Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2014 03:53:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Ahn Boys IV It's been a few years, I know. I hope it was worth the wait. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After showing Detective Keller out I returned to the library to think about what I had learned. The day after Jesse spent his first night with me I contacted a friend who put me in touch with a Pinkerton Detective to whom I told Jesse's story. Subsequently, he agreed to look into the situation and I agreed to pay him the required fees which, based on my financial situation, were negligible. The story was this. Jesse's step father Reginald Smithson had not died, at least not at Jesse's hand. His lover, one Stephen Byrne aka Stevie, had in fact been killed by Reginald. Reginald Smithson had a reputation for being a ne'er do well of the first order and was rumored to be connected to the underworld element. It had also been rumored that his name had been linked to more than a few murders but either the evidence wasn't strong enough or his money countered any supposed evidence. Such was the case in Stevie's death. Speculation had run rampant given that Stevie had been as naked as the day he was born and Reginald's pants and undergarments were down around his ankles. While Reginald had a reputation with ladies and often those of ill repute there hadn't been any indication that he'd had a predilection for boys of any age. The scene that the police found indicated otherwise; strongly. However, the man had friends in high places so the reports indicated that the killers had set up the scene to draw the scent away from themselves. Interestingly nothing had been said about the missing Jesse. Apparently when the mother discovered that her son was missing she had a nervous collapse and was put into an institution. Reginald had been hospitalized and released after a week and no charges had been levied against him so, as in the past, Reginald got away with it. Less than a month later Reginald was found dead in the most unsavory neighborhood in the city, supposedly a victim of robbery although no one could explain why his cock had been cut off and shoved down the slit in his throat. Nor could they explain the large fresh burn marks around his genitals or his asshole. It was determined that the burns had been made by a lit cigar and put there while the man was alive, the same true of the removal of his cock. At the time of Mr. Keller's report no witnesses had come forward and the police had no suspects. Well, that wasn't entirely true. They suspected that Stevie's 3 older brothers had orchestrated Reginald's untimely and painful demise but had not one shred of evidence. The Irish community had been overwhelming at providing alibi's for the brothers. Stevie had been well thought of and liked by the community. As for Jesse's mother, she was still hospitalized and upon hearing of her husband's death had gone comatose and remained so. Last but not least, Reginald's will had left everything, which was considerable, to her and Jesse's mother's will had left everything to her son, who was still missing but still not connected to the murders. Mr. Baker had provided the name and address of the hospital where Jesse's mother was ensconced as well as the name of the firm of attorney's that were handling the estates. What remained was how I intended to deal with it. I gave it careful thought and the one thing that was certain was that I would have to tell Jesse who, with the other boys, was currently out performing their daily tasks on the grounds. After an hour of rumination and not a few notes I arrived at a workable plan. That said I got up and went to find Jesse. I brought him into the library and told him precisely what I had been told. At the news of his mother the boy started crying softly and came over to have me hug and hold him. "I have to go see her Lucian," he said through red rimmed tear filled eyes. "I understand that Jesse," I said softly as I rubbed his back. "I understand that and I plan on taking you there myself." He leaned back and looked at then asked if I really meant that and I assured him that I did. He went back to his chair and I said nothing, waiting to follow his lead. "What am I going to do Lucian? I mean if my mother doesn't come out of it, what is going to happen to me?" "I've given that some thought Jesse and I have considered a plan that I believe would work for you but I want to hold off on that for now okay? Let's wait until we talk to the doctors and find out her condition. Just hearing your voice in her ear might well bring her up out of her comatose state." "Do you really think so Lucian?" "What I think is; that it's possible, yes." That seemed to give the young boy some hope. "When can we go?" "I was thinking about leaving first thing in the morning. We'll drive the Duesenberg" I could have taken the train but there wasn't an express run so we would be stopping at every one horse town and burg on the way. No, the car was the better choice and it would give me the opportunity for a slight adventure. We left the library and I found Giselle, told her the plan and asked if she could manage the cooking without me being there. She appeared almost offended that I would ask. Jesse and I went outside and gathered the boys up from their various tasks. "So, boys, we have just discovered that Jesse's mother is in the hospital so I am going to drive him there tomorrow." Before I could continue Mathias, in his typical impatience blurted out, "We didn't even know Jesse had a mother." "Everybody has a mother stupid, even you," Frankie said which earned him a fuck you. "Language and respect boys," I said in a raised voice "You know what I mean," the little boy said. I went on to explain what we were going to do, that we would be gone for at least 3 days and that Willie was in charge. I would have lessons prepared for them and they already knew what their chores were. I further explained that Giselle would still cook all their meals. If, when I got back, I discovered that they hadn't done their work both inside and out or that they gave Willie or Giselle a lick of trouble, that boy would be banished from the house for a week. I further explained that meant Willie as well should he decided to lord it over the boys, which I knew was very unlikely but it had to be stated in order to be fair. "Can we use the pool Lucian," Edward asked. I shook my head. "I'm sorry boys but without supervision I can't allow that. I trust you all but accidents can happen and none of you know first aid or how to help a drowning victim." They said they understood but were disappointed none the less. I did give them permission to use the downstairs shower however. I let them return to their chores and went off to find Giselle who was in the pantry taking stock of things. "Oh I was just going to look for you Mr. Lucian," she said. I explained the situation to Giselle who simply nodded her head and said that was fine. "What I wanted to ask you Mr. Lucian was what do you think about the boys each spending 1 day a week or rotating 1 week at a time working with me in the kitchen? It would help me plus teach them some basic skills and who knows, it might help one of them get a job some day." I thought that was a splendid idea and wished that I'd thought of it. "We'll announce it at dinner tonight. I wonder if a 3-4 day stint might be the best." Giselle said that it probably would be. She also suggested that the cook assistant should probably be spending the night in order to be there early to help with breakfast. That segued into a discussion of where the cook assistant would sleep; upstairs in the servants wing or on the 2nd floor. I said I'd give it some thought. I was also giving more thought to having a live in maid instead of the2-3 women who came to clean a few times per week. That done I retreated to the library and went about making preparations for the trip which included obtaining lodging at the best hotel in the city and having my lawyer contact the estate attorney for a meeting along with an overall plan should one be needed. The boys knocked off work a couple hours later and I accompanied them downstairs to the pool where they quickly stripped naked, took a shower then got in the pool. Jesse had gotten over his difficulties and was right there with them. Since they were able to have plenty of sex at the drop of a hat, the boys didn't always engage thusly and that day was a day they didn't. I was okay with that as well since I was having sex in one form or another on a nightly basis. "What's going to happen to Jesse," Frankie asked as they got dressed, the boys in their dinner clothes. I told the group that I didn't know. Upstairs we sat down to a favorite meal of all the boys; fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, and a medley of julienne vegetables quickly stir fried in a heavy skillet with a slight amount of chicken drippings all accompanied by fresh baking powder biscuits. "Gentlemen," I started once they were plated up and eating, "Giselle and I have decided that we want you to take turns helping out in the kitchen. Knowing your way around the kitchen is one of those things that should prove helpful once you're out on your own. Here's what I want you boys to do." I went on to explain that I wanted them to decide how long each boys' turn would be giving them the parameters of 1 day to 1 week. Further I wanted them to decide some sort of rotating schedule and further decide what the sleeping arrangements would be and provided those options as well. I told them we would discuss it when I got back but would expect a solution. I decided that despite the fact that I would be leaving with Jesse in the morning I would not disrupt the guest schedule and so bed time found me headed upstairs with Edward. I didn't always swim with the boys and that had been one of those days and thus I felt I needed a shower. Edward chose not to shower and so waited for me in bed and when I slipped under the covers some 10 minutes later the youngster moved right into my arms. Edward was a very loving an affectionate boy, not that the other's weren't because they were, but the freshly minted 13 year old seemed more so. His hair, a dark brown almost black color was worn somewhat long and raggedy like the rest of his boy crew and tended to fall into his large dark brown eyes. He seemed a little on the small side for his age and as we lay there holding each other I always registered that fact. Edward loved to snuggle in to me and bury his face against one shoulder and have my arms wrapped fully around him, often one on his tender little butt. We lay there for a few minutes, which was typical. I always waited for the boys to make the first move, to declare what it was that they wanted to do. Oftentimes it was an opportunity for them to talk, to share their thoughts or even their lives with me. "You know that auntie Ahn is dying Lucian," Edward started out. I was a little shocked and reared my head back in order to see his face and asked what he meant. "Well she's pretty old, she doesn't eat very well or healthy, she smokes those little cigars and coughs all the time even when she isn't smoking them. This morning she made a comment about what we're going to do when she's gone. Mathias asked her what she meant and she waved it off saying it was just old lady talk." Edward moved away from me in order to have eye contact in the dim light from a table lamp. "What would happen to us Lucian," the boy asked, worry evident in his still high pitched voice, "Us boys?" "I don't know Edward," said after a pause. "I don't know but I promise you that something would be figured out. In fact I will start giving it some thought while I'm on this trip." Edward moved back in close to me and held me tighter than he had before. "Thank you Lucian; I knew you could figure it out." Frankly I had been thinking about it already, the boys' situation I mean. I had the room, I had more than enough money, they were a good lot of boys and I didn't have much purpose in life. Oh, I could have gone back to work and had already had offers to do so, but it would have required a move to a larger city as the one I was in didn't have any private schools that I would consider working for and no higher academia beyond high school. "Would you like me to make you cum Lucian," Edward asked. All of the boys generally just started doing what they wanted to do, feeling me up then sucking my cock before moving on to what other activities any given boy had in mind. Edward asking me indicated that he wasn't in the mood for sex that night which also told me the level of stress he was under about his living situation. I kissed him on the forehead. "It's not necessary sweet boy," I said. "But how about you; would you like me to make you cum?" He thought about it a moment then said, "You can play with me if you want Lucian. If I get a boner then maybe I can cum. I'm just not sure I can get a boner." I said that was okay, but my playing with him wasn't about what I wanted but what he wanted. "Okay then, you can play with me a little and we'll see if he wakes up." I reached down and placed my hand over his genitals, cupping both his softened cock and his smooth balls in one hand. "That feels good Lucian," the boy whispered and already I could feel his cock start to grow. After a moment I let go and used my thumb and index finger on his half hard cock while the remaining fingers continued to fondle and otherwise play with his balls. I continued to slowly stroke the boy, sliding his foreskin back and for over his growing cock head until he was stone hard. I leaned down in and offered my lips and Edward took the offer with enthusiasm, tossing his arms around my neck and raising his head to meet mine. We kissed heavily, mouths open and tongues working back and forth in one mouth and then the other. Edward's hips started to move, gently fucking my fingers as I jacked him off and all the while soft moans issued forth from deep in his throat. The boy finally broke the kiss and relaxed back on the bed. "Are you ready to be sucked Edward," I asked the young cutie and got a vigorous head nod. I leaned forward and offered him another peck on the mouth then slid down the bed until I reached his raging hard on. I rubbed on his inner thigh while I simply admired that which identified him as boy. Edward's cock, 5 inches give or take, bobbed with each beat of his little heart. His foreskin was partially retracted so the red tinged head was poking out slightly. His pubic hair was moderately sparse but had also started growing around the base of his cock and the beginning of his sac, which was still quite smooth and almost pink looking. The boys' balls were at full hang so I cupped and fondled the delicious eggs getting more moans. I finally leaned in, pulled the rampant flesh upright and swallowed him to the root. I loved sucking on boys cocks. Edward, and Willie, both had perfect cocks in my estimation. Between 5-6 inches long, a decent girth and a minimum amount of hair made them thusly. Of course nice sized sperming balls in a hairless and velvety soft sac added to the perfection. I kept Edward's foreskin retracted as I bobbed up and down on his favorite body part, tightening my lips when they passed the ridge of his cock head. "Oh fuck Lucian you better stop or I'm gonna squirt my sperm out," the boy finally panted. I did as requested and as I did Edward asked me to turn around so he could suck on me too. So, instead of sliding back up the bed I flipped around so we were both face to cock. The young teen went after my dick with his usual enthusiasm, rubbing it up and down his cheek before placing his mouth over the end and sucking on me. I did the same, draping my arm across his hip to fondle, squeeze and rub Edward's deliciously narrow butt and eventually working a finger inside his crack to rub against his puckered hole. We weren't at it very long before the boy stopped and rolled away from me. "Do you think I could fuck you tonight Lucian? My cock sort of needs to fuck." I laughed out loud and told him that I thought it a splendid idea. Every so often I'd have either Willie or Edward fuck me and since I now had a larger cock in the person of Jesse I was looking forward to having a larger one shoved up my fundament. That was assuming that the boy would be coming back with me after our trip. I asked Edward how he wanted me and he said riding him so he could jack my cock and watch me cum. I used some KY on my asshole and a little on his cock head then straddled him. I teased my hole with his cock a little bit before sitting down fully on him causing the boy to gasp as intense feelings shot through his adolescent body. I couldn't but inhale sharply too. I love watching a boy's face as he gets impaled by a cock or as he impales his own hard young cock into an asshole. I could well remember when I was that age and Edgar shoved his cock into me, or when I fucked another boy that I'd brought home to share with him. Once I was seated properly I began to move my ass around, taking Edward's cock with me before bracing my palms on his chest and starting to fuck him. All of the boys loved it when I did that, even the little guys although they didn't have much cock to work with. Edward put his hands on my hips as if to guide me but really, he just needed the extra contact. I leaned down and kissed on him a little bit before moving back into an upright position in order for the boy to work my cock which he did. Edward stroked my boner and felt on my balls, gently squeezing and tugging on the large, freshly shaved eggs. He had tried to raise up and suck on a couple of occasions but he wasn't able to, which was too bad for both of us. I worked my sphincter muscles as I fucked him, gripping and releasing, which had a two-fold effect. Besides working at getting Edward to cum it helped get me to the same place faster than usual. I tended to prefer to cum along with a boy, the feelings of my asshole or my cock pulsing was also was wonder for them. I elected to wrap my hand around Edward's small fist in order go even faster. I knew the lad wouldn't be able to last very long; what boy his age did. "I'm ready to cum Lucian," he finally croaked, trying to look at me through half lidded eyes. I moved his hand and took over on my cock, skinning my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. "Oh god it's so good Lucian, so good." A moment later he cried out and I felt his cock thicken against my hole. On the third such pulse I was there. I kept my foreskin retracted and a moment later a stream of thick white sperm shot out and landed on Edward's face. Remember, my cock was just at 9 inches long so it didn't have all that far to go before hitting the boy. Too, I tended to make a fair amount of liquid even on my second and third spermings in a given bout. I was blessed with 4 more squirts of cum that splattered all over the boys' chest and neck and all the while Edward watched silently. Well, not so silently since he was moaning and groaning. Needless to say it was all over and done much sooner than either of us wanted it to be. Still, I stayed in place and gently moved my ass around, hoping to delay the inevitable while continuing to create good feelings for the both of us. I leaned down and licked my sperm from his chin then kissed, the cute young teen responding in kind. It was great that the boys had taken to enjoying the afterglow and not just pulling out and going to sleep. Edward's cock began shrinking and the boy giggled which of course caused it to pop out like a cherry pit. I rolled off of him and went into my bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth to clean the boy up. I washed my hole as well then crawled into bed next to him to snuggle and cuddle, or huggle as Mathias had called it. "That was great Lucian," the boy said, "Thank you." I told him it was my pleasure as well so thank you right back sir. Edward yawned which prompted me to yawn so I rolled over and turned off the bedside lamp and we fell asleep with the boy backed up to me and my arms around him. The next morning at 8 Jesse and I rolled out in the Duesenberg with much waving and hollering from the rest of the boy crew. I had chosen the Duesey because of its comfort on a long drive. The boy was mostly quiet throughout the trip and which wasn't a surprise and was fine with me. We stopped to refuel and use the restrooms at Texas Fuel Company stations because I used their consumer card and thus avoided having to write cheques. Of course the fact that I owned stock in the company was also an incentive. "What do you think will happen Lucian," Jesse asked while we waited for our lunch to be brought. "I honestly don't know Jesse. It will mostly hinge on your mother's condition but rest assured I will do my considerable best to ensure your safety." Jesse got up from his chair, came around and hugged me and said that he was glad he had me to help him otherwise he feared the worst. I chose not to tell him that a plan had been fermenting in my head almost since I received the information regarding his fragile situation. We checked into the hotel around 3:30 in the afternoon, the manager greeting me warmly. "It has been too long Mr. Broussard," he said. "I know Maurice, it certainly has been." If he had any questions regarding a young boy being in my company he didn't show it. We were shown to our suite where the bellhop unpacked my bags and then exited, his hand grasping a hefty tip. I used the hotel operator to connect me to the law firm handling the estates and after some basic information was exchanged he agreed to meet us for dinner at a well-known and exclusive steak house not far from the hotel. That done I wanted to lay down and rest and persuaded an anxious and pacing Jesse to do the same. I stripped to my underwear and Jesse did the same and we crawled into the large bed. The phone rang an hour or so later, the front desk following up on my request a wake up. I elected to shower and Jesse joined me and while I would have loved to play with the boy he didn't seem too inclined to do so, even after one of my spectacular shoulder rubs. We left the hotel 45 minutes later dressed in fresh clothes, Jesse having packed all of his clothes just in case. The evening weather was balmy for a September barely half way gone, so I elected to walk and 20 minutes later we were escorted to a private room where Mr. Jonathon Wainwright the third was waiting. A man of middle age, he was dressed formally, as was common of those of his station in life. He greeted both Jesse and me somewhat stiffly which I attributed to his being a lawyer. We made pleasantries while a waiter took our order and as soon as he left we got down to business. "Let me say at the outset Mr. Broussard that my firm has given a great deal of consideration to the plan that your attorney outlined for me earlier today and I believe that it is a sound and viable plan, perhaps the only plan, given the circumstances. "Now on to the specifics. Mr. Smithson's last will and testament left everything to his wife," and here he nodded to Jesse, "Your mother Mr. Everson's, condition, as of early this afternoon, remains unchanged. It appears that Mrs. Smithson's, nee Everson's, finances were considerable in and of her own right. Further we have not been able to locate any family members other than," again he nodded, "Jesse. That means that he is the sole heir to his mothers' estate and by virtue of his will Mr. Smithson's estate as well." Wright paused for a moment to run through a sheaf of papers then handed me a single sheet that appeared to be a synopsis what the inheritance was. I coughed in surprise as it was easily more than what I had inherited from Edgar. A home on Beacon Hill, a 15 room apartment in New York City, a cottage in Newport as well as a hunting lodge in the Catskills rounded out personal residences. Between them they held tens of thousands of shares in solid companies, including railroads and shipping, which were weathering the great depression, if not with ease, then comfortably. There were commercial properties in Boston and New York. Then there were the art, antique, and automobile collections, the bank accounts, safe deposit boxes and in fact an entire bank. While not on par with the Vanderbilt's, Rockefellers or Roosevelt's, Jesse's net worth looked to be about 40 million dollars, give or take; a very substantial amount of money in any time let alone 1934. "This list does not include what was reputed to be Mr. Smithson's less public business interests which are also rumored to be substantial and most likely will never be assessed. Both Mr. and Mrs. Smithson had or have excellent legal representation and accounting firms not to mention adequate managers for various businesses. "The biggest issue at this point is that Mr. Everson cannot fully inherit until he reaches majority which in this case is 21. One of the things that makes your plan so attractive Mr. Broussard is that you are already wealthy in your own right and thus would hopefully have no financial interest in caring for Mr. Everson." Of all the discussion that had taken place, Jesse's ears perked up that. "What do you mean care for me? What does he mean Lucian?" Jesse was the most anxious I'd ever seen him. "At this point in time Jesse, you are a ward of the state because your mother is incapacitated. That means that if a caretaker cannot be found you might have to live in an institution." At that point the boy started to become animated but I held a hand up to him. "I have proposed that, with your permission, I will take over as your care giver and help manage your affairs until you reach legal age, which would be 18 at which point a substantial allowance would most likely be made available to you. At age 21 you would inherit everything from your mother and Reginald's estates." "You mean live with you Lucian?" I nodded my head. "Yes, that's what that would mean." As he had done earlier the boy got up and rushed around to where I was sitting and threw his arms around my neck and held on for dear life. Mr. Wainwright III looked on quietly until when Jesse sat down then went on. "You are correct Mr. Broussard that Jesse would begin an allowance at age 18 but there would also be a generous allowance to you for his upkeep." I waved that away. The waiters arrived with dinner so talk was light until we were able to tuck in then Wainwright went through other particulars which included maps and keys to all of the residences. "There is staff in place at all 4 of the residences and course you have free rein to visit or not at your whim as well as sell any or all of them. Jesse piped up and said that he wanted to get his clothes and some other things from the Beacon Hill home but other than that it could be burned down. Wainwright informed us that there had already been inquiries from people interested in buying it. Jesse said to go ahead and sell it but I suggested caution for the time being. "I'm sure that other things are going to come up so feel free to contact me at any time. If you are going to the house tomorrow I'll notify the staff." I suggested that wouldn't be necessary since Jesse was undoubtedly known by the staff. Jesse was quiet and reflective all the way back to the suite and I allowed him that space. Back in our suite I went to the bar and opened a bottle of wine. I use alcohol very sparingly but at that moment I felt it was necessary. I was surprised when Jesse asked if he could have a glass. "I was allowed to have wine and champagne on a fairly regular basis," the boy said in response to my raised eyebrow. "My mother and stepfather felt that it was part of a proper upbringing to know what wines accompanied what foods." I nodded my head and poured him a glass. We sat quietly on the sofa for a good minute or even 2 before Jesse spoke. "I knew we were wealthy Lucian, just not that wealthy. I didn't know that my mother had her own money. I knew about the house in Newport but not the hunting lodge or the apartment. I don't have any memories of my father or his family I only know about Reginald but knew he wasn't my real dad. He always treated me like a stepson, not mean but almost like ignoring me. Things got kind of shitty the past year or so and I don't know why." Jesse sort of rambled along, just talking, nothing of note. Then he mentioned Stevie and my ears perked up. "...at the private school we both went to. He was a new kid who had gotten in on a scholarship. We became friends right off the bat. He started coming to my house to help me with science but really it was just an excuse so we could be together. Reginald didn't care for Stevie from the beginning but didn't give a reason. We were up in my bedroom after school one day, Reginald was out of town as he often was and my mom was out somewhere. I don't know how it started but Stevie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "That was nice," I said. "I wanted to kiss your lips," Stevie replied and when I asked him why he didn't he said he was sort of afraid. "Don't be," I said. He leaned forward again and kissed me on the mouth and I did my best to kiss him back. "That was even nicer, I said" We began kissing again and since we were on my bed we fell on our sides and went at it hot and heavy. Steve's hand moved onto the front of my pants and began feeling me up and of course I was as hard as a rock. I moved my legs farther apart for him. I finally had to break the kiss because I could hardly breathe. I had never felt like that in my life. "Can we get undressed Jesse," Stevie asked me and I nodded my head. We rolled onto to our backs and quickly got out of our pants then moved back together to start kissing again. This time when Stevie started feeling on me I reached down and felt on his boner through his underwear. He seemed big and he certainly was hard and I could feel wetness around where the head of his cock was. Before I knew it Stevie's hand went inside my briefs and took of my cock and I thought I'd melt. Once again I had to stop kissing because it took my breath away. He stroked my cock for a second then moved his hand down and felt my balls. "I'm going to squirt Stevie," I panted. He took his hand out immediately. "I don't want you to cum Jesse, is that okay?" I nodded my head. Stevie then sat up and peeled his shirt off and I could actually see his boner pushing out the front of his briefs. I quickly pulled my shirt off and as Stevie watched me I fell back, lifted my butt up and stripped my briefs all the way off and lay back so Stevie to look at me. It was the first time that anyone had seen me naked and hard and I liked how it felt and I was glad that it was Stevie who was the first. "God you are so beautiful Jesse," he whispered then peeled his own briefs off for me to see another boy naked and hard for the first time. My heart was beating like mad. I loved how he looked and somehow I knew that I most likely would never want to be with a girl. It was something I had wondered about before but brushed off. Seeing Stevie naked changed all that. His cock wasn't much smaller than mine but he had a lot of thick black hair on his cock and his balls were pretty hairy. He even had a slight little trail of hair going up to his belly button. Stevie's chest was muscled and he had little wisps of hair growing there too. Stevie rolled into me and we held each other and began kissing again and it was just as hot and heavy as it had been. Stevie's hand found its way onto my butt to rub and squeeze it. My hand was on his naked cock stroking him. Stevie broke the kiss but moved his mouth to my neck and kissed me there which made me shiver like I was freezing. "I want to suck on you baby," the older boy said and didn't wait for me to say or do anything but moved down the bed, took hold of my cock and put his mouth over it. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The feelings were amazing. Stevie's hand moved to hold my balls and squeeze them and before I knew it they were giving up my sperm. I had not been making sperm all that long so hadn't learned about my body so when I squirted it was all of sudden and almost always a surprise. The other surprise was that Stevie didn't take his mouth away but kept it there and swallowed my cum. It finally began to tickle too much and I giggled and pushed his head away. Stevie moved back up and kissed me hard on the mouth pushing his tongue out against my lips so I opened to let it in and pushed my tongue against his. "Your sperm is almost sweet Jesse," he said after breaking away from me. "Did you like it; having your beautiful cock sucked. "Oh yes Stevie, it was the best feeling in the world." He asked if I wanted to try it on him and of course I did but told him I didn't know how to do it. He showed me what I needed to do so I moved down the bed and draped myself across his belly. I took hold of his boner and looked it over as I stroked him, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the red colored head. The head was all shiny from his leaking sperm stuff, what I would learn later was called precum. I leaned closer, covered my teeth with my lips and put my mouth over the head and began sucking cock for the first time. I let my tongue explore Stevie's cock head and was surprised at how velvety soft and spongy the flesh was. I stroked his cock as I sucked him, sliding his foreskin over the head into a nipple and sucked on that before pulling it back down to suck on the head. "Oh yes baby, that feels so good, keep doing that," Stevie moaned loudly. It made me feel good that I was causing pleasure for him and made me want to do even better. I felt Stevie's hand on my back then on my butt and again he felt on it and slid his fingers up and down in my crack. I couldn't imagine that he would want to touch my butt hole which was a testament to how naive I was. He didn't touch it though and kept on rubbing and squeezing my butt. My mouth started to get sore so I stopped and licked on his cock for a minute then felt Stevie's other hand in my hair. I went back to sucking him and he kept telling me how good it felt. I did the best job that I could but my mouth got sore and I had to stop. "My mouth hurts Stevie," I said as I moved back up alongside of him. He kissed me again then said that was okay. "How about you kiss on me and play with my balls while I jack off?" My answer was to put my mouth against Stevie's and do what he asked. My hand slid down his belly, touching his arm then wrapping my hand gently on his and letting move up and down as he jacked his boner. I moved away and went for his balls causing him to groan when I cupped them and tugged on them. We continued to kiss, continued to make our tongues poke and prod each other. Stevie finally turned his head away. "I'm close to cumming do you want to take over baby," Stevie panted. I nodded my head and put my hand on his again and as he slipped out from under me I gripped his cock and stroked it. I looked at Stevie's face, noticing his lips, his usually large eyes that were practically closed from the feelings, his somewhat pointy cheeks and the on his chin and jaw that would be stubble by the morning. I looked up at his hair, slightly long but pitch black with curls. I kissed him again causing him to groan. "Hold me tighter Jesse, go faster." I did as he asked and a second later he groaned again. "Oh fuck baby oh fuck," and his cock thickened in my hand and a long stream of sperm erupted from his cock head and splattered his chest. Stevie grunted and groaned as 4 more powerful squirts of cum shot out onto his chest and belly. When it stopped squirting and started oozing out I moved my head down and put it over the head. I felt the gooey warmth of his sperm on my tongue and swallowed it as more oozed out and I swallowed that. I kept my mouth on his cock but quit moving it around because I knew how sensitive the head would be. I finally got off the bed and got a towel from my bathroom to clean the sperm off of Stevie's body then lay next to him, my head on his chest. "You are such an incredible boy Jesse," he whispered then kissed the top of my head. "I hope you enjoyed doing this and I hope that you will want to do it again sometime." "I'll tell you more about him Lucian, about us, but right now I really feel very tired and want to go to bed," Jesse said to me. "Thank you for telling me about him Jesse. It's very clear that you miss him and I would be honored to hear more of your story." That said, the boy got up then bent down and kissed me goodnight, said thank you and headed for the bedroom. There were 2 of them in the suite and I was pleased that he chose the one where I put our bags. I watched him go, my heart going out to the boy for having had to go through what he had. I poured a second glass of wine and sat back down on the sofa and wondered where all of this was going to head.