Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2022 15:09:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys 37

The house described here is modeled after il Palmetto at 1500 S Ocean Park
Blvd, Palm Beach. Check it out. Gustav Zander did exist as did his
machines. Look it up. Over and above that...N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m


It had been a colder than usual winter and by the early February all of us
were beyond tired of it. "I think it's time to take that trip to Florida
AJ, what do you think?"

"I couldn't agree more Lucian and I'd bet you'd get 100% agreement from the
boys?" We took a vote at dinner and got the expected response accompanied
by whoops and hollers and clapping. I got ahold of Gus who said the train
was basically free until March so told him to have it ready in 24 hours. We
had the boys pack mostly warm weather clothing but, as per our normal
plans, a set of dress clothes, just in case. On February 11th we boarded
the train and headed south, detraining in Miami on Valentine's Day and
headed straight to the Roney Plaza Hotel.

Before we move on to that however, a brief narrative of the Christmas
holidays. In two words: Fuck fest. Period, end of story. For 10 days. We
had amongst us over a dozen horny and sexually active kids. I was thankful
that Giselle was attending to our Japanese guests so my home was a male
dominated domicile with Ishtar being the only split tail in the
group. Don't think for a second that she was left out, of anything. Add to
that 4 sexually active adults, Gregory willingly being involved with all of
the boys by that time while still remaining devoted to Xiou Chen.  Darius
and Jenkins had long gotten used to seeing the boys naked, especially after
a rousing orgy when they were all hungry and stormed the kitchen.

"I always wondered what they looked like," Darius mused after seeing
Ishtar's naked pussy. Like the boys, she had no problems running naked.

"You have to fuck me tonight Lucian," Eros' first words to me after a tight
hug and long kiss before we left the train station. Damn that kid was the
most sultry boy I'd ever met. He practically exuded sexuality and
sensuality even when in a deep sleep. Awake, it was constant. And it wasn't
contrived or planned, it was natural, which made it that much more
endearing.

Actual sleeping arrangements needed re-arranging with so many people in the
house. The kids were all for sleeping down in the play room so they could
wallow in sex into the wee hours of the morning. That allowed us to
ensconce Jay in one of the large bedrooms. Kwiana chose to stay with the
rest of the kids although the Comanche boy did spend a night or two in my
bed during the 10 days they stayed with us. He also bedded AJ.

We adults began the evening in the playroom with the boys so everybody had
a shot at everybody else but when night actually fell, Eros was in my
bed. Half of the boys fucked Ishtar among them Kwiana, who'd been fucking
her on a regular basis, Jamon, Willie, even Matty gave it a shot. Gregory
spent time with her along with Chen, who also fucked her. Gregory
determined he didn't feel a need or desire to do anything more than touchy
feely. I heard the next day that she had taken Jamon and Kwiana at the same
time, my blackbird in the front and my Comanche boy in the back. I'd never
walked the split tail trail and had no plans or desire to do so but seeing
that would have been interesting. As it turned out, I did see it while we
were at Newport. A few of the little guys double fucked her as well, more
for the novelty of it than anything else.

Eros and I grabbed our clothes and headed upstairs after I'd fucked his
little brother. Anteros was a cuddly bundle of boy much like Matty and
Frankie and I always enjoyed my time with him. Honestly, there wasn't a boy
that I didn't enjoy spending time with. We stopped by the kitchen on the
way and grabbed some water and snacks before heading to my bedroom.

"I love being with you so much Lucian," the preteen said after separating
from a standing hug and kiss.  "And I with you sweet boy," I replied to
which he said he was very glad. With that we stripped off our underwear and
crawled into bed.

"Oh I forgot. Look Lucian I'm finally getting hairs." That said he hopped
out of bed and stood right by the bedside light. Sure enough there were a
dozen black strands that were so short they lay flat against his pubic
flesh. "And I started making real sperm too, not much, but at least drops."

"Well, well I am very proud of you Eros." The boy grinned as he piled back
into bed with me, his softened cock up against mine. I held him lightly,
reveled in the feel of his small butt under my hand and of course the warm
cuddliness of his preteen body.

We engaged in soft kissing and fondling and pillow talk. Needless to say
things move quickly beyond that stage. "I need your cock in my mouth
Lucian," the erotically charged youth declared before pushing me into my
back and sliding down the bed to confront 9 inches of rock hard dick.

Having Eros in my crotch was always exciting. All of my boys loved cock but
I got the sense from Eros that he worshipped it and the way he attacked it
seemed to back that notion up. He always spent plenty of time just rubbing
it across his mouth, his cheek, even his pretty brown eyes. He murmured
softly to himself as he worked, almost as if silently praying to my
manhood. When he suckled he was able to take most of me down his throat
every so often. The feel of his throat muscles massaging my swollen cock
head could make me cum if he stayed at it long enough but he didn't. Still,
he kept it there longer than any of the other boys.

When he wasn't sucking he was licking my balls or simply inhaling the
fragrance emanating from my groin and while he was sucking his hand fondled
or tugged gently on my balls. I could have lay there and let the boy have
his way with me until I shot but Eros had other plans. He moved to his
knees facing me, his cock jutting up tall and proud in front of his taut
belly.

"Do ya wanna suck on my little boy cock mister," he asked in a very
coquettish tone of voice. "I never been sucked on before."

"Are you sure that's what you want little boy," I responded, getting into
the game. The boys hadn't really gotten into role play for whatever reason
so I found it to be somewhat refreshing.

"Oh yes mister, I do want it, very much, so will you do it, will you suck
me?" I had Eros move up and straddle my chest then lean forward with his
palms on the wall. It put his hot young cock right in my face so I took a
quick moment to take in the sight. He was cut, unlike all my boys, so it
too was a refreshing sight. His smooth balls were at full hang, waiting to
be plucked or sucked like any other fruit. His tiny pubes looked really
cute, much like Jesse's did, now that he was finally sprouting groinal
plumage.

"You have a very nice cock and lovely balls for a little boy," I cooed and
of course he thanked me. I stroked his cock a bit then got my mouth over
it, closed down and began to suckle. I bobbed to and fro, relishing the
feel of the rim of his cock head against my lips. It was different than cut
boys because there was no way a foreskin could or would obstruct. I cupped
and fondled his balls as I sucked and true to history, Eros moaned and
groaned.

"That feels aces mister, you sucking my cock. And I love to have my balls
played with too." I moved both hands to his tiny ass and kneaded the flesh
as well as encouraged him to fuck my mouth, which he did. I let my finger
trail up and down his gluteal cleavage and even moved in to gently rub
against his hole.

"Oh god mister keep doing that, keep feeling my little hole." I kept it up
for a bit longer then encouraged him to moved, which he did, then we went
back to kissing with all the passion and noise of lovers. It didn't take
long before the preteen siren was ready for the plug and go and he said
so. I wanted a little more.  "How about if I lick your butthole little boy,
would you like that?"

"I don't know mister, I never done that before." I had him turn around into
a 69 position with his ass in my face. I admired the lightly colored area
then pulled him to me and began to worship the temple of Priapus. I tried
to force my tongue past the wrinkled muscle which, of course, was basically
futile but certainly fun. I licked down onto his sagging balls, pushed the
eggs about as I licked then went back up for more puckered muscle.

"Oh god mister, oh god that blows my wig, don't stop mister, don't stop." I
did my best and it certainly helped make my cock even harder. Rimming a
young boy does that to me. I eventually stopped.

"I'm going to try something new if you don't mind," I told him. I got the
KY and smeared my finger then pulled him to me for more kissing but had him
toss his top leg over my hip. I re-engaged Eros in deep throated kissing
then began to rub around hole, across the hole, his perineum and back. I
was using a light touch and it had the desired effect which was to heat the
boy up pretty damn quick. Eros was moaning and groaning and moving his
little butt to and fro as if to encourage even more contact. Every so often
I slipped the tip of my finger in him He finally made the call.

"I need you to fuck me mister. My little boy ass needs to have your big man
cock in it, it needs to be fucked mister, please mister, fuck me." I moved
enough to slather the length of my cock with KY then moved between his
legs, which he'd pulled back and held spread open for me. Eros' eyes were
barely open, the expression of full on lust and horniness plastered across
his smooth face. If any boy needed to be fucked it was Eros.

He took hold of my cock and teased his pussy with the end of it for a good
half minute before holding it against his wrinkled core. "Get it me mister,
my little pussy needs a good fuckin' mister." He continued to hold my cock
as I pushed, then pushed harder until his body gave way and let me
inside. I stopped moving but Eros wasn't having any of that.

"No mister don't stop just shove it in me, shove it all in me." Not one to
question a boy in such circumstances I pressed on until my pubic hair was
against his warm little butt cheeks. "I can almost feel your cock pressing
against my heart mister. My pussy has never been this filled up." Of course
it had because I'd fucked him previously but it was all part of the role
play.

I proceeded to fuck Eros from a kneeling position, helping to get his heat
level back up. Regardless of having fucked him before and regardless of the
fact that he didn't want me to wait, having a dick my size shoved up your
ass causes a reduction in sexual heat. I gave it a dozen medium strokes
before leaning forward and planting my palms on the bed and rocking his ass
up then began to fuck him seriously.

Eros wrapped his legs around my waist and hung on like a marsupial baby. I
was far enough above him that he raised his head and began licking and
sucking on my nipple which surprised me and spurred me onward to giving him
an even better fuck.

"Oh fuck Lucian you're the best fucking fuck I've ever been fucked. Marry
me, make me your life time bitch boy." His voice chopped off and he cried
out. I felt him cum, his asshole gripping me tightly. "Ooohhhhhhhhh," Eros
let out a long groan as his asshole clenched me 3 more times. If the boy
had held out a minute longer I might have been able to cum with him but as
it was, my heat bled off enough to render that impossible. For the moment.

His orgasm lasted a good 25 seconds before he was left panting but quiet,
mostly. I stayed inside the boy waiting for his next move. "Damn that
caught me by surprise Lucian," he said, which I knew, but elected to stay
silent. "Damn you fuck me so good Lucian," he said. I leaned my body down
and we kissed. It started out as gently pecks but got more involved after a
bit.

"We're both still hard Lucian," the boy finally said, "can you get me onto
your lap?" Of course I could and of course I did. "I love being like this,
so close and hugging and being able to kiss and having a dick up my ass all
at the same time."

"Plus, you have more control of the action," I said. It was like a light
bulb went off, even though he was well aware of the concept, he just hadn't
ever put words to it.

"Oh, yeah, that too." Eros started to move, gently grinding his hips to and
fro and moving my cock around like a floor shifter. His arms were draped
casually across my shoulders, my hand gently cupped his small butt
cheeks. In doing so I let my fingers move in closer so that I could feel
the shaft of my cock as it was pushed around.

It didn't take long before Eros started kissing with passions, a lot of
passion. He'd take a break from it in order to gulp in large amounts of
oxygen but also to whimper and moan as he fucked me. It take much more
before he was fucking me aggressively, almost violently, as his lust level
went through the roof. He finally managed to be me to cum, an orgasm that
caused me to see stars a little bit, something that hadn't happened to me
in ages. My cumming caused Eros to cum and between us we managed it with a
great deal of moaning groaning crying out and panting. It had been a hell
of a ride.

Afterward Eros extolled my talents declaring that he wanted to move in with
me and have my baby. We stayed seated for a brief bit but as I softened
inside of him, I could feel my sperm leaking out onto my balls.

"We have to get into the shower baby boy," I whispered in his ear.

"God Lucian," he groaned, "that isn't going to help my hard on to go away."
I got us upright then carried him into the bathroom where I got him off my
cock and onto the toilet where he very loudly expelled the air that I had
pumped into him. Needless to say he giggle in delight. I doubted that there
was a boy alive who didn't chuckle at a fart.

Later in the middle of the night I woke to find the boy backed up to my and
trying to get my raging rem cock into his ass again. We managed it with a
little help and I fucked him for a bit from that position before I fell
back asleep deep inside his tight little ass.

Throughout the 10 day they were with us I probably fucked Eros more than
any of the other boys but nobody seemed to notice or at least, they didn't
seem to care. Our fuck-a-thon continued throughout our stay in Newport
although we had to be a little more circumspect. We didn't have a
convenient playroom like the one at my Philly home or the LA home but
overall, that was okay. We managed to arrange some smaller gatherings of
3-6 people in my room, AJ's and Jay's rooms, so nobody was left un-fucked,
ever.

Jay got his ass pounded by Jamon and Jessie, the two most hung boys of our
group and declared it to be amazing. And why not. Jamon had grown even more
an sported a very prodigious penis, as did Jessie. Over the next few years
Willy would grown into a solid 8 inches and eventually Gideon would reach
my length, but all of that is another story.

At 1pm on Sunday, February 11th we piled onto the train and headed south
for warmer pastures and arrived in the land of palm trees and sunshine just
around lunch time.

The hotel shuttle picked us up and by 2pm we were ensconced into a block of
rooms. My first duty was to contact the bank of record that auntie Ahn used
and make an appointment for the following morning. That afternoon was spent
on the beach, the boys frolicking and splashing about. More than once I
heard,

"We should live here Lucian." I wouldn't attest to what it might be like in
the hotter months or during the hurricane season but for winter living,
well, I could certainly get used to it. At 10 the following morning AJ and
I walked into the First Bank of Florida and met with the manager,
Mr. Stanley Brouwers. AJ showed him the legal paperwork designating me
power of attorney and we got down to business.

"I have been expecting you Mr. Broussard," he said by way of opening. "I
received a certified letter from Mrs. Ahn in early June of last year saying
that if you or a Mr. Gerald Maines showed up on my doorstep it meant she
was likely dead and to accommodate your every need."

To say that I was shocked was a vast understatement. She knew she was dying
and by that time the boys had made my acquaintance so she had laid plans
for their care. Come to think of it, that was before I met the boys so she
knew I was in residence and knew the boys had been frequenting my
property. Gerald was dead on right that she had been a Cagey old chink.

Li Wing was an extraordinary woman," the banker said, "and one of the most
savvy investors I have ever met. Believe it or not I followed her
suggestions for my own portfolio and have never regretted it. Let's start
with the properties. She own commercial property in downtown and
residential property on Fisher Island, Indian Island, South Beach and all
over Coral Gables and Key Biscayne. On top of that she owned 10,000 shares
of this bank, shares in other profitable companies here in Florida and
overall their worth is hovering around a million five."

"Furthermore she owns a home in Palm Beach that she picked up, as usual,
for a song. I've not seen it but have heard that it's magnificent. I will
give you the name of the attorney that has been managing he business down
here. Don't be surprised to hear that he is expecting you. Her commercial
properties are high value and the residential ones based on speculation
will most likely become highly desirable in the future, the term "future"
I'll not specify. However, as you may be aware of, this area, in fact much
of Florida, is becoming a playground for the rich as well as the average
citizen and retirees. It is rumored that more people have second homes here
than any other place in the country. Li Wing was convinced, as am I and
other investors, that it will only grow."

"As for cash, she has a half million in deposits that I personally am
hoping you will leave in place and I have keys to safe deposit boxes in our
safe with instructions to provide it to anyone who presents the proper
paperwork, which you have." At that, he excused himself and returned a few
moments later and beckoned us to follow him. He opened 2 safe deposit boxes
and had 2 guards carry them and we all adjourned to a private room and they
left.

Box number one was a shock of all shocks and I didn't think I could get any
more shocked than I already had been. It contained white wax wrapped
bundles about the size of a standard piece of bread except they were 2
inches thick. Standing on end there were 4 rows of 4 abreast. I pulled one
out, figured it was 28 ounces or so. The packages were wrapped envelope
style, the four corners meeting dead center on one side. I assumed they
were a perfect fit but where they met was covered by a square ornately done
personalized wax seal of dark red and a dragon etched on it. AJ and I both
raised an eyebrow at each other.

"You thinking what I'm thinking," my young lawyer asked. I nodded my head.

"Might explain one of her sources of money," I said, asking my opinion not
making a statement.

"I would bet money on it," he replied. "Let's get it home to look at it and
if so we need to destroy it." AJ agreed. What we were sure we had were
packages of tar opium, roughly 30 pounds of it. The other box contained
paperwork, deeds and the like. We chose to take it all and closed out the
boxes but left the accounts alone, for the time being.

Back at the hotel I called the attorney in Palm Beach and arranged to meet
at his offices at 1:30. The boys all wanted to stay and frolic on the beach
and Gregory agreed to ride herd. The hotel arranged a limo service and much
to our surprise a Maroon 1933 Rolls Royce Park Ward pulled up out front. We
were deposited outside the attorney's office right on time.

My first impression of Mr. Augustus Forest Legion was wondering if he'd
live to see the sunset that day. He was beyond old by any standard but we
soon learned that his mental faculties were not in the least bit impaired,
as far as we could tell. Furthermore, the twinkle in his bright and clear
blue eyes indicated a mischievous nature and his handshake was quite firm
and steady. Further countering the impression that the grim reaper was
close at hand was the fact that he was the single most nattily dressed
octogenarian I'd ever seen.

A slender man about my height and smooth shaven, his hair was white
although not much could be seen under the maroon bowler with black hat band
perched jauntily on his head. The maroon theme was carried through with a
vest over a white dress shirt, all of that under an open dark blue 3 button
blazer. At the neck of the shirt was a red and green tartan bowtie. In
keeping with natty he wore a pair of relatively new Levi's held up by a
wide red belt with black cowboy boots finishing off the "look".  On his
rather beak-ish nose perched a pair of gold round wire eyeglasses with a
gold chain hanging from the stems half way down his chest. I liked the man
right off the bat.

Briefly, he'd met Li Wing some 4 years previously and had handled all of
her Florida business items, not the least of which was the house she
owned. He too had received the same letter that the banker had. He finally
suggested we go look at the house and along the way he offered some
information.

"The house was completed in 1871 reportedly for a northern carpetbagger,
abandon in 1916 and then purchased by an Italian Viscount Luciano Giordano
in 1918. He made some significant renovations without destroying the
original integrity although he did remove some of the heavier and dark
woodwork. There are some interesting rumors about him and his circumstances
but nothing concrete was ever found. Be that as it may he died in Spain in
1929 under mysterious circumstances. The house had sat for 2 years when Li
Wing discovered it was for sale. The how and why of that is a mystery. How
she got it for less than 2 million dollars is also a mystery. Maybe because
she paid cash for it."

"Casa di Incantato, which means house of Enchantment, is a Mediterranean
revival style home of some 52,000 square feet of living space in 3 distinct
and separate building and sits on 6½ walled acres. One end faces the
intracoastal waterway and West Palm Beach and the other faces the Atlantic
Ocean. It consists of 16 bedrooms, 4 of which are VIP suites, 20 bathrooms
and half baths, 4 of the bedrooms are servants quarters. There are 2
swimming pools, a half dozen fountains and pools, a regulation tennis
court, a Koi pond resembling a small stream, over 400 feet of combined
beach. A dock and boathouse which has a 2 bedroom apartment on the 2nd
floor faces the intracoastal waterway while a fully contained 2 bedroom
house and pool is right on the Atlantic Ocean. The beach house is accessed
by a private tunnel under Ocean boulevard which cuts through that end of
the property. There is a full time live-in staff of 4 plus a 3 man
gardening crew that lives off of the estate. There's more but that's the
gist of it All in all it is a spectacular residence. I've had a dozen
inquiries to purchase it with offers up to 10 million. Personally, I'd keep
it. It will be worth 5 times that in twice as many years."

One of the things we'd learn about Augustus was his ability to predict with
uncanny accuracy the growth of southern Florida and thus where to
invest. His ability had made him a fortune that rivaled mine. our
investments in Florida would increase 50 fold in my lifetime and although I
wouldn't live to see it, would increase 100 fold before the last of the
boys passed away.  It would turn out too that the old reprobate loved boys
although there wasn't much he could do about that, given his age, although
as he would point out,

"I still have a mouth and an asshole although not many boys are interested
in climbing into the black hole of Calcutta."  Our Mr. Augustus Legion also
turned out to have a very quick wit.

I asked how place was being funded and how he knew the house wasn't being
robbed blind. The answer was that a trust had been set up with a quarter
million dollars to cover expenses. At Li Wing's request, Augustus lived in
the residence 5 days a week while a close friend, a retired federal judge,
stayed the other two. His mother stayed at his family residence under
nurses care.

"No disrespect sir," I said, "but she must be rather ancient."

"None taken Lucian," he responded, "but yes she turns 97 this year. She
suffers from dementia so doesn't recognize me which is fine because she was
a blazing fucking dragon my entire life." We also learned that Augustus had
the mouth of a sailor. "We are a long lived family although my father did
die of a heart attack in his 70's. My mother tormented him as well so it's
no wonder his end came while in bed with an 11 year old black girl. Not the
first of such dalliances I assure you but certainly the last." Augustus was
lost in thought for a brief moment then whimsically said, "On the whole, a
rather decent way to go."

We finally pulled up to a wrought iron gate set back from the road and set
in a 10 foot high stone wall which was mostly hidden by 15 foot tall
bougainvillea hedging. The 20 or so feet on either side of the gate was
filled with short palms, silver Palmetto, firebush, Canna Lilies and other
colorful flora.  Just inside we went around a circle garden with a large
Banyan tree and beyond that another wall but low and with a wide gateless
entry to the courtyard proper. The double wall ran along 3 sides of the
property and with the dense foliage provided privacy for the
property. Along the sandy walkways there were plenty of quiet little nooks
for seating, meditation, and just relaxing. Many of the spots had small
pools, most with a small fountains

From that position in the courtyard and looking at the 2 story house, we
were on the inside crook of an L that had tipped over onto its back and
then fell forward. We were facing the long end of the L with the short end
coming toward us on the right. The two wings were connected by a 3 story
tower. The L was deceptive however because what we couldn't see from there
was a whole lot of house.

The home was stucco the color of light buttercream similar to the sand in
the courtyard. The façade was not a perfectly straight wall but more
like an in progress Tetris screen. The roof was muti-level although not
drastically so, and all done in red terra cotta tile. I counted 6 fireplace
stacks. There were 3 smaller second story balcony's. The windows styles
were varied. Like the front doors there were lancet windows, plenty of
arched windows even a few oculus style windows. Naturally they were leaded
and in some places stained glass. In short, the house had more class or
style than my own or even the Newport cottage which were rather boring from
a style standpoint.

There were 2 white marble steps leading to the front entry which was in-set
to create a small area protected from weather. The entire entry was hand
carved wood at least 15 feet high making the 10 foot tall arched double
doors seem small, Each end of the porch extended 4 feet on either side and
held a potted palm. Just inside the arched porch entry and to one side was
a whimsical 2½ foot tall gargoyle positioned like a kid on his belly,
hands under his chin for head support and legs bent at the knees and thus
raised behind him.

There was a double main staircase in the foyer, an open arch giving entry
to the house proper and hallways leading off to each side. I would learn
that there were 3 more sets of stairs to the second story inside the house
and 4 on the outside. There was a total of 18 staircases throughout, mostly
5 steps or less. Once could get a workout going from one end of the house
to the other.

I could go on and on about the interior but it would be laborious. Suffice
it to say that most rooms were large and airy most with ceiling fans. The
kitchen was a chef's delight, walk through butler's pantry to the formal
dining room plus had a large walk-in food pantry and walk-in dish and
silver room. There was a fair amount of marble statuary, some seemingly
centuries old and a fair amount of artwork on the whitewashed walls, none
more so than in the formal dining room which was massive.

The ceiling was intricately carved wood panels at least 15 feet above the
parquet floor. The wall color was a pleasant medium green but much of it
was hidden due to the artwork scattered all over the walls, some of which
were quite large. A heavy table that seated 18 dominated the center of the
room, the chair fabric a nice light green. In the center of the interior
wall was a massive white marble fireplace with a pair of adolescent boys in
loincloths flanking it. Large sideboards and other intricately carved
tables made of wood whose tops were inlaid with lighter colored woods took
up much of the walls. The wall facing the outside had large wide windows to
allow plenty of light. After sunset the lighting was provided by dozens of
gilded wall sconces ever 4 feet around the room.

I discovered that the main part of the house was shaped like a U and that
almost all of the exterior facing walls excepting where we came in, were
fronted by loggia's. All of them had benches or even outdoor furniture for
comfort.

The main pool was situated outside the left side of the U. There was a nice
loggia that fronted the pool and one along each side. The one that fronted
the pool was large, breezy and contained a full complement of outdoor
furniture made of wicker with tropical themed cushions and a large table
and chair for outside dining. The area surrounding the pool was rife with
palm trees and gardens filled with color.

The tennis court was adjacent to the pool and sequestered by 20 foot tall
hedging. Past that was the boathouse and dock on the intracoastal
waterway. There was little beach there and our property along with those on
each side were fronted by a 10 foot tall concrete seawall. We checked out
the 2 bedroom apartment on the second floor and found it as nicely
appointed as every room we'd been through so far.

As we headed back toward the house we noted that the tower was 1 corner of
a 2 storied square with a courtyard inside the walls. The bottom story of
one wall housed a 4 bay garage. We would learn that the top floor of one
wall was a living room that was easily 60ft long and 20 deep. The view of
the waterway and West Palm Beach was astounding.

There is more, much more and that will be covered throughout the
tale. Overall however the house was laid out thusly. If you were looking
down from above main part of the home, the long L portion was actually laid
out like a capital U tipped on its right side. However, the short wall to
our right was actually one side of a square, like a box on a form. So,
imagine the upper left tip of the square attached to the very end of the
bottom of the tipped over U And arced entry in the center of the wall let
into the square and the courtyard for the aforementioned garages.

 We strolled the grounds which were loaded with pebbled pathways, gardens,
trees, and the occasional sitting area for reflection.

"I can't help but wonder what Auntie Ahn had in mind when she picked up
this place," I mused. I had to explain the moniker to Augustus who didn't
have an answer to the question I posed. As we approached the house AJ said,

"The boys are going to love this place Lucian. Don't be surprised if they
insist that we move here."

"Ahh," Augustus said, "you have children."

"In a manner of speaking. I have 11 boys aged 9-14 under my care. It's a
long story."

"No doubt it is," Augustus responded, "and an entertaining one I'd
imagine. They must keep you...busy."

"You have no idea," AJ commented with a chuckle to which our new lawyer
muttered, "Oh I am sure that I do" under his breath.

"I think we'll head back to Miami," I told Augustus, "can you make
temporary arrangements for a parking area for our train and can you arrange
transportation for 4 adults to the house. We'll use our bus to move the
boys."

"Of course. How long will you be staying?" AJ and I discussed it and
figured we'd stay for a month at least and probably send the train back
north."

"I'll plan on vacating the house during your stay." I glanced at AJ who
gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.

"That's not necessary Augustus, you're welcome to stay if you want. I wish
to bring you on as our Florida Attorney and I imagine that we've a great
deal of business to talk about. Of course you may be confronted by naked
boys from time to time."

"Nothing like combining work with pleasure," he quipped.

The following day we detrained and in short order got the bus
unloaded. Augustus was introduced to the men and the boys and the old guy's
eyes twinkled even more. When they were told that he would be staying with
us at the house Gideon waltzed right up and put his arms out to be picked
up, which Augustus did without hesitation.

"Now we have a grandpa," the precocious little blackbird said then rested
his head on Augustus' shoulder. That got a round of clapping whooping and
hollering and a volley of "yes's" from the entire boy crew who moved
En-mass to hug the old man. Augustus practically beamed. I'd had my
suspicions before but I was then convinced that Augustus Legion was one of
us or at the very least tolerant of our situation.

"We should change your name," Matty said, "Augustus is too long." There
were a few agreeing voices.

"How about Gus," someone said.

"Naw, we got a Gus already remember," Frankie added to the conversation.

"When I was a little boy my friends called me Augie," the man said. "Would
that work for you guys?" There was a boisterous agreement and so it was
decided.

I'd arranged to have the staff present when we arrived at the house. I
chose to keep the gardeners, a trio of Cuban men on full time but when I
asked if it was necessary they said but 2 days per week would suffice for
another month or more. The rest of the crew I chose to give time off except
for Mondays when I wanted them to come in for cleaning. They were still
paid for full time. They all had family they could stay with and vocalized
being grateful for the break. I gave the usual explanation about the boys
position in our family as wealthy young men and 5 of whom were the de-facto
owners of the house.

Jenkins elected to get the boys settled in, not that they needed herding,
while Darius headed for the kitchen and the rest of us went to the library.

"First item," I said, transportation. Unless I miss my guess Darius will be
here in less than 5 minutes about stocking the kitchen. We'll need a driver
as well."

"There is a 1931 Cadillac Phaeton in the garage that's hardly driven. My
Rolls Phantom II is also in the garage here and you're welcome to use
it. Of course that would force me to have to drive my '33 Rolls SJ and
isn't that a crying shame."

"A boattail," I said and got a head nod from Augustus. "I have a 32 Auburn
Boattail." We talked cars for a moment. Augustus relayed that he loved his
SJ but used the Phaeton for business stating that image means a great deal
around these parts. I chuckled and said that Bill Hearst told me the same
thing in LA. That I was friends with Hearst seemed to impress Augustus, not
that I was trying. I would soon learn that our new lawyer was not easily
impressed.

We discussed what Augustus' might want for a salary and he waved me off
stating he already had more money than he needed. I requested that his
first task after getting us up to speed was to teach AJ everything about
our investments.

"Again, no offense Augustus but your untimely demise would cause a great
deal of grief for us." He understood completely and agreed.

"Before we go any further Lucian I need to ask a very delicate question."

"About the boys," AJ asked, making an educated guess.  Augustus shook his
head.

"I do have some questions about that, but no. Have you by chance happened
across a fair amount of opium in Li Wing's possessions?" I admitted I had
and we planned to destroy it. Further discussion revealed that it had been
purchased for a very wealthy socialite who occasionally threw private dream
parties for the upper crust in a variety of cities in the US and
Europe. She'd gotten quite pissy about not having received it. I thought
that trend had died out 10 or more years prior but apparently it clung on
in certain circles. I agreed to give it to Augustus to do with as he
pleased. He assured me that getting it to his owner would result in said
owner's undying gratitude by way of contacts as well as profitable business
dealings.

On cue Jenkins knocked on the library door. After a brief discussion
Augustus drew him a map to get him to the commercial area of Palm Beach and
the keys were in the car's ignition.

"The boys," our new friend said after Jenkins left. I explained the
situation regarding all of them including their insistence on one of them
spending the night with me since day one. I included the fact that the boys
basically initiated so they chose the who of it.

"As far as you are concerned they will approach you or they won't. My guess
is that some if not all of them will, your adopted grandson Gideon for
sure. That you might not be able to, ahem, perform don't worry about
it. They all love physical attention so hugging goes a long with all of
them." That was when he made the mouth and asshole comment.

About then the boys came tumbling into the room. Willie went straight to AJ
to give him a kiss on the mouth, not giving a second thought to Augie's
presence. "Our room has a wonderful view of the ocean AJ." I was watching
Augie and the man didn't bat an eyelash at the seeming confirmation of our
living situation. Willy then realized what he'd done and was acutely
embarrassed and apologized.

"And what is the general rule young man," I asked with a grin.

"Look about before I shout," he replied, head down slightly.

"Just so," I responded. To Augie I said, "Decorum sometimes goes right out
the window."

"They are boys after all Lucian and frankly I find it very refreshing." The
boys wanted to explore so we decided on a more complete tour of the
property. The boys chattered like magpies throughout the tour. They were
particularly taken with the beach house or, more correctly, the tunnel
leading to and from it.  The house was very nice, just like the rest of the
property. It was sort of like a U as well, but more like to two separate
buildings separated by the small swimming pool separating the 2 bedrooms
from the living and kitchen area, the two connected by a loggia at the back
end of the building.

"What a great place," Willie observed to which Matty declared it would make
a great playhouse. He got a lot of agreement. Augie didn't bat an
eyelash. The boys felt the same way about the apartment atop the boat
house. We got another surprise back at the main house when Augie showed us
the exercise room, a large open space with a full bathroom. There were
barbell and dumbbell weight sets but also a number of Gustav Zanders'
exercise machines. There was a large tub for hydro-therapy as well as a
cedar paneled room for steam or dry heat therapy. The shower area was
similar to a gymnasium in that it was a large room with multiple shower
heads.

"Now," Augie said, "if I get your meaning, this room might be what you're
looking for." A large open space with its own full bathroom, none of us
were in any doubt as to what he was suggesting.

"A sex room," Matty blurted out. Before anyone could respond Augie said,

"Indeed young Mathias. As a note of interest I believe that is exactly what
the previous owner used it for. There are mattresses in storage next door
along with other pieces of furniture. Furthermore there is a staircase from
the bedroom wing for privacy.

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