Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 04:12:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Ahn Boys 9 AUTHOR CORRECTIONS: Most of you know that I've written the past 7 chapters in as many weeks. In my haste there have been some errors that need clarifying. 1) Lucian's last name is Broussard. In an earlier chapter it was McNaughton or something. 2) I commented that Jesse's accent indicated he was from somewhere south of Philly and we know that he is actually from Boston which is also where Lucian grew up 3) In the early chapters I indicated briefs as underwear when in fact briefs weren't invented until a few years after the story takes place. Underwear in general weren't worn universal until about the 1930's. ACCURACY: The automobiles described do exist; the "electrics" did exist as described; the cottages at Newport Rhode Island do exist although Maplewood Run is a fabrication. There may be other errors, please point them out if you feel compelled, otherwise just N-joi the story. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What can you tell me about the cottage at Newport and visiting it," I asked Jenkins. "Well, first of all, like most of the other so called "cottages" in Newport, it isn't; a cottage I mean; at least in the common sense of the word. Cottage denotes a small abode, typically not more than 5 rooms and typically a vacation house. Vacation house is the only part of the definition that fits the Newport house. "Maplewood Run is a sprawling pile of stone on 8 acres that has 65 rooms that makes this," he waved his hand to encompass the apartment, "and the Beacon hill house look like cottages. It has some 18 bedrooms, 7 of them full suites, more fireplaces than a small village and more bathrooms than a hotel, a ballroom, oh hell need I go on. It has a full time staff of 10 whose only job is to keep the place clean. When the family is in residence the staff is upped by another dozen or so which includes me, Darius and Gregory of course; always Gregory. Maplewood Run was built for Mrs. Everson's grandfather, Stanton B. Perry in 1870, before the Vanderbilt's et al started building their summer cottages there. Mrs. Everson spent months there every year as a child as well as during her marriage to Mr. Everson, but rarely did she go there after her marriage to Smithson. He knew there was no way he could ever get his hands on it or encumber it in any way so refused to visit the place and denied his wife the opportunity to visit more than a couple times a year. Jesse loves the place which is probably another reason why the man kept them from going there." "Is there an issue with Gregory," I asked Jenkins who shook his head. "Not with me. Smithson hated him and I think feared him and it wouldn't surprise me to discover that Smithson's murder had Gregory's little fingers all over it. I like Gregory but I'm very careful around him." I told Jenkins about the episode of the men breaking into the house and how Gregory had handled it. Jenkins chuckled and said, "See what I mean? He can be kind of scary at times but never has he given me or Darius anything but respect." "In any case, what I've heard is that he has a long time connection with the family, although I don't have a clue about what it is, and has been around since before Mrs. Everson was born. Further I've heard that when she married Smithson her father Edward Perry, told Smithson in no uncertain terms that Gregory was her man, could not be dismissed and would take orders from no one but Mrs. Everson. If something should befall Gregory in any way shape or form Smithson wouldn't see another full moon regardless of whether he, Mr. Perry, were alive or not. Apparently Smithson believed him. "But I digress. Typically when the family was going to head to Newport Darius and I are given a one week notice to get up there and ready the house. Mrs. Everson gets there, with Gregory in tow, spends a couple of weeks then heads back to Boston, all without Smithson you understand. Before he died her father and his wife would also be in residence but they met with a tragic accident about a year after she married Smithson." I asked if Smithson had any hand in that and Jenkins paused. "Anything is possible but I doubt since it happened while in India on business and I don't think Smithson's arm is that long." "Why the questions? Is Jesse clamoring to go to Newport?" I nodded my head, said that the boy had mentioned it quite a few times over the past couple weeks. "It is nice this time of year," Jenkins said. "Actually Darius and I wouldn't mind living up there full time and once you see the place you might well agree." I raised an eyebrow at the inclusion of Darius in his statement and Jenkins caught it. "Okay, so I should tell you that Darius and I are lovers, and have been since he was 15. I was responsible for getting him into culinary school, employment with some of the top chefs in the city and then his job here. I hope that won't influence you in any negative way." I shook my head. "I would guess that my relationship with the boys is fairly clear to you Jenkins and that includes Jesse which I'm sure you're also aware of. I think you and I see eye to eye on most things so no, I have no problem with your relationship unless or until it jeopardizes Jesse in any way. I don't see that happening but it bears saying." The man nodded his head. "And what about the brother's Lucian?" "That, quite frankly, has me concerned Jenkins, Clearly Gideon believes the sun rises and sets on me but it's a dilemma." I went on to explain my concerns about bringing 2 new boys into my house while the others still lived in a hovel and why I was reluctant to simply remove them from said hovel. I wasn't sure the brothers would want to leave New York although given my experiences with both of them I guessed they would probably be alright with it. "How many boys do I need to be responsible for is yet another question," I said, frustration evident in my voice. "Well," he said, "I see your point but try this on. How about them living here with me and Darius? Before we go further let me assure you that neither Darius nor I are attracted to boys. Yes, Darius was a boy when we first met and fell in love but it wasn't because he was a boy. He and I have been talking about the possibility of adopting a kid or whatever but that would mean leaving this job, which I really don't want to do and neither does he. Besides there is the little detail that we're a couple of queers who probably couldn't adopt in any case. "Too, we don't really have any purpose or anything to do. We just sit around and wait for someone to show up from time to time. Frankly it's a little boring but the money is good and it's like having our own place most of the time and a very nice place at that. I think that having the boys live here might be the solution that we're all seeking. It would give you and Jesse reason to visit more often." I felt a great weight lifted off of my shoulders. It just might be the answer, the issue of Gideon notwithstanding. I was surprised that the thought hadn't occurred to me. "You are a genius Jenkins. Thank you." We were sitting in the dining room having coffee. The boys had wanted to go over to central park to play and considering it was past 10 in the morning and plenty of people were out plus there was an entire crew of them, I felt it was safe. When I had woken up earlier it had gone just as Jamon had predicted. When Gideon woke up the little boy went to the bathroom, his cute little butt swaying as he went. I heard the toilet flush and then he came back, his softened cock bouncing with each step. Jamon was still sound asleep next to me when his brother climbed back into bed. "I can suck your pissy tail now Lucian?" "Do you really want to Gideon," I asked and he nodded his cute little head. I couldn't see any way out of it other than to just refuse which I didn't want to do for a couple of reasons, not the least of which was hurting his feelings. His brother knew what the boy wanted and seemed okay with it so I figured I should be too. "Go ahead Gideon," I told him. The little boy pulled the sheets back to expose my cock which was about half way hard. "You go pee first Lucian," Gideon commanded so I crawled over him, "Make sure you wipe it off too," he called out as I padded to the bathroom. I returned a moment later and had him scoot to the middle of the bed then lay down. "Do you know what to do, how to do it Giddy," I said and he giggled. "That's what Jay call me." I asked if I could call him that and he nodded his head and said yes but not the other boys. "Okay, here is what you do." I showed him how to cover his teeth, told him not to try and take too much or he'd choke, to go slow and remember to breathe. The boy moved downward on the bed then draped his upper body across my thighs facing me. He took hold of my cock which was fully soft, and wiggled it around a little bit. "It still floppy," he said, "You make hard so I can suck Lucian." "You sucking it will make it hard Gideon," I told him so he put his head down, opened his little mouth and put the cock head inside. As I said, I've been with plenty of boys, had my cock suck by more mouths that I can count but Gideon was about the best. Mostly was due to the fact that he was my first boy of another race but too the little boy was just plain to die for cute. Knowing that mine was the first cock to have those delicious lips pressed against certainly had a bearing on the issue as well. I watched my cock grow in his hand and thus in his mouth. The little boy bobbed his head more than anything else; doing what he assumed was cock sucking, which was partially true. When I reached full tumescence he took his mouth away to just look me over. To his credit Gideon stroked me as well, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. "Your pissy tail is big Lucian, and look how red he gets. Why it gets red?" I briefly explained trapped blood. The little boy continued to explore with his eyes, moved the foreskin back and forth as if he'd never see it done before. "Look the jizz is leaking," he said. Indeed there was some precum. Without another word Gideon licked the exposed head and cleaned off the clear viscous liquid, stopped to explore the new taste in his mouth then went back to licking all over the head. Watching his pink tongue dart about made me groan softly in pleasure. I looked down and saw that Gideon's cock had also filled with blood and was sticking out from his slender young body. I reached down and took hold of him in my fingers and thumb causing him to look down for a second to watch his cock get manipulated and opened his legs for better access to him. The boy was raging hard and moaned at my manipulation of his pissy tail. I found that description apt as well as hilarious. Gideon went back to sucking on my cock, this time moving his lips a little bit and also using his tongue. I assumed that Mother Nature was taking over and leading him to do what caused him pleasure. Gideon finally had to give up because his mouth got sore and the boy told me so. "You make jizz now Lucian?" "Well, perhaps we could wait a bit Gideon; how about if I suck your pissy tail?" For some reason that hadn't seemed to occur to the boy and his face lit up like a Christmas tree when I suggested it. He immediately crawled up alongside me and rolled onto his back. I slid down the bed and came face to face with his boyhood charms and charming they were. It was hard to believe that the cock I was looking at belonged to a little boy not more than 3 months into his 8th year. The quivering black appendage was pushing 4½ long, the foreskin completely covering the head, and the hairless sac that completed the set looked like the balls they contained had already dropped. I wondered briefly if the boy was a case study for precocious puberty, a term coined toward the end of the last century. I had seen photographs of examples of the phenomenon during my psychology studies and had even seen live a boy and a girl that were Gideon's age. I didn't dwell on it however. I took hold of Gideon's raging hard boner. "You have a beautiful cock Gideon, so hard and strong," I told him. I leaned my head down and took him inside, swallowing his cock to the root. The little boy gasped out loud and thrust his hips upward in reflex. I began to suck him, stroking him as I went. I pulled his foreskin back and worked on just the head causing him to moan loudly. I glanced toward Jamon who continued to lay there facing the other way, his breathing deep, slow and even. Gideon began thrusting his hips up and down, his hands on my head as of to hold me in place. I finally let go and moved between his legs and began licking his balls, pushing the eggs around in their soft satiny bag. I wanted to rim the little boy, to wash his virgin hole but I had no idea of his particular schedule or his hygienic practices so elected to not go there. I did however lift his balls and lick underneath them a little bit, picking up his natural fragrance, before moving to my knees. I bent down and took hold of his cock and licked all over the swollen and sensitive pink head before taking him into my mouth once again. Holding his skin tight at the base of his rampant cock and working primarily on the sensitive head. It didn't take long before Gideon was moaning loudly and thrashing about on the bed which of course woke his brother up. Jamon rolled over about the time Gideon cried out, his hands holding my face tight to his body. I felt his cock thicken of course and knew that the little boy was having his first cum. "Fuck Lucian you made Gideon cum," Jamon observed. I continued to suckle the boy, knowing it would soon be too much to bear and indeed he finally started giggling and reversed his hands to push my head away. Jamon had thrown the covers back and was slowly manipulating his fully hardened cock. I moved up alongside Gideon who literally threw his arms around me and kissed me ferociously on the mouth. The little boy didn't know how to kiss, that much was obvious, but his enthusiasm, his age, his adorable cuteness made up for it. "Oh thank you Lucian, thank you thank you." "You had a cum Giddy, just like I do when I make jizz," Jamon explained. "I did?" Jamon and I both nodded our heads. "Remember one time you asked my why men and boys did that? Well now you know; it's because it feels so good." "You mean I can make jizz now?" Clearly the youngling was highly interested in the prospect. "No," Jamon laughed, "only when you start getting hair on your pissy tail can you make jizz." I took the opportunity to correct the young teen. "Having hair isn't the main evidence of making sperm boys. Jesse doesn't have any hair as you well know but he does make sperm, or jizz if you will. It will happen when you get older Gideon, perhaps 11 or 12 and hair is just another sign that a boy is maturing. Do you remember how old you were when you first squirted Jamon? I was 12 years old my first time." "I was almost 12 when I first discovered my own jizz Lucian." "See there, Gideon, you have something to look forward to." The boy was thrilled at the prospect but said, "I can still have the feelings though, right?" "You certainly can," I said, "any time you want to and you can do it by yourself or with someone else like we just did." What he wanted then was for me to make jizz, or whatever it was I called it. I clarified things for the boy explaining that its technical term was sperm but there were lots of nick names for it and jizz was one of them, cum was another one although that word also was a verb that described the feelings that one had at the end like he did or when the jizz came out like it did for Jamon. "Okay but are you going to make yours come out Lucian?" "Maybe you would like to help make it come out Giddy," Jamon suggested. "Come on, I will help you." That said older brother began the time honored task teaching little brother how to jack off using my cock as the example. He put Gideon's small hand around my dick then put his hand over it and began stroking me. To say that was stimulating would underscore how it looked and how it felt. "It's called jacking off Giddy," the teen explained and it also has plenty of nicknames, actually jack off is one of them. It's really called masturbation." The words were mostly likely lost on the little boy who was watching the end of my cock with intensity as if expecting it to explode any minute. Of course he got both bored and tired fairly quickly and said so. "Sometimes other things could happen that helps the jizz come out Gideon," I said. Jamon took the hint and let go of my cock and moved up alongside my head offering me his thick monster. I took hold and stroked it a few times before taking him into my mouth. "How does that help make Lucian jizz," Gideon asked and Jamon said he would explain it later. My free hand had moved down to take over the job on my cock while Jamon took over jacking his cock so my other hand could feel on his heavy balls. That prompted the teen to tell his little brother that he could help by playing with ball, and holding them and things. "God Lucian I can't believe how sexy it is doing this with Gideon helping; damn." I was of the same feeling. Jesse happened into the room at that moment, his cock bouncing inside his underwear, and saw the show that was going on. "I sucked on Lucian's pissy tail," the little boy said with pride, and now we're going to make his jizz come out." "Can I help you Gideon," Jesse asked and got a head nod so he stripped his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Of course Gideon's attention went straight to Jesse's cock and he reached out to grab onto it. "You must ask first Giddy," his brother corrected. "Can I play with your pissy tail Jesse," he asked and got immediate permission. Jesse took matters in hand and began stroking my cock but moved in closer so he could suck it. Gideon apparently decided that his permission encompassed anything that had to do with the cock in his hand and immediately bent down and started sucking on Jesse, much to everyone's surprise and delight. I predicted that the little boy was going to one hell of a participant in whatever took place. Regardless of all that the entire scene helped get me close to cumming which I announced. "Do you want to make Lucian squirt his Jizz Giddy," his brother asked and the little boy nodded his head, after he took Jesse's cock out of his mouth that is. He got up alongside and put his hand around my cock and began stroking. In the transfer I'd lost some of my heat but Jesse helped get it back by putting a finger down under my nuts, finding my hole and rubbing his fingers across. He knew well not to try going inside for fear of what may well have been lurking there. Good choice. In less than a minute I was ready. "Okay Gideon it's all yours Jesse said. The little boy took hold of me and Jesse instructed him to hold tight on my cock and to go a little faster. He did as asked and 10 seconds later I told the crowd I was cumming. I watched through half lidded eyes, Jamon's cock still in my mouth, as my sperm erupted from my cock head. And it wasn't in single streams either but multiple globs and drops that rained down on my body. "Good job Giddy, keep going," his brother said. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out onto my chest and belly. "Keep going Gideon, don't stop," Jesse encouraged the boy. A second later Jamon said he was ready to squirt and took his cock away from my mouth but held right close to it. I opened wide and a stream of young sperm shot into my mouth, the tail end of it draping down over my lip onto my chin. At the other end it felt like Jesse had taken over jacking me off and I felt more cum leaking out as I got shot in the mouth with yet another copious amount of cum. I tried to swallow stuff but it became too much and started running down my lip and chin like water. I felt movement and saw Gideon put his fingers in my cum and explore it closely, feel its texture and even smell it. "You can taste it too Gideon, just like Lucian is tasting Jamon's' sperm," Jesse said but the little boy wasn't having any of that. Jamon finally backed off a little bit but kept stroking his black snake, allowing all the juice from his fat balls to drop out onto my chest. As it slowed down Jamon offered it to me again and I took it greedily, swallowing the sperm that he milked into my mouth. Jamon backed away and I let my hands fall to the bed. Jesse and Gideon let go as well then Gideon said to Jesse, "You make the jizz feelings for me?" Jesse looked to Jamon for confirmation and the older boy nodded his head. "Go ahead Jesse, it's his body; you don't need my permission." "Do you want me to jack you off or suck you Gideon?" The little boy elected to have his cock sucked so Jesse got down between his dark chocolate thighs and went to work. Like I had done, Jesse seemed to hold the skin down tight on Gideon's cock and worked the head. It only took a moment before the boy was thrusting hips, fucking Jesse's mouth and moaning. Shortly thereafter Gideon started doing the orgasm shake and squeal as he experienced his second cumming, no pun intended, in the space of 20 minutes. Jesse finally let go and Gideon just lay there on the bed panting. "Well, I need a shower and I'm betting that you all do as well," I said and moved off of the bed and headed toward the bathroom where I plopped unceremoniously on the toilet. As I sat there I wiped Jamon's cum from my face and smeared it on my thighs. He came through the doorway a second later. "That was intense as fuck Lucian," he said, seemingly not bothered by the fact that I was taking a shit. "I think that giddy is going to want to play all the time now, even with me." "How do you feel about that Jamon, both his wanting to play all the time and playing with you," I asked as I cleaned myself. "I guess if he wants to play with any of the boys or you that is okay. It isn't going to be okay for him to be with men like I do. As far as playing with him myself, I am not sure. We are brothers after all and that's not supposed to be okay." I got up and Jamon took my place, continuing to talk. The bathroom was starting to get a little rank but I continued to listen to Jamon reason through the issue. "I gotta poop too Jamon, hurry up," Gideon said as he trotted into the room, Jesse right behind him. "I'll get the shower going," Jesse said and went over to do exactly that. Jamon finished his duty, flushed, and Gideon climbed on the throne and began grunting. I elected to head to the shower as did Jamon, telling his little brother to make sure and wipe good. Then to me he said that Gideon didn't always do a real good job of cleaning himself sometimes forgetting completely. I nodded my head in understanding. We joined Jesse in the shower, talk was light, and Jesse allowed as how he wondered how Jamon's big cock would fell in his ass. Jamon said it was probably about the same as having my cock in his ass to which the boy laughed. Gideon was headed toward the shower and I quickly informed Jesse that the nickname Giddy was only to be use by Jamon or me as per the little boys' directions. Jesse nodded his head and said he'd let the rest of the boys know. Speaking of which I wondered aloud where they all were and Jesse said last he saw them Willie was getting ready to fuck Matthias and Edward was already fucking Frankie. "You know that all of them are going to want to play with you and Gideon," Jesse said to Jamon. "Me too," Gideon chirped in with, "I want to play with those boys too." "Yes, you too Giddy, we aren't going to leave you out of things," his brother said. "Now make sure you clean your butt hole real good okay?" The little boy said okay and went about the task with great vigor. We 4 were downstairs eating when the rest of the gaggle came down, hair still damp from the shower, ear to ear grins on their smooth young faces. They dished up from the sideboard, found chairs and each silently said grace to himself before digging in. "What are we doing today Lucian," Mathias asked and I put it back on the boys but only after stating that I wanted to take them to the Metropolitan Art Museum. "Can we go play in the park Lucian," Edward asked and got a round of "Yeah's". I asked Jenkins his thoughts and the result was go ahead, have fun be back in a couple of hours. After the boys left Jenkins had I had the discussion about Newport and as that wound down the house phone rang. "It's for you Lucian," Darius said. I went into the living room and picked up the receiver to hear AJ asking what the fuck I was doing in the city and I explained that I'd brought the boys down for some education and gotten my hands on a new boy, or boys in the deal. "Well, He said after the pleasantries were gone through, "We have a very good offer on the hunting lodge and I would like to move forward on the purchase the Beacon Hill home. If you are going to be back in Philadelphia I'd like to fly down tomorrow and go over the paperwork with you and maybe close both deals." "That would be great, perhaps if you consider flying down later in the day and spend a day or two..." I let the sentence trail off and AJ leapt on it. "That sounds good Lucian." He went on to tell me which aero park he would be landing at and we finalized the arrangements and agreed on 3 pm. "I'll look forward to seeing you," he said and we signed off. Back in the kitchen I explained to Jenkins and now Darius since he was sitting there, what the phone call was about. "The hunting lodge is great if you like being in the great outdoors and all that traipsing about the country side and shooting little animals for dinner sort of thing. It certainly is a man's sort of place. Not my cup of tea," Jenkins explained. "Oh lord no," Darius chimed with a limp wave of a hand, "Give me the bright city lights any day." I forced myself not to chuckle although I would eventually learn that Darius was very comfortable in his skin and his sexuality and could handle a little teasing on that front. "The Beacon Hill house eh? What prompted that," Jenkins asked. I told him that it was Jesse's idea, that the boy had no hope of his mother coming out of whatever place she was in and his memories of the house weren't all that pleasant." "So, what really happened up there Lucian?" I shook my head. "You'll have to ask Jesse about that Jenkins." He nodded his head then asked about Gregory. "I told him that he was welcome to move down with us if chose, Jesse wants him to live with us and his mother's will requested it, if possible. His big question was what would he do if he did live with us and honestly I don't know. Neither of us can picture him as a houseman for me. It's possible that AJ would offer him to stay at Beacon Hill but I don't know." "And I don't see you as needing a bodyguard," Darius added. I was curious about that statement. "Oh yes," he said, seeming to enjoy being in the limelight for the moment. "That was his primary duty, well, among other things." I was about to follow up on that when the boys came bounding into the apartment with all of the energy and enthusiasm that boys have and in the process giving no thought to the fact that they might be interrupting something. "Lucian can we go to the zoo," Mathias blurted out before he even had me in his sights. The kitchen was quickly filled with boys, the younger ones including Gideon, asking about the zoo. Fifteen minutes later we were across the street headed for the zoo. The next few hours were filled with questions, laughter, and more questions. Boys are typically interested in genitalia and body functions and what better place than the zoo to get one's fill of both. "I didn't know boy monkey's got boners," Frankie observed, somewhat loudly I might add. "All boy animals get boners goofball," Edward informed him. The boys were fairly well mesmerized by the sight of a male monkey diddling himself, as monkeys are wont to do. "Holy shit," was a comment heard when a giraffe decided to pee. I thought it was Mathias but wasn't sure. "How does he get it into a girl zebra's pussy when it's soft like that?" Obviously the male zebra had let himself out for air, and kept letting himself out." "Fuck how big does it get anyhow," Jamon wanted to know. I was curious about that myself actually but elected not to voice it instead saying, "Language boys." I got a couple of mumbled sorry's. Fortunately there was no other people close enough to hear us. There was more but you get the point. We were back at the apartment for a lunch of soup and sandwiches then back out and down the street to the Met, that is, the Metropolitan Art Museum. The boys were reminded at the door to keep their voices down and to watch their language. That speech was directed more to Frankie and Matthias than anyone else. It wasn't until we were headed back to the apartment afterwards that it occurred to me that Gideon had not hung on to me the entire day. He had been interactive with all of the boys, particularly Jesse and I attributed the change to his being allowed to express his sexual curiosity. Actually that wasn't quite it either. I believed that getting involved sexually allowed the little boy to let his guard down. The sexploration, if you will, overpowered the fear and uncertainty of his environment and at the same time allowed him to trust, albeit the latter wasn't a conscious decision or thought. We all know that a stiff dick hath no conscious but it clearly has the ability to provide other benefits, other than the obvious I mean. Dinner was superb, as usual, and this time we actually got Darius to join us. Interestingly enough when he sat down Gideon got up from the chair he was in moved to a chair next to Darius. The move was not lost on anyone in the room but thankfully no one mentioned it. During dinner I told the boys that we would be leaving in the morning to go home, that AJ would be flying down that afternoon and was planning on spending a couple of days. The table got suddenly silent. "What about Jamon and Gideon," Matthias asked in a soft voice. As I looked around the table the expressions on all the boys faces was identical and the expression was the question. What about Jamon and Gideon? The expression on Jamon's face was different. His was more of resignation that the past few days had only been a temporary distraction; a little break from their reality. It was too good to last and he and his little brother would be going back to the streets. "Well, I don't know exactly, I said. There are some options available." At that point Jesse, uncharacteristically, butted in and in retrospect I was glad that he did. "Why don't they just stay here Lucian?" Then to Jamon he said, "Why don't you guys just live here. The place is empty most of the time so Darius and Jenkins don't have anything to do. I'm not going to sell the apartment so it's just going to waste sort of and if you guys lived here then it would give us an excuse to come to the city more often." To me he said, "It makes sense Lucian, you know it does." Of course I knew that and even though Jenkins had suggested it earlier the fact was Jesse still owned the place and ultimately it was his decision. That he had voiced it before I had was perfect and I was very proud of him for it. "And besides Lucian, then Jamon and Gideon can go to Newport too." The boy looked me in the eyes. "I really want to go to Newport Lucian." His tone of voice and his expression told just how important that was to him. I elected to tackle that one first. "How about next week?" "Really; do you mean it?" I nodded my head. I thought he was going to knock his chair over trying to get out of it. A second later he was practically in my lap, arms around me, holding me tightly thanking me. "I know you meant it Lucian; you wouldn't joke around about that," he whispered in my ear. He backed away and kissed me on the cheek and wiped his eyes on his way back to his chair. "Well, that's one problem solved." I looked at Jamon with a raised eyebrow. "What do you say Jamon? Would you and Gideon like to live here?" Jamon didn't ask if I meant it he simply flew out of his chair and did what Jesse had done only he was flat out crying as he held on tightly and the rest of the crew clapped and cheered. Gideon appeared to be clueless to what was going on around him although he did ask why Jamon was crying. "Because he's happy," Darius said to the boy. Jamon backed away, tears streaming down his face. "I can't thank you enough Jesse, Lucian. I don't even know what to say." "How about yes," Frankie suggested and everybody laughed and Jamon all but shouted out yes. "Yes to what Jay," Gideon asked. Jamon went to his little brother and squatted down next to his chair. "Yes to you and me living here, in this apartment." The adorable young thing had a somewhat perplexed expression on his face. "With all these guys," Gideon asked waving his arm to indicate the entire group. "No Giddy, just you and me and Darius and Jenkins. Everybody else has to go home to their house." We all watched as Gideon sorted the information out in his head. "Not with these guys," he said pointing to us, "just these guys," pointing to Jenkins first and then to Darius. "Yes," his brother said. The little tyke looked up at Darius, wrapped his arms around Darius' arm and said, "Okay." And that was that. We all laughed out loud and I swear that Darius almost preened. After dinner we adjourned to the living room to talk about plans for Newport. Getting 3 adults and 7 boys plus luggage almost 300 miles was not going to be a simple task. Realistically it would take 2 vehicles and depending on how much stuff Darius would need to take, possible a third vehicle. "We're going to go upstairs and play in my room Lucian," Jesse finally announced and off they all went in a whirlwind of energy and noise. "Do we have any wine chilled" I asked and Darius immediately got up. "Three glasses please Darius." Nothing was said until 3 chilled glasses were filled and I offered a toast to the new parents. That got a laugh. "You were on the verge of telling me something before the boys interrupted us this morning Darius. Would you please continue along that vein." The man thought for a moment and I didn't get the sense that it was for drama. "Please understand that what I'm going to tell you was told to me by an old woman on her deathbed." He looked at Jenkins who had a shocked expression on his face. "Yes Harold," Darius said to Jenkins, then to me he said, "Mabel Hatten was old Mr. Perry's cook for a million years. She taught me a great deal about the family history and what I'm going to tell you she said nobody else in the world knew and she wanted someone else to know before she went to her maker. "A male child was sired by old Stanton Perry late in his life with one of house maids that had also been with the family for some years. She died in childbirth. This was some 13 years before his granddaughter Mavis, who is Jesse's mother, was born. Being a bastard child old man Perry couldn't legitimately, that is, publicly acknowledge the boy but he did plan on doing right by him, as much as he could in that society that is. "He encouraged Mabel to raise the child at Maplewood Run, which she did. The boys' name was Gregory." So, the niggling that I'd had at the back of my head had been on the money. "Apparently the boy knew that the old man was his father and knew that there was no way that Stanton would acknowledge that, still the boy loved the old man and by all account the feeling was reciprocated. The next part is a little queasy for me to even tell but apparently, in order that Gregory not be able to sire children who might have a claim to the family fortune Stanton had the boy neutered before his 2nd birthday." "You're kidding," I said, completely shocked at that revelation. Darius put his hands up as if to say he was only the story teller. "I don't know any more than that. I have no idea what measures were taken or even they were taken. In any case Stanton impressed the importance of family and taking care of family to the boy and when Mavis was born the boy was ecstatic with joy and pride. He treated Mavis like a sister. He was allowed to spend as much time with her as possible which was considerable. For the first 6 years of her life Mavis actually thought that Gregory was her brother. When Gregory turned 18 Stanton sent him away. Apparently a pact was made whereby Gregory would learn a great many skills that would be useful to Mavis with the intention of his being her "man" when she reached majority. By the time she reached 18 Mavis knew that Gregory wasn't really her brother and was simply Mabel's son but that didn't stop her from loving him and treating him like a brother. To my knowledge she had no idea that he was in fact her blood uncle nor did anyone else as far as I've been told. Gregory came to Mavis on her 18th birthday as her confidante, protector, personal valet, call him what you will but he stayed by her side, as we all know. To Mavis, Gregory was indispensable and was probably what helped keep Smithson in line. I was told that he went with her and Jesse's father on their honeymoon. From all accounts Jesse's father, Christopher Everson, thought almost as highly of Gregory as his wife did. Gregory was her pillar when her parents died and when Christopher died. "Mabel told me that Stanton Perry had a bank account set up for Gregory so that when the old man died Gregory would be taken care of financially. I have no idea how true that is, how true any of this is. I would imagine however that if it is all true then Gregory probably views Jesse as his charge now, especially since the boy is his only living relative." All of which was made clear in Mrs. Everson's note to her son. "So," Darius said, "The plot sickens." Indeed it got quite interesting, opened up a great many possibilities as well other questions.