Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2021 22:32:15 +0000 (UTC) From: tague michaels Subject: Brazen Brothers 15 This chapter will contain characters from a number of my ongoing stories, DANE, WALMART WAIF, and MAINLAND SOJOURN primarily. Reading at least the latter chapters of both stories would be very beneficial. The second half of this chapter will be similar to Chapters 8 & 9 of WALMART WAIF but from a different perspective. N-joi Hugs, Tag-m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Things plodded along for a bit without anything out of the ordinary happening in our lives. We all missed Pedro but by Valentine's Day his name was rarely brought up. Teddy had called around the middle of January to give me an update which was that Pedro had acclimated very well, was in a private school in Bellevue and was making friends. The private school had been chosen because of the diversity of students, that being, wealthy students from all over the world. The choice allowed Pedro to fit in and not stand out like he would in a public school. Teddy had been reminded that the school existed through a teenage boy client of theirs that attended school there. The twins adored Pedro and while he had his own room, Pedro generally slept with the boys. Unless of course he was in Teddy and Miriam's bed. While Teddy didn't divulge any details he did mention that the boy was very enthusiastic in the bedroom and had added quite a spark in all their lives. I was happy for all of them. The business continued to grow and Renato began working in time for New Year's Eve. His demeanor created an air of elegance to the restaurant and was a hit right off the bat. Andréa and I continued to plan, continued to make improvements, not a few of them suggested by Renato. The biggest issues were expanding the restaurant seating and continue to improve the menu. The construction of the free standing huts in the jungle and closer to the water was also a plan that I spent time on when I had time. I met with Carlitos' family in mid-January and they spend a night with us. Andréa was quite taken with the whole family, discovered that she and Flori may have had some mutual family somewhere a few generations back. Andréa discovered that the woman definitely knew her way around a kitchen and was a wiz at baking, one of the few things that Andréa didn't excel at. I only had a bedroom in the house available but Javier suggested that Carlitos stay with us so he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. Since the boys hit it off right away his parents had no problem with it. Of course the boys spent a night of debauchery, Javier and Carlitos that is. I was tired, Angelo wasn't in the mood. I immediately checked his temperature. He and I snuggled and huggled while the two teens went after each other like rabid dogs with a single bone to share. As I was drifting off Javier was getting ready to pound Carlitos' ass, our guest having already fucked Javier into a powerful cum. Clearly Carlitos had made some decisions about his sexuality. If he was disappointed that I didn't fuck him, he gave no indication. Of course the boys and I continued to have sex almost every night. That goddamned Angelo was a firecracker and possibly the horniest boy I'd ever met. He would have me fuck him all night long if given the opportunity. While the brothers engaged with each other, it was minimal, and typically part of a 3 way. Javier fucked his little brother but again, it was minimal. I continued with the policy of not engaging with our guests but like many policies everywhere there was some wiggle room. While we didn't get a great many children as guests we did get them. And we did have the occasional boy guest who made obvious advances to my boys and even to me. There were a lot of factors taken into account before we engaged with a guest. Once such boy was a 13 year old from Boston named Finn. His mother brought him to Costa Rica for Valentine's day week, at his request. It seemed a friend of a friend had stayed with us and extolled the virtues of our humble abode so he had checked us out on line, admired our boy servers and photos of boy guests and insisted this was where he wanted to go. His mother, ever willing to make her son happy, acquiesced. Finn was tall for his age, easily 5'7 and very slender. He was a light skinned boy mostly due to his Irish heritage but also location. Boston wasn't exactly a font of sunshine from October to May. He sported a thick mass of shoulder length slightly wavy black hair parted on the left side so it helped open up his face, otherwise his face would have resembled Cousin It. His face was an oval shape, his complexion completely smooth, not a flaw, birthmark or freckle marring the pale canvas. His eyebrows matched his hair for color and thickness as did his long lashes. His eyes were an amazing blueish green, his lips were perfectly kissable and his ass, while very narrow, appeared to be well formed under the khaki cargo shorts he wore. It wasn't unusual for any boy between the ages of 10 & 16 to gravitate to my boys and that wasn't necessarily a sexual thing but simply about age. But boys being boys, at the very least swimming nude was fairly common and once boys get naked together, well, we know what the outcome will typically be. As it turned out Finn's mother was prone to migraines so the boy was left to his own devices a fair amount of the time. Javier and Angelo both ended up hanging out with him when they were otherwise unoccupied. On his 3rd day with us Javier took him swimming. Later that night according to Javier, Finn had mused about swimming naked so they went farther up the beach to our more private area where they quickly stripped naked. "He's got a nice cock Greg," my boy told me. "It's about my size," which was a little over 6 inches, "and he has his foreskin. His pubic hair is black like mine too." The short version was they checked each other out, sprung boner and forgot about swimming for the moment. The ended up jacking off together which was something Finn had never done with another boy. Turned out he had quite a decent cum shot. Afterwards they went swimming then lay naked on the sand and talked about things one of which led to a discussion about cock sucking, which Finn had also never done and Javier admitted he had. "Maybe we could do it before I leave Javier," he'd said. Javier remained non-committal but said maybe. He eventually told Javier he thought I was hot and asked if he'd ever swan naked with me and my boy admitted he had. Of course Finn wanted some details but Javier only provided the barest description. "Gosh I wonder if he'd swim naked with me." Javier said he thought the boy might be gay and asked if I'd consider swimming nude with him to which I remained non-committal. The thing was, I tried to swim every day so it was inevitable that we'd do so naked. And we did. Finn was a delicious boy and everything that Javier had described. His torso wasn't buffed up or overly muscular but being slender all of the creases and crevices were clearly pronounced and the V that culminated at the juncture of his legs highlighted at nice young cock and perfectly sized hanging balls. His cock was an easy 5½ soft but was already on the rise. He also had a surprisingly large patch of hair for a boy his age. "Gosh Mr. Greg your cock is huge," he exclaimed. "And yours is quite nice Finn," I responded. That said I turned and went into the water before he could suggest any games. The boys followed and were soon frolicking about. After 15 minutes I waded out and flopped down on my towel to sun a bit while the two teens stayed in the water a bit longer. They finally came out and dropped their towels on each side of me and I simply lay there, eyes closed. I pretty much knew that would be their game plan. The boys and I had worked out a simple approach to dealing with a guest that wanted to play with us. I should clarify that mean boys, no adults, at least so far. Adults weren't out of the question but it would have to be a special situation, such as with our current special guest. I would gladly interact with David Cody and or Jody. In any case, with a boy, it was important that the boy or boys initiated contact. How it worked was this. If I chose to accompany the boys on a nude swimming adventure it meant I was open for business. If we went to the more public beach then I was off limits. A lot went into my decision to play with any guest and believe me, there were plenty who wanted to play that I avoided. My boys never argued with my choice. It took about 5 minutes for it to start. I knew they were on their sides and quietly signaling back and forth to each other. Javier went first and took hold of my softened cock and gently squeezed and played with it. He set it down then Finn took over. Even if I hadn't been aware of which boy was on what side, Finn's hesitation and gentle handling of me was a give-away. Still, the boy's fondling got my dick to begin its rise to glory. He stroked my cock and felt my balls before letting me down gently, my cock now half way hard and continuing in that direction. I hear Javier mumble softly, "Cover your teeth, like this." He then took hold of my cock and a moment later I felt the warmth of his mouth enveloping the head and 2 inches of shaft then bob his head, taking in more. Javier bobbed 3 or 4 times then gently set my cock back down. I felt movement then my cock was taken hold of again followed by the warmth of a mouth. I didn't have to see to know that it was Finn. The hesitancy and unsureness of the movement told me it was him. Still, the boy bobbed his head 3 or 4 times and because it was a new kid it seemed to drive my cock to full on firmness. I opened my eyes to Javier's big smile then reached out and gently touched Finn's shoulder and rubbed a little bit. He was actually startled and dropped my cock like a hot potato and gave me a guilty look. "It's okay sweetie, keep going if you want to, it felt good." That got me a smile and he picked my dick up again and went back to sucking me. Javier moved and leaned down to kiss on me which didn't go unnoticed by Finn. He finally backed off. "Want to try kissing," I asked him and got a head nod. I had him lay prone with me and brought him into my arms and gave him some soft pecks on the mouth to break him in. At our other end, Javier alternated between cocks, giving one a couple sucks then moving to the other and so forth. "Gonna go for long this time," I told the boy and in moments we both had our mouths open, tongues battling and moaning. When we broke it, Finn had to gulp in air. "How are you going Finn," I asked him. "Great Mr. Greg, this is great. I have been wanting to try stuff for a long time so this is great." "You can call me Greg," I said gently then added, "Ready to try something new?" I got a vigorous head nod. I had the boy straddle my chest then lead forward and got his dick in my mouth and proceeded to suck him off. Finn moan loudly as I suckled and fondled his balls. I got him to gently fuck my face then moved my hands back to cup his totally small butt cheeks. "I'm gonna cum," he finally blurted out and before either of us could move his cock thickened against my lips and he groaned loudly as he unloaded his balls into my mouth. There were a couple of good squirts before he went to oozing then very shortly said it tickled and pulled away from me and lay there panting. "Will you fuck me Greg," Javier asked. In truth, I hadn't fucked my boy for some 4 days. Life went like that sometimes. Night after night of fucking and sucking then nothing for a day or two, or at least some less intense interaction. The statement certainly got Finn's attention. Javier got up and went to a large tree at the edge of sand and rooted around then came back with a bottle of lube. Finn watched closely as Javier smeared his asshole and I did my dick while he flopped down onto his towel and pulled his legs back for me. We'd been doing this long enough that Javier didn't need a lot of prep work unless we wanted it for just for play time and as a heat riser. I got between his legs with Finn kneeling beside us to watch while he gently fondled himself. I moved in close, touched Javier's central American pussy and shoved. It took a little prodding but the muscle gave way and let me in causing the boy to yelp. Obviously I stopped moving then explained to Finn about usually doing prep work which entailed licking Javier's asshole or finger fucking him or both. "Licking a butthole," he said, his face screwed up to reflect his disgust. "Don't knock it till you try it," Javier said with a grin, "trust me on that. Go ahead Greg, put it all the way in." So, all the way in I went, not rushing it, until I bottomed out. Finn wanted to know how it felt and of course Javier said it was great. I slipped my arms under the boys' thighs and leaned forward and proceeded to fuck him while Finn watched intently. I managed a steady medium pace, not in any hurry, the goal to bring the hot boy's heat level up. Of course it worked. I leaned farther forward which raised Javier's ass higher. Finn figured out that the view from behind would be better than where he was so he moved. "Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, "you can see everything from here." I loved hearing a boys' words when he saw that view for the first time. And why not. Hell, it was still exciting to me too even after all these years. Knowing all that seemed to spur me on to fuck Javier harder and faster. In short, it made me hotter. I began pounding his ass, slamming my cock into him with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together became louder than the waves hitting the beach although, they weren't that big. "Gosh you'd think that would hurt your balls," Finn said absently. Again, it wasn't the first time I'd heard that said. "Oh fuck Greg I can cum pretty soon," Javier panted. "Are you going to jack off while you get fucked," Finn asked. "No need," Javier said, "now don't talk Finn, okay. It distracts me." Javier said it kindly and to his credit Finn didn't seem to take offense at it. The boy moved back up alongside us and was stroking his cock with seriousness. "If you can, cum on my face Finn," Javier requested. I retreaded slightly in order to give the teen some room to get in closer. I wasn't all that sure that his cum shot would have enough power behind it to actually get to my brown skinned boys' face. I needn't have worried. "I'm close Greg, really close," Javier panted. About that time Finn said he was cumming and the word barely ended before he shot a wad onto Javier's cheek just below his right eye. It may have knocked my Latino boy over the edge because he groaned immediately. I felt his asshole grab my cock and he cried out. As always, his cumming got me there too. "I'm shoot baby boy," I groaned out. I fucked him harder, slamming my cock into him as we both shaked and quaked with our cummings. Javier turned his head and told Finn to put his cock in Javier's mouth which he did but that didn't last too long because Finn's cock was way too sensitive. I had to do an overnight to San Jose so took Finn with me since he'd been stuck at the house for 3 days running. The boys didn't go because they had school and had to work that night. In the hotel the boy asked if we could do some sex stuff and that led to me fucking him. He'd wanted to try it after watching me do Javier but we hadn't had an opportunity. So it was that we spent plenty of time engaging in foreplay which included kissing. Finn was very interested in all things having to do with gay sex and that included me rimming him. He was so excited about it that he even offered to rim me after we'd showered, which in itself was another exciting thing for the teen. When it came time I prepped him as good as I could and used my usual technique which was to kneel right at his asshole with two fingers working in and out of him. When he was ready the fingers came out and the dick went right it, no pause no wait no nothing. I managed to fuck him for a solid 10 minutes, the boy whimpering and almost sobbing from the intense feeling ripping through his young teenage bod. When he came, I was right on his tails and pumped a big load of sperm into him while he was practically crying out like a little girl. Afterwards he wouldn't stop kissing me, thanking me, and telling me how incredible it had been. After a shower, more making out, I had Finn plow my ass and I have to say he did a credible job. He did end up spending one night with us after Javier asked Andréa for permission. She too felt bad for the boy. We had a rousing time, Angelo got fucked by Finn, and Finn was fucked by Javier. We'd had a few more beach encounters before he left and before he climbed in the car to head out thanked us for the best vacation ever. He did end of emailing me with more thanks and kudos and when he finally got a boyfriend sent me pictures. He and his mother came back for a visit a few years later and we were all surprised at what a strapping boy he turned out to be. Seven and a half inches of fat cock was a pretty big change as well. Right around the end of February things started accelerating. First off I got an email request from the Seattle area wanting to book 10 days during Easter. Interestingly enough the referral had come via Pedro and some boys he'd become quite friendly with from his school. They were interested in one of the cottages but also wanted to reserve a bedroom which they might or might not use but would pay for regardless. The main grouping was a man and his partner, the partner's 15 year old son and his friend. The bedroom was for a business associate and his son who were trying to fit the trip into a busy schedule. As yet it hadn't been decided hence the reservation. The man, David, said they wanted to check out the possibility of purchasing a home or land to build a home and/or business opportunities and if I had some thoughts on that, they would like to discuss it during their visit. He gave me some references regarding his financial stability which I checked out. Of course the fact that one of their boys was in one of the most expensive private schools on the west coast spoke volumes. Based on what else I found out, they had some very serious money behind them. Around mid-March I got a phone call from a man named Marco Torres. The short story was that as a boy Marco and his family had been workers at the coffee plantation while at the tail end of its heyday and was rapidly nearing its end. His family moved on when he was 15 and Marco ended up spending his entire life working in the coffee business. He was at the end of his working career and was interested in working at the estate. "I understand Señor," he'd said on the phone, "that you are working to bring the estate back to prominence and I know the plantation has lain fallow for some years. I am wondering if you have any plans to resurrect it in which case I would be very interested in being a part of that project." "Well Señor Torres," I answered, "yes, we are in the process of trying to restore the entire estate to its former glory and the coffee orchard is part of that. The overall project is very time consuming process so to find the time to even get a handle on "if" the coffee business can be done and "if so" what would that entail is more than we can manage at this time." "I understand," he responded. "How would you feel about my coming by and taking a look. I can do so at no cost to you and can most like answer any questions you might have." I said that sounded fine and we set a date for 2 weeks in the future. Marco showed up on the appointed day, pulling into the driveway in an old mid-60's dodge power wagon that appeared to be run down but the sound of the motor told me it was well taken care of. Both doors opened and from the driver's side stepped an older man. Slender to the point of being skinny he was clad in dusty faded Levi's and well-worn cowboy boots, his red checkered shirt, while not new by any means, looked to be the newest article in his ensemble. He sported a weathered straw had on his head from under which poked some white strands. His face, while still quite handsome, was ruddy, probably from years in the tropical sun, and I could see mustache and beard that was limited to surrounding his mouth and covering his chin. The facial plumage was cut quite short in keeping with that "24 hour" unshaven look. From the passenger side stepped a gorgeous young boy. He looked to be Angelo's age and stature and we would learn that he was 12 year old going on 13. A typical Latino, his skin tone was brown and his hair was pitch black and worn short and styled, brushing from right to left with no discernable part. You could see that if he grew it out it was likely be a mass of curl but as it was it have body to the hair from the temple on up. As they approached it was obvious that his large Hazel colored eyes were his dominant feature although he had a killer smile, one that projected innocence and honesty and a zest for life, short though his was. His Levi's were newer than the mans as was his shirt, a long-sleeved baseball style jersey, blue with a white panel on the front and shoulders. The front had 3 or 4 yellow cartoon birds that seemed to be watching one of their kind dabbing paint on a canvas situated on an easel. It looked like a sort of beach scene, ocean in the background, with one bird sitting on a blanket with a picnic basket, another tugging a worm out of the ground that was the size of a snake, while another could be seen peeking out from behind a bush. The boys' face was smooth with a couple of individual freckles dotted on the left side of his face. His teeth were crystal white and while not perfect, were almost so. He came around the front of the Power Wagon and walked alongside the man up the brick walkway. I stood and went down the steps to greet him. My boys would be very disappointed that they didn't get to meet the boy since they were in school that day. We did the introductions and he introduced the boy as his nephew. I seriously doubted that they shared any DNA other than what Marco pumped into the boys' ass or down his throat. I had our attorney nose around for information which verified that Marco was indeed a top notch coffee man. He also liked boys, particularly boys just entering the sperming stage, 12-13 years old. We took my truck and headed up the rutted dirt road into the mountains. The orchard consisted of around 120 acres in row upon row on the mountain side and across flatter fields. During the ride Marco gave me a brief rundown on the various growing regions in the country, ours being the Valle Central or Central Valley. The beans we grew had hints of chocolate and fruit flavors and the subtle smell of honey. Out of the truck we wandered around and Marco pointed out various things of interest such as a healthy tree versus non healthy, the amount of pruning that would be required of the healthier trees. He explained the approximate amount of trees that would need to be removed, approximately 15%, then the process of replanting seedlings and nurturing them to the producing stage, about 3-5 years. As for roasting the beans it would be cheaper to send them out, at least at first, however we could do it ourselves but a decent machine that could handle 50 pound batches ran 35 grand. Considering that a healthy acre would produce about 3000 pounds of beans, well, it would be a laborious process. And if we proceeded with it the roasting process would need to be done closer to sea level as the machines we'd want ran off natural gas and getting gas up the mountain would be expensive. And if we chose to roast our beans we would need a packaging machine so chalk up another 30-40 grand. We spend the better part of 3 hours wandering the orchard and at the end Marco made his declaration. "It can be done Señor Greg. Yes it would be laborious, would take time and would require a labor force not to mention an initial outlay of a million Colons. We could realize a first harvest, a small one to be sure, this time next year if we started the work in the next few months. These beans are ready to harvest now so I would suggest we harvest enough in order for you to sample your crop. I promise you that you will not be disappointed. Your orchard could fall into the specialty coffee market and thus provide a higher return on the investment. I asked some more questions and got answers. Yes, he could put together a crew. Yes, it would be beneficial to build a dormitory to house and feed such a crew, up on the hill would be preferable but certainly more expensive. I then explained the situation regarding David's interest and the fact that he would be here in a few weeks. Marco said that would give him time to look into some other things and be able to provide better information. Meanwhile, he said he'd stay in Jaco for a few days to spend more time going over the orchard and thus provide a more accurate estimate of needs and costs. Three weeks later our Seattle guests arrived. I saw them pull through the entry and park then get out, stretch, and head for the steps. Three men and 2 teenage boys, all of them cute or handsome, the youngest of the men verging on beautiful. Two of men were blonde the othsers brown haired. I stepped out onto the porch to greet them. "One of you would be David," I said as they approached and David, the beautiful adult blonde stepped forward. "Welcome to villa la Joya del Pacifico," I said with a smile and an extended hand, "Greg Sandoval at your service." David introduced the rest of them. Cody was the other adult; Dane was Cody's charge. Their friends were Jody and his son Seneca. "I have 3 in a cottage and 2 in a bedroom in the house," I said at which point Javier came out onto the porch. The evening wear for the servers were blousy blue satin pants and an equally blousy white cotton 3 buttoned shirt left open. I swear that Dane gasped when he saw my boy and who wouldn't. Javier was hot as fuck and while the legs of his pants were blousy the waist wasn't so his cock was clearly outlined. It definitely encouraged tips. I introduced him as my right hand man Everyone took a quick moment to check everyone else out then I directed him to show the 4 to the cottage. "Follow me gentleman," Javier turned and left and every single set of eyes were glued to his ass which was glorious under his tight pants. I asked Jody and Seneca to follow me. I showed them my old room, the blue room, extolled the view and the beach for swimming. "If you are so inclined we have a more private beach farther up the coast for nude swimming and I'm sure my boys would be more than happy to take you there. As we headed downstairs I told them their meals were included and a table was reserved for them out on the patio after they brought their bags in. I checked in with them about 15 minutes later then told them I'd be available in about 40 minutes and would meet them on the veranda. Meanwhile they were welcome to wander the grounds after they finished eating. Andréa and I met the adults at the appointed time and I made introductions, including her being my business partner. Andréa said that their boys were helping out in the kitchen and added that they seemed like very nice well-mannered boys. We got right down to business which was that David and Cody were looking to buy property with the hope of having a home here regardless of whether it already or existed or needed to be built. There was also a secondary thought of getting into a business of some kind but that wasn't a priority. As far as the amount of land went, that would depend on a variety of factors but privacy was a primary concern. A discussion ensued about location and both David and Cody agreed that, while waterfront and beach access would be great, it wasn't a deal breaker. I glanced at Andréa who nodded imperceptivity. "We do have something in the way of business that may well be of interest to you," Greg said. "Let me give you some historical context about the estate first," I proceeded to do just that, including what we were doing to bring the estate back to its former glory. "We're reclaiming the orchards, I'm finishing the gardens here in the compound, we're hiring more people and actually considering expanding the restaurant and not sure how we're going to do that, physically I mean. I've started plans to build a half dozen free standing cabins closer to the ocean, a small compound on its own. We're considering bringing livestock back to the ranch, including horses. While Andréa and I have a very high interest in bringing the coffee plantation back I don't have time for it." "The 120 acre coffee orchard at one time produced some of the finest beans not only in Costa Rica but in the entire central American region. In keeping with that Andréa is prepared to make an excellent offer to the right person or group that is willing to resurrect the plantation and make it a profitable enterprise. It does have a house and a workers housing but both have fallen into such disrepair that tearing them down is likely to be the only real option. "Now, if such an endeavor doesn't interest you in the least then let's let it go. On the other hand there is other information we can provide if it does interest you." It was obvious that David and Cody were intrigued by the idea, being an avid coffee drinker. David and Cody looked at each other then David spoke. "We're interested, although neither of us know squat about coffee other than drinking it, and even that is minimal for me." "Well, that's part of the beauty of it. You don't have to know shit about it," I said with a smile. I went on to explain the Marco Torres situation including the fact that I had done some checking around and discovered that Mr. Torres had likely forgotten more about the business than most people ever knew. He was, hands down, one of the best in the business. He had already walked the acreage, saw what needed to be done and although it would be a task it could be done and he could achieve it. At that point Andréa said she needed to see to the second shift and left. "It seems that Mr. Torres could work anywhere he wanted," David observed. " "As I said he's close to the end of his life's journey so there's a sentimental attachment but there is one other thing that has caused him some problems. Some people have a problem with a particular behavioral issue, that being, Mr. Marco Torres is attracted to boys." The silence was deafening and lasted for a good 5 count. "Well then," David said leaning back in his chair, "Unless it's something highly pathological or unsafe, I'd say his predilection isn't a problem with anyone in this group." So, no reason to beat around the bush on that topic any longer. "You mentioned a very favorable deal Greg," Cody said, "will you explain that please." "Because the coffee orchards would be surrounded by estate property we will not sell that portion of land. However, we will provide a 99 year lease at the rate of 1 dollar per year to the right people. You would be allowed to erect any reasonable buildings including living quarters but no commercial residences. We would require final approval of any and all plans to make any changes to the property excluding the normal care of the land. We would also want some say in the branding of the final product as it would be tied to the estate. We would want a percentage of the net profit once the production was in the black. Said percentage would be in the single digits. There's more but that's the gist of it." David nodded his head then asked if we could tour the property the following day. "Absolutely and I'll call Marco tonight and invite him out to meet you." That out of the way we moved on. "That brings me to the next thing on the agenda. My boys will undoubtedly make attempts to engage with you and your boys although Angelo is by far the more aggressive in his approach. Your thoughts on that?" Cody said that Dane was very much the same way and Jody said the same of Seneca. We talked about ground rules and like my boys, theirs were free to make decisions about their sexual life. "I don't encourage encounters with guests," I told them, "but these are different circumstances." I told them about our dorm room on the 3rd floor and there was little doubt that Javier and Angelo would invite the other boys to spend the night with us. I did not allow my boys to stay in the cottages because Andréa was an early riser and we didn't need her to see her grandsons leaving a cottage in the wee hours of the morning. The adults were, of course, also invited. They gave permission for the boys but declined the invitation for themselves. So it was that Dane and Seneca spent the night with us and what a night it was. We stripped down to head for the showers but not until we'd all checked each other out. I should have mentioned that Dane was one hot 15 year old. 5'7 and maybe 145, Brown hair pushed to one side, stunning green eyes, smooth complexion, great body and a circumcised cock that almost matched my own in size and girth accompanied by a nice sized set of smooth balls. Seneca at 13 was a smooth faced cutie, smaller statured with shoulder length brown hair parted in the middle. His skin tone suggested possibly some native blood and given his name, well! I would learn that in fact he was a member of the Seneca nation. He was very similar to Javier in the dick department but didn't have as much pubic hair, was uncut. Of course his balls were smooth as his tender little butt. In the shower it seemed that Dane gravitated to me while Javier and Seneca teamed up and Angelo flitted from one set of cocks to the other. There was kissing but not a whole lot but there was plenty of cock sucking. For me, it was nice having a larger cock in my mouth for a change, have been big wickless since Pedro left, and Dane was definitely a mouth full. When he worked my cock it was very evident that the boy had spent hours bobbing his head on boners, his being able to take me down to the root. For his part Angelo went for whichever cock was not being used and we all took turns to suckle his boy boner as well. After 10 ten minutes and a cursory washing of body parts we exited the shower. We'd no sooner gotten dried off when Angelo said, "I'm going to go to Jody's room. We can't leave him alone, it isn't fair." I agreed and wasn't surprised that Angelo stepped up to take on that duty. Once he left, the rest of us piled on our gigantic playground and got down to brass tacks, or hard cocks and soft lips if you will.