig. Now I'm all confused."
"What were you going to do?"
"I was going to step it up a notch and switching to driving for VIPs, and entertainers, politicians, and corporations."
"Staying on Oahu, I can still go see the family; there are lots of inter-island flights."
"If you come to Texas with me, we'll visit your parents on a regular basis, whenever the boys are out of school, we can fly over. There's plenty of flights from Dallas. We'd come for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Washington's Birthday, spring break, and the whole summer. We can even find us a house near theirs to stay in."
"There's not many houses around their property."
"Then we'll buy some land and build one. We can make this work." I was back on track of pulling him with me.
"I can't ask Mark to give up his best friend, he's got a whole group of friends in his scout troop and school, and now he has Brian. Brian needs stability right now."
So adopt Brian like you did Mark and come live here. You don't need to work, but you could if you want to. I'll let you use my limo and you can drive little old ladies around Honolulu." He said with a big smile. "They're talking about a housing boom coming on Oahu, you could become a developer or a... oh, never mind, I know. . .
"I just don't know what to do, I need more time." He sounded dejected and confused.
The boys and the group of new friends were coming towards us and we cut off the conversation.
Mark introduced us to all six of them by name, they were all related, either brothers of cousins. "Wanna see what we can do?" Mark asked.
"Sure show us."
Mark and one of his new friends, stood toe to toe. His friend who was uncircumcised pulled his foreskin open using two fingers on each hand and the two boys lined up their dicks so their pee holes were joined. Mark held them both steady while the other boy then stretched his foreskin out and over Mark's glans. Taking the joined area in a fist, he jacked both their dicks together.
They managed to cum at the same time and their combined semen filled the boy's foreskin like a balloon till it could hold no more and slipped releasing the cum mostly in Marks direction.
"Isn't that cool?" Mark asked after regaining control of his breathing.
"What's that called?" I asked.
"He calls it docking. You should see it when two of them do it. Both foreskins go over each other's and it makes an even better seal."
"It's schweet!" Brian added.
"That's pretty cool. Stay in the area, Dante should be back soon, he went to get tacos. You're all invited; lunch is on me. So do whatever you were doing but stay close. Keona and I are talking.
"Mark's eyes flashed over to Keona, "Come stay with us. Please?" He and the group ran off below the high tide line, throwing the football to one of the other boys.
"You're ganging up on me."
"Hey I had no part of that; he's overheard some of the things we've said. He knows you're thinking about it. I haven't said a word to any of them."
"But see Mark loves you too. They all like you at the least, you can help me raise them."
"So what is Frankie's story?"
I haven't told you that? Well, they're been friends in Scouts for around two years, . . . . Marks Birthday, . . . . the cucumber, . . . . experiment weekend, . . . . Sun Ranch, . . . . Oak Ridge, Tennessee, . . . . my lawyer and judge. So that's the short story. He's a fun kid, doesn't get himself or Mark into trouble. Now they're hanging out together all summer and we added Brian three weeks ago.
"Does child services know you brought Brian to Hawaii?"
"No, why? Does it matter?"
"I thought you couldn't take a foster kid out of the jurisdiction."
"Well if it's a problem, I'll plead ignorance and ask for forgiveness if they find out. They're the ones that asked me to take him. Frank knows I'm here, he'll cover for me."
Dante came over the berm from the trip to the taco truck. We didn't have to call the boys they came running. They sat on our blanket and ate lunch. It was a glorious sight. A bunch of dark tanned young teenager boys with their young boy dicks sticking out. I took my camera with the 70 – 210 zoom lens up to the top of the berm, and took a couple pictures of the lunch scene below me. All six of our guests ate only one of their tacos and the alpha-boy asked permission for them to take their leftovers home. Dante gave them the empty bags so they could carry them.
They stood and expressed their need to get home. They politely thanked us for lunch. They all put their empty cans in another bag and asked if ours were empty too. They added our cans to the bag. They said their good-byes and climbed the berm to the golf course. They must live somewhere close they were walking home naked.
Keona said, "You know, those lunches are probably two days' worth of food, or they're feeding someone else at home.
I had this pang of guilt that I hadn't done more. Maybe I could move here and help the boys of Hawaii.
We decided to go home too, and picked up all our trash and swim stuff. Keona, Dante, and I put our suits on for the trip to the car. I didn't make the boys get dressed. We did take the long way around the golf course to the limo.
As we were walking, Mark said, I need to buy a new Nerf football to replace the one we borrowed from the house."
"Oh, why, did somebody throw it too far out in the ocean?"
"No, I gave it to the guys, they'd never seen one like it and thought it was cool, so I gave it to them. I'll pay for it, I brought some of my own money."
I guess I did see the smaller kid with a ball tucked under his arm as they were leaving, I just assumed it was theirs. But what Mark had just done made me so proud of him, not only because not only he had given the football to someone who needed it, but also took responsibility for replacing something he had borrowed and couldn't return.
We were home in the early afternoon and had no plans for the rest of the day. Malea ask if we had anything else planned for this evening. I said other than dinner, no.
She kept herself busy as usual, and I noticed she used the phone a couple times, and was talking with Keona quietly.
Keona came and sat next to me interrupting Steven King again. "We have an idea for something to do tonight."
"Ok, I'm game. What?"
"Have you ever heard of Don Ho?"
"Of course, he's been on Ed Sullivan and had a TV show a few years back."
"You know he's Hawaiian?"
"Yeah."
"He played three shows, five nights a week at Duke Kahanamoku's Restaurant in the International Marketplace, near your original hotel in Honolulu. His shows were always sold out, 700 seats. Right now, he's not performing locally, but tonight he's playing at a private birthday party for one of his brothers at a downtown restaurant. Malea's been invited. We can all go, if you'll spring for the dinner for our group."
"Oh, that sounds fun when do we leave?"
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We dressed up tonight, which meant wearing our Hawaiian aloha shirts. We also went downtown a little early to look around the International Marketplace. We parked and as soon as we hit Kalakaua Rd., the boys spotted an ABC store and took off to find the Nerf football. The rest of us waited outside.
"So Malea how is it that you scored an invitation to Don Ho's brother's birthday?"
"Oh, I knew the whole family. I grew up three houses down from them in Kaneohe. We were neighbors. I got my first cooking job at his parent's bar, Honey's. Later, when Don started singing at Duke Kahanamoku's restaurant, he got me a job there and I worked my way up. By the time Don left Duke's in 1970, I was chef Malea. I designed their current menu. I stayed a couple more years, then Okeke needed me so I quit the rat race and now I cook for people like you.
"Wow! Now I see why your cooking is so delicious! I have told you that it's delicious haven't I?"
"Yes, every morning after breakfast, and every night after dinner," she laughed.
The boys returned after a successful purchase. Then we walked around the marketplace killing time before our dinner show.
We entered the restaurant and the host recognized Malea immediately and gave her a hug. We were given a table right down front. This time, it was Malea's friendship that got us a good table.
They brought us menus and rattled through the nightly specials. "Whatever you order, don't get the specials. It's yesterday's leftovers." Malea warned. She glanced at the menu and told us what was good.
Don was moving about the restaurant greeting everyone and was pleased when he saw Malea. He came to our table, gave her a big hug, and kissed her cheek. He recognized Keona too. She introduced us as friends from the mainland. Don was gracious and friendly, welcoming us to Hawaii. He even chatted with the boys and Okeke a minute.
When dinner was over a large cake was brought out and Don led the singing of Happy Birthday to his bruddah. I heard a guy playing a ukulele along with the song and saw it was a huge man standing in the back of the room with this absurdly small ukulele. It almost looked comical. Malea told me his name was Israel Kamakawiwoʻole, a friend of Don's and an up and coming singer.
With the cake served, Don stepped up on the raised platform and sat behind an electric organ. He reigned for nearly two hours, entertaining his bruddah, family, friends, and acquaintances. He sang everyone's favorite songs and told jokes. He brought Malea on stage and joked that she should have married him when he proposed. She rebuked him by telling everyone that he was fifteen and she was only five! They sang a song together.
He called up a young man who had sung occasionally during his shows at Duke's. It was the guy who had played the ukulele at the back of the room. He introduced Bruddah Iz of the Makaha Sons of Niʻihau band. He was already known to most of the audience. Iz struggled to walk up to the stage; he suffered from obesity and weighed in the neighborhood of 600 pounds. When he started to sing the whole room fell silent as his tenor voice filled the room with a Judy Garland song. His version of Judy's "Over the Rainbow" was beautiful and he dedicated it to the birthday boy. Don ended his performance with his signature song "Tiny Bubbles."
It was late when we got out; Malea had several people to say hello to. I got to carry a sleepy Okeke back to the limo after the show.
On the way home, realized I'd never gotten a bill for the dinner. Malea eased my fears that we had dine and dashed, she told me Don had paid for everyone. There were 200 people in that restaurant.
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Author's note:
The date of the sinking of the Mahi
was actually in 1986, but I am taking
literary license in this fictional story
and moving it back to fit the timeline
of my characters diving there in 1980.
As of the date this story was written,
it is still a popular dive site.
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Wednesday morning found us about as far away from our dive boat as we could possibly get and still be on Oahu. It was going to take us at least 1½ hours to get there and we agreed to meet Hoaka at 9:00. Dante is again going to be our safety second instructor.
Since we weren't certified divers we weren't supposed to go on this dive, but based on our experience with him last week, he felt comfortable taking us. In the harbor, he went over many of the safety precautions he had taught us before and quizzed us on some things to make sure we remembered.
He explained, "Out first dive is to the shipwreck Mahi which was sunk on purpose in 1976. The Mahi is a 176 foot minelayer that now rests upright in 90 feet of water. The main deck of the ship is at around 65 feet.
"Visibility here is usually some of the best you'll find for that depth. You will most likely see white-spotted eagle rays and a good number of turtles; they like to lay on the top deck. Advanced divers can go inside the ship, but we are not. Understand? No going inside the ship.
"The wreck itself is becoming encrusted in coral and is already home to a wide variety of reef fish. We're going to examine the top deck and if there is time, we'll drop over the side and go to the bottom to give you a 90-foot dive.
"We're going to split into two groups, Dante will take Keona and Frankie; I will take Allen, Mark and Brian. Stay near your leader. We'll meet up before going deeper. Watch Dante or myself for instructions. Since we will be going so deep, we are required to do a safety stop at 15 feet for 3 minutes before surfacing.
"What's the safety stop for?" I asked.
"It's a subject we don't teach in the introductory course, it has to do with the buildup of nitrogen gas in the bloodstream from breathing compressed air.
"If you like, next time you come to Hawaii, you can take the Open Water Diver course and become a certified diver."
We got in the water and formed our two groups. Hoaka had brought a spare tank with him. "Let yourself sink!"
We each followed our leader allowing Dante and his group to go first. We followed the mooring line to the buoy line that led down to the ship. Along the way, there was a spot where Hoaka clipped the spare tank to the line. At first, we couldn't see the ship, but several feet down a shape came into view. Just above the wreck, we let go of the line and swam slowly over the ship.
We swam along one side of the ship while the other group did the other. We passed each other over the stern where there were about twenty turtles all over the deck; they looked like they were sleeping. We swam back to the bow stopping to look inside using Hoaka's dive light. Even inside the ship there were fish swimming about. They didn't seem afraid of us either; guess they thought we were just big fish or maybe seals because of our black wetsuits. Our two groups met back together at the bow and with hand signals, Hoaka asked if everyone was ready to go deeper. He waited for each of us respond, and then signaled to follow him over the side.
All around us were large schools of fish. One school swam through our group avoiding each of these funny looking obstacles with all the bubbles. We stayed a couple feet off the bottom at 90 feet below the surface. Hoaka did an air check and we all indicated the pressure remaining with our fingers. We swam slowly back along the ship then went back up at the stern for another look at the turtles. They might not be asleep, they might be dead, they hadn't moved. We swam above the ship now headed towards the buoy line for our trip to the surface.
We stopped at the spare tank just holding the line or on to someone who was holding the line. That seemed like a long time waiting for three minutes to pass. We could look up and see our boat floating above us.
We finally surfaced and inflated our PFD (personal flotation devise) and swam to the stern on the boat and waited for Dante to get out and remove his equipment. In turn, each of us approached the platform where Dante helped remove our tank and weight belt to make it easier to climb out.
The ocean was incredibly calm today after the storm three days ago, and it was also incredibly hot in the sun. Mark asked, "Do we hav'ta to wear the wetsuits on our next dive?"
"Well, it will be a little cool, but no, you can dive without them," Hoaka answered. Dante leaned over and said something to Hoaka we couldn't hear.
Everybody stripped out of the oppressive wetsuits in the heat. Mark then asked, "Do we hav'ta wear our swim suits?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "Only if another boat comes near us." He looked in a 360° circle around us. "And we're the only boat out here this morning."
Now excited about the prospects the next logical question was asked by Brian, "Can we do our next dive naked?"
Hoaka answered in a non-committal, "We'll have to see if anyone is around before we dive."
That got a high-five between the boys. During our rest period, Hoaka got out a second breakfast of fresh fruits and pastries from a bakery. He gathered up all the wetsuits putting them below deck and went about removing some weight from each weight belt since it no longer had to compensate for the buoyant suit. I got up on the forward deck and took pictures looking down on the scene in the back half of the boat. Dante and Hoaka stayed professional. The rest of us went ultra-casual.
We had to kill at least an hour before our next dive so we just floated about and the boys went up on the bow deck and laid out. Their tans were getting really dark. I had to explain Brian's bruises again, but I didn't mind, it made me glad that people cared. It's been 16 days since he received his beating, and the bruises disappearing.
We motored over to the second dive site and anchored off the reef.
Hoaka gathered us all together and described the dive. "This is Makaha Caverns. As you can see we're only about 200 yards off Makaha Beach. This is a shallow-water dive only 25 to 45 feet and you get to swim through converging lava tubes that form a spacious underwater cavern. It's well lit by holes in the tubes; we'll also have two dive lights for looking into cranks and crevasses. We'll stay in our same groups as we go through. Inside the caverns are many creatures unique to Hawaii, including sea turtles, octopuses, eels, and whitetip reef sharks. These are not great white sharks; they're not going to eat you.
He stood tall again and looked all around, "I don't see any other dive boats around, so you can wear whatever you want on this dive. Let's get our gear on." We got everything but our wetsuits, back on and waited for the word to go. I had Hoaka take another group photo in our new invisible diving outfits. When all was ready we stepped through the open door in the stern and off the platform into the water.
At first, it was really cold, the water temperature was 80°, but since we had all been so hot in the sun, it seemed colder. It didn't take long though and we got used to it, it was still a little chilly, but not freezing.
We had another great dive swimming through the lava tubes, we could easily see where we were going, but having the dive lights was great to be able to see all the shy underwater creatures hiding in dark crevices. It also helped that they knew where to look. The sharks were really neat! We saw an octopus that just kind of oozed its way along the coral.
We were back on the boat about noon headed for the marina.
After our first dive with Hoaka he told me to hold off paying him till after the second dive. I asked him how much I owed him, and he gave me a number, I doubled it for his willingness to flirt with some of the rules and for allowing us to scuba naked.
We took our time getting home. We stopped at an L&L for lunch. They're the fast food take-out of Hawaii. Similar to Ted's bakery we got plate lunches, same scoops of rice, macaroni salad and 1, 2, or 3 meat combos. Keona and Dante got the Loco Moto plate, and the boys and I split two, 3-meat combo pates. It was plenty for four. Especially knowing we'd be stopping for more of Matsumoto Shave Ice later.
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Since it was only a minor detour and we had plenty of time, we drove through Punchbowl Crater. It is an extinct volcanic cone, formed 75,000 to 100,000 years ago. It is located within the city of Honolulu. From the surrounding streets, it just looks like a big hill. Inside the crater is the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific. We drove around the cemetery where over 13,000 soldiers and sailors who died during World War II were buried. Seeing all those headstones in perfect rows is a sobering sight, and to think that some opposed to building a `city of the dead' above Honolulu `a city of the living'.
We got back on H1 west, then turned on to H2 stopping at the Dole pineapple orchard in the middle of the island. We were surprised at the nice little tour we were given just outside the fruit stand and bought some knowing Malea could always use it. You can't get a fresher pineapple than the one that the staff member cut off a plant for us. We bought a variety of fruit with Keona's help.
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As we neared Waialua, where Keona and Dante live, Dante told us he had a lead on a car for Malea and asked if I wanted to see it. Keona's mechanic had already approved it, and it was a good deal.
We detoured into the residential area of Waialua, and stopped at his friend's house. He came out and showed us the car. It was at 1972 Chevrolet Vega, low mileage, nicely maintained, paint was even decent for being so near the ocean. I knew the car went for about $2500 new, but a similar new car today would be closer to $4500. Time was running out and so far, we hadn't found a decent car for her. I peeled off the $700 he was asking and bought it. Keona took over driving the Limo and Dante drove the Vega and followed us.
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Mark proved his power of recollection, "Aren't we close to Polo Beach?" he asked.
"Yes just down that road a bit."
"Dad, can we? Please?"
"Yeah, can we?"
"Come on dad, one last time?"
I allowed myself to be talked into going there, "But just for an hour," I said.
Yeah, right, for an hour. We got the beach stuff out of the trunk and made the hike. They played in the surf with kick boards for an hour and laid out on the beach. Then they went back in the water again. Keona and I played with them a while but returned to our towels to just sit and watch them have fun We didn't do anything special other than sit around naked, with Dante there with us, it just didn't feel right. I played the `mean dad card' and made them pack up to go home after 2 hours.
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Next was the mandatory stop at Matsumoto Shave Ice. The decision there is not what to get, it's what flavors to put on it. Six bowls later and a washing under the hose, and Keona cleared us to get back in his limo.
We stopped for gas filling both vehicles, and I paid with my card for both cars.
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Next stop should be the house. I knew we were having ribeye steaks for dinner tonight, and the thought struck me that surf and turf would be great for dinner. I had Keona pull off at Giovanni's Shrimp Truck and I purchased three with no rice and no macaroni. Told the young lady we would be having surf and turf for dinner tonight. As I was handed my garlic shrimp, the guy told me they added a couple extra because of the lack of side dishes. I left a nice tip in the jar. Dante pointed out the Taco truck that supplied us the fish and shrimp tacos the other day.
I told Dante that when we got to the house he should try to hide the car alongside the limo, and we could surprise Malea tomorrow. Now, the next stop was the house, it was only five minutes south of Giovanni's.
We got to the house about 4:30, actually surprising Malea; she wasn't expecting us just yet. I handed over the fruit and shrimp asked for them to be included with dinner, I pointed out the pineapple had been cut off the plant just for us.
We took all of our stuff upstairs, because tomorrow morning we needed to pack. We came back down and we were sans clothing for the fourth time today, if you count breakfast.
Malea had cut up my fresh pineapple making a plate of slices, she sprinkled Li Hing Mui powder on half of it. She also had our drinks ready too also made with fresh pineapple, almost like a slushy and I detected rum. Guess which half of the pineapple slices went first, more powder was necessary, thankfully, the dispenser was right there. I think I'm addicted to the stuff.
Okeke was happy to have the boys back; she even helped them carry some of their stuff upstairs. Some excited outbursts and giggling minutes later indicated just what they were doing upstairs.
The realization that tonight was our last night in Hawaii was starting to set in. The thought that I was going back to Texas and Keona was going back to driving tourists or VIPs around Honolulu was bothering me.
Our salad at dinner contained many of the fruits we had purchased today. Malea had marinated the rib eye steaks in another secret concoction and enlisted me to cook them on the outdoor barbecue. She removed the shells from the Giovanni's shrimp and put them on skewers for me to lightly brown. These rib eyes were huge. I was cooking three pieces of 1½" thick meat for eight of us.
Malea completed all the side dishes in the kitchen while I was working the meat station outside at the barbecue.
When it came time for dessert she showed us this awesome looking frozen thing, she called it Kimo's Original Hula Pie. It has a thick Oreo cookie crust piled with eight inches of ice cream. The perfect mound was then covered in fudge and frozen. When she served it, she added hot fudge, and a ton of chopped macadamia nuts, and the edge was covered with whipped cream.
The first bite revealed the ice cream was Vanilla, but had coconut flavor and macadamia nuts mixed in before it was frozen. Every bite was heaven.
"So who was Kimo that came up with this delicious pie?" I asked between bites.
Her answer was simple, "Kimo was the owner of Kimo's restaurant where I was working on Maui when I invented the recipe. Since I was working for the restaurant, they owned whatever I developed."
Thursday was our last day in Hawaii. Mark and Frankie having hiked before with the troop had said they wanted to do the hike at Diamond Head State Monument. Brian, never having had to do much walking at all, was a bit leery of such an outing.
Keona and I assured him the hike was not that intense and he would do ok, after all, he had walked around the cultural center all day with no ill effect. The plan developed for the day was to do the hike, return to the house for lunch, help Malea and Okeke get home (surprise them with the car), and have one last nude swim in the ocean at Kahuku Beach before leaving for the airport.
Malea really went all out for our last breakfast. Starting at 6:00 yesterday evening, she had slow cooked a pork roast that by morning had filled the entire house with the smell of Kalua Pork.
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We drove a little over an hour to get to the parking lot in the center of the crater. The 0.8 mile trail to the summit was completed in 1911 as part of Oahu's coastal defense system. The trail from trailhead on the crater floor to the summit was steep but not too bad for my Boy Scouts and Brian had no problem either as we gained 560 feet as we ascended the peak. The hike was a double educational opportunity; it was a look into the geological makeup of a volcano, and the military history of this crater.
The trail is mostly the natural volcanic material with many switchbacks traversing the steep interior slope of the crater wall. Near the top were steep stairs and a 225-foot tunnel. At the summit, was the Fire Control Station, completed in 1911, that directed artillery fire from batteries in Waikiki. Thers and a navigational lighthouse added in 1917 just outside the crater.
The postcard view of the shoreline of south Oahu made the climb all worth it. As much as Diamond Head towers over Honolulu, at the summit, we now looked down on the city.
If you're 60 and had a hip replacement, the hike is 2 hours round trip, not so long if you have three exuberant teens. We were back at home in time for lunch.
Malea had our drink-of-the-day ready as soon as we were able to get comfortable (i.e. get our clothes off) It was the traditional Pina Colada, just made better and with fresher ingredients instead of mixes.
Lunch was more Kalua pork over red beans with dirty rice with a tropical fruit chutney, and local fresh fruit kabobs. Dessert was giant chocolate chip cookies like the ones on Maui. There was one extra for each of us for the flight home.
The kids all disappeared upstairs after lunch. Okeke was losing her new friends and was sad to see them go. I'm sure she said good-bye in her own way in their bedroom.
I gave Malea an envelope with the $250 she had agreed to, plus a $50 tip. Keona and I helped get all her cooking dishes and utensils packed up, then packed up all the leftover food for her to take home. Their suitcases were by the door. And we offered to help carry them to the limo for her ride home.
Reaching the trunk of the Limo, the Vega was in full sight. She asked, "You know whose car parked here, is it the house owner's?
"No Malea," I said as I put down the box I was carrying. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the keys, "Actually it's yours." I reached out dangling the keys for her to take.
"That's not my car, mine dead."
"You're right Dante and Keona looked at your old car. It was dead, so they helped me find you a replacement. This is your car!"
She nearly dropped the box she was carrying. She set it down barely able to contain her excitement or her tears.
We packed up her trunk with the boxes, food, and suitcases.
Keona asked her if she could give Dante a ride home, she readily agreed. He told Dante to get packed; his part of the job was over. I told Keona I was paying him $500. Keona told me no way should I pay him more than $300. When he came out with his bag, I gave him $300 cash, and said our good-byes.
When Dante came out, the boys brought Okeke out actually dressed. Only the fourth time I had seen her wearing clothes. The boys on the other hand were now standing in the yard adjacent to Kamehameha Highway completely naked, saying good-bye to Malea.
For me saying good-bye to Malea and Okeke was hard. I tried to express my thanks to Malea for becoming such an important part of this week. I told her she was instrumental in making it turn out to be a fantastic vacation. Then she stopped me from talking.
"This is not good-bye for you and me, Allen Jeffries. You and Keona, you gonna work out, you see. Wedding here or Texas, I am there. Maybe before too. No one knows what's in the future." Somehow, she knew something of the future that I didn't know.
She got in her car and drove off, waving the shaka hand sign out the window.
Now it was just the five of us. First we would pack the majority of our stuff, then go to Kahuku Beach, come back here and shower, dress in our best Hawaiian clothes, and head to the airport to arrive around 6:30. That would give us time to snack in the Admirals club before our flight.
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We drove up to the beach and got the exact same parking spot again, I guess I shouldn't be surprised; it's the furthest away from the clubhouse. I think we're parking next to the guy running the place. Same truck as last time too.
We're not asking the boys to wear their suits this time either, there's even less people on the course, and only three cars in the parking lot by the entrance. We grabbed our blanket and all the toys and trekked straight across the fairways seeing only two golfers who waved us across before they teed off.
We found a nice spot on the deserted beach. "Are you guys going to swim with us?" Mark asked Keona and me.
"You go ahead, we'll be along later. We're going to talk for a while first."
Mark look at Frankie, "Frankie, would you take Brian with you; I need to talk with Dad and Keona for a minute." They nodded and headed to the water with their kickboards.
"Ya know it's not like we don't know what you're talking about. The walls in the house aren't soundproof, and other times you just say things out in the open.
"We know you both really, really like each other, maybe even love each other. Dad, you know I love you with all my heart, and Keona, I have a really good strong feelings for you too, you're the second most special person in my life right now. I think I'd like it if you were to live with Dad, he needs somebody beside me and a bunch of foster kids. Parents are supposed to come in pairs. He's gonna need someone to help him. He's gonna have a couple more boys before very long, he's licensed for three.
"Two weeks isn't long enough to know you really love someone, that's why you need to come live with us a while, see if we're the match you need, and for Dad to see if you're who he needs.
"I must admit though, I'm not sure what I'll call you, if I end up with two dads. I don't think "Mom" would fit you very well.
"So you two go ahead and talk about what you need to talk about. I just wanted you both to know that I'm in with it, if you want to come visit us for a month. I'm not sure how long is long enough for you guys to figure it out, but you could stay as long as you need to.
"You two need to come swim with us, this is our last time in the ocean for a while." Mark got to his knees and crawled over to Keona and kissed him like he was already his parent. "Love you both!" and ran to play in the surf.
Keona and I were both kinda stunned.
Are you raising him, or is he raising you? Keona asked. "That's one bright, sensitive, intelligent, thoughtful kid; and someone just GAVE him to you?"
"Yup, gift wrapped him too." I said referring to his mother's pre-filled paperwork.
We sat there in silence just watching the boys play for a while. Then Keona said, "I do like you a lot, I may even love you, but Mark is right, two weeks isn't long enough to make life-changing commitments. Can we really tell the difference between love and infatuation?"
"You know what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder?"
"Yeah."
"I ain't so sure about that. In my experience, every time my heart released the other guy. I believe that if we were meant to be together, my heart would have hurt like hell wanting him back." Keona shared.
"My heart is already hurting at the thought of being away from you. But maybe you're right. I'm taking the boys back to Texas, and we'll both get to see how we feel about that. I've only been gay two weeks and I'm ready for you to move in with me."
"Says the 33 year-old-virgin."
"Hey, I'm 34 and not a complete virgin. Just a vaginal virgin."
"You've been gay a lot longer than two weeks; you've just never admitted it," Keona replied. But is it really possible that you can fall in love with the first man you have an affair with?
"I've admitted to being a gay man for 21 years and I've never found the right guy, to move into a committed relationship with yet. When I do, and if it's with you, I want it to be right for both of us.
"So let's try this separation thing. Once we're apart, we'll see how serious we were. We can talk every day if we have to.
"Come on; let's go play with the boys. There's no place like a Hawaiian beach, especially a nude beach."
The boys were playing in the shallower water, one to two feet at the most. Keona and I waded out to where it was higher than our waists. We played our own game of grab-ass, but it wasn't asses that we were grabbing. When Keona was ready he wrapped his arms around me from behind and with my legs wide-spread slipped his dick up in my ass. There was no effort required on our part, we just stood there, and the rolling surges of the ocean waves moved us forward and backward. Not too much, just enough to cause movement between the surfaces where we were connected. Internally, he was pushing my joy button with every movement. My sperm drowned in the ocean, his suffocated, in my rectum, but not before providing us both with a few moments of exquisite ecstasy as we cummed together. Not for the last time, hopefully.
We joined the boys playing around till it was finally time to go, we gathered up everything, and Keona and I put our suits on. The boys had their towels if necessary, but this late I doubted we'd see anyone. When we reached the limo, the owner of the truck next to us reached his vehicle at the same time. He was the manager of the clubhouse, and the sole employee of the course. I told him I hoped we weren't an imposition, parking in his lot and walking on the fairways, and he blew off that notion. He was happy we came to use the beach.
The boys were standing right there with us and I didn't see anything that indicated he noticed they were naked. He truly must not have cared.
We drove back to the rental house and went through Keona's trunk for anything we needed to pack. We left the sand mats, but took our Hawaiian beach towels and a few other things we found.
In the master bedroom, I handed Keona the envelope with the money I had promised him. I think I hurt his feelings. "How can I take this?" he asked.
"Easy, you put it in your pocket and when your rent is due you use it the pay your landlord. I told you I was going to replace your income when I invited you on the cruise. That's all I'm doing. You have expanses, rent, limo maintenance; you're probably out of groceries."
"True and my jerk roommate is going to be out on his ass by the weekend. I'm done with him after he used my limo without permission. Dante and I talked some about it, and he's going to move in and we'll better utilize the limo with two drivers and he gets to learn the business.
We all showered one last time making sure to get all the salt and sand off our bodies. We don't need itchy skin while flying to Dallas. I told the boys to pack as much as possible in the roller bags, very little would be needed on board the airplane, most of their time would be spent asleep. The three of them came up with a single carry-on containing their animal friends. While I was packing my large rolling bag, Keona handed me a bag, in it was a five-pound bag of Kahaulelio Plantation Keona Select 100% Pure Kona Coffee. "First bag to ever make it to the mainland," he said. I knew this was special, it was a larger version of the bag he had given Charles and Malea. "So you'll have something to remember me."
I told him, "I won't need coffee to remember you. I don't think I'll ever forget you."
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With our suitcases all packed we were ready to leave. The airport is about an hour away and we left in plenty of time. Keona and I sat in the front and the boys in back. Everyone was a bit subdued, sad that we were leaving. At the 1st Class passenger drop-off we checked our luggage at the curbside check-in. The boys all hugged and kissed Keona good-bye, Mark sheading a tear as he did. He said, "I hope we see you soon!" before letting go.
I stood before him and him before me just looking at each other. "It's starting to hurt already," I said and we clutched each other in a passionate embrace that we held for a long time.
Then some asshole yelled, "Fucking faggots! Get a room!" We both saluted him by raising our middle fingers in his direction.
We finally broke apart and neither of us had dry eyes. "That asshole is probably from Texas. They aren't as progressive there."
"And that's where you want me to move?" he joked in reply.
With the seriousness of the mood broken, we were able to say good-bye. I grabbed my camera bag and the boys and I went inside, turning again to wave through the glass.
With check-in complete, we made our way to the Admirals Club of American Airlines. I presented my club card and the host admitted us into the inner sanctum after telling us our flight was on schedule. We found a nice quite corner with a table and two couches, not far from the buffet. The boys were hungry, and made several trips, they had a nice assortment of Hawaiian appetizers, fruits, mini sandwiches, and desserts. But none of it as good as what Malea had made for us. I'm saving the cookies for the plane.
The host came and got us when our flight began boarding.
In the plane Mark offered to let Brian sit with me again as he did on the flight going to Hawaii. It was his first flight and he was apprehensive about it. This time there were no such concerns and Brian allowed Mark to sit next to me.
We departed on time with an uneventful take-off. As soon as drinks were served, the cookies came out and shortly the first movie started requiring the cabin lights to be dimmed. We'd had a full day and within an hour of takeoff the boys fell asleep. Somewhere over the Pacific, it became tomorrow.
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Early August 1980
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The flight takes 7 hours and 20 minutes of actual flying time, but with the time difference, we were landing 12 hours and 20 minutes later. We were awakened at 7:30 a.m. local time and were served a decent breakfast, and we landed about a half hour early. The boys mostly slept through the whole flight, except when Mark and Frankie went to the bathroom together. I know how small those bathrooms are and I suspect that they became members of the mile-high club based on the grins they had on their faces coming back to their seats.
Brian was disappointed that we didn't land twice as the pilot made a smooth landing. I'm going to have to tell him a bounced landing isn't necessarily a good thing.
The menagerie of stuffed animals never left their backpack, as they were not needed to protect their owners from any dangers.
We deplaned and made our way to baggage claim where I once again spotted the little sign held up with neatly printed letters, JEFFRIES. It was our driver from our ride to the airport, James.
He recognized us about the same time and welcomed us back to Dallas. We secured our luggage and made our way to his limo. He asked about our delayed return and I told him how our driver in Honolulu had talked us into staying a week after our cruise.
He got us situated and showed us the snacks he brought for us. Then, from the front seat, he said, "I know you want to say it. Where to Sir?"
"Home James."
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Two hours and 10 minutes later, we pulled up in front of the house. Just seeing the front reminded me of why we'd gone to Hawaii, the remodeling of the patio! It should be complete.
We hurried into the house after tipping James and getting his personal business card should we ever need his services again. We dropped everything in the living room and hurried out back.
It was stunning. My instantaneous thought the moment I saw it was that this was the patio of David Hasselhoff of Baywatch. Simply astonishing, extraordinary, and sensational all rolled up into one.
Before I could make the call, three naked boys pushed past me on their way to the pool. Wonderful Texas summer heat, it was 97° already and not even noon.
I immediately called Big John, but reached his boss as John was out on another job. I nearly slobbered on the phone lavishing praise on Big John and his crew. I couldn't impress on him enough how pleased I was. He promised to have Big John stop by after he got off his other job.
He told me the commercial shoot had gone well. They actually got body double actors in place of Michelle Pfeiffer and Brooke Shields.
I again confirmed my approval of their work and reminded him to send me a bill. He admitted he'd already sent it to my office. I went back inside and turned the air conditioner on with the fan on high. It was nice being home, but being here without Keona . . . it made me sad.
I called Frank, but got his assistant, so just left a message that we were home, then called Kerri. She was home and asked if she could bring Staci over. I told her, sure, come on over. I told Frankie his mom and sister was on the way.
The one thing I accomplished on the return flight was to make a list of all the things I needed to do when I got home. I pulled the list and started at the top.
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While not on my list, I realized that with company coming and lunchtime fast approaching, food would soon become important. With nothing in the fridge other than frozen hamburger patties, I called our favorite pizza delivery service and ordered a large pizza, then in a last second change decided leftovers would be good to have and changed the order to two pizzas.
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I called my office assistant. She was very nonchalant, yes, everything was fine, payroll was done, deliveries were all on schedule, she had pre-screened candidates for me to interview next week on Monday for the research department head, and Brian's doctor appointment was Tuesday 9:00 a.m.
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Just as I hung up, the doorbell rang, then a call-out from the other side. "It's just us Allen, Kerri, and Staci. We know what you're wearing." I opened the door admitting them. "Hi Allen, I called Frank, he's coming over on his lunch break." They stopped in the living room to remove their clothing, then I walked them out to the patio. "Oh my God, this is fantastic Allen."
Frankie jumped from the pool hearing his mom, running to her arms. He even gave Staci a hug too. Then remembering his manners, he introduced Brian to his mom and sister. Brian was a bit surprised; he wasn't expecting to see anyone else naked in the house. This was only the second woman or girl after Malea and Okeke that he had seen naked, and at 11-years-old, Staci was his size too. He did his best to greet Frankie's family without getting from the pool. But Staci wasn't having any of that shyness stuff, she jumped in the pool right next to Brian. She took his hand and placed it on her vulva. "Feel that? That's my vulva. I'm a girl," She reached over grabbing Brian's dick, "Yup! And you're a boy. Get over it." He was over his bout of embarrassment and treated Staci just like any other pre-teen.
The doorbell sounded again. "That's probably Frank," Kerri stated. Assuming it was I opened the door without checking.
"Oh my god, Phil! I'm sorry," I blubbered as I reached for my emergency pants. "I was expecting Judge Wilson. In fact, there he is just pulling up."
"Well don't get dressed on my account. Mind if I come in and `get comfortable'?"
"Yes, of course." I said hopping out of the way so he could enter. I must have looked ridiculous, hopping on one foot with my stretch pants partially on one leg.
"What I didn't have time to tell you in Judge Wilson's chambers is that I'm a bit of a nudist too. But my sister is not," he said, as he was unbuttoning his shirt on his way to being naked as well. I understand you've been to Sun Ranch as well."
Frank came in the open door, and laughed aloud at the scene in front of him. "I'm sorry Phil, I hadn't gotten a chance to tell Allen about this side of you," he said as he closed the door. Frank also began removing his clothes and I gave up on my emergency pants and let the drop to the floor then hung them back over the chair.
Just as we entered the patio again, the doorbell rang. This time I carefully put my emergency pants on and answered the door. It was the pizza delivery GIRL. Good thing I didn't assume it was Roger. I gave her $30 for the pizzas and took them out back. I did have sodas and beer in the fridge, and got paper plates out for lunch.
"Allen, this patio is unbelievable. The workmanship is amazing. How does it all work?" Frank asked.
"I don't know yet, Big John is coming over after he gets away from his other work site to show me. I do know some of the pool controls." I flipped some of the switches turning on the waterfall, the mist system, and the pool water spouts.
The four adults sat around the teak table eating pizza while the kids sat around a coffee table
"Oh man that mist system feels good," Kerri declared. "Our air conditioner stopped blowing cool air this week and they can't get to us till next week."
"Well you're welcome to stay here till it's fixed. I have a spare bedroom; Staci can stay in with the boys. Mark's couch is a hide-a-bed.
"Really, that would be wonderful. The last couple of nights have been stifling. Even without clothes and all the fans on, it was unbearable.
"Phil, you're being awfully quiet. What's up?" I asked the CPS caseworker.
"Oh, not much, I was trying to touch base with you earlier this week and couldn't get ahold of you. Frank said today would be a better day, so I just thought I'd stop by. You know, official foster home type visit. Let's me put a check-mark in a box under your name."
"Oh, is that all. You wanna check Brian's butt? It's almost better. We have a check-up on Tuesday. And my list of to-dos today is to call the school district about registering him for the fall."
"Yeah, I would like to see it if you don't mind."
"You mean if he doesn't mind don't you?" I asked with a smile. "Hey Brian, would you show Mr. Patton you butt please?"
"Sure!" Brian came over and stood next to Phil's chair. "Can I just lay across your lap?"
Phil pushed his chair away from the table and Brian laid across his knees, presenting his buttocks for inspection. Phil ran his hand gently over the round globes of boy flesh. He noted some very slight yellowish discoloration where the last of the bruises was still fading. I definitely saw a finger trail up through his crack and brush lightly over his anus. Brian even flinched slightly at the touch. "Wow, you almost completely better Brian, smooth as a baby's bottom."
He helped Brian off his lap and was almost successful at hiding his own erection after fondling Brian's behind. Brian's on the other hand, stuck out proudly having been aroused by Phil's touch.
"Thank you Brian, that's all I needed. We noticed you hadn't taken him back to the county clinic for follow-up. Where are you taking him?"
"Well I have better insurance and better doctors; I took him to Mark's pediatrician. I'll get you his information if you like."
"Yes, I need that for our records."
"Well if you'll excuse me, I'll get that and come right back."
"I'll come with you, I need to be getting to my next appointment. Judge, good seeing you again. Mrs. Wilson."
He followed me inside. "Mr. Jeffries, if I may, I have a bit of a personal suggestion."
"Yes?"
"While rerunning a couple of checks, the one on your finances revealed you are, shall we say, wealthy?"
"Yeah, you could say so; my business has been very successful this year."
"I'll say, we found almost $5 million in your account, and I just wanted to suggest something to you.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but if you were ever to consider a change in the direction of your life; that you give thought to finding a larger place, and fund a home for hard to place boys. Experience has taught us 12 boys are about all a home should handle otherwise it becomes difficult to control. I know we could get you authorized for that number if you wished. It's just a thought, it would be a full time vocation, and can be very fulfilling, but not very lucrative, financially. The county could help with some of the set-up cost and the monthly stipend would be 12 times what you currently receive."
"Well I don't consider that money mine, I consider it to belong to the boy I'm caring for.
By the way, I couldn't help but notice, you really enjoy your job, don't you, Mr. Patton?"
"Yes, I was afraid you saw my reaction to Brian. Yes, I love boys. That's why I do this job. An occasional touch like that one today is all the reward I seek; that, and seeing them grow up in healthy families, of course."
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me and Judge Wilson, and I will keep your suggestion in mind.
"I do have a question. Am I allowed to take the foster boys out of your jurisdiction?"
"Well, yes, with proper notification and travel plans submitted."
"Well, we're going need to work on that. If I decide to go to France tomorrow, I'm taking Brian with me. Frank will know where I am, and you'll just have to cover for me.
"If I'm going to raise a bunch of boys for the county, I'm going to do it under my own terms."
"I understand Allen. I won't consider that a problem in the future. I believe you are one of the good ones. Not like Brian's last family. You did hear what happened didn't you?
"Well I know she was arrested. Beyond that I haven't heard a thing, we only just got back from two weeks in Hawaii at 11:30 this morning."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Anyway, the foster parent that beat Brian is dead. She was arrested; bail was set at $100,000 and she couldn't afford even 10% for a bail bondsmen. The other inmates found out she was a child abuser. Her throat was slashed standing in the meal line. Those in line behind her simply stepped over her body. They said it took twenty minutes for a guard to notice her laying on the floor. She was dead when medical help arrived thirty minutes after that."
"Can't say that I'm sorry to hear that; bitch got what she deserved."
"So did the boys have a good time? I noticed they don't have very pronounced tan lines."
"They did! We went on a 7-day cruise and another 7 days in a house on Oahu. They have lax nudity laws when it comes to children on beaches, and we swam mostly in private coves or at the unofficial nude beaches."
"Excellent Allen, Thank you for taking such good care of Brian, I'm sure we'll be bringing you some more boys, and thank you for lunch." I gave him the business card for the boy's pediatrician Dr. Chris Young. He dressed and departed.
"All taken care of?" Frank asked as I came back onto the patio.
"Yeah, he had another appointment to get to so he had to leave. He found my bank account, not the investment account, and suggested that I find a bigger place and start a home for 12 hard to place boys."
"I could see you doing that. That's only a couple patrols, piece of cake for an experienced Scout leader like you. I can see it now; you'd have them organized into work units, cooking, cleaning, older ones helping younger one with homework, laundry duty. You might have to quit you day job."
"You know I'm only working two days a week now."
"You don't need to work at all! Hey, I need to get back to court; I only gave them lunch till 1:30."
"I'm serious, if you guys want to move in here till your air conditioner is fixed. I'm sure Mark and Brian won't mind.
Frank left, leaving the rest of us in the back yard. "I do mean it, Karri, it wouldn't be any imposition."
"Well I could go clean out the refrigerator and bring it over here. I saw yours is empty."
"It would save me from grocery shopping for a few days at least. Think about it. I need to make a call, I'll be back."
"I'll put the pizza in the fridge."
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1:00 p.m. here is 8:00 a.m. in Hawaii and I called Keona.
"Oahu Specialty Limousine Service, Keona speaking."
"Hi Keona, it's me."
"I hoped it would be you, I've missed you."
"I slept most of the way on the flight, but I couldn't help but think about you when I was awake. I miss you too."
"Didn't you dream about me when you were asleep?"
"I don't think so, at least I didn't make a mess in my pants.
"The patio is done. I'll have to send you some pictures, it's really incredible. They did a fantastic job.
"Where are you?"
"I was still in bed."
"I hope I didn't wake you."
"No, that's alright, I had to get up to answer the phone." I love his sense of humor.
I told him about the heat wave, and Frankie's family staying with me due to air conditioner outage. Our conversation turned to the weather then we chatted about nothing for 15 or 20 more minutes.
Then Keona told me, "I'm going to be tied up all weekend, I got a VIP job, kinda like yours, without the staying with them, but on call from 7:00 a.m. till 1:00 a.m. or whenever I'm released for the night. Let's talk again Monday, same time?"
"I'll try. My office assistant has me doing interviews on Monday, don't know what times, but I'll do my best." (Part of the Boy Scout oath)
"Talk to you then Mr. Scoutmaster."
Depressed again, after talking to Keona, I went into cleaning mode, I had the boys unpack their roller bags bringing me their few dirty clothes and put their clean ones away. I had them bring out their Conch shells to the dining table and I promised that I would visit a woodworker I knew who could make custom stands that would properly display their treasures.
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I called a few photo shops in the phone book. Without giving away any personal information, I told each store, "My family and I are members of Sun Ranch Nudist Resort. Most of the pictures on my rolls of film have full body nudity on them. Is that going to be a problem?"
A couple told me everything was sent out and was processed with automated machines, but my pictures could be checked for quality purposes. If that happened, any nudity found would not be printed.
Those I thanked and went to the next number in the phone book. Finally, after several calls, I reached a camera store near the mall in Waco. I gave him the same spiel and his reply was completely different.
"No sir, that's not a problem for us. I do all our deluxe 2-day printing service on the premises personally. But let me warn you, I see every picture; I won't print anything I consider pornographic especially if it includes kids. If I consider it hard-core, I WILL call the authorities. If it's just casual nudity, I'll print it. Your film won't be the first from Sun Ranch."
I thanked him for his candor and told him I would try to make it in today or tomorrow.
"When you come in, ask for Walker. I'll take care of you personally."
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I called the McGregor Independent School District about getting Brian registered for school. They asked about his birthdate and his school records. "Birthdate is easy September 29, 1967. His school records are a problem, he's been living out of a car, and foster homes for the past couple years. School wasn't a priority," I told the district person.
He made an appointment for me at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday to visit the district testing center to look at his records and test him to see where he would be placed in September.
I went back to the patio, "I gotta run to the mall, I want to get my film developed and they'll do casual nudity. You're welcome to stay otherwise make sure the front door is closed."
"Are you kidding, you'd need to pry me away from this mist system."
I gathered up all my film, I had to finish the roll in the camera and did so by taking pictures of the patio. Kerri got out of the way of my pictures; the kids came over and got in them. "Anything I should pick up while I'm out?" I asked Kerri.
"Steaks for dinner would be nice."
I think she was kidding, but that sounded good.
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The Photo shop was adjacent to the mall sharing the parking lot. I went in with a sack of film. I introduced myself as the guy who called about Sun Ranch photo developing. I explained that I didn't believe there was anything too risqué to be printed, but if he found any, I would appreciate knowing which ones, so I could avoided taking those in the future. I selected 4" x 6" prints. He apologized that these wouldn't be available till Monday since their developing services were closed on Sunday. I told him I would see him on my lunch hour.
I stopped at an H.E.B. grocery since I know they have Filet Mignon and a great fresh produce section. I bought two large filets planning to cut them in half for the kids, and three decent sized ones for the adults. I've gotten so accustomed to fresh fruit that I bought a bunch including fresh pineapples. I also got milk and a few other staples.
When I got home Big John was there showing Kerri all the bells and whistles of the new patio. I made him start over so I'd know too. The kids continued to play in the pool as if he wasn't there.
Since I was now there, Kerri went home to get stuff from their refrigerator and some clothes and toiletries to last into next week when the air conditioner would be fixed.
Kerri got back and filled my fridge; Frank got home and brought a mini-keg for my new outdoor bar.
Frank and I cooked steaks while Kerri did the vegetables. Over dinner, I dropped the bomb. "I've met someone."
"About fucking time, who is he?' Frank chortled.
"What makes you think it's a guy?"
"Have you looked in a mirror the last few years?"
"Ok, I did that too. I've admitted I'm gay."
"God, don't say that so loud in Texas, some asshole might take offence. Well who is he? When do we meet him?"
"His name is Keona Okalani. He was our limo driver for the first two days when we arrived at the airport. He and I really connected, by the next morning, I asked him to go on the cruise with us to be our guest and travel guide. He also convinced us to stay an extra week. Over the next week on the cruise, I continued to fall for him and he for me too I hope. That week, for me, confirmed how much we loved each other."
"Well, where is he? When do we meet him?"
"We're testing ourselves, to see if the love is real or just infatuation. He's been gay for 21 years and never entered a committed relationship with anyone. So he suggested the separation to see how we feel after being apart."
"Ok. What's his story?"
"He was born on The Island of Hawaii, his parents were killed in a fire when he was 5. He was raised by the owners of the Kahaulelio Coffee Plantation with their natural son, who he considers his brother. At 17 he went to UC Santa Barbara but got suspended after 3 years and became homeless. He worked odd jobs for a few years then, with help from his brother, moved to Oahu and became a limo driver. He's 33 years old and is looking for a change. He was invited to go back to the plantation, but doesn't want a life in the tourism industry. Their plantation makes the best Kona coffee, and caters to the cruise and hotel tourists with different tours on multiple islands." I held up the bag Keona had given me.
"I've seen that brand before, that's good coffee."
"Notice the blend."
"Kona, so?"
"Look closer."
"Oh, Keona Select"
"Named after their absent son who, because of our cruise, came home for the first time in 16 years. It's made is such small batches it's only served on the plantation. It's not sold anywhere and is never shipped off the island.
"And he gave you some because?"
"I hope, because he loves me."
"What do you think about all this Mark?" Kerri asked.
"Oh, I already told him I have very strong feelings for him and want him to come live with us and help take care of my foster brothers."
"Brothers? You only have one," Frank reminded.
"You really think that's going to last. Mr. Patton already wants dad to open a bigger place. But I don't wanna move!" Mark exclaimed.
"Don't worry buddy, no one said we were going anywhere."
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Saturday morning was weird as we tried to adjust to the 5-hour time change.
I did gather up their conch shells and take them to my friend to have the display stands made. He quoted me $20 each, and I was thrilled. I asked about glass domes to protect them from dust, and he said that would be extra. I didn't care. Make them!
Sunday morning I gave Mark and Brian their allowances and back pay as well. They each got $21 for the past three weeks. Brian asked what an allowance was and I let Mark answer him. He used the Nerf football as an example. That got a "Schweet!" from Brian, but he still didn't have a wallet. We could have fixed that, but it was 107° today and nobody wanted to leave the house or patio.
I figured out the down side of the mist system, when I took my book outside, the pages kept getting wet. Maybe I can invent a little book umbrella and make another million.
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Monday morning's big task is the interviews for the head of our research and development department. Before I left Oak Ridge, Mayfield had given me a couple names as his replacement and Nancy had set everything up. When I arrived, Nancy gave me a schedule for three interviews, 9:00, 10:30, and 2:00, cool; that gave me two hours at lunch to go pick up my pictures.
Since Nancy had already talked with each candidate, I let her run the interviews. I did ask a couple questions so it would look like I was there for a reason. During the second interview I looked at Nancy and instead of seeing my assistant, I saw my new President of Operations asking the questions.
As soon as the second interview ended, I was outta there in a flash. I may have even left the parking lot before the interviewee. I made it to the camera store. Walker recognized me, passed a customer to his assistant, and came to help me at the photo desk. He brought out a basket of standard envelopes and one large one too.
"Hi Mr. Jeffries. I think you're going to be pleased for the most part." He pulled out an envelope from the group of instamatic camera photos. "There isn't much I could do with the quality of these images, I can only assume the lens of the camera is shot, or dusty and scratched. I played with them a little and got the best I could get. When you switched to the 35 mm camera, the quality went way up." He pulled out a random sample. "As you can see, these are infinitely more clear and sharp.
"I printed every picture. They are all intimate, family style nudity and protected under the first amendment, even the ones where the boys have erections. We all know boys get those all the time, so pictures of them are no big deal. That brings me to this." He laid his hand on the large envelope on the desk.
"Did you notice all the photos, on the walls around the shop? I call these my `Hall of Fame' photos." I took a moment to look around. While I was looking, he continued. "Every one of those photos was taken by a customer. Each was printed without using any special techniques like photographers use in a dark room. I'd like to add one of your photos. I've printed two, if it's ok with you, one for the `Hall of Fame', and one for you. If you don't approve, they are both yours, no charge."
He pulled out the picture of the Milky Way. "If I hadn't developed the film myself, I never would have believed a customer had taken it. I know it was taken on the Island of Hawaii based on other pictures on the roll, was this from Mauna Kea?"
"Yes, from outside one of the observatories, just before midnight."
"Do you remember any other details? The lens or settings of the exposure?"
"It was a Cannon wide-angle zoom lens, 14-24 mm F1.4. Wide open, it was a series of pictures; we started at 40 seconds and reduced it by 5 seconds each shot."
"This was the second in the series, so 35 seconds?"
"Yes." He wrote down all the information.
"So I can hang it with the `Hall of Fame'?
"Sure, be my guest."
"Thank you. It's a great shot. By the way, there's some others in there that are also very good. You and another man are in one of them, it was a very personal moment."
"Oh, I know which one, it was on the cruise ship with a storm breaking up in the background."
"Yes, that's the one. Too bad I couldn't put that one in the Hall. Well maybe with some serious cropping."
"My 13 year old son took that picture. I'll look at it. I'll be back soon, the middle boy, belongs to a friend, and I'm sure his family will want some reprints. My son will probably want a few too."
"Then who's the third boy?"
"Oh, he's my foster son, he'll want some too, I'm sure."
"But he wasn't in the Sun Ranch photos."
"No, he came to live with us two days before the Hawaii trip."
I'd spent longer than expected chatting with the Walker, and had to excuse myself. I paid for the 23 rolls including 5 from my instamatic, and was on my way back to the 2:00 interview, then had a fun thought. I pulled over to a pay phone at a gas station and called the office. I told Nancy that I was unavoidably detained, and that she should proceed with the interview without me. With only a slight quiver in her voice, she stated she would take care of it.
I got to the office purposely late and snuck by the conference room where the interview was being held. I made it to my office undetected.
I sat at my desk and arranging the envelopes in order, then started leafing through the 4 x 5 prints. Some were bad, especially the instamatic shots. The early ones in Hawaii, right after I bought the camera weren't that good either, but that was my fault not the camera. Unsteady hands caused many to blur to the point I threw those away.
I came to the shots of the last afternoon of our cruise when we were sailing the Nā Pali Coast, specifically the shots that Mark had taken in our cabin, posing us on the balcony against the storm clearing off the mountains. Then I came to one I didn't know he'd taken. The previous shot was the one we had posed for as Mark had requested, smiling at the camera.
The next photo had to be the one Walker was talking about, he said it was, `a personal moment'. The picture I was now holding was taken seconds after the posed shot. Keona and I had turned to each other and we were locked in a passionate kiss au natural. I remember that kiss. I can feel his lips, and an involuntary tear rolled down from my eye. I miss Keona so much. I didn't know Mark had taken this shot.
The picture had everything, a fantastic background. It was casual, the way we were standing there leaning against the railing. It showed the passion in the kiss. The allure of sex was there too with our nudity but without either of us being aroused.
The very next photo was taken just after we kissed, we were standing with our backs to the camera with the same background, and we were holding hands.
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I stopped looking at pictures and called Keona. If he wasn't working he may still be home, it's 9:15 a.m. there.
"Allen?" was how he answered the phone.
"Yeah it's me, sorry I'm late. I was out picking up my pictures from my trip."
"I had a fun weekend, in addition to the driving job I had, I kicked out my old roommate, and Dante moved in. Actually they traded living accommodations."
"Have you kissed him yet?"
"Oh my god you're jealous."
"Damn right I am, he has access to you, and I don't."
"No I haven't, I keep seeing your face when I look at him. If I do kiss him, it'll be the memory of your face I'm kissing.
"Hey, I want to tell you about a dream I had last night. You and I were out walking around the International Marketplace, it was kinda like a date, I think. But every few minutes this old man would come up to me and whisper in my ear."
"What did he tell you?"
"That was the weird part. Each time he said something it didn't make sense. He said, `Your job doesn't matter.' The next time he said, `Your house doesn't matter.' Third time he said, `Where you live doesn't matter.' The last time he said, `It's who that matters.' Then it started over and repeated all over. This morning, I felt like I didn't get any sleep."
"Well that certainly is strange. They say dreams have meaning," I said.
"Hey the reason I called. I have three images of you sitting right in front of me. Remember when Mark had us pose on the lanai as the storm was breaking up over the Nā Pali Coast?"
"Yeah, I remember that, is it a good one?"
"Oh yeah. Do you remember what we did right after that?"
"Yeah, you kissed me."
"No, you kissed me," we good-naturedly bantered. "Well whoever kissed whom; Mark took a picture of that kiss, and another one when we turned facing the coast and were holding hands. My God your ass is so sexy."
"What's that noise in the background? What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just making an adjustment." Yeah, the adjustment was me pushing my slacks and underwear to my ankles, and I now had my dick in my other hand. "I hope I'm doing the same thing as you."
"But how could I, I don't have a sexy picture of you to look at."
"Use your imagination, and do it with me." I told him.
"I am. I was kidding about needing a picture." Keona replied.
"Is this what they call `phone sex'?"
"Yeah I think so. Where are you?"
"I'm in my office, sitting behind my desk with my pants around my ankles. If my assistant comes in, I'm so dead. Where are you?"
"Ooo, I can use that image of you sitting at your desk with you pants down. I took the phone out back on the lanai. I'm lying in a lounge chair. I just hope the neighbor doesn't stick his head over the fence. Oh God, I'm cumming . . . ."
"Oh fuck! Me too. Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I exclaimed, excessively loud for being in my office.
After a pause to allow normalcy to return, "You got puddles all over your chest, don't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, what did you do?"
"I used the trash can under my desk."
"That was quick thinking."
"Not really, now I have to take the bag out with me. They only clean my office on Fridays now that I'm only working two days a week. Don't need stale cum stinking up the office."
There was a knock at my door, "Mr. Jeffries, you in there?"
"Yes Nancy, I'm on the phone, I'll be right with you."
"Shit Keona, I'm gonna havta go. I'll call you Wednesday; I'll have an update on Brian by then. Love you babe."
"Love you too, talk to you Wednesday."
I quickly cleaned myself up with some Kleenex, pulled up my pants, and straightened things. "Nancy, you can come in now."
Nancy came in, "How did you know that interview was going to be a joke?"
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
"The 2:00 interview, his resume looked good, but he used every cliché and buzzwords in the book during the interview. Detail-Oriented, Team-Player, Self-Motivated, Thinking Outside the Box, Creative Thinker, and my personal favorite Goal Oriented. I thought I was going to puke. I cut him off after 20 minutes."
"Just as well that I wasn't here then."
"What was that you yelled? I heard something just as I was getting back to the outer office."
"Oh, that was nothing, just a joke with a friend I met in Hawaii."
"Oh, ok, if I didn't know better I would have thought you were having sex in here." We laughed at what she thought was a joke.
"What did you think of the first two then?"
"Mayfield was right, either of them would be a good choice. We still have one more on Thursday."
"Has there been any response on the President of Operations position?" I asked.
"The ad ran and a few resumes have come in, one sounds pretty good."
"Any way to get them lined up for Thursday?"
"I can try, he's from Dallas."
"Ok, and thank you for changing my foster son's doctor appointment for me, really helped me out; I didn't have his info with me when our plans changed."
No problem, Allen.
"Any movement on an employee swim party at my house?"
"HR didn't like the idea. Said it puts the employees in an awkward position if they attend, and an equally awkward position if they don't. If you want to do something, they suggested a luncheon here at work."
"Ok, why don't we work that direction, maybe a barbecue in the back parking lot, a big circus tent, and decorations all corresponding with my retirement."
"Really!? You gonna do it?"
"Well, not yet, I guess. A president of operations would go a long way towards making it happen. Maybe we could do the barbecue to introduce the research head and the new president.
"On Thursday, plan on running those interviews as well, you did very well on the first two today, let's see how well you do interviewing a potential president."
"Piece of cake, they put their pants on one leg at a time too."
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"Do we have any of those little Post-It note pads that are about a half-inch wide? I need a couple hundred."
"Ah, doing vacation photos, I see. Sure, I have some." Nancy dropped a couple packages on my desk and went back to her office and I returned to my photos. Nancy had to have spotted the three pictures lying on my desk.
Those three photos were still staring at me. Drawing me in, making me wish I were with him again. Damn, how long does this have to go on for Keona to realize? I'm ready now.
I quickly looked through the rest of the pictures, but nothing popped out as urgent.
I pulled the envelope those photos were from, bundled up the rest, pulled the trashcan liner out, and I immediately headed back to the photo shop to have them make some prints. I told Nancy I would see her Thursday.
I walked back in the camera store and Walker welcomed me with "Back so soon?"
"I found the picture you liked, I need prints." We went to the photo counter. I laid the three prints of me naked in front of a near stranger and didn't think a thing about it. I pointed to the first one. "This is the only one I knew my son took. He took these other two when we were distracted."
"That's usually when the best pictures are taken, when they're not being posed."
"I need these three just like this series. Then the middle one I need blown up. . ." We discussed how I wanted it cropped and he made some professional recommendations as well. "I need three 8 x 10s. I'm gonna mail one to him, the other two are for me, one for my home, and one for my office."
"Ya know there are men's magazines that if you entered the middle one in their annual photo contest, you'd have a good chance of winning. You're not even identifiable in that shot either. No one would know it's you."
"I don't think so. It's too personal."
"That's what makes it so good. Can you wait around an hour? I can have the prints ready, they just have to dry."
"I'll wait! Thanks."
I walked around the store and found photo mailing envelopes that would hold the 8x10. And a couple envelopes that would hold the two different sizes. I wrote on one `Open me First' and on the other, `Open me Second'.
I still had time so I went to find a bottle of wine to go with spaghetti at dinner. When I returned, I only had to wait a few minutes and he brought me the prints. I put them in their respective envelopes and then in the photo mailer. After paying and thanking him profusely for the instant turnaround, I asked, "Where is the nearest FedEx office?"
I shipped them by `Courier-Pak' it only cost $17.00. I wanted these in his hands by tomorrow.
I stopped at a store and bought two simple 8x10 frames and put my new pictures in them. When I got home, I put one frame on my dresser. The other I would take to work Thursday. For now, I set it out on the dining room table for Frank and Kerri to see.
Mark had actually taken what turned out to be my favorite pictures of Keona and me and the vacation to Hawaii.
"Is this him?" Kerri asked, picking up the new picture.
"That's Keona."
"This isn't fair, I can't see his face."
"I thought I would tease you a bit. You'll see his face tonight; I got all the pictures back today. We'll go through them after dinner, Frankie can pick out ones he would like prints."
After our spaghetti dinner with the wine I bought, I started laying out pictures one batch at a time. Everyone got a pencil. Anyone who wanted a print put one of the little post-its sticking up off the upper right corner, then put their initials on it Karri made it simple for their family, just a "W" with a number if more than one. Brian and Mark each used first initials. Staci was bored. I kinda felt bad now that I hadn't invited her to go with us.
The process wouldn't have taken nearly as long if the Wilsons hadn't wanted to hear the story behind every series of pictures. We had to use the table inside; the mist system would have soaked the pictures.
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I like not going to work. It's Tuesday, and I got to have a laid-back morning and have breakfast with my boys and the Wilsons. Having the extra people around was kinda nice. It made me wonder what it would be like to have 12 foster boys running around, instead of just one. I think it would be like scout camp. Just smaller, the troop has 30 boys.
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I had Brian get ready for his check-up at the doctor and asked if he wanted Mark to go along. He said only if Mark wanted to go, otherwise he was good. Mark had no desire to go, and stayed home with Frankie, Staci, and Kerri.
The doctor welcomed us back and while Brian undressed, he told me that a caseworker from CPS named Phillip Patton came to see him. His office was now an approved provider, but only to CPS children in my care. He explained that even though his fees were $17.50 for an office visit, they gave him a waiver and would pay him in full. He added that when he opened his office three years prior, the county would only pay $4.72 per visit, which he declined.
He checked Brian over within a few minutes and declared him fit. He retook the front and rear nude photos to document his malnutrition recovery. I asked to see the original pictures to compare to what he is today. The difference was remarkable. He was still thin, but he had a tummy again, and his ribs weren't as visible. The only recommendation was some exercise to rebuild his body. He mentioned a sport that was starting to catch on in the area, called soccer, good for endurance, cardiovascular health, lowering body fat, improving muscle tone, building strength, and adding flexibility. It's a non-contact sport so will be better for his smaller stature.
He also mentioned Brian is a half-inch taller than he was three weeks ago, see what happens when you feed them?
We were back home within 45 minutes. With a clean bill of health from the doctor's office, I called Phillip, to tell him the good news. He also told me Dr. Young, our pediatrician is now approved for any CPS boy in my care and that all visits are 100% covered.
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We were now free till 1:00 for Brian's School Placement testing at the school district office.
I nearly had to dress Brian forcefully, he said it wasn't fair that he had to wear clothes and the other guys didn't. I told him I fully agreed with him, but we still had to wear clothes outside the house. I took all the records CPS gave me and took him to downtown McGregor.
The people at the school district were very nice. After looking a Brian's spotty records, we were lead to a room where testing would take place. They told him that the tests were to tell his teachers what he knew, so they would know what to teach. If he thought he knew the answer, or how to arrive at it, for math questions, he should attempt to answer it. If he didn't know, he should skip it and go on. There would be several different test booklets. They told him not to worry, about answering everything because eventually he wouldn't be able to answer any of the questions, but that is expected as the questions got more advanced.
Those tests went for about an hour and 30 minutes and we were given a break to go outside for a 30-minute break. I spotted a restaurant across the street and went for dessert.
Back in the testing room again, Brian was told these tests would not be about what he knows like doing math problems. These would measure his abilities, talents, motor skills, reasoning, and even some artistic ability. These weren't paper tests but were administered by an actual person that tracked every result.
After about a half hour Brian was returned to me and we were asked to wait for the results. The woman who did the last set of tests called me in her office leaving Brian in the waiting room.
I was told I had a bright young man that has no issues with the learning process and would do well in school, as long as he attends regularly. His achievement tests however, showed he was only testing in the middle of the 5th grade. Even though his age put him in the 7th grade in junior high in September, they could only place him in 5th at the elementary school. It wasn't his fault; he hadn't been given the opportunity to learn.
"Isn't almost 13 a bit too old for 5th grade?"
"Yes, and it's not fair to him or his fellow other students. That is why we would like to suggest you employ a tutor. If you could get him up to the 6th grade, he would only be a year behind."
"With his September birthday, he'd still be 2 years older than several of his class."
"The other option would be to home-school him till he catches up. For that, you really need a person with an educational background. We have the materials they would need to follow. If you can find him the right instructor, he would most likely catch up by the time he's ready for 8th grade."
Oh, I can find the right one. Cost is not an issue. Do you have a list of available instructors?"
"Right here, I was hoping you'd ask for it."
I took everything they offered to me about home schooling.
On the way home, it seemed to be cooling off. The temperature on the bank building said 98°. Seeing the bank reminded me I wanted to set up an account for Brian, so I went around the block and turned into the bank.
Brian and I went in and talked with my account specialist. I explained to him that Brian was my foster son, and that I wanted all the money CPS sent to me for his care, to go into his account till I released it to him. Since I was set up with direct deposits, he created a new account under my name, but with Brian's name as a description that would receive monthly transfers from my account. So technically, it was my money till I gave it to him. He explained it was just like a Christmas club account, a specific amount of money would be automatically transferred each month.
"And I can set up as many of these as necessary?"
"Oh, yes sir, just give us a description name and the amount, and if you need to stop the transfers, we can easily do that too, or even close the account and move the money back to your primary account."
"Very good, thank-you."
Now driving home, Brian and I discussed his testing, "The lady says you should be in the 5th grade. Does that sound right to you?"
"Well, not at my age, but I think that was the last grade I was in full time. I was in 6th some, at a couple different schools, but neither for very long, and I didn't do very good. I felt stupid; I couldn't understand the math problems."
"Well the school district says you're not stupid, that you just haven't had the opportunity to learn. So you're not ready for 7th grade next month?"
"I really don't think so."
"I think you're too old to be in 5th grade, what if we were to get you your own teacher and teach you at home?"
"Would I be able to go to school naked?"
"Hum, I hadn't thought about that. I'm not too sure we could find a teacher that is a nudist. I guess I could ask at Sun Ranch."
"What's Sun Ranch?"
"Oh, that's a place we go for mini vacations where EVERYONE is naked and you can go anywhere and do all sorts of fun stuff all while you're naked."
"Schweet! When are we going?"
"Dude, you just got back from vacation four days ago."
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Phone rang at 10:00 p.m., but it could be for one of the Wilsons.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I got the photos today, I already jacked off to them twice, but I'm willing to go again if you want."
"Hold on a minute, Keona. I'm going to go to my bedroom.
"Mark, would you hang up this extension when I get to my room, please?"
"Ok Mark, I got it." I heard the phone click.
"Ok, I'm here. I'm not wearing anything and I'm lying on the bed. My dick is hard, and I'm holding it in my right hand. I'm stroking it now."
"Don't do it too hard yet. I have something to tell you.
"Ancient Hawaiians believe in many Gods, like over 400, they believed that spirits are found in non-human beings and objects such as rocks, the waves, and the sky."
"Wait a minute Mark just came in, oh and Brian too. They're getting up on the bed with me. My legs are spread apart and each of them is straddling a leg and sitting on a thigh. Wait a minute, they want to talk to you." I handed the phone to Mark who shared the receiver with Brian's ear.
"Hi Keona, this is Mark."
"And this is Brian."
"We miss you."
"We really do."
"I miss you guys too. You are both so cute and sexy. What are you doing to your Dad?"
"I took over, I'm masturbating him now," Mark said.
"Well do it real slow. I was telling him about the ancient Gods of Hawaii."
"Ok go ahead we can all hear you now."
"Wakea is the God of the Sky and of Light and of the Heavens. He is the eldest son of the `Ancient One'. He is the one who `opens the door of the sun'. He is the original ancestor of the Hawaiian people.
"When I saw the series of pictures you sent, I noticed the sky in the background. Do you have the three pictures?"
"I'll go get them," Mark offered.
"No that's alright Mark, go ahead Keona. I do have the center one."
"Ok, in the one you have, you see how the beam of light is hitting both our heads as a wide single beam?
"Yeah, we see it."
"In the first picture, there are two different beams; each beam is hitting just one of us. In the final picture, we are facing the coast and again, there are two different beams; each beam is hitting just one of us. So two beams when we're apart; a single stronger, brighter beam when we're together; then back to two lesser beams when we're apart.
"These three pictures were taken in a matter of several seconds." I reminded him.
"I took these pictures to an old man. You can call him an Elder, or a priest, or a shaman, or whatever, but he knows the ways of the ancient Gods.
"I laid the picture before him, He took one look, and told me, and this is a quote; Wakea says these two belong to each other. They are stronger, better, more powerful together."
My body chose that moment to respond to Mark's manipulations. I fired off the first volley before I realized it was happening. "I'm cumming!" I eked out. Brian leaned down over me taking my glans in his mouth while Mark's continued stroking. I stared at the framed photo of Keona I was holding while my orgasm consumed me. Brian caught the next three, but backed off and Mark took over. Eight solid shots tore themselves from me. The Gods were demanding that Keona and I should be together.
On the other end of the phone, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of another massive orgasm. Keona was groaning with each of his pulses.
The Gods had spoken, and there was silence for a couple minutes. Mark and Brian slipped off my legs to lay at my sides, each had an arm draped over my chest, and one leg still hooked over one of mine. Mark held the receiver of the phone in the middle of my chest for us all to hear.
Keona spoke first, "So what did you do today? You said you'd have an update on Brian."
I laughed at another of Keona's deviations from the previous conversation, "Brian and I went to the doctor for his check-up, he got a clean bill of health, just needs a little muscle development, and he's grown a half inch in the past three weeks.
"In the afternoon, he was tested by the school district. He's a year and a half behind where he should be, so I gotta find him a retired teacher to home school him to help him catch up. They wanted me to start him in the 5th grade in September, a full two years behind."
"Oh, and CPS wants me to open a home for up to twelve hard to place boys."
"That sounds like fun. You'll be a Scoutmaster again."
"That's what Frank said."
"But I'm not moving," Mark chimed in, "and we don't have room for more than a couple more."
"If you do open a home, you'll probably need a full time teacher. Where you gonna find a nudist retired teacher."
"You seem to have all the contacts, you know any nudist teachers?"
"I might know one Hawaiian, but my contacts are all here, I got nothing in Texas. Sorry.
"Hey, I gotta go run to the airport. I'll talk to ya soon. I love you. I love all three of you!"
"We all love you too."
"Love you Keona," Mark added.
"I love you too," Brian said.
"Bye my love." I said last.
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August 1980
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The phone rang Wednesday morning about 9:00. Breakfast was over, Frank was at the courthouse, and I was planning a shopping trip for groceries.
"Hello? This is Allen."
"Good morning lover boy."
"Keona, what are you doing calling me in the wee hours of your morning?"
"It's not the wee hours in Dallas."
"True. What's all that noise? Where are you?"
"I'm at the airport."
"Oh, waiting for another wealthy client to arrive?"
"No, I'm looking for a ride."
"What, you trolling the airport now looking for people to hire you?"
"No, I'm the one looking for a ride."
"You need a ride, where's your limo, Dante got it?"
"Yeah, I'm letting him take over for a while."
"Ok, but I don't get it, why are you at the airport without a car?"
"I just flew in."
"Oh, did you go to visit your family? But it's still dark, I thought those flight were only daytime flights."
"Those flights are; I flew in to see you."
My brain went numb. I couldn't speak. I was trying to process what I think I just heard.
"You still there?"
"What city are you in?"
"Ah, you're catching on. I guess I'm actually in the city of Grapevine."
"NO SHIT? YOU'RE HERE IN TEXAS?"
"Calm down love, I can hear you. Yes, I just got in. That's why I'm looking for a ride."
"I can be there in two hours. No, wait. Let me try something else. Give me the number of your phone.
"817-867-5309"
"Ok, got it. I'll call you right back. Call me if I don't call back in 5 minutes. Bye."
I quickly found our limo driver's business card and called him. "This is James at Your Service, how may I help you?"
"James, this is Allen Jeffries. I have a friend at the airport. Are you available?"
"Uh, I will be, I'm headed there right now to drop off a client. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'm free after that."
"Great. He was our driver in Hawaii. Where can he meet you?"
"Have him go out the exit door from baggage claim. There will be a cart return rack to his right. Have him wait there for me. I'll be there in 20 minutes tops! What's his name?"
"Keona Okalani"
"Say that again, slowly.
"Ke-o-na O-ka-la-nee"
"Got it. See you in a couple of hours. I'll call back if I can't find him."
"Wait, how am I talking to you, if you're driving?"
"I got one of those new car phones and my home number forwards calls to it."
I called the number Keona gave me. He answered immediately. I told him a limo driver was on his way and would be there within 20 minutes and where to meet him, and his name was James."
I'm a wreck. I can't stand still. I went in and made my bed. Everything needs to be perfect. I straightened the boy's bed. I looked out the window to see if he was here after only a half hour.
I only told the boys that we were having company for lunch.
For something to do, I went to the grocery store. After walking all the aisles, I had six things in my cart. I went back to the beginning and started again. I forced myself to focus and I actually bought the items on my list and stuff that would keep us fed for several days.
Keona will be hungry when he gets here, we'll do a barbecue on the patio.
Kerri saw how nervous I was and came to my side. "What is it Allen, somethings got you all shook up."
I couldn't keep it quiet any longer. I kept my voice low, "Keona's coming. He's here, he'll be arriving soon."
"Oh! We need to get Frank home, he's got to meet him." She went to the phone and called Frank's office assistant. She told her to tell Frank he needed to get to Allen's home right now. She balked, claiming he was in court. "Then take him a damn note!" She yelled into the phone. Frank showed up 25 minutes later after adjourning court for the rest of the day due to a `family emergency'.
"What's going on? Why is everyone so excited? Mark asked. "Is the company here? Who is it?
"No, not yet. No wait there he is." The long black limo glided to a stop in front of the house.
Frank, Kerri, and Staci stood together across the room giving us space, we were all naked, as Kerri had told Frank who it was that was arriving.
The boys and I stood in the front window with the curtains opened wide. The door opened and a head appeared.
"IT'S KEONA!" the boys screamed. They nearly tore the door from its hinges as they raced outside. He hadn't gotten two steps from the limo before Mark slammed into him at full speed.
The other two were not far behind. The three of them knocked him to the ground. I wanted to be out there, but I didn't think it would be appropriate for an adult to be naked in the front yard. I figured the boys could get away with it.
They continued to crawl all over him and kiss his face and James went about bringing his suitcase to the door. I gave him $200 and thanked him for bringing him home. "Is that enough?" I asked.
"It's too much; your bill is only $125."
"James, thank you, keep it."
Keona allowed himself to be mauled by the naked urchins on the front lawn.
He was finally able to work free by tickling the boys till they released him. Standing he grabbed his carry-on and walked as best he could with three boys holding him around his waist to the door.
"Boys, let him in," Frank's voice commanded. "Come on out back, all of you. Let's give them a minute." Frank and Kerri ushered the boys out to the patio, leaving me standing in the middle of the living room facing the love of my life just a few feet away.
"I . . ."
"I know . . ."
We rushed into each other's arms and to each other's lips. We danced like that around the room each trying to get a better lock on the other's lips. Our hands grabbing at whatever part of the other's body was availably, I was hindered by his clothing. His hands had no such barrier; he ended up with one butt cheek in each hand pulling me into him. I simply held him around the neck and shoulder. Our dance stopped and it became one long passionate kiss. Finally we pulled away to look into each other's eyes. "I love you," we said simultaneously.
Come on, I want you to meet Frankie's family," I said pulling him by his hand.
"Wait a minute; I can't. Not like this." He pulled his Hawaiian shirt over his head as I pushed his shorts and boxers over his hips. He slipped his shoes off and stepped out of the pants. "Ok, I'm ready.
They saw us coming, called Staci out of the pool, and stood to greet us. "Keona Okalani, I'd like to present Frank and Kerri Wilson, and their 11-year-old daughter Staci. She's only been a nudist a couple months so she's sometime a little shy.
"Not any more I'm not!" she said rebutting my introduction.
"This feels so weird, I feel like I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Good lord, we're not that much older than Allen, certainly not enough to be his parents." Frank kidded, grabbing Keona in a man-hug. "Welcome to Texas, son!"
Kerri stepped up and kissed his cheek. "Welcome to the family!"
We all sat in the lounge pit of three matching outdoor couches. "This patio is incredible, better than the nicest hotel in Honolulu."
"This patio is the reason we met. When they started up the saws to cut out the floor, we took off. The noise would have driven me nuts."
"I don't think this is the reason, I think we were destined to meet. Maybe we wouldn't have met this year, but we would have found each other at some point."
"Keona, Allen has told us all about your trip together and your intention for a trial separation to see if you were right for each other. That separation only lasted five days, what was it that changed your mind?"
"I was comfortable in Oahu. I lived there 10 years, I knew everyone. I had a decent job. It was Hawaii! The sand and the surf, the beautiful weather . . . It was all I could want, I thought.
Till I met Allen. We hit it right off. The second day, he came out to me. Oh, God! I didn't just. . ."
"No baby, they know."
"We've known longer than he's known," Frank added.
"Oh, good. That second day he asked me to go with them on the cruise.
"During the cruise and the next week on Oahu, we both felt really comfortable, like we belonged with each other."
I interjected, "I would like to add a little context right here. By this time, I was head-over-heals in love with Keona. He had prior experiences to overcome, which I did not. Ok, go on."
"He's right. He was ready for me. I was fearful of another short-term affair. I felt that if we could survive being apart and still want to be together, then I could commit.
"In those 5 days we were apart, I hurt inside more than I've ever hurt before. I realized that what job I had, what house I lived in, where I lived, wasn't nearly as important as who I was with, and who I loved. Believe me when I say this, I love Mark and Brian, and even Frankie. . ." He turned to me and took my hand. "But most of all I love you." When Keona gave those reasons, I had a chill, those were the same things he said he was told in his dream a night before.
"Then yesterday afternoon I received the photos. Have you told them the significance of the light?"
"No, not yet." I replied.
"Do you have the three available? I have then in my bag if you don't."
"Yes, let me get them."
I turned off the mist system and went inside quickly returning with the series."
Keona laid them out on the table facing Frank and Kerri. "See the beams of sunlight?" He went on to explain the merger and separation, and the visit to the elder who told him the God Wakea says these two belong to each other.
"I do believe in love at first sight, two weeks is close to first sight, but in my mind I needed something else, I needed just one more something, a reason to make the change.
"Then when I called, last night your time. . . and you told me about Brian needing a teacher, well that sealed the deal. That gave me the new purpose in life I was looking for. When we hung up, I packed my bag and had Dante take me to the airport and I bought a one-way ticket.
"How did Brian needing a teacher become the catalyst? I asked.
"Did I ever tell you what I was studying at UC Santa Barbara?"
"No, what?"
"Middle School Education, grades 5 to 9. I'm going to be his teacher and when you have other boys who need help, I'll be there for them too. In one of my classes, we talked about the educational difficulties of foster children. I remember thinking how unfair it was for children already in a messed up home-life, to be messed up even more by the school system.
"You're going to be my teacher Keona?" came Brian's voice from the pool.
"You bet I am, buddy. You ready to start learning?"
"Schweet! I get to go to school naked!"
"Hey Dad, when are you going to make the burgers? I'm hungry."
"Right now."
"Can I help? I need to do something to earn my keep."
I showed Keona how to activate the grill, and where the refrigerator was that hides the meat about to be cooked. I took the pictures inside and turned the mist system back on, instantly dropping the temperature 10°.
That afternoon I was doodling, and I ended up making a list.
Large all-purpose room
Half bath
Industrial kitchen w/apartment
Dining table for 15 20
Game Room
Master Bedroom full bath
Mark's Bedroom full bath
Guest Room full bath
Office
Classroom
12 Bedrooms #? baths
? Supervisor full bath ?
Vestibule/Foyer w/closet
3-4 car garage
bicycle parking
Cameras/PA system/Security
"You're really thinking about it," Keona whispered in my ear.
"I just wanted to see how impossible it would be to remodel this house. There just isn't enough room, not even by adding a second floor. I don't even think there a house in McGregor this large."
"If you built it, CPS will fill it."
"Yeah, but I just got this totally cool patio and pool. I don't want to lose it so soon. "
"What's the supervisor?"
"That's if there were 12 bedrooms say upstairs. Wouldn't you need some sort of supervisor in a separate room up there?
What's the kitchen with an apartment?
"Well I don't think I want to be cooking three meals a day for 15 people, so we're going to have to have a live-in cook / house manager."
"Got anybody in mind?"
"No one specific, obviously someone like Malea but I think that is too much to hope for."
"That's exactly who I thought of too."
Guess I'll need to run this past our CPS caseworker. I need to introduce you to him soon I'll do it then.
That night Keona and I excused ourselves a little early and headed to bed. We closed the door and just stood facing each other. At first it was eye to eye contact and I could see love in his eyes. But then my view dropped down, to his mouth, then his neck, to his mildly furry chest. His cute innie belly button, then I arrived at his trimmed pubic hairs. My first thought was that I should have him trim mine. Mine have never been mowed.
I liked how his shorter hair accentuated his penis that softly laid in an arch straight down over his scrotum. They allowed me to see where his penis attached to his sleek body. Staring at his penis woke mine and it started to enlarge. I guess he was watching me too as his now began to plump up.
I wanted to feel him harden and I stepped closer to him, and allowed my fingers to wrap around his shaft. The heat emanating from his organ to my hand gave me the shivers. His hand, likewise sought my manhood and his warm hand grasped my shaft and we just held each other that way for a while.
My free hand went to the back of his neck and our lips met with a passion I have missed these past five days.
Our erections continued to harden till they were like velvet coated steel protruding straight out. They would have pointed straight up had we not been holding each other. We inched our way over to my bed. He laid down first while I reached to my drawer for my lube. At this point, I could have easily taken the top position, Keona was offering it to me, but I didn't want to dominate him. I wanted to be with him, as an equal, a co-partner, so I laid beside him and for over two hours we rejoiced in having each other again.
When Keona got up to fetch a warm washcloth, he gave the all clear sign by opening our door before coming back to bed.
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Thursday morning as soon as my alarm went off, two boys joined us in bed. Mark and Brian climbed up at the foot of the bed to crawl between us. I rolled over and kissed Keo, "We're being invaded." I no sooner finished saying that when their bodies landed between us.
"Make love to us," they pleaded in unison, Mark facing me and Brian facing Keona. I reached for the lubricant. "We don't need any, we've been up for half an hour, and we're ready," Brian proudly proclaimed.
Thinking quickly, Keona said, "Yeah, but we need some." I squeezed some in my and Keona's hands and we each prepared ourselves.
We must be destined to be together. We stayed in our same positions and only moved to spoon with the boy nearest us they faced each other and we scooted next to them positioning ourselves for insertion.
They definitely had been busy this morning; as smooth as silk our penises slipped easily in their rectums. "Told you it would work," Mark told Brian before reaching over to kiss him. In unison, Keona and I worked our dicks in and out of the boy we cuddled. "Gonna need a towel, Dad," Mark warned.
"I just happened to have one available," and dropped it between them. They spread the towel under their dicks and the projected paths of their pending ejaculations.
Their moans were getting louder and I reminded them to keep it down so they wouldn't disturb the Wilsons in the other bedroom. A string of profanities came from the boys' room as Frankie was reaching a climax of his own.
"Isn't Staci in the room with Frankie?"
"Yeah, she just covers her head with a pillow. They kinda have an agreement.
I should be ashamed of the image that popped into my head of Frankie lying on his sister humping his hips with her moaning beneath him, but that was all it took to push me over. "Here it cums Mark!" Two massive expulsions had left me when Mark's sphincters clamped around my penis exceptionally hard, the next few pulses barely made it through the constricted urethra.
The two of us orgasming together set off Keo and Brian. Not wanting to lose Brian's cum to the towel, Keo reached over covering his smaller dick allowing the sweet boy fluids to shoot in his hand.
I'm new at this art of anal sex, and I just realized a major advantage of the spoon position. When you're done, you don't have to do anything. You can just lie there and relax, which is exactly what we were doing now. My penis deflated, but stayed right where I put it. But now I was afraid to move at all, the slightest movement and I would slip out of him. I wanted to blow off work and maintain this connection with Mark all day. He might get a little board after a while, I'm not sure I would.
But no, my work ethic told me I was needed at work today, there were two interviews today, and I wanted to order the photo reprints at lunch. So against my better judgement, I slowly pulled my dick out of Mark eliciting a "No, don't go," from him and I got up, but not before stuffing a towel under his butt. He had a huge load of cum in there.
Keona joined me in the shower as the boys stayed in bed. Frank and Kerri were up too as I could hear their shower as well.
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"This is one of office days, would you like to go to work with me? I'll show you around the business, and you can see how little I do anymore."
"Sure I'd like to see where you work."
"I'm afraid it's not as exciting as where you worked."
"What, not exciting as my limo?"
"No. Not as exciting as Hawaii. Your limo was only your office."
We got to the office a little after 9:00, I introduced Keona to Nancy as the friend I met in Hawaii and as the one I was on the phone with on Monday afternoon.
She gave me the schedule for two interviews, one R&D at 10:00 and one President of Operations at 2:00.
I escorted Keona around starting in the engineering department. "See this is what I could never do, sit behind a table all day and draw lines on paper."
"You can't think of it that way. Yes, that's exactly what you are doing, but you're creating something. Something that will become a product and make peoples' lives better."
"Is that actually happening?"
"Sure, could you imagine a world without electricity? These people are designing the future of electrical delivery."
"So that product you sold, how did it make peoples' lives better?"
"When electricity travels through wires from the point of creation to distribution, to the wires in your house, there is a type of friction. That friction eats some of the power. My invention changes the electricity in the way it travels through the wires with reduced friction so there is less loss along the way. Less loss means more is available, so less has to be produced, allowing the generators to last longer, requiring less replacement cost and less cost to produce the energy. Fewer new generating facilities need to be built, less cost to the consumer."
I grabbed Keona's arm, "Come on, I need to get to my office." I walked so fast Keona had trouble keeping up. At my desk, I pulled out my Patent Idea Book and documented an idea that was a takeoff of the product we had just been talking about.
Keona sat in silence as I scribbled and sketched a design. I finished and sat back. "Sorry `bout that. What you just witnessed is exactly what happened when the idea that earned me $35 million popped into my head. You got me talking about it and another idea along the same line, just came to me. That's all I really do around here anymore.
"I'll pass this idea to my product development department when we hire them, to work out specifics of the design. Then it goes to engineering, then to production, advertising, sales, shipping, etc."
We missed the 10:00 interview and Nancy came to the door when it was over.
"Hi Nancy, come on in. I didn't miss the meeting on purpose, I had an idea I needed to get it recorded. How did it go?"
"Good. This was a younger person, graduated a couple years ago. Not head of department material, but an excellent candidate for the assistant position."
"So who's getting the offer?"
"You got a coin?"
"That close huh?"
"Can I call Mayfield? Maybe he can sway me one way or another."
"Sure, his number is in my Rolodex." She spun the dial to the `M's and pulled his card. "I'll let you know in a few minutes."
"You're letting your assistant hire the next head of your product development?"
"Yeah, and this afternoon she's going to interview someone for the president of operations position. But what she doesn't know is that I'm interviewing her for that position at the same time. Next to me, she knows this company the best. She's earned the promotion."
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With lunch fast approaching, I pulled out the shoebox I was using for the pictures. "I need to order reprints of some of these. The order form is on the outside of the negatives' envelope, so you're going to show me the pictures with the post-its sticking up and tell me how many. I'll find the negative number and write it and the quantity on the envelope. As a side benefit, you get to see my vacation photos."
"These first ones are of Sun Ranch back in June." He started going through them one at a time.
"Ya know I've never been to a nudist resort before. There sure don't seem to be too many people there."
"That's because you're not allowed to take pictures of other people, just your own family. There were 150 people there that week, 300 on the weekend."
"Oh, this one came out nice. The one where we snuck into the photo backdrops and had the photographer take our picture. It's the one of a few where all 5 of us are in the picture."
"Aren't there a whole series of those?"
"Yeah, here," he said as he laid them out on my desk.
"Well everyone else saw it, four copies requested."
"But not of the one I want. I'm getting the one with the three erect penises, an 8 x 10 for me."
"You're a dirty old man," Keona said. I just smiled.
We went through all 23 sets of pictures, marking over 200 different pictures for printing with multiple prints of many of them.
"Ok, let's go."
"Where?"
"To get these printed, and lunch and we need to be back by 2:00 for the interview."
We drove to Waco to visit Walker at the camera store to get prints made. When we walked in, he recognized me quickly and pointed to his Hall of Fame. I explained the wall of photos to Keona and pointed to my photo of the Milky Way.
"Oh my god, it's you! You're the other man in the photo. That is you, isn't it?"
Keona knew what photo he was talking about and admitted that it was indeed him.
Walker looked over my reorder and the extensive number of prints. "Wow, that's a lot of re-prints"
"Yeah, everyone wants some, but I'm not in any hurry for these, anytime next week is fine."
"Oh, ok, how about Tuesday."
"Sure, see you then"
"Where would you like to go for lunch?"
"I don't suppose there's a place that serves Loco Moco plates?"
"Nope, sorry."
"Now there's a business opportunity," Keona suggested. "Ok, then let's try someplace Texan, how about Whataburger."
"Great malts, perfect."
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We got back in plenty of time to complete Keona's factory tour we started this morning. I took Keona back out into the production area where parts were machined, or formed by injection molding, then over to the assembly area and finally through the shipping/receiving departments.
"That's all there is. The products aren't very sexy, but they do make me money and keeps 56 people employed with some of the best compensation in the Waco area, well above minimum wage."
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Keona and I went to the conference room just before 2:00 and Nancy brought our candidate for President of Operations in promptly at 2:00. She introduced me as the company founder, and I introduced Keona as head of Education. Keona did an excellent job of not laughing aloud. Nancy did an excellent interview. She was well prepared with relative questions, and showed the depth of her knowledge answering his questions. I was given the opportunity to ask questions, but declined. The interview was concluded very professionally and the candidate was escorted out.
Nancy met us back in my office. "Head of Education? Since when did we have a head of education?"
"We don't. I do. My new foster child is 2 years behind in school and Keona is going to home school him so he can catch up. That makes him head of education."
"Well thanks for the warning; I almost lost it when you said that."
"Sorry, I was going to call him a consultant, but that wasn't fun enough.
"So, what did you think of Mr. Whateverhisnamewas?" I asked Nancy.
"I'm sure he has some operations skills and experience, and could eventually run our operations, but I didn't get a very good vibe from him. I don't think he would fit in our family."
"I agree. Put a pause on our search for now. I'm going to try the personal touch, reach out to some friends. I'll let you know.
"Did you contact Mayfield?"
"Yes, we had a nice long chat. The selection came down to the exact same thing, how would they fit in our family. With that requirement, Mayfield said to hire Simpson."
"Get HR to send the offer. And make sure he gets to see #3's resume as a potential assistant, but make sure he knows it's his decision as to whom he wants.
"See that Keona? See how she's smirking at me? She does that when I tell her how to do her job and she already knows how. You gotta give me some credit, I am doing better."
"Yes, he is. I've just about got him trained and now he's going to retire on me. I've only been working on him 14 years."
"Oh, and Nancy, when you get Simpson on board, show him the latest design in my Patent Idea Book."
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Kerri had gotten the phone call that the air conditioner service representative was on his way and she left Frankie and Staci with Mark and Brian while she went home to be there when the tech arrived. No one seemed to know when that happened, only that it was after lunch. Frankie did at least know that if the unit did get fixed, that his dad would pick them and their things up after work.
Frank did just that about 5:00. He came in and packed up their stuff from the fridge. Frankie and Staci only had to pack their toothbrushes. They had to take something out of their suitcases to get dressed for the ride home. Even what they wore when they arrived on Aug 1st had been washed and put away. All four kids had been naked the entire week. The only packing was their toothbrushes and Frankie's stuffed dog, Brownie. I was truly sorry to see them leave and return to their little house. I was becoming accustomed to the busy household and the minor chaos of four children.
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"Hey Mark, are you going to your Troop meeting tonight?"
"Oh, is today Thursday already?"
"Yes, and you've missed the last 3 straight weeks. You're gonna owe a ton of back dues." The meeting started at 7:00 p.m. and I him there by 6:45. Mark took Brian as his guest and potential recruit. Mark looked cute in his uniform again, his first time wearing clothes since we got home too. It's even been too hot to leave the house, but today it was only 91°, and with the sun gone, barely 85°.
We went to pick him up after the meeting and I took Keona in to see his Scout troop. Mark came running over to us, "Can I have the patrol come over for a swim tomorrow?"
"What's the dress code going to be?"
"Clothing optional, of course."
"Are you allowing brothers and sisters? You know Staci will want to come."
"I hadn't thought about it, but sure why not."
"When are you planning to do this?"
"Um, 10:00?"
"Are you making lunch for everyone?"
"Maybe 1:00 would be better, till like 4:30?"
"Sounds good."
"Do we have any pool toys?"
"We have 5 squirt guns. Other than that, no, we've barely been home. We could try picking some up tomorrow morning, but that would require a trip to Waco."
"Ok," he said over his shoulder as he ran back to where Jeff had his patrol gathered.
"This is a group meeting?" Keona questioned the chaos going on around him.
"Well, at the moment, more than that. Mark is there with his patrol, the Armadillos. That's the Chuck Wagon patrol over here, and over there is the Longhorn patrol. This is the part of the meeting where they take care of patrol business. At the table back here, the Scoutmaster is meeting with the Senior, and the Assistant Senior Patrol Leaders who actually run the meeting, and at the other table, the adult Troop Treasurer is meeting with the youth Troop Scribe.
"They've already completed some skill development and played some sort of game to reinforce what they learned. This is normal for this troop, and they'll all come back together for their closing in a few minutes. Watch the Senior Patrol Leader he runs this meeting. That's Robert the tall older boy." Then I whispered, "He's gay too."
"Ooh, is he available?"
"Yes, but you're not."
Right on time at 8:25, Robert's right hand went up in the Scout sign, quickly a hush fell over the room as other hands went up.
Robert lowered his hand, and ordered the patrols to fall in for the closing. Robert made a few announcements. Then he made a special acknowledgement of Brian who had visited his first Scout meeting tonight and he got a round of applause. Then he introduced Scoutmaster Latham who went up front. He stood there a moment, surveying the boys, "Brian, would you come up here please?" Brian went and stood in front of Bill. Bill turned Brian around and pulled him back against his legs and lower body. He let his arms hang over Brian's shoulders and he crossed his hands on Brian's chest.
"Part of the Scout Law says a Scout is friendly. Brian here has had a couple rough years. He lost his parents, and bounced around through a few foster homes, lived on the streets for a while, and he's been abused and beaten by people he thought he could trust. Now he's landed in Scoutmaster Jeffries' home, a place he can trust that he'll be taken care of and have loyal friends. He only has three friends so far, Mark, Frankie and his sister. If he decides to join us he'll have a lot more friends, because as Scouts, we're a friend to all and a brother to other Scouts. I'm sure that each of you will be a friend and a brother to Brian when he becomes a Scout. So let's tell him what Scouts are." Every Scout raised his right hand, including me, and repeated the Scout Law: "A Scout is: Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, . . ."
"Well, that was an impressive closing speech. Was that planned?" Keona asked.
As the chaos of several minutes ago instantly returned as conversations restarted, chairs were stacked, and tables put away. I replied, "Usually not, it's called the Scoutmaster's minute and they are frequently spur-of-the-moment." Boys began leaving when their tasks were complete.
Mark and Brian came over announcing they were ready to go. "Did you invite Robert tomorrow?"
"Oh, shoot, I forgot," and he ran to talk to the Senior Patrol Leader. Mark quickly returned, "He said he'd try. I told him, Frankie, and Jeff to be there at 12:30."
"Clever, have a few naked bodies already in the pool to convince the others to not wear their suits, very clever," I noted.
"Jeff, his sister Amy and Robert were at Sun Ranch with us. It was Jeff's parents that loaned us their mobile home for the week," I explained to Keona.
"If you want some pool toys, Home Depot is open till 10:00 p.m., you wanna go tonight?"
"Sure!" Mark quickly replied. Yup, I still ask dumb questions sometimes.
While I enjoy living in McGregor, everything you want or need is in Waco. That's where Home Depot and all the other major stores are located, but fortunately, it's only about 20 minutes away, leaving us an hour to shop.
We used our hour well, acquiring several pool toys. Including a basketball hoop for the pool deck like the one Frankie's neighbor had, and an inflatable water volleyball set. We also got some kick-boards, and bunch of water noodles and various other toys.
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Friday morning, Keona asked that we visit the school district so that he could become familiar with the curriculum and testing procedures he would need to know to be Brian's teacher. That worked with my plan to go see Phillip at CPS.
We left immediately after breakfast, I dropped Keona at the school district administrative offices, and I went to Phillip's office.
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When I walked in the door, Phillip looked up, he had the phone in his hand and was dialing. He immediately hung up, "How did you know?"
"How did I know what?" I asked
"That was your house I was just calling."
"Wait, I'll go home and you can call me." I offered, turning towards the door.
"Get back here smartass. I have a developing situation and you're the perfect solution."
"Okaaay?"
"A couple of days ago, one of our foster moms fell and broke her hip."
"Damn, is she going to be ok? How old is she?"
"She's 78, and the break required a hip replacement. People that age don't have a good recovery record; she'll definitely have to go into a rehab facility, then probably long-term care after that."
"I didn't realize people that old could foster."
"Oh sure, it's no different from a grandparent taking custody. The boys are in that hard to place category in which you specialize. Anyway, to make matters worse, the husband had a heart attack this morning. The stress of it all was too much. We're going to have to remove the boys and find a new home."
"Boys? As in more than one?"
"Kenneth and Benson Billingham. Parents were British, died in a small plane crash on the way to Colorado for a ski trip when Benson was 6, so four years ago. They've only been in the one foster family since then. The Stones were friends of the parents originally. Both boys are doing well in school, but they're in a private school, so they'll have to change schools.
"So you're telling me all this because? . . ."
"Oh, I haven't asked you have I? Would you take them?"
"What about my family's lifestyle?"
"Ok, they're nudists or I guess naturists are the correct designation. But that's not why you're a perfect fit."
"Ok, I give, why am I the perfect fit?"
"Well to be honest, it's because you're wealthy."
"Why are there expensive medical problems or something?"
"No, no, not at all, it's because they're wealthy too. They have trust funds they can access for college when they turn 18 and gradually take full custody of it when they reach 25. Too many people would love to get their hands on their trusts. But since you're already wealthy, I doubt you even care.
"But really, none of that will be your problem; they age out of CPS care at 18. There is a trust fund administrator already in place."
"And Allen, you can stop asking me about how they would fit. We wouldn't be having this conversation if they didn't fit. If I'm ever forced to bring a child to you that doesn't fit, that will be the first thing I'll tell you."
"Before I say anything, there is something you need to know."
"Go on."
"When I was in Hawaii, I met someone, and he's gay."
"Yes, I know, Frank mentioned it. So?"
"Well he helped me realize I was gay too."
"Ok, Frank told me that a long time ago, before our first meeting with Brian. So?"
"His name is Keona Okalani and he arrived Wednesday and he's staying with me, `on a trial basis'. Right now he's at McGregor School district figuring out what he needs to do to become Brian's teacher."
"That's wonderful, congratulations to you; and that's fantastic for Brian. What's his education?"
"Three years at UC Santa Barbara in Middle School Education."
"Excellent! That's even better."
"So none of this is a problem?"
"It's not a problem what so ever, not unless he's a criminal of some sort."
"When would you like to meet him?"
"How about this afternoon when I bring the boys over."
"I haven't said yes yet!"
"Yeah, but you're going to. Can I bring them at 2:00?"
"Mark's having a swim party for his Scout patrol today from 1:00 to 4:30."
"Perfect! They'll feel right at home with all the naked boys running around."
"Well, technically it's a clothing optional swim, some may be wearing suits, and I know at least four won't. Keona and I will be dressed since there will be some that don't know about us."
"Well, make that at least six naked boys. Do you still have the one bedroom open? The brothers shared a room in their parents' home. In the Stone's home they had separate rooms, but still slept together, and will probably want to continue I expect."
"Yeah, Mark and Brian are sharing his bed. Is a single queen bed ok for the brothers?"
"Well, it should be for a while at least, if you need to make changes, you'll have a 150 dollar gift card to address that."
"I don't need any gift cards."
"I know, but it's standard procedure when a foster child moves to a new home, it's to cover any expenses of the placement. Although these boys won't need much, their home has been very stable they have bicycles, toys, and everything. I'm going to have to use a CPS truck to move them. My little Sprint doesn't have that much room."
"You have an AMC Sprint? I've been thinking of getting one. Can I see the inside? What do you think of it?"
Phil took me out and opened his car up for my inspection. The rear compartment was what interested me most. This was one of two vehicles I was considering for our cook, it would need space for groceries and stuff and still be able to take a few boys to different places occasionally. He told me he was happy with the car and it got about 19 mpg in his normal city driving.
"When you bring the boys over, plan on staying a while, I have some things I want to go over with you?"
"See you at 2:00! Thanks Allen."
I went back to the school district office to pick up Keona. He was so excited. They were thrilled that he was going to be Brian's home school instructor, but to take it to the next level he needed a teaching certificate. With his three years at UCSB (University of California – Santa Barbara), he could easily qualify. With a little work at McLennan Community College (MCC), he would be able to finish his bachelor's degree. He wanted to go there and get registered. Right now, so he could start in September.
MCC is located in northwest Waco and is about 30 minutes away. On the drive, Keona told me a certificate would elevate him to be able to do Brian's testing as well as instruction negating the need to have the district test him again. His grading would be the same as if a teacher in a school had done his grades. They had given him everything he needed all the curriculum, sample testing for each grading period, everything Brian would need to join the 8th grade September 1981.
He was so excited; I didn't want to interrupt him with my news about the two brothers. My partner's life had real meaning again, and I wanted him to enjoy that feeling. I dropped him at the College admissions office and told him I had another errand to run.
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My errand now had even more urgency. Keona would need a car to commute back and forth to school. With 50 miles a day round trip, I decided the 1980 Ford Escort was my preferred car with its better gas mileage over the AMC and I drove to the Ford dealer not far from the campus.
I looked at the Escorts parked on the lot, and felt like I was being stalked. A salesman lurked just a couple rows of cars away. When I opened the rear hatch, he swooped in for the kill.
I faced him as he approached. "If you want to help me, stand right where you are, and keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a question." He wasn't accustomed to being treated so abruptly and simply complied. I sat in the driver's seat, front passenger, and rear passenger. The rear, as I expected, was sized for children. But they also folded down expanding the storage all the way to the front seats. It was exactly what I was looking for.
I looked to the salesman, "Are you allowed to make closing deals?"
"No sir; that would be our sales manager."
"Take me to him."
I followed along like a good little puppy to just outside the sales manager's office. I could tell, he had a sign on his door announcing his importance or was it his impotence. The sign didn't even have his name, just the position, which meant he shared the office with other sales managers. The salesman asked me to wait while he checked if the manager was available. I followed him in right on his heels.
The manager was one of those loud obnoxious car sales types. He didn't get flustered when I appeared unannounced. My first question did. "Just what value do you provide to the sale of one of the vehicles on the lot?" He stammered and attempted an answer about negotiations and other nonsense. "So you hire guys like George here to sell the cars, but you don't trust them. If you don't trust them why have them at all?" Again, he couldn't give me a straight answer.
"Ok, here's the deal, I'm going to give you a number for the 1980 Ford Escort Lift-back Coupe, the white one with a little orange racing stripe and black door guards.
"That number is the final out the door bottom line total; license, sales tax, dealer preparation fee, and whatever other crap fee you want to add on. I don't give a shit. But the total is this one price. Take it or leave it.
"For every item you try to upsell me, or for every minute that passes before you say we have a deal. My offer goes down by $100. Do you understand? Nod if you do."
He nodded. "But sir that just isn't. . ."
"Shut it! Your time starts when that second hand hits 12." At 3 seconds before I gave him my number, $4,719, a respectable discount off list price, plus they had to pay the taxes and license.
It was fun watching him squirm he so badly wanted to sell me rust preventative coating, and paint guard, and upgraded carpeting, leather seats, and an extended warrantee. "45 seconds." He was trying to do the math in his head, to see what his commission would be. "5 seconds."
"It's a deal." He exclaimed with 2 seconds remaining.
I handed him my credit card. "Run the card now. I'll be back to pick up the car in a half hour, have the paper work done."
The man looked defeated; I had beaten him at his game. More importantly, I had beaten him into submission in front of one of his salesmen who would tell every other salesman what I had done.
I actually knew the owner of this dealership, we were in a business owner's group together, and he had told me the whole game they play with customers. I knew the dealership was making money on the deal, I knew the salesman was making a little, but what irked me was the sales manager was making money and didn't add any value to the transaction. But when he saw the color of my credit card, he knew he had been beaten by one of the upper echelon of financially wealthy individuals, at least in the greater Waco area.
"We'll have everything ready when you get back. Mr. Jeffries. Thank you for your business."
I turned to the salesman who was loving seeing his boss being beaten to a pulp, I extended my hand to him and thanked him for being so helpful in making my decision. Just to piss off the manager even more, I told him he deserved the commission his boss was getting on this deal.
I drove back to the school and found Keona sitting on a bench. "How did it go?"
"I'm registered, but they told me I should get a Texas driver's license to get resident rates, I have two weeks to do that before I sign up for actual classes. To receive the teaching certificate all I have to do is pass a test. They gave me study materials and a practice test."
"We can get you the driver's license today, I know where the Texas Department of Public Safety is. It wasn't far, but about as far from home as you could get and still be in the greater Waco area. He went in and was inside for 30 minutes. He returned as a Texas resident at my address.
As we drove back to the Ford dealer, I told him about the two boys coming this afternoon.
When I pulled in a half hour late, Keona wondered why we were stopping here. "Our cook, whoever that may be, will need a small reliable car for grocery runs and other such trips, so I bought him or her a Ford Escort. You're gonna drive it till we figure out who that's gonna be. I bought that white one right in front of us while you were registering for classes."
My salesman was standing beside it dangling the keys for us. We walked up to him. "I've never seen my manager so mad before. He is totally pissed at you; no one has ever done what you did to him. Thank you, watching that was magical."
"Do you have a phone I can use? I need to call my son."
"Sure right inside." Keona kidded me about needing a car phone like James had.
It was almost lunchtime, and I wasn't sure if there was anything for lunch in the fridge. Mark answered the phone after it rang a long time. "Jeffries' residence, Mark speaking."
That sounded so cute, the first time he's ever answered my call. "I like how you answer the phone."
"Oh, hi Dad."
"Do we have any food for lunch?"
"Not really, I looked earlier, peanut butter and jelly or macaroni and cheese is about it."
"Jeff, Robert, and Frankie all coming over at 12:30?"
"Yeah, and Amy and Staci."
"Call the pizza place for a 12:30 delivery, and get enough for Keona and me too. We'll be home in 30 minutes."
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Keona and I got home at 12:15 with both cars. I would call this a successful day so far. Now all we had to do was sit back and watch a bunch of naked kids play in the pool for 3½ hours. Oh, and take in two more foster boys.
The naturists we were expecting from the troop arrived just before 12:30. Jeff, Amy, and Robert had to be introduced to Keona. We also had to apologize that we were not going to be swimming naked with them since several invited guests were not naturists. The pizzas arrived at 12:30. They were devoured immediately.
When the other guests arrived, my job was to answer the door and send the arriving swimmers out to the pool, the naturists out there would take care of the rest. Keona's job was to be the adult supervisor at the pool. Three members of the patrol were already here, leaving four more possible patrol member swimmers plus an undetermined number of siblings.
The first boy to show up came alone. He was the boy who had wanted to attend our experiment weekend, but didn't want his parents to know that he wanted to swim naked and decided not to even ask. Now he was confronted with five naked boys and two naked girls. They told him he didn't have to tell his parents. They didn't tell him his parents would probably find out anyway. His suit never got wet, thought the rest of him did.
The next two boys had each brought their younger sibling, one a brother, and the other a sister. The brother and sister were quick to embrace their natural state; the two patrol members weren't so sure and got in the pool in their suits. At least they hadn't been pressured. The fourth boy came alone too and only asked if anyone was going to tell his parents if he was naked. I assured him that I would not out him; and that lead to the conversation about the need for discretion if these swim parties were to continue. I told them they should never lie to their parents, but when talking with friends outside our group about swimming, that the way they were dressed should simply be left out of the conversation.
There is no way that thirteen children could keep anything secret. But I was ready for any fallout, it was, after all, clothing optional, no one was forced to swim naked. Any parent, any time was welcome to come and see what was going on in the pool.
It was nearly 2:00 and I called Mark and Brian to the patio. "I wanted to let you know that Mr. Patton is us bringing two more boys who needed a home. Their names are Kenneth and Benson Billingham and they'll be here in a few minutes.
"I should be here when they arrive, they'll probably need a friend," Mark immediately said.
"I wanna be there too, I know what it's like," Brian requested.
Keona came just inside the door, "Should I be in here or outside at the pool?"
"Get Robert to take over as lifeguard, and come in with the rest of the family, you're one of us now."
There was a pickup pulling up out front. "That's them, they're coming from a very stable foster home where they have been for four years. We were watching through the front window and the first boy got out of the cab with his back to us. "That should be Kenneth, he's 14, and Benson is 10.
Kenneth was helping his brother out of the truck; Benson stuck his head out about the same time Kenneth turned around to look at their new home.
"THAT'S KEITH AND BENNY!" Mark screamed as he tore out the door to greet his friends from Sun Ranch.
"MARK!" You live here too? Keith yelled in return.
Since Mark was again naked in the front yard, the rest of us went out too to greet the boys.
"You're Mr. Jeffries? This is your house?" Keith asked, hardly believing it was us.
"Come on Mark, take 'em inside, you're naked in the front yard again."
"I take it you already know the boys." Phil said.
"Yes, we met at Sun Ranch the week we stayed there. Keith and Benny were there for a weekend. They sure do have a lot of stuff, let Keona and me move our cars and you can back up to the garage. There's plenty of helpers in the back to help get you unloaded."
Keona and I moved our cars and allowed Phil to back down the driveway. "Let's go inside, the boys can unload later once they've had a chance to get to know everybody."
We stopped at the back window to watch the group playing in the pool. "Young ladies too?" Phil asked.
"Well, it started out as a Scout patrol swim, but the girls and that one small boy are all siblings of the patrol members, we don't discriminate.
"No I suppose not. Are they safe out there alone?"
"They're not alone; the 16 year old is a qualified Scout lifeguard. He's watching them, but Keona was before you arrived."
"Yes, and I'm heading back out there now while you two talk."
"Oh, Mr. Okalani, I do need you to fill out a form for me. You're not a criminal are you? We do have to run a background check."
"Oh shoot, I've been found out. I received a ticket for vagrancy in Santa Barbara about 15 years ago." Keona lamented.
Keona took the form to the dining table, filled it out, and returned it to Phil before going outside to relieve Robert.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about Allen?"
I handed him my list that I made a few days ago. "If we're going to take on twelve foster boys, we're gonna need a bigger house. I don't think there's a house that big anywhere in McGregor.
He started down my list, "A table for 20?"
"Well twelve boys, my family, and a cook is already sixteen people. Boys like to have sleepovers, so twenty may not even be enough.
"I was also wondering about the bedroom situation, I was thinking of having all the common rooms downstairs, and the twelve bedrooms upstairs. But is that a good idea? Would I need an adult up there with them?"
"You certainly would if all twelve were on a second floor. Why not put the classroom and maybe the game room upstairs, and have less bedrooms up there. The upper rooms could be for the older boys. The lower would be for the younger and the short-term stays."
"What are short-term stays?"
"Not all fosters kids stay in a home till they turn 18, some may only be here a year or two while a parent is jail. You might even have some that only stay a day or two. Those are more common than you might think. Parents can get custody back when they're released, so there will be turnover of boys who only stay a short time, hopefully Keith and Benny will be long term along with Brian.
"I see your question for the number of baths for twelve bedrooms. That's a good question; some group homes prefer a large communal bath not unlike a youth hostel. Others try a small toilet/shower for each room. Another way is a shared bath between two or four bedrooms.
"Are you sure you can afford this Allen? A house like this would put a large dent in your next egg."
"Well, let's just say your investigator isn't as good as you thought. He didn't find everything; I have a separate investment account that earns $90,000 a week."
"Oh my, I didn't realize that. Well that may change some of my recommendations. Like the bathrooms, I would suggest separate bathrooms or at most, the Jack and Jill shared bathroom between each two bedrooms.
"This is an excellent list, I can recommend a national firm that has designed some other homes of similar size, and maybe even one of their existing designs may fill your needs as well. Where were you thinking of building?"
"Right across the street. That empty lot. Mark doesn't want to move, but maybe I can convince him to move that far, then make a deal, with Judge Wilson to move in here. He needs a bigger house and a family court judge's salary doesn't go very far. That way Mark gets his best friend across the street from him and I get my lawyer close too. Can you get me the contact information of whomever owns that land? I'd like to make him an offer."
"Yeah, county records, no problem, I have friends that can look that up."
"Thank you Phil you've been a big help. I'd like the owner's name so I can acquire the land before I contact an architectural firm to design the building. There wouldn't be a need for a second story if I had that much space. Shall we get your truck unloaded so you can get out of here?"
I went to the back door. "Hey Jeff, can you get your patrol to help Keith and Benny get their stuff unloaded from Mr. Patton's truck? You can go through the garage, just as you are."
Jeff took charge and organized his patrol. Keith stood by to indicate either bedroom or garage for the various boxes. With patrol efficiency, the majority of the boxes quickly found their way to the bedroom we considered our guest room; that will now be Keith and Benny's bedroom. A couple boxes were directed to the pool house while their very expensive-looking mountain bikes and some other boxes were relegated to the garage.
I did squeeze in a call to my insurance company to add Keona to my policy and add the Escort.
At 4:00, the mother of the boy who was afraid she would find out he wanted to swim naked arrived to pick him up. I made the decision that I was going to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, and sent her on out to the pool to collect her son. I knew this would assure the knowledge that nude swimming was going on at the Jeffries house, and would become common knowledge throughout the troop. If parents didn't want their child here, they could refuse to let them come and I was fine with that. I wasn't going to lie about it or let a few reluctant parents control what I wore in my own house.
I heard the shriek from the boy, "Mom?!" as she entered the patio. I didn't see an adverse reaction on her part, she simply greeted her son and the other boys even speaking to several of them, and asking whom the boys were that she did not recognize. Benny and Keith both got out of the pool and introduced themselves to the boy's mom as new foster sons that just arrived today.
When they came back inside on the way to their car, she stopped, "Thank you so much for inviting my son. Please let him know when he is invited back."
"He's welcome anytime; he only needs to call before coming over." I told them both.
Well, that went better than I thought. The other parents picked up their kids and the swim ended at 4:30.
Phil called me later in the evening with the name of the landowner; the size of the parcel was 5 acres, 330 feet wide x 660 feet deep, and the name of the architectural firm in Waco.
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Friday night I called a family meeting, and had everyone, gather in the living room.
"Let me start out by welcoming our two new residents, Keith and Benny." Mark and Brian clapped wildly and attempted to whistle, so Keona and I joined in. "But really, they are not the reason I called this meeting. As you know, Mr. Patton is getting Keona and me a license to have up to twelve foster sons. Obviously, this house is not big enough. To build a house that large, we'd have to tear this one down and build a three-story house.
"That really doesn't work either, so starting tomorrow I'm going to attempt to purchase the land across the street. Over there, we'll have enough space to build a new more spacious house, everyone who wants one can have his own bedroom. This new house will have 15 or 16 bedrooms. We're even going to hire a cook to prepare our meals."
"Ooh, hire Malea Dad, she was really good."
"Thanks Mark, I wish we could. She would be perfect, but I doubt that will happen.
"So we're going to continue to live here till the new house is ready, then we'll move across the street. Is that ok with you Mark? I know you didn't want to move."
"Yeah, I guess I can live with that. I just didn't want to move away from Frankie or the troop. How long will this take?"
"Probably six months or more."
"Will we have a pool?"
"Absolutely, I'll have the same company put one in over there before we move."
"So, Keith and Benny I'm sure you have questions for us."
"Are Mom and Dad Stone going to be ok?"
"That I don't know Keith. Your mom broke her hip and had to have a replacement and your dad had a severe heart attack. I don't know their conditions."
"Can we go see them," Benny asked.
"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning."
"What do we call you? It's a little weird having two dads." Keith asked.
"Yeah, I have the same question. Like I said before, Mom doesn't fit Keona," Mark added.
"What did you guys call your foster mom and dad?
"Mom and Dad," Benny said.
"I understand your parents knew your foster parents when they were alive?"
"Yeah, they were in some club together. It was called The something Swingers. I don't remember the whole name. I think it had to do with old-time dancing." I left that one with no comment, fortunately, so did Mark.
"How about you guys call me Keo? The only person in the world that calls me that is my brother, so having you call me that puts you right up there with him," Keona offered. "It's what my brother called me growing up, so it's a very special name to me."
And you can call me Papa, like Brian does. Mark can still call me Dad, because I am his dad. I'll still answer if you call me dad, I've had Scouts call me that by accident, but I still answered."
"What are the rules about being naked, they seem pretty loose?" Keith asked.
"You guys can be naked whenever you want, unless we ask you to dress for a reason. Like next week when there will probably be an architect come over to discuss the new home we're building. And you need clothing to answer the door unless you are absolutely sure of who is out there."
"At mom and dad Stones, we had a rack behind the door where we kept robes. One was moms, one for dad, and one that either Benny or me could slip on to answer the door."
"Oh, I like that idea. I'll have to work on that," I replied.
"Keona and I will normally be naked. When Frankie and Staci's parents are here, they're usually naked too. We weren't today because of the clothing optional pool party and the parents. But probably not in the future, I think the whole troop will know we swim naked after today. And you're not supposed to go out front naked. The city doesn't appreciate it."
"Sorry dad." Mark whimpered. "I forget sometimes, especially when I'm excited."
I don't know if you noticed, but we have a new car. We bought a Ford Escort today. Keo will be driving it till we hire a cook, then it will be theirs."
"When will that be?" Mark wanted to know.
"Probable after we move," I said disappointing him.
"I have news too," Keona said. "I'm registered at McLennan Community College, I'll be getting my teaching certificate next week, and I'll start classes in September to complete my bachelor's degree in middle school education. Meanwhile I will be teaching Brian here at home to catch him up with the 7th grade.
So Keith, are you're starting the 9th grade? He nodded. And Benny, you're starting the 5th?" He too nodded. "We'll need to get you registered in your respective schools in the next couple weeks."
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August 1980
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Saturday morning I took Keith and Benny to Providence Hospital. Keith asked for Mr. Stone. We were referred to the third floor nurses station. There, we were denied entry and directed to the waiting room for a doctor to come see us. When I saw a doctor-looking figure approach, I stood and met him half way.
"Mr. Jeffries? I understand you're here to see Mr. Stone, but I'm afraid he can't have visitors. He is in very grave condition and may not make it through the day."
I so very much wanted to say, "If he's not going to make it through the day, then what difference will it make to allow some fucking' visitors?"
But I held that part of my tongue, "Doctor James," reading his embroidered name on his coat, "See those two boys behind me? They're his foster sons. They lost their first set of parents in a plane crash and didn't get the chance to say good-bye, not even at the funeral. Now you're telling me they're about to lose their second father and they can't see him to say good-bye?"
"Oh, I'm sorry; he didn't have any children listed. Yes, of course, they can go in, but I need you to tell them how serious his condition is. He on a ventilator and there are tubes. It's not a comforting sight, they need to be prepared."
"Yes, give me a minute."
I went back and kneeled before the boys, "Your dad had a very severe heart attack. The Doctor says he may not live through the day. He's unconscious right now and a machine is helping him breath. He has tubes providing him fluids and medication that keeps him comfortable. He won't be able to respond to you, but you can talk to him. You should tell him good-bye; we can come back tomorrow, if he makes it through the night. Are you ready?"
Both had tears in their eyes and nodded. I took a hand in each of mine and walked with the doctor to the room. "Please, only stay a minute or two, he can't take too much," the doctor stated as he opened the door for us to enter alone.
Their dad lay on the bed covered in a sheet up to his armpits, his arms at his sides on top of the sheet. His only movement was his chest rising and falling in response to the ventilator filling his lungs with oxygen. I let Keith take one side of the bed, and I took the other with Benny, they both reached for a hand to hold.
"I can't see his face. I wanna see his face," Benny said holding his arms up begging me to pick him up. I reached down and lifted the small boy resting him on my hip. Able to see him now, Benny said, "Hi Dad, me and Keith came to see you. You look like you're sleeping now so we're not going to stay long. Say hello to my Daddy when you see him, tell him I love him, and miss him too. Bye Dad." He turned his face to me and laid his head on my shoulder. "We can go now." He said.
"Say hi to our Mom too when you see her. We love and miss her too. Good-bye, Dad, I love you." Keith quietly said. He then turned and walked to the door, and I followed still carrying Benny. We walked to the nurse's station and I asked for Mrs. Stone's room.
"Second floor, room 218." We went down one floor and to the opposite end of the hospital, and entered 218. I finally put Benny down so he could run to her bedside.
"There's my boys!" she exclaimed and held out her arms to embrace them after they climbed up on her bed. "And you must be Allen Jeffries. Your face does look familiar; I guess I did see you at Sun Ranch when you hosted the boys for dinner that Saturday. They did have a good time with your bunch."
"Yes and they were perfect gentlemen then and still are."
"And now they're going to live with you. Small world isn't it."
"My son almost flipped out when he saw who it was."
"I understand you have one other foster son as well?"
"Yes, 12-year-old, Brian, and someday we'll have even more. We're building a home for boys."
"Yes Phillip was telling me all about it. Could you hand me my purse please, I have something you may be able to use. I had Phillip bring me these since I'm not going to be able to use it anymore. These are the keys to our place at Sun Ranch, and these are the ownership papers, all signed and ready to be transferred over to you. Use it in good health. You'll be able to fit all your boys in it."
"Well, thank you Mrs. Stone."
"Awe, it's nothing, we had it built when the boys came to live with us, mostly for them, and now you'll be able to take them and all your boys there for years to come. You'll get to use it more than we did."
We visited till just before lunch, she told us she'd be transferring to a rehab facility tomorrow, so we should give her a day or two to settle in before visiting her again there. After that, she would be going to a long-term assisted-living home. We promised we'd see her in a few days. The boys gave her a kiss on opposite cheeks and good-bye and we headed home.
Philip came by early in the afternoon to tell the boys their foster dad had passed away. At least this time, they got to say good-bye.
The name that Phillip had given me of the owner of record of the land across the street was Wayland Powell. His address was the only house on that side of the street just down the road. I walked to his door and knocked. He answered and I introduced myself as a neighbor from the other side of the street. I told him I was interested in the parcel of land across the street from my house.
"You're just another damned developer, get the hell off my porch!" he yelled and slammed the door in my face.
I was not to be deterred so easily, "I do want to build there, but I want to build a home for boys!" I yelled at the solid wood door.
The door opened a crack, "I'll give you one minute." The door swung open and he stepped onto the porch.
"I'm Allen Jeffries, I live in that house with the Suburban out front."
"Yeah, I've seen you around, I'm Wayland," his gruff voice confirmed. "Wayland Powell."
Having only a minute, I gave him a summary story how I was a Scoutmaster, had adopted one of my Scouts, and now had three foster boys. I was planning on taking in nine more and needed a bigger house, but there weren't any that large in McGregor. My plans were to build a fifteen-bedroom house with a large all-purpose room, industrial kitchen, dining room for twenty, game room, office, classroom, plus garages.
My quick story got me invited to sit on the front porch with him. I sat while he went inside and fetched two glasses of ice tea. My Scoutmaster days intrigued him the most and triggered memories of his own time in the Boy Scouts. He ended up telling me his life story.
He was born in 1901, making him 79 or 80. He had joined the first Boy Scout troop in Waco in 1916 when he was 15. He regaled me with stories of his troop's activities and service to the war effort during World War 1. He joined the Air Force in 1941 after Pearl Harbor. He was stationed at Hickam Field in Hawaii in a non-combat roll due to his age. He was wounded when an ammo locker exploded. He never had any kids and his wife passed from lung cancer ten years ago. "She smoked like a damn chimney," he told me, "don't ever smoke." He retired to his family's farmland after her passing.
He circled back to his Scouting days again, with memories of reading the Scout's magazine, `Boys' Life'. He'd take it to his bedroom and lay on the floor reading all afternoon. He loved those magazines and read them cover-to-cover several times before the next issue arrived a month later. He had tears in his eyes as he told me his story.
Then he shocked me. "Tell you what," he said, "you promise me that you'll work the words Boys' Life into the name of that home you're building, and I'll give you that parcel of land for your home."
I didn't need his donation, I only wanted him to sell me the land, but his offer was so intensely sincere, I couldn't decline. I hadn't even thought about naming the home yet, but his suggestion was perfect. We parted with a handshake first then a hug. The guy was incredible he'd gone from slamming the door in my face to donating a $25,000(?) parcel of land to my cause. I promised to return within a couple days. Then on second thought, I invited him to dinner at 6:00.
`It's A Boys' Life' Home for Boys was born on that porch, while sipping ice tea that afternoon. I called Frank and told him I needed my lawyer, and to bring the family over for dinner, we have some serious planning to do.
Keona and I were having enough trouble doing meals when it was just the four of us; now, tonight there would be 11 for dinner tonight.
I called a barbecue place in town and told him I needed a family dinner for six teens and five adults. I wanted everything from salad to dessert for delivery at 7:00. I gave them my credit card number
Frank usually gets off work about 4:30, so he, Kerri, and the kids arrived about 5:00. The kids were naked and in the pool a minute after they arrived. Keona, me, Frank and Kerri stayed in the living room.
"So, why are we still dressed?" Frank asked.
"We have a guest arriving at 6:00, and dinner will be here at 7:00. I wanted to prepare before he gets here."
I now Told Frank and Kerri of my plans to build a group home for up to twelve boys. That I had contacted the owner of the land across the street about acquiring the lot and it was he who was coming to dinner, and that he was donating the land. We needed to form a charity called `It's A Boys' Life'.
"Oh, I like it, how appropriate for a retired Scoutmaster." Frank exclaimed.
I went on telling them the whole story of my afternoon with Mr. Wayland Powell.
"Seriously? His name is Powell, as in Baden-Powell who founded Scouting?
"Yeah, quite a coincidence isn't it?"
Wayland arrived right on schedule and I welcomed him in. I took him out back where he could meet the first of the boys his donation would be helping. Our newest boys came right up to meet him, totally unashamed of their nudity in front of a clothed stranger. Their boldness encouraged Mark and Brian to come with them. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but they sure endeared themselves to the kindly Mr. Powell. He told them about how his Scout troop never wore anything when swimming in the Brazos River either.
We went back inside and the lawyer half of Frank went to work gathering the information from Powell for the donation of the land. This type of work was not Frank's specialty, but he knew what information was needed and knew just the man who could set it all up.
We were interrupted by the delivery driver with our barbecue dinner. I had him bring the food to the dining table. I noticed him glance out the back window a few times in the direction of the naked bodies, and I wasn't positive, but there appeared to be a bulge in his pants.
The dinner that was delivered was a family style meal with individual containers of three different salads, four different meats, two different baked beans, a giant pile for fries, mac & cheese, corncobs, green beans, and biscuits. On the side were barbecue sauces, butter, and honey. Dessert was peach cobbler with a half-gallon container of ice cream, which we stored in the freezer.
We all got plates and circled the table taking our favorites, I took a little of everything wanting to try it all. Beer and sodas were outside in the built-in fridge or on tap. When the kids saw us with food, they rushed the table. I told them what was there was theirs to finish. We sat at the teak table and feasted on one of the better barbecue take-out meals I ever had, and therefore, this wasn't going to be the last time either.
Frank had all the information he needed for now and Wayland excused himself after declining dessert and walked home.
We convened again in the living room to continue the discussion of our non-profit.
"Is that a new car in the driveway?" Frank asked.
"Yeah I bought it yesterday, we're gonna need another car for when we hire a cook and housekeeper, and immediately, Keona needs one for school. So for now, Keon`s can drive it till we figure out what's best for us."
"Ok, well stop."
"Stop what"
"Stop buying stuff till we get your non-profit formed, nonprofit organizations are exempt from paying Texas sales taxes on their purchases. From now on, everything you buy will be in the name of your nonprofit and your cook and even Keona can be an employee.
Frank knew quite a bit about charity's structure. We needed to form a board of directors. Frank volunteered to be on the board; I nominated him to be Chairman of the board. I volunteered to be an unpaid Chief Executive Officer (CEO); Keona was hired as our first employee, the Social Services Director. I suggested our account be hired as the Chief Financial Officer (CFO), at whatever rate he was charging us for his services, which would now have to include payroll. Frank nominated Phillip Patton as a board member. Providing Phillip accepted that left only the third board member spot open. . . I suggested Roy.
"Roy, as in Harley Davidson motorcycle, Roy?"
"Yeah, why not? He's a good friend, looks out for kids. . ."
"Maybe a bit over-protective, don't ya think?"
"I don't know, is there such a thing when it comes to protecting kids? And how much is there for the board to do, I'm funding the entire foundation myself. Isn't this board just a formality?"
"Well you do have a point."
"Good, since you're Chairman of the board. . ."
"I think I'm supposed to be elected to that position first."
"Ok, since you're "Acting" Chairman of the board, would you contact our two nominees and see if they'll serve?"
"So I have to do some actual work in a position that's just a formality?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"I do have one final question. Is the foundation name `It's A Boys' Life,' or `Its a Boys' Life'?"
"Didn't you say the same thing twice?" I asked.
"Yes and no. The first time, I said I – t – apostrophe – s. The second time, I said I – t – s without the apostrophe. The first way, it's is a contraction equivalent to It Is A Boys' Life. The second way is the possessive form of the pronoun `it', meaning belonging to it. That is The Home is A Boys' Life. Which is it supposed to be?
"Oh, I guess I was thinking of the contraction, but I can see it being the possessive. It's A Boys' Life Foundation makes more sense than Its A Boys' Life Foundation." It was a short discussion, and the contraction was settled on, so `It's A Boys' Life Foundation' will be the official name.
Frank got our two nominees on board and his lawyer friend filed all the paperwork with the state and the IRS for our 501(c) (3) status.
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I blew off work Monday, after asking Nancy's permission of course. Nothing was pressing and with the process of creating the non-profit underway, so the land transfer could happen, I felt comfortable proceeding to the architect. We met in their office in downtown Waco and went over my requirements list. With 5 acres of land, the idea of two stories was thrown out.
He asked me interesting questions what style of house, brick, stucco, or wood. To which I chose the Pueblo-style house with big windows, I'm a big fan of the New Mexico architecture. He asked what we didn't like about my current house. That was easy, the small windows at the back instead of walls of glass. He asked what we loved, that too was easy the patio, which was perfect, and my master bath shower. He asked if we ever used the bathtub. To which I responded that I had not in several years, especially now with a Jacuzzi. We went like that for a couple hours till he got a feel for what we wanted and liked. Then he made an appointment for a site visit on Tuesday.
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Phillip came by about 4:00 on Monday afternoon with more news. Mrs. Stone had been transferred to a rehabilitation facility Sunday morning. Phillip let me know that the Stone's lawyer had spent several hours with her Sunday, discussing the boys and other financial matters. He had been called at 2:00 Monday and was informed that she had what appeared to be a stroke and had passed away as well. The boys had lost their second set of parents, but as with their dad, they had also gotten to say good-bye to their mom.
This time both boys were shaken and cried openly, Keona and I each held a boy and tried to comfort them till they quieted and regained their composure.
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The Tuesday site visit commenced with a new architect arriving at our door, he introduced himself as Andrew, a specialist in Pueblo-style house designs. He started in our existing house and he understood why I loved my patio so much. Back inside he stopped in the kitchen. "Your requirements stated an industrial kitchen, what does that mean to you?"
"We intend to hire a cook, to make 20 people 3 meals a day, plus snacks for teenagers, and desserts. I see several burners cooking food and multiple ovens baking or keeping it warm so we can sit down as a family to eat together."
"You didn't list a pantry or refrigerators or freezers."
"Well I thought refrigerators and freezers were obvious, but I did forget a pantry."
"We'll need to figure out how big those will be; we'll probably have to double the size of this kitchen."
"I would expect that, our cook will probably have boys helping with the cooking too."
"The sizes of the appliances are important do you have someone you could ask?"
Keona and I looked at each other knowing what the other was thinking, "Yeah, we have someone we can call."
From there we moved across the street. "It's 330 feet wide and 660 feet deep. Exactly five acres."
"Where do you want the garage?"
"You mean garages; I'm thinking 3 or 4 for the cars, and one for bicycles. Probably need something for a maintenance workroom, and a storage room too, I could see the garages along the side. It could be part of the wall surrounding the entire property."
"There are several mature trees, do we need to work around them, or can we take them out?"
"We'd need to consult with an arborist, if the big ones are healthy and not at the end of their life-cycle, I'd prefer to save as many of them as possible." I replied.
"Good, nice to hear you say that. We'll have to do a more complete site survey later, but I have enough to do some rough sketches for approval of which layout you prefer."
As he was almost to his car I remembered something I've always wanted, and I yelled to him, "And I want a flag pole, a big one, with an Eagle on top." His response was a `thumbs up' gesture.
Keona volunteered to call Malea and ask about what she would suggest for a kitchen. After dinner, he took the phone out on the patio, because the TV was on.
He called me to the patio after maybe 30 minutes. I went out to where he was sitting. "I did something I should have consulted with you on first."
"Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. What is it baby?"
"I hired Malea. She'll be here Friday."
"Malea? Holy shit! You got Malea?" He nodded. "That's great!" I reached over and grabbed his face, kissing him right on the lips!
"Where are she and Okeke going to stay?" he asked.
"Okeke too? . . . I just thought she would . . . I don't know what I thought. Malea has all those aunts, uncles, and cousins . . . It never crossed my mind that she would need to bring Okeke."
"Malea doesn't have any family."
"But she talked about Okeke doing stuff with her cousins and uncles?"
"You gotta understand Hawaii. Over there every older person is your auntie or uncle, and kids are cousins. Malea's got no one except Okeke, and she hasn't worked since we were there. I told her we would have tickets for her at the counter for Thursday evening's late flight to Dallas. She'll be here Friday morning."
It's A Boys' Life had its second employee - Malea would go on the payroll as the Chief Operating Officer (COO).
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We went back inside and turned off the TV to groans. I stood before them and told the boys, "We have some good news, and a problem related to the news that we need to figure out and I need your help.
"The good news is that Malea has agreed to come work for us and be our chef. She lands Friday morning in Dallas with Okeke." Brian and Mark were ecstatic at the news, hoopin' and hollerin', Keith and Benny sat there stoic having no clue who Malea was. Mark quickly filled them in on her excellent cooking skills and the fact that she and Okeke were naturists.
"So what's the problem, Papa?" Keith asked, "She seems to be perfect?"
"Where will she stay till the home opens? Our bedrooms are full."
Silence filled the room.
"I'd like to get your opinions." I repeated.
"Couldn't we just find her an apartment nearby?" Keith asked. I'm getting the impression that Keith is a logical thinker, like an engineer.
His comment though, drew the exact reaction I expected.
"No way, she and Okeke are family!" Mark said adamantly.
"Yeah, she needs to stay here with us!" Brian added.
"Whoa, sorry, it was just an idea." Keith said retreating.
I defended Keith, "And it was a good one too Keith, and very realistic, and very doable, but you would have to know her like we do to fully understand. That was my first thought too, but I think we would only go that route as a last resort."
"How old is Okeke?" Keith asked.
"She's eight." Interesting, he's gathering facts to help analyze the problem.
"But she's a cool eight. In Hawaii, she slept with me, Brian, and Frankie most nights." Mark said defending her.
They bantered back and forth over how to accommodate two more people, even mentioning a tent in the backyard.
Benny's suggestion was that he and Keith could move in with Mark and Bryan and Malea could have their room. I had to admit that could work, but it would be a very tight fit without any room to move around.
Among the other suggestions were: convert the garage to a bedroom and converting the living room to a bedroom.
Every possible combination of moving people around was suggested at some point, even moving Mark in with Papa and Keo, and Brian in with Keith and Benny as well as the other two scenarios. But I didn't want to split anybody up.
Then Keith said, "How about a travel trailer in the driveway?" There was silence in the room. Why hadn't we thought of that before? "You know, the kind that people pull behind their trucks? It would fit in the driveway, they have bathrooms and a kitchen with running water."
It was the perfect answer. Malea and Okeke could sleep out there, have a bathroom at night, and spend the day inside the house, only using the trailer to retire at night.
"Keith! That's perfect!" Our problem was solved. The next day Keona and I went to a travel trailer dealer and bought a used trailer; someone had upgraded to a larger unit, and traded in this one. We bought the trailer and a hitch adapter and towed it home.
The only modification we made in the house, was to move Mark's hide-a-bed couch into the living room for the additional seating.
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I was starting to play in a sketchbook with ideas of a typical room layout. The more I played the more I convinced myself every boy would get his own bathroom, but it was hard getting that many bedrooms along an exterior wall. I wanted each boy's room to have a built-in closet, a queen bed, side table w/lamp, dresser w/mirror, a chair or recliner, a desk, and a loveseat/hide-a-bed, a desk w/chair and lamp and still have an openness in the room. On the exterior wall would be either a large picture window or two or three smaller ones. On the east or west-facing sides would be portico to shade the rooms from the harsh Texas sun. But no matter how I drew it, we're going to look like a hotel.
The kitchen would be in the center of the building, so would have no windows, but would be open into the great room, which would run from the front windows all the way to the back sliding doors that opened onto the patio. That distance would be ~120 feet and 40 feet wide.
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I actually went to work Thursday morning, to Nancy's cheerful "Well, look who managed to show up!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep that up and your position will need a replacement." I said as I walked by her desk. She knew my sense of humor, and knew I was kidding with her. Except this time, I wasn't kidding. Her position will be open soon. She just doesn't know it yet.
The big thing I worked on today was some designs related to It's A Boys' Life Foundation. We needed stationary, and a sign out front of the new building. I plagiarized blatantly from an early cover of Boys' Life Magazine. I also need to work with whoever my new accountant will be on some more on things like officially hiring Malea and Keona.
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With the foundation formed, I requested the account come by the office. He arrived and introduced himself. He asked for the paperwork to the Escort, and then we headed out. He had me open a post office box in the group's name so we would have a unique mailing address. Then we went to the bank where I transferred a donation of $1,000,000 to open a bank account under the charity's name. He got the account's style checkbook and I got three small checkbooks and credit cards on that account for Keona, Malea and myself. While at the bank, I got Keona the same credit card I carry.
With the Foundation established the property could be transferred. Frank's suggested real estate lawyer initiated the process of the gift transfer. When it was all done `It's A Boys' Life' would provide a charitable donation record for Mr. Powell, to which we would attach an appraiser's valuation. We of course paid for the appraiser and strongly suggested the valuation should be as high as possible without drawing IRS scrutiny, perhaps as high as if the land were in Dallas. Mr. Powell would have the maximum charitable deduction allowed by IRS code, for many years to come.
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Andrew, the architect, called, then came by the house that afternoon and presented six drastically different designs. One had a 1940 Route 66 feel to it. Bedrooms encircled an atrium, which contained the pool and patio, much like an old-time hotel. Trouble with that was the back yard was behind the bedrooms and couldn't be seen from the main house.
The one common thing on all six designs was bathtub/showers. Our suite on the cruise only had a shower, and the La'ie rental house's master-bath didn't have a tub, only a walk-in shower.
I shared my sketches with him. He was surprised at the size of my great rooms; all were huge 120 to 156 feet long and 60 feet wide. He tried explaining to have a room that large would require steel structure, increasing the cost significantly.
My reply was "Ok, so?" I removed a perceived limitation of cost from their designs.
I still wasn't convinced we needed bathtubs as compared to walk-in showers. I asked Mark to run a survey of his fellow Scouts tonight at his meeting asking about bathtub style and usage including frequency.
All the Scouts had bathtubs; all had some sort of hand-held shower attachment or built-in showerhead. Not one of the 26 boys in attendance tonight had taken a bath in the past year. A couple moms at the back of the room said they did once a month or so.
Thursday night we returned Brian's Scout application and took Keith to his first meeting. Benny was pissed that he wasn't old enough to join the Scouts; he'd have to wait till next April. Keith wasn't so sure about joining the Scouts, he's never had a need to be one before, but he agreed to go since everyone else was a member.
Mark was up in front of the group finishing his survey when Keona and I showed a few minutes early to pick up the boys following the meeting. As Mark finished his survey, the Longhorn Patrol Leader asked him, "Jason's mom told my mom that you have a really cool swimming pool. Is it true that everyone swims naked?"
Mark did his best to answer diplomatically, "No that's not entirely true. Our pool is clothing optional, so you can wear a swimsuit or not, it's your choice."
I could see he was going to take the brunt of potential kickback, and I decided to step in.
"Boys since I stepped down as Scoutmaster, many changes have happened around our house. As you should know by now, I now have Mark as my son, and three foster sons. I have created a charitable foundation called `It's A Boys' Life'. It's going to be a foster home for up to twelve boys. We're going to have some unique rules going forward.
Mark and I are naturists. That's another name for nudists. In our home or back yard, none of us wears clothing very often. We're members of Sun Ranch Nudist Resort, about a half hour from our summer camp. No one there wears any clothes either. So in the future, if any of you come to swim in our pool, you can expect to see nude people around the house. That includes Mark, Brian, Keith, and Keith's younger brother, Benny, our new cook / housekeeper, and her granddaughter, myself, and my partner Keona. Last week we had the Armadillo Patrol over for a swim, almost everyone choose to swim naked, one did not, and that was perfectly ok.
"So when your patrol comes to our house to swim, there's a good chance all the people I just named will be naked while you're there. You do not have to swim naked or be naked in our house. It's called clothing optional. You can wear a swimsuit if you wish, no one will force you to be naked. So if that is a problem for you or your parents, I'm sorry, but just don't come over if that's the case. We'll never answer the front door naked, but we will be inside.
"Did I hear the Armadillo Patrol got to bring their little brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, there were 5 siblings that were guests and they were all younger, but older ones are welcome too. You are all welcome to bring your brothers or sisters."
"If you would like to bring your patrol over, you need to coordinate through Mark. We won't be home tomorrow, but starting Saturday and all of next week the afternoons are available, say 1:00 to 4:30. Once you've come over with your patrol and you'd like to come back, again call Mark and see if the pool is available, it's a good chance it will be.
When I go, there'll be a good chance my sister Amy will too." Jeff told the troop.
"And me and my sister Staci go there all the time too." Frankie added.
Before we left, Gary and his Longhorn patrol, scheduled their swim for Tuesday afternoon.
Looking over Mark's survey it appears boys don't use bathtubs, but I'd better ask Malea what she wants in her suite.
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"Time to get up guys, come on, wakie, waike. Good morning, it's Friday, Malea arrives today. The local time is 6:33 a.m. The bus for Dallas leaves in 27 minutes." I yelled to the boys.
"Daaad, stop." I went in Mark's room and pulled the sheet off their bodies and wiggled both their dicks till they were hard. I went to the other room and did the same thing to Keith and Benny, except since Benny only has dry orgasms I continued playing with him till he got his tingles. The others would have to cum on their own in the bathroom.
Breakfast was quick, just cereal and juice, then everyone got dressed for the trip to Dallas. We sat two to a seat so the kids could stretch out and go back to sleep on the drive north.
We parked and went in baggage claim where we were to meet Malea and Okeke. The boards showed their flight status as `Arriving' that means they're taxiing from the far runways and will be at the gate soon. We would have to wait several minutes. Mark and Brian were anxious to see them again; Keith and Benny were just bored waiting.
Every time a bunch of people began descending the escalators, the boys would search the crowd of arriving passengers. Finally, the sign indicated the Hawaii flight luggage would be on baggage claim 1.
People began arriving and jockeying for position around carousel 1. It still took a while for our passenger to appear; they must have been in the rear of the plane and gotten off nearly last. The boys spotted them and Mark and Brian ran to meet them.
See, I told you I see you soon, you and Keona, you gonna work out just fine." Malea said and hugged me like an uncle, which in Hawaiian I guess I was. They each were pulling small roller bags and Okeke was clutching her stuffed parrot.
We introduced our newest sons Keith and Benny, Okeke took a shine to Benny and wouldn't let go of his hand. Their checked bags arrived, only one more suitcase each. "Is this it? Or did you ship the rest?"
"No, this is all." I didn't realize they were living in poverty, but now what Keona told me made sense about having no one and not working. She won't be in poverty starting today. She will have whatever she needs.
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We went straight from the airport to a restaurant supply store in Dallas. I told Malea she was to order the major pieces of equipment for her dream kitchen. The kitchen would be designed around whatever she bought.
"I will make you a kitchen with a home look, but with many commercial appliances, stone countertops and wood cabinets, it will be beautiful and yet easy to cook for large groups.
For the refrigeration section of the kitchen, Malea selected a 2-glass door Refrigerator & a matching 2-glass door Freezer, and an 84" tall two-compartment Wine & Soda cooler.
The centerpiece of her kitchen will be an eight burner stove with a 24" griddle and twin 30" ovens. A separate four drawer warmer will keep the food hot prior to serving. Other major accessories around the room will be a 44-pound icemaker, an under-counter high-temp dishwasher, and a 20 qt. commercial stand mixer with floor stand.
For the countertop appliances, she included a soft-serve ice cream machine w/3 flavors, and a milkshake mixer w/ (3) Spindles, a 3⅓ hp. blender, and four-piece square waffle maker and 24 Quart Electric Roaster Oven.
She quickly dropped $6,000 and what was called the tabletop section was yet to go. That is where things like spoons, spatulas, ladles, pitchers, and all hand tools are found. We took an industrial size shopping cart through that section then the cooking pan section where she selected pots and pans of all sizes, skillets from 8" to 24", sauce pans, sauté pans, soup pots, and stock pots, cookie trays to cake pans and bread pans. Malea didn't have to look around, she knew exactly what she wanted in her kitchen, and put it in the basket.
She asked, "Do we need plates and cups?"
"I have enough for 6 months at least, I think." I replied. At least if dishes are washed after each meal.
We went through check out and the floor manager was impressed with Malea's purchase. "You're not opening a restaurant, some sort of a group home?"
"Good guess, I said showing him my tax exempt status."
"Ah, a boys' home! Excellent." For charities, we include free delivery. When would you like it delivered?"
"Sometime in the next six months."
"Very funny, how's Tuesday?"
"Tuesday will be perfect. Someone will be home."
"We'll be there in the morning. Where is this going?"
"Just in the garage for now, the home isn't even designed. We needed to know how big to make the kitchen."
My charity's credit card made its first purchase and it was over $10,000. That actually put a dent in the profit I made this week from my investment account.
Our shopping took most of two hours and an early Lunch was the next most important event on our schedule. I wanted to do a `welcome to Texas' barbecue but there was no time to get to McGregor before hungry mouths would start chirping like baby birds. So I asked the manager for a recommendation.
"Restaurant or Fast Food?"
"I want the best Texas barbecue; I don't care what the place looks like."
He drew me a map to a hole-in-the-wall place in a strip mall about a mile away. I almost drove past it, the building looked so run down. But we stopped anyway and was glad we did. Their food rivaled the place in McGregor.
The two hours to McGregor made Malea remark, "Drive that straight and that long in Oahu and you end up in the water."
We passed through Waco and I pointed out H.E.B. as the best grocery store, the mall where Sears, JC Penny, and Montgomery Ward was located then pointed to Walmart and K-Mart as we drove past. She knew what Sears and Penny's was, but I had to explain Ward's, Walmart and K-Mart. The rest of the way home I pointed out landmarks Malea would soon need as she started cooking for us.
We pulled up in front of the house along the curb and I pointed out the Escort, which was parked behind the trailer, as the car she and Keona would share till we figured out another vehicle for the organization. We had told Malea that her temporary living quarters would be a travel trailer so she wouldn't be surprised.
The boys took the luggage to Malea's trailer then dropped their clothes in their room. They all came out naked, headed to the pool. We also headed to our bedroom to get more comfortable. With females living here now, towels and other such cover-ups will become more important as erections will again need to be covered. We haven't bothered with that protocol since returning from Hawaii.
The towel protocols didn't last long before the boys once again were sporting random erections. Neither Malea nor Okeke seem to notice or if they did notice, they didn't care. Pillows worked just as well.
That evening, Keona and I sat down with Malea to discuss the financial arrangements of her employment. She attempted to start the negotiations by asking for room & board and $100 a week so she could buy things for Okeke and herself.
"Malea, that's not how this is going to work. Here's the deal. You are going to be an employee of `It's A Boys' Life' Foundation, a charity we have established. As an employee, you will receive $1,000 per month salary that will be adjusted every year for inflation.
"As a resident of the new home, you and Okeke will have your own two bedroom, one bathroom suite and take all your meals with us just as we did in Hawaii. When we get another vehicle, the Escort, which belongs to the foundation, and is insured by it as well, will be for your exclusive use. This is a credit card, that you are to use for anything related to the charity, and I do mean anything. Things you personally need while employed here are to be charged to this card, or paid for with one of these checks. You and Okeke will have medical insurance under the foundation's medical plan.
Okeke, as a youth resident will receive a weekly allowance of $7.00 per week paid on Sunday. When she graduates from high school, she will attend McLennan Community College in Waco for two years. If she wishes to continue her education, an additional two years at just about any college in the country she wants, will be paid by the foundation."
Malea sat there stunned and unbelieving what I had just told her. Keona was even shocked. "How does that sound?"
"I. . . I don't know what to say." She sputtered out between sobs.
"Well, "ok" or "that sound fine" or a simple "yes" would work for me."
"Ok, yes, that sounds fine. Thank you so much"
"But I haven't told you your job duties yet, you may not like some of them."
"They can't be that bad, what are they?"
"You're going to be the mother of several boys including Mark. I expect you to be the house manager and have the boys help you with chores around the house. They need to learn to cook and we'll establish a rotation to help you with the meals, cleaning dishes, doing laundry, keep their own rooms clean, help clean the common rooms. If this workload ever becomes too much for you alone, you are to hire someone to help you as an employee of the charity. You just tell us whom you want and we'll make it happen.
"Some of the meals you cooked for us in Hawaii were what I would call special occasion meals. Those are fine, for birthdays or holidays, or special recognition, but what I expect you to feed us is normal everyday meals, Spaghetti, Pot Roast, Kalua Pork, chicken, fish, various casseroles, and salads. During the school year, after school snacks may be necessary. When you want an evening off, fine we can order take-out, we just found an excellent barbecue place right here in McGregor.
"There will be vacations too, we have a place at Sun Ranch Nudist Resort, and if you're willing to go along and do our cooking, it would be appreciated. Okeke gets to go as well of course, and on other vacations too, where cooking isn't possible, you're welcome to go along on those too, you and Okeke are now part of our family.
"There is something we are going to have to stop though. Remember when Okeke and Frankie were, ah, playing in the living room and I asked if you were ok with it?" She nodded. "Well that needs to stop happening in the common areas."
"What do you think Love, have I covered everything?" I asked Keona. He nodded.
"Are you still ok with those conditions, Malea?"
"Yes, very much."
"I do have one more question. When we design your suite, do you want a bathtub type shower, or just a walk-in shower?"
"I do enjoy getting away from it all sometimes by hiding in the bathroom and just soaking in the tub, but usually I just use the shower."
"Then you shall have both in your room."
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We cut Malea some slack on Saturday morning as she recovers from the 5-hour time change, and a busy day of shopping. Keona and I made scrambled eggs this morning as she slept in.
Frankie came over after breakfast to see Okeke and Malea, and swim the rest of the day.
I called Sun Ranch and asked if they were aware of the Stone's passing. He told me they were and that I was now the owner of the Stone's place. I told them we would be using the cabin and were arriving on August 28 departing Sept 2.
I heard him chuckle in the background.
"What, did I say something funny?"
"Well, yeah, I wouldn't exactly call it a cabin; it's more like a house."
"Can you describe it to me?"
"The guy that called said you're the boys' foster father now?"
"Yeah, that's correct."
"You should ask Keith, he knows more about it than I."
Malea began her familiarization with my kitchen. I think she took everything out of my cabinets that afternoon. She threw away food that had been in there for too many months or years in some cases, and made a list of things she wanted for the next six months. She presented the list for my approval.
"Malea, you don't need my approval. If it's something you need to do your job, next time you're in Waco, go to one of the stores and buy it using the credit card I gave you. You're Chief Operations Officer, which includes kitchen operations. I expect you to take care of it, even if that requires a little heavy hand with the boys, you do it, like any Hawaiian mama.
Sunday she convinced Keona to accompany her to the store, but he made her drive. They came home with the back end full of groceries and some new small appliances. My little 4-quart crock-pot was donated to charity and an 8-quart one replaced it.
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Keona had been putting together Brian's 5th grade lesson plans, and Monday morning was the start of Brian's home schooling. He wasn't pleased he was going to miss pool time but he knew it was going to happen and with only mild reluctance, began working at the dining room table with Keona. Today they only worked a couple hours while Keona wanted to ramp-up his schooling slowly.
Mark, to help Keona out actually rode his bike over to Frankie's house, making one less distraction in the house.
Keith and Benny's foster parents' funeral was also today, and I was taking them to the funeral service and the internment. They both came to breakfast dressed that morning in their very best suits, a few wrinkles from the move, but obviously nice, tailored suits. I had planned to attend in typical office casual attire, but when I saw them, I went back and changed to the best dark suit I owned.
The funeral was in Waco in the largest funeral home in the city. The attendees were a who's who of Waco upper society. Cadillac's, Lincoln Continentals, and Mercedes, were in abundant supply in the parking lot. Keith seemed to know most everyone. Benny just sat next to me and held on tightly, overwhelmed by the crowd. I do believe every person approached us either at the funeral home or at the graveside internment. My suburban was placed right behind the hearse for the trip to the cemetery.
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At the end of the graveside service, a formally dressed man approached and extended his card. "I'm Adam Booth, of the Oswald and Booth Law Firm in Dallas. I'm Keith and Benny's lawyer and the executor of the Stone estate. Do you have some time to talk?"
"I'm sorry, but I need to get Benny home, he's a bit overcome with all of this. Perhaps tomorrow in my office?"
"I understand, Mr. Jeffries, I only need maybe an hour. I could meet you at your home, if that would be ok. I would prefer to return to Dallas this evening."
Keith leaned over and whispered, "It's ok, he knows we're nudists. I've even seen him naked."
"Fine, that's my Suburban; let me give you my address if we get separated."
"No need Mr. Jeffries, I have your address. I'm going to leave now and I'll meet you there."
"It's ok Papa, he's all right and a good friend of Mom & Dad's."
Several more well-wishers spoke with us before we were able to get away. Mr. Booth's Cadillac was sitting in front of our house when we arrived. Based on Keith's say so, we invited him in.
Keith and Benny immediately went to their room and removed their suits. "Now there are the boys I recognize," he said as the naked pair returned to where Mr. Booth and I were talking, each of them seeking a hug from their friend. "I'd join them if I were going to stay longer. Can we sit somewhere and talk?"
The boys went out back to find their brothers, which included Cousin Frankie as he had accompanied Mark back from his house.
Mr. Booth and I sat in the living room and I invited Keona to join us, which he did after putting on some clothes.
"Let me introduce myself, again I'm Adam Booth and I was a close friend and lawyer of Mr. & Mrs. Stone. When Keith and Benny's parents were killed and put in the Stone's care, all of the Billingham family assets, according to their will, were placed in a trust with our law firm as the trustee. When the airplane manufacturer paid the judgement in the wrongful death suit, those funds also went into that trust. Today, those two boys stand to inherit in excess of $10 million each beginning when they turn 25 or when we, as the trustees see fit to release funds.
"When the Stone's became their foster parents, they rewrote their will leaving everything equally to the two boys. After the settlement was paid, the Stones realized the boys didn't need their money and talked about changing their will again, but procrastinated.
"Fast forward to after your visit Saturday. I received a call from Mrs. Stone. After Mr. Stone died, she realized her own situation, asked me to do some investigating, and because of that investigation directed me make changes to her will.
"The investigation center around you Mr. Jeffries, and when we discovered you, Mr. Okalani, the investigation widened to include you as well.
"Mrs. Stone was very thankful for the kindness you extended the boys at Sun Ranch, your willingness to foster the boys even though you had no idea who they were. She was especially grateful for you bring the boys to the hospital. When our investigation discovered your extensive wealth, she realized you were doing this for the boys and not trying to get into their trust funds. Our investigation also found your creation of `It's A Boys' Life' Foundation as a home for boys.
Mrs. Stone directed me on Sunday morning to change her will extensively, leaving the bulk of her estate to the `It's A Boys' Life' foundation as an endowment. There are some other directed bequeaths too, for instance, Sun Ranch, and a few other charities, but by the time all of their assets are liquidated here, New York, and in Hawaii, there will be a substantial estate.
"Oh, what's in Hawaii? I'm from Hawaii." Keona responded surprised.
"Yes, we know and that's where this gets VERY interesting. They own a large vacation home in Kealakekua."
"That's where I was born."
"Yes, we found that too."
Malea brought over some meatball subs. She had been quietly working in the kitchen and served us lunch. She asked what we wanted to drink. I suggested we move outside to the patio where drinks were available and beer was on tap.
We sat at the table and got our own drinks. "And here I thought I was only going to be an hour."
"Oh, you're right; shouldn't we let your driver come in?"
"No, he's fine. The car is air-conditioned. He could use one of these sandwiches though." Malea nodded and took him a plate and a soda.
We continued our conversation outside on the patio. "So as the director of the charity, you have say-so over the disposition of the assets. So I will be getting a list together for you to make that determination. All totaled though, your charity will be receiving $20 to $25 million. A very fine endowment that properly managed should fund a boy's home forever. To help you accomplish that, Oswald and Booth offers a endowment service complete with an in-house investment firm. Should you need us that is."
"Just based on what we have found out about you, you're probably not interested in the Waco house or the New York penthouse, but I'll bet you may decide to keep the Kona house since it's so close to Keona's unofficial parents. You may want to take the boys to the Waco house to see if there are any mementos they would like to keep, before we schedule the auction appraisers. Feel free to take whatever you want, there may even be some pieces you could use to decorate the home you're building, just let me know when, and one of my interns will meet you there. We will be handling all the liquidations of the assets for you as part of the executor duties."
"Liquidations?"
"Oh yes, they have an extensive Western art collection as well as several nice cars."
"They didn't happen to have large multi-passenger vehicle did they?"
"Why yes, they did. It is a 1980 Suburban much like yours. They called it their camp car and used it when they went to Sun Ranch."
"I was considering getting another Suburban for when the home needs to move twelve boys and support staff. So don't sell that one, the charity can use it."
"Ah, already planning a trip to Sun Ranch?"
"Yes actually we're thinking of going down over Labor Day, but that only requires eight or maybe nine seats for all of us."
"Well enjoy the house down there, you should really like it. Do you need any help completing the title transfer?"
"Can you do that for me?"
"Mr. Jeffries, we have 47 lawyers. My interns can do a simple title transfer and the cost will be covered under the executor fees. Shall I transfer the Suburban at the same time?"
"Yes, absolutely, we need another vehicle."
"Well I'll need the papers she signed for you, and then I should be getting back to Dallas. Do you mind if I say good-bye to the boys while you get those papers?"
"Go right ahead."
They were at the small table eating lunch and he wandered over, Keith introduced him to the others.
I brought him the papers. "One of those little boys is a little girl!" he stated. "I thought this was going to be a boy's home?"
"It will be. Okeke is our chef's granddaughter, and there will be other girls around as well, like when Mark's scout friends come swimming and bring their brothers and sisters."
"That's fantastic, a very healthy environment," he said as he departed.
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I had postponed working from my normal Monday to Tuesday because of the funeral. So here I am, another day in the office, but I can't focus on anything related to work. I gotta get out of here. I have a home to build. I need to retire. I told Nancy that she should schedule the company barbecue for mid-September. Then made the mistake, I suggested she give the job of organizing the event to someone else, she gave me the look. "You really think I would have done it myself?"
"Sorry, I should have known. Am I allowed to recommend a caterer?"
"Ok, I'll allow it as a recommendation only."
"McGregor Bar-Bee-Q (their spelling, not mine)."
"Oh, you're right about them, their food, is really good."
One great thing came out of today, I got a phone call from my previous head of product development, Victor Mayfield. He called from Oak Ridge where he was working for the department of energy, with great news. We had to speak in cryptic terms due to the classified nature of the product we were discussing. He informed me that the product had successfully been split into the DOD element and the DoE product. The spin-off company that I held a 5% stake in was going into full production on the electrical grid product. He told me my 5% was going to make me a rich man. Then realizing whom he was talking too, he changed that into a richer man.
When I got home the kitchen appliance delivery had been made and the garage was near full. They did have to navigate around Malea's trailer to reach the garage.
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There was a flurry of phone calls between parents of the various patrols, and myself after Saturday's swim party. Frank and Kerri stepped in on their own admitting that they and their children were nudists. Every parent that called me, I simply asked if they trusted me over the past five years, and if they did, they could continue to do so. I invited every parent to visit any swim session any time. Many of the dads were supportive of nude swimming, because when they were children, they had swum naked at the Boy's Club or the YMCA.
Keona and I were now known as a gay couple, at least within the Scout troop family when they figured out when I called him my partner, I didn't mean a business partner, but my life partner. This was back when scouting was less intolerant of gay leaders. Anyone who publically `came out' was expelled from Scouting. We were never reported.
The parents of the Armadillo patrol confirmed to other parents that their children did enjoy swimming nude, and wouldn't hesitate to allow their children to return, their boys, or their girls.
The hubbub died down after a couple days. The Chuck Wagon Patrol had come swimming this afternoon, and had brought five younger brothers and sisters and one older sister who was 15. She caused a few stares from the patrol members, but not from the boys who have been to Sun Ranch. She did have a pleasant set of breasts, which she was more than willing to display to the curious boys. Again, some of the non-working moms came by to check out the situation. It also helped that Staci and Frankie were here too, as well as Okeke.
The Chuck Wagon patrol scheduled their swim for tomorrow afternoon. Just about every child showed up with a swimsuit. Most of them never got wet, the shy kids wore theirs till they overcame the initial reluctance and quietly slipped their suits off, usually while in the water.
Parents did drop by as I expected they would, some of the Chuck Wagon parents dropping in on the Longhorn swim just to check things out. I answered the door wearing my emergency pants as I always did. Especially after the incident with Phillip at the front door when I assumed it was Frank.
Some had expected I would answer nude and were surprised. I explained to them that I still respected those that prefer clothing; but that if they were going to stay and join the swim party, that I would return to my natural state.
At first none of the parents stayed longer than a few minutes that would change over the following months, some parents eventually did stay and swim when it was just their son or two or three friends who had come over and not the patrol, some even swam nude with their sons.
After the initial patrol swims, it became more likely that Mark would get a phone call from a Scout and ask to come over. This also led to more siblings coming along. A 110° Saturday prompted the largest group we'd ever had. I think every scout in the troop was there that day, and most of their brothers and sisters and several parents.
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Wednesday morning, while Keona worked with Brian, I took Keith, Benny, and Okeke with me and stopped at the elementary school to register Benny and Okeke. Malea had provided me with Okeke's 2nd grade final report card and I had Benny's transcripts. They weren't real happy with just a report card, but it was enough to contact the school to get her official record.
The next stop was the high school to register Keith. They were all shown where their homerooms were, who their teachers would be, and what time to report on Sept 3rd. Keith could optionally attend a freshman orientation on Aug 27th, one week prior to class.
I also asked about the community soccer team. The school had nothing to do with it, but told me when and where practices were held.
Keona continued his class for Brian for two hours then took a break and went back for another hour ending at lunch.
On our way home, we nearly drove by my woodworking friend. So making a quick detour, I pulled into his driveway. With all that has gone on, I forgot all about picking these up. We knocked on his door and he took us to his shop. Each stand was custom fit perfectly holding the shell in an upright orientation, balanced against two points of contact along the back. The shells were beautifully displayed. He told me with the glass the four stands would be $120. I didn't have any twenties; I gave him $150 and told him to keep it.
On the way home, we dropped off Frankie's shell at his house and at home, I put each boy's shell on the most appropriate shelf. My shell went on the mantel above the fireplace in the living room.
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On my Thursday in my office, I had another meeting with the Andrew the architect. Seems I am doing less and less, office work here and more work on my charity.
I told him about the survey Mark did of his Scout Troop and the only positive responses about bathtubs were from a couple mothers in the back. I told him the twelve bedrooms were to have showers capable of easily holding two persons. The two large bedrooms, Mark's and mine, were to have to have identical showers, eight feet long and six feet wide with multiple showerheads with multiple controls, and large enough for some group fun. No tubs were needed.
I left work early (again), and had Andrew follow me home so he could speak directly to Malea about her kitchen. That's when I found out the large refrigerator and freezer was to be located inside the pantry, which was to have an auxiliary cooling unit to keep the entire room at 65°. There would be a household refrigerator in the kitchen area next to the wine/soda cooler. The center of the kitchen would have an island providing under cabinet storage and a large worktop. A granite counter would run most of the length of the kitchen as a serving counter for buffet style serving or for hungry boys to sit at eating breakfast or lunch. All the cabinetry was to have wood doors in a color to harmonize with the rest of the interior of the house.
Malea knew what she wanted and exactly where she wanted it. She is going to have the kitchen of her dreams; and frankly, I don't care how much it costs.
I noticed they stopped working with the whole house layout, they were working only where she wanted specific pieces of equipment, and the room would be designed around where she placed the appliances. They even went to the garage to get specific appliance dimensions and electrical requirements off the fact sheets of each appliance.
My only regret about hiring Malea was that we didn't get her two weeks earlier. Not in my wildest dreams did I consider that she would leave Hawaii to come work for us.
Before Andrew left, I applied pressure to the schedule, I told him I would like to see the completed kitchen design on Saturday, and I was willing to pay overtime. I then asked if they had arranged for an arborist to survey the trees. He claimed he didn't know, but would find out before Saturday. He got my point and scheduled his return for Saturday afternoon.
Mark, Brian, and Keith went to Scouts. Brian was now a member, but Keith still wasn't sure, but went anyway. He did admit the guys were all nice, not like his school. Mark defended the Scouts, saying they made the best friends, because you have scouting in common.
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Late August 1980
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With all that has been happening I have neglected my best friends. We have four new house members and only Frankie and Staci have met them, so when they came over to swim, I invited Frank and Kerri, to join us for dinner Friday night to meet Malea, Okeke, Keith, and Benny.
Malea understood my close relationship to them and put on one of her signature special-occasion spreads. She made a run to H.E.B. for fresh salmon and loads of vegetables; she even made fresh bread and not one of those bread machine loaves.
Over dinner, we were lamenting the end of summer and the beginning of school in a week and a half. Benny brought up going to Sun Ranch. Everyone present confirmed they were on-board for Labor Day weekend.
Later I confirmed with Malea that she was good with cooking for twelve in an unfamiliar kitchen.
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Working overtime, Andrew was back Saturday morning with a detailed drawing titled Malea's Kitchen. He went over it with her in the smallest of details, while I just looked over their shoulders and kept my mouth shut.
Then it was my turn. I had taken ideas from several of the proposals and I presented my sketch to him. I had divided the house into two halves, the residential section, and the common section. The residential side consisted of 14 bedrooms. The common section had the great room, kitchen, game room, classroom, the office, the guest room, and Malea's two-bedroom suite off the north side.
When you entered the front door, you could enter a hallway to the east into the bedrooms or turn west and enter the Great Room. The west side of the house had four rooms, two game rooms, the classroom, and the office. At the entrance to the Great Room, immediately to the north was the kitchen complex. A pantry, the kitchen, a counter, and the dining table. Malea's suite and the guestroom were at the far back or north side of the house. The patio was between Malea's bedroom and the office.
He looked over everything carefully; I had used graph paper at 4 feet to the 1/4" squares. "This is really well thought out," he said stroking my ego. I was waiting for the `but'.
"But I think you're a little over zealous on the great room. This house is only for 18 people. See here, where you have your dining room table, you have room for 24 people, that's ok, but look how small it is in comparison to the room. You could fit 6 of them across, and a full second row, and two more sideways, that's 240 sitting down to eat in a single room. Your room is 80 feet wide and 68 feet deep. I'm serious, if we built this, you'd hate it. It would be an echo chamber. That's 300 square feet per person in this one room alone. You got about 1,000 square feet per person in the whole house.
"Do you have an hour right now? I want to show you something."
I did, and this was important, so I went with him. He drove us to the Old Waco Hotel in downtown. We parked and went into the newer convention portion of the hotel and into one of the conference rooms. "This room is larger than yours; it's 95 x 65, so let's move up 15 feet." He pulled out the sketch I had drawn and pointed to a spot. "We're standing right here. Your pantry and kitchen are off to your right, as is the dining table. What's in front of you is your living room. This portion of the room has a maximum seating capacity of 600 people in auditorium seating or for a reception, or in a classroom layout 325."
Damn, the area in front of me was huge he was making his point.
"Let's move up some." We moved forward about 20 feet. "From this point the room is now 60 x 65. Max is now 450 or 240 for a classroom.
Dang, still more than enough room, no it's time to be realistic, this is too much room.
We went out to the front of the hotel, where there were several seating areas set up. "This looks much cozier."
"Yes, while only 40 feet wide it runs the full length of the hotel down to the restaurant, about 150 feet, but doesn't overwhelm you with its enormous size, like your conference room would have. You can walk through without hitting any chairs, in a fairly straight line.
"Are you ready to go? I want to show this to you on paper. With what you gave me today, I think we can have the basic design done today. You had some good stuff in your design."
When we got home, he excitedly sat at the dining table, "Quickly go over every room and tell me what you were thinking."
I had already explained what each boy's room was going to have previously. I explained each feature and why I had chosen specific room sizes. I mentioned details I had not included in the drawing, like fireplaces and sinks and toilets, a missing restroom for the great room, and that my pantry and kitchen were only a guess.
"Let me play with it for an hour, see if I can massage your drawing." He had enough to go on and began working. An hour later, he had a few layouts rough sketched. The primary difference was the location of the kitchen and pantry.
The design that drew my attention had the pantry and kitchen along the front wall. "But won't that look funny from the front with that large wall with no windows?"
"Yes, it would, that's why we'll just put fake windows on the outside."
"Now, I want Keona to look over them and see which he likes, and when he's done, then again with Malea."
Praise Wakea, the God of Sky, Light, and Heaven, and apparently, consensus! We all chose the same design.
"I'll be back Tuesday with the final footprint, this will grow some, the adobe walls are thicker than a pencil line, and I'll see if our artist can have a front elevation view for you too. Oh, and before I forget, we don't schedule the arborist till after the footprint is developed and know where it fits. So there will be someone out Monday doing a site survey.
I gave him one more thing, the name of McLennan County Backyard Oasis who he was to use to design our patio and pool.
"I've worked with them before, good company and high quality work. I'll be happy to subcontract the patio and pool out to them."
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With only four in-town days left before school starts, back to school shopping had to start Sunday and end Sunday as well!
Armed with lists provided by the schools, Keona, as head of Education, held his first book pack inspection. Each of my boys produced a pack that had both straps in place, weren't ready to tear off, and would hold a sufficient number of books and other supplies. Okeke didn't have one but wouldn't need one considering her grade.
Even though Brian didn't have a list, since he was being home schooled, we assumed his list matched Benny's since he was in the 5th grade and that was the grade Brian was trying to finish up.
I also realized Brian had never had the full shopping trip a new boy usually needs when he joins the family. With his recovery since his arrival, what we originally bought him, now just barely fit. He got three more sets of shorts and tees, some polo shirts, and a couple button up shirts, six of the next size larger underpants, six more pairs of socks, two new pairs of jeans, and a couple pairs of slacks.
Mark's jeans were shrinking, or he was growing, so he got a new pair as well. Keith and Benny arrived with tons of clothing, and both claimed everything fit fine.
The Boy Scout department was right next to the Boy's department. Mark needed a new uniform; he was most definitely outgrowing his old one. Brian needed his first one too as he was fast approaching his Tenderfoot Scout rank advancement. Benny was still pissed that he was too young, but couldn't wait to get his uniform. Keith decided to go ahead and get his uniform too. He admitted he did like the guys in the troop.
With the boy's clothing out of the way, a new adventure in shopping awaited us. Two men and four boys helping an 8-year-old girl shop for school clothes. Benny actually proved to be most helpful. Only 2 years ahead of Okeke, and having been a student recently in elementary school, he was the most familiar with what 8-year-old girls wore to school.
JC Penny was most helpful too. Their back-to-school section had all the latest fashions for the third grader all in one area. Now it was just a matter of determining her size and what colors she liked. When she dressed this morning to come shopping, she had worn her favorite Hawaiian dress, the same one she wore every time I've ever seen her clothed. She wore the same one in Hawaii. I actually wondered if it was the only one she owned.
Our fashion expert chose a simple dress for her to try on. I looked away trying to find the girl's dressing room, for only a moment, when I looked back, Okeke had removed her Hawaiian print dress and was standing in the aisle completely naked, not even any underwear.
I had the boys form a protective wall around her blocking the view of those who might be offended by a naked girl. That concept seemed ridiculous to me, but some people get all weird over children being naked in the middle of JC Penny.
I did try explaining to her that she shouldn't take her dress off in public, but it didn't go over too well. But I forced it back over her head, and I took her to the dressing room.
The girl's department saleswoman intercepted us just as we approached the changing rooms. "I'm sorry sir, men aren't allowed in the women's changing room."
"Am I supposed to take her in the men's changing room?"
"No sir, that's against store police as well."
"I see. Ok Okeke, I guess we have to try this on out here." Okeke was quick. Her dress came up over her head before the saleswoman could even think of complaining. The boys were now laughing up a storm at the flustered woman who was now herding naked Okeke and me into a changing stall in the girl's dressing room.
"And the rest of you stay out here," I heard her tell the other five.
She tried the dress on in the stall, then changed back to her Hawaiian dress and I brought her out. I decided to convert the sales clerk into an asset instead of an adversary. "This is my daughter's first shopping trip, she starts 3rd grade next week and needs everything as you could see. Could you help us out?"
She was more than happy to help us. Once she got Okeke's favorite colors, she put together six outfits that were interchangeable, a few nice dresses, and new underwear and socks too. In the shoe department, Brian got better shoes than his Keds for soccer, and a pair of nice shoes, Okeke got shoes; she didn't have any, just sandals.
With clothing out of the way, we went to K-Mart for school supplies. Each of my students got one of those hand-carry baskets and Keona told them to get everything on their lists.
One of the things on Keith's list was an athletic supporter. He had heard of one before but couldn't find it in the school supply section. Leaving the other four in Keo's capable hands, I took Keith to the Men's underwear section and introduced him to the jock strap. I had him put two in his basket. His list also included gym shorts and shirt that had to be purchased at the school store.
We checked out of K-Mart with all sorts of pens, pencils, paper, notebooks, subject dividers, glue, pencil carriers, and every other school supply you could think of.
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Keona had an appointment Monday morning at the school district office to take the test for his teaching certificate. He was worried, but he had been studying the materials they had provided daily since we had visited. After the test, he was headed to the college to discuss with a career counselor, which classes he should take to complete his teaching degree, then actually go and register for the first semester of them.
Monday's mail disclosed a list of the Stone's major assets. Included with it was the completed transfers of the Sun Ranch house and a new vehicle registration for the suburban in the name of `It's A Boys' Life'. He suggested I schedule the visit to the Stone's house in Waco sooner rather than later so the auction process could proceed. The list was essentially a combination of insurance documents listing everything that was insured by several insurance companies. It listed not only the major properties and vehicles, but also individual items like specific pieces of jewelry, paintings, sculptures, and pieces of pottery.
I sat down with Keith and asked him, "Would you be interested in going to your old house and retrieving any mementos now that your mom and dad have passed?"
"Yeah, there is one framed portrait of them I would like to have."
"What about the rest of the house, anything interesting? Can you describe the other rooms?" I had worried that the discussion might be upsetting to him, but with his logical thinking he methodically went about describing as much as he could remember. He specifically mentioned the large kitchen, and being able to sneak cookies. I figured that Malea should go too, there may be something there she could use in her new kitchen.
"What about the cabin at Sun Ranch?"
"You mean the house. It's no cabin; mom and dad didn't do anything in a small way. The house is two stories. Their bedroom suite and a guest bedroom suite are on the first floor along with the other normal rooms, like this house, living room, dining room, and kitchen. Upstairs, are four more bedrooms, each has two bunk beds so each room can sleep six and there are two bathrooms.
They always envisioned us taking a bunch of friends with us, but we never did, the kids at our old school were kinda stuck up, so we didn't have many friends. We always stayed in the guest room downstairs. Benny and I never used the upstairs. Being in Scouts, I know more kids now than I ever did in Waco.
The garages have 10 bicycles and a 6-person electric golf cart. The house is pretty far away from the center of camp, so the bikes are almost a necessity.
I called Mr. Booth and scheduled the visit for Tuesday morning.
Keona volunteered to take Brian to the community center recreation field to see if soccer was a sport for him. The organization was a bit loose and the coaches were still learning about how to be soccer coaches themselves, but welcomed Brian and put him in the game they were attempting to play. At the end of the evening, Brian had a good time, got to kick the ball his fair share, and met some new guys that lived in the neighborhood. He wanted to go back next Monday, but it was Labor Day and practice was postponed till Tuesday evening.
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We arranged for one of Booth's interns to meet us in Waco's most exclusive neighborhood at 10:00 a.m. Tuesday morning at Keith and Benny's old house. I wanted Keona, Malea, Keith, and Benny to go with me, so I offered Mark and Brian the opportunity to stay home if they would watch Okeke. Negotiations adjusted the deal to include Frankie, Staci, and a couple Scouts who had requested to come swimming, to which I acquiesced. Malea made sandwiches for them leaving them in the fridge.
The intern was a nice young man named David, fresh out of Texas A&M University School of Law and was waiting for us, happy to be out of the office. He explained his job was to let us in. Then, with his camera, record everything we took with us, except the suburban, which he then handed over the keys.
The house was huge and obviously and old-money lifestyle. I couldn't imagine having children live here. The area just inside the front door I found depressing in its European style with heavy floor to ceiling drapes and overtly formal furniture.
"There's the rack where we hung our robes," Keith called out as soon as we entered the foyer.
"Looks good to me, we can use that, I just haven't had time to look for anything." I looked at how to take it down, I would need a screw driver which I found in the garage.
Next Keith went to the mantel and picked off an 8 x 10 frame of the Stones, setting it by the front door to go home with us.
Malea was with us to check out the kitchen to see if anything would work for us and she took off to begin digging through the shelves. The boys wanted to show us their rooms so we went upstairs.
Their rooms were amazing, a completely different world. Everything was heavy southwest style handmade furniture befitting a boy's or a man's room. In this house, it looked out of place, but would look perfect in the house we were designing. My immediate idea was to allow them to take their entire bedroom, bed, dresser, loveseat which was a queen size hide-a -bed, chest of drawers, desk, lamps, even the paintings on the wall, everything! I asked, and David affirmed we could take any furniture we wanted. He said whatever we didn't take would be donated to charity, to clean out the house so it could be freshened up and sold.
I asked the boys if they wanted their old furniture and they were thrilled at the thought of having their old bedrooms back. We called Harrison Moving and Storage Company told them we needed to store some furniture for about six months. They would arrive at 1:00. David did his part taking photos of the entire two rooms.
We continued around the upstairs and found an additional two bedrooms of the same style. What we would take went from two bedrooms to four. We noticed each room had the same exact pieces. Each room's pieces were decorated differently than the other rooms. Yet within each room, the decorations on all the pieces matched the other pieces in that room.
These upstairs rooms were nothing like the downstairs areas we had first seen. Keith explained their dad was into the American Southwest; their mom was into European antique furniture.
The other four bedrooms on this floor were decorated with their mom's preferences, so we went back downstairs. We found Malea in the kitchen pulling out large pots and long handled utensils. She pointed at the refrigerator. "Can we have that too?" David responded by taking a picture of it.
"Did your dad have an office?" I asked.
Benny ran yelling "This way" He threw open the double doors and there before me was the office of my dreams.
"David," I called, "more pictures." The bookcases were built in and I didn't need the books, but I wanted everything else. The desk, leather chair, credenza, telephone table, couches, chairs, lamps, the Navaho rug on the floor and the other one on the wall, ceiling light fixtures, and even the painting over the fireplace and the other one behind the desk. "David, could you please take pictures of the entire office, and get me a set of prints? I want to duplicate this entire room."
Keona was having too much fun watching me go crazy. "Did you happen to have a classroom, Keith?"
"No, sorry Keo."
"Ok, just show us the rest boys."
They led us to their parents' bedrooms across the hall from each other. Mom's was European dad's was southwest, matching the upstairs in style. "What do you think Keo, is this our bedroom?" I asked.
"This is definitely us, we'll take it. David, pictures please." Keona requested.
There was another portrait of the Stone's in the mom's bedroom and Keith took it for Benny, placing it with the first one.
We called Malea away from the kitchen to see if she liked any of the furniture for her or Okeke's rooms.
While the boys ran Malea back around the rooms upstairs we told David how we were building an Southwestern adobe home with 17 bedrooms as a home for boys and how this furniture would fit perfectly. Malea called for David to come upstairs and she was claiming furniture up there for her suite. She wasn't as interested in the southwest stuff, but she had found what would work for them. The room was more modern European.
Malea had us come to the dining room to show us what she had found. The Stones owned two complete dining room service sets. One was fancy fine china with delicate patterns, obviously Mrs. Stone's favorite, the other was more likely used when Mr. Stone entertained and was heavy stoneware with Navaho inspired patterns. The back was marked Mimbreno Black, Santa Fe, NM. PIPESTONE.
We claimed the 12 place settings and I could only hope an additional 12 settings could be found. Santa Fe is only a few hours by plane. We also took all the related serving pieces.
It appears with this trip, we have established our interior design theme, which we hadn't even thought about yet.
By 12:00, we were up to 6 bedroom sets and a few miscellaneous pieces, a complete office, a den of overstuffed chairs and couches and coffee tables, dinner service for 12, some boxes of kitchen appliances, and a refrigerator, which Malea had to empty of its spoiling food.
We called the moving company back to inform them that they would now be moving eight or nine rooms of furniture, some boxes, and a refrigerator and would need a bigger truck. They agreed to send additional men as well.
Since it was lunchtime, I suggested we go somewhere to eat so we could be here when the movers arrived. We found a restaurant with a good number of cars in their parking lot, and treated David to lunch.
We were back in time and the movers arrived. We showed them what had to go, and they set about their work. They told us it was going to take the rest of the afternoon and tomorrow morning to pack everything we wanted. I suggested to Keona that he take everyone home and I would stay with David.
Keona asked, "How are you going to get home? You want me to come back later?"
"We have two cars here, remember?"
"Oh yeah, the new Suburban!" I gave him the keys to the one we arrived in today.
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I called Andrew and gave him the Stone's address. Since I was stuck here, I might as well be productive.
Andrew arrived and we took over the dining room table.
He spread out a 34" rolled drawing that was quite long. In essence, it looked like mine with just a lot more detail. He showed me things he added due to building code requirements. He added a hall between my and Mark's bedroom with a door to the outside. That had required stealing a few feet from our bedrooms, but an exit was required. There was another exit by the guest room, and one in the game room and the classroom, all required by code. He added an exterior door to the pantry just to make putting groceries away easier.
A major addition was a large wall between the living quarters and the living room. It provided a location for the largest of the fireplaces and 10 additional 4' x 4' spaces for storage closets, the in-floor hot water heating system, and two for the laundry room. He put the furnace and the air conditioning on the roof; I had forgotten about that.
There were additional fireplaces around the great room, creating focal points for clusters of seating, one in the classroom and my office; and another in the master and Mark's bedrooms.
He wanted to discuss the fire alarm system, which was required by law in a group home and asked if along with it, I wanted a public address system. I thought that was an excellent idea. We discussed options and ended up with a system that announcements could be made from any of the speaker stations to the entire house, or to a specific room. So each would have a key pad like a telephone to dial a code first then make the announcement. An immediate reply only went to the station where the announcement originated. I made sure he was to coordinate this system with the patio design company as well; speakers and stations would need to be outside as well.
Andrew wasn't done; next, he unrolled a 17" watercolor of the proposed building. There were vegas sticking out and canales to direct rain water from the roof out away from the building. The front had a façade that reminded me of the Alamo. Arched porticos surrounded the living quarters to provide much-need shade to the windows. "Why are the public spaces so much higher than the residence area?"
"The Great Room needs a higher ceiling. Remember the conference hall, those were 14-foot ceilings. A room that large with an 8-foot ceiling would look like a cave, so all those room have 14-foot ceilings, the bedrooms are only 8-foot." I could see the door to the pantry; it looked very old, small and not intended to be used. The main entrance was a 48" heavy door with 2-foot sidelights on either side. There was a meandering wall varying from three to five feet high out around an entry courtyard leading up to the front door. In front of that was a circular driveway with parking spaces for three or four cars over by the pantry.
"I love it!" I exclaimed, "I fucking love it! Where do we go from here?"
"Well, next we create the architectural drawings and get them approved and pull permits and build you a home," he told me in overly simplified terms.
"Let's do it!" I exclaimed, shaking Andrew's hand way harder than I needed.
"I'll put my team on it tomorrow. Do you have a preference of contractor?"
"I have no idea about contractors for this size project. Whom do you suggest?"
"Well there is only one in the greater Waco area capable of doing a high quality adobe-style building, and even for them this will be the largest project they've ever taken on. Now if you prefer, we can get a crew in from New Mexico, but costs will be significantly higher, but they would have the expertise on this size project."
"Is there something that makes you wonder if the local crew can do the job?"
"No, not at all, they will have to sub out the steel construction, but that's not an issue."
As the packing crew was starting to wind down, I asked David, "Where are you staying tonight. Maybe we can have breakfast in the morning?"
"That's not going to work for me, they don't pay us per diem, so I'm driving back to Dallas, and I'll return in the morning.
"Nonsense, that's two hours each way."
"No, that's just the way it is, sorry. I'll be back at 8:00 so the workmen can start on time."
"Call Booth, I want to talk to him."
The phone service hadn't been disconnected yet, so David was able to use the house phone. Once he got past the switchboard, he handed me the phone.
"Mr. Booth, things are really going great here, and we've identified a lot of furniture we're putting in storage, the only problem is, it will be tomorrow before everything could be packed up, so we're going to need David another day."
"Not a problem, Allen, glad you're able to use so much of it. David will be happy to meet you again tomorrow morning at whatever time you needed him."
That's exactly what he said, but he said he would have to drive back home tonight and drive back down tomorrow morning. Can't you swing him a hotel here for the night?
"Oh, he's young; he can do a little driving."
"Can't you put him in a hotel for the night?"
"He's just an intern, Allen, this is training for the big time."
"Yeah, right Booth." I hung up.
"All set David, you're getting a hotel here tonight and some money for food, and I'll meet you back here at 8:00."
The workers stopped at 5:30. We got my new Suburban out of the garage and I had David follow me to a hotel near the expressway. I checked him in to the Howard Johnson's, paying his hotel bill, and gave him $50 for dinner and breakfast.
"You're paying for this? I thought Mr. Booth was covering this?"
"I gave him the opportunity, but he declined. He's treating you like toilet paper, using you and throwing you away. I don't support that way of thinking and won't do business with anyone that does. I didn't hire him for this estate, and after this escrow closes, he and I will never do business again. When he questions your expanse account for only one two-way trip, tell him why."
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Keith's orientation at the school was at 9:00 Wednesday morning and he was on his own, choosing to walk the half-mile to the high school.
I had left the house at 7:30 to meet David at the Stone house to oversee the final packing.
While they were packing, I did some more exploring. Behind a non-descript door, I found a set of stairs going down. This house had a basement, and there I found Stone's man-cave. More southwest furniture, a pool table, a complete bar, a 36" television, more rugs, but I wasn't sure if they were Indian made. The pool table had a billiards style lamp that looked like it had been made by the same person or company that had made the rest of southwestern furniture. A jukebox loaded with mostly recent hits, both country and rock, a 20-foot long shuffleboard table, a foosball table, a Ping-Pong table, an air hockey table, chess/checkers table, and a Jacks Open pinball game. There was also a poker table with a cigar box at one of the seats. I opened the box, it was overflowing with loose $20 bills. I closed the box and walked it up stairs and out into the garage. I put the cigar box under the front seat of the Suburban. I didn't mind taking the box since I was told I could take anything. I really took it to keep it safe. Then I went to find David. I found him on the second floor confirming the pieces Malea wanted to the movers. I called to him, "David, bring your camera when you're done."
I led him to the basement game room. I don't want the bar but I'll take the stools, and make sure I get the pool table, light fixture and everything else.
It took the movers the better part of the day to pack everything we decided to keep. Getting the slate pool table up from the basement was no small task, nor was it easy getting the 20-foot long shuffleboard table up and around the corner. One of the stair handrail supports had to be removed to be able to make the turn into the hall.
When they were moving a piece of the southwest furniture to the truck, I noticed a label on the back. I had David take a picture of the label; it appeared to be the name of the manufacturer. As we parted company, I reminded David he owed me a set of those photos.
I drove our new Suburban home and took that little cigar box and tucked it into my dresser, but not before counting the money. After taking out almost $6,000 in loose bills stuffed in the box, I was pleasantly surprised to find nine more still-banded packages of cash, each containing $10,000. Just a wild guess here, but Mr. Stone started out with a $100,000 in cash, and managed to loose over $4,000 of it playing poker.
That night I got a call from Robert, the Senior Patrol Leader for the Troop. He stumbled around a bit trying to ask something, till I told him to just ask whatever it was he wanted to ask. "I heard you're going to Sun Ranch over Labor Day, can I go with you?"
"Of course Robert, we'd be glad to have you. Is Jeff and Amy going to be there too? I hadn't thought to ask them."
"Yeah, they're going with their parents. Jeff was the one who told me you were going. Mark and he talked about it when they were swimming on Tuesday."
"Well you're welcome to go up with us and the Wilsons, so you make 13 in the house with us. Can you come over Thursday morning or should we pick you up?"
"Oh, I'll be there, what time do you want me?"
"I think we'll be leaving 9:30 to 10:00, so any time before that."
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Malea had been preparing all week for our trip to Sun Ranch. There were going to be thirteen of us, for Thursday dinner through Tuesday breakfast. Going into an unknown kitchen, she was taking no chances, her meals would be easy to fix, like baking a casserole and making a salad. I did see the new crock-pot and a 10-pound pork shoulder, so I knew Kalua pork was on the menu.
Malea filled the back end of our Suburban with coolers and boxes. Personal bags had to go in the Wilson's SUV.
We did get out of town about 10:30 a.m. and stopped for lunch at the Dr. Pepper Drive-in. We got to Sun Ranch about 1:00. At check-in, I had Earl & Gladys switch the name of my account to It's A Boys' Life Foundation. I asked that they, for now, just issue everyone a wrist band against that account, and I would come back some time this weekend to figure out how having the Foundation as the primary member could work out.
Keith directed me to the house, which was a ways from the camp center, down a road not normally traveled.
Keith was right. The Stone's didn't do anything in a small way. This house was no get-away retreat; it was a 6-bedroom, 4 bath, 3,500 sq. ft. house, with all the amenities. The first floor was raised six steps above ground at the front, 4 steps at the side entrance. The porch was 8 feet wide, across the front and down the side past the kitchen. There were several Adirondack style chairs set across the porch.
We opened the door and went inside. The place looked as if it had just been cleaned, instead of late June when anyone was last here. The power was on and the air conditioner had the house at 75°. Malea formed the boys into a work detail bringing the groceries, food, and supplies into the kitchen via the side entrance.
The inside was the modern open-floor-plan style house, where the living room, dining room, and kitchen were all one big room with no walls, just a half-wall height counter around the kitchen.
The upstairs was more traditional, four large separate bedrooms, and two complete bathrooms that were accessible from the hallway. Each room was set up to accommodate six on two bunk beds with queen lower beds and twin upper bunks.
Malea claimed one room for her and Okeke. Instead, Okeke wanted to stay with Staci, Keith, and Benny in one room while Mark, Frankie, Brian, and Robert took another. Keona and I took the master bedroom and Frank and Kerri took the other first floor suite. After thoroughly checking out the whole house, we discovered it could sleep 32 people putting only the normal number of people in any given bed, more if you didn't mind snuggling up close like the boys do putting three in a queen bed, or four in a king.
We were surprised to find that the television actually had reception way out here, till we found the instructions for operating the satellite system that had recently been installed. There was also an extensive collection of VHS tapes.
The kitchen, we needn't have worried about, the stove was an 8-burner, 2-oven Wolf range, and the refrigerator was a Sub-Zero 48" side-by-side refrigerator/freezer.
We found proof that the table service we found in the Waco house was available as recently as a few years ago when this house was built. The same pattern was in the cupboards here as well. Now I only had to find the source and get it ordered.
We checked out the 2-car garage and found the golf cart and bicycles just as Keith had promised. The battery charger was blinking fully charged, so I turned it off. I found it amazing that they would have left everything on for so long; the electric bill would have been outrageous.
After we were settled in, Keona and I took the cart and went back down to the office. Gladys sat down with us to discuss how my existing membership could be converted to a boy's home membership.
I explained our new situation, "I'm building a Boy's Home that should be open in 6 months or so. Myself, my partner here, Keona, my son, our cook, and her granddaughter are the core group of the home. Frank Wilson is the chairman of the board of the foundation. He and his family will most likely be here every time we are, so at least 10 of us most times.
"Other members of our group will be a varying number of boys placed in my care by CPS, I'll have a license for up to twelve, once the home is built. Right now I only have three. There will also be friends of our foster kids, but that's an unknown number."
"You have a land lease now as part of the house," she explained. "It comes with a `family' membership privileges, and with a loose translation, the five of you could fit under the term `family'. I suppose we could also come up with a `large family' description and charge you accordingly at a discounted rate over the normal individual membership rate or even the guest rate."
Since she brought up the house, I asked, "When we arrived today, the power and air-conditioning were on, and the house was amazingly clean, why was that?"
"The Stone's had your house on our maintenance plan. We will provide laundry service and cleaning after your visit, and, if needed, cleaning before a visit; providing enough advance warning was given. We turn the power and air conditioning or heating on the morning of your arrival for your comfort as part of the service. We also do basic yard maintenance on your lot," Gladys explained.
"No wonder! It was very nice to open the door to a cool house this afternoon, and not to have to do any cleaning."
We got back to the membership question and Gladys went off on what I thought was a tangent. "You know, all naturist resorts have the same problem, as the male children get older, especially, after they hit puberty, their attendance drops off. Some drop their memberships completely. So many boys just can't handle that fact that they get erections. It makes them feel like they're sticking out." She then realized what she had just said. "Oops, I mean that they feel embarrassed, and they just stop coming. . . Oh my, I did it again; I mean they stop attending with their families."
I laughed at her discomfort, "Well, they do stick out, but they don't stop cumming, if anything they cum even more," I said, giving her a big smile.
"What I'm trying to say is that you bringing several boys in that age group are good for overall attendance. The more boys that are here, other boys see they aren't different or alone with their `problem' and if their friends continue to . . . attend. Hehehe, I almost said `come', if their friends continue to attend, they are more likely to continue to attend as well.
What I would like to suggest is that with your group's cooperation, we would promote the weekends that you're here as a `Boys' Weekend'. We could have special activities with an emphasis on the 12 to 17-year-old boys. It would be great if we could schedule them well in advance, so they could be on our calendar. It would be even better if we could schedule a consistent weekend every month. We'd be very appreciative and it would show in the way we charge your group. I'm sure we could come up with a significant discount for not only your resident boys but your guests as well."
"That sounds like a great plan. I did notice a disproportionate number of girls to boys in that age group when we were here for the week in June. Let us talk it over with Frank Wilson who checked in with us. I'll even talk with the boys with me; I have a 16, a 14, a couple 13, one 12, and a 10-year-old this weekend. It would be nice, not to have to go through all the hassle at check-in every time, and I'm sure there will be friends my boys will want to bring with them occasionally as well."
"We'll still need the non-custodial permission slip, signed by the parent."
"Oh, yeah, I understand the need for those. The Scouts use them too."
"Thanks Gladys, I knew we could come to some sort of an arrangement, I hope we can help with your numbers as well. I'll get back to you soon on what everyone says."
I drove the cart back to the house and passed the gaggle of six boys and two girls going the opposite direction on bicycles. Mark yelled that they were going swimming. I waved and responded telling them to have a good time.
Back inside I told the remaining adults about my conversation with Gladys and the resort's desire that perhaps our group could come on a regular basis. We kicked around some ideas on frequency. Once a month, like our troop campouts seemed too often, not that the kids wouldn't want to even more often. Every other month would only bring us here six times a year. That, didn't seem like it was often enough. Every six weeks would be 8.6 times a year. By cutting it back to five weeks between outings, a couple times we could get nine visits a year.
We pulled out our troop calendar; they try to go camping the second weekend of every month. We would have to avoid that weekend so we wouldn't messed up the troop outing. Frank suggested that if we conflicted with the troop, we could just hold the troop campout here, we had plenty of space in the empty lots around us. We all got a pretty good laugh out of that.
Trying to use an odd number of weeks between weekends was hard. It seems there were always conflicts and no consistency. Too often the boys would have outings two weekends in a row. We went back to the idea of the weekend with the 4th Saturday of each month. That conflicted with Christmas this year, so we could just skip December if we wanted. I was already thinking we could go visit Keona's parents over Christmas. Maybe make that an annual trip every Christmas. We'll have to ask the kids what they think at dinner.
Dinner was at 7:00 and with Malea's preparation, fixing it was a snap. She had the main course in the oven and did a couple side dishes, and put a tossed salad together.
At dinner that night, I told the kids, "We're trying to figure out a schedule of how often we should visit Sun Ranch. How often do you think we should visit?"
"Me and Benny," offered Keith, "usually came here the third weekend of every month for the past year at least. We really like coming here. It was a nice way for our dad to get away too. He was like you Papa, in town he was always so busy, here, he had time to relax and play a little."
All the boys and Staci thought once a month was an excellent idea too.
I then told them about the ranch's plan to have teen weekends to encourage, in particular, teen boys to attend. "What are some activities that the camp could hold that might draw more teen boys?"
I wrote down all the ideas as they were brought up, some I summarized. My list ended at eleven weekend activities provided by the kids:
1) Science experiments
2) Engineering marvels
3) Mud run
4) Dirt bike track races
5) Outdoor cooking classes (or even indoor)
6) Dance classes for two-left-footed boys
7) Photography class
8) Campouts at the lake
9) BBQ and Bonfire
10) Miniature Golf Tournament
11) Darts tournament (and other games)
12) Sex education classes
Ok, that last one was Kerri's suggestion after the kids were gone, but I listed it anyway. We all agreed it was necessary.
We sent the kids down to the recreation center to sign up for activities for the weekend. Being only Thursday, the influx of members expected for the long weekend was only just beginning, and would continue all day tomorrow, so signing up today was imperative. We had agreed to let them sign up for the breakfast horse ride again and work in an afternoon at the lake.
That left only the five adults at the house, so after helping Malea cleanup after dinner, we loaded into the golf cart and took Malea and Keona for a tour of the camp.
Later that evening watching something mindless on the TV, I asked, "Hey Frank. Is there a way to move the boy's trust funds from the lawyer in Dallas to somewhere else?"
"Well sure, you just have to prove the trustee isn't acting in their best interests. Why do you ask?"
"Well this week I got to work with one of their interns, David, a nice kid, but Booth, the owner of the firm in Dallas wouldn't even let him stay overnight when he was needed the next morning at 8:00. I ended up paying for the kid's hotel and food so he wouldn't have to drive back and forth to Dallas. When I talked to Booth, the way he talked about him was despicable. He said he was only an intern. I don't like it when someone treats an employee like that."
"Well, as the judge that oversees the welfare of Keith and Benny, I could request to review the records of their fund. What am I looking for?"
"I don't know exactly, I just got a bad feeling about him. Personally, from my one experience with him, I won't do business with him or his firm ever again. I got a feeling it was more about making money than doing what was right. If he treats his client, in this case Keith and Benny, like he treats his employees, well . . . ."
"Enough said, I'll look into it next week," Judge Wilson said.
The kids made it back without being told what time to come home. Other than the tour for Malea and Keona none of the adults really wanted to do anything. Personally, I was tired, it seemed like I had been on the go constantly for the past month.
Robert and Keith and Okeke made it back first. Seems Okeke has attached herself to Robert. As they sat with us watching a movie we had just started, Okeke crawled up in Robert's lap. Malea offered to relieve him of his burden; he waved her off, saying it was kinda fun having a little sister.
I was curious how the closeted gay 16-year-old would respond to a sexually assertive 8-year-old girl. Over the course of the next half hour, she moved Robert's hand first to her thigh, then to her tummy, then down to where his fingers were resting on her vulva. She pushed his middle finger between her labia, but he still didn't respond. They were whispering quietly and I couldn't hear over the movie.
Just as there was a quiet moment in the film, I heard her say to Robert, "No, like this." Her hand had grasped Robert's finger and was moving it around her clitoris.
My face was directed towards the TV, but my eyes were focused on Robert and Okeke, specifically his hand and her vulva. I was staring, but trying not to face in their direction. I reached over to Keona to kiss his cheek and whispered, "Robert and Okeke."
"I know, I'm watching too."
She moved his finger down to her vagina and pushed it in as far as it would go and began finger fucking herself with Robert's finger. ". . . here too." I heard her say.
Mark, Frankie, Staci, Brian, and Benny returned, interrupting the movie which we paused as the conversation and excitement level went up 10-fold. The recent arrivals gave an update on the number of campers arriving which went up dramatically about 8 p.m. as the city dwellers from the Austin and Houston areas began to arrive.
Mark informed us we had a reservation for the Tuesday morning Chuck Wagon Ride and went on to explain that there was one every day this weekend starting tomorrow morning. He had chosen Tuesday morning since they weren't sure there would be enough riders that morning till Mark signed up the thirteen of us. But someone would have to walk, to lead Okeke's pony. Robert immediately offered to do it.
Malea served the brownie and hot fudge sundaes she had prepared. When done, everyone settled back into the living room to watch the last half of the movie, except Kerri and Staci who slipped out the side door to the porch. Benny, who had returned from camp with an erection, sat in his brother's lap, and Keith's hand discretely covered the protrusion.
Once the movie restarted, Keith's hand started relieving Benny's erection by slowly masturbating him. His orgasm was almost silent but was nonetheless an intense dry cum for him, but Keith didn't stop he just continued stroking Benny's dick, not trying to make him cum again, just enough to keep him stimulated.
This was the first time I had seen Keith and Benny do anything sexual together. I guess they were becoming comfortable with their new family.
Robert had resumed alternating between finger fucking Okeke and rubbing her clitoris. Her little body went stiff as she experienced an orgasm, as it waned; it appeared she melted into Robert's lap. Sitting back down after getting our ice cream, she had pulled his penis up between her thighs and it was now peeking out just beneath her vagina. Robert had an erection because of a girl. Maybe he's not a hard core gay as we thought.
Robert finally figured out Okeke was sound asleep and asked where she was sleeping. Malea told him which bed, and he took her upstairs and tucked her in for the night. Staci and Kerri reappeared from the porch and Staci took Okeke's place in Robert's lap, and he gave her the same treatment as Okeke, but I didn't notice an orgasm.
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Next morning Kerri joined me on the porch for coffee. Malea had gotten up early and made it for us and was now working on breakfast.
"You know, you're making me jealous having Malea to make our meals for us. I could get used to this real quick." I looked over at her and gave her a smile. I could tell something was weighing on her.
"What is it, Kerri, you don't usually have coffee with me this early?"
"Did you notice when Staci took me out on the side porch last night after dessert?"
"I did. I was wondering what that was about."
"Staci told me she's ready to have sex, so we had a long discussion out there about what she was feeling and options about postponing it. She's given it a lot of thought since it first came up on our experiment weekend. She says she wants Mark to be her first."
She just left it hanging out there. "Has she asked him?"
"No, not yet. I think she's afraid. Allen, I'm so afraid she won't ask him and let some other random boy fuck her!"
"You warned Mark this could happen. I could talk with Mark, and maybe he could make himself available to her and maybe prompt her to ask him. But there would need to be a time for them to be alone, that's going to be difficult with seven other kids around."
"Allen, if you could set this up for her, I'd be so grateful. I want her first time to be special, and Mark is already special to her, and he's experienced. . ."
"Hey, I have an idea. We're supposed to be going to the lake Saturday afternoon, what if Staci didn't feel well, and Mark volunteered to stay home with her? Do you think you could let that happen?"
"Well, knowing she's not really sick, I could play along. I'll resist going to the lake, but I'll give in and leave the two of them behind. But I won't have any fun at the lake!"
"I'll talk to Mark and see if he'll go along with the plan."
"Hey Kiddo, got a minute?" I asked Mark a short time later.
"Sure Dad, what?"
"Remember during our experiment weekend, Kerri talked to you alone about Staci?"
"Yeah, I remember. Is that why Staci is acting weird around me this weekend?"
"Yeah, probably. She told her mom last night that she's ready to have her first intercourse, and she wants it to be with you. You know she's still a virgin, and her hymen is still intact."
"Yeah, I know, it was there last night when she had me give her another orgasm."
"Kerri thinks she's afraid to ask you, and is concerned she may just let some random boy have sex with her."
"That explains why she was talking to a couple other guys last night."
"So you need to make sure she asks you. Are you ok going through with this?"
"She's like my little sister Dad, I wouldn't let just any guy do her. Don't worry; I'll get her to ask me."
"Is there some place private you two could go?"
"I was just thinking about that. For her first time, it should be private, where we wouldn't be interrupted, but not just out in the woods. The house is the only place that's private, but even here, we're never really alone."
"We were thinking about that too. Would you mind giving up the trip to the lake Saturday afternoon?"
"Sure, there'll be other trips to the lake. What were you thinking?"
"Kerri is going to have Staci fake an upset tummy as we're getting ready to go, and when she does, you volunteer to stay with her for some reason. Kerri will push back, but she'll allow you to stay with her. You'll have the whole house to yourselves for about four hours."
After breakfast the kids took off as usual, I grabbed my camera with the long lens and Keona, and followed them. We trailed them most of the morning taking candid photos of them. At one point we caught up with Okeke, Staci, and Mark at the miniature golf course and played the round with them.
Mark was doing what we had talked about this morning. He was making himself available to Staci. I got some great close-ups of them as they putted their way around the course. I got a couple of the other boys at the archery range, and the last group at the tomahawk range. As we stalked the boys around camp, I told Keona about a plan I had come up with. For each boy that ended up in our home, I intended to make them a photo album of their time with us, two actually, one for them and one for the home. As I was telling him about it, another thought struck me. For every person we brought to Sun Ranch, we'd put their picture on the wall of the living room.
After French dip sandwiches, potato chips, and fruit for lunch, the kids disappeared till dinner. Frank, Kerri, and Malea took the cart after lunch and ended at the pool. That afternoon, Keona studied and I read the book I started last time I was here, and hadn't finished.
When Mark got back for dinner, he gave me a thumbs-up sign and a nod. He and Staci were on.
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By Saturday morning, all the late arrivals had checked in, and Keona and I went back down to see Gladys with our Boy's weekend proposal. We gave her our list of potential activities and she thoughtfully read them. "The idea of a dirt track for bicycles isn't new, but since it's inherently a dangerous activity, our insurance expressly forbids it. Could you imagine what it would take to get a hurt rider to the hospital? The rest are all interesting, especially the last one. That's been brought up before. Several of these could happen on any given weekend, I like your list, and we'll have to look into doing most of these.
"What do you think about a schedule?" she asked.
"We talked this over with our other adults. Our boys, over 11 are in a Scout Troop and have campout weekends the second Saturday of the month. We looked at different schedules, but the only thing we saw that worked for us was the fourth Saturday weekend. There would be months like December where it conflicts with Christmas break, and we won't be here then, and there will probably be other months we may have to skip as well."
"That works for the camp as well, the 4th weekend of the month is a good regular schedule. We'll work up a schedule of activities and get it on the calendar.
"Earl and I have been talking about your account too. With your house and the maintenance plan, you pay more than any other member family, so since you're also trying to help us out with our Boys' Weekend we've decided to include anyone from It's A Boys' Life as a member and all you'll pay is the daily fee for the group you bring.
"That's very generous of you."
"Well if this work out like we hope, we'll end up increasing revenues and overall attendance. We'll review this next year at renewal time, and go from there."
After lunch we were packing up to go to the lake when Staci complained to her mom, "Mom, my tummy hurts."
Staci's mom responded on queue checking for a temperature and saying, "That's ok Honey. I'll stay home with you if you don't want to go to the lake."
"Ya know, Mrs. Wilson," Mark said, "I can stay home with Staci."
"Oh, thank you Mark, but you go ahead with your brothers, I'll stay with her," Kerri said resisting Mark's offer.
I don't really feel all that great either, I have a little headache, probably got too much sun this morning." Mark replied.
"Well if you're sure Mark." Kerri relented and allowed them to stay behind. This had all happened with several witnesses that totally bought the act.
We finished packing up including some water toys that Keith remembered were in the garage. Realizing there were now only 11 of us, we crammed ourselves in the 9-passenger Suburban along with the inner tubes and pool noodles, and drove slowly to the lake.
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Author's Warning: The next two
sections are two different
descriptions of one heterosexual
first time intercourse between
13-year-old Mark and 11-year-old
Staci, Frankie's sister. If you wish
to skip these descriptions click here
to skip to Saturday
evening at Sun Ranch
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Since it was only Mark and Staci
staying behind, I asked Staci to tell
her story of her special afternoon
with Mark.
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"Finally, they're gone. I can't believe everyone fell for that so easily," I said. Mark took me by the hand and led me to the big comfortable couch in the living room. I think Mark was nervous, his dick was all shriveled up, and only about 2½" long, just lying on his thigh as we were sitting on the couch.
I reached out to play with his dick and make it hard so we could get down to business, but he blocked my hand taking hold of it and putting it to his mouth. He kissed my palm and it gave me the shivers down my spine all the way to my butt. Wow, that was so cool. He kissed up my palm to my fingers then took the middle two into his mouth and sucked on them. I didn't know just sucking on fingers was even a thing, but it sure did feel good.
He leaned over on me pushing me back onto the cushions against the arm of the couch. He took my finger from his mouth and put his mouth over mine. We were kissing like lovers, his tongue pushed between my lips and into my mouth. He seemed to know what he was doing so I did it back to him and our tongues played with each other's and explored each other's mouth.
He pulled away from our kiss, and stuck his fingers in his mouth getting them all wet. He pulled `em out and pushed them in my pussy, playing with my clit. It felt so good, I couldn't help but moan for more.
I think my moaning got to him, he started doing other things to me, he kissed me on my ear and nibbled on my earlobe, then my neck and chest. He spent a lot of time on my nipples making them feel so good. He used his tongue all around them making them stand up and get hard, I loved it when he flicked them with his tongue, then he bit them, not really, he used his lips and just nibbled on them. All I could do was run my fingers through his hair and play with his ears. He seemed to like it when I tickled the back of his neck right at the hairline.
Then he did bite me, with his teeth. Not hard, he bit my nipples enough that I sucked in air through my mouth, but at the same time, it felt good. Is there such a thing as pain that feels good? Well this did! He moved to my other nipple and bit it too, I felt tingling down there, between my legs, it was happening, "Oh God!" I cried and I peed just a bit. But it's not pee, I don't remember what it's called, but it feels a little like peeing but way better.
"Did you just orgasm, Staci?" Mark asked.
That what it's called an orgasm, but not what the fluid is called.
Mark got up off the couch and held out his hands to me. I took his hands and he pulled me up off the couch. He led me walking backwards holding both my hands to his dads' bed where his towel was laying in the middle. He helped me up on the bed and told me to lay on my back with the towel under my butt. I knew this was where Mark was going to make love to me, and take my virginity.
Mark crawled up on the bed too, pushed my legs apart, really wide, and laid between them. I had my head propped up on a pillow and could easily see everything he did to me. He stuck his tongue in my belly button, it tickled and I giggled, but it felt good. Everything Mark was doing felt good. He trailed his tongue from my belly down my abdomen to the mons thing just above my pussy. I played with my nipples with both hands.
He put his thumbs on either side on my Labia and spread me open. He took his tongue and started down at my vagina and with the flat part of his tongue, he licked from the vagina slowly up, over the urethra, and on up to my clitoris. He stuck the tip of his tongue up under the hood and circled my clit. I know my clit is pretty small, but he made it feel like a toddler's penis. I could feel it growing with each touch of his tongue.
Using his lips he sucked on my clitoris, I kinda knew what to expect now, this was what he did when he made me orgasm the first couple of times back at my neighbor's house and again on Thursday night. He worked his tongue hard on my clit, he sucked on it, then nibbled on it with his teeth. I added more twisting my nipples which added just enough pain pleasure that I could feel my pussy tingling again. He bit down with just the right force and I twisted my nipples hard, "Oh Shit, I'm cumming," I cried and another orgasm hit me. More of that fluid oozed out and down my parenteum to my butt, I could feel it running across my anus where it soaked into the towel. I may have called the flat space between my butt and vulva the wrong name, but I'm pretty close.
This time Mark was right there with his tongue licking up the fluid that was slowly draining from my vagina.
Mark was getting to his knees now and his penis was finally getting bigger and hard. He held his dick down with one hand as he scooted on his knees to where he could place it at the opening to my vagina. This was the part I was dreading. Mom had said that the first time could be painful. Mark moved the head of his dick up and down through my vulva picking up the slippery fluid that came out of me. Even that felt good too.
"The first time I push in Staci, it can hurt a bit. Do you want me to go fast and just stick it in, or go slow which may make it hurt longer?" he asked.
"Mom and I had discussed this and fast seemed better to get it over with quick. So do it fast."
Mark pushed the head of his penis in me just a little to get himself centered then let himself fall forward, moving his hands up to my sides to stop his fall before landing on top of me.
I felt no pain, Mark's penis slid up inside me smooth as can be, a lot easier than when I borrowed Frankie's vibrator last night and put it up my vagina. That hurt like a bitch, even made me bleed a little.
Mark's pubic hairs were pressed up against my vulva, his whole penis was inside me. I was a woman, no longer a virgin.
"Are you ok Staci? Can I go ahead?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Do it."
He pulled his hips back. I thought he was done and taking his penis out, but he stopped and shoved it back in. Now that felt good, really good. "Do that some more." I commanded. He did, a lot more.
He got into a steady rhythm of pushing his dick in me then pulling out. I could feel the tingling feelings when his penis pushed through one part of my vagina. Each time the tingles got more intense. I reached up and held on to Mark's ribs and helped pull him forward. He sped up and was sliding faster and faster in and out, the tingling feeling seemed to be building up. Suddenly, I couldn't take it any more and another orgasm hit me. I tensed up and pulled on Mark.
He shoved himself into me really hard and cried, "Oh, you're squeezing my cock, I'm cumming" I could feel his sperms shooting into me, like how Frankie's shoot out when he or I masturbate his dick at night.
Mark collapsed on top of me. He weighs more than I do but feeling his weight on top of me was like a warm blanket. I wrapped my arms around him as far as I could and just held him tight. He was breathing really hard, just like Frankie after he cums. His penis in my vagina felt really nice, kinda made me feel full. Next thing I knew we were waking up, around 2:30. He was lying beside me and his penis was small again.
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After getting Staci's side of losing
her virginity, I thought it would be
interesting to get Mark side of the story.
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"Finally, they're gone. I can't believe everyone fell for that so easily," Staci said as soon as the Suburban was out of sight. I took her by the hand and led her to the big couch in the living room.
I could tell Staci was nervous and of course inexperienced, all she wanted to do was have me fuck her and get it over with. I was determined to make this an afternoon of pleasure that she'd never forget. She tried to grab my dick first thing and I blocked her. Instead I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. She did this little quiver-like thing like there was a chill running down her spine, I think she liked having her palm kissed, I did it again and kissed up the inside of her fingers to her tips then took two of them in my mouth and gently sucked on them.
I leaned into her pushing her onto the cushions in the corner of the couch. I pulled her sloppy wet fingers from my mouth and moved her hand down to my butt where I hoped she would play with my butthole. I put my mouth over hers and pushed my tongue between her lips and into her mouth. She quickly followed my lead and our tongues probed each other. Her hand didn't budge.
I pulled away from her face, stuck my fingers in my mouth, and got them wet. I pulled `em out and pushed between her labia playing with her clitoris. She moaned at me, but still didn't get the hint that her wet fingers could be used to make me feel good too. Oh well, that ok, she's only 11 and has years to learn. Today is really about her and losing her virginity.
I went back to work on her, I had her turned-on and she was putty in my hands, or lips I should say. I kissed her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, then her neck and chest. I concentrated on her nipples, girls like having their nipples played with, it makes them feel so good. I used my tongue all around them making them stand up and get hard, I flicked them with my tongue, and then using my lips, I nibbled on them, but not hard. She was running her fingers through my hair and playing with my ears. I liked it when she tickled the back of my neck.
Then I went for a sure-fire kill shot, using my teeth, but not too hard, I bit her nipple. I may have bit her too hard caused she winced and sucked air through her teeth. But instead of crying out, she called out my name, "Ooh Mark." I moved to her other nipple and bit it too. "Oh God!" she cried and she tightened up her pelvic muscles around my fingers still playing with her clitoris. I felt her tense up, and then relax.
"Did you just orgasm, Staci?" I moved my fingers from her clitoris to her vagina and sure enough, there was some slick vaginal secretions just barely oozing out of her vagina.
She's still a virgin, at this point, but she just made it a lot easier for me by cumming for me and lubricating the path.
I got up and held out my hands to Staci. She took my hands and I pulled her up off the couch. I led her by walking backwards holding both her hands to Dad and Keo's bed where my towel was laying in the middle. I helped her up on the bed and told her to lay on her back with the towel under her butt.
I crawled up on the bed, and pushed her legs apart and laid between them. She had her head propped up on a pillow and was watching me. I stuck my tongue in her belly button. It must have tickled cause she giggled. I trailed my tongue from her belly down her abdomen and over her mons pubis to the top of her vulva. Looking up at her, I could see she was playing with her nipples with both hands.
I put my thumbs on either side on her Labia and spread them open. With my flat part of my tongue, I started down at her vagina and licked from there slowly up, all the way to her clitoris. I stuck the tip of my tongue up under the hood and tickled her clit. I could feel it swell with each circle or flick of my tongue.
Using my lips I sucked on her clitoris, this was the method I learned from Amy and used to give Staci her first two orgasms. I worked my tongue hard on her clit, I sucked on it, and then I nibbled on it with my teeth. She was still twisting her nipples. I bit down with just enough force to hurt a little, "Oh Shit, I'm cumming," Staci cried as she cummed again. More fluid oozed out her vagina and down her perineum to her butt. This time I was right there with my tongue to lick up the draining fluid that had a slightly sweet flavor with a metallic tang, and a hint of saltiness.
I got to my knees. I was having trouble getting hard so I imagined it was Brian laying before me presenting that cute ass of his for me to fuck. That made me hard and allowed me to continue, I held my dick down with one hand as I scooted on my knees to where I could just touch her vagina. I moved the head of my dick up and down through her vulva picking up the slippery vaginal fluid she had produced. I was prepared though; I had lube handy, just in case.
"The first time I push in Staci, it can hurt a bit. Do you want me to go fast and just stick it in, or go slow which may make it hurt longer?" I asked.
She said, "Mom and I had discussed this and fast seemed better to get it over with quick. So do it fast."
I pushed the head of my penis in her vagina just a little to get myself centered then let myself fall forward. I moved my hands up by her side to stop my fall before landing on top of her.
I felt no resistance, my penis slid up inside her smooth as can be. My pubic hairs were pressed up against her vulva; my whole penis was inside her. She was no longer a virgin. I don't know what happened to her hymen, it was there yesterday, but not today.
"Are you ok Staci? Can I go ahead?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Do it."
I pulled my hips back to where my penis was just barely inside her, and shoved it back in. She said, "That felt really good. Do that some more."
I got into a steady rhythm of pushing my dick in her then pulling out. She reached up and held on to my ribs and helped pull my forward. I continued to fantasize that I was fucking the shit out of Brian. I sped up as my orgasm finally neared and was sliding faster and faster in and out, the fire in my balls was building. Her third orgasm hit her and as she tensed up she pulled me into her.
Her vagina was squeezing me! I shoved my dick into her really hard and cried, "Oh, you're squeezing my cock, I'm cumming" my semen started shooting into her.
I collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me as far as she could and just held me tight. I was breathing really hard like right after fucking Brian's tight ass. I let my penis stay in her vagina, I must admit it felt warm and snug in there, but not as nice as Brian's rectum. I looked down at Staci and she was asleep. I gently pulled out, wiped off, and laid next to her. Next thing I knew we were waking up, around 2:30.
After their nap, they cleaned up their bodies, the bed and the couch, then Mark left us a note: "Feeling better, went to camp." They took their bicycles, rode into the camp recreation center, and just hung out the rest of the afternoon, doing whatever it is kids their age do when they `hang out.' They did get a couple large Root Beer Floats from the cafe take-out window.
The lake was great fun, we had one rowboat and one canoe. Good thing we didn't need a table, all of them were taken. There were a lot of people out there. We met up with Amy and Jeff and their parents Howard, and Diane Anderson they got in late Friday and the kids have been together since them.
Sitting around, I again thanked Howard and Diane for introducing us to Sun Ranch by loaning us their mobile home. Without their kindness, I may have never realized my naturists tendencies, met Keith and Brian, and got to become their foster dad.
The only downside to this weekend is the crowd. The beach at the lake looked like one of those beach scenes that they show on the news of a Florida beach during spring break. I'm thinking our decision to come on the 4th weekend in the future was a wise choice.
I checked with Malea first and with her permission, I invited the Anderson's to the house for dinner. She warned me someone would be eating leftovers.
The Anderson's followed us back to the house after we were done at the lake. Mark and Frankie showed Jeff around, I heard the word `campout' when they were showing them around the outside, so I put a tent and sleeping bags on the list of items to bring and leave in the garage. As the kids were grabbing the bikes to head into camp, Malea asked Mark to stop at the store before returning and pick up a loaf of French bread.
Malea had exaggerated her inability to feed four extra people. She had made two trays of her wonderful Italian lasagna. The only thing we were a little short on was the Garlic bread which Mark helped fix, and the Chianti, so we had to add a bottle of Pinot Noir. Life is so difficult. . . .
I noticed Staci and Kerri slipped out to the deck alone for a while. I figured they were discussing Saturday afternoon.
I had Mark come over and sit next to me. "How did things go while we were gone?" I asked.
"Good Dad, I had a little trouble getting hard for her, but I imagined it was Brian's butt and boned right up. But when I entered her, I didn't feel her hymen."
"Well, she may have lost it some other way, the hymen doesn't prove anything."
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Sunday and Labor Day at the ranch was very typical days at the ranch. The adults relaxed, Keona studied, I finished The Dead Zone that I started reading in June. The kids played wherever they went during the day. All I know is they're never around the house except for meals and in the late evening and wherever they are, they're safe.
We played Cutthroat Bingo Sunday evening, but didn't win anything. We took more pictures of the kids out participating in activities. On Monday, we had lunch in the Café after a majority of the guests departed. Most people would need to be at work on Tuesday. I started King's new book, Firestarter.
I told Malea I wanted the Stone's dinnerware from here for the new home dining room, since it matched what we picked up from the Stone's house, so she should look for replacement settings, more appropriate for a bunch of kids in a camp environment, something less breakable. She mentioned Melamine plates to replace them. That was exactly what I had thought about, but couldn't remember the name. She also mentioned getting a new blender and a couple other appliances. I reminded her that she doesn't need my permission to get things she wants of needs for either household. We talked about quantity, and came up with 40. We have the potential to host 32 people, and add in an extra set of eight settings; `just in case' makes 40. And Melamine is cheap, so why not.
I had a hard time wrapping my head around what it would be like to have 32 people staying in this house. But we could conceivably reach that number if every kid brought a guest. Then an awful thought hit me, how would we get that many kids to camp, our two Suburbans only hold 18.
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Sunrise is just a couple minutes after 7:00 so we had to be at the corral at 6:15 for our Chuck Wagon ride. The corral is a lot further away now that we have this house so we crammed everyone in the Suburban.
Before leaving, I called Staci to our room; I had finally received the g-spot/clitoral stimulator I had ordered for her. You have to remember this is 1980, and these devices are in their infancy for women, so it does not vibrate or do anything. All manipulations of the toy were purely manual. In today's application, the manipulations would be provided by the pommel of the saddle as Staci rode her horse. Together, we managed to get it into her vagina and up through her labia to her clitoris. Her labia did not fully conceal the device, so she would need to be careful when she was without clothing.
My goal for this morning is to retake the pictures that had come out so poorly when I used my old instamatic. When I broached that subject with the wrangler, he remembered me from June, and said he'd have the same horse out in the corral after our ride to retake the same pictures. Staci got the same `little' horse she had ridden the first time, Malea got the one Amy rode. Okeke was assigned a pony and when Robert told him he was the designated pony lead, the wrangler dismissed his offer, "He doesn't need that any more, he's doing much better staying in line. I will let you ride behind him though. If'n he does start to wander off, you can just chase him down and put him back in line. Just wrap your reigns around a tree or a branch before you go chasing him."
It was a cloudless sky this morning so the sunrise wasn't as spectacular as it could have been, but I used the stop to take a picture of each rider with his or her horse, it was up to the riders if they were nude or clothed in what they wore while riding. The kids all did them nude, the adults stayed in their western duds.
When we arrived at the meadow, the wrangler reminded everyone that any form of dress was appropriate. We all left our clothes by the corral for the hour we would be in the meadow for breakfast.
Staci came to where I was sitting and quickly kissed me on the lips. "What was that for?" I asked.
"That was for my . . . present. I've had two orgasms already," she said with a big grin.
A quick glance told me that the device wasn't in place, "Are you going to be able to get it back in for the ride back?"
"Oh yeah, with ease, my vagina is so hot and slick right now, no problem.
The crew at the breakfast spot was the same as before. The prayer was the same too:
May your belly never grumble,
may your heart never ache,
may your horse never stumble,
and may your cinch never break.
"Let's eat folks!"
The meal was different this time. There were fried corn fritters made in cast iron skillets served with honey, red-eye gravy, ham steaks, hash browns, and fried eggs. I was actually disappointed we didn't get the hog jowl we had last time.
As we put our riding clothes back on before mounting up, I watched Staci closely. She slipped her panties on with the device inside them, then reached in and positioned it inside her. She had done a discrete job replacing it and I doubted anyone saw.
I get many things wrong about the female gender, and I underestimated a mother's care, intuition, and attention to detail about her daughter. Kerri came over to me, "Are you still my rat?"
"I knew I'd been caught, there was no denying it,"
"Always," I told her.
"Did you give my daughter a dildo?"
Ha! I didn't have to lie it wasn't a dildo. "No I did not get her a dildo."
"Ok, it it's not a dildo, what exactly did you give her?" she bluntly asked, with a sly smile enjoying our dance around the truth.
Shoot, caught. No use trying to get out of it, she knew I was going to order it for her after the butt plug failure. "It's the vaginal/clitoral stimulator I ordered for her through a magazine."
"Oh, that thing. How's it working for her?"
"She said she had two orgasms on the ride out." I told her mom.
"Damn, I'm gonna have to borrow it one of these rides."
"Or you could get your own," I suggested. She just smiled and finished tucking in her shirt.
When we got back to the corral, I quietly asked Staci, "How was the ride back?"
She looked around for nearby ears before answering, "Only one more orgasm, I was almost there on a second one and we arrived at the corral, so I got left hanging."
The same gentle horse we used for photos last time was waiting for us. "Watch out fer yer toes," he warned me again. Each child took a turn on the horse's bare back posing naked for the camera. I climbed the corral fence to be at their level for the picture.
When Keona lifted Staci into place I noticed from my vantage how the horse's spine pushed up her vulva, but there was more than that, her labia were engorged and tinged red, indicating the state of her abruptly terminated sexual arousal.
Kerri later said she told Staci that she wanted to try it on the next horse ride.
One of the other couples on the ride with us, asked if I could take their kids pictures too, and send them the prints. He offered me $5, but I declined their cash. They provided their address and the dad set their children up on the horse individually and then together. When I sent them the prints, I included the negatives as well.
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When we got home from Sun Ranch, a courier had delivered the set of photos David took at the Stone's house. There was a note inside. `Courier deliveries aren't charged to the client's account. This delivery cost him more than the hotel! – David.'
Way to go David, I thought to myself.
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Across the street, I noticed wooden stakes in the ground. That was the first physical sign of progress. I was pleased to see that there were only a few smaller trees within the perimeter; they managed to avoid all the larger mature trees. There were other signs too; our accountant was paying invoices, and papers that needed to be signed.
We were home in time on Tuesday for Keona to take Brian to soccer practice.
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Brian was unmercifully taunting the others that he was naked and they were all dressed at breakfast and that they had to wear clothes all day and go to school while he got to stay naked all day and stay home for school in the dining room. That earned him a reprimand from his teacher, Keona. He had to apologize to his brothers and sister.
The first day of school has some mandatory traditions, one being first-day-of-school pictures. Each of the kids, dressed in a set of their new clothes, dutifully allowed his or her picture to be taken on the front porch. Brian wanted his picture taken as well, and he demanded it be taken on the front porch, only wearing what he would wearing as well.
Benny and Okeke were the first out the door as they got their bikes from the garage and rode together to McGregor Elementary, Mark was next and took off for Isbill Junior High, Keith left the same time for McGregor High School, but he was walking. Bicycles were not cool in high school.
I took my film to my friend, Walker, owner of the Waco Camera store and ordered triple prints. Three complete sets are cheaper than one and a bunch of reprints. I bought ten photo albums, one for each of the five children now living under the roof of It's A Boys' Life, and one to keep as a duplicate for the home.
Sometime that day, Judge Wilson ordered a review of Keith and Benny's trust fund.
Keona in his persona as Social Services Director of It's A Boys' Life had the pleasure of joining three different Parent-Teacher Associations.
On back-to-school-night, two weeks later, Malea covered the two in the elementary I handled Mark in middle school, and Keona covered Keith in high school.
While Keona didn't report for his first day of school till Sept. 15th, he was now a full-time student; one morning class on Monday and Wednesday and three evening classes during the week. He only needed a couple required classes for his degree, so he worked with a counselor to fill his remaining electives classes. Since he was going to be teaching foster boys, whose lives have been turned up-side-down, through abuse, neglect, homelessness, abandonment, deaths, or incarceration of their parent(s), it was suggested he take as many of the counseling classes as he could.
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Work was actually happening across the street. During September, the ground was leveled, and the 2 x 8 boards were placed all around the perimeter of the foundation. Inside, trenches were dug and drains were laid. It became easy to see where the fourteen bedrooms were going to be, with their symmetrical pipes rising from the dirt, sticking up in the air. Water lines were next, then the gas lines. Electrical was next, one item I insisted on in the original design was plenty of electrical outlets. I had a feeling computers and other consumer electronics were going to become commonplace in the not so distant future, and I wanted to be ready for them and all their accessories, so plugs were placed every 6 feet around every room in the house and there were multiple electrical sub-panels. It would be difficult to trip a breaker in this house.
The hole, while not very deep, only a few inches, was huge. The size of this home was beginning to become a reality for me. Standing in the middle of a 220-foot long hole, allows you to understand just how big it really is. The size of the foundation reminded me of a strip mall.
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September 24, a Wednesday, was the designated day of the Jeffries Electrical barbecue. Everyone knew that we were officially introducing the new head of Product Development and his assistant; they had already been working for a couple weeks. Odds makers were sure that I was going to announce my retirement from day-to-day operations. Speculation was running high that I was going to introduce a new President of Operations, but no one could figure out who it might be.
The canopy was up in the back parking lot when Keona and I arrived. The rumor mill reacted quickly reporting the man I had showed around several weeks ago, the one from Hawaii, was the new President of Operations.
The McGregor Bar-Bee-Q showed up at 10:00 towing their grills and fired up the mesquite wood fire. When it burned down to coals, cooking commenced and the luscious smells of Texas barbecue filled the air. The employees came out at 12:00 joining myself, Keona, and now Frank whom I had invited to lunch. I was really messing with the employee rumor mill. Keona and Frank both knew the prank I was playing and were going along with it. Now the rumor mill was confused. Who was the new guy, no one had ever seen him before, and he knew me, was he the new President?
This was fun.
Lunch was to be served at 12:30. The head table had places for four people.
As I circulated among the employees, during the pre-lunch, alcohol-free, happy hour, people were trying to find out who my friends were. No one came right out and asked which one was the new President, so I didn't have to lie. I may have inferred or omitted pertinent information.
At 12:20, I gathered everyone around. I stood on a small hill slightly elevated above the parking lot.
"Thank you all for coming to the Jeffries' Electrical Employee Barbecue today. I wanted to thank all of you for all your hard work. Thank-you, each and every one of you. Your hard work has made Jeffries' Electrical very successful and a leader among commercial energy components.
"I want to introduce a couple people today who are very special to me. I think most of you know I was a Scoutmaster of a local Boy Scout Troop. Most of you also know that I adopted one of my Boy Scouts when his mother abandoned him. My good friend and my Scout troop committee chair helped make that adoption possible. Without this adoption, we wouldn't be here today. He's here with us today. I'd like to introduce McLennan County Family Court Judge Frank Wilson."
Frank took a bow and waved his hand to the crowd applauding. Well, that answered that question. It must be the other guy. Nancy looked confused.
"Frank Wilson also introduced me to foster parenting. As of today, I have my son and three foster sons and I've just started construction on It's A Boys' Life foundation's home for boys. I'm going to have up to 12 foster sons after the construction is complete.
"With the four boys I currently have, I have discovered the joys of Fatherhood and I'm at a place in my life that that will allow me to retire from actively working at Jeffries' Electrical. I have decided to step away from the day-to-day operations here and transition to raising my son and my current and future foster boys full time."
There was more applause of congratulations.
"With my son and first foster boy, I took a trip to Hawaii. There we met the man that would become my partner. Allow me to introduce Keona Okalani."
There was again applause, hum . . . His business partner? Our new President?
"These aren't the only recent changes here at Jeffries' Electrical. As you are aware, our Product Development Team was hired away by the department of Energy in Oak Ridge Tennessee.
"I'm going to allow my replacement, our new President of Operations, to officially introduce our newest Product Development Team. Nancy come up here and introduce your new team." There was a moment of stunned silence. Did he just say Nancy was President of Operations? "Come on Nancy, you hired them. You introduce them as your first official act as President of Operations."
If everyone hadn't already been standing, the announcement would have caused a standing ovation. Nancy was a very popular choice. The applause was loud and long, waiting for Nancy to climb the small hill.
Nancy was in shock, truly flustered. But true to form, Nancy rose to the occasion and came up beside me on the small rise.
"I think Allen just promoted me. Really Allen, are you sure? You didn't even interview me?"
"Never more sure in my life, Nancy. You've been with me from the start. Who better knows the operations of this company than you Nancy? Congratulations, this is a well-deserved promotion, although it may not show up in this week's paycheck, I haven't told HR yet."
"Thank you all. I don't know what to say."
"Well that's a first!" one of the managers said in the back, causing a lot of laughter.
"Yes, well then, as my first official act I would like to introduce our new head of Product Development Tom Simpson" More applause welcomed Tom. "Tom, please introduce your assistant."
"My pleasure Ms. President of Operations, I would like to introduce the rest of the Product Development team, a gifted researcher from the Electrical Engineering department at Baylor University, Andy Stevens."
Nancy took control of the lunch, directing people to the tables where places were set, then to the lines for the grill, or the tables of the other dishes.
I directed Nancy to sit at the head table with me and Keona and Frank. "Great luncheon Nancy; whoever recommended this barbecue company, give them my compliments." I told her taking some of the credit.
After lunch, Frank went back to court and Keona and I went to the Finance Department. "I want to give out some departing bonuses; do we have enough money in the payroll account?"
"You need to define `enough' we have some."
"Well I want every employee to have a bonus check equal to their base annual pay"
"That's a million and a half dollars! No, I don't even have to look, there's no way we have enough to cover that in our payroll account."
"Well, can we move some around and make it happen by Friday? I can cover it if the company doesn't have enough."
"I can let you know by tomorrow morning."
Keona and I returned to my office to find several empty banker-boxes I had asked Nancy to get for me so I could clean out my office. I had 14 years of mementoes. My first patent was framed on one wall, I had Keona put it in a box; a picture of the original building where Jeffries' Electrical first opened next to a picture of the current building was on another, I left it for Nancy; Mark's picture was on my desk, next to my Rolodex. I took Mark's picture; I left the Rolodex for Nancy. The center drawer was normal pens pencils and other stuff, I could always use in my new office at home, so I emptied the drawer into the box. There were a few other miscellaneous items on the desktop and I put them in the box too.
I opened the top left drawer. There right on top was the picture of Keona and me on the balcony of our cruise ship, the one where he was kissing me. I looked over at Keona who was packing away some things on a shelf across the room.
"Ya know, I've been in business 14 years and one fantasy I've never fulfilled was having sex in my office." I already had my shirt off and was working on my pants.
Keona opened the door to the outer office, "Um, Nancy? Allen suggests that now might be a good time for you to walk around the plant for 30 minutes or so, to greet the employees one-on-one as the new President."
She got the hint. "Yeah, I was just thinking that too. I'll be back later."
"Lock the outer door on your way out, will you?" Keona told me she winked at him.
He closed the door and pushed the lock button. My pants were at my ankles, held captive there by my dress shoes. Keona walked right up to me chest to chest and put his hands on my shoulders. Pushing lightly I backed into the side of my desk. He continued to push forcing me to sit on the edge. Further pressure made me lay back on the desktop. He lifted my pants-shackled legs and slipped his head between my ankles. I was now at his mercy.
With his hands free, he loosened his belt and shoved his pants below my line of sight. I could see his beautiful engorged dick sticking straight up.
"Lube?"
"Hand lotion, top drawer."
He pulled the drawer open and retrieved the travel size lotion I picked up at some hotel somewhere. He dumped some out on his fingers and spread it liberally on his glans and the first several inches on his shaft. As he moved to me, my legs rolled me up raising by butt to meet him. He positioned himself in the center and pressed in.
He watched my eyes as he sunk to full depth in one easy move, my tight little butthole squeezing the lotion on down the length of his shaft.
"Oh, fuck me," I whimpered, "You feel incredible."
"That's what I'm doing, my love. That's what I'm doing," he replied.
Wrapping his hands around my thighs, he held himself tight to my legs letting his hips do all the work as he plunged in over and over.
"Don't make me cum, I want to save it for you." He made a slight adjustment changing his angle of attack avoiding my internal happy spot. I laid there enjoying the feeling of his penis sliding in and out of my ass. The intensity of his thrusts told me his orgasm was rising. His sack, which had been slamming into my lower back, tightened pulling his balls up close signaling the final moments before his orgasm arrived. He slammed home once more and stayed there briefly then did it again, as semen was propelled into my upper rectum.
Then it was over with only the heavy breathing and the overall weakness in his knees. We stayed like that another 45 seconds or so and he allowed himself to slither out. He picked up my undershirt to use as a towel. Some Boy Scout I was, not even a little prepared for office sex.
He pulled his head from between my ankles allowing my legs back down, and offered me a hand to sit up. He was actively removing his shoes so he could get his pants off. With that accomplished, he turned and bent himself over the edge, spreading his legs. His dick and balls were hanging down along the drawer to the desk. He reached over the desk grasping the far edge and spread his legs as far as he could.
I picked up the lotion and shook the last of it out of the small bottle. I slicked as much as I could and shuffled my feet to get behind him, my pants still interfering with my legs. I too, sunk all the way in. I leaned forward over his back and kissed him on the neck. Standing back up I grabbed his hips and began swaying forward and backward, pivoting at the ankles, occasionally allowing my dick to fully pull out only to plunge back in on the next pass. I was already on a sexual high and the urgency of a building orgasm took control of the session. I leaned forward, holding his shoulders transferring the responsibility to my hips as I began thrusting with purpose.
I was getting a little `oh' from Keona as each thrust bottomed out against his buttocks. My trigger was quick, and my orgasm hit fast and hard, "Oooohhhh Fuuuuuuuck."
My undershirt, already sacrificed earlier again acted as a towel to stem the seepage of semen while Keona's anus returned to normal after I pulled out.
We were quite a site; I was shirtless with my pants at my ankles, and Keona, wearing just a shirt and socks. We got dressed, except for my undershirt, which went in a box. We unlocked and opened both office doors, once we were presentable.
"Any other fantasies you should warn me about?" Keona asked.
"No, at least none that have any relation to my office." We went back to work, cleaning out the office of my things so Monday, Nancy could take her rightful place.
Nancy did return after about an hour, and bless her heart, didn't say anything about being asked to leave the area.
The Finance Department did find enough money to take care of the bonuses I wanted to give, but they warned me the next two quarterly statements wouldn't look as good as the past several.
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Every night, after the boys went to bed, Keona and I would look in on them. It was a crapshoot as to whom we would find in each bed as the boys changed sleeping partners most nights. The only consistency was Mark's location. He never changed; he was always in his bed. We would visit both rooms and give each boy a kiss goodnight; we wanted to make sure they all knew they were loved.
There were other signs that the new boys were fitting in. The first time we saw it was a regular weeknight. We stopped in for our kiss, and as I leaned over Keith to kiss Mark, I startled Keith. He jerked, yanking his dick out of Mark's ass. When I first walked in, I thought they were just snuggled up together, but when he exited Mark's anus there was an unmistakable extraction sound of a too-quick exit.
Not wanting to make too big of a deal of it, I told him that he shouldn't ever pull out of a partner that quickly, that it wasn't polite, and that I was just here to say goodnight, not to stop him from loving his brother. I kissed Mark and Keith, then went to the other room and did the same to the occupants there.
After that night, the sex between the brothers became much more open, and they became more vocal about it, especially on Saturday and Sunday mornings where sex in Mark's bedroom became mini orgies with all four boys on the one bed.
The other thing that changed, was the frequency of Mark or Brian coming into our bedroom, maybe they realized I now had a fulfilling partner and no longer needed their attention, but the result was a lot less frequent overnight sleep ins or morning visits like on the cruise.
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The reply to the review of Keith and Benny's trust fund was a simple quarterly financial report. In the past quarter the fund's fees, broker's fees, and the investment losses reduced the trust by almost $100,000 (-.45%). For comparison, my investment account was up 4.93%.
This was not what Frank had ordered, and he subpoenaed all records related to their fund and ordered a complete forensic analysis by an independent auditor.
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In preparation for our September 26 – 28 trip to Sun Ranch, Malea did a shopping trip to Waco to find some things she wanted for the camp house. The Melamine place settings and serving dishes, serving dishes, glasses, flatware, some small appliances, a griddle that would cover 4 burners of the stove, chef's aprons, and a large supply of camp towels. She noticed the boys had a habit of losing their white towels, so she stocked up on the brightest, loudest orange bath towels she could find.
While we were at camp, planning for next month was already taking place. Mark, Frankie, Brian, Keith, and Jeff, all members of the Armadillo Patrol started working on me after our Labor Day trip to Sun Ranch. They apparently had discussed it with the other members of the Armadillo patrol and the entire patrol was on board with the plan. Jeff even scheduled another patrol swim at our place for the patrol to gang up on me. They wore me down bit by bit, till I finally consented, contingent upon the approval of the troop committee, that the Armadillo Patrol could have a campout at Sun Ranch the 4th weekend of October.
Today there were discussing where the tents would go, where they would cook, where the water would come from, what bathrooms they could use, and what activities they would do.
To pitch their tents, they choose behind the house because it was more like a lawn back there; where as next to us was an open space of tall weeds.
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Brian graduated from the 5th grade on his birthday. Keona had arranged the final testing specifically on that day. Brian had made up half a year of missed school in just the two months since he started working with Keo in August.
Keona was amazed at his progress. He claimed it was as if Brian had already been taught all the information and it was now just a review. Brian was indeed a bright boy.
For his birthday cake, Brian had requested Malea's Hulu Cake, which she was happy to comply with, after figuring out he was referring to her Hula Pie recipe from Hawaii. She couldn't find any Macadamia nuts anywhere in the greater Waco area and ended up substituting cashews for the macadamias. She vowed that would never happen again. A call to a friend in Hawaii and a follow-up check to cover the cost and several pounds of macadamia nuts, and they appeared on our doorstep via UPS.
Keona took Brian to soccer practice today, but returned with more than just Brian. Brian asked if he could invite one of his soccer friends to his birthday dinner. Keona made sure Brian's friend was aware of the house dress code, and he was exuberant in his reply about swimming naked. He also talked with the boy's mom who came to pick him up after practice.
She was fine with her son going home with Brian, "Aren't all little boys nudists?" she asked. Keona explained that is wasn't just Brian, there would be three adults, one young girl, and four other boys who were all nudists.
"Are you one of the adults?" she asked seductively, hitting on Keona.
"Me, my partner, and our chef," he replied.
"How do I get an invitation to that party?" She asked.
That was how he happened to bring home Chris and his Mom, Linda Hoffman to Brian's birthday party.
We have established habits when introducing new people to the inner sanctum of our house. Usually a non-nudist is held on the porch while the adults cover up and move any kids out of the immediate vicinity, at least for the initial meeting. Another nudist can simply be brought in the house. The boys (and girl) must request permission to bring a new friend into our circle. Receiving permission is dependent on Keo or me speaking with the child's parent and explaining how our life is.
Keona was comfortable bringing Linda directly in our midst, and entered the living room. Brian immediately grabbed Chris' hand dragging him to the boy's room to get out of their soccer practice clothes. Keona introduced me to Linda, as I stood there before both of them naked and her only looking at my eyes. After the intro, she asked where she could `get more comfortable'. I pointed her to the hall bathroom. The boys zoomed past her now relieved of their clothing headed for the pool.
Coming out of the bathroom, she asked, "Where should I put these?" indicating her handful of clothing.
"Oh, anywhere in here is fine, we'll go out back to the patio."
Keona had already asked Malea, "Room for two more for dinner?" and received a response of "Of course, always room for two more."
There was another knock at the door and a call of "It's only us Allen!" It was the Wilsons arriving. They always announce their arrivals so no one has to scramble for emergency pants before opening the door. Frankie entered naked, having shed his clothes on the front porch. Staci was topless, had one shoe and sock off, and was hopping on one foot trying to remove the other shoe. Frank and Kerri followed and saw the woman near the kitchen.
Keona intervened, "Let me introduce Linda Hoffman. Linda this is Frank and Kerri Wilson."
Kerri said hello. Frank said, "Hello Miss Hoffman, nice to see you again."
"Hello Judge Wilson, good to see you again too."
"You know each other?" I asked what was already obvious. It was a bad habit of mine.
Frank allowed Linda to explain. "Yes, I had an issue with Chris' father and his support payments after he moved to Arizona. Judge Wilson was able to convince him to restart making regular payments."
"Please Linda, I'm not wearing my judicial robe, my name is Frank."
We worked our way outside and introduced Malea as we passed the kitchen.
"Wow, this really is a naturist house, very refreshing."
"You obviously have some experience with it?" I stated in the form of an open-ended question.
"Yes, 12 years ago, a certain little boy was conceived at one."
"Oh really, Sun Ranch?"
"No. It was near Corona, California, a camp named Natural Arches."
"A clever name, a nice play on words."
"Yeah, they claimed it was named after a rock formation that in a million years would possibly form a natural arch, but everybody knew what the name referred to. Anyway, we moved to Texas where Chris was born, and then a few years ago, we got divorced. He moved out, but was making regular support payments and visiting Chris regularly. Then dad got tired of being a dad, and he moved to Arizona and stopped making payments. So earlier this year, Judge . . . um, Frank helped me get the payments restarted. The dumb guy claimed he didn't know he had to make payments if he was no longer seeing him regularly. Then again, that man may actually be that stupid."
We went outside entering my backyard oasis.
"Oh my, this patio is fabulous. We sat where we could see the pool; Frank helped himself to a glass from the freezer and a beer from the outdoor tap.
After everyone had left, Brian received the one present he specifically asked for. His was anodized blue to differentiate it from Mark's silver one and Frankie's gold one. When he put the two c-cell batteries in it, it buzzed to life.
On our nightly visit to their room to tuck them in and kiss them good night Mark told me, "You know Dad, we've come a long way since I first moved in. I've got you and Keona as my Dads, I got Malea as my Mom, I got Brian, Keith, and Benny as my brothers and Okeke as my sister. You and I really have transitioned into a family."
"We sure have, Son, we sure have. I love you. Goodnight."
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The End of
Transition
into A Family
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Is Keith and Benny's trust fund safe? What will Frank's review find?
How will the home turn out? When will it be finished? Who will live there and why?
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New characters introduced in this book in order of appearance
Chapter 2 – The Cruise
Charles Carson: The butler assigned to the Jeffries/ Okalani cabin
Mika'ele (Mika) Kahaulelio: Keona's `brother' with whom he was raised
Keona Kahaulelio: 9, now Mika's son, was abandoned as a new-born
Chapter 3 – The Week on Oahu
Dante: 27, Friend of Keona hired to drive us around Oahu
Malea Kaloni: 40, Hired to cook for us while on Oahu
Okeke: 8, Malea's granddaughter
Chapter 4 – The Agonizing Return Home
Nancy: late 30s, (I guess, some things you don't ask) my office assistant since the company was formed.
Walker: 50ish, owner of camera store and custom printing
Dr. Chris Young: 35ish, Pediatrician for Allen's kids
Chapter 5 – Keona Arrives
Kenneth Billingham: 14, foster child, aka Keith, briefly mentioned in Chapter 14 of The Abandoned Boy Scout, brother of Benny
Benson Billingham: 10, foster child, aka Benny, also mentioned in Chapter 14, of The Abandoned Boy Scout, brother of Keith
Mr. & Mrs. Stone: late 70s, foster parents of Benny and Keith
Chapter 6– The Beginnings of a Home
Wayland Powell: 82, owner of the vacant land opposite my house
Andrew: architect specializing in Pueblo-style buildings
David: early 20s, intern for Oswald and Booth Law Firm in Dallas