Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 00:45:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son 16

The Florida house first appeared in The Ahn Boys and is modeled after il
Palmetto at 1500 S Ocean Park Blvd, Palm Beach. Check it out. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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The burgers and dogs began coming off the grill so people began plating up
and conversation dipped considerably while everybody was masticating.

"Anybody have thoughts about Christmas," Cody asked. "We've got a handful
of friends in the islands that we'd like to invite down."

"Oh hell yes," Dane said with a laugh. "A whole bunch of sex crazed
boys. That would be tons of fun."

"Probably should consider blocking some rooms at the resort," David
suggested. "We've invited Tobbi's mother and sister down along with the 2
Toby's. She's well aware of and supports her son's relationship and she's
also met the Hawaiian boys and their adult lovers. I don't think having her
stay here at the house is in anyone's best interest. I know she'd agree
with that assessment knowing she cramp our style.

"Might be able to put her up at the house," Greg suggest, "although she
might want to have better access to her son." Cody said they could always
ask her preference but we'd better ask earlier rather than later. Greg
agreed completely.

"I really like the Toby's," Angelo said, the Jaco crew having met them when
David flew them down earlier in the month.

"Their story is incredible," Dane mused. It certainly was and Dane had some
incredible firsthand experience with part of it. This was mostly because of
his own rare and unusual gift of insight and recently developed but limited
mental telepathy abilities with the current Tobbi and a few others. Dane
had told us about them when we were all in Europe on tour with the band a
month or so prior.

It was a remarkable story about a 13 year old boy who had died in the mid
1950's only to come back for a brief period of time a few years prior in,
engage sexually with big Toby for a week then return a year later for a
solid month. A few days after leaving the second time the boy was
reincarnated (for lack of a better word) as a permanent fixture in the
current time line but now a year older. The amount of coincidences between
the 2 teen Toby's and the adult Toby were way too much to ignore, not to
mention Dane's mental and emotional connection to the boys. Those who knew
the two boy Toby's believed every single word of their story as did the
current teen Tobbi's mother. Among the coincidences was they all had the
same first and last names but spelled slightly differently as were their
mothers names, were all born on the same day and at the same time during a
hellacious storm. Then there were the identical birthmarks in the same
place. There was more, a lot more.

"I think Bill is coming as well," Cody said, "and will probably have Luca
with him and might have another friend and his boy with him. Bill said that
the man, Remy, is someone we want to have in our corner although he didn't
explain that."

"I wonder if the triplets will come too," London observed, "or if they were
invited."

"I can ask Jordon and if Bill hasn't invited them I will," Cody said,
Jordon was the triplets first lover when they were barely into 13 and was
now their manager." Cody handled the band's merchandizing in the US.

"Hey," Dane said, "maybe they could do a show in San Jose and maybe even a
freebie here in Jaco." Everybody agreed that sounded like a good idea.

"Gonna have to buy a bigger house," David quipped which got a laugh.  Time
passed, they continued to chat but before the post meal time clock hit the
60 minute mark the boys were clamoring for everybody to get up off their
dead asses onto their dying feet and get them properly dicked.

It started with a melee of men and boys all fluttering about giving kisses
and strokes to each other before pairing off. Andrés approached Rory
straight away, his cock by that time about half way hard and sticking
straight out from his body. As predicted it hit 6 inches and would probably
reach the predicted 6˝. Interestingly Carlitos asked if he could join
them. There were 2 more boys than men so a few triples would be needed to
get everyone's dick worked on. Unless some moved into quads that is.

Rory was well aware of Andrés inexperience and thus shyness so was a
little surprised when he said yes then looked to Rory who gave a slight
head nod.

London had cornered Orion and was exploring the teens massive cock when
Angelo snagged me as I sat in my chair. His dick was already at full stand,
the 4˝ inch tube of brown uncut flesh quivering in front of his taut
little belly, the head barely peeking out from under his foreskin.

 "You can't hide any more Loren," he said with mock seriousness, "time to
fuck a little boy." Angelo fit that moniker physically but certainly not
experientially according to what I'd heard. The boy was a cock hound, loved
having a cock up his ass and it didn't matter whether it was boy or man,
cock was cock. However, he did enjoy the big ones.

Angelo climbed onto my lap and began kissing me with unbridled passion. My
hand found his crotch so I fondled and stroked the boy and played with his
marble sized balls, loving every bit of his completely smooth body. I
hadn't been with a smoothie since I'd fucked Luca when we were in Europe.

Angelo made the decision to stop, got off of my lap then bend over and took
hold of my cock, gave it few strokes then began sucking me off. I glanced
around and saw that Javier had done what his brother had but it was David's
lap he was in, the two kissing in gentle little kisses.

Seneca and Marco had coupled and I wondered what it was going to be like
for the boy with that monster shoved up his ass. But then, London would be
in the same boat shortly since Orion's cock pretty much matched
Marco's. Goddamn that man was big.

Marco's boy Diego had claimed Aitor who had also dragged Jody into the mix
to double team the young cutie. At 12 years old the boy had started puberty
and was now sporting some small black hairs, not unlike my son although
London's were much lighter in color. I figured that somewhere along the
road he'd find his way into my bed, my arms while my cock found its way
into his adorable and most likely very tight little ass.

Cody had been busy doing cleanup and such so was sort of left out of the
mix. Carlitos took notice of that and chose to leave his 3 some to keep
Cody company. Truth beknown Carlitos had been keeping an eye on Cody since
he first met the man a month before. He was fairly young, very cute, and
always nice to the boy. Plus, he had an awesome dick. Carlitos had wanted
to bed him but there hadn't been any real opportunities until that very day
so having Cody be partnerless was like a dream come true for the young
teen.

"I would love to keep you company Carlitos," Cody said when the boy
approached him, then leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Cody quickly
stripped his shorts and shirt off then took Carlitos by the hand and found
a spot nearby Rory and Andrés. The boy went straight for Cody's cock as
soon as they hit the ground and began to explore, stroking the rising
shaft, fondly the man's smooth heavy balls, before covering the head with
his mouth.

Angelo stopped sucking and stood upright. "Now you suck mi pollo dura," he
said. Since he was standing in front of me I bent at the waist and put my
mouth over his stiff dick and sucked him to the root, which wasn't any kind
of problem at all. I took him in, then held onto his tiny boys' butt and
gently encouraged him to fuck my mouth. He did. I suckled as he moved,
reveling in the smaller dick moving in and out.

The boy finally backed away so I stood up, took his hand and led him onto
the grass where we plopped down close to Aitor and Diego and got busy
making out. I didn't see where Jody had gotten off to. It didn't take long
before both younglings declared they needed to get fucked.

"Can anybody toss us some wiener slider," I called out. In seconds two
bottles landed close by. I handed one to Aitor. "Want some fingering first
hot boy," I asked Angelo who shook his head no. I slathered my dick,
slathered his asshole and got into position. Alongside me Aitor was doing
the same thing. After having Marco's dick in his ass on a daily basis,
Diego could probably take Aitor's cock without so much as a flinch.

It took a moment to get my cock into Angelo's hole and when it went through
the muscle I stopped to let him adjust. Next to us Aitor had done the same
thing. Once Angelo was ready to go I lifted his legs and rested them
against the face of my shoulders, planted my palms on the grass and began
to fuck him. Aitor wasn't far behind me but elected to slip his arms under
Diego's legs then plant his palms and begin his fucking journey.

I heard London yelp and knew that Orion had planted his baseball bat in my
son's ass. Angelo's hands rested loosely on my forearms until a spike in
feelings ripped through his young body and then he gripped me tightly. Both
boys began panting heavily and moaning loudly as we fucked them up the
escalator into a fog of hotness. Angelo's eyes actually rolled back in the
sockets a few times.

All of a sudden after a good 4 minutes of pounding the boy cried out and
his body shook, his asshole pulsed and he came. I could feel the muscle
flex and relax against my cock with each time his body tried to ejaculate
nonexistent sperm. As his orgasm waned mine kicked off. Diego's orgasm hit
about the same time mine did and if Aitor's noises were any indication, so
did his.

"I'm gonna cum Orion I'm gonna cum," I heard London cried out and when I
looked I saw the hot teen working even harder at pummeling the adorable
son's ass.

"I will cum soon Rory," Andrés said. Rory pounded him a little harder,
not that he wasn't already and moments later Andrés experienced the most
powerful orgasm he'd had in at least 2 years. He whined, he groaned, he
scratched Rory's forearms with his fingernails and in less time than it
takes to tell the story, Rory was unloading his sperm into Andrés no
longer virgin boy pussy

Around the grounds, the sounds of sex and people cumming became a cacophony
of sound and wide range of vocabulary that gave voice to the powerful
feelings of orgasmic sex. "Oh god" "Oh fuck" "oh goddamn shit fuck" were
the most common phrases.

And then it got quiet. There was all that noise for a good 3-4 minutes as
participant all shot off. Then nothing but heavy panting, a few groans then
the sounds of post climatic kissing and whispered terms of
endearment. People started to separate then most hit the pool or the
outside shower heads.

While everyone was going about their post-coital business David and Cody
retreated to the house then came back with a half dozen bottles of Krug,
stacks of stemmed acrylic wine glasses and a tray of assorted cheeses and
crackers. The stems were circled in red white and blue rings, the colors of
both America and Costa Rica. Rory and Cody poured glasses of bubbly while
David spoke.

"Gather round sex fiends," David called out. Once all were together he went
on. "To the success of our friendship and extended family, our business
partnership and the success of our business venture." Hear, hear," the
group responded.

"And a toast to our birthday boy London Carter who turns 12 tomorrow."
There was plenty of clapping, whooping and hollering. "Also to our newest
family members Aitor and Gabriel." Again, more clapping and noise making.

The boys were all allowed glasses of champagne and to a boy they all sipped
and didn't gulp. None of the group were big drinkers, none of them smoked
or did other mood altering substances. The boys were allowed to indulge
with the adults in moments such as that and knew the etiquette.

The Great Danes had been free to roam the grounds during the orgy and now
were getting quite animated at all the fanfare their humans were making and
so had to impose their presence on their caretakers. Everybody indulged
them of course but then, it's pretty hard to ignore a 120 pound Great Dane
when they demanded one's attention.

After the toasts people broke up into pairs or groups for idle chit
chat. After a 30 minute break people started moving into pairs and trios
again and on that go around I asked Andrés if the boy was open to trying
a different lover. I would learn later that Andrés had taken a liking to
me as soon as he met me the day before. Andres didn't know why exactly but
he just did so when I approached him Andrés readily agreed. Rory Told me
the next that that he'd watched the interaction and smiled to himself as we
found a spot on the grass and settled in. In that moment he knew that
Andrés was going to work out just fine.

About that time my son approached Rory and asked if he was looking for a
boy to fuck. "I am," the man said looking about, "do you see a boy that
needs a good fucking." London knew Rory was messing with him.

"I see 9 of them, if my math is correct, but only one of them isn't taken."
Rory looked at the boy and let his shoulders slump in a gesture of
disappointment.

"Well, okay, I guess you'll do."

"Gee thanks grampa," the blonde cutie said with a mouth splitting grin, "I
guess I can settle for vintage." Rory all but roared with laughter and
reached out to grab my boy.

"I'll show you vintage you little vixen." London backed away all the while
giggling." He then stepped into Rory's arms.

"Let the fucking begin," he said then planted his mouth against Rory's.

I won't do a repeat of the last few pages so I'll give a synopsis of my
experience. Andres had a delicious cock, 6˝ chubby inches, and large
very low hanging balls. And not a stich of pubic hair anywhere. I found
Andrés to be an interesting boy and an interesting lover, the latter
probably due to his inexperience. Regardless he let himself go, engage
fully in the process and allowed himself to be vulnerable to the intense
feelings. He didn't last very long once I started fucking him. I didn't cum
but that was okay. Andrés said he felt bad about it and said he hoped
I'd fuck him again before I left so he could make up for it.

Before the night was out the group decided to give London his 12 fucks in
place of spanks but even that took a twist. The youngling decided that he
wanted every dick in the place stuffed up his ass. The plan was for them to
just line up and start with the smallest cocks. Each person would mount the
boy and give him a dozen thrusts then turn the asshole over to the next
cock in line and work his way up to Marco who would hopefully fuck the boy
into a cum. Even Andrés dipped his wick in the ink well.

After fucking London someone had another suggestion so instead of them all
fucking they all gathered closer and began to jack off. On London. By the
time that Marco was ready to cum and London was cumming, my son was covered
in sperm, cum, jizz, spody, cream, nut honey or whatever the fuck one
wanted to call it.  My boys' face and head were drenched as was his back
and even his arms weren't left un-spermed.

Everybody clapped and whooped and hollered. A sheet cake with London's name
emblazoned on it was served and another round or two of champagne was
drunk. It was closing on 10pm and the adults decided to call it a
night. London said he may or may not make it my bed. Andrés had heard
him so came to me and said,

"I would love to help keep you warm in your bed Loren." My answer was to
kiss him, take his hand, and lead him off to my bedroom.

We stayed another night in Jaco, that day spent doing some sightseeing, the
night fucking. I passed on the fucking part but London didn't. On Sunday we
flew out and were back home around 3:30 in the afternoon, given the time
difference. A chopper waited for us at Hartford and took us the last leg.

On the flight I had a discussion with London about the go cart track. I'd
been doing some thinking and was having doubts about putting up such a
large complex for a variety of reasons. Not the least of those was that it
would ruin the ambiance of the estate, it would seem to commercial. Also it
seemed way to extravagant for a family of 2. If we had lots of young guests
on a regular basis, maybe, but I didn't see that happening. Like so many
extravagant things that people add to their homes it would likely go unused
or at best used infrequently. I was all for going to plan B.

"So what I'm thinking son is we use the security path that encircles the
estate and possible create some other paths, hills and curves to create our
own track. They would require a larger tire and I still want to use
electric Karts if possible. What do you think?"

"I think you're right dad. Yeah, it would be cool to have the track we
talked about but like you said, it probably wouldn't be used that much." So
that was settled. We were still going through with the repurposing that
carriage house however.

The staff welcomed us home and Childers actually asked how the trip
went. He had acquiesced to my request and was using our first names and
he'd also foregone the cutaway and was wearing slacks, shirt and tie.

Jensen informed me that his partner would be arriving on Thursday and could
he have the time off. Of course I said yes. When I asked how he was going
to get to the Oaks Jensen said he was planning on renting a car and going
to pick him up.

"No need Jensen, use one of the Land Rover's, that's what they're for. What
is his name?"

"Christian Teal. He teaches math and science."

"I'd love to meet him. What do you think about having dinner here Sunday
night, both of you that is. I'd invite you for the night he gets here to
save you from having to cook or eat out but I'm sure that food will be the
last thing on your minds. Besides, London and I are flying down to Palm
Beach tomorrow." Jensen chuckled and nodded his head

"I would like Christian to meet you and London as well and as to dinner
Sunday, I accept."

I headed to the cavern to meet with Loren and found him in a jovial mood
and not looking so pale. We talked about the trip and my investing in the
two Costa Rican projects and the changes regarding the kart track. He was
excited about the Costa Rican projects and declared he wished that he could
see them.

"You can Aaron. Why don't you come down for Christmas?" He let that roll
around in his brain before answering.

"That sounds like fun so I'll commit with the option of staying home
depending on my health at that time." I figured that was fair enough and
was thrilled that he was even considering it.

That evening I had one of my security guys go with me and Jensen to the
"fuck house" to retrieve the T-bird and the Mark II. I was leaving the
Charger for the time being. I drove the Mark back and yes, it was a beast
but a goddamned nice beast. Jensen drove the T-bird. The next day I drove
the T-bird up to Hartford on business and because the weather was stunning,
I took the top off. Needless to say I got plenty of looks. It made me
wonder about looking around for a car club and maybe putting the cars in
local shows.

I spent time with Straub to go over the Costa Rican loans and he had the
contracts written up then faxed to David who would get Greg's contract to
the man. Straub allowed as how the tree house scheme was very
interesting. He then asked if I was planning on making future trips to the
central American country and I answered in the affirmative.

"I ask because we have a line on a 10 year old 787 Dreamliner that belonged
to one of the organizations wealthy associates. The man died and the family
wants to unload it for a very good price. We can follow the usual protocol;
you buy it we lease it. I've flown on it and it's quite nice." I told him
to go ahead with it. Meanwhile I wanted to take one of the smaller jets
down to Florida for 3 or 4 days. London would be starting school in a week
and at that time I wanted to start meeting key players in the company. I
also needed to figure out what kind of education I would need to best help
the organization.

"I will start lining up meetings if you'd like Loren." I would like; and I
said so. Straub also said he'd arrange for the chopper to pick us up around
9am then a driver to pick us up at the airport and take them to the house
and gave me the contact information for the house. After that I made a trip
to one of the dozen banks we did business with to sign some paperwork as
well as to front load them to the impending withdrawals and wire transfers.

That all, done I headed home. As I neared Wallingford I decided to stop and
check out Choate School. I found the campus, went into the office and was
soon seated in an office. My goal was to introduce myself, make sure
everything was in order for London to start school and make any adjustments
if needed. The short story was that all was well, he was scheduled to start
the following week on a Thursday of all things. They gave me a welcoming
packet which included things he'd need.

Two days later the chopper picked us up and 35 minutes after that we were
on a jet to Florida. As the jet came to a stop at the private terminal a
car approached.

"What the heck is that dad," London exclaimed.

"I don't know son other than it's an old Rolls Royce." As we deplaned the
driver had gotten out and stood next to the opened back door which was what
is called a suicide door.

"Mr. Carter," he said to me then repeated it to London. "I am Anderson,
head of the staff at "Casa di Incantato, which means house of Enchantment."
As we were leaving the airport I asked him and he told us it was a 1956
Rolls Royce Silver Wraith. The car of dignitary's the world over. I liked
it. The ride went fairly quickly and soon we were passing very high end
properties, most hidden behind tall walls and a ton of foliage. From what
we did see it appeared that the Mediterranean and Spanish styles were the
architecture of choice.

We soon came to a set of gates that were opening as we approached and
pulled into a large courtyard in front of a massive home that stretched for
200 feet crosswise in front of us with a wing on our right side that was
probably the same length but mostly 1 story with an archway in the middle
to allow for vehicles to pass through.  I won't go into a lot of detail at
this point but a brief description of spectacular residence is this.

It is a Mediterranean revival style home of some 68,000 square feet of
living space in 3 distinct and separate building and sits on 6˝ walled
acres. One end faces the intracoastal waterway and West Palm Beach and the
other faces the Atlantic Ocean. It consists of 16 bedrooms, 4 of which are
VIP suites, 20 bathrooms and half baths, 4 of the bedrooms are servants
quarters. There are 2 swimming pools, a half dozen fountains and pools, a
regulation tennis court, a Koi pond resembling a small stream, over 400
feet of combined beach. A dock and boathouse which has a 2 bedroom
apartment on the 2nd floor faces the intracoastal waterway while a fully
contained 2 bedroom guest house and pool is right on the Atlantic
Ocean. The beach house is accessed by a private tunnel under Ocean
boulevard which cuts through that end of the property. There is a full time
day staff of 4 plus a 3 man gardening crew all of whom live off the estate
unless people are in residence, which hadn't happened in over a year.  As
it turned out even Anderson didn't stay the night there.

Inside we met the boy who did spent the night there. Fourteen years old,
Ajax was the son of the head gardener. A second generation Cuban, he was
cute enough with wavy black hair, large dark eyes and a slightly husky, not
at all fat, torso. Sparkling white teeth and an ever present smile finished
off the look.  Ajax stayed in the house for 2 reasons, the first being it
was felt that the appearance of someone living there would reduce the
chances of a burglary. Naturally the entire property was ringed with a high
tech security system but still.  The second one was that he was the oldest
of 6 siblings in a house designed for a family of 5. His parents made good
enough money but not enough to afford a house in Palm or West Palm
beach. As it turned out, Ajax loved the solitude and privacy. Why not. He
was practically the lord of the castle, a million and a half dollar castle.

When he explained Ajax's situation he stated that he himself did not stay
in the house but went home at night and on that note he asked if we could
manage without staff for the 3 days we were there. "I must apologize for
that sir but my mother passed 4 days ago and I must travel to Chicago for
her funeral and deal with her estate."

"I am sorry for your loss Anderson but of course, go. we lived without
servants up until 3 months ago, can manage a few days I assure you." He
apologized again and I assured him that it was not a problem and I assumed
that Ajax could help with our simple needs. On that note, he left. Ajax
jumped right in.

"If you'll follow me sirs, I'll show you to your rooms and then we can tour
the estate."

"Please Ajax," I said, "our first names are fine. Loren, and London," I
said pointing to my son. As stated the house was huge and spectacular. It
fronted the intercostal waterway on one side, the Atlantic ocean on the
other, one of the few homes in Palm Beach to do so. The house was
essentially 3 buildings connected by cloisters, long covered hallways or
gallery's that opened on one side to the elements through tall archways and
pillars.  It had everything one would need a game room, billiard room, home
theater that seated 16, library, 2 living areas and a 3rd huge living area
in a separate building with a commanding view of the Atlantic. Outdoors,
Ajax showed us the boat house on the intercoastal waterway that held a pair
of 1930 28 foot Garwood runabouts and a 2 bedroom apartment on the second
floor. From there it was back, through the gardens, some of them small and
private. We stopped by the pool that sat off to one side of the main house
along with changing rooms and shower.

From there it was to the other side of the house over a huge expanse of
lawn then the walk through the tunnel underneath Ocean Boulevard to a 2
bedroom guest house right on the beach. London thought that cool as
shit. Well. So did I

The house was actually two small building separated by a swimming pool. One
side was kitchen and living room and the other held the two bedrooms. It
was really cute actually. As we started back to the house London said he
was getting hungry/ So was I.  Ajax jumped in.

"I can fix something for lunch or you can go out. There are a great many
good restaurants close by." I allowed as how we didn't have a car nor did I
know where to go. "Actually you have 3 cars to choose from besides the
Wraith and I can take you somewhere." I raised an eyebrow. "I can guide you
I should say and wait in the car for you."

"That isn't an option Ajax. I will not let you sit in the car while we
eat. You will go in with us. So, suggestions." He allowed as how there was
a very good seafood place right up the road. So we detoured to where the
cars were stored, which was inside the archway that we saw when we first
arrived. That courtyard was completely enclosed by the parking building and
a wing of the house, actually, the wing with the huge 2nd floor living area
which, as I learned later, was where the sex parties were held. That was
verified by an adjacent storeroom full of queen sized mattresses.

The cars. I found a new Land Rover Defender, a 5 year old Cadillac, the
Wraith. And of all things a Corvette that couldn't be more than 4 years
old. I elected for the Land Rover which was the staff's car. The keys were
in a lock box which Ajax opened, and off we went with Ajax giving
directions. He had been correct. We turned left out of the driveway and 18
blocks up the road we hit the restaurant, Rodney's Crabs. I won't belabor
the issue except to say the food was very good and judging from the lip
smacking, ooh's and ahhh's, and verbal comments, I wasn't alone. I was
going to pick up something for dessert but Ajax said it wasn't necessary.

"My mother baked a black forest cake for you." Turns out his mother was an
amazing who cooked for Aaron when he was in residence but also baked cakes
and pies for restaurants. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed.  Back at
the estate the topic of what to do now came up and London said he thought a
swim would be a nice way to relax and I agreed.

"Of course you're welcome to join us Ajax," I said. He got a little
sheepish.

"I...I don't have a swim suit," he stammered.

"Don't need one, London exclaimed, "we don't have one either." I was pretty
sure that my boys' usual ulterior motive was in play but kept it to
myself. Regardless Ajax said okay but did so a little reluctantly. We
headed out to the pool where London quickly stripped naked. I took a little
more time as did Ajax but we both eventually got there.

The boy didn't disappoint but then, few boys do. He wasn't a big boy but
sported a decent sized uncut softy with a nice little patch of pitch black
hair at the base which spread across his pubic bone. His completely smooth
balls were a decent size indicating to me that his cock had a lot more
growth coming. His torso was nicely defined particularly as it glided from
stomach to pelvis creating a deep V.

"You got a nice one Ajax," London said. The boy blushed and told London he
had a cute one then to me he said,

"And you got a big one." I thanked the boy, then into the pool we
went. There was lots of frolicking about. The pool didn't have a diving
board so that was out of the equation. I did some cupped hand flips for the
boys and of course London was easier than Ajax due to the weight difference
but still, my son was growing. I finally settled on doing some lap while
the boys played and wasn't paying attention to them. Had I been, I would
have noticed their heads together a couple of times.

"Dad." I heard London's voice, a whisper. I'd drifted off. I opened my eyes
and saw a pair of raging boners above my face sticking out from their
owners bodies like a set of wall sconces. Then hands reached across my body
to take hold of the other's rockin rod. I assumed I had an open invitation
to participate so reached up and cupped each boys' sagging sac and gently
fondled.

Ajax was a pleasant handful. As I'd predicted he was probably a little over
5 inches hard, not a significant difference than when soft but certainly
thicker. Again, I imagined the boy would grow into a healthy lad. After a
moment they let go of each other which I translated to mean the cocks were
now open season and I was invited to hunt. I moved my hands from balls to
boner and proceeded to fondled and stroke. It didn't last long.

The boys stepped back, stepped sideways, then dropped to their knees
alongside my waist then both began playing with my stuff. "Go ahead and
suck it Jaxie," my son said, "you'll love it." So, a nickname although I
wouldn't use it without permission and even then I probably wouldn't. I
liked the name Ajax. It rolled nicely off my tongue; about as nicely as my
tongue would roll off his cock.

The Cuban boy took hold of my rapidly rising and stroked me while mumbling
how big it was. After giving it a visual inspection he chose to inspect it
orally, pulling it toward him as he leaned over my waist and dropped his
head, taking me into the warmth of his mouth. Clearly the kid didn't have a
great deal of experience at cock sucking but the quality of it wasn't
important because any cock sucking by a boy is always good, some were just
better'n others.

"Is it fun for you daddy having Ajax suck your cock?"  He wasn't looking
for an answer. London then swung a leg over my chest then lowered his body
and offered me his throbbing boy boner. I didn't have to lift a
finger. London aimed, I opened my mouth, and in he went. I clutched my
boys' ass and encouraged him to fuck my face, which he did. I let go of my
left hand and moved it to rub on Ajax's back to encourage him to
continue. London was the one to break it.

"Let's go to your bed dad, it'll be more comfy." Indeed. We separated,
grabbed our clothes, and 8 minutes later were sprawled across my Alaskan
King which is about half again as big as a Cal King.

"I love this bed," Ajax said, "I dream about being in it with a bunch of
boys." He looked at me and added, "and now a man." I took a risk and pulled
him to me and planted my mouth against his. The Cuban boy responded
immediately. London wormed between us and started taking turns on our cocks
while Ajax and I made out. He was a very passionate boy and the sense that
I got was that had a lot of pent up desire and emotion and no reasonable
place to expend it.

"Son, why don't you and I trade jobs." London moved immediately and so did
I and in seconds I was face to face with his cock. Yes, it certainly was a
chubby and once some length was added to it his cock would be a formidable
tool which I hope to be around to see.

I looked him over and once again, admired the body of a health growing
boy. No sight better. I stroked his cock, skinning his foreskin back and
forth over his sensitive swollen cock head. His precum was leaking like
crazy so I leaned in close and licked it off, savoring the taste, then got
about to sucking him off while London was offering his boner to Ajax.

The kid's cock felt good in my mouth. Of course most cocks do but it's like
the length, girth, and rigidness conspired to make it an almost perfect
cock. For me. I bobbed my head and suckled while I fondled his balls, the
sac of eggs almost filling my hand. I felt his hand on my head then ruffle
my hair and when I glanced up he was sill putting an avid suck on my kid's
cock. Ajax might not have had much experience but he damn sure was a
player.

I didn't take long before Ajax said he would cum soon if I didn't stop. I
wanted to see the boy shoot so moved back, as did London.

"Jack off dad," London asked.

"I think so baby boy. Mind if I do you Ajax?"

"Sure, go ahead Loren. Nobody ever beat my meat for me." Interesting. So I
started the process as did London. I loved jacking off a boy particularly
one who had never been thusly honored. I took it slow and easy, gently
squeezing his dick as I stroked. London was doing a fast jack, pounding his
boy boner with a vengeance while Ajax watched on, his breathing coming
faster along with the usual noises.

"I'm close Loren, I'm really close Loren, I'm...AAHHHHHHH." His cock
thickened against my fingers and his ass went up off the bed and his dick
shot out a nice little stream that hit his face. His head was thrashing
from side to side on the pillow as another jet of teen sperm shot out onto
his chest, followed by a 3rd on. From there it was a couple of short shorts
then oozing, the white lava running out of his piss slit and down over my
finger. I continued to stroke him until he giggle and told me to stop.

Next to us London went off with a typical 3 little squirts of multiple
droplets that dotted his heavy belly. I scooped up Ajax's sperm, look a
lick and determined it tasty, then smeared my own cock head and went to
town. Ajax moved so he could watch closely and asked if he could do it for
me.

"I'll let you know when I'm ready sweet boy otherwise we'll be here all
night." I got to it and a few minutes later told him to take over, which he
did with plenty of enthusiasm. A moment later I announced the arrival and
shortly thereafter I blasted. I was the usual, multiple jets of goo that
splattered my torso in white.

"Oh my gosh does it ever stop," Ajax exclaimed after the 4th jet. Of course
at that point it ebbed dramatically and soon the show was over. When Ajax
let go I took over with a slow, post sperming, stroke wanting to extend
some good feeling.

"Oh man I wonder if I'll ever make that much cum," Ajax mused. He wasn't
looking for an answer and didn't get one.

"I think a shower is in order," I said. We piled in and got cleaned off all
the while chatting. We found out that Ajax had never been with anybody
except his younger brother who was 11 going on 12 and part of the reason
Ajax stayed at the house.

"Raul was asking me a bunch of questions about sex. We shared a bedroom
with our little brother Bernardo who is 8. Anyway one thing led to another
and we sucked each other's cock then I jacked off for him. It went on for a
month or two then my dad found out. Turned out that Raul had tried to get
our sister Lilli to do stuff, she's 10. She was interested but Bernardo
caught them and told dad. They decided I should stay here. My parents
weren't all that mad about it. Like my dad said, boys will be boys and
that's what boys do. Still, it gives a little more space in the house and I
got privacy, which was unheard of in our home.

"So," my dad said, "it isn't all about being punished. It is also about
giving a growing boy some privacy." There was more to the story but that
was the gist of it. Back in bed we talked about what kinds of things he'd
like to do now that the basics were out of the way.

"Well. I'd like to try fucking," he said and when London asked which way
Ajax was quite clear. "I want to fuck and get fucked up the butt."

"We can help you with that Jaxie," my son said which got him a big grin.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to have your big cock up my butt though Loren."

"That is very understandable Ajax," I said, "London would suit you just
fine I'm sure."

"But I will tell you Jaxie that dad's cock isn't that bed. Still, I'd be
happy to fuck you and let you fuck me."

"Awesome," the Cuban boy replied.

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