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Benjie was able to arrange the meeting with his father on Tuesday at the suggested time. Mom and I arrived at 7 to the address he provided. There was no house, just a wrought iron gate with a box similar to the one on our back gate leading to the pool. To me it looked like a developer had purchased a plot of land, and built a wall around it, planning on building a planned community. Then ran out of money and abandoned the project, but at least kept the lawn nice and neatly mowed.
Aki's house was across, and about a ¼ mile down the road, this property's nearest neighbor. It's little wonder I didn't realize anyone lived here when I visited Aki. Mom pulled up to the gate and a voice came over the speaker, "Good evening, Mrs. Barnes, please proceed around to the right, when the driveway splits take the right fork past the garages, you'll find several parking spaces by the office building. The gate parted in the middle and swung open. The road, or driveway as the voice called it came to a T, and we turned right as the voice asked then circled around the property.
We came up over a rise and the first building came into view, the driveway split, the left split went to the front of, well, a mansion. There was no way you could call this a house. My most immediate reference was that we were arriving at The White House, the one in Washington D.C., but not quite as large. The front had 2 story high white pillars. The driveway went under a carport structure jutting out from the main house.
The direction we were directed, the driveway went past a garage with about 10 double-wide doors, and an office building appeared. The front of the office had lots of floor to ceiling glass walls, and on the solid portion of the wall was lettering spelling out Tamura International Enterprises, Inc.
There were several parking spaces and we parked in one. As we approached the front door a man opened it, and welcomed us to Tamura International then directed us to follow him. We were delivered to Mr. Tamura's office adjacent to a conference room with a mesquite table surrounded with 16 chairs. We stayed in the main office, sitting next to John in comfortable plush chairs around a coffee table with pitchers of water and glasses.
Precisely at 7, Mr. Tamura and Benjie entered the office and sat with us. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Mr. Tamura," John started.
"It is my pleasure, my son requested this meeting, so how could I say no. For business records, this meeting is being sound recorded, there are no cameras. Allow me to make sure I understand the situation and state it for the record.
"Mr. Pinedo, you have been working on a point-of-sale product design for about a year. Mr. Noah Barnes, visited you and became involved in your project, and Mr. Benjie Tamura became involved when he and Noah began working on it together in a Computers class at their high school. They have refined the code, and written new code according to a requirements document. This past weekend they called you for a systems' review to which Mr. Cohen, their school instructor, also attended, but has no interest in becoming a partner.
"How am I doing?" Mr. Tamura inquired.
"You have everything correct so far, sir."
"Since we are dealing with our children, can we drop the formalities, you may call me Ducky, it is what Benjie has called me since he learned to talk. He had trouble pronouncing my name, Daiki, as a toddler.
"That is fine with me, call me John."
"And I'm Sherri," Mom said.
"Thank you. Sometimes I get so tired of being formal. I understand that you all had a very `informal' weekend together? I know Benjie had a great time."
"Yes we did Ducky, and you're welcome to come up with us sometime." I offered.
"Thank you, Noah. I may take you up on that, Sakio told me he enjoyed his trip up there when Aki was working on your Boy Scout service project.
"So getting back to this business, I know you have never owned a business before John, and you're wise to seek protection for your product by creating a company around it. I believe you know that is how I made my first several million dollars when I sold my first startup company.
"I fully support the formation of the company and have the resources to help you accomplish it. My patent lawyer has already performed a patent search, and there is no existing product yours might conflict with. He has the paperwork partially ready for you to file the patent. We will also copyright the software, Benjie tells me it is all new code, based on your original open source code.
"I am making my entire legal department available to you since Benjie is to be part of it. Their services are to be considered as part of Benjie's small contribution to the company.
"Thank you so much Ducky, I feel strange calling you that, by the way. Benjie's contribution is anything but small. He has been a valuable asset. He has taught Noah how to code and together they have rewritten all of our code. They both know more about coding than I. In fact I'm having them review my coding of the base station software."
"I am not current on coding languages either. That is why I have employees, or in your case, John, partners. Have you come up with a name for your product or for the company?"
"Well, I have been giving the product name some thought, I like calling it the Benjie."
"Yes I could see that, it has a commercial appeal that lends itself to a product, is that an acronym?"
"No, but I thought I could come up with something."
"Well don't bother. As Benjie's father I appreciate the honor you give him, but I must decline on his behalf. Trademarking Benjie's name could hinder his use of that name for his own company or product in the future."
John looked over at Mom, "So I'm guessing calling it the Noah, is out for the same reason?"
"Yes, now that Ducky points that out, not that I would have thought of it myself. How about a combination of their names, like the Nojie, or the Benah?" Mom offered.
"I like the Nojie, works almost as well as the Benjie." Mr. Tamura said. "I will run it past trademark and patents.
"So we're agreed, providing it passes scrutiny?"
We nodded. "I'm sorry, in a business meeting like this you need to voice your answers."
"I agree, Mom stated.
"Agreed," John answered.
"Very well, what about the company name? I would suggest something simple, perhaps a combination of your initials. With any luck, you won't own this company long and the company will be sold."
We tossed around some combinations. PBT, PTB, TPB, TBP, BTP, BPT. Then we tried using out first names JNB, JBN, NJB NBJ, BJN, BNJ. I suggested that whichever we picked that John's initial should be first, after all, this was his company to begin with. We settled on JBN, just because we liked the way it sounded.
"I have one more suggestion that is a bit presumptuous of me, but may help you out in the longer term. What if we were to incorporate JBN as a subsidiary of Tamura International? Our contract would be to allow you to function as a separate company, we would only be loaning you our name giving you instant credibility. In the future, if someone wanted to buy your company, they would believe they would be purchasing a Tamura business which would indicate a premium value would exist. Tamura would receive no financial considerations, of course."
We could see John deep in thought about the proposal, but not saying anything.
"I can see the proposal concerns you John," Ducky said. "Maybe we should move on to the next major question. We can revisit this one later."
"Ok, that one caught me off guard. I really wasn't ready for that."
"For the incorporation of the JBN, Co. what percentage of ownership do you suggest for the boys?"
"My father-in-law threatened that he wouldn't be my father-in law long if I did not take care of the two young men who are pulling us towards the finish line. I would like to assign each of them 25% ownership."
"Mr. Pinedo. A very generous offer, but honestly, it's too generous. First of all, you never want to give away half of your company, you always want to retain at least 51% ownership. But even then, that is overly generous. You've been bringing along this idea for a year, you're paying for the hardware out of your own pocket. These boys have been with you only four weeks. I would suggest 10% ownership would be sufficient all things considered."
"No, my dad and I feel very strongly about this. In your first start-up, your two partners each had 15%. I want to at least match what you gave your first two partners. I definitely want them to have at least 15% each."
"Mrs. Barnes, is this satisfactory to you, on behalf of your son?"
"Yes, I agree." I could see that she was stunned even at 15%."
"And I agree on behalf of my son Benjie. I will need to gather some information from both of you."
"Last thing, what about my offer to incorporate you as a Tamura subsidiary?"
"I have no reason to believe your offer is anything other than genuine and in Benjie's interest. I approve being incorporated as a Tamura subsidiary."
"Can I take Noah up to the house?" Benjie asked.
"Sure son, the meeting is done, we're just going to fill out some paperwork."
Benjie and I took off for the house, we made it as far as the indoor swimming pool just inside the back door. Actually, it's an indoor/outdoor pool, there was a powered door that raised opening the indoor portion to the outdoor half directly outside, making it Olympic length, but not fully Olympic width. We stripped naked and dove in. "Have you always swam naked?" I asked Benjie.
"No, only since I met you I have. I love the feeling, I even got my dad to swim with me. I haven't convinced my mother yet."
"Do you realize we each own 15% of a business?" We came together and high-fived each other, our dicks bumping as we did. That progressed to rubbing them against each other.
"Oh man Noah, I need you to fuck me. Not that slow gentle stuff like at camp, just fuck me hard."
I picked him up so his legs could go around my waist and his arms around my neck. I pushed two fingers up his butt to loosen him and used the water as lube. I buried my dick in his butt. This position didn't allow me to attack his prostate but I did fuck his cute little ass and cummed in him.
When he felt my semen release in him, he got down and directed me to the pool steps. "Kneel on the first step," he ordered. He stood behind me on the next lower level and thrust his spike in me and I could feel it enlarge inside me. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. He did hit my magic spot a couple times, but this was for him to cum, not me, and moments later he jammed it in and squirted. He pulled out and we both relaxed, doing a lazy backstroke with our softening dicks acting like periscopes.
"So when do you think we'll be millionaire's like your dad?"
"Like my dad? It may be a while. He's not a millionaire." Benjie said with a straight face.
"What do you mean, he has to be, this house, this property, his office, all his businesses?" Benjie continued to look straight at me, his expression not changing as I listed assets.
Then it hit me. "No, you're kidding me, a billionaire?"
Benjie flipped to his side and dived into the water and swam under the door to the outside. I followed him and we stopped against the far end. "You can't tell anyone, promise?"
"Don't worry, I promise."
"He wisely invested his original profits and has built a very successful international corporation with now hundreds of companies under the Tamura name. Should we go back and see what's keeping them?"
"Yeah, ok." We swam to the stairs and got out, a pile of fluffy towels lay on a table, I let Benjie use one, then took it and dried myself. We dressed and went back to the office.
They were sitting there, each had a drink, a bowl of fresh guacamole, and a bowl of chips in front of them. "Care to join us?" Ducky asked and we sat down and more guacamole and chips appeared. Benjie ordered us 2 Mountain Dews.
We sat with them and tried to act adult, which in this case was to keep our mouths shut and let them talk. Finally it was time to go, we all stood and worked toward the door.
"I've been wanting to ask your opinion," John started, "what do you think our little company is worth?"
"Well right now maybe 6 to 8 as a good number for a company that could add your product to their line. after a successful proof-of-concept at your beta installation, 10 to 12 million." It was a good thing I'd just fucked Benjie or I would have cum in my pants right then. "And that's the perfect time to sell, before you have to take out loans to purchase equipment to resell, and pay for packaging and marketing. Let the big boys do that.
For the next week and a half, Benjie and I worked and reworked the code John had asked us to check on the server, eventually completely rewriting it. He had used open source code that is obsolete, hard to troubleshoot and was very slow compared to the more recent languages. The functionality John wanted was there, we just had to replace his code with our own.
At the troop meeting the following Monday, I was informed that my Eagle Board of Review was scheduled for the next day Tuesday, Oct 16th. It was to be held here at the church, but not where we normally meet, it was held in a lounge of cushy chairs where mothers could take their crying babies during church services upstairs next to the sanctuary.
Mom took me to the review but wasn't allowed in the room, Mr. Marconi took me in and introduced me to the board, I knew everyone except the representative from the district advancement committee, who I learned was the Council Advancement Chairman. Mr. Marconi was also excused and left to go sit with Mom.
I didn't get one of the cushy chairs, I was directed to the one padded metal folding chair at the open end of a "U" shape formed by the board members.
"Welcome Noah, How do you feel?" Mr. Ikeda asked
"Nervous sir, very nervous."
"Well you know what they say, just imagine your audience naked," and he gave me a knowing smile.
Every Eagle Board is different, mine went on for an hour, and was more like a conversation among friends than a review of what I had learned in Scouting. Questions were like; what's next in Scouting for Noah Barnes. To which I answered, Senior Patrol Leader maybe at the next elections, Scout Lifeguard maybe. I'd like to go to Philmont and maybe a National Jamboree. I passed my board, and I am officially an Eagle Scout.
Immediately after the board was dismissed Mr. Marconi handed me an Eagle Scout badge and medal. "This is a loaner set Noah, you'll get your official set at your Court of Honor in December. You'll want these on your uniform for the Council dinner for when you present Alex his plaque Thursday night.
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In the fall, the council holds their annual recognition dinner. This year's fell on October 18th two days after my Eagle Board of review. Troops, Packs, Crews, Posts all can get awards, individual leaders receive recognition for awards they earned during the past year. The dinner usually ends with the Silver Beaver Awards which are given to deserving scouters for outstanding service to youth. Mr. Marconi already has that award.
My troop organized an Honor Guard several years ago and it has become a troop tradition. Members of our Honor Guard even wear a special patch on their uniform. We attend numerous flag raising ceremonies and other such events around the council. If a patriotic ceremony is part of a program, my troop is usually there to perform it. We even did a flag ceremony at the Grand Canyon one time when Vice-President Biden was there for some special occasion. So it was with the Council dinner. We would be there for the presentation of the colors at the opening of the dinner, and later as Alex's Heroism Award was presented.
Before my Eagle Board I had been informed by our district executive when he called and told me that based on my nomination, Alex was receiving the Heroism Award at the very end of the dinner and they wanted me to help in the presentation. This dinner was one that youth members don't usually attend, so Alex had to be told he was receiving the award so they could be sure he would attend. He had requested my presence so I and my family were going to be seated for dinner at Alex's table, along with his Scoutmaster and a few other troop members he invited.
After the flag ceremony, I joined my family and Alex and we sat through dinner and all the boring troop awards, leader awards, and silver beaver awards.
Then two members of my troop's Boy Scout Honor Guard escorted the National President of The Boy Scouts of America to the stage. They carried the flag of the National Council, Boy Scouts of America, and posted it alongside the Council Flag, our state flag and the American flag on the podium. The president declared the National Court of Honor to be open. After some opening remarks, he got down to the actual presentation.
"Tonight, it gives me great pleasure to present The Heroism Award. This award is being presented to a youth member of this council who has demonstrated heroism and skill in saving a life though this recipient's own life was at minimal personal risk.
"Will the Honor Guard, please escort Alex Johnson to the stage," ordered the National President. Logan rose, and two more brand new Scouts from Alex's troop joined Logan, all three in brand new uniforms. They surrounded Alex's chair, Alex rose from his seat, and they escorted him to the National President, then disappeared off to the shadows. The president went on telling the audience that Alex saved the life of Noah Barnes.
Noah would you please join us. That was my clue to go on stage and get the plaque that I would present Alex. I stood proudly next to Alex holding his plaque. On the night of May 18, 2018 Noah was severely injured, severing his femoral artery and vein. Alex's quick diagnosis, and first aid to the injury, prevented additional blood loss till paramedics could arrive at the remote camp, thus preventing Noah's imminent death. The National Court of Honor is pleased to present the Heroism Award to Alex Johnson. There was a standing ovation while the president pinned the medal above his left pocket. I'd also like to present you with this plaque representing your award. I handed the plaque to Alex and shook his hand. I was able to quickly say to Alex, "Thank you." I felt his hand tighten around mine. Alex stayed on the stage in a spot light of honor and I returned to my seat.
The National President continued, I do have another award and it is the real reason I am here tonight. I don't normally get to present the Heroism Award like Alex received tonight, but during my tenure as National President I have personally presented every one of this next award, though sadly, several have been awarded posthumously, but not tonight's award.
Tonight, I am presenting the Boy Scout's highest lifesaving award which is awarded only in exceptional cases to a scout who demonstrated unusual heroism and extraordinary skill and resourcefulness in saving a life while putting himself at extreme risk.
Tonight's recipient, giving no thought to his personal safety responded when he saw a need. That need was a dying girl. This girl, Amanda Williams. Would you please come forward and join us on stage."
Oh, shit. Amanda!? MY Amanda, what's she doing here?"
Amanda stood at her table and I recognized her parents. Wayland and Matilda, and Grandpa and Grandma were all sitting together. As she walked up, he continued, "Tonight's recipient, hearing this young girl's cries, traced the origin of the distress calls to a swimming pool."
"Oh God, he's talking about me. I tried to shrink into my chair so I could disappear under the table.
"Amanda was lying on the bottom of a swimming pool by the time our hero alerted others to call 911 and covered the hundred fifty yards to the locked enclosure. Unable to get through the locked gate, he fearlessly climbed the ten foot high security fence with sharp barbs at the top and threw himself over those barbs causing severe damage to his own body, then dropped to the pool deck below. In spite of his injuries, he dove into the deep end pulling Amanda up and removed her from the pool utilizing methods he learned when earning Lifesaving Merit Badge.
"Even as his torn femoral artery was pumping his own life giving blood out on the pool deck, he performed lifesaving artificial resuscitation on Amanda till others could unlock the enclosure and come to his assistance.
"Tonight, on behalf of the Boy Scouts of America the National Court of Honor is pleased to bestow the Honor Medal with Crossed Palms to Noah Barnes.
Twelve Eagle Scouts (six from my troop and six from Alex's) came in from the side and went around our table. They formed two columns leading to the stage. There was an immediate standing ovation. I had to walk between them to return to the stage. The National President pinned the medal above my pocket and Amanda kissed me and gave me a plaque. The audience was still standing and applauding. I was extremely embarrassed. Alex and I sat in the spotlight while the Council Executive came up and said something, but I don't know what, I was too stunned to listen.
After the ceremony we had to pose for several photos, the local newspaper, the local affiliates of ABC news, CBS news, and NBC news, the council, my scoutmaster, and Alex's scoutmaster were all taking pictures.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams and Amanda came up and hugged me, Mrs. Williams had been crying. I went over to their table and hugged and kissed Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa told me how proud he was of me, and that he regretted not getting to know me earlier. I got some more kisses from Matilda and Wayland thanked me again for saving his granddaughter.
I had my picture taken with Grandma and Grandpa up on the stage with all the flags in the background. I had another taken with the family along with the National President.
On the ride home I asked, "Did you know?"
Mom replied, "Of course dear, moms know everything."
"Ok, how long have you known."
"Since before your project, and I almost gave it away once."
"When was that?"
"Do you remember the day in the kitchen I hugged you out of nowhere and told you how special you were?"
"Yeah, I remember that. That was strange even for you."
"That was an hour after I found out. I didn't know till later, just how prestigious the award was. Did you know that most of that level award goes to Scouts who died?"
"Hey, I did. Twice, remember?"
"That doesn't count, it was only your heart that stopped, not your brain." She reached over holding my chin and kissed me on the lips.
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Our school approved, Benjie and I to skip classes on Friday to take a field trip as part of our computer lab. John picked us up at 9 and drove us to The Camp. This weekend is the test weekend of the complete system.
"Hey Noah," John said as we drove up, "I read in a council email blast that you got an award at the council dinner last night."
"Yeah."
"Well, tell me about it." I filled the entire drive up to camp with the story of Amanda and the pool.
Benjie and I left our clothes in the car when we checked in. Amanda wasn't here yet and wouldn't be till after school. John left the battery back-up system in the corner of Wayland's office and we drove down to La Casa. John hadn't seen the code we had updated and wanted to review it. We set up on the dining room table and copied the files from our thumb drive. He opened the server code and started reading.
"You sure this is the right code? This isn't what I gave you."
"Yeah, it's the right code, you're code was based on open source code. We updated it to run more efficiently with the Android code. All the functionality is still there and now it's easier to troubleshoot and according to a recent lesson in computers class, it can now it can be copyrighted because it's original code."
John took a half hour to browse through it. "Ok, this looks great I assuming it passed all your tests, and had zero errors. Let's load it on the server."
"We turned on the server, it auto connected to the wireless network and we downloaded the code. We hooked up the server's monitor and keyboard. I turned on one of the thrift store phones and opened our app. It auto connected to the hidden network. I opened the admin function. My choices came up and I checked myself in.
"It wants to assign a QR code."
"Good, it knows you don't have one," John produced one from his pocket. "Here, uses this one."
I scanned the pendent and I selected myself from the list.
I decided to check in Logan, John gave me another pendant. Logan was checked in. I handed it to Benjie, "Here you can be Logan."
"I don't want to be Logan, check me in as guest Benjie under your account."
I successfully created Benjie as a new guest. "Ha, now I can have all the ice cream I want and you have to pay for it." I selected a few more taps and typed in 2. "Nope, I've just limited you to two a day."
"Oh man," he whined, "someone take admin away from him."
"I'm going to buy some pastries." I tried, but it gave me an error: No adult on this account checked in. So I checked in Sherri and scanned her pendant. Then I bought a cinnamon roll and a raspberry crumb coffee cake. Logan's pendant bought a couple more, then changed his mind and cancelled one and bought a different one.
We went through every scenario we could think of. Every time the software reacted as it was supposed to.
I finally found something I wanted to do but wasn't allowed. I sometimes wear two different shoes, I need two different pendants one for each pair. That was going to require an update to the code, so we documented it for now.
We were getting hungry but Momma's Diner wouldn't be open till 5 tonight. We put the server, monitor and keyboard back in the car and took them to the office where we installed them and the battery back-up system. Then got back in the car and went to lunch down at the lake, John's treat.
After lunch as John got out of the car he took off his clothes and left them on the seat, he was still slowly getting used to life as a nudist. We showed Wayland the office hand held phones with admin privileges and the procedures for later today as our test families arrived. We had selected 5 families kinda like mine that have several members, and also bring along friends of their children. We promised to be back in time for actual check-ins. We made the circuit of all the places that would have scanners making sure each salesperson knew how to operate their part of the app.
The General Store gave us our biggest headache of the day. Everything we tried to scan came back as `product not found, enter price manually'. We could do the manual price entry, but nothing in the store would scan. Benjie took off for our office to trouble shoot the problem. He came back a half hour later, with the problem fixed. "What was it?"
"The bar code data base, when she entered the bar codes, she used the letter `o' instead of the number `0'. I did a mass change to the data base, but we need to limit the manual entry to numerical values, and add a scanned entry for new items to prevent that in the future. I also made the change to allow multiple tags per person. The General Store lady confirmed she had some new products to add, and we asked her to hold off adding them till tomorrow morning to give us time to make the change.
The hand held scanner was a simple install, just attaching the tether to the cart and a printed sign with directions for using it. But we knew there would be confusion among the young users who can't read, and some of whom could use it and others who were not part of the test. I volunteered to babysit the ice cream cart.
The horse wrangler wasn't here this weekend and we chose not to include the archery range because they hardly ever charge anyone. When the snack bar opened, we made sure the employees there were fully trained on the hand held usage and how to use their bar code sheets of all their products.
The waitresses would be here at 4:30 for the 5 PM diner opening and since I was closest, I was to show them the app.
John had offered to sit in the office with Wayland during check in.
Wayland thought to offer us the walkie-talkies this weekend. This would allow us to call each other as a situation developed. Benjie was stationed in our office to make notes or updates as required. He was also coding the changes to the General Store and Craft Lodge new product entry scanning method. At 3:30 the first car pulled up. I could hear them on the road, but could not see who it was.
I got a call on the radio that Amanda had arrived. I radioed back to tell her where I was. She walked over a couple minutes later and we kissed our traditional greeting. "I missed you."
"How could you, it was less than 24 hours ago?" she asked
"I always miss you no matter how long we're apart. How long had you known?"
"Known what?" she asked innocently.
"You know very well what."
"Oh, you mean about last night?"
"Duh!"
"About a month, we got a call at home right after your project week. When did you find out?"
"I nominated Alex. They only told me Alex was receiving a while before and wanted me to present him the plaque. They had to tell him or he wouldn't have been there. No one told me anything. Hey, how did Grandma and Grandpa know?"
"Not a clue, they called us telling us to meet them outside. We were seated after the lights went down so you wouldn't see us."
A couple more families checked in then our first test family arrived. "Here we go boys," came the call over the radio from John in the office. Wayland struggled through his first account check-in but with John at his elbow, managed to get through it.
More and more families arrived, including a couple more in our test group. Wayland did better on his second check-in and did it without help on his third. Out of the three families we had issued several duplicate tags for multiple pairs of shoes, recorded the sale of several pastries, and one family put restrictions on how much their kids could purchase.
At almost 6 the Barns family arrived. "Noah?"
"I'm here."
"Your mom tried to check in, and it says she's already checked in."
"Yeah, that's right, we checked her in this morning when we started testing, Logan too. Have Wayland create each a duplicate tag and deactivate the other ones."
"You also have a friend here named Carlos and his brother Juan. And Frank and Patricia Doyle are with your Mom."
"Cool, tell Carlos and Juan I'm at the ice cream cart."
Carlos, Juan and Logan soon came into view walking down to the sand play area. "Dude, I wasn't expecting to see you!"
"We stopped by your house after school and Logan invited us to come along. Had to get the permission forms signed, but here we are."
"Did you see the new signs at the trail head?"
"Yeah, we got pictures with us and the new sign from your mom. How'd she do that?"
"She took pictures when the new signs went in, than used Photoshop to copy just the sign into the pictures of you with the old sign."
"Yeah, she sent us both, I like the old sign, almost Eagle Scout."
"Yeah, but it ain't almost any more!"
"Dude, you got the Honor Medal Award last night, why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I didn't know. I was so embarrassed."
"Can anyone see us down here? I looked around and there was only human movement in one direction. "I don't think so, there's someone over that way."
"I have a present for you, or I should say Juan has a present for you. Go on, get up there."
Juan climbed on the bench and straddled my legs standing over me, his cute little pecker an inch from my lips. "This is my present?"
"Call that the bow that unwraps the present."
"You mean he's. . . ." Carlos nodded his head.
"How long?" I asked as I sucked his soft penis into my mouth."
"This will be my 5th time, no Logan was number 5 in the car, this will be my 6th time," Juan said as he grew in size and hardness. I wrapped my arms around his legs holding Juan to me and used my lips to pull up and down on the silky soft skin surrounding his dick. It didn't take long and he ejaculated on my tongue. It was thin, like watered down milk, and not much of it, but what I'd read was true, newly ejaculating boys were sweet. I could do this all day. I had him get down before we were caught doing an overt sexual act in public.
"So how long have you been 12?"
"Since Labor Day."
"See Logan, there's hope for you yet."
"Yeah, but I gotta wait another whole year."
Finally one of our test families came up to the ice cream wagon. The mom and little girl stood there reading the sign, at least the mom was, the little girl was too young to be able to read. Mom then explained that buying ice cream was different now and took the scanner and showed the girl how to scan the tag on her flip-flop, then scan the barcode on the ice cream bar. I could see this being a problem area, maybe we need to move the training to the office at check-in for families with small children.
Normally I hardly ever see G&G around camp. But this weekend I saw them everywhere. They didn't bring food which is very unusual for them, so Mom and Momma didn't either. We ate all of our meals with them in Momma's Diner and Bakery. They went to the Bingo Hall both Friday and Saturday nights and didn't go back to their cottage till after 10.
They were at the pool for a while, not swimming, just watching, lying on a couple of the very few lounge chairs inside the enclosure. They bought nachos and cokes at the snack bar, and shopped at the General Store and Grampa bought a camp souvenir.
The sleeping arrangements were myself and Amanda on the hide-a-bed, Benjie, Logan, Carlos, and Juan shared the King bed, and John slept in one of the recliners. We all shared Juan's newly developed ability and he got sucked off several times between Friday night and Sunday morning. We even convinced John to try him when he found us sucking him off once. Juan basically got sucked every time he could get hard.
JBN Enterprises held a staff meeting to share observations from the check-in Friday night. We decided to have a hand-held scanner identical to the one at the ice cream cart in the office so children could be instructed in its use to purchase ice cream.
G&G asked me to take them around the nature trail on Saturday and Mom was there with her camera to take a picture of us starting off with the sign in the background. It took us two hours, but they enjoyed every moment of it, sitting on the benches and watching the trees and being able to identify the flowers. They even went with Logan, Amanda and Juan to play a round of miniature golf.
We held a second staff meeting Saturday night to again share observations, but there was nothing to share, there were no issues, no problems. I made a suggestion for another upgrade, that the system track quantities of ice cream and send a warning if a product was running low. That extrapolated over to the snack bar, craft lodge and the General Store. Benjie assured us that we could have that new capability done by Monday afternoon.
To say our test weekend went well would be a major understatement. Benjie wrote a new section so the General Store and the craft lodge could scan a new barcode entering it into the database. The description field would have updated automatically, had there been internet, so it defaulted to manual entry for description and retail price. The lady that runs the store waited for us and after breakfast Saturday we delivered the updated code in a new cell phone for her to use. And we watched her create 14 new products.
We got called to the snack bar when a new employee came on duty and didn't know anything about the new system. Training her took less than 10 minutes.
Sunday morning at breakfast in the diner, Grandpa made a request. "After breakfast, Noah, I'd like you to go get the cart and take me to the lake. Wayland knows all about it and is expecting you. I haven't seen the lake in several years, and I want to see it again. I didn't think anything about it and when we finished eating went to the office and got the keys. I picked up Grandpa at the diner and drove him out to the lake. Wayland had affixed a folding chair on the back of the cart we could take off when we got there to provide Grandpa a place to sit down.
On approach Grandpa pointed out where I was to stop. I got the chair off the back and Grandpa sat down. I laid my towel out in front of him so we could look at each other, and he began to speak, "I had a long talk with Wayland yesterday about the Bowers family. I asked him if there was anything strange about them.
"He wanted to know what I meant by strange and I had to admit I wasn't sure, that I just got a feeling about them and wondered if it was just me or if was something was up.
"Wayland told me there was one thing they did was weird. Every so often, they'd bring a boy with them. He thought it might have been a different boy each time, but they never registered the child.
"He said on those weekends they'd hardly see any of them around camp on Friday or Saturday. They'd be movement up around their trailer, like Friday night and all day Saturday but no interaction with the camp or any activities, then suddenly Samantha would show up at the pool on Sunday, but not their guest. They'd never see any of those boys at any of the activities around camp and it was like they were keeping them secluded up in the trailer.
"Those videos you gave me, I believe were those boys. I watched every one of those cursed videos and couldn't identify any of the victims as members. I just thought you should know that Noah."
"That's good to know Grandpa, at least none of the members were ever recorded. But there were still some victims. I met Calvin's big brother at school . . ."
"Chet! I remember him, nice kid, good looking too, nice butt."
"Yeah, he still looks pretty good. He told me Mrs. Bowers drugged him a couple years ago, and had Samantha do things to him. They both would have been around 13 at the time. He chose not to come back, and never told his parents."
"That's too bad, he definitely wasn't in any of the videos."
"I'm working on him, he's considering coming up when I'm here some weekend."
"Well, next time you see him say hello for me will you."
"Sure thing Grandpa."
"You know what used to go on here at the lake Noah?"
"Well if it's anything like what my scouts did during my project, I'd say a lot of sex."
"Absolutely correct, I guess it hasn't changed in all these years. But the lake isn't well known by the general membership."
Grandpa started getting reminiscent. "I brought Mike out here to the lake the weekend after his 13th birthday. We laid out our towels right about here in the shade of this tree, except the tree was a lot smaller back then. I knew he wasn't a virgin, he and his brother had been having sex with each other and some of their friends for a year or more by then. But I made him truly my son that afternoon. I mean not that he wasn't already my son, but after that, he and I had a much closer relationship. About a year later I did the same thing with Ron except we were here on his 13th birthday. He knew it was going to happen, Mike told him, and he couldn't wait. My bond with both boys was greatly improved after that. We understood each other implicitly.
I don't remember my father. Mom and I don't talk about him. I sense she hates him for something, probably part of the reason I've never known him. I knew what I wanted to do, so I discretely put some Astroglide on my anus. I laid back and pulled my legs up.
"I love you Grampa. Make me your grandson."
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Driving Grampa back to the cottage I got a really strange feeling. I knew that sometime in the future he may not be able to have these moments with me, I would have to remember back to today and this moment. I didn't want today to end.
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Mom's van was full coming up and going home so Benjie and I had to ride home with John Sunday evening. As soon as we neared the Lake Keyo and came back into cell coverage, my phone went nuts. Dozens of missed calls with voice mail and text messages downloaded. Most were from Scouts and a few from school. All had heard of my award Thursday night.
School was insane on Monday. Those who hadn't heard about it the first week of class, heard about it over the weekend. It must have been a slow news weekend. The Council recognition dinner with footage shot Thursday night and pictures provided by Mom and the Council played on every news program Friday night and again Sunday evening. At least Alex was getting some attention too.
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Monday morning Grandpa didn't wake up.
Logan and I woke to our alarm like every other school day Mom and Momma would already be off to work. We kissed a while and moved into the traditional 69 position and made each other cum. We showered together like usual and brushed our teeth. Dressing would wait till just before we leave for school. Just as we were headed to the kitchen for breakfast, Mom and Momma came in the front door. I could tell by the look on their faces that something was wrong.
"What are you doing home?" I looked at them stunned.
"It's Grandpa. He didn't wake up this morning."
"Well is he alright now?" Logan asked. I instinctively knew the answer to that question.
"No, honey Momma said as she took Logan in her arms, "Grandpa's gone."
I even knew Momma was going to say exactly those words, but I couldn't stop the tears streaming from my eyes. "No! He can't be gone. I just got to know him. It's not fair!" I ran to my room diving on the bed and buried my face in my pillow. My tears continued, but were now soaking my pillow as I thought back to the weekend and Grandpa visiting all the areas of The Camp he hadn't seen in a long time. He was feeling so good, and was in high spirits. Now, I understood why, he was taking a farewell tour. How could he have known? Mom came in and laid next to me. She rolled me to my side and pulled me in tight to her shoulder, she wrapped me in her arms and just held me, letting me cry for my Grandpa, my tears now soaking the shoulder of her blouse.
Logan was bawling loudly out in the living room unable or unwilling to control himself. Momma held him on her lap his head pressed to her chest and rocked him back and forth.
Eventually we both calmed down and our tears stopped.
"Does Jamie and Sierra know?" I asked, as Mom and I got off my bed.
"We called Heather (Jamie's mom) and she offered to call Mandy (Sierra's mom), so yes they should know by now."
Now back in the living room, "I'll need to tell the guys at school. And Logan, you'll need to tell Juan and the other scouts at your school especially those from the project." Logan nodded, tear streaks still lining his face.
"Have you had any breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"Me neither," Logan agreed.
"Then could you go wash your faces. Then do you think you could go next door and see Grandma, I think she would like to see you, but get dressed first."
Logan and I nodded and headed to the bathroom. I took a wet cloth from our shower, and wiped my face. Logan was just standing there, staring at himself in the mirror, so I wiped his face as well. "What do I say to Grandma?" he asked.
"You don't have to say anything Logan, just be yourself and let her hug you. That's what she needs right now, love and comfort. He nodded that he understood. We got dressed for school.
Back in the living room I asked Mom how it happened. She told me the coroner said he passed peacefully during the night, while he was asleep, probably another stroke and that Grandma simply couldn't wake him this morning. That simple fact that his death was quick, made me feel a little better.
We went next door and the front door was open. Grandma was sitting in the living room, dressed, since she knew she would have lots of visitors today. There was a box of Kleenex on the end table. "Noah! Logan!" she said and held out her arms. We sat on either side of her.
"Thank you for coming." We hugged then she whispered in my ear, "Frank said if anything were to happen to him, you had to retrieve what you left with him. Whatever that is, go and get it now. She turned her attention to Logan. Jamie and Sierra and their moms arrived and waited their turns to comfort Grandma. I slipped away and went upstairs, then another set of pull-down stairs to the attic. I counted over 14 floorboards and found it was loose. I lifted it and found the thumb drive with Samantha's videos. I replaced the board, stuffed the drive in my pocket and went back down stairs.
I joined the others still talking with Grandma. She was admonishing us for being late to school. "Grandpa wouldn't approve of you being late just because of him, now off with you, get to school, and keep Grandpa in your thoughts today."
We left together and went to our house. Mom and Momma were staying home from work to be with Grandma, Logan and Sierra went with Jamie and his mom, to be driven to the elementary school. And I walked to school alone remembering Grandpa as Grandma had asked.
Mom called the schools to explain our late arrival and my admittance slip was waiting for me in the office. The secretary offered her condolences with "I'm so sorry for your loss." To me it sounded hollow and meaningless, something they say on the cop shows on TV.
I smiled back at her and said, "Thank you." She meant well and like most people, just didn't know what else to say. I could have arrived at my first period class just as it was winding down, instead I went straight to my second period class and sat on the floor in the hallway waiting for the bell.
When the room cleared out I went in and took my seat handing the admittance slip to the teacher. Dave is in this class with me and I told him about Grandpa when he arrived. He asked me if I was alright. The 14 year old Scouts who learned the pleasures of swimming naked in Grandpa's pool all heard of his passing before lunch. I told Benjie as he sat down to eat lunch with us.
He reached across the table and took my hand and repeated a few sentences in Japanese. "What was that?" I asked.
"It is an old Japanese prayer: Walk with this friend or carry them as they travel through the darkness of grief. Let them not be consumed with sadness, instead, help them to rejoice in the memories of the friend they have lost and give them the strength to let go."
"That's really nice Benjie, thank you. It reminds me of a poem that is based on bible scripture, called Footprints in the Sand."
"Maybe so, but this prayer was written 2000 years before the bible." Lunch was very quiet, no one wanted to talk or knew what to say.
In computers lab we finished the inventory control assistant I had recommended, and in Settings we added who should receive the notifications which brought up another issue as to how that person would receive the notification so we allowed the native texting function to interact with our app, allowed texting between anyone on the login list on the network so we added a user name entry as soon as the app is opened. But we won't have that done till tomorrow.
Walking out of the school after my last class reality smacked me in the face again. I suddenly remembered what happened this morning. Grandpa died just a few hours ago but for a few hours this afternoon, I had forgotten about it, maybe it was what Benjie said about not letting me be consumed with sadness. I needed to see Grandma and I went directly there.
Mom and Momma were in the living room as they had been since early this morning. Grandma was in the sun room and she had a visitor with her, Detective Morrison. Grandpa was his training officer and his first partner when he made detective. I sat with Mom and asked how Grandma was doing.
She's doing well I think, Ron, her second son and his wife will be here shortly, they've landed and were renting a car. The rest of the family will be here tomorrow. Lots of people have come by today, go out to the kitchen and look in the fridge and all the counter tops. I walked to the kitchen and there was sooo much food. The counter was covered with non-refrigerated food like cookies and cakes and the fridge was stuffed with every manner of chicken, and beef and casserole you could imagine.
I went back to the living room. "I hope you're hungry," Mom said, "we're having dinner over here tonight with Gramma."
Det. Morrison came out of the sun room and said hello to me and talked with Mom. He told her the Sheriff's Department would be providing an honor guard at the funeral home and an escort to the cemetery, and would provide as many pallbearers as necessary, besides himself. She had just asked him to be one and to speak at the funeral service as well.
"Can I go see her now?"
"Yes, she's holding up very well. She's ready for another visitor."
I walked into the sun room and she burst into tears. I went to her side and held her. She quickly composed herself and proceeded to tell me how much I meant to Grandpa. How he talked all Sunday evening about us going all over The Camp revisiting places he hadn't seen in a long time, but especially how much he enjoyed the trip out to the lake on Sunday. She told me how much joy I brought him these past several months. And now it was my turn to cry as I realized how much I was going to miss him.
I managed to stem my flow of tears and we talked of the good times and happy times and introducing new boys to the pool. Grandma assured me that those introductions were not to stop, she still wanted me to bring as many kids as I could to enjoy the pool. Grandma made me feel better and I began to understand what Benjie had said about having the strength to let go. I had to let go of Grandpa, but I could keep the memories forever.
"Do you know what a eulogy is, Noah?"
"No, not exactly."
"It's when you get up at a person's funeral and say a few nice things about him, maybe share a short story or something that makes you smile when remembering the deceased." Delivering a eulogy can be very emotional and difficult for many people. But if you are up to it, I'd like you to say a few words at Grandpa's funeral. I don't need your answer now, and we won't list you as one of the speakers, but if you can, you tell me at the service and we'll call you up at the right time. If you don't want to, that's ok too. But please consider it. You were very special to him Noah, more special than you'll ever know. He was so proud of you last Thursday when you got your medal, he told everyone who would listen that you were his neighbor.
The other thing I would like you to do, is to be a pallbearer. Help carry Grandpa out of the funeral home to the hearse, and at the cemetery, from the hearse to the grave site. You'll be one of 6 men I'm going to ask, will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Grandma, it would be my honor, and I'll think about the eulogy."
"Thank you Noah. I'll see you at dinner and later tonight, you'll get to meet my #2 son, Ron and his wife, Nancy, too."
I went back out and sat with Mom. "What did you talk about?"
"She told me how much I meant to Grandpa. And she still wants me to bring friends to the pool. She told me about his weekend up at The Camp and when he had me drive him out to the lake. She asked me to do a eulogy and to be a pallbearer. I agreed to be a pallbearer, but I told her I'd think about doing a eulogy. Mom, I'm going to miss him so much."
"Well just remember Honey, the funeral isn't for the person who passed away, it's for the people they left behind. Did she tell you about the Pool Party?"
"No, what pool party?"
Well, let me give you the whole schedule. Wednesday evening from 5 to 9 is visitation at the funeral home. This is when friends come by to pay their last respects.
"Yeah, I remember, you took me to a couple."
"That's right, I'm surprised you remember, you were pretty young.
"Thursday morning at 9:30 is going to be the formal funeral service. It will last about an hour. Grandpa will be transported to the cemetery and carried to the burial site and a grave-side service is held for family and close friends. The grave-side service isn't very long, maybe 15 to 30 minutes, depending on what the Sheriff's department plans to do.
After the service Grandma wants to hold a Pool Party to celebrate Grandpa's life. She wants catered foods, drinks, music, a real party. She wants everyone who ever swam naked in their pool to come back and swim in it again. That includes all of your Scout friends you introduced to the pool. She wants it to be a nude swim, just like it's always been, but clothing will be optional. Could you talk with your Scouts and see if they could make it around noon for the party, they'd have to take off a half day of school, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind.
"So what family is going to be here?" I asked.
Mom grabbed her notebook. Grandma; Mike and Michelle and their 10 year old twin grandchildren Jessica and Andy; Ron and his wife; Ron's daughter and her husband and their two children, Tony, 11, and Avery, 12; Ron's son and his wife and their 3 children, Ollie, 10, Mason, 12, & Hailey, 14; so a total of 16 family members."
"Man, that's a house full. Where are they all going to stay?"
"So glad you asked. As you know, Mike, Michelle and the twins are not nudists. Ron's whole family all 11 of them are regular practicing nudists. Ron's nudist family and Mike's non-nudist family causes some friction especially with Michelle. To help alleviate some of the friction, I've offered our guest room to Mike's family, which allows Ron's family to be nudists in Grandma's house."
"So what happens at the Pool Party with Mike's family?"
"That's where I think you and Logan can help. See if you could can convince Mike's twins to swim naked, they might feel more comfortable. I don't think anything can be done about Michelle and Mike, they'll just have to wear whatever they want and either put up with the nudity or they came come over here to get away."
"One more question, in Mike's family you skipped whoever is Mike and Michelle's child, who are they?"
"Oh, they don't talk about that, ever, please don't ask them. Their daughter was a victim of the opioid crisis. I'm not clear if she married the children's father or just got pregnant by him. They were both addicted to oxy. She died of a fentanyl overdose while giving birth to the twins in a Coachella concert porta-potty. The children's father had taken the same drug and died as well. Mike and Michelle got the twins from child safety in California. They were addicted too because of their mother's use, but they're ok now.
"But Mike was raised as a nudist, why did he stop?"
"It's Michelle, she's doesn't believe in public nudity, and Mike gave it up out of respect for her beliefs."
"Wow, that's messed up."
"That's love honey. He loved her so much, that he was willing to give up his way of life to be with her.
"Mike and his family are leaving to go back to Kentucky on Friday morning. Ron's family all want to go up to The Camp for the weekend in honor of their father/grandfather/great-grandfather's life. I called Wayland and told him about Grandpa and reserved La Casa and Momma's trailer for the weekend. We also have Grandma's cottage, so there's plenty of room. I was thinking we could go along to help them get the most out of their weekend at The Camp. Whadaya think?"
"That would be ok with me. Benjie and I think our system is ready to go live this weekend. We're making some changes but they'll be done tomorrow."
"Why don't you call John and warn him you probably will be ready tomorrow and see if he wants to do the roll-out this weekend. I know that's important to you. That could change how many beds we need.
I got back to Mom that John was excited that we could do the roll-out this weekend, he just needed to reload the phones with the new code. I also called Benjie, he's ready to go this weekend too.
"Why don't we let Ron's family have La Casa, that's 11 of them. That leaves me, Amanda, Logan, Benjie, and John in Momma's trailer and you and Momma with Grandma in the cottage.
"I think Gramma should be in the trailer with the rest of the family." Mom stated.
"Ok, we give Grandma your bedroom, we show them the rest of the beds and let them work out their own sleeping arrangements."
"Oh, you're so right. That's why I love you, you're so smart. That leaves Momma's trailer for Me, Momma and Logan, and you and your entourage, can have the cottage. That'll put you up near the office for your roll-out duties.
I went home to get out of my clothes, and found the thumb drive still in my pocket, now where to put it. The other one is in the drawer with a bunch of screws out in the garage. I thought about taping it to the underside of a drawer, but all the crooks know to look there. I was looking all around the room, but no place felt secure, then I looked up. The ceiling light, not in the glass thing under the bulb, higher, inside the metal cap the hides the electrical box and the connections. I went to the garage and brought the ladder in. Logan was busy playing Age of Empires in the living room and didn't even notice me carrying the ladder through the house. I loosened the cover and dropped the drive in. I put the ladder back and again I was completely ignored.
Logan and I went back to Grandma's and had a quiet dinner (after Mom took the phone off the hook, Grandma didn't have a cell phone) with just the 5 of us. We had lots of options and everyone just filled a plate and microwaved it for a couple minutes and we sat together eating.
Ron and his wife arrived later Monday night while Logan and I were at our troop meeting. While at the meeting I told the guys from my project that they had been invited to the Pool Party immediately after the funeral, Thursday at noon. They would need to get released from school at lunch, and could easily walk to my house. Lunch would be served and just about everyone would be nude, including his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
When we got back from Scouts, Mom told me they had arrived and were next door and anxious to meet us. Logan and I ditched our uniforms and grabbed towels and headed through the open gate. Ron, Nancy and Grandma were sitting on the patio with a glass of wine. Well, Grandma had lemonade. Ron rose to greet us. You must be Noah, and you're Logan. Yes, we both confirmed. Dad told us so much about you. I feel like I know you. I understand you had a pretty significant injury up at The Camp?"
"Yes sir, I did. I held out my leg displaying my inner thigh, and my penis too I might add, showing the 7" scar that was still visible.
"Wow, that's wicked looking. Where are my manners, have a seat, would you like some lemonade?"
"Yes, I would, you want some Logan?" He nodded and Ron went inside to get them. He reappeared with two glasses, so when did that happen," he asked.
I couldn't remember the date, but, "Just before summer, I missed three weeks of school, Six days after meeting your dad for the first time. And by that I mean really meeting him, not just seeing him occasionally, but a sit down talk with him."
"How did that happen? I never heard this story."
"I was practicing being a nudist because I was going to be supervising this guy up at The Camp," indicating Logan. "Grandpa came over to help me out and taught me the rules of nudist camps."
"That's cool, I don't remember the first time I went to The Camp."
"That's because you'd just been born, you were probably 3 weeks old. You didn't even go nude your first year, you and your brother wore diapers. Grandma offered.
"We didn't do that with our two, we just took them and took away their diapers. There were a few hose-`em-off clean-ups, but they potty trained pretty quickly."
We talked like that for an hour before I excused myself and Logan for bedtime.
"You'll have to come back tomorrow all the others will be here by the time you get out of school."
"Yes sir, we'll do that, looking forward to swimming with your grand kids.
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Tuesday, Logan made sure Jamie and Sierra were coming to the visitation, funeral, and that they were invited to the Pool Party.
At lunch I asked, "Benjie, would it be ok for me to use that prayer from yesterday?"
"Yes, of course, use it how?"
"I want to use it at Grandpa's funeral. Can you to teach me that prayer in Japanese?" All during lunch he tried, and I tried too, but, I could not even get the first phrase of the prayer correct. Finally, I asked him if he would come with me to the cemetery for the grave-side service. "Of course Noah, you are my friend, I will be there for you."
We finished the code for the last of the additions. Our first test of the new code bombed on the login screen. We forgot to create the Authorized Users file on the server. We created it, added all the employees we could remember then added ourselves as regular users and added a second user ID for each of us with admin privileges. We had moved all the admin functions to all the phones and controlled access with the logon IDs. The system worked perfectly and we could text at camp! We could even send pictures, not that we were allowed to take any.
We called John and told him the code was done and that we'll take a new copy tomorrow after class in case we decide to add something else between now and then.
I was looking forward to getting home and meeting the rest of Ron's family, especially the kids. I knew Logan would have a head start on me so I checked the bedroom, his clothes were spread out on the floor and the bed, meaning he was next door and nude. I stripped mine off grabbed my towel and headed next door.
As soon as I cleared the back door I could hear the happy sounds of kids playing in the water. I went through the gate and was greeted by a wondrous site. Several of the pool toys had been inflated and everyone was engaged in a game. I wasn't sure what the game was, it involved the volley ball, water polo nets, the volley ball net and water noodles. But first I needed to introduce myself to all the parents on the patio.
Ron stood as I approached. "I know you've all figured this out already, but this is Noah. He's the one who alerted Mom that Dad was having a stroke a couple weeks back. This is the same Noah you heard about who save a girl's life up at The Camp in May and just last week, received the Boy Scout's highest award for lifesaving, the Honor Medal with crossed palms.
"So Noah, my whole family is here now. I don't believe I told you my wife's name yesterday, my bad, this is Nancy. Next, my youngest child Kim and her husband Steve. Over there is my oldest, Taylor and his wife Jillian.
So you met my brother when Dad had his stroke, Mike and Michelle and their two grandchildren Jessica, and Andy. Well the good news is that the plane they were supposed to fly in was late getting into Louisville so while they were stuck in the airport on a 3 hour delay, Mike and Michelle got into yet another argument, this one over Mike's announcement that he was going to be nude like the rest of us, and whether or not to let their kids go naked around ours. It escalated to where Mike told her was going to leave it up to the kids if they wanted to or not. She ended up demanding to be taken home and not coming at all so she wouldn't spoil the family reunion, which of course, she would have. So they all went home. Mike rebooked his and the kid's tickets and they are now on their way without Michelle and will be staying through Monday like the rest of us. They'll get as far as Phoenix late tonight, stay in a hotel and will be here Wednesday morning.
"Come on out to the pool, and I'll introduce the kids."
Walking out he said, "I can't stand that bitch Michelle. I'm so glad she's not going to be here." I thought to myself, I like Ron, he's more fun than Mike, Mike's so stiff.
"Ok, Kim's kids over here and Taylor's kids over there. They move to where their Grandpa pointed.
"Kim & Steve have those two, Tony's 12, and Avery is 13
Taylor & Jillian have three, Ollie's the youngest at 10, Mason is the
middle at 12, and Hailey is 14.
This is Noah, he's Logan's brother, and you're how old?"
"I'll be 15 in 3 weeks."
"So, there you have it, you know everyone." Then he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about the girls, they're both on birth control, and neither are virgins."
I jumped in, "What's this game we're playing?" I made sure to get on Hailey's team. We had dinner with them again trying to eat some of the food that had been dropped off, including more brought today. During dinner Mom reiterated our offer of our guest room, this time for whoever may need or want it.
We spent the whole evening next door. Well, except for the time I took Hailey to my house for the tour. As we passed through the bathroom between the bedrooms, Hailey closed the door to the guest room and locked it.
She turned to me and locked me in an embrace, backing me up to where she closed and locked the door to my bedroom. She sat on the edge of the vanity and leaned back on outstretched arms. Her position accentuated her developing breasts and spread her labia inviting me in.
Hailey is a great kisser and she did things with her tongue, I'd never thought about, as I fondled her breasts with both hands. I tweaked her nipples till they stuck out long and firm. I broke away from her lips and attached my lips to her breasts. I licked her areolas and sucked on her engorged nipples. "You keep that up and I'm going to cum Noah," she warned.
"Give me another minute," I said, and I dropped to my knees. I licked through her vulva starting at her vagina and ending at her clitoris. I ran my tongue around her bump.
"You don't have a minute," she cried. I moved my tongue back down to her vagina and stuck it inside her. She cried out in a very long, drawn-out "Oooohhhhh," as her whole body stiffened and quivered as her orgasm hit. She mashed my face tightly to her crotch. My tongue could feel the slimy wall of her vagina crying out, I'm ready, fuck me.
I stood and just as her orgasm started to subside, I slid my penis in her. Her reaction was to grab my head and pull me to her face, tasting her own vaginal juices and her tongue started doing all those things to me again. She immediately returned to her previous level of arousal and she ground her hips around my dick in her. She pivoted her hips up and down and rotated them side to side, each of her movements, changing the angle of entry for me providing an abundance of new feelings. I lasted about 3 minutes and warned her I was going to cum, "Cum in my pussy, pump your sperm in me and fill me up!" She stiffened again and her whole body shook in another orgasm. I tried to fill her, but my balls didn't produce any more than normal and 5 squirts later I was done. We held each other resting our heads on the other's shoulder till our regular breathing returned. I quickly softened, but pulled up tight against her, there was no way for it to escape.
We pick our heads up and both said "That was awesome," at the same time. We separated slightly and I slipped out of her vagina. After cleaning up a bit we returned to the pool.
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Wednesday Logan and I took absence slips to our classes to let our teachers know that we would be out of school all day Thursday and Friday. After 7th period we asked for another copy of our files from the lab server. Mr. Cohen offered to get a copy to John for us, which we were happy for him to do for us.
Mike did arrive Wednesday morning. I was told both his kids quickly matched the way their cousins were dressed and in the pool within 20 minutes after arriving. I didn't exactly hurry home after school knowing they would be there. But when I arrived I was pleasantly surprised to see additional heads bobbing in the water, and another naked adult on the patio. He was the first to get up to greet me as I arrived in the back yard.
"Hello again Noah. Nice to see you again, except for the circumstances, of course." He met me in the yard between the pool and the patio. "I have something to ask you, and tell you, I guess. My wife and I are splitting up, this trip was the last straw. We raised out daughter under my wife's rules. I went along with it, that's my fault. No dating, no sex education, she rebelled against us and ran away. Short story; she died in California after giving birth to those two." He waved to his grandchildren, "In case you don't remember, that's Jessica on the left and Andy on the right." I waved to them too as he pointed them out. "We were raising them her way again and I finally had it with her, I told her she already screwed up our daughter and I'd be damned before I let her screw up out grandchildren too. That was the argument we had at the airport you heard about. So, still trying to keep this short, neither of them had ever seen the other naked since they were 4 until today much less another person. They haven't attended one sex education class or had the birds and the bees lecture.
Mom, my mom, the old lady that lives here, told me you were pretty good bringing Logan up to snuff sex wise. Here comes the end of the short story, I want you to do the same thing for Jessica and Andy in the short time we'll be here. Can you do that for me?"
"Wow, um, I guess I can try. So you could you be a little more specific as to what you'd like them to participate in?
"Well if you could catch them up on the basics, like body parts names and if you could get to mutual masturbation and maybe oral sex that would be great progress for their first weekend."
"Is it ok if they witness other sex, like anal or vaginal?
"Well, they most likely will see it and if you can explain to them what's happening, it would be great, but that would be more than I could hope for. I'll take over wherever you leave off when we get home.
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Grampa's obituary was in our local paper today. With it was a 3 page layout detailing Grampa's career in the Sheriff's office. I never knew. He was the most decorated officer in our district and there were pictures of him receiving awards through his career. I like seeing the old pictures of him in his uniform, he always had a big smile on his face.
I've been to a couple visitations at funeral homes with Mom for people she knew, and they have always been somber rituals. Soft organ music playing in the background and everyone directed to smaller rooms that resembled chapels where the deceased laid in an open coffin up front with an overwhelming smell of flowers thick enough to choke a child's throat. There's always a minister or whatever religions leader on hand to provide comfort. The two I attended we went up and looked into the coffin for a last look at the dead person. I have both of those images in my brain and can't get rid of them. They weren't even people I knew, I only went with Mom.
Tonight we dressed up a bit, but not too formal. I'd wear my suit to the funeral. We arrived at the funeral home and only one name was on the lighted visitation board out by the street. Det. Frank Doyle. It was strange seeing his name that way, I wasn't expecting it to say Grandpa, but it would have been more appropriate, at least for me. The parking lot for the three visitation chapels was nearly full. Inside, that flower stench hit me again. The place was packed. The main chapel was where Grandpa lay. There were clusters of people standing around talking in hushed voices. Grandma was up front, off to the side, talking to someone who looked familiar. I realized it was my 7th grade teacher.
"Let's get this over with," Momma said and we started up the aisle. The images from my last two visitations reappeared in my head and I stopped.
"I'm not going up there."
Mom stopped with me, "What's wrong Honey?"
"I don't want to remember him this way. I have happy memories of him, I don't need to see him like this and have that image in my head forever."
"That's ok, Honey. You can sit here and wait for us."
"I'm going to wait with Noah," Logan announced, and we sat down together.
"Think about a happy time you had with Grandpa Logan and try to hold on to that moment."
We sat in silence for a while, then Logan whispered, "Is it ok to remember the first time I saw him naked?"
I hugged Logan, "Yes, but make that a private memory and don't ever share it with anyone."
Mom and Momma waited their turn to talk with Grandma then moved over to the casket surrounded with flowers. Additional flower lined the walls and the other two rooms as well. Grandma came down the aisle and sat down with Logan and me. "Thanks for coming to see me tonight. Your moms said you didn't want to see Grandpa like this. I don't blame you. I didn't want to either, but I had to. He looks really good. You know the little smile he gets on his face when he's watching you guys in the pool? Well that's the smile on his face now. What were you thinking about just now before I walked up?"
"Sunday morning when I drove him out to the lake. How happy he was and how good it felt just to be with him."
"Did he tell you why the lake was special to him, Mike, and Ron?"
"Yes."
"Then did you and he . . ."
"Yes, and I will cherish that moment forever."
"Sunday night he told me about that trip with you. He thought of you as a son Noah. What he did was his way of making you his son. He was aware you never knew your real dad. Is it ok with you if I tell Mike and Ron?"
I nodded. Sitting there looking up at the open casket, I saw something sitting on the inside of the lid and I asked Grandma what it was. "Last weekend he went to the General Store for the first time in probably ten years and he bought that little paperweight souvenir. He told me he was taking it with him, which didn't make any sense at the time, it made perfect sense today, when I saw it on the dresser, so I put it inside his casket so he could take it with him.
"Grandma?"
"Yes Noah?"
"I couldn't think of anything I wanted to share at the funeral, but my friend Benjie taught me a prayer that I would like to share at the grave-side service. It's a prayer just for his close friends, not for everyone. You want to hear it?"
"No, I'll hear it along with everyone else at the grave site. I'll make sure you get called up."
"Who are all these people grandma?" Logan asked.
Well, the ones in uniform are obvious, yes? If they're not wearing a uniform and are around 50 years old, they were friends of Mike and Ron. Most of them swam in the pool at some time or another. You'll have to ask them for names, I can't remember them all anymore they grew up, but I do know the mayor and 3 of the city council were here earlier. Some of these people are The Camp members, and the really old people are his and my friends, what few are left. Here comes your moms, get out of here and get some food, and visit with the kids.
"Where are they?"
"Downstairs, use the plain door to the left of the reception desk and go on down. If anybody says anything, tell them you're family.
One of the chapels had been converted to a buffet room with 4 tables of food from a local restaurant with all sorts of finger food. Grandma's family had also brought several of the casseroles and plates of cookies and cakes dropped off by friends. The rest of the room was filled with round tables each with 8 chairs so you could sit and talk while they ate.
The other chapel had been cleared out except for chairs and flower sprays around the perimeter. There were lots of people visiting. Mike and Ron were the center of attention, they were having a good time seeing their old friends, and most people in the room were about their age. Mom pointed out the mayor talking with Mike and Ron. There was even laughter occasionally, making this my favorite room, except for maybe the food room. Now if they could combine the two rooms that would be perfect.
Logan and I excused ourselves and said we would be downstairs with the other kids. We went through the plain door that open to a stairs leading down, at the bottom, you turned right and entered a good size room. It reminded me of the teen lounge at The Camp. There was a big-screen TV on one wall, a refrigerator loaded with canned sodas and water, and two tables of the same foods as were upstairs, except there were more of the desserts.
Jamie and Sierra showed up a few minutes later then Amanda arrived. I made sure introductions were made.
Taylor & Jillian dropped in to see that everyone was ok, and not getting into trouble, we were just watching TV and snacking so they went back upstairs.
"OK, they're gone for another half hour, who's up for a quick one?" Apparently this is something Ron's grandkids had done before. Clothes were taken off and were being deliberately placed in piles, placed just right so they could be put back on quickly.
Based on what Mike asked me, I took Jessica and Andy under my wing and encouraged them to get naked with the rest of us, I quickly told Amanda about Andy and teamed them together, and I took his sister Jessica.
I was careful with Jessica for her first sexual encounter. I gently fingered her little slit and let her hold my penis. I used proper terms and I explained what I was going to do. Amanda had Andy on the same couch and followed my lead having Andy do to her, what I was doing to Jessica. I rubbed up and down between her labia then pushed a finger up in her vagina. Not very far mind you, I know she's a virgin and didn't want to damage anything. I dropped down and used my tongue to tickle her vulva then went for her vagina. I pulled out and moved back up to where her clitoris would be. I had trouble finding Jessica's, Andy had no such problem with Amanda. I put a finger back in her vagina and just tickled her all around her opening. Amanda had to help Andy with which wall and how to curl his finger to accomplish it.
"Ok, time to switch," Hailey called out.
We traded places with our partners on the couch, now I was seated and Jessica was kneeling at my feet. Amanda took over the instruction. She taught Jessica how to hold a penis, but in Amanda's case she had to pull back Andy's foreskin first. Andy was not circumcised. Amanda showed how to move the skin up and down the shaft of the penis. Andy, who had never masturbated in his life enjoyed the feeling Amanda was giving him then tried to get her to stop, because he needed to pee. We both assured him it was ok to continue and he got his first orgasm. Amanda moved over next to Jessica and encouraged her to keep going while she gave a simple explanation of cumming which was going to happen soon, but only older boys would do that like me, and maybe Tony and Mason. She didn't have her try to catch my semen she just let it fly when I cummed, squirting up in the air, landing on my chest and stomach.
Hailey called time after the half hour and the pairings separated. I did find out that Mason and Tony are both producing sperm, and decided I needed to get a taste of them to continue my study of 12 year olds producing semen and to compare against Juan.
Amanda brought me napkins to finish cleaning up after Logan finished licking my cum streaked belly.
We straightened up a bit and went back to watching TV.
Mom and Momma came down to get us at 8:30 to go home. A decision was reached after much pleading on Amanda's part that she could stay at our house overnight since they would be coming back tomorrow for the funeral in the morning anyway. They agreed and would bring the dress she planned to wear at the funeral. That night we also ended up with Ollie, Mason, & Tony in our guest room.
Amanda and I talked about our exclusive agreement and decided it didn't apply in town, she let Logan have sex with her for the first time. Then let Mason and Tony take her too. I felt sorry for Ollie and was masturbating him when he asked me to fuck his butt. I warned him that it might hurt with my size, and recommended Logan since he was smaller, or maybe Mason or Tony, but he wouldn't hear of it, he wanted me. So I got out some of the toys that would stretch him a bit. I inserted the small butt plug which was an effort, I left it alone for 10 minutes then pulled it out. I fucked his hole with it till it felt loose, then we moved up to the dildo just smaller than me. I let him put it in so I wouldn't hurt him. He got it in then moved it back and forth till he had a dry cum with it. He let me know he was ready and I lubed my dick and put more on and in his butt. I flipped him onto his back and folded him in half putting his knees near his ears which really opens the buttocks revealing the anus. I pulled out the dildo and centered myself and pressed forward. I slid right in all the way. No effort, no pain, I just bottomed out against his butt.
Tony and Mason were watching the whole time cheered him on. "Way to go Ollie" and "Take that dick." Mason crawled over and asked his brother, "Do we get to do that when we get home?"
He responded by nodding enthusiastically, and said, "You can do it later tonight and every fucking night after that." Since Mason was right there, I had him kneel next to Ollie. I leaned over and took his penis in my lips and used it like a straw to extract his 12 year old semen. I fucked Ollie gently and sucked Mason. Mason gave up his sweet nectar in no time. His was much thicker than Juan but tasted nearly the same. He told me he'd been making sperm for 8 months. "How `bout you Tony, how long?"
"More like 4 or 5 months."
"I want you next." I told Tony. He crawled over Amanda and kneeled on Ollie's other side, offering me his dick. I did the same to him, sucking on him while slowly fucking Ollie. I warned Ollie I was going to cum, and cummed in Ollie's butt at the same time Tony cummed in my mouth. I held it in my mouth because it's hard to do anything when you're breathing so hard. When I calmed I got to a vertical position still in Ollie's butt. I swirled Tony's potion around tasting every nuance. Slightly different flavor, and not quite as thick, but there was more of it. But he too had that overall sweetness to his cum. I looked down at Ollie. "How was that Ollie? Did you cum too?"
"That was great, I cummed 3 times."
An hour past bedtime, with everyone well sated and well fucked, Ollie, Mason, & Tony went through the bathroom to their room for the night.
Amanda and I snuggled together for the night with Logan on her other side. We talked a while and decided our exclusivity agreement was kinda silly, we loved each other and both felt having sex with someone else was ok occasionally as long as we knew the other person well enough to know there was no communicable disease possibility. We kissed a while and we ended up making love, Logan helped me out, running a finger up and down her butt crack then in and out of her anus. She had an exceptional orgasm, it was a good thing our doors were closed.
Mason told me in the bathroom in the morning that he did get to fuck Ollie later last night, but that I had the privilege of taking Ollie's anal cherry, Ollie wouldn't let Mason do it because he'd been afraid it would hurt. He mentioned that Tony was fucking him as we spoke.
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Amanda's parents came by the house shortly before we were to leave bringing Amanda's dress. She went with them to the funeral. We arrived at the funeral home early, a parking attendant stopped us and asked funeral only or grave-side. Mom answered grave-side, the attendant asked for out name and she told him Barnes-Xavier. We were told we were car #3 directly behind the two family limousines. He put a magnetic flag with the number 3 on our roof and directed us to parking spot #3.
Benjie and his father arrived. You could hear the mummer of voices move through the crowd as Dakai Tamura was recognized. The CEO of Tamura International was at the funeral! They were escorted to our aisle and Ducky shook hands with me and Mom as they sat down.
The funeral was being held outside the funeral home because there wasn't a building in town large enough to hold everyone. Grandpa had been moved outside too, but now the casket was closed. There were several hundred people in attendance. Lots of people spoke about Grandpa, mostly people from his days as a Sherriff Department officer and detective. People spoke of his friendship, his caring nature, some had been fellow officers like Det. Morrison, and others had been victims of crimes he had helped. One was someone he had arrested and helped her turn her life around. Both sons spoke of their loving father. Mike's talk was very positive and upbeat. Some spoke from the podium, others stood and spoke from their seats holding a portable microphone.
We were sitting just behind the family along with the other pallbearers, Mike was in the row in front of us. He looked extremely happy for being at his father's funeral. I tugged on Mom's sleeve, "Why is Mike so happy?" I whispered. She whispered back, "I'll tell you after the funeral."
The pallbearers were called forward and I, Det. Morrison and the two officers seated in our aisle moved to the casket. Det. Morrison and I were on either side of his head. His sons took their place beside his body and two rookie officers at his feet. We carried him down the aisle and loaded him in the black hearse parked in the grass. Ducky's limo driver had already transferred Benjie's overstuffed pack to our van, and Benjie joined us in the van while Ducky exited quickly before he could be set upon by those seeking employment or those wanting to promote a product. There were more stares in the crowd that Daiki Tamura's son was riding with us.
The caravan of cars going to the cemetery wasn't too long, maybe 25 cars. But the route was lined with hundreds of Sheriff or Police officers all standing by their cars, lights and sirens blaring, standing at attention, saluting as we passed. I think every off-duty officer in the state was there, the logos on the car doors all displayed different cities and towns. Every intersection was blocked off to allow us to go by unimpeded.
Mom answered my question. "So you noticed how happy Mike is this morning. He got a call early this morning from his wife in Louisville. She agreed to a no-fault divorce with no stipulations and Mike keeps the twins. She's moving out."
At the cemetery, 21 officers from his precinct were already there lined up at parade rest in their finest dress uniforms decked out with all their accessories to honor their long retired friend. I had no idea Grandpa was such an important man. Under the direction of the funeral director, we carried Grandpa up a slight slope to his final resting place setting the casket on a platform.
The family all sat in provided chairs, friends stood around the back and the sides.
The minister provided by the Sheriff's Department read all the appropriate passages you normally hear at a generic funeral. Then it was my turn. I was introduced by the minister as a next door neighbor. Benjie walked up with me and stood touching me, but slightly behind me. It was enough to let me know he was there for me.
"We here today because our hearts hurt and we're feeling a little sorry for ourselves. One of our favorite people in the whole world has left us, and we have to go on without him. My friend Benjie said a prayer for me on Monday and I found it helpful I'm going to have him share that prayer with all of you. The prayer is not for Grandpa, it is for the friend sitting next to you. So please, take the hand of a friend near you, make sure everyone is being held. I went to Logan and held his shoulder.
Benjie, went to Grandma, kneeled at her side and laid his hand on her arm. In a strong beautiful voice, he repeated the prayer in Japanese just as he had said it for me on Monday.
"Kono tomodachi to issho ni aruku . . . ." His voice was strong and steady, loud enough for everyone to hear.
At the end, I offered the translation. "It is an old Japanese prayer some 3000 years old:
Walk with this friend or carry them as they travel through the darkness of grief. Let them not be consumed with sadness, instead, help them to rejoice in the memories of the friend they have lost and give them the strength to let go.
I returned to where we had started, Benjie couldn't even get up, Grandma had wrapped her arm tightly around him.
"Grandpa," I said, speaking loudly to the trees towering above us, "I hope you don't mind. I'm letting you go now." I pulled a handful of confetti and glitter from my pocket and threw it in the air. The sunlight caught the glitter making it sparkle. As it settled back down, I said, "I'll remember you forever Grandpa!"
Grandma let go of Benjie and he rejoined me. He looked up at me with a tear in his eye, and said, "My ancestors would be very proud of you."
The minister finished up the simple service and decided to forego the Lord's Prayer he had planned. Then Det. Morrison stood and barked an order to the line of 21 male and female officers. They snapped to full attention, the first officer very deliberately reached for his service revolver, slowly drew it, a second later the next officer in line made the same deliberate move and a second later the third and so on down the line. The first officer's pistol reached his highest point and he fired. One second later, the next officer fired. As soon as they fired they deliberately returned and holstered their weapons. Each officer took exactly 10 seconds to draw, aim, fire, then holster their pistols, each officer exactly one second behind the officer to their right. From the first shot, 20 seconds lapsed before the 21st shot. When all were holstered, Det. Morrison dismissed the officers. They turned and in perfect step marched down the slope to their parked cars.
That was it, the service was over. Grandma came to me and asked, "You got any more of that stuff?" I pulled the plastic bag from my pocket, and poured what little was left in her waiting hand. She grabbed my arm and had me walk her over to the casket, "I'm letting you go too Frank." She tossed the confetti and glitter mixture up over the casket. As it settled back down, she whispered, "I'll see you again, and say hello to Sandra for me. Tell her I'll be along soon." Sandra was their first child who died after living only a month. We were actually standing on or at least near Sandra's grave, grandpa was being buried next to her. I was the only one who heard what Grandma said to Grandpa.
Mom was praising Benjie for his beautiful prayer. When I rejoined them she grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips. "I'm so proud of you. That was beautiful."
Benjie went home with us and would be attending the pool party and spending the night. Amanda went home with her parents so she could return to school for the afternoon and Friday. Wayland and Matilda went back to camp to be there for the few Thursday evening early check-ins.
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The pool party was by invitation and Mike and Ron invited all their old friends they tricked into swimming nude with them. I and Logan invited all the friends we tricked too. The schools weren't very happy, but the high school principle understood, she was a long-time friend of the family, she even attended the funeral, she excused Dave, Carlos, Brian, Devin, Rashon, Benjie, and me for the afternoon. The elementary school had to excuse Rick, Charlie, Aki, Juan, Jamie, Sierra, and Logan, my 7th grade teacher vouching for them.
The party was scheduled for noon which gave the family time to get home and let the caterers in the back yard. They were shown where to set up. We opened our gate to allow our friends to enter from our house. The family prepared to receive their guests by getting out of their clothing. My friends arrived a little early, they had been released from school at 11:30, our normal lunchtime, and it doesn't take 30 minutes to get to our house from either school. We took off our clothes leaving then on the bed in our room. We all went next door. We had all the pool toys available and started using them.
The catering was amazing, the drink station served soft drinks, 6 different bottled beers, all favorites of Grampa, red and white wine and blended drinks like Margaritas, Pina Coladas, and Raspberry Peach Lemonade. There was a Chinese station which had all kinds of oriental appetizers. A burger bar made hamburgers with anything you wanted on them. The Healthy Solutions station had every type of vegetarian appetizer, some of them not all that healthy. Our local pizza place had 5 different kinds of pizzas cut in 3" squares, Chicken wings with dipping sauces, and Mac & Cheese. But the largest section was the Mexican station making fresh street tacos on a large gas grill, chips and salsa, mini Chimichangas, Taquitos with guacamole, chicken and beef enchiladas and Cheesy Beef Empanadas. Eating lunch is going to hurt.
Lots of people were invited and you never really expect all of them to attend. I would think that would especially true to a clothing optional party. But there must have been a hundred people there. Most went nude, but some simply could not, like the mayor, who turned out to be Ron's best friend growing up and a frequent visitor with them to The Camp. Mike and Ron were very popular guys. Their back yard got so crowded that people migrated to our yard for more open spaces.
Most of the gentlemen remembered their nudist etiquette and carried towels that were provided. There were some very beautiful women present, like Momma that tended to draw men's attention. I found myself getting hard too often so I tried to sneak off to my bathroom to tame the beast. Avery saw me leave and followed me. Just as I stood in front of my mirror and started jacking off Avery came in. I could get used to having sex with her. The area behind the shed got a workout. Sierra made sure to drag Rashon back there and several other members of the troop. Then she was introduced to Tony and Mason taking them behind it as new conquests. Andy was put off limits to her.
Jessica was having some fun with her cousins during the afternoon, they let their fingers do the walking and were fingering her vulva till she was squirming on the ground. Tony and Mason were both working on her getting their fingers in her vagina first by one then the other then both at the same time. Everything was fine till one of them managed go in too deep and inadvertently tore her hymen. She bled a couple drops but at least they came and got me and I alerted Hailey. We took her to my bedroom and Hailey did a cursory examination. It didn't look too bad, it was a complete tear, with little pain and no bleeding other than just a couple spots.
I suggested we get her Grandfather, but Jessica didn't want to tell him. I convinced her this was something she should tell him about. She reluctantly agreed and I went to get him while Hailey stayed with her. I pulled Mike away from a conversation. "Hey Noah, how goes the twins education?"
"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your nieces and nephews have really been taking the lead in that department. That side of the family is way ahead of yours kids in that area of knowledge. Being naturists, they learned a lot from other kids. Well two of them were helping Jessica her enjoy vulva stimulation and got their fingers inside her vagina a little too deep and tore Jessica's hymen. She's ok, and not hurt or bleeding, but I wanted her to tell you about it, you know, so she would know she could tell you anything. She just needs some reassuring that you love her and can always come to you.
"Wow Noah, that's very thoughtful of you. You're sure it was only finger penetration?"
"Very sure Mike, they were trying to make her orgasm and got a little carried away.
"Would you make sure the boys know her vagina and Tony's butt is off limits to their penises."
"Yes sir, I'm pretty sure they know that already, but I'll make sure they understand that."
"Ok where is she?"
"My room sir, Hailey is with her."
I took him next door and into my room. Hailey left immediately, so I stayed and held her hand. Mike was amazing with her he reassured her and comforted her, called what happened an accident, asked if she wanted him to look at it and she spread her legs and pulled her labia open. Mike was very gentle and felt around up inside and told he everything would be ok, no major damage and that all girls tear that very same skin eventually, so now, she would never have to worry about it again. He got her up off the bed, hugged her and sent her back out to play.
"Thank you Noah, that was a perfect bonding moment for the two of us, especially considering she just lost the only female figure in her life."
"Well if I may say so, I think you handled it really well."
I met in small groups with the other kids confirming to them that Andy butt and Jessica's vagina were NOT to be penetrated by any penises this early in their sexual experimentation. I told Tony and Mason that Mike wasn't angry and understood it was an accident. I also made sure Logan and Jamie were aware of Mike's rule.
Mike new attitude made him a whole new man. Without me asking, he happily told me about the call at breakfast and how they discussed on speaker phone for the entire family to hear about their irreconcilable differences and constant conflict, their inability to compromise, non-existent sex life and their different philosophies in raising children which he blamed her for their daughter's death. She announced that she would be gone before he got home and he was to keep the damn kids, as she said it. After 26 years of an oppressive marriage, his wife had agreed to a no-fault walk-away divorce.
With his new found freedom he openly played the field. I witnessed him take two women behind the pool shed and taking at least a couple more to the guest room at our house.
Several women were exercising the clothing optional clause and were dressed very nicely. I finally was able to figure out that they were wives of friends of Mike and Ron's who had never swum here, but married someone who had not. Several drinks into the evening and their husbands were able to convince their wives to go skinny dipping with them, probably for their first time. I had fun with these newbies, just after they took off their clothes I would walk up and introduce myself and complement the woman on how much more beautiful she was naked. Sometimes their husbands would react at that and become erect themselves.
All my friends except Benjie went home before dinner, you can only swim so many hours before you turn into a prune. Most of the remaining kids ended up in our living room playing video games.
The party went well into the night, but the caterers left around 7 having served lunch and dinner and left behind even more desserts on tables and the leftover food in serving trays which they took to the kitchen.
The crowd thinned out even more after dinner. Mike and Ron's best friends were the ones that stayed the latest. We finally got to see the mayor naked and he and Mike and Ron went swimming after most people had left.
Tonight was Hailey, Avery and Jessica's turn to stay in our guest room. They sneaked over to our room after the lights went out. Jessica got to practice masturbating Logan, and Benjie lost his virginity to Hailey, well he didn't exactly loose it, he willingly gave it to her. I got to fuck Avery for the second time.
John would be here at 9 tomorrow to pick up Benjie and I, so we forced them to go back to their room at 1 AM.
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I got up to pee around 7 and heard Mom and Mamma rummaging about in the kitchen and went out to see what they were doing. They had those Styrofoam clam-shell take-out containers all over the table and kitchen counters. They were filling them closing them up then writing what was inside on the front of the lid with a felt marker. "Good morning sunshine, nice woodie. What are you doing up so early. You didn't get to sleep till after 1." Momma said.
"I had to pee and heard all the noise, what are you doing?"
"We're packing your lunch. These are leftovers from this week, you are to take as much of this as you can. Whatever you leave, the Doyle clan or we will bring it up later today. Why don't you go pee and go back to bed, you've got another hour or so." So I did just that.
The next time I woke it was 8:15. I woke Benjie and we showered together each jerking one off in the shower squirting each other with our cream.
John arrived right on time just as we finished our cereal. We had him come in and I showed him the food we were to transport to The Camp. There were several cardboard boxes of clam-shell containers. Some single ones, some multiples of the same thing. "We have food leftover from Grandpa's funeral and pool party."
"We can't eat that much."
"It's not all for us, there's uh, like 18 of us."
Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you how sorry I was to hear you lost your Grandpa. His funeral was all over the news last night, they even had a picture of you and your dad Benjie."
"Ooh, father will not like that, he prefers to stay out of the news."
"It was channel's 3 rip-off of TMZ with just local celebrities."
"Oh, he won't care about that show, no one of consequence will see it."
"Hey, I saw it."
"As I said."
Oh, Benjie made another joke, and a good one at that.
"I got more supplies for us this week. 1,000 QR tags, a rivet tool to permanently attach them to flip-flops, little zip ties, string tags to identify which tag goes to which family member, and a variety of jewelry options."
"Is 1,000 going to be enough?"
"Should be for the weekend, there's 500 left from last weekend."
We loaded several boxes in the back seat and trunk of John's classic Chevy with the front bench seat where we could all sit. Last thing to throw in was our backpacks, not quite as heavy this week as we did not need our own network.
Wait, 18 in your group this week, where's everyone going to stay?"
"The three of us are staying in the cottage up near the office. Everyone else is staying in La Casa or Momma's trailer.
"We need to remember the wrangler will be here this weekend, we'll need to show him the ropes!" No one laughed. "Hey, I thought it was funny."
"You should be on Chanel 3's TMZ program."
"Ouch! Benjie, that hurts."
"Yes, the truth does sometimes." John thought that was hilarious.
"Ok, but if we have time, Benjie, want to go on a horse ride?"
"I don't know, horses are kinda big. . ."
"They have a few big horses, but most of them a smaller. The horses are really gentle. I missed riding them with my troop at summer camp. They put you on a horse based on your size and weight."
"So they have horses the size of an elephant? That one guy we saw last week, surly would break the back of any regular horse."
"Oh, him, yeah he wouldn't be allowed to ride, there is a 250 pound weight limit. So will you go with me?"
"Very well, I'll go if you go. But don't you need long pants? I didn't bring any pants. Don't worry, I did. Momma bought a pair for Logan that are too big for him, but they should fit you.
"My phone rang, it was Mom. "Hi Mom, what's up?"
"I forgot to tell you, the kids all want to go on the sunset horse ride Saturday. Would you make reservations for them please?"
"That's so weird, I was just talking Benjie into going. Do they all have the right clothes?"
"No, I'm going to send them to the thrift store to pick up what they need."
"After the ride, we could put them in a drawer and make it Horse Ride Clothing if they don't want to take them home."
"Sounds good Honey, I'll make the label, I'm at work."
"Ok, so all 7 for rides?"
"Yes honey, plus you, Logan, Benjie, and Amanda if she wants to go, plus me. I want to go along to take pictures. Did you get all the boxes of food?"
"Yeah, John's back seat was open so it all fit."
"Good, the Doyle's will bring up the rest when they arrive."
"There's more? We gonna be taking leftovers back home. What time are they coming up?"
"They don't really know, sometime after lunch they said, so watch for them and give them the trailer tour."
"Gotta go Mom, we're going to lose the signal in a few seconds. Love you, see you tonight."
We rounded the curve and we cut off from the world. A few miles later we turned on the dirt road and Benjie and I unclipped our seat belts and shucked our clothes to the floor. I pulled my slip-ons out of my pack so we could attach my QR tag to the strap, but I also wanted to try the choker. Maybe I'll start a fashion trend.
We parked outside the office and went to check-in. Wayland and Matilda told Benjie and I how beautiful we made the grave-side service with our prayer. Matilda said, "We've been to too many funerals over the years, and the grave-side services are always the same old thing, dust to dust and all that. What you two did made me glad we went. I think I let Frank go later that afternoon up here when we saw their cottage. I opened my heart and said good bye.
We told them we would be back at La Casa for a few minutes and would be back to bring in the supplies for tonight's check-in.
I confirmed that the horse rides were available this weekend and reserved 12 for the sunset ride Saturday evening. We drove on back to La Casa and unloaded the boxes of food. Before we put them in the refrigerator, we made up plates for ourselves for today's lunch. We also took a few sodas too. Next stop was the cottage to unload our personal stuff and our lunch.
The cottage is a stone building made from larger rocks along the bottom decreasing in diameter as the walls get higher. The original cottage was built in about 1830 and took the homesteader 6 years to build it for his wife. It wasn't a square building as most were in those days, the main part of the building containing the living room with the fireplace, kitchen and dining area, was basically square, but off either side were two wings for small bedrooms.
Originally it was completely open inside. Someone built a split rail half wall to segregate the kitchen from the living room. When G&G bought it in 1970, they hired a stone mason to enclose the bedrooms and put in doors. He very meticulously matched the stone work of the original builder and even used old doors salvaged from other cabins in the area. He also added a bathroom off the back of one bedroom adjacent to the kitchen. But to access it, you had to go out the back door. But it was a major step up from the outhouse it replaced.
Electricity was added by removing the wood floor and running the conduit underground, bringing free standing outlets up wherever needed. Gas was also run in at the same time and in the same manner for the stove, fireplace and furnace and hot water heater. G&G also added an enclosed back porch across the full width of the cottage almost doubling the square footage and making the run to the bathroom much more comfortable. The bathroom had its own electric heater which could be turned on from the kitchen.
The patio was the only place Grandma allowed smoking back when Grandpa and his friends didn't know better. The bedrooms were small, barely fitting a queen bed and a dresser. The walls were decorated with mementoes of 55 years of membership at The Camp, mostly pictures hanging from wires running down from the wood at the ceiling.
Our stop here was to drop off our personal stuff and put our lunches in the antique refrigerator. The only modern appliance was a small microwave. The gas stove was from around 1940 and the refrigerator was almost new, purchased in 1958.
We left the car parked and carried the few boxes of supplies to the office only 50 yards away. We loaded the new server software then showed Wayland and Matilda the new features.
The first screen was new, it asked for the user's name. We showed them the authorized users file on the server and how simple it was to add or delete anyone. Wayland pulled out his employee roster. We decided to go with their nickname and last initial. Actually anything would have worked as long as it was unique and matched the name in the file. We figured we didn't need a password but offered to add it if wanted. Wayland added all the employees who would ever be using one of the phones to charge something to an account. With that file in place we each logged on to a different phone.
We showed them the new text messaging feature. Only our four names had a star in front indicating we were currently logged in. Wayland was able to message one of us a message. Then he messaged every employee a welcome message that would deliver when they logged in.
When Wayland or Matilda logged in to the app, they automatically have admin functions. On Wayland's phone we showed him the Ice Cream Inventory function. "Whenever ice cream is added or removed from the cart, you simply enter the number and hit add or remove. That will update the server quantity. Whenever someone purchases an item, one is subtracted from current inventory. When the supply hits 3 remaining, you and whoever you indicate, will receive a text message that the supply of whatever item, is low." We opened the IceCreamCall file showing his name was the only one there and added Matilda. "That's it for now, we'll call the kitchen and they can take more out."
"We'll do a current inventory of what's there and create the starting point from today. You should probably do an inventory periodically in case bars disappear without being marked as sold."
"Will it tell me which cart is low when I add the second cart?"
"Benjie shook his head, "Not the way it's currently configured, I can make that change easily enough, the inventory would be tied to the scanner used, so you would need to make sure the correct scanner is on the correct cart."
"That's fine, we can do that. I'm not going to be adding the new cart till next year, but this year it was very successful."
Oh, there's one more little feature I added. Under options, Identify User Tag. This for when you find a QR code tag or bracelet and want to see who it belongs to. You scan it and it tells you the owner's name without opening their account.
Next we got out the supplies.
"Let me tell you what I was thinking about for the rubber bracelets with bar codes. Talking with my network of camp owners, I found some camps like to identify first time visitors, so everyone would know their status and could make them feel welcome by greeting them. I want to use the bright colored band for first time visitors, dark colors could be for regular members who prefer the bracelet.
Yeah, that's doable, it doesn't affect our software any. You'll still get a reminder to retrieve the visitor's bracelet when they check out and you then unlink it from the account.
We showed what we brought, Zip ties, for attaching to shoes; the rivet gun if there a place on their footwear where the rivet won't rub on their foot; String tags for when parents register several kids so they'll know which tag belongs to which child; and the variety of actual jewelry which you can sell at $5 for now and we won't lose money.
"I want to try out one of the chokers, see if I like it."
John pulled one out and gave it to me. "Here, a free gift for being our first customer."
We did the ice cream inventory and finished up by lunchtime all that remained was updating the staff on new features and indoctrinating the wrangler and the archery range officer. Our lunch was the delicious leftovers from the pool party or what friends had dropped off. We hung out at the office and as employees arrived, Wayland issued them a phone and showed them the new features. As they logged in the first time we got to hear in the Minion's squeaky high voice "Woo-Hoo! You have a text message!" we borrowed the mp3 file from Zedge.com. If we ever sell one of these systems, we'll have to either license that ringtone or find a free one in the public domain.
The Doyles were the first family to arrive today. After another round of tears between Grandma and Wayland and Matilda, Wayland checked them in. He asked which Grandma preferred a bracelet or a tag?
"What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked.
"That's how you can pay for anything anywhere in The Camp."
She settled on a bracelet and chose a medium green one. The rest of them were registered as first time guests under Grandma's account even though Mike and Ron had been here 100s of time. They drove in but their first stop was the cottage, no one but Mike and Ron had ever seen it before today. The kids and the grand kids loved seeing naked pictures of their parent or grandparent starting as infants and all the way up to their early 20s. Mike and Ron were able to point out several guests from last night's party. The kids were calling it the Doyle Family Museum. When they were done looking I rode with them to La Casa.
I showed Grandma to her room first and put her bag in there. She immediately began undressing. I pointed out the other features, the table that turns into a King size bed, the recliners, the queen size hide-a-bed, and lastly my room with the king size bed. I pointed out how we sleep 5 smaller children crossways by rearranging the sheet. I showed them were 4 sleeping bags were if people ended up sleeping on the floor.
Logan asked, "Where am I staying?"
"You're staying with Mom and Momma in the other trailer."
"Oh no he isn't, he's staying with us." Ollie objected. Andy, and Jessica joined the offence and were adamant that he was staying with them. Fine! Who am I to argue with a group of 10 year olds?
I offered a few suggestions like the big bedroom had lots of floor space. And sleeping in the living room allows watching TV in bed and showed them the DVD collection. I showed them the bathroom with a shower that only had a 5-gallon hot water tank. By now all the kids had dropped their clothes in piles and the adults were starting to do the same thing.
I went outside and opened the shed getting the bicycles out then got what folding chairs we had in the external storage. I wanted to be out of the way while they decided where to sleep.
Grandma came out and sat next to me, "You really do have a nice view from here, nothing between you and the meadow. How do you like the cottage?"
"It's really cute. Kinda small though, and I loved the pictures. Mom should do that here. Where did Mike and Ron's friends sleep?"
"All over the floor, out on the patio, tents sometimes. They always found a place, we just kept plenty of sleeping bags around."
"Are they going to need any of them inside? I can go get some."
"No, I think they have it figured out. All the kids are all going to be in the big bedroom, Logan showed them how 5 would fit on the bed, so only 3 are on the floor. Ron and Nancy got the hide-a-bed; Taylor and Jillian, and Kim and Steve, the drop-down table king bed; and Mike's taking one of the recliners. Thanks for giving me my own room that was quick thinking."
"Not really, Mom and I planned it out, we wanted you to be with your family and still be comfortable.
Mike and Ron came out. "They're starting to argue over what movie to watch and one of them wants to do the Harry potter marathon. Want to start the tour?"
"Sure we can go now. Have they looked over the activities list? The only thing we are signed up for is the horse ride tomorrow evening, and one of our stops can be to do signups."
"Yeah a couple read it over, you can help us sign up."
"Fine, let's go then. Ron yelled back through the door that the tour was leaving and the kids spilled out the door."
Down the road a bit, Logan was talking with Tony and Mason and pointing off into the cluster of trees. Mike asked, "What's over there?"
"Oh, that's just a secluded place where boys staying in this section of the camp go to masturbate before heading into the rec center. But don't worry, I'll point out all the restrooms too.
We continued down the road and I was able to point out one of the trailheads of the nature trail. As we approached the office I told them I needed to see my associates to see how the rollout was going, I directed them on to the rec center where Logan could show them around.
I went in the office and John and Benjie were bored silly. A few families had checked in and Wayland had handled everything even training the toddlers how to use the scanner at the ice cream cart. They reported nothing new and no problems.
I caught up with the Doyle clan in the rec center. When I entered, Ron exclaimed, "This place hasn't changed in 50 years! It's just as shitty today as it was when we were kids. We looked at the contests planned for this weekend and no one was interested in entering. But we did do our activity sign-ups. I suggested the Frisbee Golf for this evening, then tomorrow doing archery, knife throwing, and axe throwing back to back since they're all located in the same place. Miniature Golf and the nude bike ride. We ended up signing the younger kids up for the nude ride, and Tony, Mason, Me, Hailey, and Benjie for the BMX ride at the same time. We saved some time for swimming.
Continuing on, we passed the General Store which wasn't open yet and I showed them the benches the Scouts had installed around the sand playground area, then went by the craft lodge, which also wasn't open yet.
Cars were starting to arrive and Alex got here at 4 to open the pool. The clan went to the pool and I introduced Alex as the guy who saved my life after I pulled Amanda out of the pool and got the Boy Scout Life Saving Award. I simply introduced the group as Grandpa's kids and grandkids. Alex had heard about Grandpa's passing only moments before as he checked in and offered his condolences as well. I left them there explaining I was on a working weekend rolling out the payment system they received as they checked in, so I needed to check with my partners to see how it's going.
Amanda had just arrived and was walking our way from the house and when she saw me walking towards the office, she met me there." I kissed her on the nose, "You missed a great Pool Party yesterday."
"Yeah, someone didn't invite me."
"Hey, it wasn't my place to invite you. I was just letting you know it was a great party."
"How's the roll-out going?"
"I was just going to check, they were bored earlier, nothing was going wrong." We went in the back door and into Wayland's office.
They were still there, now playing football with the piece of paper folded into a triangle that you push back and forth across the table top till it hangs over the edge.
"How's it going?"
"How's it look? It's perfect! No errors the logs are showing activity picking up, Benjie trained the wrangler and the archery instructor. Wayland's been updating all the other staff about the changes to the software. The members seem to like it. How do you like your choker?"
"So far it's ok. I don't usually wear jewelry, so I'm still getting accustomed to it. I feel it every time it bounces.
"Benjie, there's no good reason for both of us to stay here, why don't go have some fun with Noah and Amanda," John said.
"You sure you don't need me?"
"Does it look like I have anything to do? Go!"
"Well text us if you need anything. I'll stay logged in."
"I'll see you at dinner, unless I decide to have another cinnamon roll. Those are delicious."
"I'll tell Momma you said that, those are from her recipe. In fact all the pastries are her recipes. She trained the cooks."
Benjie and I stopped by the General Store and the craft lodge on our way to the pool checking to see if they had any questions or issues. We went on to the pool where we hooked up with the 14 and under portion of the Doyle clan, Ron and Mike had already gone back to La Casa. By 6:00 everyone was pretty waterlogged and we headed back. From the van now parked at Momma's trailer, I surmised my moms had also arrived. Mike, Ron and Grandma were having a conversation at the patio table which stopped as we walked up.
"Hi guys, how was it?"
"Water's fine, but it's the same as our ranch, no boys." Avery complained, "The lifeguard's pretty ripped though."
Trying to defend The Camp, I suggested, "There's plenty of boys, they're just mostly under the age of 11."
"Well that would be ok if you liked little boys. Oh my God, I didn't mean for it to sound that way!" Hailey said, totally embarrassed.
We went in and a movie was started by the youngest group, the older group went to the bedroom and closed the door. All the moms, 5 of them now, were getting out the selections for dinner. I went to the bathroom, and when I was done went to enter the bedroom through the accordion door, but would have interrupted the cousin orgy. Well not only cousins, Mason was fucking Avery doggy style, I'm not sure which hole. Tony and Benjie had Hailey in a sandwich. Tony on his back Hailey fucking him and Benjie was buried in Hailey's ass. To be polite, I went the other way into the living room.
"Shall I text John to come for dinner?" I asked for whoever wanted to answer.
"We'll be ready to eat in a few minutes," came the reply. I texted John that dinner would be ready by the time he got here, but might be gone if he didn't hurry. Like that could happen with all the food we brought.
We're having Mexican tonight beans, rice, and taco meat were on the stove, chimichangas, taquitos, enchiladas and empanadas were in the oven. Tortillas were in an electric skillet. Canned sodas, lemonade, and ice tea were on the end of the counter. Mike and Ron were called in and they made their and Grandma Pat's plates and went back outside. The rest of the adults went next except for Momma who was running the show. John arrived just in time to go through the line with me right behind the other adults. Momma told me to call the wannabe teens from the living room next then the teens from the bedroom.
I warned the teens with time to spare, fortunately, they were all in recovery mode having cum in the last couple minutes. I suggested splashing some water on their faces then joining us for dinner. The young group was already in line and the older group was last.
You had to sit wherever you could find a place. With 23 people we simply didn't have enough space. We could get 14 sitting at tables, the rest had to use the floor and sit around the coffee table, or hold their plates. The teen group (including the 12 year old almost teenagers) ate around their bed.
John, Benjie, Amanda and I ate together to talk JBN Enterprises business. The business meeting portion of dinner was very short, there had been no issues, no errors, and no problems.
After dinner I had planned to take them to the Frisbee Golf course, but I forgot how early it gets dark in late October, and the air turned chilly after the sun set. We stayed in and started a movie everyone could enjoy. Amanda and I claimed the recliner farthest from the TV. Twins Andy and Jessica nestled in to the recliner just in front of us. We not only got to watch the movie, but we got to watch Andy and Jessica masturbate each other for the full hour and a half. I swear they both cummed 5 or 6 times. Andy was much more physically active when he cummed, pushing his little 3" dick up in the air, then collapsing back down when the orgasm passed. Ok, so Amanda and I may have been somewhat inspired by their antics, fortunately, a box of Kleenex was handy for my ejaculations. I noticed Mike watching them a couple times, he was smiling. Momma had packed a couple of cakes that had been dropped at Grandma's and picked up some ice cream.
Some of the adults were going down to the Bingo Hall. JBN Enterprises had to go too, to ensure a successful roll-out of that portion of the code. As we sat there with nothing to do but play bingo, Benjie asked, "Is it alright if I call Father and let him know how the roll-out is progressing?"
"Sure, why don't we all go?" John suggested. "Finally, something to do." We eased out of the room. Benjie called his dad's private cell number and he answered immediately.
"Hello Father, I have John and Noah here on the office speaker phone. I called to let you know everything is fine."
"How fine is fine?"
"This is John Mr. Tamura, it is better than fine, it's perfect. There have been no issues, no errors, and no problems. It is in full use throughout the camp and is working as planned."
"Excellent! I had my marketing team work up an ad that will run in a trade paper Monday morning announcing the successful roll-out of a new product launching a new direction for Tamura International, retail point-of-sale products for a cashless environment.
John! Have you been getting any contacts yet inquiring about the company?
"Yes sir I have sir, I was wondering about that. They just started early Friday morning before I left to come up here."
"Good, your company incorporation paperwork, your applications for patents and trademarks were filed Thursday night. For now, do not respond to any of them, except to thank them for their inquiry and due to the influx of requests, you will be able to get back to them for a few days. Monday you should receive a lot more interest when our advertisement runs. You may respond in the same manner. Tamura International will get the serious requests. Do not be disenchanted with the low-ball offers you receive. Those are bottom feeders hoping to pick up a bargain, totally ignore those. We should plan on another meeting with everyone again on November 6th, say 6 PM this time, casual attire, and bring an appetite?
"That sounds fine, I'll inform Logan's mom. Thank you."
"Well, it sounds like Monday is going to be exciting. At least email wise."
From there we went to the Cottage to go to bed. Amanda and I took one room. "I guess that leave the other room for us, Benjie."
Trying to make love to Amanda that night proved difficult, well not difficult, just noisy. The springs under the bed squeaked with the slightest movement. When we realized how much noise we were making we stopped. But we weren't the only ones making noise, the bed on the other side of the living room was making just as much noise. Figuring they couldn't hear us over their own noise we finished what we started.
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John, Benjie, Amanda and I had pastries and scrambled eggs in the diner for breakfast for which we were not charged.
We checked the open accounts and everything was looking good, purchases from last night were right where they were supposed to be, even a few from the diner this morning were already showing up.
John wanted to sit with Wayland as the morning check-ins arrived so we headed back to La Casa. The conversation immediately turned to Benjie's late night activities with John.
"He is quite gentle actually in spite of his style."
"What's his style?"
"His initial entry is very similar to others I have experienced, very slowly entering me till he was inside me. His length and girth is comparable as well, but it is his motion that makes him different than my other experiences, and I found him very enjoyable. Instead of just entering once and staying in me and easing himself back and forth, his style, is on the outward direction, to completely exit the anus. The anus without the penis in it, begins to constrict. He then plunges back in in one motion, forcing the anus to open again which gave me that instantaneous pinch as his corona re-expanded me to the extreme the same as the first entry. Sometime he re-enters smoothly, sometimes his re-entry is a little off and re-centering takes place. Either way I found it sexually stimulating enough forcing me to cum as well. He does this each time until he is ready to ejaculate. I believe it is instinct that takes over at that point and demands full penetration to the completion of the ejaculation.
Momma turned a potato casserole into cheesy breakfast potatoes. She warmed a few pounds of sausage patties in the oven and made eggs to orders in three skillets on the stove. She even offered a breakfast burrito with potatoes, sausage, eggs, and salsa. With the speed everyone was getting up, keeping up with breakfast orders was very easy. There was no breakfast rush. She offered to make Benjie and I something when we arrived, but we declined since we had already eaten. We went into the bedroom to see what was holding them up. They were all busy, there wasn't one boy's penis that wasn't inserted in an orifice of one of the girls'. I noticed that Andy was progressing, he was getting his dick sucked. He and Jessica were witnessing anal and vaginal penetration. At some point today I would talk to them to see if they had any questions about what was going on around them.
I took the kids to the rec center first and allowed some of the younger ones to paint names on the Doyles. It would help identify them as guests even with their bright colored wristbands. We went down to the sports area where sharp, pointy objects are propelled through the air, archery, knives, and axes. We spent about 2 hours between the 3 ranges and then went to the pool. Logan had filled them in on the uselessness of segregating boys and girls restrooms and showers since we were all naked, what difference did it make. We swan 45 minutes, showered and went for lunch. Momma was making Asian chicken salads with raspberry dressing, unless you asked of a different dressing. She was using the orange chicken and almond chicken from the Asian restaurant, over a lettuce mixture in a large salad bowl. Dessert was flan from the Mexican caterer. We got to see John at lunch, he said he spent another boring morning with Wayland and Matilda. He said Matilda managed to keep him engaged by asking about the system, so he taught her everything. They came up with a new scenario what if for us.
"What if a member's child comes up with a different family? The Camp needs the release form, which they collect, but how does the child, without a parent, register themselves and charge to their family's account?
My simple answer was, "He can't. The code won't allow that. But we can fix that."
I grabbed Benjie and my laptop and we went to work. We came up with a solution, but needed to run it by Wayland and Matilda.
We took the two bikes and rode down to the office. We explained our answer and the solution which would allow The Camp to know who was responsible for that child for the period of time they were at camp. We rode back to La Casa and updated the section of code controlling that aspect of registration. We told John within an hour the code was fixed and ready to upload.
We sent the Doyle kids down to the volleyball court where they got hooked into a game that they played for an hour then went to the pool again to cool of their sweaty bodies. Benjie and I caught up with them there. We needed to pick up our clothes for the BMX rides and the horse rides, so we ended up back at La Casa. Everyone picked up their packs, sun block, and water and headed to the bike corral. The nude ride which the 10 and 11 year old kids were going on was free, but the BMX ride had a minimal charge, so we got to use our QR codes.
After the bikes, we walked over to the horse corral. This ride had a charge of $15 for kids and $20 for adults. Mom met us there and talked to the wrangler asking to be near the back to be able to take pictures for the ranch. He didn't know anything about letting a camera along. Mom suggested he text Wayland. I showed him how and he received permission for Mom to use her camera with the camp's blessing. "Cool. This new thing works!"
He checked us in as each rider mounted his horse. One entry field was for the horse's name and he filled it out as he charged the rider, mine was named Gila, after the lizard. The ride was about an hour and a half with a stop on a ridge that looked west into the setting sun. He allowed us to get off and after tying our horse to the railing, walk around as the sun set. Mom took pictures of each rider with their horse. We remounted and rode back to the corral. That was Benjie's first horse ride, Jessica and Andy's also.
I walked with Jessica and Andy back to La Casa and hung back from the rest of the group. We talked about all they had gotten to do on this trip now that their Mom wasn't controlling their every move (that was their words). They had never been nude before for more than a bath, and never with each other, and they were really enjoying it. I asked leading questions about the various sexual activities they had seen. Andy enjoyed the tingles he was having when someone played with his penis. They asked a couple questions that I'm sure Mike will want to know about, like why a boy would put his thing in a girl. I restated the question, "You mean why a boy would put his penis in a girl's vagina?" I gave them the simplest of answers. Jessica was enjoying it when someone played with her pussy. I told her that a pussy wasn't a real part so we took the opportunity to sit at a table and go over the vulva and the parts inside. "I didn't realize there were so many different parts!"
"So you enjoy it when someone plays with which part?" I asked.
"It's the one up here, the cliterers."
I corrected her pronunciation to Clitoris, then agreed with her, that that was most girl's favorite part. I told her to make sure Andy knew which part she liked so he could play with it for her at home.
"You'd play with my clitoris?"
"If you play with my penis!"
We got up and started walking again. You may even find some friends around home that might like to play too. "Mom doesn't let us have friends. . ." Andy said, then realized, ". . . But she's not going to be there anymore. You think dad would let us have friends over?"
"I'm sure he will. You can count on it."
As we passed the office Grandma came out and joined us for the walk back to La Casa. The kids, not wanting to walk as slowly as Grandma, went on ahead.
"Whatcha doing in the office Grandma?"
"Well don't tell anyone, I want to tell them later, I just donated the cottage to The Camp to be a museum in honor of Frank. It's going to be called The Frank Doyle Museum of The Camp. Wayland is going to make a sign and hang it on the front before we leave tomorrow so everyone can see it on the way out.
When we reached La Casa, she was obviously tired from the walk, "The other thing I get to have is my own golf cart, so one of you can drive me around all the time."
Dinner that night was all the leftovers of the Chinese food. That is one of the great things about that style of food, it is easily rewarmed and makes just a great a meal as it did the first time.
After another movie John, Amanda, Benjie and I walked to the cottage for the evening. That night I traded places with Benjie for my turn with John. Benjie is right, John's fucking motion is one I'd never experienced before and I enjoyed it immensely.
Benjie and Amanda had an enjoyable night together, Amanda especially enjoys the way he becomes erect.
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Sunday morning we all went to the miniature golf course, even Grandma. We played as one big family, but spread out over several holes.
I borrowed Wayland's cart to get Grandma back to La Casa for lunch, we steered clear of the Cottage because Wayland put up the sign early so everyone would see it as they left.
On our way out Grandma wanted everyone to see the sign on the door of the cottage so we stopped our caravan right in front.
The sign he hung was mounted in a temporary black plastic frame in the middle of the door and it read:
THE
FRANK AND PATRICA
DOYLE
MUSEUM OF THE CAMP
"That's not right" she said, "it's supposed to be the Frank Doyle Museum.
Mike turned to her, and patted her shoulder, "No Mom, he got it exactly right."
What grandma didn't tell us was that she also informed Wayland that she was donating some of Grandpa's life insurance money to The Camp to build a state-of-the-art recreation center.
A few days later, Wayland sent out a special edition newsletter announcing a generous donation of over a million dollars had been made to establish a building fund to replace the old wood buildings with modern structures. He appealed to anyone else who would like to donate could do so. Two corporate donations each matched her donation giving The Camp enough money for an even more extensive building program than originally planned. New buildings would contain the rec center, the teen lounge, the theater, the office, a new Momma's Diner and Bakery, the Bingo Hall and the General Store. The Craft Lodge and Snack Bar would be separate. The days of plywood buildings were coming to an end. The announcement of those corporate donations spurred other individuals to donate as well, another medium-large donation came in and plans for an indoor pool and an exercise room were added as a separate building.
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