Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2023 21:32:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son 14

Not much sex as a last minute change to the script has come into play. The
next segment for this story will take place in the "Costa Rican Connection"
chapter 3. A recap of that will appear here, eventually.

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The flight to Bozeman was 4½ hours but because of the 2 hour time
difference we landed around 11:30. We flew on the G800 which of course was
customized and Laurinda served as flight attendant. Straub's young
assistant Jeremy was along as well. As soon as we were airborne Laurinda
served coffee and snacks.

"This is a nice airplane dad," London observed, "Maybe we could buy one so
we don't have to keep using Mr. Straub's." I was prepared to respond but
Straub cut me off.

"Well quite frankly London this is your airplane."

"What," I asked, a wee bit of tension in my voice. "When were you planning
on telling me this?" Straub put up a hand.

"First let me explain that it was Aaron's idea. There is still quite a bit
that you need to know but Aaron was insistent that we give it to you in
small bites over a span of time. He felt that too much too soon might be
overwhelming and scare you away or at the very least cause your head to
explode. We may need to speed that up since the terms of his will have
changed drastically."

"Arron owns 3 jets including the smaller one you flew up from Atlanta
in. He purchased them and we lease them from the estate at a very
reasonable rate. His only requirement was that at least 1 be available to
him at all times. That said, I have new lease agreements for you to sign
since they now belong to you, or in this case, London."

"Beyond that there are things that you need to be brought up to speed
on. Nothing pressing mind you, just day to day things. Now would be a good
time to go over some basics if you don't mind."

"Can I watch TV then," London said. Straub reminded him that it was his
airplane, he could do what he wanted. As such we moved further forward to
talk.

The discussion revolved mainly around the major players. A board of
directors that included the CEO and CFO and 4 others who pretty much ran
everything. I would immediately take Loren's place on the board and to that
end I would need to be meeting those people sooner rather than later. Among
other things companies under Aaron's umbrella were a chain of carwashes up
and down the east coast, a company making electronic components for
electric vehicles, another that manufactured solar panels. There was the
massive construction company that he first mentioned to me that did all
aspects of construction but specialized in housing developments but also
did the building of new stores for a variety of fast food chains. In
keeping with that there was a real estate management company that handled
all of the functions of the dozen shopping malls he owned or was in
partnership with as well as various office buildings in major cities all
over the east coast, including the one Straub's law offices were in. He
also had his fingers in a dozen small banks, owned an air taxi service and
a decent sized trucking company using mostly with owner drivers. The list
went on.

"As you can see Loren, his investments were wide spread and not limited to
1 or 2 industries." We continued to chat. He asked me about the Cullinan
whose virtues I extolled. He'd been considering one as well mostly for the
winter months.

About 2 hours into the flight Laurinda offered sandwiches and those amazing
chocolate chip cookies. I shared with Straub my son's request for his
birthday and that we'd probably head to Hawaii. He said the Gulf we were in
would be perfect and as soon as I knew the specifics of the trip to let him
know so he could keep it out of service. He asked about lodging and I said
I was going to talk with David about using his house.

Coming in over Wyoming and Montana was a new experience for London and me
because, excepting for the various mountain ranges, we had never seen such
flat open country. It seemed so desolate at times. Coming into Bozeman
provided a beautiful picture of a bustling little college town surrounded
by mountains. We hit the runway and taxied to the private plane
tarmac. Next to it was a helicopter pad with a half dozen choppers of
various sizes parked along its far edge. In the center was the landing
circle and in it sat a pale grey chopper. It had to be ours since the door
had a logo on it. While I had never seen ours, the logo looked like a
capital T with a rocker just below it, the 2 pieces not connected. It was
in a circle, the black logo sitting on a background of light
green. Striding toward us with confidence and purpose was a tall man decked
out in full well-worn western regalia from head to toe.

London and I got out with Jeremy while Straub lingered to talk with the
pilot. We met the cowboy 20 feet from the plane and as he approached he
stuck a big paw out for a shake. "Mr. London Carter, welcom to Montana, I'm
Chase Jackson the Rocking T general manager."  I took his hand and smiled.

"An honest mistake Mr. Jackson but I'm Loren Carter, my son is London." The
expression on his craggy face was classic but he recouped in an instant by
which time London's hand was outstreched.

"It's okay Mr. Jackson, everybody makes the mistake. I am London" Again,
Chace reacted immediately.

"Pleased to meetcha Mr. Carter, welcome to Montana." By that time Straub
got to us and Chace went through the ritual although he said, "welcome
back" . Straub introduced Jeremy. We headed to the helicopter and as we got
close Chase directed London to sit up front with the pilot, who he would
introduce as Chugger, aka Charles Madison.

We piled in with Straub and Jeremy sitting in the 3rd row 3 person bench
seat while Chace and I took the middle 2 bucket seats. As the engines
spooled up I explained the situation to Chace. "Although I'm the general
spokesman, it's best if you direct questions or bits of information to
London when he's present. He'll usually punt questions to me but you'll
learn that he's taking his position seriously. Every decision I make gets
run by him first.

"That's just fine Mr. Carter and I'll make sure the foremen and other
workers are aware of the situation." I then gave him the speech about
dropping the pronoun and use first names unless a situation require a
Mr. or a Sir. He chuckled and said that informality was a way of life on
the ranch so he was fine with it. It was a short flight and on the way
Chace gave us information.

"As you know, the ranch is 97,000 acres in size, most of which is open
grazing land and timber about a 4th of it is timber and a great deal of
that is also free range. We run about 6,000 head of cattle a quarter of
which is Angus. Right now we have around 2000 cow calf pairs. We have a
hundred or so head of bison, 60 or so horses. We also keep a small herd of
sheep and pigs for food. In keeping with that we use Australian cattle dogs
and Belgian Malinois for herding and protection. In order to maintain the
highest quality dogs with the best health we run our own kennels. We keep
pups for about 9 months, train them and sell them all over the world. Our
dogs run 6=8 grand a pop. Over and above that there are herds of deer and
elk, pheasant and other huntables and of course there's fishing since we
have over a mile and a half of river on the property."

"Aside from the open range we have about 1000 acres of alfalfa hay and
another 1,000 acres of oats and run a large storage and sales operation. We
have 20 acres each of apples, plums and pears, all of which thrive in
Montan's weather. We have 50 acres of grapes and 5 acres each of corn and
potatos. We run our own small winery, Crazy Mountain wines, the rest we
sell. Potatos and corn we use mostly for ourselves but we also sell to
smaller mom and pop grocery stores as well as at local farmers markets.

"We run a full time crew of roughly 3 dozen people but hire temps during
various harvest times. We run hunting trips during the seasons, hiking and
horseback riding, we host various scout troops throughout the year. During
the winter we open up our hills for sledding as well as skiing for
beginners, no ski lifts or anything like that. The daily fee for those not
renting a cabin or house are minimal. We also do a guest ranch for day 7
day stints from June through mid-August. We rent a dozen cabins and 3
regular houses."

"There's more but that's the gist of it. We're at the edge of the ranch."
We were coming in low, a mountain range on our right and wide open space
below us. Up Ahead I could see the main house and the barns and off to one
side a cluster of small log cabins amongst a copse of trees, all of it
nestled in the foothills of the mountains and looking out over a babbling
river and a valley. The chopper set down in its identified landing circle
in a large expanse of emerald green grass at on end of the house or lodge
made of logs and a hand cut cedar shake roof.

The lodge was basically a 2 story square except that a wing extended out
about half way down the left side. There was an entry way at our end and
another midway down both sides. The entries were single story, framed in
floor to roof river rock, as were the 3 massive fireplaces and a 2 foot
high wall that encircled the entire lodge to provide a raised flower
bed. The entries were completely enclosed like a sun porch. The one facing
us had double glass doors framed in wood with large picture windows on each
side. When you entered you were facing the back of the 12 foot wide
fireplace and on each side was a set of double French doors that led into a
massive 2 story open living room.

The room was at least 40x20 feet. French windows lined both side offering a
ton of light. A grouping of 4 chairs and a sofa faced the massive fireplace
and a 2nd such setting backed it facing the opposite direction. Along the
walls were small groupings of 2 arm chairs with a coffee table between
them. A balcony ran around the entire 2nd floor and the walls up there also
filled with French windows. Everything was made of logs, the open ceiling
beams massive.

The walls were covered with all manner of western art from Indian blankets
to framed photos which I discovered were original CM Russel prints and
Edward S. Curtis photographs, shared wall space with heads of wild game. 3
huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling and there were wall sconces every 3
feet or all, all of them Tiffany. While there were no rooms above the great
room, the balconies did open onto small decks, 2 per side. Antlers as well
as heads of game dotted the face of the fireplace and other wall spaces.

At the far end of the room was another fireplace in an open drawing room
and past that the side entry to the lodge on the right and a log staircase
to the left leading upstairs. Just past that to the left was the dining
room and large kitchen where we met Aggie, Chace's mother. She was
something else.

About 65 years old give or take, she sported a head of dyed red curls,
large hoop earrings, a squash-blossom necklace of turquoise laying on large
tits and a raucous laugh. She was slender, clad in western gear and adorned
in make-up including bright red lips. Aggie turned out to be a ball of
fire. She had an almost bellowing laugh, cursed like a sailor, took no shit
from anybody, man or woman and was as kind and welcoming as any person I
ever met. London and I both fell in love with her. She welcomed Straub back
with a big hug and smack on the mouth.

Aggie made the usual mistake of who the owner was but hugged London to her
and declared him the cutest thing ever. She finished the tour for
us. Straight ahead from the great room was a small living room, an office
with a bedroom alongside which was where Aggie slept. Upstairs were 3 more
bedrooms and the master bedroom, all large, all decked out in a western
motive including log made bed frames. We deposited our bags in our
respective rooms and headed back downstairs.

"Where is Caleb off to Aggie," Chace asked. He rarely called her mom.

"He's off somewhere with CJ," she said. She explained that CJ was Chace Jr
thus the nickname and Caleb was a 13 year old nephew that lived with her at
the lodge. The boys' parents had died in a flash flood 2 years prior and
Aggie had gotten custody of the boy. Caleb had been caught in the flood as
well but his father had gotten him to safety then died trying to save is
wife.

"He's a sweet kid, has a singing voice like an angel," she said. "He's
gonna be a star someday, mark my words." Chace suggested we do a tour of
the immediate area, the barns, housing and such. We would use the chopper
the following day to do a flyover of the entire ranch.  Aggie said supper
would be at 6 and would be venison steaks with the usual fixins. Outside we
piled into a new dodge Ram, a big fucker sporting dualies and a 5th wheel
hitch in the bed. As we drove past the row of cabins Chace explained that 4
of the 15 cabins had as 2 separate bedrooms while the others were basically
a large open room with a bathroom. They all had small kitchens and living
areas as well as a double bed and a set of bunkbeds while the sofa was a
fold out so essentially 5 people could stay. They ran 175 per night. The
others had 2 double beds in one room and 2 sets of bunks in the other plus
the fold-out sofa, kitchen and larger living area. The went for 250 a
night. Each had a small deck in front and a grill out front made of a half
50 gallon drum and a picnic table.

He said there were 15 houses on the ranch, most of them for workers
families while 4 were rentals. The rentals were quite nice. Two of them had
2 bedrooms and a loft, a full bath in the two bedrooms, 2 sets of bunks in
the loft large kitchen dining and living areas as well as a covered jacuzzi
outside. The also each had direct TV, wi-fi, washer and dryer, dishwasher a
gas grill and picnic tables. They went for 1200 per night for 4 people, 50
each for additional people up to 4 and up to 8.

The other two houses were even nicer, had all the same amenities but had an
additional queen bed in the loft and 2 twin beds. They rented for 1500 per
night with 50 each over 4 and up to 10 people. Overall the rentals had an
85% occupancy over a year. The income numbers were astounding; roughly 1.2
million a year.

We got to the barns and got out and were immediately greeted by 4 dogs, all
very friendly. A large group of men and boys were leaning against or
sitting on metal corral fence and beyond that a half dozen or more horse
trailers of varying sizes sat waiting. I would eventually cover the number
of vehicles that the ranch owned and believe me, it was an impressive
fleet.

"Looks like they're doing some rodeo practice," Chace said adding that they
were big on rodeo. As we approached the corral another man saw us and
headed our way. Again, a somewhat craggy guy with a fu-Manchu type of
mustache. Like Hulk Hogan but grey and not so bushy.

"Buck Walker, ranch foreman," Chace said, and as he stepped up Chace made
the introduction, London first and me second then Straub and Jeremy. Buck
seemed to catch the significance.

"Welcome to the Rocking T Mr. Carter, He said in a heavy country drawl
looking directly at London then to me, "and you Mr. Carter." I gave him the
quick speech about Mr. "Got a few of the boys practicing roping," he
said. "Caleb is up." We joined everybody at the rails and watched as a
young teen got his horse into position and as soon as ne nodded a calf was
let out of the chute and off they tore. The boy lassoed the calf, flew off
the horse who stay in place with the rope taut, ran to the calf, flipped it
on its side and quickly tied the rear legs to the front and leapt back with
hands up as soon as it was done.

"15.1," someone called out. The boy was back on his horse in a second and 2
other men came out, untied the calf who ran off while the boy recoiled his
rope and rode to the gate. He saw us and hopped of the horse then
approached but was intercepted by an older teen.

"Great time Caleb," he said then clapped the boy on the back before they
turned their attention to us. "London, this is my son CJ," he said pointing
out the older teen who extended his hand, "and Caleb, my nephew," who also
extended his hand. "and his father Loren."  We shook hands and he
introduced Straub and Jeremy.

I figured Caleb to be 13, a small-ish boy with medium blonde hair,
beautiful blue eyes and a winning smile. His face was mostly smooth except
for a scar of some sort above his left eye, a mole on his left cheek close
to his nose and another just on the right side of the bridge of his small,
slightly bobbed nose. His teeth were white and mostly straight with a
slight gap on the right side between his 2nd premolar and his 1st
molar. His voice was still the high pitch of a preteen.

CJ looked to be 14 with dark hair and eyes like his father. Both boys were
cute, Caleb verging on really cute. And like true cowboys there were no
baggy jeans here. No sir, their 501's fit like a glove and highlighted
terrific boy butts.

"So, I guess you're the new boss," Caleb said to London who responded that
no, he was just the owner, Chace was the boss and I was London's advisor.

"Well, cool. I hope we can hang out while you're here." London replied that
he did too. Chace said he was giving us a quick tour then London said maybe
Caleb and CJ could show him around while the adults did their thing. Caleb
was all for that so Chace gave the go-ahead. The boys went off and as we
continued our tour of the barns and other outbuildings I was introduced to
the various people we came across. We piled back into the truck and head
off to another building on a hill overlooking the lodge and barns. To me
looked like a massive log home facing partially toward the mountains that
loomed above us.

"This is the new bunkhouse, new being 3 years old and has rooms for 28
people. Basically it was a 2 story box with slightly smaller boxes on each
side then a single story wing on the ends of those that extended outward at
an 45° angle. Like the lodge, all entries went into an enclosed room
then through another set of doors into the building. Obviously it was
designed to protect the living area from the elements, which could get
extreme, as in -30° not counting wind chill.

Walking through the main door you entered a huge living room similar to the
lodge with the obligatory massive rock fireplace although this one had a
steel insert. Off to one side was the kitchen and the dining area, all
massive. The dining area held a dozen 4 top tables and a steam line
separated the two areas. Upstairs was an equally large game room with a
pair of pool tables, foosball table, 3 tables with a cribbage, chess, or
checkers board build into the top. There was also a poker table. Off of
that room was a media room set up with a big screen, 4 desktop computers,
copier and fax machine as well as a half bathroom.

The smaller box like areas were also on 2 floors and each held 2 single bed
rooms and bathroom for the cook and up to 3 additional help that assisted
in the kitchen and did the general housekeeping. They also did the
resident's laundry but anyone using that service paid $25.00 a month for
it. Almost to a man, they utilized it and the fee was paid directly to the
worker.

Each of the wings were set up with 4 bedrooms, then the bathroom and
laundry room, then 4 bedrooms with a hallway down the middle. At the far
end was an entry that also served as a mud room. This was the required
entry after a day's work. The bathrooms on each wing contained 4 each
sinks, toilet and showers. The toilets were each in a separate stall with a
door, the showers all had a full length curtain for privacy. Across the
hall was a large room with 2 washers and dryers and a utility sink, the
rest of the room held large built-in cabinets with padlocks, additional
storage for each resident.

"The old bunkhouse was a huge open room with beds, kitchen and
bathrooms. This one is 2 man rooms with double sized bunk beds and a small
cabinet closet above a 3 drawer dresser for each man. Each has a small desk
and 2 small armchairs. They're quite comfortable.

"Seems to me that 4 man rooms would be more efficient," I observed.

"True but this design was Mr. Nussbaum's. He felt that 4 to a room was too
crowded and on nights that chili or beans were served well, you can guess
what that might be like. He also felt they offered more privacy
particularly if two inhabitants were inclined to partner up so to speak."

"Is that common," I asked.

"More than one might think although I believe not uncommon is a better
definition. When men live with men things like that happen out of both
convenience and desire. Nobody on this ranch has a problem with those who
choose that path." Chace went on to explain some of the rules. No smoking
in the building except the mud room and then only in inclement
weather. Most guys didn't smoke but they did chew so either swallowed or
carried a spit can. No guests after 8pm and certainly no women. Everybody
was expected to clean up after themselves. No drunken parties and no drug
use except cannabis. Pretty much simple consideration for each other was
the rule of thumb.

London speaks:

I was really enjoying the trip. The ranch was pretty cool and I wondered
for a minute what it would be like to live there and decided I was going to
ask my dad about spending time there next summer. It was kind of funny
watching people's expressions when they found out I was the owner, not my
dad.

When I met Caleb I knew he was player right off the bat. As he approached
me I saw his eyes go to my crotch even though it was a quick glance. He was
cute as hell but so was CJ who had also cast a glance at my crotch. That
was why I suggested that they show me around and I was glad that they both
seemed to think that was a great idea.

We headed off what looked like a large garage and inside I discovered that
it was. There were a variety of vehicles but we piled into a 4 seater ATV
with Caleb and I in the front seats and CJ in the back. We drove all over,
sometimes on dirt roads and sometimes not. It was an easy drive, Caleb
choosing caution over theatrics. We talked as we drove, Caleb and CJ
pointing out things or providing information. We told our ages and Caleb
was 13½, CJ 14½ and of course I would be 12 in less than a week.
Caleb was curious about how I became the owner so I explained it to him.

"It's kind of strange having boss that's younger than me. Gosh that means
you gotta be rich. I mean, I know the T is worth like 100 million or
something."

"Jeez Caleb," CJ admonished his cousin. I just laughed.

"I don't like to brag about it, you know, that's kind of rude but yeah,
they say I am very rich. The ranch is only a small part of it. I have like
4 houses not counting the ranch, and one is in Switzerland. I just found
out today that I own 4 jets and a house I didn't know about." Caleb just
clucked and mumbled a wow.

 At one point we came to the edge of the river and piled out. There wasn't
a soul in sight although cattle grazed in the distance.  "I gotta pee," I
said, hoping to light a little fire because I doubted that they would.

"Me too," Caleb said, "we can go just about anywhere." That said we stepped
toward some brush. I undid and shoved my jeans and underwear down until my
balls hung free, tugged my shirt up and exposed everything. My new friends
did the same. And of course, we all looked and because of that it took a
second before the piss started flowing.

"You got a nice one London, for your age I mean."

"I like yours too," I replied, "you too CJ. Caleb was sort of like me only
bigger. He didn't have hardly any hairs. CJ did though, a nice little bush
of pitch black curls. He was bigger too, his cock hanging longer than
either me or Caleb.


"It's kind of embarrassing that I don't have much hair for 13½," he
said. "Do you make sperm yet London?"

"Yeah, but not much and it's still kind of watery like. Do you?"

"Yeah. It's starting to get thicker though and it's white but I don't make
that much. CJ does though," he said, "I can hardly swallow...". "Shit, I
shouldn't have said that." I laughed.

"It's okay Caleb, I suck cock too and I swallow cum." CJ had a bit of a
shocked look on his face then started laughing."

"I guess we all do. Do you do other things too London?" I took the plunge.

"I love sex and yeah, I do it all from rimming to fucking and getting
fucked and everything in between."

 "Some of the ranch boys do too, but I don't. We've had a few sex parties
with 8 or 10 of us. Maybe we could do one while you're here."

"I don't know about that. I mean, with you guys maybe but being the owner
and all, I'm not sure I want so many people knowing I like boys." Caleb
said he hadn't thought about that but agreed.

"Meanwhile we got some boners growing," CJ observed, "what are we gonna do
about `em?"

"Treat `em like a slave," I said with a grin and of course my friends were
stumped so I clarified. "Beat `em." That generated a lot of laughter then
Caleb said,

"I'd rather treat them like a popsicle."

"Hell, we can do both," CJ interjected, "so, do you mind London?"

"Not at all," I said. CJ dropped to his knees and went to work on my dick,
swallowing the whole things.

"Do you like to kiss Caleb," I asked him.

"I guess. I never done it." I had him step closer then kissed him gently
and he tried to kiss back.

"Move your lips a little bit," I suggested and the next time he and it was
much better. CJ had sucked me into a full on boner and was feeling up my
balls while he kissed me. I reached down to take hold of Caleb's boner and
stroke it a little while we kissed. CJ finally stopped and stood up, his
cock totally hard too. I stared at it.

"Yeah, I know," the teen said, "It's not the prettiest dick in the world."
His cock seemed to twist about half way up the shaft so that his cock head
was facing sideways to his left.

"Can I suck you London," Caleb asked and I certainly wasn't going to refuse
him.

"I'm all for kissing," CJ said, "If you've a mind for more. My response was
to lean forward. He had some experience because he kissed pretty good. I
took hold of his cock and felt it up and it even felt a little strange but
a cock is a cock and the twist didn't make any difference. Meanwhile Caleb
showed me that he had way more experience at cock sucking than he did
kissing.

We finally broke that up and I chose to suck on CJ's dick while Caleb just
sort of watched. I was getting a good suck started when Caleb said we had
company. I stoop up quickly and saw a couple guys in the distance on horses
ambling our way. We quickly buttoned up and started to get back in the ATV
and met them shortly.  "Hey CJ," on of the men said, "what are you guys up
to?"

"Just showing London the property," he said. "London this is Travis and
Hank 2 of our ranch hands. Guys, this is London Carter, the new owner."

"You mean his dad is the new owner," Travis, the youngest of the two said,

"No sir, I am the actual owner, Aaron Nusbaum was my granddad. But it's a
mistake that everybody has made since we got here." Hank was chuckling.

"What do I keep telling you about holding your tongue youngster? Pay him no
mind sir, he's young. Pleasure to meet you." He leaned down extended a hand
which I shook. Travis apologized and I told him not to worry about it as I
shook his hand. We chitchatted a little more then headed off.

"Travis is an okay guy but he tends to think he knows more than he does,"
CJ said.

"Well, so much for cumming in the wild," I said. "But hey, we'll be here a
couple days." We made it back the lodge and found dad outside with Chase,
Straub and Jeremy. As we got out of the ATV dad's phone rang and he stepped
away to answer it. Chace asked how our sight seeing went and CJ relayed the
conversation with the ranch hands. Chace chuckled.

"One of these days that kid is going to get knocked on his ass. Nice kid
but a bit of a know it all. Dad came back with a bit of a smile on his
face.

Loren

I saw the boys coming back while we were chatting in front of the house
discussing how things would play out the next day when my phone rang. I saw
that it was David, Dane's caretaker's partner. I found that curious so
stepped away from the group.

"Hey David, what's up?" He said they were in Costa Rica and some other
business opportunities had come up and was I interested. I knew that they
had purchased a resort and hotel to provide some living arrangements for
their workers as they began building a coffee plantation they had taken
over. He gave me a quick rundown on their plans to add to the resort and
just before he called he found out that a 4 acre plot of beachfront land
next to the resort would be going on the market. So he was wondering if we
would come down to discuss it and some other things.

"As an added incentive we're going to have a fuck-a-thon on Saturday to
christen the new house. Lots of cute boys."  Well that was certainly
another compelling reason to go. I said we would but that I was in Montana
at our ranch so hopefully we'd get to San Jose by dinner time the following
evening. It was actually only a 6 hour flight from Hartford. I said I'd
call him the next day and hung up.

"How do you feel about a quick trip to Costa Rica Herschel?" For the first
time ever I caught Straub off guard and I did it on purpose.

"That was David," I said to London then to Straub, "He's tied to Bill
DeMarc through London's cousin Dane. Seems they have a business proposition
that Bill thinks might interest us so we're invited to fly down." To London
I said, "We could celebrate your birthday with family."

"I don't know about that Loren, me going that is," Straub said. "Certainly
you're free to pursue a business dealing if you choose."

"I know that Herschel but it would be nice to have you privy to the
discussion."

"I appreciated that Loren but I need to pass on that. Perhaps we could talk
by phone or even zoom while you're there."  I saw London and Caleb off to
the side whispering and wondered what that was about. London told me
privately what had transpired that day and that Caleb was disappointed that
he and London hadn't gone further. I suggest he invite the boy to sleep
with us and that I need not be involved with them but sit back and watch.

The barbecue that Aggie fixed for dinner was totally amazing. I told her I
would move to ranch just for the food which tickled her to no end.

So it happened that after everybody went to bed London left our room and
came back a few minutes later with Caleb in tow. Caleb was really nervous
about me being there but seeing me in my briefs helped and I managed to
calm him down saying I would just stay out of sight. God knows the room was
large enough. I could sit in the dark on the sofa or in an arm chair. I
chose the latter so was less than 10 feet from the side of the bed.

The boys undressed to their underwear and climbed onto the bed, my son
intentionally laying furthest from me in order for me to watch. London
suggested to Caleb that he take the lead which Caleb was more than okay
with. rolled into Caleb and they began kissing. From where I sat I could
tell that the boy hadn't had a great deal of experience. After a few
minutes Caleb said,

"Can we take our underpants off London?" No brainer there. For an answer my
son got to his knees then slipped Caleb's briefs down and the boys boner
popped up. From what I could see he looked to be London's size, give or
take and was uncut. London bent over and took the boys' cock into his mouth
and began sucking him. Caleb moaned loudly and ran his fingers through
London's hair.

"Can you take your underpants off too London," Caleb finally said. London
simply went back to kneeling, his briefs tenting quite noticeably.

"Take them down Caleb," he said so the boy propped up on and elbow and
worked from side to side to free up London's boner, shoving the clothing to
his knees.

"Your cock is so beautiful London," he murmured, "it's perfect. That said
he got to sucking my son's cock but of course I couldn't see much so London
fixed that.

"Let me turn so my dad can watch." Caleb didn't respond but simply moved as
London moved. He got his underwear off and flopped where Caleb had been so
when the youngling cowboy began sucking London's cock I had a full
view. The suckled with plenty of enthusiasm and when he wasn't sucking he
was licking up and down my son's rigid shaft. I could hear the boy moan
softly as he worked, clearly loving what he was doing.

They finally broke it up and went back to making out and Caleb's actions
clearly indicated that he was up into a fog of hotness over it, kissing
London with plenty of passion. Both boys alternated back rubbing and butt
rubbing with cock and balls feeling action.

I didn't often get to just sit and watch boys play, let alone my own
son. Sure I had watched him and Toshi from behind a mirror and helped a
little bit with London and Devin but this was different. And it was hot as
fuck for me. Part of it might have been a new boy was involved but another
part was Caleb's inexperience. I wouldn't have minded being in the middle
of it with them but was more than content to simply bear witness.

"Did you shower tonight Caleb," London asked and got a mumbled yes, just
before London came and got him. I knew where London was headed and before
that thought made it through my synapses London said, "Want to try
something new, and really fucking hot?"

Sure he did, and said so. London maneuvered them into a 69 with Caleb on
top. The cowboy blonde went right for my son's cock and London did the same
thing but only for a moment. He let Caleb's cock snap back into it's normal
position then began licking the boys' smooth balls then sucked on them a
little bit. The smooth eggs were at full hang, a beautiful sight under any
circumstances but that position was the best. London's hands on Caleb's ass
encouraged the boy to lower his waist. If he had any clue about what was
gong to happen he show any indication of it. That changed abruptly.

London licked up along the perineum and when he got to the treasure he
began licking. Caleb's head snapped around to the right, in my
direction. He wasn't looking at me but back at London and the expression on
his smooth young face was classic shock at having his asshole licked. It
turned rapidly into pleasure as he realized just how goddamned fucking good
it felt and his head sagged as a long groan of pleasure erupted from his
throat. He went back to sucking London's cock with even more energy. London
worked the boy over for a good 2 minutes before spitting on a finger then
working it into Caleb's ass.

It was readily apparent that Caleb had no objections to getting a finger up
his butt. I assumed that he had travelled that road, maybe not with another
boy, but certainly on solo excursions. Finally London said,

"I'm going to ask my dad for some help Caleb is that okay. The boy nodded
his head, still sucking away. "Dad, some lube please." I got up and
retrieved it and took it to the bed. London took it. "Take your briefs off
dad, be naked with us." To my surprise, and London's I'm sure, Caleb said,

"Yeah Mr. Carter take your underpants off." Caleb watched as I dropped my
briefs then almost gasped at my rock hard rod. "Damn, that's a whopper
Mr. Carter. I never saw one that big before."

"I like yours too Caleb, it's perfect for a boy your size." The beamed at
the praise. The he surprised me.

"Can I try and suck it Mr. Carter?"

"Only on one condition," I said and when he asked what I said, "Call me
Loren, okay."

"Okay Loren," he grinned. He moved close and took hold of me and quickly
got his mouth around it. London looked at me and smiled and offered a thumb
up. Caleb did a credible enough job and when he was done I asked if I could
return the favor and got a head nod.

Caleb lay on his back and I got in close. I could see the barest of hairs
growing at the base of his cock, none with any curl to them but one or two
long ones. I skinned his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head then
went to town and began bobbing my head on his lap. London moved up
alongside Caleb's head then leaned down to kiss on him a little bit which
Caleb responded to with enthusiasm. London finally moved then offered the
boys his cock and again, Caleb attacked it with enthusiasm.

After a bit we separated and London asked Caleb if he would fuck him. Caleb
said he he'd never done that before but could try.

"That's what counts," London said. I lubed up my sons' asshole then did
Caleb's cock which of course caused the boy to practically swoon. I
suspected he had never used a slippery product before or at least had it
applied by someone else's hand. London figured that for Caleb's first fuck
it would be easier if he was on his hands and knees with Caleb behind
him. I agreed. London assumed the position and Caleb got into place,
holding his dicky down and aimed at the wrinkled target. I put my hand on
Caleb's ass for encouragement and grinned at me. Flesh touched flesh, the
boys' uncovered cock head leading the way.

"Go ahead sweet boy, push hard." He did, declared that it was tight but
pushed harder and, like always, the muscle allowed him entrance, garnering
a slight yelp from my son in the process. Caleb's eyes were glued to the
action and I knew he was likely congratulation himself for getting his
first fuck. Either that or he was totally amazed at where he was at.

"Go ahead and put it all the way in me Caleb," London commanded so Caleb
moved and slowly inserted his cock into a hole for the first time in a life
time of hole punching. Well, hopefully a life time of it. Who really knew.

"How does it feel son," I asked him. He was clearly surprised at the
honorific.

"It's good, it's real tight on my boner." I kept the obvious quip to
myself.

"Now fuck me Caleb, fuck me good," London said. Caleb started the process
and fell out the first few times but finally managed to stay inside. It was
pretty straightforward without any embellishment, changes of direction or
speed. When London told the boy to fuck him harder, Caleb tried but fell
out again so went back to what he was doing. I knew it wasn't the best fuck
my son had ever gotten but as a wise man once said, "there's no such thing
as a bad one, some are just better than others.

It didn't last long nor did I expect it would and I would bet than London
didn't either. Caleb finally announced that he was gong to cum soon and a
half minute later he did with plenty of moaning and groaning and eye
rolling. Naturally he was ready to pull out as soon as his dick quite
spitting and under other circumstances I would have cautioned him not to
but I knew that London was going to ask me to finish him off, which he did.

My son rolled onto his back and I got into position and slipped my cock
right inside of him, no muss no fuss no waiting around. I put my arms under
he legs and leaned forward on the bed and began fucking him good and hard
right from the get go.

Caleb moved around us to see the action from every direction and of course
he commented on what it looked like from behind.

"Goddamn dad I love having you fuck me," London groaned, "make me cum dad,
fuck me into a cum." I began hammering him hard and getting a grunt each
time I bottomed out inside of him. It didn't take long before he was there
and cried out. His asshole gripped me and took me over the edge and I began
loading his ass up with daddy cum. When it was all over I brought him onto
my lap so we could hug and kiss. London welcomed Caleb into the group and
added his lips to the action.

"That was awesome to watch. I'm sorry I couldn't do better London."

"No worries Caleb, you'll get better with practice. Hey dad, maybe we could
have Caleb come stay with us for a few days before school starts."

"We could if Aggie will let him go. Would you like that Caleb?"

"Yeah, maybe. I never been anywhere except Billings or Bozeman and up to
Canada once," the boy said.

"We'll have to talk about that then." I pulled out of London who went right
to the bathroom to clean up. While London was gone I asked Caleb what he'd
thought about the whole experience, which was awesome in the boys' mind. I
asked him if he was going to sleep with us and he shook his head.

"Better not. I don't need Aggie finding out about this.: I agreed with
him. I asked him if he felt like he might want to try getting fucked. Not
now, but in the future and he grinned.

"Yessir I do. I wish London could do it." I told him maybe we'd stop here
on the way back from Costa Rica and he thought that was pretty cool. When
London came out of the bathroom we all kissed and Caleb headed off to his
own room.

"That was fun dad. I was hoping to fuck Caleb."

"Well he wants you to be the first to fuck him." London grinned.

"Maybe he could go to Costa Rica with us." I wasn't sure that was a good
idea, thrusting the naive youngling into that group of sexual piranha's.
Besides he might not even want to go. I could bring it up if you really
want me to." He gave it a moments thought then said,

"It never hurts to ask both Caleb and then Aggie."