Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2004 00:02:38 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Samurai Inc. 26" t/t, oral, anal, celebrity

Samurai Inc. 26
By David
DAG1064@aol.com
T/t, oral, anal, incest, and celebrity.

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters with the exception
of Billy Gilman are not real.  Billy Gilman's appearance in this story does
not imply that he is gay.  To my knowledge Billy Gilman is not gay.  He is
an exceptional singer and I wish him well.  This is written in Sammo's POV.

Samurai Inc. 26


	It was a few months after the England trip we told you about in
chapter 24.  Things were slow, most of our friends were either working in
the recording studio or taking much needed breaks at home with their
families.  There was no doubt that we were in a slow period right now and
while that was kind of nice I wanted some action.  Sometimes I really do
need to be careful of what I wish for.  It might not what I want it to be.
	Case in point, I am now at twelve thousand feet in a Delta Airline
jet with Shiro at my side.  I am headed to the Keole Family home on
Kauai. My mother called to tell me my Grandfather is dying.  It was one of
his final requests that I be there.  According to Mom, it caused one hell
of a fight between my father and grandfather, but my grandpa won out.  I
knew I was in for a hard time and having Shiro with me would help me
through it.  I was glad he was there.  I felt his hand around mine and I
looked over at him.
	"Hang in there, Sammo.  Everything will be fine," Shiro said.
	I nodded.  "I hope so."
	I turned back to the window and looked out.  It was now late
afternoon.  We left Denver early morning after getting the phone call.
Shiro had flipped on the computer as I was talking to Mom and ordered us a
pair of tickets to the Island of Kauai with an open return.  We'd take a
heavy jet out to the main island first, and then get a smaller plane to
Kauai.  I was getting tired of traveling and wanted to be there right now.
I looked up as the seatbelt lights came on.  Good.  We were landing at
last.  I put my belt on and watched out the window as the plane came down
for a perfect landing.  We got off and headed for baggage claim to get our
duffle bags and then head to the check in for the next flight.  It turned
out to be a seaplane.  I smiled at the sight of it.  I'd never been on a
seaplane before so this would be an experience.  We boarded, and by some
weird stroke of luck, we were the only ones on board.
	"I can drop you on the beach in front of your house sir," the pilot
said to me.  "All I need is the coordinates."
       That worked out better than I hoped.  The hatch closed and the plane
fired up the engines.  It turned toward open water and took off nice and
smooth.  Shiro punched in something on his GPS and then showed it to the
pilot.  He nodded his head and turned back to his controls.  Shiro sat back
down next to me and for the next two hours held my hand.  He didn't have to
say anything; his holding my hand was comforting enough.  It also gave me
strength for what was about to happen.  I looked up as Shiro nudged me.
The plane was beginning to descend and I looked at my dive watch.  The time
was nearly six in the evening.  I watched as the water came closer and then
we were right on it.  I blinked.  This guy really knew his stuff.  I hardly
felt any bumps from the landing.  The beach got closer and then we were on
it.  Shiro and I climbed out and shouldered our duffels and waded through
the surf as the plane managed to turn around and plowed through the surf
back out to sea.  A moment later it lifted off into the night sky.  I
turned around and looked up the beach towards the house in the distance.
Shiro followed me up the beach to the house a quarter mile away.  I could
see people on the back porch.  As I got closer, I could make out my
parents, an older brother, and an uncle.  I took a breath and let it out.
I was really nervous now.  I could feel Shiro's hand on my shoulder and I
turned to see him there.
	"I'm right here," he said quietly.
       I turned and walked up to the porch.  Mom was the first to see me.
Dad just glared at me and then walked away.  Mom hugged me tight.  My uncle
and brother Chris shook my hand.  Then I heard a noise behind me and I
turned to see Grandfather standing there.  He looked old.  I could feel
tears in my eyes as I walked over to him.  We hugged each other.
	"Welcome home Grandson," he said.
       I was home again.


	Shiro stayed out on the porch as I helped Grandfather back to his
bed.  He lay back and sighed as I made him comfortable.
	"Thank you Sammo," he said.  "I am happy to see you again."
       I smiled.  "I'm glad to see you again, Grandfather."
	"That face you make, do I look so old to young eyes?" he asked me.
       I sighed.  "I've always remembered you as a strong person, able to
go all day without stopping.  It's hard for me to deal with this."
       He took my hand into his.  "You must understand that this is all a
part of life.  To the well ordered mind, death is but the next great
adventure."
	"I know, but it's so hard to accept it," I said.
	"I will never be gone.  I will live on inside of you.  I will be
there when you need me most.  I am a part of you," he said to me.  "I
accept you for who and what you are.  You cannot help what you are.  All I
wish for you is to be a good man."
	"Thank you Grandfather.  I guess I needed to hear that," I said.
       He smiled and patted my hand.  "Good.  My time is not yet come.
There will be plenty of time for us to talk."
       I stood up and kissed him on the forehead.  "I love you,
Grandfather."
       I looked to see Mom and my Uncle Gordo standing there in the
doorway.  They smiled and nodded at me.  I walked out into the hall and
Uncle Gordo followed me.
	"Just to let you know I accept you as well.  Just about everyone in
the family does, except your Dad.  After all, it is your business and your
life, not his.  If it comes down to it, I will try to kick some sense back
into my brother.  He was always stubborn, especially when we were kids.
Gave my parents headaches sometimes," Uncle Gordo said.  "For now, I
decided to put you and your partner into the guest house at the edge of the
property.  Your Dad shouldn't give you any problems there."
	"Thanks Uncle Gordo," I said.
       I walked out of the main house by way of the glass sliding door and
went to the guesthouse.  I found Shiro unpacking our duffels in the
bedroom.  He turned to me as I walked.
	"I'm okay," I said.  "Gonna be hard to deal with this."
       Shiro nodded then hugged and gave me a gentle kiss.  I looked into
my love's eyes and a smile joined the tears trickling down my cheeks.
	"Thanks Shiro," I said.
       I went back into the living room area and sat down in a recliner and
let my mind wander.  Memories of days past came back to me and I smiled at
each one of them.  I thought about Grandpa and the good times I had with
him when I was much younger.  I always remembered him as a strong man, able
to keep up with us young kids, able to go all day long without stopping.
It was hard to see him being so old and knowing his time was coming.  I
dreaded it.  I didn't want him to die.  I wanted him to live forever.
	I looked up as Shiro sat down on the couch next to me with a cup of
tea.  I nodded and took it from him and sipped it.  The sky slowly turned
dark outside as the evening shadows grew.  Shiro stood up and turned on the
lamp in the living room and then got busy with the fireplace.  As he
stepped back after replacing the screen in front of the fireplace, the
front door opened and my Father walked in.  I stood up and faced him.
	"Hello, Dad.  Nice to see you," I said.
       He crossed his arms.  "I want you out of here at first light.  You
do not belong here."
	"I am a Keole.  I have every right to be here.  My Grandfather is
dying, and I wish to see him before he leaves this life," I said firmly.
	"You are not a Keole.  I declared you dead a long time ago," Dad
snapped.
	"I feel sorry for you," I said, changing tacks.  "It is too bad you
hate your son so much that you have become the kind of person I detest the
most."
       Dad turned around and stomped out.
	"That went well," I said, turning around.
       Shiro sighed.  "Just try and be nice to him, okay?"
       I nodded.  "I will love.  I'm kind of tired so I am going to bed.
See you in the morning?" I said.
       Shiro smiled.  "I'll be in with you in a few minutes.  I want to
call Dad back home."
	"Okay.  Tell him hi for me," I said.
       I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed.  I hoped tomorrow
would be a better day.  Sometimes things do work out and sometimes not.


	Shiro and I walked into the house the next morning after having
breakfast in the kitchen of the guesthouse.  The house was full of family
and I was glad to see them all.  I spent a few minutes saying hello,
shaking hands, hugging people, and introducing Shiro.  My father constantly
hovered over me and I knew why.  He was making sure I didn't try anything
with the younger boy cousins and that annoyed me.  I have Shiro, why would
I want any one else?  I blew it off and then led Shiro down the hall to
Grandpa's room.  He was sitting up, a couple of pillows supporting him.
Mom, Uncle Gordo's wife, and one of my younger nephews were in the room.
Mom stood up to say hello to me.  Dad had followed us down the hall and
stood at the door.
	"Mikey leave the room please," he ordered the boy.
	"He is fine son," Grandpa said.
	"I don't want him in this room with him," Dad said, pointing to me.
	Grandpa sat up.  "I wish him here.  Anybody is welcome to be in
here.  Now leave."
	It seemed to me Grandpa was on a short fuse this morning.  I
wondered if he had an argument with Dad last night.
	"Sammo, get out of this room," Dad ordered.
	I faced him.  "No."
	Next thing I knew I was face first into the wall.  Dad had grabbed
me by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the wall.  Now he was
dragging me out of the house as I followed him, dazed.  Once the morning
air hit my face, I snapped to.  I managed to break his grip on my shirt and
returned the punch, a hard right into his face.  Dad staggered back and
before he could return the punch, Grandpa's voice rang out.
	"That is enough!" he shouted.  "Sammo, are you okay?"
	I turned to look at Grandpa.  "I'm fine, Grandpa.  Just need to
clean up a bit."
	Grandpa turned to my Dad.  "I will deal with you later."
	He turned and went back into the house.  Dad turned back to me and
unleashed a verbal assault that had the smaller kids running for cover.  I
stood there with arms crossed and stared him down.
	"You know, I've fought against some of the worst humanity has to
offer, I never thought you would be one of them.  You proved yourself to be
not human," I said then turned around and walked away.
	I didn't look back.  If I had, I would have seen Dad standing there
looking totally shocked.  I was actually handling this better than I
thought I would.
	I went back into the guesthouse and stripped off my shirt.  There
were a few bloodstains on it so I tossed it into the sink.  I wiped my face
off and then got a clean shirt from my bag and pulled it on.  I went back
into the living room area and was surprised to see Mom and Uncle Gordo
there.
	"Are you okay son?" Mom asked.
	I smiled.  "I'm fine, Mom.  Just a little bruised."
	"I'll kick his ass," Uncle Gordo growled.
	"Leave him be, Uncle Gordo.  He'll come around eventually," I said.
	Mom sighed.  "I hope so."
	"Just give him a little time is all," I said.
	Fate sometimes has a tendency to speed things up, even if we don't
want it to.  I had no idea I'd prove myself very soon, and get help from an
unexpected source.
	Shiro and I would join Grandpa on the porch whenever he wanted to
sit outside during the day.  He told stories of his youth growing up in the
Hawaiian Islands, and even though I've heard them countless times before I
still enjoyed hearing them.  Shiro enjoyed hearing them as much as I did
and the younger kids would sit quietly and listen, too.  Naturally Dad was
watching me.  What the hell, does he think I'm gonna try something in front
of everybody?  He was starting to drive me nuts.  I managed to keep cool
and continued to listen to Grandfather.  When he got tired and went in,
Shiro and I headed down to the beach and walked along the shoreline.
	Uncle Gordo and one of the older cousins came down with the younger
kids and watched them play in the surf.  The scene looked so calm and
peaceful.  I relaxed a little and felt the tension flowed right out of me.
Shiro put his arm around me and I felt even better.  Uncle Gordo came up
next to us.
	"Did I tell you guys about the big luau going down Saturday night?
Supposed to be a big celebrity there," he said.
	I grinned as I turned to Shiro.  "You got to see this.  Gonna be
lots of fun."
	"Can't wait," Shiro grinned back.
	I had to laugh at his expression.
	A Hawaiian luau has to be the best party one can find here in the
islands.  Tons of food, good music, great dancing, and the shows featuring
traditional dances and song is the absolute best part.  I wondered who the
celebrity would be.  Well, I'd find out when we got there.  I couldn't wait
for Saturday to come.
	"Is Grandpa going?" I asked.
	Uncle Gordo nodded.  "I think it will be the last time he will be
leaving the house, guys.  Don't ask me how I know this, I just do."
	"Then we'll have to do what we can to make it a good time for him
then," I said.  "Where's Uncle Joe, by the way?"
	Uncle Gordo sighed.  "I can't tell you that, Sammo.  Sorry about
that."
	"No biggie, hope he shows up," I said.
	Uncle Gordo smiled.  "So do I."
	I turned to see one of the younger kids racing through the surf and
laughing excitedly.  The day was starting to get better.


	Saturday night rolled around.  Grandpa was looking very good,
almost like the person I remembered.  Shiro and I rode with Uncle Gordo
while his wife drove a car full of kids.  Uncle Gordo suggested it was to
keep the peace with Dad.  I agreed with the idea.  Best not tempt the
fates.  We got there and Grandpa was led to the Honored guest's place.  He
definitely was in a good mood and Dad seemed to relax once he saw I was
sitting way down at the bottom of the table away from the younger kids,
once again Uncle Gordo's idea.  The party got started and things were
happening.  I can't remember the last time I had eaten so well, sorry
Logan.  Shiro looked like he was enjoying the food as well.  I was having
too much fun and barely missed the announcement that a celebrity had shown
up for a special performance.  It turned out to be some Don Ho wannabe.  I
just sighed and continued to enjoy the party.  It looked like Grandpa was
enjoying it as well.  That was important.
	Grandpa slept most of the day on Sunday.  That gave Shiro and me
time to ourselves.  We went for a long walk on the beach, heading down
towards the small resort clear down at the other end.  The family was out
and about town, I think one of the cousins my age was further down on the
beach where surfing was allowed.  We talked about a few things, I don't
remember what they were my mind was on Grandpa.  Suddenly Shiro nudged me.
	"Check out the crowd ahead of us," he said.
	I looked up so see a gang of surfers standing in a circle and it
looked like they were harassing somebody.
	"That doesn't look good," I said.
	We broke into a run and arrived on the scene in time to hear one of
them.
	"Kick the little faggot's ass, bro!" one of them said.
	I saw a kid lying on the sand and he slowly lifted his head.  To my
horror and shock, it was the cousin that had gone surfing.  I reacted as
one of the guys behind him reached for his hair.
	"Leave him alone!" I yelled, charging the kid who was grabbing him.
	I gave him a good right into his face as Shiro pushed his way
through and turned to defend Charlie.
	"Hey, looks like we got us a bunch of faggots!" one said, and that
was what started the fight.  Two against ten is hardly a fair fight, but
Shiro and I were much better trained than they were.  The battle was
progressing along nicely with them doing their best to pound us under the
sand.  I had just put down a third guy when something slammed into another
guy behind me in a blur and put him down hard.  Face into sand; that has to
hurt.  I blinked when I saw who it was.
	"Billy?" I said in surprise.
	Billy Gilman smiled, "Thought I'd join the party.  I don't like
seeing my friends get bested by a bunch of brainless clowns."
	"Another fag?" a guy yipped, "You a fag too?"
	"And damned proud of it," Billy growled as he parked a right hand
into the guys gut, knocking him a few feet back.
	Charlie managed to get his feet back under him during the exchange
and joined the action.  Now it was four against ten.  The odds just got
better.  We continued the brawl, pounding the big macho surfers into the
sand until only one was left.
	"He's mine," a battered Charlie said.
	Billy, Shiro, and I backed off to watch Charlie get in the last
licks.  The surfer charged, swinging.  Charlie ducked under the punch and
showed him the proper way to punch, introducing his hand into the guy's
gut.  The guy backed off, arms around his stomach.
	"I owe you something," Charlie said quietly.
	He quickly introduced his foot into the guy's groin.  The guy
folded over and dropped like the sack of shit he was and squeaked as he
held onto himself.
	"Gee, fondling himself on a public beach.  No shame," Charlie
cracked as the crowd watching laughed.
	"Come on up to my room and I'll help you clean up," Billy said.
	We followed Billy into the resort and to his room.  I sat down by
the glass sliding door as Shiro checked Charlie's injuries first and then
Billy's.  Then he turned to me as Billy and Charlie sat down in chairs with
cold sodas.  I pulled off my shirt and let Shiro check me out.  Both Billy
and Charlie were shirtless, their shirts having been torn to shreds in the
fight.  Billy looked like he'd been working out and developing nicely.
Charlie was a bit on the lean side and he looked nice.  I noticed the way
he was looking at Billy.
	"What happened, Charlie?" I asked as Shiro pulled what was left of
his own shirt off and sat down.
	"I went down there to surf for a bit.  I was sitting on my board
resting for a bit and watching one of the guys when his friends came up and
started harassing me.  Then they told the guy I was perving over him and he
started pounding on me.  I tried to fight back but there were too many of
them," Charlie said.  "Then you guys were right there and trying to help
me.  Then I heard Billy say something about being proud of being gay and
start fighting with those guys."
	"You're not seriously hurt, are you?" I asked.
	"No.  Billy, did you mean it when you said you were gay?" Charlie
asked.
       Billy nodded, "Have been for some time.  I came out to myself four
months after I met Shiro and Sammo, and then two months later I came out to
my folks.  They accepted me and told me they still loved me, no matter
what.  All Dad would say is that I should be careful if I had sex with
anybody."
	"How do you know Sammo?" Charlie asked.
	"Let me answer that," I said.
       Charlie listened as I told him about Samurai Inc. and my life at
Logan's Mountain.
	"Wow, that's so cool," Charlie said.
	"That it is," I said.
	"Logan doesn't mind about you guys?" Charlie asked.
       Shiro shook his head.  "Nope, he loves us unconditionally."
	"Do your folks know about you?" Billy asked.
       Charlie looked away.  "I'm afraid to tell them because I think Dad
will do to me what Sammo's Dad did to him."
       Billy sighed.  "I was afraid of what my own Dad would do to me, but
he surprised me by being so cool about it.  He even went out and got me
some books to read and we've talked about it.  I feel I can tell him
anything now and not worry about it."
       I stood up and hugged Charlie.  He relaxed and wrapped his arms
around me.
	"I'll help you if you want," I said.
       Charlie sighed.  "No, this is something I need to do on my own."
       Before another thing could be said, there was a furious banging on
the door, accompanied by female voices.  Billy groaned as the phone started
to ring.  I picked up the phone.
	"Hello?" I replied.
	"This is hotel management.  Get your ass out now.  You agreed to
stay low profile and you certainly blew that at the very public fight on
the beach," the man said and then hung up on me.
       I put the phone down.  "Time to get out of Dodge."
	We did just that, scaling down the palm tree outside the window and
running like hell for the tree line nearby.  We stayed in the trees halfway
down the beach until it was safe to come out of the trees and back down to
the beach.
	"What brings you out here, Billy?" Shiro asked.
       Billy sighed.  "New publicist decided I should do a talk show out
here in one of the local stations.  Thing looked like it was built in
darkest Africa.  Thank God I didn't have to sing.  Doctors want me to take
a six month break while my voice goes through its changes.  No singing."
	"Sorry to hear that," Charlie said.
       Billy shrugged his shoulders.  "All part of the maturing process.
No biggie."
	"We can hole up in the guesthouse for a bit and then I'll take you
in and introduce you," I said.  "Hopefully they won't ask too many
questions."
       It didn't quite work out that way.

	Mom and Aunt Ruth freaked when the four of us stepped into the
house.
	"What happened to you boys?" Mom asked.
       I smiled, feeling great.  "Hi Mom.  Found Charlie on the beach and
met a friend of ours."
	"The four of you look like you've been through a fight," Aunt Ruth
said.
	"Well, we did have a slight disagreement with some of the locals,"
Charlie said.
       Moms, aunts, and grandmothers have perfected a method of showing
their displeasure by crossing their arms in front of them and looking mad.
Mom and Aunt Ruth certainly did a fine job of it.
	"Dude, do all Moms go to a special school to learn how to do that?"
Billy said, pointing to Mom and Aunt Ruth.
       I heard a loud laugh from the doorway.  I turned to see Grandpa
standing there.
	"Your Grandmother used to do that with me all the time, Sammo.  I
could never defeat that move," he said.
       That was the breaking point and had everyone in sight laughing.  Mom
sighed and sat me down in the kitchen to check me over while Aunt Ruth
checked Charlie.
	"Well, who won the fight?" I heard Uncle Joe's voice in the
kitchen.
	"We did," Billy grinned as he high fived Charlie.
       Charlie looked at us and we nodded at him.  He turned to face his
Dad.
	"Dad, can I talk to you and Mom?" he asked.
       Uncle Joe nodded.  "Sure.  Let's go into the bedroom."
       I watched them go off into the room.
	"Who is your friend here?" Grandfather asked.
       I turned around.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  This is Billy Gilman.  He's a
country singer from Rhode Island.  He's one of Samurai Inc. clients."
       After I made the introductions and gave the appropriate warnings, I
led Shiro and Billy to the guesthouse for new shirts and to settle Billy
in.
	"Your Grandfather is cool," Billy said.
       I sighed.  "Thanks.  He's dying, that's why I'm here."
       Billy reacted.  "Oh God, I'm so sorry."
	"Docs say it's just a matter of days now.  I can't believe that,
he's always been so healthy, never smoked, never drank, and ate right, and
always walked five miles a day.  It's really hard for me to accept this," I
said.
       Billy nodded.  "I don't think I could handle something like that if
it happened to my folks.  I don't think people are able to handle things
like that.  You've heard me talk about a friend of mine who has MS.  He
died last week."
       Shiro nodded.  "I saw it on the news.  Very sad."
       Nothing else was said until Charlie walked into the guesthouse.  He
looked like a huge burden had been taken off his shoulders.
	"Your folks took it well," Billy said.
       Charlie smiled.  "They sure did.  I'm still their son, I'm still
loved."
	"Very cool," I said.  "Just hope my Dad doesn't find out."
       Unfortunately he did.  "You corrupted that boy!" he snarled at me
when the four of us showed up for dinner.
       That was the last and final straw for me.
	"I don't know you anymore," I said, raising my head to look at him.
"You used to be somebody I looked up to, somebody I really loved.  Somebody
who taught me many things, somebody I really and truly respected.  You were
always there when I needed to talk to someone, when I needed guidance.  I
never ever thought you would be this way, a person so full of hate against
people just because of what they are.  You are not my father anymore, and
you certainly are not a member of the Keole Clan."
       With that, I stood up and left the table.  A moment later Shiro,
Charlie, and Billy followed me out to the guesthouse.  I sat down on the
couch and sighed closing my eyes.  Shiro sat down next to me and put his
arms around me.  It was comforting to me to have him there.  I was glad he
had come with me.
	Charlie lit a fire in the fireplace once the evening chill came in
through the patio doors.  He went into the small kitchen and made up some
sandwiches for us to eat.  I felt better once the sandwiches were gone.  We
made small talk, mostly Billy catching us up on things back home and in
Peckertown.  Charlie asked a number of questions about the place and we
were honest with him about it.
	"Sounds like a nice place to visit, but I'd rather stay with my
folks now that I know they are okay with me now," Charlie said.
	"I have a house out there now," Billy said.  "I got it to be close
to Powersound Studios whenever I want to record.  Lately it's just been a
lot of kickback time at home in Rhode Island with my family."  Shiro turned
on the stereo in the corner and found a soft music station to listen to.  I
sat back and sighed.  The soft music made me feel mellow and relaxed.
Shiro returned to the couch and stretched out, pulling me into his arms.  I
snuggled down into his arms, feeling safe again.
	"You two look so happy together," Charlie observed.
       I smiled.  "We are.  It will always be us together, never apart."
	"I hope I'm that fortunate," Charlie said.
       Billy leaned forward.  "Give it time.  Don't be in a hurry.  Life
will bring the right guy to you in its own time, in its own way."
	"How do I know its love?" Charlie asked.
       Billy smiled.  "You'll know by the feeling inside of you."
       Charlie looked down at the floor and I had the feeling he wanted to
ask something.
	"Is there something you want to know?" Billy asked, taking
Charlie's hand.  "Don't be afraid to ask."
       Charlie looked up into Billy's eyes.  "Can... you show me?  I
don't... know what to do."
       Billy leaned forward and kissed Charlie on the cheek and then stood
up, taking his hand once more.  He led Charlie to the bedroom where he was
staying and led him in, closing the door behind them.  We wouldn't see them
again until morning.


	Billy closed the door behind him and turned to Charlie.  "Relax.
Let me show you what pleasure is.  I won't push you into anything that you
are not ready for."
	He reached out and lifted Charlie's t-shirt over he head and off
him.  Billy smiled when he saw Charlie's torso.
	"You must swim a lot," he said.
	Charlie smiled, "High school freshman champion."
	Billy moved his hands up and down Charlie's torso, feeling the
solid muscle underneath the smooth skin.  Charlie sighed as he felt
something happening deep inside of him.  He watched Billy pull off his
clothes except for the blue thong he was wearing.  Charlie felt his cock
stir inside his boxers at the sight of a muscular Billy standing in front
of him in just the blue thong.  This had been one of his biggest fantasies
and now it was coming true.  Billy got on his knees and unbuttoned
Charlie's surfer shorts and let them fall to the floor, revealing the young
teen's genitals.  He watched as Charlie's cock began to swell and grow to
its full six inches of prime teen boy cock.  Billy brushed his fingertips
across the top of the shaft, making Charlie moan out loud.  Charlie stepped
out of his shorts and turned to Billy.  He watched Billy strip off the
thong and looked at Billy's seven inches in amazement.
	"Wow," he breathed, "you got a nice one!"
	Billy smiled.  "So do you."
	He led Charlie onto the bed.  Billy lay on his right side next to
Charlie and began to explore his body.  Charlie closed his eyes and gave
himself up to the feelings.  He felt safe with Billy.
	Billy moved up and over Charlie and began to kiss him.  On the
forehead, the closed eyes, the nose, the cheeks, and the mouth.  Charlie
responded back, pressing his own mouth against Billy's.  Billy moved down
to Charlie's neck and began kissing, licking, and sucking it.  That served
to turn Charlie on even more.  Billy kept moving downward to the top of
Charlie's chest, tasting the boy's skin on his lips and tongue.
	In his wildest dreams Charlie never imagined it could be this good.
He sighed as he felt Billy's tongue lick at his nipples, making him feel
like he was flying high.  Billy's hands were constantly busy, finding and
manipulating each one of Charlie's erotic spots, fondling Charlie's cock
and balls.  Billy licked and sucked on Charlie's nipples for a time and
then started moving south on the teen's torso once more.  He moved his
tongue past the solid six pack of abdomen muscle down to his navel.  It was
an "innie", the kind Billy liked immensely.  He slipped his tongue inside
it and gently swirled it around.  He felt Charlie shiver uncontrollably and
knew he liked it.  He wasn't done yet.  There was still more pleasure to
show the young teen.  Billy left the navel and moved down to the "v" that
pointed to the very hard boy cock proudly standing up.  He moved his tongue
tip around the base of the teen cock, making Charlie get very excited.
Billy lifted Charlie's legs and folded them back on the teen boy's chest.
Charlie's eyes bugged out when he felt Billy's tongue touch him there.  The
feelings inside hi were out of control.
	"Pleasedon'tstoppleasedon'tstop!" Charlie cried out, wrapping his
arms around his legs, holding them up.
	Billy took his time, enjoying the pleasure just as much as Charlie
was.  He lapped at the pinkish brown hole, sighing in pleasure.  Billy
wanted to sink his hard cock inside Charlie, but he didn't, knowing that
Charlie wasn't ready for that just yet.  Billy spent a few more minutes on
Charlie's fleshy gate and then backed off.
	"Let your legs down," he whispered to the teen.
       Charlie let his legs down and then relaxed for a moment, trying to
make sense of it all.  His mind was filled with the wonderful sensations he
had been experiencing.
	"Don't even try to describe it," Billy whispered, "you'll never
find the right words.  Just know that you've experienced something good."
       Billy then reached for Charlie's cock and began sucking the six
inches of boy meat, feeling his own rise to the pleasure.  Charlie
shuddered and closed his eyes.  This was the absolute best yet.  Billy
bobbed up and down on Charlie's cock as he sucked it, enjoying having a
cock in his mouth again.  Billy reached for his own cock and began stroking
himself off, matching the strokes on his cock with his mouth.  Charlie was
flying.  He felt things he never knew were possible, and he loved it.  He
shivered in ecstasy, wanting more.  He felt Billy's mouth moving on his
cock and he was learning pleasure, the kind of pleasure that could never
ever be satisfied.  He felt his balls slowly draw up close to his body and
he knew he was about to cum from the many times he'd masturbated, dreaming
of this very moment that was now reality for him.
	"I'm going to cum," he whispered.
       Billy heard and sucked Charlie's cock harder and faster as he wanked
himself faster.  Charlie tried to hold the flood of cum back but lost the
battle a moment later.
	"Ooooohhhhh Goooooddddd!" he groaned as he felt the wave of cum
shoot through his cock and into Billy's mouth.
       Billy heard and had his own orgasm, feeling his cum shoot through
his cock and out of him.  Charlie was experiencing an orgasm that was far
greater than any he'd ever had or could remember.  He thrust his cock
deeper into Billy's mouth as he continued to shoot a few more shots of cum
into the country singer's throat.  Billy quickly swallowed all that Charlie
had to give.  Finally Charlie's orgasm ended and he calmed down.  Billy
looked up to see tears in the boy's eyes.  He crawled up and held Charlie
in his arms until the Hawaiian teen fell asleep.  Billy quickly wiped both
of them clean and then got back into bed with him.  He pulled the sheet up
over them and went to sleep.


	I woke up next to Shiro the next morning.  I vaguely remember going
from the couch to the bedroom.  I stretched and smiled to myself, feeling
safe and secure in his arms.  It was peaceful here in our little world.
Nobody or anything could touch us here.  Everything that happened to us so
far seemed like a bad dream.  I sighed once more and gently kissed Shiro on
the cheek.  I was really glad he was here with me.  He was being a great
source of support for me and I loved him for it.  I sat up and then walked
into the bathroom for some much needed relief and then returned to bed.
Shiro lay on his side and watched me walk back to bed.
	"Morning lover," he said in his usual greeting.
       I leaned over and we kissed, our lips gently sucking on the other's.
Being in love is so awesome.  I sat down on the bed and he moved behind me,
wrapping his arms around me.
	"What say we hit the shower and then find out what the rest of the
world is up to?" Shiro said with a smile.
	"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.
       As we went into the bathroom, we could hear something on the other
side of the wall.  It sounded like Billy working his scales again.  I had
to laugh.
	"Wonder if Cousin Charlie is returning the favor?" I said.
       Shiro grinned.  "Hope Billy doesn't strain himself."
	Charlie was on his knees in the shower sucking Billycock.  Billy
leaned back and let the warm water run down the front of his body as
Charlie worked hard to return the pleasure from last night.  Suddenly Billy
whimpered and shot several shots of his unique cum down Charlie's throat.
Charlie swallowed it all except for the last bit.  He worked it around in
his mouth as he stood up.
	"Very tasty.  Such lovely Billy cream," Charlie smiled.
       Billy laughed and hugged Charlie tight.  "Thanks man."
       Both then proceeded to wash each other clean.
	I was doing the same to Shiro next door.  I slowly and gently
washed his body clean, enjoying the pleasure of doing so.  It's the little
things like this that make our relationship so enjoyable.  After our
morning shower we got dressed and met a very happy Billy and Charlie in the
living room of the guesthouse.  They didn't have to say anything, they
looked relaxed, especially Charlie.  I led them to the main house and found
everyone except Dad sitting around the living room.
	"Morning Mom," I said, hugging her.  "I need to apologize for my
words and actions last night.  It was the last thing I wanted to do."
	"No need to apologize, Sammo.  Uncle Joe and I took your Dad out
back and finally made him see reason.  That's why he's not here right now.
He's been given time off from here to think things over and I hope he sees
the light real soon," Uncle Gordo said.  "Now go see Grandpa."
       I walked down the hall to Grandpa's room.  He looked a lot more
tired than he did last night.  I had the feeling his time was coming soon.
I spent most of the day with him, talking to him and discussing a great
many deal things.  Grandpa's wisdom is endless, much like Hejiro's.  I wish
both of them could have met, they would have gotten along great.  We even
discussed last night's events, and Grandpa assured me that I had acted
right and said the right things.
	"I need to tell you this, Sammo.  I have decided that Gordo will my
Heir and will take my place as Head of the Keole Clan.  He will also be the
executor of my estate as well.  Please give him all your support," Grandpa
told me.
	"I swear on my Honor I will," I said.
       He nodded and sighed.  "I see you have finally accepted it."
	"I still don't like it," I said.
       Grandpa nodded once more.  "Nobody does, Grandson.  Even I wish I
could live forever, but I cannot.  My time is coming soon.  But know this.
My Spirit shall ever continue to be with all of you.  That I promise you."
       Then he sighed once more and closed his eyes.  I watched him for a
bit longer and then quietly slipped out of his room.  He needed his rest.
	I walked down to the ocean and walked through the surf.  The water
felt ice cold on my feet but I really didn't notice.  My head was still
full of the conversation I just had with Grandpa.  A lot of what he said
was good advice and I knew I could use it when the situations came up.  I
raised my head and watched the Seagulls dip and soar on the breeze coming
in from seaward.  I jumped when I heard Dad's voice behind me.
	"Hello son," a tired sounding voice from behind me said.
       I turned to see Dad standing there.  He looked like hell.
Apparently Uncle Joe and Uncle Gordo weren't kidding when they said they
had beat reason back into Dad.
	"Dad, you look like hell!" I said, stating the obvious.
       Dad simply chuckled.  He reached up to touch his right cheek.  "A
result of a conversation I had with your two uncles.  They kinda helped me
see reason."
       I sighed.  "Oh Dad.  I'm sorry for everything.  I'm sorry I'm such a
big disappointment to you, being what I am.  But I can't change who and
what I am.  I am still the son you know and love."
       Dad walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.  "You are not
a disappointment to me.  You are you, and I have accepted that.  You are
more man than I have been, and you have proven yourself many times over
with what you have done with your life.  I am glad you have found someone
who loves you very much.  I was afraid he would lead you into things that
are not right, and he hasn't.  I am also impressed with the fact that you
are part of something good that helps people.  This Logan must be a good
man to have impressed you so.  One day I shall meet him again.  For now, I
ask you to please forgive a foolish old man for his sins against you."
       I smiled and hugged him close to me.  "I forgive you, Dad.  You have
been and will always be my Father and I thank you for that."
	Both of us turned and headed up to the house, our arms around each
other.  Grandfather was standing there and he nodded.
	"I am glad both of you have made the peace between you.  Now the
Clan is complete," he said.
       Mom was just as happy as Grandpa was.  Dad turned to Charlie just as
Charlie walked into the living room.
	"Charlie, I owe you an apology.  Please forgive me for what I said
to you yesterday.  It was not right of me.  I accept you, and ask that you
continue to be the good person that you are."
       That made everything complete.  Billy smiled and raised his thumbs
up to us.
	Billy pulled me aside later in the afternoon.  "I called home and
let my folks know the score.  To say they are extremely pissed would be an
understatement.  They want to know if it is okay if I stay with you for a
while.  I made them aware of what is going on in your family and they send
their prayers."
       I nodded.  "Not a problem, Billy.  As a matter of fact, Grandpa
wants to ask if you would be willing to do something for him."
	"I'll go and see him right now," Billy said.  "Then I'll call home
and let them know what's going on."
	"Thanks man," I said.
       I watched Billy go down the hall to Grandpa's room and knew without
a doubt that Billy was a great friend, someone that I knew I could count on
when I needed help.  It's so hard to find good friends these days.
	Billy knocked on Grandpa's bedroom door.  Mom opened it and let him
in.
	"I'm here sir," Billy said, putting his hand on Grandpa's.
       Grandpa opened his eyes and looked at the young country singer.  "I
have had visions of you, young man.  Your troubles are just temporary, and
you shall return to what it is you do best very soon.  You will travel to
other countries and sing for great people as well as others.  Your name
will be respected even more after you make a stand for what you believe is
right.  I have foreseen this."
       Billy bowed his head, believing what he had just said.  "Thank you
sir."
	"I wish to ask one favor from you," Grandfather said.
       Billy looked up.  "Anything."
	"Will you sing at my funeral?" Grandpa asked.
	"I would be honored sir," Billy nodded.
       Grandpa rested his hand on Billy's head.  "Thank you.  May the
Spirits bless you."

	We buried Grandpa a week later at the old cemetery on the top of
the mountain overlooking the ocean as the sun set.  He passed on early in
the morning a couple days after his conversation with Billy, just as the
morning sun came into his room.  He spoke only two words.
	"So beautiful," he said, and then closed his eyes for the last
time.
       We knew it was going to happen, and when it did, it hurt more than I
could ever say.  Logan and everybody from Samurai Inc. arrived for the
funeral.  I helped Dad, Uncle Joe, Uncle Gordo, Shiro, and an older cousin
carry Grandpa to his final resting place.  He could not have chosen a
better place to rest in.  The view was breathtaking, the setting sun
beautiful.  I know Grandpa would have pronounced it perfect.  I watched the
sun move downward as Billy's clear, strong voice carried out over the
graveyard, singing "Amazing Grace", one of Grandpa's favorite songs.  He
steps back and Uncle Gordo steps forward, holding the sacred staff of a
Shaman.  He recites the Shaman's funeral over Grandpa, blessing him and
sending him to the resting grounds of Clan Keole.  It moves me more than I
can say.  Billy then steps up and does one more song, and then the funeral
is over.  We take our leave of Grandpa one at a time.  I lay roses on his
coffin and wish him happiness in the next life.  I turned and walk away,
perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done, and yet I feel him inside of me
and I know he is a part of me evermore, just as Shiro is a part of me.
	Back at the house I introduce Logan and all of Samurai Inc. to
everyone.  Dad and Logan meet again.  Dad makes the peace between him and
Logan and I know now he has changed for the good.  That makes me even
happier.  The evening falls and I light a fire in the big fire pit out on
the back patio and watch the flames for a bit.  The family eventually comes
out and surrounds the fire.  I reach for Grandpa's Shaman staff and begin
to tell a story from my childhood of Grandpa and me.  It is a good happy
memory, and I can't help but shed a tear.  My older brother stands up and I
pass the staff to him, and he tells a tale of Grandpa.  Before long the
staff is being passed around and each one of us is either telling a story
of Grandpa or giving a testimonial of the great man that he was.  I feel
joy deep inside of me and I know he is watching, happy that we have come
together to share precious memories of him and that is how it should be.
	I lay in Shiro's arms as he holds me close that night.  Just to
have him holding me comforts me.  His love for me settles over me like a
comfortable favorite blanket and I feel at peace with what has happened.  I
hope that someday I will see Grandpa once more in that beautiful place that
I've head so much of when I sat at his knee when I was but a little boy.  I
hope he is happy and at peace there.
       I listen to Shiro tell me of his parents.  I wish I had the chance
to meet them.  They sound like really nice people.  Shiro shares many
stories with me of them and I feel close to them.  He shows me their
picture he carries in his wallet of them and I know that back home in
Colorado Shiro has a small shrine set up in a corner of our room that he
has the pictures of his parents inside.  It is something he tells me that
reminds him of his family constantly.
	A few days later people begin to leave and go home.  Charlie,
Billy, Shiro, and I spend an afternoon together talking about things.  The
three of us help Charlie to understand himself better and I hope we helped
him.  I make sure he has the numbers to my personal cell and the house as
well and tell him to call me if he needs anything.  Now it is my turn to
take my leave and suddenly I don't want to.  Mom and Dad understand what it
is I'm feeling.  We spend an evening talking about all kinds of things.  I
promise them I will come home more often.  Logan tells them the welcome mat
is out for them and all of the Keole Clan as well.  I look out the window
of the Samurai jet as it takes off into the early morning sun, Mike at the
wheel.  We are taking Billy to the mountain for a few days and then back
home to Rhode Island.  Billy sits and shares with me stories of the family
he's lost.  He smiles at some of the memories and I know he is there with
them once more.  Maybe that's what Grandpa meant about him always being a
part of me.  I smile, feeling better about myself once more.  Life is good,
and it goes on.


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     End Samurai Inc. 26

Next episode, Sacha and Neil team up.  Mayhem ensues.  What fun!