Date: Sun, 12 May 2019 23:57:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Old Goat 2

The attributes of Keir come from a from a Sugar Kid model by the name of
Noahn whom I've developed a bit of a fascination for. He is also used as a
pattern for the character of Aukeen in Boy Beach. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag

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Max sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned the adorably cute young boy to
stand between his legs. Max put his hands on the boys' narrow hips then
fondled his tender young boy butt.

"You have the most delicious boy butt Keir," Max said softly, "I could rub
it and play with it all day." Keir giggled and Max reveled in the melodic
high pitched sound.

"I would let you play with it all day," Keir responded then added, "or all
night if I stayed here with you." Max felt the boys' little pissy tail
between his legs stir ever so slightly. It appeared that the beautiful boy
was more than willing to go the whole way with Max. That Keir was open to
making suggestions on his own bode well for a lovely future for the man and
boy.

Max reached up and gently pulled the boys' head down toward his own
upturned face. There was no resistance what so ever and as the space
between them narrowed, Keir closed his eyes. Max kissed him gently on the
mouth, short little kisses. The hot young 10 year old didn't respond at
first but that didn't last long and he began to move his lips, trying to
kiss back. Keir's lips were so soft and his breath so sweet that it took
Max back 60 or more years to when he was 16 and had all but fallen in love
with Anthony Xavier Garcia de Soto an 8, going on 9, year old Hispanic boy.

Anthony's family had been one of the few Cubano sugar farmer's left in
Cuba, most plantations having been purchased or otherwise taken over by
American's. His grandfather had managed to spirit their money, jewelry and
a fair amount of antiques and artwork off the island around the mid
50's. Close friends and distant cousins of Fulgencio Batista, the dictator
had given the Garcia de Soto family the nod to make the move. Anthony's
father had been born in Cuba while Anthony was born a US citizen.

Anthony's father and Max's father, Archibald Reginald Gotaris III, knew
each other and had a number of business dealings together. The Cuban boys'
father had been speaking with Gotaris senior about private schools and of
course the Goat had recommended the boy attend his alma mater, the same
school that Max attended. Francisco Macerio Garcia de Soto voiced his
concerns about a Hispanic boy, specifically a Cubano, attending an
all-white exclusive boys school. Things were very hot in Cuba at that time
and while his son wasn't nearly as brown as his father, it was still
noticeable and he would stand out like an olive sitting on a bed of new
fallen snow among the rest of the lily white gentrified students. Children
of color were an extreme rarity at the school.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that Francisco," Max's father had said,
"My twin sons are quite popular at the school and known to not brook
nonsense from other boys, or instructors for that matter. I'm quite sure
that they would be happy to take your boy under their wing. Besides, I have
provided a healthy endowment to the athletic program." When his friend
asked if a likewise endowment would be helpful the answer was simple.

"It never hurts Francisco although I assure you, likewise unnecessary."

Thus, a meeting was arranged for the boys to meet, however, Randolph had
another commitment so Max was the only one that went and the Goat was
plenty glad that he did, even though he'd balked at the notion of
babysitting. Anthony Garcia de Soto was, hands down, a beautiful boy child.

Not more than 4'11, Anthony barely came up to Max's chest. He was light
skinned for a Hispanic boy but no way would he ever pass for being
white. His pitch black hair, if worn long, would be a mass of curls but was
kept short, almost buzzed on the sides but longer on top, the beginning of
the curls creating a slight poofiness. Large, blue grey eyes dominated the
top third of his smooth face and an aquiline nose led the way from there
down to a pair of amazing lips. His teeth were crystal white and would have
been perfect except for the small but noticeable gap between his central
incisor and his left lateral incisor.

I said that Anthony's face was smooth and it was, like a new born baby's
butt, however it wasn't without markings. The boy had 3 small freckle like
moles. One was dead center on the point of his narrow nose, just above the
septum, a second one rested at his bottom lip line just below the gap in
his teeth and the 3rd rested at a point that was just about a third of the
way up from his upper lip but on his cheek, directly below the outer corner
of his left eye. The freckles weren't real dark so tended to blend with his
skin tone so didn't stand out greatly but certainly weren't invisible
either. They did nothing to detract from the boys' beauty and the second
Max saw the kid he wanted to fuck him.

"It's nice to meet you Max," the boy said. Needless to say his voice had
the high pitched tinkling sound of a preteen boy, a sound that worked
almost like an aphrodisiac to the teenaged Maximillian. The boys spent a
few minutes chatting and Max suggested that perhaps Anthony could spend a
night at his home prior to the boy actually starting school. The suggestion
was met with approval from Anthony's father and a great deal of enthusiasm
from Anthony. Thus, Friday of the following week was set. Meanwhile phone
numbers were exchanged and Anthony was given Max's main home phone number
along with the private number to the phone in Max's bedroom.


As Max and Keir kissed, the boy became more and more animated and it didn't
take long before he was moaning softly. Max finally broke away then gently
tugged Keir to him and fell back on the bed, the boy now in his arms, Keir
giggling as they tumbled back. Max got them all the way onto the bed and
hugged Keir to him, the boy melting against the old man willingly.

"Did you like kissing," Max asked the boy who nodded his head. "I want to
feel on your beautiful cock and balls sweet boy," Max said then moved away
enough to do so. Max found the boy hard as stone and gently manipulated the
3½ inch cocklet, all the while staring Keir's face. The boy's eyes close
and he moaned softly as Max worked his cock and soft marble sized balls.

"I need to suck your cock Keir," Max murmured and got a verbal okay from
the boy. The Goat slid down the bed, pushing the boy gently onto his back
and eyeballed all that made Keir boy. His cock was throbbing, moving
slightly with each beat of his little heart. The head was blood red and
begging to be worshipped which is exactly what the septuagenarian did. He
placed his mouth over the raging little boner and took it to the root,
moved his tongue all over the swollen head then backed off a little bit.

Max bobbed his white maned head in Keir's lap for a good 2 minutes, all the
while playing with the preteen's balls and loving every second of it. If
his moans and groans and thrusting of his narrow little hips were any
indication, it would appear the Keir was loving it as well. But Keir wanted
to do something too.

"Can I play with your cock too Mr. Max," the boy finally said. Max was most
definitely not opposed to that in the least but he did want to offer a
suggestion.

"How about if you turn and get above me Keir so that your beautiful cocklet
is above my face and your face will be above my cock?" Keir thought that
was a splendid idea and in moments the 10 year old was in place and Max was
staring at his terrific little butt, the puckered rosebud of his core, and
below that his tender hairless young balls. Max felt Keir take hold of his
softened hose and begin playing with it, then felt the warmth of the boys'
mouth as it closed down on the apple sized head. Max put his hands on each
of Keir's hips and gently pulled the boy to him.

There was nothing quite as beautiful as little boys assholes; they were an
amazing treat as far as The Goat was concerned, plain and simple. Small,
smooth, cute, pink and untouched. Having just come from the pool and
shower, Max wasn't the least bit worried about any residue being present
nor was he concerned about it being too ripe. He raised his head as the
puckered diamond closed in then took the first swipe of his tongue before
diving in as if it were his last meal.

"Oohhh," Keir groaned right about the time of the 3rd swipe of the Goat's
warm tongue. Max reveled in the taste and the texture of Keir's most secret
spot, loving difference between the smooth then rough surfaces. He worked
the tip of his tongue smack dab on the small orifice, that tiny tight
entrance into a boy. Keir pushed his tiny butt backwards in anticipation of
even stronger feelings, or maybe it was just to help Max out, not that it
mattered one way or the other.

The sweet young thing was experiencing things he'd never ever imagined let
alone felt. He wished that Mr. Max would get hard, get a boner. He so
wanted to try and suck on the man's huge cock. He had sucked other boys'
but not a man but he really wanted to.

Max glanced at the wall clock, noticed that time was marching on faster
than he would have liked. With a great deal of reluctance he pulled away
from the puckered morsel and asked Keir to move. Once the boy was turned
back around Max took him into his arms and kissed him, the boy responding
with as much passion as Max had.

"I want to make you cum my sweet boy," Max told Keir. "You'll have to leave
soon and I want you to go home feeling great." Keir had yet to experience
an orgasm so wasn't sure what Max was talking about and said so. "Let's
just say I'm going to give you the best feelings you've ever had." Keir
nodded his head. The boy was all for that.

Max reached into the headboard, got the lube, slathered his hand then
wrapped it around Keir's throbbing boy boner causing the boy to gasp
loudly. One the cocklet was slathered he began jacking the boy off while
gently kissing his mouth. Keir moaned softly and kissed back but with more
force than Max. The kid was farther up into a fog of hotness than he had
ever been in his young life. Being with Mr. Max was incredible, exciting,
and needless to say stimulating.

Keir didn't think that his young cock had ever been so hard. He never would
have thought that he'd be doing the things he was doing and doing them with
a very old man and loving every second of it. The feelings that were
ripping though his youngling body at that moment were the most incredible
that the boy had ever felt. Every nerve ending in his young body seemed
centered on his cock, most specifically his cock head. Max slipped his
slippery fist back and forth over the boys' cock head, the intensity of it
driving him wild. It didn't take long before he thought he was going to pee
and die, all at the same time.

"Oh gosh Mr. Max," Keir cried out, "stop please, I'm going to pee." His
body was thrashing on the bed but Max continued on. Knowing that he was the
first to make the boy cum was an exhilarating feeling, enough to make his
cock twitch a little bit. Then the boy screamed. His body shook like a dog
shitting razor blades as his preteen body was wracked with his first
orgasm. He was squealing like a little girl, which caused The Goat to
chuckle to himself, and all the while uttering oh gosh over and over again.

It always seemed to Max, that little boys had longer orgasms than sexually
mature males. It certainly was the case with Keir. It caused the little boy
to shake and quake for a solid half minute before he went limp on the bed,
his young body wrung out from the exertion, and his breath coming as
rapidly as 400 meter runner.

Max had the good sense to stop at that point, at least he stayed off Keir's
ultra-sensitive cock head. He stroked a moment longer then went about
playing with the boys' balls although they too were very sensitive. He
finally stopped altogether and simply lay there, propped up on an elbow and
looked down on Keir's beautiful smooth face. Goddamn, he thought to
himself, the kid is just plain beautiful.

Keir's breathing finally slowed and his eyes opened. He rolled into Max
immediately and began kissing the old man all over his wrinkled face all
the while muttering thank you repeatedly. "What did you do to me Mr. Max,"
Keir asked after settling back down, but staying in the Goat's arms.

"It's called an orgasm you sweet young thing or, in the parlance of most of
us, cumming. When you're older you will make sperm when that happens but
for now, you just get the good feelings." Of course, Keir wanted to know
what sperm was and when he was told he asked Max if he could make
it. "Sadly, no Keir, I'm way past that stage of my life. But, I have an
idea. How about we try to get you to spend the night here this Friday and
I'll see if a young friend of mine, another boy, can be here. He most
certainly makes sperm and I'm sure he'd be happy to show you." Keir got a
huge grin on his smooth face and clapped his hands, even though they were
still around the Goat's neck.

"That would be wonderful Mr. Max, I would like that a lot." He paused for a
moment then said, "Do you think the boy would want to play with me, and you
too of course?"

"Only a fool wouldn't want to play with you Keir," Max said and got more
giggles and hugs from the adorable child. It was getting late so Max had
them get up and get dressed and 15 minutes later met Jim as he was ushered
into one of the smaller drawing rooms. He was accompanied by Grenville,
Max's butler and houseman for the past 4 decades and older even than
Max. Grenville was the epitome of discretion and had actually lent a hand
on more than a few occasions to help Max in the seduction of countless
boys.

Arrangements were made to have Keir brought to the Goat's house around 7 on
Friday evening. Max then phoned Dwight and asked him to arrange to have
Charles at the house at 6:30 that same evening. Dwight reminded the Goat
that there would be an "event" at "the house" that very evening around 7.

The House was in fact an older 2 story home sitting on 3 city lots. Max
owned the place for 40 years or more and had funded it for 20+ years. The
funded part came from the fact that the ground floor was a shop called
Alternative Wheels but often referred to simply as Wheels. It catered to
the skater crowd but did a thriving business on roller blades, regular
skates, scooters, hoverboards, BMX bikes and unicycles of all things. It
also housed a shop that repaired all of those items. The entire area around
the house was one big playground for the toys that it sold. It had a giant
skate and BMX park with plenty of concrete for the skaters, and dirt for
the BMXer's. It also had segregated areas for trying out all the rest of
items that Wheels sold. Needless to say, it was a boy magnet and there were
always boys there, lots of boys. It was a perfect setup. Nobody would
question the coming and going of hordes of boys.

It was run by a guy named Duncan that Max had fucked from the time he was
11 years old until he graduated from high school. Duncan was a skater, and
a goddamned good one too, entering competition since he was a young teen
and winning more than his share. It was Duncan that suggested the setup,
which Max funded when Duncan told him what he had in mind. He lived on the
second floor of the house which had been remodeled into a huge 3 bedroom 2
bathroom apartment. The basement was where the fun was.

It had evolved over the 20 years since the business opened but essentially
there was 900 square feet of playground complete with a locker room style
shower area and small kitchen area with a reefer and a couple
microwaves. It was a sex pit affectionately known as the playpen and there
were always plenty of boys that were willing to play. There was no way to
calculate how many boys lost their cherries in the playpen.

The room was set up with a half dozen hidden cameras with a control room in
the house and one in Max's mansion. The boys that attended knew they might
be filmed but had no idea which "get together" was being filmed because it
wasn't a given. They were told that the videos were only for the very
wealthy person who built the room and nobody else would ever see
them. Typically, when an event in the playpen ended, each boy got 20
bucks. So, if freewheeling sex didn't sell a boy on the idea the money sure
helped to do so although there wasn't a boy that attended that wouldn't
have done it for free. As stated, there was never a lack of boys.

In his 40's by this time, Duncan had a handful of boys that were regulars
and worked in the same capacity that the Goat's recruiter's did. They knew
or found boys that were willing participants. And it wasn't always a group
either. Sometimes if was a handful of friends that wanted a safe place to
roll naked, to suck and fuck their brains out. Sometimes it was just one
guy that wanted a safe place to bring his "friend" and most often those
situations involved a teen, or young adult with a preteen or very young
teenage boy they wanted to fuck. It must be said, that the playpen was
non-discriminatory and sometimes little girls found their way down there
too although it was primarily boys.

There was also a room where Max or Duncan or even Dwight, would watch the
proceedings in private, thanks to a number of two way mirrors placed
strategically on 2 walls of the playpen. This was where Max spent time in
the early days. With technology advancing at a rapid pace, the remote
studio in his mansion or upstairs made the viewing room somewhat obsolete
although Max did venture in from time to time.

"Are you filming tonight Dwight," the Goat asked and got an affirmative
response from the teen. "Well if anything looks real promising give me a
call and I'll remote in," Max said then hung up. He'd play that one by ear.

After a light supper Max spent a few hours going over some financial
reports and other business related issues before choosing to take a long
soak in his jacuzzi and do so by candlelight. His mind drifted to Keir and
that led him back to Anthony, beautiful Anthony Xavier Garcia de Soto and
their first night together. As was stated, the Goat was 16 and Anthony half
his age.

Max had driven to Anthony's parent's house to pick the boy up and since the
day was warm and bright he chose to take the top off his new '62
Corvette. The car had been a birthday present from his grandfather who had
reasoned that a two-seater would prevent the boy from driving around with a
car load of hormone driven teenaged boys. The Vette was a bright "fuck me"
red and had white side panels and interior. Powered by a 327 cid mill and a
close ratio 4 speed, the car was pumping out 340 hp. Max hadn't put the car
to the test, nor was he likely to do so, choosing to drive it in a safe,
adult manner, mostly. Anthony thought the car was beyond cool and giggled
when the Goat popped the clutch at a stop light and laid down a small patch
of rubber before shooting off down the street.

Anthony was totally taken over by Max in that the preteen thought Max was
the coolest person he'd ever met. Anthony didn't have a lot of friends, his
parents being very protective of the boy, and for good reason since they
had become persona non grata in Cuba thanks to Fidel. Because of their age
difference, Max could be the surrogate older brother that Anthony had
longed for. And besides that, Max was really cute. Over 6 feet tall and
slender, his dark brown hair was kept quite short due to swimming and his
gold flecked hazel colored eyes were almost stunning. Plus, he seemed to
treat Anthony more like an equal than adults did. The second he laid eyes
on the teen Anthony felt an attraction to Max albeit not necessarily in a
sexual way, although it may have been an underlying issue that the boy had
been totally clueless about.

"I often take a shower before bed Anthony," Max had told to boy, "you're
welcome to take one if you'd like." Anthony replied that he did as well so
Max suggested they take one together. Well, Anthony wasn't so sure about
that. He'd never ever seen another naked boy nor had any boys seen him
thusly and he told Max that. Max dropped to a knee in front of Anthony.

"Well Anthony, showering with other boys is a part of life at a boarding
school so it's something that you'll have to do. It might be easier if you
try it now, with just the two of us but I won't insist. I just want to
help; so it's up to you." The truth of the matter was that the Goat was
dying to see what the boy looked like down there so wanted Anthony naked as
the day he was born. Anthony gave the matter a moment's thought, realized
that Max was right so agreed to the suggestion.

They undressed in Max's walk-in closet, the teenager going about undressing
without ceremony, dumping his discarded laundry into a hamper. When done he
turned to face Anthony, the adorable boy was just getting his underpants
down and when the boy stood back up he didn't have time to cover his
genitals because he saw Max's cock which gave him a shock. True, he'd never
really seen other boys naked but he somehow knew huge when he saw it and
Max's cock was like an elephant's trunk hanging between his pale thighs.

For his part Max was thrilled to see the little boys' naked body. His belly
was slightly rounded as was typical in boys Anthony's age. As he grew, it
would flatten out beautifully. Anthony was uncut and pretty average for an
8 year old boy.

"Okay Anthony," Max said, "Let's a moment and just look at each other's
body so you don't have to try to look but pretend not to. Boys are always
pretty curious about other boys and once you start showering with other
boys, you'll realize that." So there they stood, naked as jay birds both
looking the other over. Max could feel his cock begin to respond so broke
their little bonding moment by reaching out and taking Anthony's hand and
leading him into the bathroom. The little boy took it willingly and off
they went.

Max got the water doing then stepped into the large open room and invited
Anthony to join him. Once rinsed off they went about soaping down and
Anthony couldn't help but stare at Max's cock as it wagged around whenever
he moved. Anthony noted that his own penis didn't move much at all. The
little boy watched carefully as Max soaped and washing his cock and his big
heavy balls with loving care. It caused him to have a little flutter in his
belly, like Christmas morning. He felt his penis start to get stiff which
embarrassed the boy. Max had been watching the boy carefully from the
corner of his eyes and could see Anthony start to bone up.

"How about if I wash your back for you Anthony," the hunky teen
asked. Grateful for having a reason to turn around the little boy said okay
and did turn. Max soaped his hands then knelt behind the boy and ogled his
tiny pale butt, the glorious mounds a contrast to the rest of his brown
body. Clearly the boy had spent some time in a swim suit. As Max reached
out to begin at Anthony's shoulder's he felt his cock start to harden at
the thought of burying 9 inches of rock hard teenage cock between those
creamy globes.


"Max," the Goat heard his voice called softly. Max came up out of his light
doze to feel Grenville gently shaking his shoulder. "You dozed off sir,"
his houseman said. The man knew better than to suggest his employer trundle
off to bed. Max either would or would not. Grenville was very adept at
knowing when to offer suggestions to Max and when not to.

"Ahh, thank you for watching after me Stuart," he said gently to the
man. "I don't know what I'd do with out you." Grenville smiled to himself
and replied,

"It is a mystery isn't it?" Again, the man knew his boundaries in any given
situation and in this situation a little levity was permissible. The Goat
seemed to shake himself off a bit then stood, Grenville right there in the
event Max needed assistance, in which case the man would let him know. He
did not.

Upstairs, ensconced in his 17th century bed (the frame not the mattress)
Max let his thoughts drift back to Anthony. He had started at the
shoulders, getting lots of moans and groans of pleasure. He worked his way
down the boys' back and didn't hesitate to lather and rub Anthony's tender
young butt.

"Shall I go inside Anthony," Max whispered and got a head nod. Mac
proceeded to slip his fingers between the lovely cheeks then let them slide
back and forth across the boys' puckered little hole. Of course he got even
more moans of pleasure. He let his fingers move forward some and pushed the
tips gently against the underside of the boys' immature balls and got more
affirmative groans. Max lathered his hands again then said,

"Well, as long as we've gotten this far I might as well finish the job."
That said, he reached around the boy and began to rub his soapy hands up
and down the boys' chest and his belly. As he neared the boys' groin
Anthony whispered,

"I got a stiffie Max." Max let his hands go all the way down and discovered
that indeed, young Anthony did have a stiffie.

"Oh my, yes you do Anthony," he said as he gently fondled the boys' balls
with one hand and gently stroked his nail hard boner with the other one,
sliding the little boys' dusky foreskin back and forth over the
ultra-sensitive and swollen head. "Does that feel good to you Anthony." Max
asked. The little boy nodded his head and said it did. Max responded that
he was glad. Max decided not to overstay his welcome and stood up, saying
that they should get the boy rinsed off. When Anthony turned around and saw
that Max was stone hard, his lovely brown eyes popped wide open." That was
about the last thing Max remembered until Grenville woke him the next
morning.

Friday rolled around without much fanfare and at 6:30 sharp Grenville
escorted Charles into Max's 2nd floor sitting room, a part of his 4 room
bedroom suite. The boy was dressed in slacks and a button down dress shirt,
the creases in both, razor sharp, the oxfords on his feet buffed to a
shine. He wasn't exactly ramrod straight but he was pretty close to it.

"Have a seat Charles," Max said, directing the boy to an armchair next to
him and offering him a small glass of wine. Max talked sports for a moment
then said, "Tell me young man, what did you think of your experience during
your first visit? And be honest please." Charles thought for a moment.

"Well sir, surprised, shocked, scared even. I've never done anything like
that before. But I found it, Uhmm, stimulating, exciting and... wanting
more. I definitely wanted more."

"More of what exactly Charles," Max asked him.

"Of kissing and getting my cock sucked," then his voice dropped much
lower. "And getting fucked and even eating my sperm."

"And do you hope to get more tonight Charles; are you hoping to get fucked
again?" The boy nodded his head and in a whisper said,

"Yes sir. And I want to try sucking a cock, your cock sir. "Dwight said
that it's really big, the biggest he's ever seen." Max knew that because
Dwight had done so with Max's permission.

"And what do you think about fucking another boy?" Charles responded that
was an option, that he wouldn't mind trying it. "Well Charles, there is
going to be another boy here tonight." The expression on Charles' smooth
face indicated disappointment. He was so hoping to be alone with Max, to do
all of the things he'd done a few days before plus he was hoping that Max
would fuck him.

"I can see the disappointment in your eyes Charles so let me assure you
that it will be fine. The other boy is a preteen and quite an adorable boy
to boot. He has never seen sperm and he's never been fucked and would like
to experience both of those things which, you have probably already figured
out, aren't things that are a part of my life anymore, at least the sperm
part isn't. What do you think about that?" Charles considered it for a
moment.

"But what about you sir, aren't you going to fuck him?"

"At my age sweet boy hard on's are few and far between. I would love to
fuck him, just as I would love to fuck you." That caused the boy to
grin. "And perhaps I'll be able to harden up enough to do just that. I
certainly hope so. To that end, watching you fuck him might just help me
catch a boner."

"Well if you did I would stop everything just so you could fuck me,"
Charles said with complete sincerity and Max didn't doubt him in the
least. It appeared that Charles was one of those boys who awakened a little
later than many boys and said awakening was so powerful that it formed an
almost instant and very strong attachment to the person that participated
in the awakening, in this case Max. It was a situation that the Goat was
completely familiar with.

"Come Charles," Max beckoned and when the boy approached Max had him sit
crosswise on his lap in the large overstuffed chair, much like a small
child. Once seated and partially facing him, Max said, "You are a very
delightful boy Charles and I am very much looking forward to spending time
with you and helping you to expand your horizons and meet your goals."

Max put his other hand up alongside the boys' head and gently exerted
pressure and Charles did not resist. He moved his head brought himself
close to Mac and closed his eyes at the last moment before their lips
met. Max kissed the boy with fervor and Charles responded in kind, opening
his mouth for a full tongue battling kiss. It didn't take long for the soft
moans to issue forth from the boy.

When Max finally broke the kiss he went for the soft side of Charles' neck
to gently kiss and nuzzle and get even more moans along with heavy
breathing. Charles tried to move away but forced himself to stay and let
out a long groan.

 "I can't believe what you do to me sir," Charles groaned which only
spurred the Goat onward. He let his hand move to the front of Charles'
slacks and felt the boys' full blown arousal which got more moans and
groans. He found the zipper and tugged it down then shoved his hand inside
and grasped onto the boys raging boner through his cotton underwear then
squeezed up and down the length of it.

"I love your cock Charles," he breathed into the teen's ear. "I love how
your hard cock feels in my hand. You are so hard, so ready to go."

"You're going to make me cum sir," Charles panted. The Goat withdrew his
hand immediately. He was looking down into the boys' eyes, which were all
but closed in lust. He lowered his head and kissed him again, holding the
kiss but not making a production out of it.

"Our other guest should be arriving soon so up you go," Max said gently
pushing the boy up off his lap. Charles stood and hand went straight for
his crotch as much to arrange himself as to exert pressure on his raging
young boner. A moment later the Goats' room phone rang, Grenville
announcing the arrival of Max's second guest. Max instructed his manservant
to arrange for Keir to be picked up after lunch the next day then bring the
boy up. Six minutes later there was a knock at the door and Grenville
brought Keir into the room, the adorable boy carrying his little overnight
bag.

Charles' mouth didn't quite drop open but pretty darn near. Keir was
wearing a pink button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid
forearm. On the other end he wore a pair of olive drab shorts that hit just
above his knobby knees. On his feet were white canvas deck shoes without
socks. His hair was a bit tousled and Max's first impression was that the
kid should be on the runway.

"Keir, so glad you could join us. This is Charles, the boy I told you
about." The two boys closed the gap and shook hands, Keir seemingly a
little shy, Charles acting with plenty of confidence. Max waved them to a
pair of arm chairs then sat down.

"As I said to both of you, I would very much love to fuck you but at my age
just because I want it, doesn't mean that I get it. I do think that
watching you two together, and participating with you of course, might well
help me to be able to achieve that goal which I know, both of you would
like."

Both boys nodded their heads but Kier spoke first. "I understand Mr. Max
but I am sure that Charles could fuck me too, that is if he wants to. But
still, I want to suck on your cock again Mr. Max. I really liked doing it
and I like you sucking mine too. And I really want to have my good feelings
again."

The boy was so goddamned cute and so equally innocent that it made the
Goat's heart flutter some more. He wasn't fixated on getting the boys'
virginity as much as he was being the first to lead the boy into new
territory. He would dearly love to fuck the kid, to plow his tender young
pussy with every inch of his copious cock. God willing he'd be able to fuck
both boys before they left the following morning. God willing.

"You and I talked earlier about your wishes Charles," the Goat said,
focusing his attention on the handsome teen. "You heard Keir's wishes so I
wonder if you would be willing be able to help him get those wishes met."

Charles had learned that, with the Goat, complete honesty was the best
course of action. One could voice thoughts and desires that were usually
kept to one's self. He thought that Keir was the most adorable boy he'd
ever seen, cuter even than his own 9-year old brother who was also a little
cutie pie. The teen nodded his head.

"Yes sir," he said. "Keir is a very cute boy and I would very much love to
play with him. I would love to show him my sperm and I would love to do all
the things that he wishes for. If he wants to be fucked then I would be
happy to be his first lover.

"Well stated Charles; well stated indeed." Turning to Keir he said, "Does
that sound acceptable to you sweet boy?" Keir nodded his pretty little
head.

"Yes Mr. Max, it is. I would be very happy for Charles to do those things
with me. Of course I would like for you to do them with me too," he added,
a little shy about saying it.

"Well then boys, I'm going to change clothes and wash up a little. Why
don't you get to know each other a little bit and I will be right back."
Max started toward his walk-in closet but stopped. "Boys, from now on, when
we're in this house, you may call me Max." They nodded their heads and off
Max went.

In his very large closet, he stripped his clothes off then opened a drawer
in his wall of built-in drawers and pulled out a pre-loaded syringe. It was
a special concoction provided by his physician for his libido. It worked
better than any of the over the counter ED medications and lasted much
longer. Max was very hopeful that it would get him hard and keep him hard
enough to fuck both boys.

Max went through the usual cleansing of his butt cheek with alcohol then
used one hand to pinch his rather flabby flesh then poked the needle in and
pressed the plunger. Done, he cleaned up and donned a silk dressing robe,
tying it off at the waist. He'd showered not 2 hours before so knew that he
carried no body odor other than a light hint of his expensive cologne, and
his body parts were thoroughly cleaned. He then headed back to his room to
begin a night of debauchery.


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