Date: Mon, 28 May 2018 01:31:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys 29

This story took a big and unexpected turn so more story and not much sex in
this chapter, for good reason. Hopefully you'll agree as well as
understand.

Hugs,
Tag_m
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As I headed out of the dining room with Pong in tow Gideon cornered
me. "Can I sleep with you guys Lucian?" I didn't want to impinge on Pong's
time but on the other hand I rarely denied the boys when they made such a
request. Pong saved me from having to make the decision.

"Lord, I would welcome young boy to the bed." That settled that, mostly.

"That does mean actually sleeping Giddy," I told him, I was fairly
exhausted, "At least for me."

"That's what I was hopin for Lucian," Gideon responded. That said we left
the rest of the crew to their little fuck fest in the living room, or
wherever they landed. In my room we climbed into bed and Pong snuggled
right into me, almost in a proprietorial manner. Gideon didn't seem to mind
and snuggled up to the Thai boys' other side. Holding any boy in that
manner is always a glorious event for me. I loved having a boy backed into
me so we could spoon. As a young boy I loved sleeping with Edgar in that
way. I am sure that part of that for me was the safety factor as well as
the cared for and loved factor. For some reason however, Pong was special
for me, something I recognized right off the bat. I didn't spend a great
deal of time thinking about it however, or what it might be about. I simply
accepted it.

"Kisses Lucian," Gideon said as he moved out of Pongs' arms.

"Of course Gideon, always," I answered him. That earned me a giggle from my
little black bird. He leaned over Pong and kissed me hard on the mouth then
moved back, this time facing Pong, expecting a kiss from the Thai boy
too. Pong willingly kissed Gideon then turned toward me.

"A goodnight kiss lord," he asked. I engaged him in the same manner. "Good
night my lord," he said then turned away and backed into me so I wrapped my
arms around him just as he did to Gideon.

"This is kinda nice Lucian," Gideon said with a huge yawn.

"That it is sweet boy, that it is."

I woke in the middle of the night with Pong facing me, snuggled in close
and fondling my cock, which was rock hard. I could feel his boner pressed
against my lower belly and I could hear him moaning very softly to
himself. My top arm was draped across the boys' waist so I moved it down
enough to cup one of his delicious butt cheeks.  "Are you wanting something
my darling little pong," I asked softly.  "I am sorry lord but your dragon
was pushing against me. I thought it desired to be in my cave."  "Is that
what a shameless boy desires as well?" Pong could tell by the tone of my
voice I was playing with him.  "Oh yes lord, I do. I am sure that with a
dragon in my lair I would sleep very well."  "Perhaps we both would sleep
better Pong." I retrieved the tube of KY jelly from the night stand and
quickly slathered my cock and Pong's little asshole.  "Are you thinking
that you wish to achieve clouds and rains my sweet thing or just fall back
asleep?"  "Maybe just to sleep lord, if that is your wish." I explained
that it wasn't my wish, it was his."  "Then clouds and rain sire." He
whispered. When I got ready to go Pong rolled onto his side facing away
from me. I didn't question him, instead guiding the boy's body as to how I
wanted him, ass pushed back and one leg draped backwards over my waist. I
snuggled up close then worked to find his hole and began to gently prod the
slippery tight muscle. It took a little doing, it usually does, but I
finally managed, with a little help from Pong, to get the fat head of my
cock through the resistant muscle and into his welcoming young body. It
goes without saying that he grunted at the invasion. I stopped moving but
Pong wasn't having any of that.  "No please Lord, do not stop." So, I did
not stop. I pushed into Pong as far as the position would allow. He was
laying with his head in the crook of my arm and pulled the forearm to him
and held it to his body. I reached over the adorable young Thai boy and
wrapped that arm around his waist and began to fuck him.  I've never felt
that the position was a particularly good one but of course the redeeming
factor was that I was long enough to provide a quality fucking whereas most
men were not. On the plus side getting to hold a boy while I loved him,
being able to whisper sweet nothings in his ear or suck on his neck offset
the fact that it was extra work.  "Oh Lord this is so goodly for this
unworthy boy. You love a boy so well, so perfect." He kissed my forearm and
continued to hold on. I continued to fuck Pong for a minute or more before
moving my hand down to cover his genitals, to fondle and just hold
them. The boy groaned as I felt his raging hard cock and soft warm balls,
then reached down with his free hand to explore and feel where my cock was
moving in and out of him.  "So strong a love spear sire. It makes this
worthless boy wish to never leave your strong arms." I had to smile to
myself at the boys' words. Was it truly Pong speaking or his training; not
that it mattered. I continued to fuck him, Pongs' breath becoming faster as
I pushed him up the mountain of hotness.  "Perhaps we could move Lord and
put this poor excuse of a boy on his back and fuck him properly as a boy
should be fucked." Something about what he said struck an odd chord for me
but I paid it no mind. I pulled out of the boy who quickly rolled over then
pulled his legs back. I got into position and slipped back inside of him,
leaned forward with my arms under his legs and put my hand on the bed. It
opened the boy up like a steamed clam and allowed me a good solid throw of
6 inches so I began to fuck him a little harder, a little faster.  I felt
my heavy balls swing with each thrust and draw back, the eggs smacking
against his tender little butt repeatedly. Below me, the hot young thing
moaned softly, sometimes his eyes closed as if to block out other senses to
focus on what was happening to his asshole. Other times his eyes would be
open but given their slightly oval design and the fact that he was up into
a fog of hotness, they weren't exactly owl eyes.  "So good you love a boy
master, so good," he cooed to me." Pong raised his head so I lowered mine
enough that we could manage a little bit of kissing then he relaxed back
onto the bed. After another minute into it, accompanied by moans groans and
coo's Pong wanted more kissing so I obliged him.  "I'm going to change
positions against sweet boy," I whispered to him, then removed my arms from
under his legs then leaned forward onto the bed, resting on my forearms,
just like I had when I fucked him the first time. The move, of course,
brought our faces much closer, just as I was earlier.  "This is much better
Lord," Pong whispered, "to be so close to your exalted presence. Now,
please love me good." I proceeded to love him good. I began the process and
fucked him in a nice easy going tempo. Pong's arms went around my neck but
only loosely.  "You are so beautiful my sweet Pong, so beautiful a boy," I
whispered, then gently kissed him on the mouth.  "Oh master, you say so
nice things to an unworthy boy. No man could treat his boy so grandly, with
so much love." I doubted if Pong would be able to say that after seeing AJ
fuck Willie in one of their epic bouts of fucking and saying sweet nothings
to each other. I moved my arms forward enough to turn my wrists so my hands
were facing up then wrapped my finger over his shoulder to help keep the
boy in place. I began to fuck him harder.  Pong moaned and grunted even
louder then wrapped his legs around my waist. I could feel the boy hook his
ankles in order to keep them there without having to strain his inner thigh
muscles. I was far enough up Pong's body that his arms behind mine and so
could also wrap around me to hold on as I began to power fuck him. By that
time his moans weren't individual grunts defined by each thrust but an
ongoing sound that almost sounded like weeping.  I took moments to rabbit
fuck him, each thrust measured in 10ths of a second and not seconds. After
a moment of that I went back to individual thrusts that took 3 times as
long to execute. I pressed tight into him and ground my ass around a little
then went back to fucking him, entering and leaving from slight different
angles which created different pressures on his hole and thus spikes in
feeling, intense feeling.  At one point Pong latched onto one of my nipples
and began nursing, sucking on me like a babe. I have to say that was quite
intense for me. All in all that bout reminded me of that first night that
AJ had fucked Willie, an encounter that had left me and all the of boys in
awe.  "Oh Lord, my master, my savior, my king your thrusting may be the
death of this poor undeserving boy," Pong moaned, his voice deepened in
lust. A moment later he cried out in response to what seemed to me to be a
crashing orgasm that caused his body to shake in paroxysms that resembled a
seizure. His asshole took hold of my cock as if in a vice and squeezed me
with a strength that was startling.  "Oh Jesus Christ almighty Pong," I
cried and began pumping a ton of sperm into the boy, loading his bowels
with creamy white goo, enough I was sure to frost a 2 layer cake. My
cumming seemed to make Pong's orgasm even better, or maybe he had a second
one, I didn't know but he cried out some more and before I knew it he was
weeping. I continued to pound him, sure that my thrusts were going to
bruise the boy. I was sure that in the morning light his entire groin would
be purple from the beating that I gave it.  Things finally slowed down,
specifically I slowed down because Pong wasn't doing anything except
receiving. And as I slowed I did notice his body shaking accompanied by a
low almost sobbing sound. I kissed his forehead then re-adjusted my body,
moving back down so that our faces were more even and we could see into
each other's eyes.  "Oh master you must take this worthless boy with you,"
Pong said with emotion but in a very soft voice, gulping in air between
words. "I will never find another benefactor, another man to love me as you
do. Please lord I must be with you. I will follow you to the ends of the
world and back but do not leave me lord I beg you do not leave me. Make me
your boy, at least one of your boys, please lord. I will be the best boy
ever, I promise lord, on my death I swear it." Again, I didn't know if it
was an act, maybe a partial act or if he was dead on balls serious. I
reasoned that it was likely a mix of both.  I kissed him on the mouth, nice
gentle kisses, but ones with meaning none the less. "I am going to roll
over sweet boy so hold on." That said I did some maneuvering, holding the
boy tight to me, and managed to roll onto my back with Pong still impaled
on my cock and thus resting on my torso.  "You are a most delicious boy
Pong and being able to love you day after day would be an amazing
experience. But I am not your man, John Chang is your benefactor and you
his property." I hated like hell to say those words because human ownership
did not set well with me in the least but it was a different culture and
not my place to intervene. Besides, I'd pointed out, I had a stable of boys
and I wasn't in a position nor was I prepared to take on every stray boy
that crossed my path.  "Yes my lord, my master, I understand. It is only
the wish of an insignificant boy, a boy who wishes to be with the man who
treats him like a person of honor."  "You are not insignificant Pong, don't
ever forget that." The hall clock bonged midnight in slow and deep bass
chimes. "It is late sweet Pong, let us get some sleep."  "Yes lord, as you
wish," he said and kissed me again then lay his head on my chest. My cock
was still fully hardened and lodged in his tight little asshole and I saw
no reason to move. He certainly didn't weight much. We fell asleep in that
position, his words running through my mind as I drifted off.  "Master,
wake up wake master, something bad is happen." While I do sleep heavily I
am able to wake in seconds, a trait or habit if you will from living on the
streets as a young boy.  "What," I said, fully awakened. Pong had rolled
off me and had been lying beside me but now sitting up.  "Something is very
wrong sir, very wrong, I can feel it."  "What Pong, what is it," I
asked. The boy wasn't playing, he was seriously frightened. Before he could
answer my bedroom door literally crashed in.  "Lucian, Lucian, come quick,
hurry." It was Chen who was doing the yelling but I heard other voices too,
both in the room and in the hallway. I got out of bed quickly with Pong
right on my tail.  "It's Ping Lucian, he's not moving." As I headed to the
hall way I could hear feet running and knew that another adult or two were
also up along with every boy in the house.  As we walked, Xiou Chen
explained what had happened. "He was complaining about a half hour ago that
his head hurt really bad and it hurt in his eyes too. When he walked out of
the room he seemed wobbly, dizzy like. He said he was going to lay down on
a sofa. We boys had been fucking for hours, I think Ping got fucked by all
of us big boys, except me of course."  We got to the living room where AJ
and Gregory were bent over the Thai twin who was laying half on the sofa
with his head and upper body draped over the side. A puddle of vomit was on
the carpet below him and when I got close I saw that blood had run out both
nostrils, not in a flow mind you but a slow trickle. Gregory had 2 fingers
on the boys' carotid artery and looked at me as I approached and gently
shook his head.  "He's gone Lucian," Gregory said. I turned to Xiou Chen
and ordered him to call John Chang immediately and tell him what
happened. Next to me Pong was sobbing loudly, wailing actually, his body
wracked with pain. I brought him into my arms and let him to a chair and
sat him on my lap to hold him and rock him and tried to shush him although
in a gentle caring manner.  "The rest of you get clothes on and see if you
can get something on Ping's body even if it's only underwear. There will
likely be police here so let's get the place straightened up and I want a
quick rundown on what happened after I went to bed so I can give them a
reasonable story.  "Lucian,' AJ said, "we gotta wash his genitals and
bottom. There's dried cum everywhere and it's clear that it leaked out his
ass." I waved my hand in acquiescence and at the same time got Gregory to
put coffee and tea on and put out the snack tray John had sent over.  Pong
finally settled down to some degree but was still moaning, the place got
whipped into shape quickly. Xiou found underwear and helped get them on
Ping and then helped get Pong dressed and 25 minutes after I'd been woken
up Gregory came back upstairs with John in tow. Matty was with him along
with a group of Chinese men, one of which was a doctor. The big black bag
was a give-away. John introduced us to a detective with San Francisco PD
assigned to Chinatown and two ambulance drivers.  Doctor Wong declared that
Ping was indeed dead and asked what had happened. Xiou was elected
spokesman, or spokesboy as the case certainly was, and explained about the
severe headache, particularly behind the boys' eyes. The Doctor asked if
the boy had been engaged in any rigorous exercise, such as sex, prior to
the headache. The boys all looked at each other and the Doctor spoke to
Xiou in Mandarin.  "We boys had been playing together for 3 or 4 hours,"
Xiou Chen explained. When the Doctor asked if Ping had been particularly
active Xiou nodded his head. He then asked if Ping had complained about
headaches or other ills recently and Pong spoke up stating that he had most
recently said such things and the Doctor nodded his head.  "If I had to
say," the doctor said to the adults, "I would guess that the boy had a
subdural hematoma, unusual in children but not unheard of." Although I knew
what he was talking about the doctor explained to the rest of group about
blood vessels or arties in the brain rupturing and causing leakage of blood
in or around the brain.  "It is likely that it was genetic but that is not
provable. I can order an autopsy but it isn't necessary." The last was
directed more to the detective then the rest of us. The detective shook his
head and said that he'd accept the doctors word on the issue.  The decision
was made for the ambulance drivers to take the body to the morgue where it
would be picked up later and transported to a mortuary and prepared for
interment. Pong flew to his brother's body and draped himself across it and
began wailing at his loss. It was a heartbreaking scene. After a brief time
John went to the boy and patted his back and talked to him in Chinese
during which Pong continued to shake his head and wail.  "John wants Pong
to come home," Xiou Chen translated softly to me, "but Pong does not wish
to be in the house where he and his brother lived. It is too sad for him
and makes him want to not live. His brother was everything and without Ping
life will not be worth living. I made eye contact with Gregory and AJ and
the unspoken message was clear.  "If I may John," I said, "Pong is welcome
to stay with us for the time being." That got head nods from all the
boys. John spoke softly to Pong and the boy nodded his head then eventually
stood up and walked to me. Gone was the lively, energetic boy of the past
evening and in his place was a listless boy consumed with grief. I could
only image what it would be like to lose a twin, and even my imagination
paled, of that I was sure.  Pong leaned against me and I hugged him but
didn't get much of anything in return. The ambulance people covered the
boys' body and carted him away while the detective asked me some cursory
questions. The doctor offered a sleep agent to Pong who refused it. John
prepared to take his leave and Matty asked if he could go with the man and
I nodded my head. There wasn't any real reason to deny the boy, or the man
for that matter although John hadn't asked. In parting, John asked if we
were still on for breakfast in the morning and I said that we were.  They
all left and we all trundled off to bed, Jamon insisting that his brother
forego sleeping in my bed in order to give Pong some privacy and the
younger blackbird agreed without comment. Pong was prepared to climb into
bed fully dressed but I stopped him and explained that he needed to undress
to underwear if he felt he needed to be clothed. The boy didn't seem too
disposed to doing anything so I helped him undress, left him in underwear
and we climbed into bed. He melted into my arms and began crying again and
eventually fell asleep that way.  I woke some 5 hours later and slipped out
of quietly out of bed and went to the bathroom then pulled on a robed and
crept out of the bedroom. I found Darius and Jenkins along with Gregory in
the kitchen and was offered a cup of fresh coffee.  "That is a most
unfortunate turn of events," Jenkins said.  "Indeed it is," AJ said as he
entered the room. Darius poured him coffee as well. "You know the boys are
probably going to insist that he live with us don't you Lucian? Willie said
they've already discussed it at least a little bit."  "Yes, that has
already crossed my mind but also bear in mind that Pong is John's Chang's
property. So, what say ye on the topic my loyal friends," I asked, then sat
back. A discussion ensued that covered the gamut. Space, the boy being
property, a concept that none of us liked, Pong's wishes, his personality
and a myriad of other things. The general consensus however was that we
would accept him and figure the rest out later.  Breakfast wouldn't be for
another two hours so Darius had made some muffins to tide everyone over. We
elected to hold an ersatz business meeting while we waited for the boys to
get or we got them up.  Word from Jay was that Kwiana was doing
spectacularly in terms of his studies. He stated that the boy was very
bright and a very quick learner. He was also an active playmate, engaging
with Jay and all of the children including Ishtar who declared she was in
love with the Comanchee boy. Jay was had purchased resources rights on a
half dozen properties, was looking into a dozen more, and had purchased a
company that was already producing oil but had run into financial
problems. He'd also purchased land in 4 major cities for aero fields and
was prepared to begin construction on basic office space on all of
them. All of the information had been wired to Gerard who signed off on the
purchases and paid for them.  In Gerard's neck of the woods we had
purchased land in a dozen cities and had already started building aero
fields. He had located an individual that was a highly experienced pilot
who was building our aero company, hiring equally experienced pilots, and
was already making daily flights along the entire eastern seaboard. He had
also done a feasibility study regarding the leveling of the hovels in the
"dust bin" and building an upper income housing area. Right then wasn't the
ideal time but we could start tearing down some of the buildings. I gave
him permission to go ahead with that plan.  The boys started filtering in,
naked of course, so we ended the meeting. Some of them had coffee while
others had juice and the discussion about Pong's future went into full
swing. Again, the boys voiced their wishes and insisted that they would
make room for the boy. As more boys came into the kitchen and heard the
conversation they agreed.  I finally had to break things up, had everyone
who needed to shower do so, that we would be leaving in about 30 minutes. I
went to my room and found Pong still sound asleep and hugging his pillow to
him. I shook him gently and the boy gradually woke up, looked at me in
acknowledgement then closed his eyes again, sighing heavily as he did so. I
waited patiently, gently rubbing his back through the sheet that covered
him. I could feel him shaking again and saw the tears leaking out of his
squinted shut eyes but still, I let him be.  "We are supposed to going out
to breakfast with John," I said softly and Pong gently shook his head. I
asked if he would rather stay here and he nodded his head then opened his
eyes and looked at me.  "What am I to do Lucian," he said, using my name
for the first time. "I am so lost, I feel so alone. My brother was my life,
as I was his, I cannot image what it would be like without him. I cannot
bear it without him." I rubbed him some more, said that he could stay here
for the time being, that Darius and Jenkins would be here if he needed
anything. Pong simply nodded his head.  I headed to the bathroom to
complete my ablutions then dressed and went into the living area to find
John there along with my entire entourage including Mathias who all but
glued to the mans' hip. "Pong is choosing not to come along," I announced
then to my cook and houseman, "will you check on him from time to time
please," and got head nods from both of them.  "He is completely devastated
John," I said once we were in the car. "I have serious concerns about his
health and safety." John simply nodded his head. Breakfast was entertaining
to say the least and despite the pall that was hanging over the group, the
boys loved the idea of "little eats" and tried everything the restaurant
had to offer, which was a lot.  Afterwards we drove around and looked at
various properties and naturally the boys got bored so their driver took
them back to our residence and AJ, Xiou Chen and I continued
onward. Gregory elected to return with the boys and get them involved in
some physical activity. Part of the trip with John took us outside of
Chinatown into the city proper where John pointed out a half dozen or more
properties that we now owned. There were a few in downtown San Francisco
that were already valuable but had the potential to be more so. AJ took
notes throughout the excursion. We stopped for lunch and the topic of Pong
came up, along with Matty, who had gone home with the rest of the boys.

"I am at a loss as to what to do about him," John said. "I don't want to
think of the boy as property but he is and a big part of his value lay in
the fact that he was a twin which means his value is now considerably
decreased. Then too there is his emotional stability, or lack of. As a
courtesan, there is no room for instability in that regards. Of course I
can write it off as a business loss but there is still the fact of his
physical presence."

"On another subject there is young Mathias. I am totally smitten with that
boy. He is an exciting ball of fire and I am wondering if you would allow
him to spend more time with me." To say that I was caught totally off guard
would be a great understatement.

"Tell me that you're not suggesting a trade John," I said. The man caught
the tone of my voice and backed up quickly.

"No, no, not at all, oh my god no. But I understand that you're heading
south from here and spending some time in Los Angeles. Perhaps Mathias
could stay here and I could bring him down prior to you heading back east,
with his permission of course." I wasn't keen on the idea but neither did I
suspect some nefarious underlying motivation. John seemed quite sincere and
the fact was, that Matty was a breath of fresh air, no matter how you cut
it. And he seemed quite taken with John.

"When might the interment for Ping take place," I asked. John was caught
off guard and said he had no idea but probably within 48 hours. "Well, we
aren't going to leave until that takes place. We owe that to both boys. Let
me consider your suggestion and we can talk about it. Meanwhile if Matty
wants to keep you company then so be it. He is more than capable of making
that decision. Also, I am already getting opinions from my boys and they
agree that they would like Pong to live with us which would solve your
problem to the degree that he would be off your hands." John agreed to all
of it.

"You know," he went on, "that we both have property side by side in
Chinatown and in downtown. Perhaps we could negotiate a trade for such
property thus consolidating both parcels." I gave it a moment's thought
then told him to look into it, get me some property values and descriptions
and my group would make a decision about it. Actually it was a no-brainer
for me, it was only a matter of who was going to owe how much to the
other. Since we had time, when lunch was over John drove us by the 3 sets
of property which only caused me to support the idea even more.

On the way back to our abode he asked me about dinner of which I had no
clue. He suggested that could have dinner at the same place we had
breakfast and I was fine with that. I liked that Darius had a break from
cooking. At the residence I discovered that there was no plan so we
arranged for a second car and all piled in, even Pong. The boy was up and
ambulatory but still in a deep emotional slump.

Dinner was very good, the restaurant being one of the best Chinese
restaurants on the west coast. It was mostly uneventful except for the fact
that it became clear to me, as well as others, that Matty was quite
enamored with John and John was simply knocked out by the precocious young
Mathias who all but sat on John's lap. John had informed me that they would
be interring Ping the next day at 11 in the morning and asked, based on
that, what time we might be leaving for Los Angeles. I didn't have an
answer and said that I'd need to talk with my engineer and John said we
could drive over after dinner, which we did.

AJ and Mathias went with his and young Matty stayed glued to Johns hip
during the entire ride. On the ride the topic of Pong came up again as did
the topic of Matty. In short, John said that it would probably be best if
Pong did stay with us, at least for the time being. In the event that he
wanted to return to San Francisco we could figure out a way to get him back
home, even from Philly.

At the train depot we found Max, Gus and the boys and I chatted with them
while AJ took John on a tour of the train. Gus said that the trip south
would take about 16 hours, give or take and our departure would depend on
what time we wanted to arrive. I think the big question was did the boys
want to sleep for most of the trip or watch the scenery go by. I told Max
that I'd call him when I got back to the residence then changed my mind and
said we'd leave around 3 the following afternoon. I figured the boys would
get tired of scenery fairly quickly.

As we left the crew car Matty said he needed to talk to me. "I really like
John a lot Lucian. He's really good to me, not that you aren't, but it's
different. I'd like to stay with him if you don't mind, at least until
we're ready to start back home. I know John would bring me down to Los
Angeles when it's time to go, so can I please Lucian?" Rarely had I seen
Matty so serious and rarely did he ask for anything, unless it was related
to sex and this wasn't, not really. Based on what I'd seen so far I had no
doubt as to his feelings for John and I also knew what he meant about John
being good to him. Besides, being the only boy in the house meant that all
of John's attention would be given to Matty and the boy certainly deserved
to have that experience, which was simply impossible in our household. I
got down closer to his level.

"I can see that you and John are forming a rather special bond, one that I
see as healthy. I am very happy for you Mathias James Johnson." I long ago
learned all the boys' full names. "Yes you may sweet boy." Matty melted
into my arms and hugged me as tightly as he ever had.

"Thank you Lucian, thank you. I love you so much... Dad," the last word
barely audible. I was shocked at those words. None of the boys had ever
indicated any feelings or desires to have that discussion. Or so I thought.

"Is that okay Lucian; that I called you dad." I hugged the boy fiercely.

"Of course it is sweet boy. I would be honored... son." We hugged even
tighter although not a long one. When we backed away from each other we
both had to wipe the tears away. John and AJ returned and were good enough
to not intrude and waiting patiently until Matty and I separated.

"John, Mathias has requested to stay with you for the time being and I've
given him permission provided that you will bring him to Los Angeles when
we're ready to head back east." I don't know if anything could have caused
more of an expression of elation on the man's face.

"Thank you Lucian, thank you. I'll protect that boy with my life." I
quipped that I hoped it wouldn't come to that. I discussed our plans which
seemed that we'd be spending a week, give or take, in the city of Angels
and we'd figure the rest out when we got closer to a departure date. That
said, John dropped us off at the residence with the promise of meeting for
breakfast at our residence and then getting Ping in the ground. From there
we would go straight to the train.

The atmosphere upstairs wasn't exactly maudlin but close to it so I called
a family meeting which included all the adults. Once we were seated on
floor, in a circle I had everyone hold hands then said a small prayer
asking for guidance. I then reviewed the rules; he who had the talking
stick had the floor, no interruptions. The floor would be open to questions
as needed. Talking was limited to 1 minute per person which was timed by my
pocket watch and for this meeting Frankie was the time keeper. Any
decisions were made by majority vote which meant everyone, including
Pong. My talking stick was a piece of ivory about 5 inches long and the
size of a grown man's thumb. It was an ornately carved dragon with small
inlaid rubies for eyes and was reportedly over 200 years old. It would be
passed to the next person in the circle who would either speak or simply
pass it on.

"For everyone's information," I began, "Matty has requested to stay with
John Chang while we are in Los Angeles and John will bring him down to us
before we leave for home. I have requested that you, Pong, be allowed to
live with us, if you wish to do so. Would that be your wish?" I didn't want
to put the boy on the spot but I did and he was shocked but managed to
utter a yes along with a nod of his head.

"All in favor of Pong becoming member of the family please be counted."
Every hand in the room went up and I welcomed the boy to our
family. Calamity ensued with all the boys yelling yea and mobbing the Thai
boy with hugs, kisses, welcome's and best wishes. True, that wasn't part of
the ceremony but what the hell, the kid needed it. When everybody sat down
Pong had tears in his eyes, but then so did many others.

I went on to explain that every person in the room had experienced loss,
including death, just as he had. I encouraged him to ask any of us to share
our story with him but above to know that he was not alone, either in his
feelings or his life situation and while none of us could ever replace
Ping, we all would make suitable brothers to him.

That said, I explained that Los Angeles would be another working city and I
hoped to find things to occupy the boys as best I could which included
swimming in the ocean. Jess opined that he hoped the water would be warmer
than that of Newport. I assured him that it was. I also let them know that
there was an amusement park much like Coney Island and that brought on lots
of cheers.

I asked if there was any other house business, got some head nods then
passed the stick on. Everybody took a moment to offer a personal welcome to
Pong who ended the process with tears in his eyes and thank you's for such
support from people who were practically strangers. He vowed to be the best
boy ever. We broke things up then we adults sat down for further
discussions.

I explained Matty's situation what that looked like from my point of
view. Everybody said they were happy for the boy. I had spoken with Gerard
who had commandeered an estate to rent while we were in Los Angeles and who
further said that the agent leasing it had some grade A opportunities on
land for sale.

"I'm telling you Lucian that city, hell the entire state, is going to grow
beyond everyone's wildest dreams. Li Wing and I had both been looking to
expand south from San Francisco for 5 years so I've done a fair amount of
research. I would recommend that we purchase both commercial and
residential land." He had then given me the names of some areas that he's
researched and which I dutifully wrote down. He further suggested that I
look into land in the San Joaquin valley north of Los Angeles for future
agricultural use. We all agreed that the corporation could easily dump 5-10
million into real estate which would mean a lot of land, especially in
1933. We also agreed that raw land would have to be held for at 3 -5 years
before any reasonable profit could be expected unless of course we built on
it.

We talked a while longer then decided to call it a night. It had been a
productive albeit an exhausting day and I was ready for a good night's
sleep. The glass of wine I had while we talked was certainly going to help
in that endeavor. In the living area I found the boys still circled up,
still clothed and talking quietly.

"I'm going to bed gentlemen. Please don't be up too late. At that, they all
jumped up and gave he a hug and kiss goodnight during which I told them,
"We will have breakfast with John and Matty, attend the services for Ping
then leave for Los Angeles so please have your things packed in the
morning." That said I started to my room but Pong stopped me.

"I may stay with boys for a while lord," he asked. I got to one knee in
order to have eye contact.

"You do not have to call me by those titles any longer Pong," I said in a
whisper. "You are part of our family so please call me Lucian. Yes, you may
stay up as long as you want just as you may sleep where you want. You are
welcome to share my bed at any time but it isn't your duty." Pong nodded
his head, hugged me tightly and whispered "sher sher," which is thank you
in Mandarin. We let go and we parted, he to the circle of boys and me to my
room then climbed between the sheets.

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