Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 21:49:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Ahn Boys V The next morning after a small breakfast I drove us to the hospital to see Jesse's mother as well as her doctor. I had chosen that to be the first visit instead of the Beacon Hill house for obvious reasons. If she came out of her coma then there was no reason for Jesse to pack up things to move to my house. Too, the boy was aching to see his mother and to that end Jesse had remained quiet throughout the entire drive. The hospital, a sanatorium actually, was a non-descript two story brick building on 4 very well-tended acres completely hidden from outside view by shrubs, trees and hedges. I parked the car under the portico at the front of the building where we were greeted immediately by an older gentleman in a 3 piece charcoal grey suit. "Dr. Lieberman is expecting you," he said after I identified who we were. We followed him to a large airy room just off of the reception area and introduced us to the doctor who seemed rather young for such a position. "Well," he said after the introductions and a quick glance through a medical chart, "Your mother has not responded to any outside stimuli for 106 days Jesse." I was impressed that he was addressing Jesse and not dismissing the boy. To me he started talking about the brain and brain function but I stopped him. My second doctorate was in psychology, which I explained to him. He nodded his head genially. "I'm sorry to say that the chances of Mrs. Smithson regaining consciousness are very limited which is not to say that it's impossible. Indeed miracles do happen but they are just that, miracles." "I'd like to see my mother now," Jesse interrupted, standing up. If the doctor was shocked, surprised or offended at the boys' outburst he didn't show it. "Please," he replied, also standing, and waving his arm to indicate leaving the room. A few minutes later we entered another well lit room where a woman in her mid-30's lay as if asleep. Had her hair and face been done she would have been a beautiful woman but as it was she was still comely. Jesse all but cried out "mama" as he rushed to her bedside while Dr. Lieberman and I stood by essentially helpless. I waited a moment then signaled the doctor to leave the room with me. Out of ear shot I talked with the doctor about her care. Finally I said, "I do not want any more than 4 different nurses caring for her and never is she to be attended to only by a nurse's aide. If I have to hire nurses devoted only to her I will. I want her bathed and at least her upper body dressed daily and I'd like a beautician in once per week to have her hair and nails done, her hair cut at least every 2 months. She is not to have any experimental therapy without my express permission and definitely no electro-shock treatment." "The latter isn't a problem sir however the rest can be expensive," Lieberman said. I gently explained that my and Jesse's combined wealth was nearing 75 million dollars and that expense wasn't an issue while hinting that gouging wouldn't be tolerated. I then provided all of the contact information that he could possibly need and we returned the room where Jesse was leaned over and supposedly whispering into his mother's ear. The boy stood and looked at me, his face a mask of grief, and gently shook his head. "We can go now Lucian," he said, taking my hand. We both shook Dr. Lieberman's hand after he walked us out of the building. "That is an impressive and very beautiful automobile Mr. Broussard," the good doctor said. I thanked him then said, "If you can get Mrs. Smithson to come out of her coma I'll give the car to you." He nodded his head in understanding. Jesse didn't say a word until we got into the general area of his home and then began giving me directions albeit in a soft and somewhat resigned voice. As we headed in an upward direction the homes began to get bigger. He finally directed me through an open wrought iron gate where a 3 story stone and wood home sat perched like a queen. Large bushes and trees partially obscured her view and afforded some degree of privacy. The home, while large, was fairly basic; a square center with wings on both ends, lots of windows, stacks of fireplace chimneys and plenty of green lawn and flower filled gardens. I followed the circular driveway around and parked in front of the 2 steps that led to a set of large carved doors. We got out and as we hit the first step one of the doors opened and a man of about 45 in a striped suit stepped out. He was vaguely familiar. The shock on his face was classic. "Master Jesse," he said, his voice cracking, "You're safe." "Yes Gregory I am safe. How have you been?" Jesse's demeanor had changed appreciatively. "Worried sick sir; we've all been worried sick over the turn of events." The man's voice indicated relief and joy all at one time. "Gregory this is my guardian Mr. Lucian Broussard. Lucian, Gregory is the heart and soul of our house." "It is a distinct pleasure sir," Gregory said offering a slight bow but a firm grip when I offered my hand. We went through the door into a large 2 story foyer with marble floors and a wide staircase curving up alongside the left wall. Wood paneling was everywhere, arched doorways led away to a small drawing room, a hallway, a huge living room and who knew what else. At that moment a large middle aged black woman in a maid's uniform came into the foyer, saw Jesse and put her hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh my god in heaven; praise Jesus," she said and waddled quickly toward us. Jesse broke away went to her to be enveloped in her arms and held to her considerable bosom. Gregory and I watched on. They finally separated, both with tears streaming down their faces and the woman just looked Jesse over like a mother hen with her long lost chick which, I would learn, wasn't all that far from the truth. "I see you've grown some young man," she said approvingly. She then looked to me and her expression wasn't all that friendly. Jesse introduced us and she softened, barely. "How long will you be staying Master Jesse," Gregory asked. "How long," Bertie asked, clearly thinking that Jesse was back for good. "I will only be here overnight Bertie, two nights at the most. I will be living with Lucian until my mother regains consciousness or..." He let the sentence fall away, not wanting to speak the alternative. "Bertie," I began, "The estate has made me temporary guardian for Jesse. Because of my own financial interests and holdings I cannot relocate here so the only alternative is for Jesse to live with me. As you know he is now heir to a fortune and there are plenty of nefarious individuals that will try to take it away from him. It is important that he be cared for by someone who doesn't have any alternative motives and also has experience managing a large estate. I am truly sorry that you won't have the pleasure of his immediate company but there isn't any other solution." "Lucian is as rich as we are Bertie and his house is at least as large as this. Plus he's a professor and will be directing my education. It will be alright. Maybe you could come visit us Bertie." "Will you be staying the night then master Jesse," Gregory interrupted in an effort to re-direct the conversation. Jesse said that he hadn't decided yet adding that his more recent memories in the house weren't all that favorable. "Lucian and I will be staying for lunch and perhaps we could have a dinner that includes all of the staff." Jesse looked to me and I nodded my head. Bertie appeared to pick up a little bit at that news. "Meanwhile Lucian and I need to go through Reginald's and mother's papers and things." "I may be able to provide some assistance in that endeavor sir," Gregory said softly. "Let me get Hilda started on lunch and inform her about dinner and I will meet you in the library." Jesse led me off down a hallway and through a set of highly polished dark wood pocket doors into a library not much smaller than my own. Like mine it was filled with books as well as item of importance to the house's owners. We were joined about 5 minutes later by Gregory who closed the doors. As he approached he pulled an envelope from inside his jacket and handed it to Jesse. "I was instructed by your mother to present this to at such time as she was unable to do so." The envelope had a wax seal on it which Jesse identified as his mother's. He opened it and pulled out a single sheet of paper. "It's a cypher, a code," Jesse said. "To the safe in her bedroom sir," Gregory clarified. "There are things that your mother wanted you to know and which I am to clarify for you sir. After you've figured out the code and opened the safe perhaps we could chat." Jesse said that was fine and that we would be in his room. Gregory nodded his head. As we entered the foyer to start up the stairs the front door chimes went off. Gregory opened the door and 2 rough looking men pushed their way in. "What is the meaning of this," Gregory said with outrage. "We want the boy," one of them said reaching for Jesse. "I don't think so," I replied and stepped in front of him. He went to push me away but ended up on his back on the marble floor. His friend started toward me and in the blink of an eye Gregory had a large pistol out of his jacket and pressed against the man's temple. "Move and I'll burn you down," he said with menace. "Face down, now." The other man had gotten up and charged me and was tossed again by a simple hip throw. When he got up he kept his distance but put his fists up and approached me. I left my hands limp until the last minute then drilled him with a rapid 1,2,3 punch to the face before he could manage a swing. When he did swing, I rabbit punched him in the exposed kidney causing him to drop his guard which earned him 2 more punches to the face that dropped him onto the marble floor where he stayed, likely unconscious. "Harvard," Gregory asked and I nodded my head. "Class of `18," he said to me. I told him I thought I'd recognized him. To the man on the floor he said, "Wallet. Slowly." The man gingerly pulled out a long leather wallet that Gregory handed to me. I rifled through it, found a relatively fresh business card along with one of Reginald's business cards. "What is your purpose here," I asked. As the man that I'd knocked out started to rouse his compatriot explained that his boss had dealings with Mr. Smithson, mutual interests you might say. With Mr. Smithson's death a lot of loose ends were flapping about that needed fixing. I pulled out my own business card and gave it gave it to the man. "Tell your boss if he wishes to resolve his loose ends to contact me this evening at 8 pm sharp." I gave him the name of the hotel then added, "If I see anyone suspicious hanging around me or this house or the boy I will shoot them dead and sort it out later." The man nodded his head. After they left Gregory asked if the throw I'd used was Judo, which had been gaining popularity in the US since first being introduced by its founder Jigaro Kano at the turn of the century. I said that I'd had the pleasure of studying with the master for a brief period. I then complimented him on his quick thinking and the use of the gun. "I'm not just a simple houseman," he said with a sardonic grin. "Clearly," I replied "Do you know Gregory then Lucian," Jesse asked as we mounted the stairs. I explained that I had been on the boxing team at Cambridge for many years and that Gregory had also been there for the first year I was there. It was more like we knew of each other. At the top of the stairs Jesse led me down the hall of one wing to a large, well-appointed suite of rooms. It was a typical boy's room albeit it very neat and organized. Windows looked out on the back yard and gardens and both the sitting area and the bedroom had ornate fireplaces in them. Shelves built in around the fireplace in the sitting room held lots of books and other items. Jesse led me into his bedroom, another large well lit room done in light yellows and blues, dominated by a large bed with ornate bed frame. Jesse became pensive immediately. "This is where it happened Lucian," he said pointing to an area alongside the bed. There wasn't a sign of blood anywhere. I didn't say a word. I wanted to let the boy go in whatever direction he needed. Jesse was quiet for a long time and then, in a small voice he started. "After that first time, Stevie and I had sex whenever we could, most often here in my room but at other places too. He sucked my cock at school a few times and once we were caught by 2 other boys who were going into the band room at lunch for the same reason. When they saw us, my pants down and Stevie on his knees sucking me and jacking his own cock they stood right next to us and did the same thing. It was scary at first but became very sexy feeling. After I squirted my sperm into Stevie's mouth he started to jack off but the other boy doing the sucking asked if he could suck Stevie so we said yes. That boy got to his knees with his butt in the air and went right to it, sucking on Stevie who was still on his knees. I could see his balls hanging there and even see his butt hole. The other boy, who was smaller and younger than me and really cute, said that he didn't make any sperm and that the older boy really liked drinking a boys' sperm. We both had our pants down and were playing with our cocks. "You got a nice cock," he said, "can I suck on it?" I said sure so the boy dropped to his knees and started sucking me off. Gosh it was sexy feeling doing that; seeing Stevie get sucked on by another boy and me getting sucked on too. The little boy sucking me was moaning and jerking his boner and playing with my balls all at the same time. "The other boy stopped and told Stevie to cum in his mouth then went right back to sucking him and a little later, Stevie said he was cumming and starting moaning real loud. He put his hands on the boys' head and held him there while he fucked the boys' mouth and the boy didn't seem to mind at all. After it was over the boy told Stevie that he loved Stevie's sperm and any time he wanted his cock sucked to let him know. "After school that day we came here to my bedroom and started tearing each other's clothes off in the sitting room and all the while trying to kiss too. Once we were naked we flopped down on the carpet and were kissing and feeling and all that stuff. "Fuck I love you so much Jesse," Stevie moaned, "I can't get enough of you; I can't get close enough to your body or feel you enough or kiss you enough." He rolled me on my back then got above me and lowered his body until our hard cocks were mashed against each other. He kissed me hard on the mouth, pushed his tongue into me. My arms were around his neck and holding on while we ground our cocks into each other. "I want you to fuck me baby," he finally said. "I want to feel your hard cock in my ass. Will you do it Jesse; will you fuck me?" I had never done that before of course but said I would. Stevie asked if I had any slippery stuff and I said I had some hand lotion in my bathroom and went to get it. When I came back Stevie had me smear some on his butt hole than on my cock and he knelt in front of a chair and rested his chest on it. "Do it like this baby; fuck me like a dog." I got behind him and held my cock against his hole and pushed and of course it went in after a little moment. Stevie grunted and told me to wait so his hole could adjust to my fabulous boner. When he finally told me to go ahead I pushed my cock all the way inside of him. "Oh man Lucian, it was the best thing I'd ever felt, well almost. Stevie sucking my cock felt pretty gosh darn good. So anyway, I fucked him like that. It was amazing watching my boner go in and out of his butt. Stevie was jacking his boner and telling me how good it felt and to keep doing it and calling me baby and everything. Pretty soon I was panting as loud as Stevie was. Like always my sperm just started shooting up my dick without warning me. "Oh fuck baby you're making me cum you're making me cum," Stevie practically yelled. Then I felt his butthole squeeze on my cock a couple of times and somehow I knew it was from him squirting his sperm out. When I finally stopped having my cum I started to pull out of him but Stevie stopped me. "No baby not yet. I love having your cock inside of me so stay a minute please. When I fuck you someday you'll understand." I had never considered having his cock go inside me so I was more than a little surprised by that but didn't say anything. "I would love to fuck you someday Jesse," he said, looking back over his shoulder at me. "You are such an incredibly delicious boy. I know it's probably scary for you to think of, getting fucked, and that's why I will never force you but just so you know, when you're ready I'll be here and I'll be the best lover you could ever imagine." "My cock finally squished out of him and Stevie rolled to sit facing me, his arms stretched out. I moved, sat on his lap and we hugged and kissed. Stevie's hands were all over my back hugging and rubbing me. He finally stopped and I got off his lap and we went into my bathroom to clean up. I don't make much sperm so there wasn't too much of a mess back there but both of us had his sperm spread all over out bellies and chest. Afterwards we went to my bed and just lay there cuddling." "Oh Lucian, I miss him so much. I really think I loved him and I was so ready for him to fuck me that day." The sorrow in the boys' eyes and demeanor was unmistakable and I wanted to hold him and comfort him but he needed to make that move and he didn't. "There are clothes that I want to take with me Lucian. Honestly I have more clothes than I can wear and I wonder if some of them would fit the other boys." That said Jesse got up and I followed him to his walk in closet where we began to go through his things. His wardrobe was in fact extensive and none of it was cheap, even the "play" clothes. He was going through things as if he expected to never live in the house again and not just going away for a temporary stay. I chose to keep that notion to myself. Jesse asked my opinion about a variety of things; could so and so wear this, should I keep this, give this to charity, things along those lines. I offered my opinions without other comment until he had 3 categories of clothing; his, theirs, and charity. The same went for shoes of which he had a dozen pair including winter boots. "Do you think we could go up to Newport Lucian, I mean for a few weeks or something before summer ends?" It was about mid-June at that point. I said I didn't see why not but would that include all of the boys or just him and me? His response was immediate. "Why, all of the boys of course." I told him it was entirely possible but would take some planning not the least of which was how to transport 6 boys 300 plus miles although I supposed that we could manage it in the Duesenberg. We finished and went into Jesse's bedroom proper and he began sorting through things, setting aside those he wanted to keep. "Gregory knows about me and Stevie," the boy said in a soft voice. The statement had come out of the blue and so took me quite by surprise. Jesse came to where I was sitting in an arm chair. "He caught Stevie kissing me in the game room one Saturday afternoon. I went to him later to explain and he listened while I talked. When he was done he told me he understood the world of boys only too well, that he supported me completely in whatever I chose as long as it wasn't detrimental to my health and welfare and that I could trust him implicitly, which I already knew." Jesse was quiet for a moment then said, "He probably suspects that you and I are lovers Lucian. I just want you to know that." I thought that the term lovers might be a bit strong but let it alone and simply nodded my head. After a couple of hours Jesse rang downstairs and asked Gregory to come up and in short order there was a knock on the bedroom door to which Jesse called out to come in. Jesse then showed the houseman what he wanted packed to go with us and to charity. He clarified that the two piles that were going were to be in separate boxes and marked accordingly. "I don't think my mother will come out of it Gregory," the boy said sadly. "Just to be sure I'm thinking of keeping the house and staff although I might consider leasing it out." I was completely taken aback by the boys' acumen, not having had a clue that he would know anything about such things. Gregory nodded his head then asked if Jesse had figured out the cypher. "I had it figured out before I put the envelope away Gregory," the boy said with a grin. We all headed to his mother's bedroom where Gregory managed to move a section of built in shelves to reveal a wall safe. Jesse quickly manipulated the dial and opened the door. There was very little in it; another sealed envelope and a small box. The box contained keys to 3 safe deposit boxes and another that belonged to a master lock, according to the key. The envelope contained a slip of paper. Jesse smiled slightly after reading it and handed me the paper. Just below a combination that apparently went to Reginald's safe a sentence read; "You can trust Gregory with your life." That surprised me. "Where is reginald's safe Gregory," the boy asked. The man turned and left and we followed him downstairs to the library. Unlike his mother's safe this one was quite large and simply hidden behind a painting on a wall. Once opened it revealed a great many things not the least of which was an ivory handled 45 and a smaller .32 caliber pistol and stacks of money in large denominations. I had Gregory take the entire contents out and put it on a large reading table. There were a couple of ledger's with columns of number; there were contacts; bankbooks and a myriad of paperwork much of it not making a lot of sense. Gregory suggested that he might clarify things. "Reginald was involved in a variety of endeavors that were either shady or outright illegal which explains why those men were here today. I recognized them as a couple of low level thugs that work for a man by the name of Red McClosky, a local hood. I would guess that Reginald had or has something they want. Most of the money belonged to your mother Jesse and Reginald married her as much for her connections as status, and attempt to legitimize himself you could say. It worked to a degree." My mind was in a spin. Among other things, I recognized the name of the hood but couldn't place it. "Your mother is an incredibly savvy woman and as such Reginald never knew half of what she is truly worth nor the power that she wielded. She never trusted him but married him for a variety of reasons not the least of which was that she controlled him fairly well although he never really realized it. Her lack of trust was the reason that the only thing in her safe were the keys and the note." Gregory went on with a few more other observations then to me said, "You're going to meet with McClosky tonight at your hotel. I should go with you. You shouldn't be alone with a man like that Mr. Broussard." "Please Lucian," Jesse asked taking my hand. I nodded my head. Gregory went on to say that lunch was most likely ready. After lunch Jesse caught up with the staff while Gregory and I poured through the contents of the safe. It appeared that Reginald's fingers were in more pies than a baker. It turned out that he only owned a third of a bank, and was partners with McClosky and others in numerous businesses. McClosky's purpose was fairly obvious; he wanted control of Reginald's interests. Most likely he wanted them free of charge but equally likely was that he would make a low ball offer. When I asked Gregory what he thought it was all worth he gave pause then said, "Low end roughly 5 million; top end probably double that." I whistled. My mind was whirling. I absently picked up the smaller hand gun and in turning it around discovered that the numbers had been filed off. In that moment a plan formed. I discussed it with Gregory who nodded his head and smiled. "You are a devious man Mr. Broussard. Thoughtful, but devious." Indeed I was not a naif in the less savory aspects of life. I informed Gregory that I needed to make some phone calls and he courteously left the library. Dinner was served at 6:30 and all of the staff were present. There was a lot of talk but a slight pall hung over the event. Jesse was to stay at the house while Gregory and I went to the hotel and at the bottom of the drive I noticed a city police car parked across the street. Because he was driving I don't know whether Gregory had seen the figures of two men hidden behind 2 different clumps of bushes; Pinkerton's that I had hired. At the hotel we went through the plan again and at 7:58 my phone rang, the front desk informing me of a visitor. The knock on the door came 3 minutes later and Gregory answered. "Well Gregory," I heard a somewhat high pitched voice say, "I am surprised to see you here." "The torpedo's stay in the hall," was the only response Gregory gave. Red wanted to argue and Gregory said it was non-negotiable. Inside the door Gregory had Red submit to a quick pat down then led him into the living room where I sat in a wing chair. Dressed in a long formal overcoat with a suit underneath, his red hair was somewhat incongruent in that it was a rather unruly bush. McClosky offered his hand which I declined, pulling my right hand from my jacket pocket, ensconced in a white glove. "Infectious skin disorder," I said and he quickly jerked his hand back then sat on the sofa 10 feet away. "So, Mr. Broussard is it?" I nodded my head. The man all but stared at me for a moment then went on. "To business then. Reginald Smithson was a partner in various business endeavors with me and some others. We would like to have all of his interests released for which we are willing to pay a handsome sum." "How handsome," I asked. "We're thinking perhaps a half million dollars," he said somewhat smugly. I gave that some thought. "You're wasting my time McClosky. That sum isn't handsome it's pathetic and insulting." The man was shocked. He leaned forward. "We aren't on the streets anymore Lucian, and we aren't kids. I am not the person I once was." I chuckled. I had figured out earlier where I knew him from. I had beaten the shit out of him a few times when we were teens because he was a bully. The last time was when I was 22 and he had tried to hold up me and Edgar on a side street after a dinner out one night. "You're still an asshole Red." His face got as red as his hair. "I could have you killed just like that," he said in a rage, snapping his fingers for emphasis. His high pitched voice pretty much watered down the threat in my opinion. I pulled my gloved hand out of my pocket, the .32 in it, and tossed it to Red. In a typical response he grabbed it rather than get hit by it. At the same time Gregory pulled his own pistol and pointed it at Red's head from 5 feet away. "Go ahead Red; kill me," I said, relaxed in my chair. I let it rest for a good 15 seconds. "You have 2 options Red so listen carefully. Gregory puts a bullet in your heart, we then fire the .32 into the sofa and the story goes that I refused to pay you protection money and you tried to shoot me. Your prints are all over the gun and the numbers are filed off in typical hoodlum fashion. How does that sound Red; I think it'll play well." "What's the second choice," he said, sweat starting to run down his face. "8 million wire transferred into a bank account of my choosing. I'll give you all of the paperwork that Reginald has with the proper signatures and we're even. You have until 3 pm day after tomorrow or all of the paperwork goes to the feds and believe me when I say your name and others is everywhere on it. 8 million is a bargain Red and you know it plus you stay out of federal prison. What do you say; we got a deal?" "I can't do it; I need more time." I handed him a piece of paper that had the account numbers and bank. "I will call you at 3 pm day after tomorrow, Thursday, and tell you where I'll hand off the paperwork. Goodbye Red. Put the gun on the table before you go." He actually slammed it down, got up and stormed to the door and left, slamming it behind him. As soon as he left a Pinkerton along with a federal agent came out of the Master bedroom. "I heard it all Mr. Broussard. That was a masterful play," the fed said. "We will be outside the attorney's office and nab him when he leaves." That said we all headed downstairs. In the lobby another Pinkerton informed us that Red and his goons had left and the man was clearly in a rage. While we were upstairs the hotel had loaded my already packed luggage into the Duesenberg so all we had to do was go back to Beacon Hill, a city police car in front of us and a Pinkerton following behind. At the house Jesse all but ran into my arms stating he was glad that I was safe. We adjourned to the library, the Pinkerton from the hotel room included, where Bertie served warm angel food cake with a creamy drizzled frosting. We ended an hour later with a snifter of brandy. Don, the Pinkerton, said that he would be sitting in a small cloakroom at the foot of the stairs. "I don't want to sleep in my room alone Lucian," Jesse said as we headed up the stairs. I chose to say nothing but simply followed the boy. Gregory had suggested using the room next to Jesse's. I doubted that anything would be said when it was discovered that I hadn't slept there. Interestingly enough however, when we got to Jesse's suite of rooms all of our luggage was there. "I told you Gregory knows," Jesse said. We both agreed that a shower was in order. Like many homes of the day the shower was comprised of a curtain that encircled a claw footed bathtub. The shower was mostly uneventful although we did wash each other and afterward we climbed into his bed where Jesse immediately moved in close to be held and cuddled. I reveled in the warmth of his naked smooth body against mine. Jesse tossed a leg over mine which brought our genitals together so I slipped a hand over his tight little butt to encourage him to stay in place, not that I needed to. "Will you love me now Lucian," he whispered, "please?" Since my hand was draped across his butt I let the fingers trail down his crack to where his smooth soft balls hung and gently pulled on the eggs. I began kissing on his neck since it was right there for the kissing. I licked and sucked on his ear as well since it was in the neighborhood and on both I received a plethora of moans, shivers and wiggles. I moved my hand to push down between us and found his cock, already about half way hard and thickening still more as I held him. Jesse elected to move his leg from atop mine to allow me full access to his boyhood charms and access them I did. The boy was hung so well for one of his age, and the complete smoothness made it look all that much bigger as well as inviting. His upper body moved as well which ended up with our mouths together in a tongue battling kiss while I stroked his now full on hard cock. Jesse's hand fumbled around until he got hold of my cock and began doing to me what I was doing to him. I finally broke away from him and slid down the bed, stopping to use my mouth and lips on a nipple and getting a gasp. I didn't stay there long but continued to kiss my way downward all the while my hand was between his legs, rubbing his inner thigh, coming up to fondle his balls and tug them upward until they couldn't go any further then letting them down gently and repeating the process. I finally came to his cock, turned my head and took him into my mouth and began bobbing my head. Jesse gasped and pushed his hips up off the bed in response and moaned. I stroked him while I suckled, using only a thumb and finger so that the rest of my digits could continue to feel on and play with his smooth balls. I pulled his foreskin up into a nipple and sucked on it then pulled it back down, my lips following right along behind it like a thicker foreskin. I loved sucking Jesse's cock because of its size and of his smoothness. I finally took my mouth from his cock and retracted his foreskin then licked around the head and down the shaft and onto the beginning folds of his sac. I hefted the bag and licked an orb then pulled it into my mouth and rolled it a bit before letting it plop out. I had only licked on Jesse's hole once before and right then I was of a mood to taste his most secret spot again. I moved over his leg and Jesse moved the other one out farther to accommodate me and at the same time bent them at the knees, pulling them back and opening himself up more. I took a moment to admire his smooth balls, hanging against his smooth flesh. Gads what a beautiful sight a nice set of balls were, especially hairless ones that had a nice hang to them as Jesse's did. I moved in close and just pressed my lips against the velvety soft skin then nuzzled and pulled the skin with my lips. After that I began licking them, moving the bag of eggs around with my tongue until I lifted them and licked underneath. Despite having showered so recently there was a faint fragrance of boy; that intoxicating mix of sweat, balls, and asshole. I licked up and down his perineum, working toward his hole which was hinted at but still hidden. Jesse helped me out by pulling his knees back with his hands and exposing his tender puckered hole. Like most boy holes the area surrounding the outside edge of the muscle was slightly darker than the rest of Jesse's body but the muscle itself was a beautiful pink, about like the center of a medium rare steak. For me, a medium rare steak wouldn't taste better than the flesh before me. I moved all the way in and kissed the puckered muscle a couple of times then began washing it with my tongue and pushing my tongue against the tiny aperture as if to push my tongue inside of him. I loved rimming a young boy almost better than fucking him, but not quite and I dove into Jesse like it was my last meal. I licked and slurped over every millimeter of flesh, licked up his perineum to his balls and licked the underside of them and went back down. Both Jesse and I were moaning loudly and I was grinding my raging hard cock into the bed sheets. About 3 minutes into it Jesse told me stop. "Get the slippery stuff Lucian and fuck me, please, right now." The boy was so far into a fog of hotness that his voice was an octave lower than normal. I got off the bed and went to the douche kit in my luggage and snagged the tube of KY and went back to the bed, grabbing up one of our bath towels along the way. Jesse had reached between his legs and hooked his elbows behind his knees then grasped his ankle's to hold himself in place. His hole couldn't possibly be any more open or spread than it was. I got back on the bed and began licking his hole again while getting the top off of the KY and smearing my cock from head to root. "Hurry Lucian," Jesse panted. I had discovered from that first night that when Jesse was hot to get fucked he wanted right then and he wanted it hard and fast. His hole was angled up to me so I used the lubing fingers to get his hole covered with the residue that was there and, slipping a finger up inside him in the process. I got into position and my foreskin covered head against his flesh and pushed, entering him right away. I stopped moving to allow the boy to adjust to my size but Jesse wasn't having any of that, no sir. "No don't stop Lucian put it all the way in me." I did as he asked and drove downward until my balls were laying on his butt. I watched the expression on his face change as I buried myself inside of him and the change was remarkable. I pulled out about half way then plunged back in, following that rhythm for another minute or two before Jesse asked to let his legs down. I rested them against the front of my shoulders then leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed alongside his shoulders. "Fuck me good and hard Lucian," he panted, "fuck my boy ass hard, make me cry out." The only time that Jesse cursed was when he was like that, the sex hormones raging through his young body. I did as he asked and began fucking the living shit out of him. The primary sound in the room was that of our bodies slapping against each other and was accompanied by Jesse's grunts each time I thrust back inside of him. I swear that if anyone had been in the room next to us they would have heard the sounds. Jesse's eyes were closed mostly and when they were open they were barely so. He tried to smile at me but the feelings spiking and ebbing in his pre-adolescent body were pre-empting just about everything else. "I love it when you fuck me Lucian. I love your big strong hard cock filling my butt hole, stretching me out." I didn't respond because no words were necessary. I just continued to hammer Jesse's tight little ass as if there were no tomorrow, my balls smacking against hard enough to cause a great deal of pain if it weren't for the hard on. "I'm close to cumming Lucian," he panted, "Make me cum Lucian, I need to cum." I slammed into him, held my body pressed against his and rotated my ass in circles then went back to fucking him. I tried going in from one direction and then another, all the while keeping up the relentless pounding. I could feel my own orgasm building and knew it wouldn't be long before I flooded Jesse's body with thick gooey sperm. "Pull out and jack off on my face if you can Lucian," Jesse said. That was a first and it took me by surprise but I knew I could manage it. A second or eight later Jesse cried out and I felt his asshole grip my cock, relax then grip me again. "Ohhh god Ohhh god Lucian, Ohhh god," he moaned. That was all it took for me. I pulled out of him and began stroking my cock, Jesse's eye's open as much as they could be, watching. A second later a thick stream of cum blasted out and hit him square in the face. It was followed by 2 more before I slipped back inside of the boy and went back to pile driving his young ass. "I'm cumming again Lucian," he cried out. I knew he was only experiencing the feeling of cumming not generating more sperm. I watched his face as I fucked the rest of my cum into him. His eyes were closed because I had blasted both eyelids as well as his nose and mouth. As I've said, I produce a great deal of liquid. I finally began to slow down but continued to fuck him, continued to create feelings for the boy. I finally stopped and let his legs down but draped them across my thighs and leaned forward again. I snagged the bath towel and wiped my sperm from his eyelids so he could open them, which he did. I was still moving in and out of him, braced on the bed above him. Jesse reached up and put his arms around my neck and pulled so I leaned down and we kissed, my cum getting transferred back to me. I finally stopped and we both were quiet, Jesse continuing to look at me with a lopsided grin on his face. "I so love it when you fuck me Lucian. I like it okay when Willie or Edward fucks me too but I love you doing it the best. I hope that my living with you means that you will still do it to me." "I love fucking you too baby boy and I'm glad you feel the same way about it." I truly did but I also wondered how that was going to work out with the other boys since they all loved their private time with me. I had thought about that off and on for the past 2 days but rightly figured that it would work itself out one way or the other. Jesse then yawned hugely so I told him I was going to come out of him, which I did and we both moaned at the loss. His hole was red and the size of a good sized donut hole. I grabbed the towel and cleaned him up although there wasn't a great deal of cum running out of him. Using the other side I cleaned the rest of my sperm from his face, the boy allowing me to groom him. I then took his hands and pulled him and onto my lap. We kissed repeatedly, gentle kisses that said thank you. We then lay in each other's arms. "That was the best ever Lucian. I really needed to be loved." "You've had very intense emotional day baby boy," I said softly into his hair. "How are you doing with all of it?" He didn't say anything for a good half minute. When he did I was a little surprised. "You're right Lucian; it has been intense. I've thought about it and I think I just want to sell this house. I really don't believe that mama is going to come out of it but even if she did I wouldn't want to live here and I don't think she would either. It would be better for her to come live at your house, at least at first. I know which pieces of furniture mama liked best so I would like to keep those and move them to your house to at least store them. The rest can go with the house or we can sell it. What do you think Lucian?" I told him that I was on board with his thinking, the part about his mother living with us would certainly necessitate some changes although I didn't voice them because it wasn't necessary. I held little hope that she would recover either but chose to keep my opinion and thoughts to myself. "I think I want to give each of our staff enough money to live on for many years, maybe for life but I want Gregory to move with us. He was very important to mama and I think he's important to me somehow. Can we do that Lucian?" I was in agreement with all of it including Gregory because I too felt that he was important to Jesse and me in some fashion. I asked about taking Bertie and Jesse shook his head. "She mothers me too much Lucian. I love her to pieces but it would be very hard to be with you and the other boys in the house if she lived with us." I hope that the boy didn't catch my sigh of relief. "I want to keep the Newport cottage and the New York City apartment but I don't care about the hunting lodge and I know mama didn't so I want to sell it. Reginald has some cars in the carriage house Lucian and you can have any or all of them if you want otherwise I will sell them. Mama had quite a bit of jewelry so I must ask Gregory about that since it wasn't in the safe." "I would guess that her safe deposit boxes will reveal plenty of new information sweet boy. We shall tackle those tomorrow. As a matter of interest you will also be some 8 million dollars richer by this time on Thursday." Jesse rolled from me far enough to have eye contact, the brow of one eye arched so I explained. "Reginald's business partners decided to buy all of his interests; at least those that we have documented." Jesse smiled then rolled back into the comfort of my arms. "I'm pretty rich aren't I Lucian?" "Yes you are baby boy; yes you are. Very much so."