Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2024 18:58:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE AHN BOYS 50

The open house was considered an unqualified success. Our new `grandpa,
Mose, had helped get the word out by personally inviting the more prominent
members of our community as well as putting up signs in various places
around the small town that we were a part of. We laid out a basic tour
route through the house that would include the few empty suites and some of
the regular bedrooms, the living areas and kitchen. Although the kitchen
proper was roped off people could still parade past and ogle the massive
room along with its new inventions.

One of the pleasant surprises we discovered was a portable grill for
outdoor cooking or barbecuing. Naturally it used briquettes because gas
grills were still 20 years into the future. It was quite a bulky affair but
we managed to get it up out of the basement and onto the large terrace
where Cookie and Darius reigned supreme with burgers and hot dogs plus all
the usual fixings. We would eventually build a small outdoor building to
house the grill and to serve from in order to keep the charcoal smoke from
getting in the house.

The boys were tasked with leading tour groups of 5 or 6 people at a time
through the house and the Spirit's crew did the honors for the ship tours
which was probably more thrilling to our guests than the house. The crew
was decked out in their uniforms except for a pair of the crew who
delighted our guests by diving from the top spar into our lagoon. I have to
give them kudos for that. Not the dive, but the cold fucking water. The
boys wore their ships uniform as well so were easily identifiable.

We probably ran 300 or more people through the house and ship and seemed to
be welcomed with open arms by everyone we met. Often heard comments were,
"your boys are so polite," "you have a lovely home, or should I say
castle," the latter with a smile. To more than a few people I said that we
did own a castle but it was in England," of course they chuckled thinking I
was joking. Many expressed the wistful desire to go out sailing on the ship
but I took the comments to heart and brought it up to Skip.

There were a few questions regarding a houseful of boys, particularly since
they didn't look much alike. Other questions were about our wealth, where
we had moved from and why, what kind of business was I in and things along
those lines. I made it clear that I grew up in wealth and had inherited
it. I explained that 6 of the boys were wealthy in their own right and I
had taken on the task of raising them when their parents had passed on. To
those that asked, I told them we had moved here because the boys would all
be attending Exeter, which anyone who lived withing 500 miles was aware
of. They pretty much accepted that with our wealth and standing, Exeter was
a given.

During the tours we became acquainted with a handful of local commercial
fishermen and lobstermen who of course were quite taken with the Sea
Spirit. We made some connections for fresh seafood from a few of them much
to the delight of my talented chef. Along with that we learned that ice was
an infrequent commodity in the area. There were companies in Boston and
other nearby large cities that produced ice for delivery to customers but
there wasn't much profit to be made delivering it to our rural area. That
prompted us to build our own ice making company which only served to endear
us even more to our neighbors.

The ice making idea led to yet another business which was a
supermarket. Until the early 1900's groceries were sold by small mom and
pop stores that only sold basic dry goods. That changed on the west coast
around 1925 with the founding of supermarkets. We had them in Philly and in
Florida but the closest to Hampton was Boston, a hour drive. I chose to
talk with our local "moms & pops" to see if we could find a solution that
wouldn't leave them destitute yet enhance the range of foods available to
the community and surrounding area for 50 miles. For the most part they
were living hand to mouth so we came to an agreement whereby we would build
a larger and better equipped store. Our plan was to pay them a good wage
plus being able to purchase their own foodstuffs at cost. We had to limit
that amount of course, and that was 2 dollars per week. I spoke with the
local butcher who agreed to move his shop into our building in order to
promote one stop shopping. We'd found an empty building that had been a
grain store before the crash so picked it up and build the ice plant on the
site adding another item to one stop shopping.

When word of the idea got out I got inundated with requests from
neighboring farms. Lots of people grew their own fruit and vegetables while
other's raised beef or pork. Would the store be willing to sell some of
their products. No, we wouldn't, but if they wanted to set up stalls like a
farmer's market we would rent them the space and the price would be
negligible, as in, pennies or product. The person we hired as the manager
would maintain a schedule rotating the participants. Nobody grew enough
vegetables to run a stand full time so we had the farmers take turns. As a
result, some farmers expanded their garden's for more product. It worked
out great for everyone.

None of these things would makes much money but that wasn't the goal. Sure
it helped us but more, it helped others by providing a service and
convenience. Edgar had taught me from a young age that it was important to
give back in some way shape or form. I adhered to that philosophy and
instilled it in the boys as well.

All of that was a few months away.  Our primary goal was getting the
conservatory-slash-atrium built. After looking at various options I elected
to go with the original plan and locate it in the center of the U shaped
building. It would start on the floor above pool area and continue
forward. The ceiling would only be 1 story high at that point so as not to
interrupt the ocean view from the rooms above it. The entire outer wall of
the pool area would be removed and left open into the conservatory to help
provide humidity. From that point forward some 8-10 rooms would be removed
from the bottom 2 stories so the tallest area at the front would 3 stories
while the entire atrium would have 4 levels. Steps would lead from one
level to the other and in some places small balcony's would provide some
ambience. For the rooms and suites that abutted the atrium large windows
and French doors would open onto it. The entire ceiling would be a glass
dome with narrow wooden ribs for support that minimized blocking the views.
Throughout the atrium sections of panes could be opened to provide
ventilation as needed. The front would be a gentle outward facing convex to
better match the turrets, the portico's, and other small areas whose
façade was curved.

The reflecting pool outside of the swimming pool would remain but remodeled
to include a creek that meandered through the atrium and would also include
a small waterfall.

We would house the construction crew in the employee quarters and we'd feed
them. We hired plenty of locals to help with everything from actual
carpentry to clean-up and general grunt work. Among those were a few local
teenage boys. And of course Mose.

In early May we used our train and a couple of flat cars to transport my
vehicles up from Philly along with all of the boys' clothing, Ren Keiko and
Kenjiro along with Giselle. I would hire a moving company to pack and
transport some of the other things that I wanted including books and
furniture. An 8 foot tall grandfather clock was part of that move.

It had been great to see Gus, Max, Dalton and James again along with a new
train boy that they'd hired to take Cain's place. Gordon was 13 going on
14, dirty blond hair worn a little long, cute as hell and about Cain's size
but more masculine presenting.

The train crew stayed with us a few days so of course they got fucked 7
ways from Sunday. Gideon was excited to see Gus who declared the young
blackbird had grown some. Gideon, Frankie and Matty took care of Max and
Gus' sexual needs while the boys took on Dalton and James. Dalton had
really turned into the young adult, very confident but still very humble
and polite. James likewise.

I won't go into a great amount of detail. Like our other homes we had a
fuck room which had been a store room down by the swimming pool. The
obvious reason was that the pool had a decent sized shower, one for women
the other for men that each had 4 enclosed cubicles. We tore down the
cubicle walls and made it one large shower room.  I had considered using
the room that had been the bar but as a fuck room it just wasn't
feasible. After some thought I combined the bar with the existing library,
doubling it's size, and offering plenty of room for studying. Since the bar
was already plumbed we just put in a larger refrigerator for snacks.

Before we made it to the fuck room Gordon has asked if he could be with me
and naturally I didn't not refuse. "Dalton and James both said you have a
really big dick and you're great with boys." I thanked him for the
compliment then said I didn't know a thing about him. "Guess you're gonna
find out, huh?" I ruffled his hair and said I hoped so.

In the room clothes were being discarded and as per instructions put in a
specific place. That said, our boys came in wearing only underwear since no
staff was anywhere near where we were. Gordon and I did the same, although
I would have preferred to unwrap the boy myself. Standing there naked, I
admired him. Nice body, flat and taut, great groves separating hips and
pelvis and a nice set of plumbing.

Totally soft his uncut cock hung about 5 inches; his smooth balls were
hangers. The patch of pubic hair made a nice neat little dark brown patch
that had a ways to go before it encroached into the pelvic creases. When I
finally dropped my own underwear the boy gasped.

"Jesus fucking christ," he exclaimed, his blue eyes like pie tins in his
face. "Looks like a horse dick that I saw once." We commandeered a spot on
a mattress, a sheet already in place because my boys had been tasked with
preparing the room. When I asked Gordon if he liked to kiss he shook his
head.

"No, not really." Much as I loved kissing and making out with a boy I
wasn't about to push my own agenda. I don't work that way so we went about
playing touchy feelie. Between his fondling me and I him, I worked him into
a boner fairly quickly which wasn't significantly larger than when he was
soft.

As I started to stiffen, Gordon leaned down into my lap and put his mouth
over the end and started to suckle me. The boy did a credible job but then,
he'd had Dalton's cock to practice on, of that I was sure. I gently rubbed
my fingers through his thick blond hair as he did his boy magic on my
crotch. The boy managed to fondle and tug on my balls while he sucked.

When his mouth got sore it was my turn so I had him lay flat. Blowing a new
boy is always fun and Gordon had the kind of cock that made it easy. I
swallowed him whole all the while fondling his young sperm makers and
gently tugging on the eggs. I let a finger trail down along his perineum
but couldn't go far because of his position.

After a thorough cock sucking I asked if he liked to be rimmed and he said
he did. "I took a shower with the rest of the boys right after supper," he
told me. I knew that that they had. I suggest we to a 69 with me on the
bottom and he readily agreed. Thus I got my first glimpse of his butt which
confirmed my initial assessment that it was in fact a delicious set of
cheeks on a delicious young boy.

I do enjoy the view in the position; a boy in ready mode, his young balls
hanging before me waiting to be assaulted. I liked seeing his perineum,
splitting his nut sac in half then running up to the kernel of wrinkled
muscle that was the core of a boy. At the other end Gordon talked my cock
once again.

I gently pulled his hips down then raised my head slightly and took a swipe
at his hole, then another. By the 5th slurp of my tongue the boy was
moaning softly and sucking harder. Around us were the sounds of boys and
men going through the same things that Gordon and I were. A glance around
told me that the smoothies were giving both Gus and Max a good going over.

I worshipped Gordon's pussy to the best of my ability, not that I ever gave
less than that. It didn't take long before he decided his hole needed to be
plugged. I called for KY and a jar found its way to my hand and I applied a
liberal amount to my hand and Gordon's hole then asked how he wanted to do
it.

"Can we start with you on your back and me sitting on you," he asked, "then
move me to my back and fucked that way?"

"We can do whatever you want sweet boy." So that's what we did. So, he
straddled my body and went through the motions and all but screamed out
when my cock head slipped through his muscle and lodged in his ass.

"Gaaaaawwd damn," he exclaimed. "I never had anything that big go out let
alone go in." I practically watched his cock wilt right before my eyes. It
took a good minute before he decided to continue and even then he went
slow, very slow. It took another minute before he was seated on my lap.

"My poor asshole will never be the same." Gordon took a couple of deep
breaths then began to move his tender little ass, tender being quite
literal. The began to rise and fall but wasn't going far, maybe 4 inches,
as he slowly got his asshole acclimated to the invasion of the cock
monster. As said asshole acclimated his throw got longer until he was
freely moving his delicious little ass every way but Sunday.

"Now it feels good, finally," he said with a big grin. "Can we get me on my
back please Lucian. We could and we did, employing the usual gymnastics to
accomplish the task while still fully connected. Once there I stay on my
knees for a bit, holding his legs back, and fucked him that way.

"I can see why Dalton and James said getting your cock in their ass was an
accomplishment," Gordon said, "and that it gave a really good fucking once
you got past the pain." Indeed, on our journey I'd fucked both train boys
multiple times and was fucked right back by both teen cocks.

After a solid 4 minutes of pumping I placed the soles of his feet flat
against my chest and fucked the boy good and hard. A few minutes after that
I slipped my arms under his legs and really fucked the shit out of
him. Gordon emitted the usual grunts groans oh god's and the rest of the
standard getting fucked sounds.

"Can you pull out before you cum and shoot your sperm on my body and maybe
my face Lucian," he asked. I always aim to give my boys the best fuck I can
and in the manner that they want it so told him I could do that. All the
while the boy kept his hands off his bouncing boner. I guessed, rightfully
as it turned out, that he was waiting for me so he could jack off while I
splattered him with the elixir of the balls. I probably fucked him a good
10 minutes in that position before I was there and told him so. Two minutes
later I pulled out of him and began fisting my cock and Gordon did the
same.

"Get my face if you can Lucian," he panted. Both of Gordon's hands were at
his crotch, one doing the stroking and the other tugging on his nuts. I've
said before that I can be a shooter. Not always, but often enough and this
was one of those time.  Understand that, my knees were pressed up tight
against the boys' thighs so my cock was stretched out above his belly
button. I kept my foreskin back as I jerked so when I came, Gordon got his
wish.

The first 4 thick jets of sperm left streaks from his bangs to his chin and
down onto his neck. "Oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes," he groaned loudly then
cried out himself. I saw his sperm shoot out onto his upper belly where it
began mixing with my remaining squirts, another 3 solid streams of white
goo and from there oozing cum that dropped off onto his heavy belly and
chest.

Like many males do I leaned forward so I could drag my seeping cock head
across his belly, really mixing our sperm and spreading the stuff around
like a dog spreading his urine to mark his territory. I finally let go of
my dick and dropped forward to put my hands on the bed alongside him and
began kissing the boy gently on the mouth, then the tip of his nose and
back to his mouth. Needless to say I took back some of my cum in the
process. Gordon let go of his own cock and put his arms around my neck and
kissed me back with enthusiasm.

Around us other's had reached their own climaxes so there was plenty of
noise to verify that very fact. Still other's were still getting fucked so
the usual litany of words and phrases that reflected pleasure or made a
request, suck as, "fuck me hard", "pound my ass," and the like.

I finally backed away and hauled the boy to his feet then led him by the
hand to the shower.  The train crew stayed for 2 days during which we all
fucked like rabbits, nothing new there, and they left tired and drained.

Also in mid-May we took our first trip to Exeter, AJ and I transporting
Willie, Jamon, Tobias, Jesse, Cody and Edward in the Rolls.

I had worked under the headmaster Alfred Perry, a very distant cousin to
Jesse's family, and had gotten along quite well with the man. He seemed
genuinely pleased to see me. He and I had coffee and chatted while a senior
student took the boys on a tour of the school. He knew about the hotel
being purchased but didn't know it was me. Naturally he was curious about
the boys so I explained the story to him. Normally the school would have
tested the boys to see if they qualified but knew my abilities so simply
accepted them. Naturally, at a $1000 per boy, who would refuse them. He
told me that the school now used the Harkness method of teaching which was
12 students seated at an oval table with a single teacher.

"It is a much more democratic method of teaching and learning with
everybody contributing and asking questions. What happens at the table,
however, is, as Harkness intended, a "real revolution. It's where you
explore ideas as a group, developing the courage to speak, the compassion
to listen and the empathy to understand. It's a collaborative approach to
problem solving and learning. We use it in every discipline and subject we
teach at Exeter." I thought it fascinating.

Alfred asked if I'd be willing to come teach a class or two, which I
gracefully declined because of my circumstances and he said he
understood. I did offer something I'd been considering.

"However Alfred, I would be willing to offer a seamanship class to 8 or 10
boys at a time." I explained the Sea Spirit and how my boys had all
benefited a great deal from the experience. We batted around some ideas
about how we'd go about it and the general thought was that Exeter would
treat it like a regular class. We'd take them out on weekends for a
specified amount of weeks and possibly during the summer for a few weeks at
a time. We'd treat it like a regular school semester. That way we could
rotate through more boys provided the interest was there. Obviously it
would require parent's permission.  Optimally they would spend the night
with us on a Friday and we'd return them Sunday evening or even Monday
morning. God knows we have the space." I suggested he come out to the
house, take a tour of the ship then decide. We set it up for the upcoming
weekend.

On the way home the boys were pretty excited about their tour. Their guide,
Christian, introduced them to other students who were very welcoming,
including Jamon. My black teen said that while there weren't many black
students, he didn't feel looked down upon or ignored by white students and
in fact was treated like the others. Furthermore, he said, more than a few
boys glanced at the front of Jamon's slacks.

"Did you know Lucian, that boys who live at the school don't actually live
there but live with regular people in the town?" I did know that. After all
I did teach there. Dormitories were still 5 years out. I had considered
offering our home up to 3 or 4 boys but that was far as I got for the
moment. We would eventually come back to that.

"He didn't really come out and say it," Willie said, "but I guess there is
a lot boy sex going on." Having attended and taught at private boys schools
I was well aware of that fact but kept it to myself.

Alfred and his wife Elsie showed up the following Saturday and got a tour
of the house and the ship. To say they were impressed would be a vast
understatement. By then we'd filled the living areas with lots of large
potted plants such as Palm trees, Monstera, Dieffenbachia, bird of
paradise, Elephant ears and giant golden pothos among others.

"And you did a 7 months sailing adventure," Elsie asked as we toured the
Spirit, and I nodded my head. "Gads that would be exciting." I assured her
it was. Alfred declared that a semester class for qualified students would
be a fantastic opportunity, fully supporting the idea, and said he'd send
out letters to families of students with a plan for beginning it in
September. I had spoken to Skip about it and he was all for it if for no
other reason it would keep the crew busy. We even discussed a summer trip
to England to visit Agatha and the boys and once again, Alfred would see if
there was interest among the parents of students.

We had a family meeting where I ran down the idea of sailing groups of boys
during the school year. I also asked if the group would like to sail to
England and visit Agatha at the beginning of summer. The response was a
resounding "yes". I also brought up the notion of taking on a handful of
boys from Exeter School. The response was more subdued because of the
unknown factors. What if a boy is a dick. What about sex stuff, and other
concerns along those lines.

"Maybe they could stay here with us for a week," Willie suggested, "or
maybe we could like, interview them first then have them stay with us."
Jamon jumped in with,

"Maybe we could make a list of questions to decide who to interview then do
the rest." The boys thought that both were great ideas so we got busy
creating a list of questions. "Why do you want to sail with us."  "How will
you handle interpersonal problem if they come up", "You will have to share
rooms or beds with other boys, how do you feel about that." They didn't ask
about nudity because it would be rude. Besides that, they knew that boys
swam naked during swim classes as well as having to shower with other
boys. I sent the list of questions to Alfred who approved of our
process. Also, he knew most of the boys' personalities so had an idea of
who might or might not fit into our group.

Something else I decided to do was purchase a pair of 1934 Ford 3 window
coupes. I needed to have some inexpensive vehicles for the staff to go
about their errands. I wasn't going to let them drive the Rolls, the Deusey
or other high end automobiles. The second reason was it was time to teach
the older boys how to drive. We would task Gregory with taking the lead on
that exercise although both AJ and I would also take a turn at it which
meant that the 3 of us had to have a dialog that provided the same
information.

We bought property that bordered our and thus added to our overall
acreage. Darius indicated that he'd like to grow some of his own spices so
a section of the Atrium would be devoted to that.

In addition we purchased a plot of land to build an aero field. Our air
company had begun purchasing the DC 3 for our longer flights due to its
ability to carry more people as well as twice the fuel of the Boeing so
twice the flying distance. We also got one for our personal use. The main
reason for building the aero field was for our own use having brought our
Comte AC3 down for Willie's training. But we also allowed others to use it
although use by others was very rare. Nobody needed to fly into
Hampton. Eventually the wealthy parents of students would use the field
since there was nothing in Exeter, even in Manchester. I made sure that
Alfred Perry knew that so he could relay that information to such families
that had the wherewithal to fly their kids in not drive them.

Along those lines, AJ got Willie back into the air and the boy got his
pilot's license just as summer was starting. AJ had already gotten Willie
some time in the twin engine Boeing but during that summer he focused on
the DC3. Jamon was interested in learning to fly, as was I, so AJ began the
process with both of us.

In mid-May Blaine drove up from Philly with 3 women he'd selected to handle
our housekeeping chores. All 3 spoke decent English and all 3 had worked in
the Ahn sex business. Not as sex workers but housekeeping so were used to
being around adults having sex with minors and had no opinion on the
topic. In other words, they'd keep their mouths shut.  He also brought his
own little sex toy, a preteen boy and a young one at that. Cute little
fucker though.

Thomas was a blond haired blue eyed boy that was younger than Matty who was
not quite 10 years old. He seemed as sweet as cotton candy, very
polite. The boys took him under their wing while Blaine AJ and I talked. In
short things were going very well in regard to our Chinese businesses. Rent
was being paid on time as were loans and nobody seemed to have any
complaints. He brought up the fact that there were a number of properties
for sale or in foreclosure in the Chinese district and did I want to do
anything about it. I asked him to use his best judgement but added that
giving low-ball offers was preferable to paying full prices. He agreed.

Right off the bat we made Chen the liaison for the housekeepers. If the
language barrier got in the way they were to ask for Chen's help with the
situation. As it was he touched bases with them weekly to see how they were
doing.

After our various guests had gone Gregory cornered me for a word. "Chen is
wondering if he could be with you for the night Lucian," he said.

"Of course he can Gregory but he has to do the asking."

"Yes, I know, however he's afraid you'll reject him because of his and my
relationship and you not wanting to offend me. I told him I was fine with
it but he retorted that you might not be."

"Well, I can understand his feelings. Perhaps you can reiterate to him that
it's his responsibility without telling him I already said yes." Gregory
agreed it sounded like a plan and would do that.

I knew that Xiou Chen rarely slept with any of the boys and hadn't been
with me or AJ since before we sailed to Europe. I also knew Gregory's
limitations but Chen was devoted to Gregory and had insisted that he was
happy and nobody doubted that. Still, needs were needs.  So it was that, in
the game room after dinner, the China boy came to me with his request. And
of course I said yes.

"Will you let me give you a massage too?" Chen had a lot of experience at
massage and as such had very strong hands for a 13 going on 14 year old.

"How could I refuse," I said with a grin adding, "why would I refuse?" I
finished my game of chess with Jesse then elected to shoot some team pool
with Willie as my partner while Gregory and Cody played against us. Game
night was a requirement for all the boys and had been since the
beginning. They were all pretty good at chess, backgammon, as well as stud
poker, cribbage and now pool.

We all finally tromped downstairs to hit the swimming pool before play
time. Like all of the boys Chen had grown as well. He was taller now,
closing in on 5'6 or so. His cock was now a solid 6 inches and fairly fat,
his balls had fully dropped and he was sporting pubic hair and of course
shooting sperm. Of all the boys, Chen's genital growth represented the
biggest change.

After a suitable amount of playing around we adjourned to the showers and
then the romper room where everybody connected with everybody else. I noted
that Tobias had sequestered himself with Gregory. Way back when I'd had a
discussion with Gregory about his preteen lover being with the rest of us,
even though such encounters were very limited. He had assured me then he
realized that the boy had needs that Gregory simply couldn't meet, through
no fault of his own. He had no jealousy issues regarding Chen's getting
those needs met.

"I am so grateful to have him in my life and I know that he loves me like
no others, as I do him. I would walk through fire for him but make no
mistake, my support for him know no bounds and that doesn't come from a
place of weakness but strength."

Chen and I found a somewhat secluded corner and he began to work his magic
on my neck, shoulders, and back. I noticed a increase in his finger
strength and realized that the hand exercised Gregory had him doing were
paying off for him and for anyone under his hands. The oil he was using had
a very relaxing fragrance and between that and his hands I could have
fallen asleep under his ministrations. Until he flipped me over to work on
my chest, then my feet and ending with my crotch.

Chen didn't use oil there except for my balls and that very sparing. "I so
love your sacred stalk Lucian," he said. "It gives me much pleasure to look
at and to bring to life." Indeed, it was inflating at a moderate rate and
that accelerated once the Asian boy took the swelling head into his mouth.

Because of Chen's upbringing and thus courtesan training he was very adept
at foreplay. He could swallow well over half of my fully tumescent cock and
not choke to death. He could take me to the edge, back off then take me
there again. I had no idea what or how the boy was taught but whatever it
was, they did an incredible job.

Once he was finished sucking my cock Chen slid up my body, his own body low
enough that it slid against mine. He stopped above me and lowered his head
and gave me some teasing pecks on the mouth. "Do I still please you lord,"
he asked in a coquettish voice.

I didn't correct him for the use of the world `lord' because he was playing
the role of a courtesan. "I am not sure boy," I said. "I'm considering
beating you for your lack of ability. Bring me your worthless cock." Chen
slid up the bed until he was straddling my chest, his chubby cock bobbing
in front of my face. Yes, the boy had definitely grown.

I took hold of his rock hard cock and brought it toward me as I raised my
head and took him inside. Chen leaned forward to feed me and proceeded to
do just that. I clutched his tight little ass as he fucked my face, all the
while moaning softly to himself. I moved a hand in order to cup and fondle
his balls and got more moaning.

Chen finally pulled back then turned around so my cock was in his face and
his ass was in mine. He placed one foot flat on the bed then lowered his
waist as his mouth captured my cock. I raised up and went to work on his
pussy, licking and slurping the entire area. I wet a finger and gently
inserted it into his smooth hole while pulling his cock down so I could
worship it while I fingered him. Chen moaned softly and sucked with more
vigor.

I sensed that foreplay was going to be kept to a minimum but enough to
raise his heat level preparatory to getting fucked. I knew that Chen hadn't
been with anybody but Gregory for at least 2 months and I knew that the
man's penis wasn't up to the task of offering a level one fuck. Yes, it was
satisfactory for Chen because it was Gregory but a boy needs a royal
fucking from time to time and with me, Chen was going to get it.

I pulled my finger out of him and went back to rimming him and about 2
minutes later he pulled completely away from me. He used massage oil on his
hole then my cock and straddled my waist but his position was just below my
dick so his was sprouting up between his legs. He maneuvered himself so my
cock was between his balls and his thigh then began moving around, taking
it with him. He pressed his legs together which held my upright prick
steady then gently rose slightly then relaxed and did it again, and
again. It was like fake fucking which acted as a bit of a teaser for
him. When it was time, he moved.

With Chen, the situation was a bit of a contrast. On the one hand he'd been
trained to put his own needs and desires on the shelf in order to please a
man. On the other hand he did have needs and desires and satisfying them
was also important. Fortunately with our group and me specifically, the
boys' needs were first and foremost. That isn't to say that neither me nor
AJ couldn't and didn't ask for specific things during our sexual encounters
because we did, but most of the time we followed a boy s' lead. Thus was
the case with Chen.

Asia boy turned around so his back was to me then reached behind himself,
grabbed my throbbing cock and aimed it to his asshole. As my cock head
touched his flesh he stopped and held it there then stoked me a half dozen
times. He finally moved his hand up and began teasing his hole with my
cock, moving around, getting the tip of the head into the orifice and
backing off only to do it again. He finally stopped and pushed his ass
against me and was quickly impaled. His response was a deep "Oohhh".

It was a visually hot position for me. Actually having a clear view of my
cock go into a boy was very stimulating, seeing his tight little hole
getting spread wide open was a thrill. Few boys went that route so it was a
rarity for me.

Once inside, Chen wasted not a moment before slowly deepening our
connection. Again, having a clear view of his body gobbling my cock up like
a sword swallower was rare opportunity. "You're poking my heart Lucian; I
can just feel it. And I love it. I've missed him being inside of me." He
began to move his ass here there and everywhere, working my cock like floor
shifter. He was able to reach underneath and cup my balls and gently fondle
and tug the large eggs. Again, a rare occurrence.

Chen fucked me like that for a few minutes then decided to move. Staying
fully seated he used my cock as a pivot point and gently turned himself
around to face me and after some minor adjusting leaned forward and planted
his mouth against mine and began kissing me with a lot of passion. I kissed
back, made my tongue engage in a faux battle with his while my hands roamed
up and down his back, onto his butt, then further down to explore where our
bodies were connected. My fingers probing around his asshole caused him to
moan deeply.

"Goddamn I love this Lucian," he finally said in a husky voice then began
to move again. His hands remained on the bed and his body was almost right
up against mine as he began to moved his tender butt all around. He finally
sat upright and went about it that way. His body rose and fell, his chest
began filling as his breathing became deeper and more rapid. After a good
5-8 minutes in that position he wanted to move.

"Let's get me on my back Lucian so you can fuck the living shit out of
me. We went through the usual gymnastics but took a breather after I was
upright and seated. Like the rest of the boys, and we men, Chen loved the
position because it created absolute closeness and the ability to be fully
dicked and be able to hug and kiss to one's heart's content. After a
suitable amount of time we completed the transition. My arms went under his
skinny legs and I proceeded to acquiesce to his request and fuck the living
shit out of him.

Around us everybody else was either fucking or moving into position to
fuck. The moans and groans were a clear indication that everybody was
having fun, and who wouldn't; right. The whole bunch of them loved sex
second only to eating, which they also did with plenty of vigor. I've
always said, there are two surefire ways to a boy's heart. One path through
the mouth and the other through their cocks. We had yet to try both
simultaneously but I could see it happening.

I won't belabor the act. It took a solid 5 minutes of me pounding his ass
hard, alternating between fast, slow, side to side as well as horse fucking
which is slowly withdrawal then full power thrust back in. Chen was almost
sobbing with pleasure by the time he literally screamed out as his body
shook with a powerful orgasm. My cumming, while not as powerful and all
encompassing as Chen's, was still enough for me to see stars ever so
briefly.

When it was all over Chen thanked me again for such a rousing
fuck. Everyone one knew that Chen only slept with Gregory so as the party
was breaking up Gideon asked if he could share my bed.

"Not to fuck Lucian, just to cuddle." He paused then added, "unless
something comes up." More and more when the boys made that request it was
more about cuddling and kissing. That wasn't to say that, as Gideon had
said, that sometimes something came up and we moved in that direction.

After our typical post fuck snack Gideon and I headed to my suite. Before
going to bed we went up to my private deck and just stared out at the
ocean. It wasn't all that warm, being late May, so we went back downstairs
and snuggled in my bed.

We chatted briefly about our daily routine and after a quiet pause Gideon
said, "You know Lucian, I can hardly remember what our life was before you
saved us. I can't even picture my mother's face any more."

"Are you saddened by that in some way sweet boy?"

"Sort of, in a way. I think I'm more sad about losing her face in my mind
than actually losing her. Our life was horrible and I know it would never
have gotten better. Jay and I have talked about it and he feels the same
way. We are both very grateful you found us and took us in and you treat us
just like all of the other boys." I didn't respond to that because my
little blackbird wasn't looking for one.

"What do you think we'll be when we grow up." What I didn't tell him was
that, in his will, Gerald had left the brothers, and Chen, each 1 million
dollars and Augustus had left the brothers each 3 million. I had kept them
in separate investment accounts which meant that when Gideon turned 18 his
money would be double. Jamon's wouldn't earn him that much since he'd get
his in 4 years. Still, it would a very healthy chunk of change.

"Well Gideon, you know my first answer is going to be, "whatever you want
to be", but what that actually means is I don't know. I guess you'll find
something that interests by the time you're college age and even then, your
thoughts and dreams might change. His response was,

"I guess I should start thinking about it." I agreed with him but added
that he didn't need to spend a great deal of time on because his ideas and
plans would change as he got older.

A few days later Alfred phoned me and said they had a group of a dozen and
a half boys ready for us to interview. All of the boys' parents had given
permission for their sons to go with us if chosen. My name and our
corporation was not an unknown quantity so many parents knew of me and
others knew me personally. I got contacted by more than a few fathers who
wanted to put in a good word for their boys. Some of them hinted that
choosing their boy could benefit us both financially. While the financial
part wasn't of importance to me, I did take to heart the things they said
in favor of their child.

After checking with Skip we would be choosing 8 boys for the summer
session. Those that didn't get chosen would likely be 1st on the list for
September.

So it was that we all tromped to Exeter and interviewed each boy
individually. We met with all of the boys, one of whom was the boy that
gave our boys the tour. After we gave a speech to the group about the trip
and the type of boy we'd prefer to have with us they all waited outside the
room we were interviewing in. Willie cornered the tour leader, whose name
was Jonas. According to Willie he said he told Jonas gotten the feeling
from him that sex among the boys was fairly common. Jonas grinned and asked
if that was going to be a requirement to which Willie said no but it was a
consideration but that even if a boy didn't participate he could be trusted
to keep his trap shut.

"Every boy that you'll interview is a player which is the reason why some
of them even applied. But I can recommend 3 others, besides me, who would
be a perfect fit all the way around." Jonas then named and described the
other 3 boys. We did the interviews, were impressed with all of the
boys. After each interview we each gave a boy a rating from 1 to 5 with 5
being the highest.

Everybody liked Jonas so he was first. Without knowing his recommendations,
we all agreed on those boys along with 4 other boys along with 4
alternates. We made the announcements before we left and arranged for them
to come stay with us for a week.

Our boys were: Jonas-17, Hudson-14, Trask-14, Charles/Chucky-15,
Forrest-13, Franklin-16, Clifford-16, Theodore-13.

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