Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2011 06:20:47 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Instructing My Son V London went into the bathroom and got a drink of water, came back out and lay on my bed with his arms wrapped around a pillow. I went over and sat on the edge for a moment and simply looked the thing over. First of all it was huge. A four poster, the canopy that covered it had to be 7 feet above the mattress. The entire frame was heavy looking dark wood with hardly a smooth spot on it for it was completely carved. The headboard, easily six feet wide and four tall had an elaborate set of dragons carved into it, their bodies and tails intertwining in some spots. The 4 posts also had dragons carved into them, twisting round the poles. It really was magnificent. London yawned again then closed his eyes so I got up, bent over and kissed his forehead and went over to the table where I'd dropped the manila envelop. I sat in an armchair, popped the wax seal and pulled out a sheath of papers, amongst them recent photos of London and me. I set them aside and looked through the papers, most of which appeared to be a hand written letter but one of which was a copy of Caroline's birth certificate, an immunization record with the last entry at age 10, and a junior high photograph. I set those aside as well and began reading the letter, acutely aware that the handwriting was very neat but precise. It started: Dear Loren, which was of course, my name. If you're reading this then you've made an initial decision about my offer. I apologize at the outset for the subterfuge of having you investigated but there was no other way. Believe me when I say this. Should you and my grandson decide to go the distance; more will be revealed to you. He went on to give me a little family history which began with his parent's immigration to this country prior to the turn of the 19th century. His father brought a chunk of wealth with him then expanded on that to create a tidy fortune. His parents had purchased The Oaks from a family that had fallen on desperate times and had already sold off some 2000 acres. After graduating from Harvard Business School with an MBA and a sixth sense when it came to impending change Aaron began making changes in the family businesses. He invested heavily in electronics and communications before the depression, moved them into oil, steel, armaments and merchant shipping in anticipation of a European war and by the end of WWII saw a tenfold increase in the family fortunes. The Nussbaum's came home from Germany at the end of the war and at Aaron's insistence the family began buying up huge tracts of farmland on the outskirts of major cities, one of which was Las Vegas. That put the family owned business on the cutting edge of creating the increase in suburban development. The family bought up lumber, concrete, and banking interests so that they made money through every phase of the developments. All of those people buying houses in the `burbs needed easy access to shopping so the Nussbaum family was in on the ground floor of the covered shopping mall concept. Still, they had no children and after plenty of medical procedures it was determined that Hannah would bear no more children they discussed adoption and then Caroline came into their lives. She had been somewhat difficult from day 1 and got progressively more so as the years went on. By 13 she was impossible. There were incidents of alcohol abuse. Childers found her passed out and half clothed in the conservatory at two in the afternoon one day. By 15 she had been hospitalized for a drug overdose and entered an exclusive 90 rehab. Things seemed to slow down after that but Caroline remained very angry and aloof. Her mother seemed to have the most difficulty with her, partially because of Hannah's rather rigid belief system and methods of communication with Caroline. The teen ran away from home at 17, was brought back and ran away again just prior to turning 18. Caroline received a small trust fund at 18 and used it to go to school, not telling her parents where but Aaron tracked her down and kept an eye on her. She used the balance of the trust to purchase the loft that she and I had lived in and unbeknownst to her, Aaron bought the building. "If you don't already know Loren, some of the restrictions in my will include use of alcohol and other drugs but Straub will explain those to you. "I desperately want London to be able to inherit my legacy. My family has worked too hard for hundreds of years to build it. The idea of it being given away saddens me and the memory of my parents but that is what will happen if London chooses not to accept my requirements. There are other family members in Europe but none of us have been on speaking terms for a century so turning it all over to them is not an option. I pray that you will use your considerable influence with your son, my grandson, toward a positive outcome for all of us." I sat there and pondered for a good 5 minutes then picked up radio and went into another room. When he answered I asked Childers if would meet me in the library, got dressed and quietly left the room. I found my way with relative ease, went in and sat down in one of the old heavily stuffed leather armchairs. Childers entered a few minutes later with a tray that carried a frosted bottle of Tomas Kemper Crème soda and a crystal goblet. I started to wonder about that then remembered the thorough investigation. "I took the liberty sir," Childers said as he placed the tray on a side table, poured me a glass and handed it to me. He then stood about 5 feet away with his hands lightly clasped at his waist and waited. I would discover that the man had the patience of a Buckingham Palace guard. I wasn't sure why I wanted to meet with him but bade him sit in an armchair across from me. He sat, more like perched, no more than half way in the chair with back straight and hands resting on his thighs. "Childers, is there a downside to all of this that I'm not seeing?" "I am not sure that I understand your meaning sir," he responded. "I don't know either but I'm wondering. You know, all of a sudden having access to all this wealth, the best things in life, being waited on hand and foot, not having to lift a finger to do anything but wipe my own ass although I would bet that if I wanted someone to take care of that for me, it would be done. It sounds good but it can't all be shits and giggles, know what I mean?" If he found my choice of words distasteful the man didn't let on. He paused for a moment. "I think I get your drift sir. I can only answer your query based on my observations and comments made by Mr. Nussbaum. Having great wealth does require work sir, even if that work involves entertaining guest's day in and day out. Great wealth requires great responsibility to thousands of people. Great wealth means being under a microscope from many quarters with many people waiting for you to slip up. Mr. Nussbaum often said there wasn't enough time in the day to do what needed to be done." He paused again, as if considering his words. "May I speak frankly sir?" It was my turn to pause. "Childers, I will always want you to speak frankly." "Yes sir, thank you sir. I think part of Mr. Nussbaum's problem, and I don't wish to speak ill of the dead, is that he had no joy in his life aside from his work. He wanted a child to share his life with but Miss Caroline shunned him at almost every turn. I think had she been more friendly toward him things would have been different. It wasn't as though he didn't try but Miss Caroline, well sir; Miss Caroline was difficult almost from the beginning. It would appear that you and Master London have a good father and son relationship and it appears that Master London brings a great deal of joy to your life. I think I may speak for all of the staff in saying that we all look forward to having a child in residence sir." There was a long pause. "Will there be anything else sir?" I shook my head and thanked him. "Very well sir." He stood, his back still remaining straight and I stood with him. As he turned to go I said, "Childers." He turned. "Sir?" "Childers, I'm going to need a friend. London and I are simple common folk; we're babies here. We don't know one fork from another. We don't know how to act or dress like people of means. We're both going to need your expertise and your guidance as well as your friendship." It seemed like the man might actually have relaxed just a fraction. "It will be my pleasure to guide you and Master London in any endeavor that you choose sir." I nodded and he turned to leave but stopped and turned around. "Sir. About the task that you mentioned earlier. If you needed assistance in managing bodily hygiene then certainly someone would be made available to carry out that task." He said it with a perfectly straight face but I thought I detected a twinkle in his eyes. I paused then allowed a slight grin. "I think you actually made a joke Childers." "Perhaps sir; but only partially." He turned and left. I left a moment later and wandered around and found myself in the conservatory. It was very relaxing there, sitting in a chair at the edge of the Koi pond watching the huge fish move lazily through their world. It was there that London found me some 30 minutes later. "Hey dad, whatcha doing?" I told him I was just cogitating. He went on to say that he found Childers and asked him where I was. London then did his best to imitate the staid houseman by standing at attention, looking straight ahead and saying, "Ah believe your fathah is in the conservatry Mahstah London." I laughed because it seemed to be a fair imitation. "I feel kinda weird at all that master London stuff dad. Do you think if we live here I might get people to not do that?" "I think you would be better off trying to get that statue," I said pointing to a piece of marble statuary, "to talk to you. So, do you want to live here son?" He paused a bit then nodded his head. "Yeah dad, I think I do." We talked about that little bit then noise at the far end of room caught my attention and then voices approaching. As they got closer it seemed that a foreign language was being spoken and a moment later a man and a boy about London's age came around the fountain. The man was Kenjiro, the gardener that we had met earlier in the day. The boy I assumed to a worker. "Oh, forgive me sirs, I didn't know you were here. We shall leave you." I stood up. "No, Kenjiro, please. Go about your business; do not let us disturb you." The man actually bowed slightly. "May I present my son Toshihiro. Toshi, this is Master Carter and Master London." The boy bowed to both of us and was a little stunned when London offered the boy his hand. The two boys shook hands gently and I could see relief in young Toshi's face. "Toshi is here for his daily lessons Master Carter for one day hopefully he will follow in my footsteps." I nodded my head then had a thought. "Perhaps Toshi would give us a tour and explain some of beautiful plants and trees." The boy looked stricken but his father looked pleased. "I, I can try Master Carter, but I am not as knowledgeable as my esteemed father." The boy was cute as the dickens. A little taller than London and slender like his father, I guessed him to be 13 or so. His pitch black hair was cut fairly short although the bangs were slightly longer. His skin tone was a light brown, his face completely smooth and perfect in every way. His almond shaped eyes were somewhat large and gave him a bit of an exotic look. "I would be honored if you would try," I said to him. We spent the next hour with the boy giving us a tour of the entire conservatory with few corrections from his father. He answered most questions with seeming ease and when he couldn't he asked his father for help. As we went on the boy seemed to lose his nervousness, allowing what training he'd received take over. Toshi had a very pleasant voice, retaining the higher pitched melodic tones of a boy whose body was not yet taken over by puberty. I wondered how he fared below the waist then wondered what made wonder that. When we were finished I thanked him profusely and praised him for his knowledge. The boy practically lit up. We separated and London and I went outside to roam the formal gardens. As soon as we were out of earshot he said, "Toshi is kina cute don't you think dad?" I admitted that he was a good looking boy. "Do you think it would be okay for me to play with him?" "What exactly do you mean son?" "You know, play as in goof around and do stuff." I still wasn't quite clear. Granted, London was still a boy interested in boy things but he was also aware of other children in a sexual context having commented a couple of time about this boy or that from school. He had also broached the subject of doing stuff with another boy and had wondered how I felt about that. I explained that sexual contact among boys wasn't uncommon and that he'd have to use his best judgment. Then he threw me for a loop and said he thought it would be really sexy and hot making to see me doing stuff with another boy. So, all things considered, I felt it prudent to ask for clarification regarding the Asian boy. "Well I mean just doing boy stuff. Exploring the woods, climbing trees playing games and stuff. It might get kinda boring around here with nobody to play with." I nodded my head then London added with a sly grin, "Maybe being sexy with him too." Dinner was excellent, a variety of Italian dishes, and it was served in courses so the dining room table was laid out like a formal dinner with a half dozen pieces of silverware, and I do mean silver, plates and glasses. "The general rule of thumb sirs," Childers said after London's comment about all stuff, "Is to work from the outside. The fork on the outside is for salad, the spoon on the outside for soup and so forth." Thusly we began our first formal meal and managed to get through it without incident. After dinner I asked Childers to bring coffee and tiramisu to the library. London and I were there 10 minutes later when he arrived with a tray, a carafe-silver of course- of coffee and two huge servings of the delectable Italian dessert. Childers asked if there would be anything else. "Yes as a matter of fact there is Childers. London has decided that we're going to stay, at least until he completes high school." The man didn't so much as bat an eyelash. "Very good sir." "Is that the most excited you get Childers?" "Yes sir, I believe it may be." "Well I'd like to make the announcement to all staff tomorrow morning in the great hall, can you arrange that? I'd like to have a get together with everyone on Saturday maybe do a BBQ, make a party out of it, invite everybody over for it. Is that possible?" "I think we can manage that sir. I'm sure that the staff would enjoy a little party. They have been under a little duress since Mr. Nussbaum left us." I asked about inviting family members as well and Childers agreed that it would be grand gesture and asked if he should start the preparations adding that he could order the food with no one being the wiser. We discussed the menu among other things. 20 minutes later we were finished but there was one more thing. "What would be a good time to make the announcement Childers?" "I think about 10 sir. Would that suit you?" I said that would be fine, he bowed, picked up the empty plates but not the coffee carafe and left. London was still wandering through the library and commented that he didn't see any kids books, "you know, like Harry Potter. Can we get some dad" I figured that, with 5 billion dollars at our disposal we could probably manage some leather bound 1st editions, signed if we wanted them. I pulled Straub's business card from my wallet and dialed, he picked it up on the second ring. "Straub," he said. "Carter," I replied. "I know Mr. Carter, what can I do for you?" No sense of humor but then, he was a high punch attorney. "London and I are going make our announcement to the staff at 10 tomorrow morning. I just told Childers who, of course, offered no change of demeanor what so ever." "Of course not, he's Childers. I assume that said announcement is good news." I said that it was and that I was planning a celebratory BBQ picnic for staff and their families on Saturday and of course he was invited." "If you have no objections Mr. Carter I'll be there tomorrow morning and we can sign some of the necessary paperwork." I agreed and hung up. "Can we go swimming dad," London asked as he sidled up and hugged me from the side. I didn't see any reason why not. "Of course since we don't have swim suits we'll have to swim naked," London pointed out. I asked if that was a problem and he said one word. "Childers." Aahhh. I pulled out my handy dandy pocket radio and called him up, told him what I had planned and when he asked which pool I said, "Well, considering that we don't have swim suits I'm thinking the inside pool." "Well chosen Sir." I smiled to myself as I hung up. London and I took our sweet time but when we got there Childers was standing outside the pool area. His elbows were at his side and forearms extended offering thick cotton bathrobes. "I took the liberty sir," he said. "There are also towels in cupboard next to the changing rooms sir. If you leave them and your clothing when you've completed your swim I'll have them put in the laundry then placed outside your room in the morning." I thanked him and he left. London and I went through the doors and began stripping. We had a nice time. It had been years since I'd gone skinny dipping and of course my son never had. He said it was very liberating, another new word he'd learned recently. We swam; we dove off the side since there was no giving board due to low ceilings. I wondered about putting in a water slide though. After one such dive London moved over and sat on the steps that led out of the pool. I moved in the direction too, staying in the water and pulling myself along with my hands. You know; playing at being a crocodile. I kept on moving and docked between his legs, my face right in line with his boyhood stuff. "Hmm what have we here, crocodile food," I said. I moved my face in close, my mouth still under water and when I got up to his balls I blew out which cause bubbles to gurgle up around his sensitive nuts. London giggled in response, closing his legs which of course clamped his knees against the sides of my head. I pushed my nose into sac then blew bubbles in the crease between his balls and his inner thigh. His cock, which had been bobbing in the water as cocks will do, began a metamorphosis from a floater to a periscope, slowly rising up out of the water. I decided to quit being a crocodile and become a submarine which needed to take on fuel so slipped my mouth over his hose and sucked. London's legs fell away from the side of my head but went back again in response to surge of feelings that rippled through his young body. He lay back against the next step, resting on one elbow while the other hand went to my head and his finger ruffled through my hair. It didn't take long before he was thrusting his hips upward, fucking his preteen cock into my mouth. It didn't last all that long. London pulled away from me and said, "Let's go up stairs dad." I agreed and climbed out of the pool. We went over and pulled a couple of towels out of the cupboard and began drying off. When London was doing his hair I got to my knees in front of him and put my mouth on his cock again and went back to sucking him. He put both hands on the sides of my head and began to seriously pump his cock into my mouth. Again, he finally pulled away from me. "Gosh dad I don't want Childers or somebody to catch doing stuff." I wasn't particularly worried about it but didn't voice my thoughts. I stood up and finished drying off and we both pulled on bathrobes and headed out of the pool room, tossing the towels along side where we'd left our clothes. We took a smaller set of stairs that went from just outside the conservatory up to the second and third floors. Actually there at least 3 sets of stairs that I was aware of. I'd learn that there were a few more hidden in the walls of the mansion. We came out a few doors down from the master suite and moments later were inside. "You better get the lube dad," London told me while he dropped his bathrobe and went straight to the bed and pulled the covers down. I got the lube from my bag and went to the bed where my son lay on his back stroking his rigid boner and roughly playing with his smooth balls. "What would you like to do baby boy?" I said he just wanted to cum. I could deal with that. I quickly lubed one hand then drug a finger from my other hand through it then told him to pull his legs back. I grabbed hold of his dick and slipped my finger up his ass at the same time. "AAhhhh," he moaned and arched his back in response to the intensity of the feelings that ripped through his young body. I stroked him and finger fucked him, wiggling the inserted digit every now and then. I got a brilliant idea and got down close and sucked his balls into my mouth and sucked them. Adding a third playground to the mix got my son panting and moaning in record time. "Oohhh fuck dad. I think I want your cock inside me." I hadn't really planned on that but neither was I willing to refuse him. Fucking my young son was a highlight of my life, far and away better than fucking his mother ever had been, even at the first. So, in preparation, I added a second finger and worked to stretch his young hole out a little further. I slowed on jacking him off cuz I didn't want him to cum but wanted to help keep his heat level up and massaging his prostate helped achieve that. We finally got to where he asked me to do it, to fuck him. I let go of his cock but kept my fingers inside his ass and snagged the lube bottle. I popped the top with my thumb, poured it along the top of my cock then quickly closed the lube and tossed it to the side. I gripped my dick and got it fully lubed then got in closer. "Pull your legs back son," I told him. He did so and I moved closer, holding my cock down I got it lined up where I wanted it then swift as a bunny I slipped my fingers out and cock head in. Needless to say London jumped at the intrusion. "Oh shit, hold it dad." Hold it I did for a solid minute maybe a little longer. London had learned how to quickly adjust to having me inside of him by breathing as well as pushing down internally; the old "bear down" thing that women are told when giving birth. Or men do when birthing large dumps. Either way. "Okay dad, go ahead," my son finally said and I watched, always amazed, as his compact body and tight little hole gobbled up every single inch of his dad's big cock and in short order my moss was touching his Lilly white ass. I put my hands under his legs so that he didn't have to hold them and proceeded to fuck my little boy. I loved fucking London and I loved being in the position I was in at that moment because I could also watch both the action and the expressions on his smooth young face as pleasure ebbed and flowed through his body. I got a nice steady rhythm going, nothing to fast, after pushing London's legs back a little further which gave me a little more maneuvering room. London's heat level was rising quickly, his breathing and other audibles providing the evidence. "A little harder dad," my son panted out so I began shoving into him with more force. It only took a moment before the sounds of flesh smacking flesh became the predominant sound in the large, domed room. London asked for the lube so I stopped and leaned over then tossed it too him and went back to hammering my cock into his ass. I could feel my balls whacking against his ass as I drove into him. I started moving my own ass a little bit, going into him from an angle and creating different feelings for the both of us. I stopped when I was all the way inside of him and ground my ass around a little bit then went back to fucking him, driving harder and faster into his compact body. London had lubed his cock and was jacking himself off, all the while moaning, grunting and muttering under his breath. That London liked sex was beyond question and that he liked getting fucked was also obvious. I thought back to Toshi and wondered what it would be like to watch he and my son playing together; sucking each other cocks, having him fuck my son while I watched on. I wondered how it would be to fuck the Asian boy, I wondered if he was uncircumcised knowing that my son had not yet seen an uncut cock. I wondered a lot of things as I hammered my sons tender young ass with 8 thick inches of cock. "I'm gonna dad I'm gonna cum," he panted out and brought me back to the bedroom. "Aaeeeiiiii," he all but screamed out as he spermed, the constrictions of his asshole on my dick bringing me to an orgasm right along with him. "Oh fuck yes, God London I love fucking youuuu," I moaned as I began blasting hot sperm up my sons' ass. I felt a good 6 or 7 squirts before I started to slow down. London finally let go of his cock but left his hand down there to gently rub on his balls and the base of his boyhood pride. I finally slowed to a stop as well and just knelt there allowing my breathing to slow down. I let London's legs down so that they draped across my thighs then gently rubbed my hands on his quad muscles and just looked at him. My son's hair was growing out a little bit, getting a bit longer in the bangs which were now slightly damp from his workout. His eyes were closed and as I gazed on him my heart almost burst with pride. London was an adorable boy by any standards, I was very proud of him. He opened his eyes, the hazel and green flecked orbs still half covered, and smiled at me and I reveled in his beauty, the serenity that was evident on his smooth clear face. "That is always so awesome dad," he whispered. "I love you so much." "I love you too baby boy." I reached out for his hands, which he extended for me and just held them for a minute. "Hey, can you pull me up onto your lap dad?" I hadn't considered it but nodded my head. I grasped onto his wrists and pulled slowly and in a moment he was up and on my lap. London wiggled his butt and smiled. "Gosh that feels pretty good dad," he said then kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as we kissed, loving the feeling of having a boy in my arms, a boy whose own arms were around my back and my neck, holding me to him as much as I was holding him to me. "We could actually do it like if we wanted to," he said and I agreed with him but not that night. I felt my cock shrinking and knew that it would only be moments before I squished out of him. London knew it too and commented on it and before we knew it, out I popped. London moved right away. "I don't want to drip cum on such nice sheets dad," he said and scampered off the bed. I watched quick walk, his ass clenched tight, off to the bathroom. I followed at a more sedate pace and started the shower while he sat on the toilet, just in case. Ten minutes later we were dressed and headed downstairs for a snack. We found our way to the kitchen where we found a young man, perhaps 25 years old, sitting on a stool and perusing a cook book. He jumped up and stood almost at attention when he saw us. "Master Carter, my name is Austin, I'm your overnight chef. May I get you something?" In all honesty London and I were there to raid the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. I asked if there was any tiramisu left he said there should be some and he'd be delighted to get it for us. We looked around the huge room while the young man busied himself getting the delicious confection from the professional refrigerator and putting it on a couple of plates. He asked if we'd like milk with it and of course we did so he pulled a couple of stemmed goblets from the freezer, filled them and brought them over. "Did you wish to eat in the dining room sir?" I shook my head. "No, we don't mind standing here and eating off the counter, as long as we're not disturbing you," I told him. He said it was no problem as it was, after all, our home. I invited him to join us for dessert, he seemed to consider that for a moment then said he'd be happy to. So there we stood, the youngest millionaire in the country probably, standing at the kitchen counter and eating with the hired help, just a couple of down home folks. Austin was an interesting young man, told us some of his background, his schooling in New York and the offer to come here to work under Elizabetta, whom he said was a very talented lady. When asked he stated that he'd like to open his own restaurant some day and I encouraged him to follow his dream. We continued to engage in idle chit chat until we were finished and decided to go back upstairs to bed. I told Austin that it was unlikely that we would require anything during the night and that he could likely leave if he wanted. He was almost horror struck at the idea. "Childers would have my hide sir if I deserted my post. Besides, I'm making fresh cinnamon rolls for breakfast." I allowed as how I wouldn't want Childers on his ass and he smiled and thanked me. I asked him about coffee in the morning and he said all I needed to do was call down to the kitchen and he would bring a carafe up within 8 minutes. I thanked him and London and I traipsed back upstairs and fell into nice deep sleep. The follow morning I peeked outside the bedroom door and found our clothes and brought them into the room. Instead of having anything brought up I had it delivered to the library where I met Childers with a carafe of coffee and 2 huge cinnamon rolls. "Good Morning Childers." "Good Morning sir; I trust you slept well?" "I did thank you." I told him that Straub would likely be here by nine. He told me that he'd already started contacting staff about the morning meeting. We agreed that we would meet in the Great Hall because a chilly late spring wind had come up. I asked Childers to stay and have a cup of coffee with me while we covered some of the specifics of the Saturday gathering. When asked he said that it would likely amount to about 90 people, easily 3 dozen of them children of all ages. He said the menu would be a typical picnic or barbecue fare with pork and beef ribs, chicken, burgers and dogs, a half dozen salads and the like. I was concerned about the kitchen staff having to do so much work but Childers informed me that, with my permission, he would hire a team to do the meats. "These people utilize trailer sized gas grills that are towed into place. They do large parties, benefits and the like sir; they are quite experienced at this sort of thing. That would leave the kitchen staff to prepare the other victuals over a few days then have the time off to enjoy the party. We could hire an events planner and cater it but Elizabetta wouldn't find that satisfactory sir. We can also hire additional people to take care of the cleanup." We went on to discuss the logistics, the use of the bathrooms in the pool house which would keep people out of the main house and in any event a few hired people at strategic places would help keep the masses in line. We went over a half dozen other things and as things wound down another thought occurred to me. "I'm thinking Childers that I want you to begin searching for your replacement." I said it that way solely to see if I could get a rise out of him. It didn't work. "Sir?" I repeated my request adding that I wanted him to begin said search immediately. "I assume Childers that you have knowledge of and contacts with such agencies." He nodded his head. "Yes sir, I do." I nodded my head and told him to keep me posted on his progress. "Will there be anything else sir?" I said no, he said very well and started to leave but I stopped him. "Aren't you the least bit curious about why I'm asking you to do this Childers?" "Sir," he said as he turned to face me. "It is not my place to question your decisions sir. I am only to carry them out." I repeated my question. "I am sure that you have very good reasons sir." I nodded my head and repeated my question which he finally answered stating, "It does prompt a bit of curiosity sir, yes." I asked him to sit down again which he did, but reluctantly. "I'm going to change your job description Childers. I told you yesterday that I'm going to need a friend as well as someone to guide me through this myriad of changes. I would prefer to have you at my side as a personal assistant or something along those lines. I want you to continue to manage the house and the staff but leave the butlery to someone else. In your new position I won't want to go through the little dialog that we just did. If I ask for your opinion I expect it, in fact, if you have an opinion on something or see something I don't I'll want you to bring it to my attention. I have no intention of sitting and doing nothing but in doing something I'll need you and your expertise. Am I clear? Can you accomplish that? "Crystal, and yes sir I believe I can rise to the occasion and accommodate you. Thank you for your confidence sir." "One last thing Childers." "Sir?" "Loren when we're alone, Mr. Carter if we're among people; okay." "Yes Mr. Carter, Loren, sir. He paused. "May I speak frankly s..Loren?" "I expect you to Childers." He went on to explain that his behavior, attitude and demeanor were the result of extensive training and years of performing his duties. He had a very clear idea of his place in life versus his employers. He was willing to acquiesce to my requests but could I please understand that and give him time to make those adjustments?" I smiled. "Absolutely." From there things moved swiftly. I found Childers in the kitchen about 40 minutes later and he said he was coming to let me know that Straub would be landing in 30 minutes. I went upstairs to wake London and found him sprawled on the bed, still sound asleep but with the covers kicked off. He was on his belly with one leg brought up which gave me a terrific view of his slender little butt, his balls puddle in loose skin on the satin sheets, and his tight little hole trying to peek out from between his bubbly orbs. I really wanted to get down there and lick him, to taste the savory flavor of his core, knowing that it had been thoroughly cleaned after an equally thorough fucking less than 10 hours before. Instead I sat on the edge of the bed and simply stared down at his beauty, felt my heart lurch at the love I had for him. I put my hand on his butt and rubbed gently, then let a finger trail along his perineum and down to soft skin of his balls. London woke up slowly, turned his head to smile at me and say good morning then stretch out before relaxing again. I couldn't resist so leaned down and began licking at his balls then nuzzling the ultra soft skin of his bag with my lips. London uttered yummy sounds as I did it then moved, slowly so as not to conk me on the head, and rolled over to reveal his morning boner, the thing quivering in the air above his flat little tummy. I put my face down there and went back to licking at his nuts, which now hung between his thighs all the while breathing in the heady fragrance of a growing boys' crotch. Fuck I loved that smell. I moved upward, licking my way up his shaft, washing the sensitive underside of his swollen head then capturing it in my mouth and began sucking him. I moved my free hand to his balls in order to heft, tug and finger the sensitive organs and caused my son to moan from the feelings. "Take your clothes off dad so I can suck on you too," he said. I took the time to do that then climbed back on the bed head to toe along side of him. London took my cock readily and began sucking me and playing with my nuts much as I was doing to him. For some reason it didn't take him long and before I knew it I felt him thicken, heard him moan, then felt the warmth of his droplet of sperm on my tongue. I kept sucking his cock of course but it became too sensitive for him and he pulled away but kept sucking my cock. I stopped him. "We've got company coming son so we have to get moving." He commented that I hadn't cum, I commented that I didn't have to every time I got hard on and he said he understood. He met me in the shower after performing his morning ablutions and 20 minutes later we went downstairs just as Straub was coming through the huge carved front doors. I asked Childers to bring coffee and perhaps bacon or sausage and scrambled eggs to the office where the 3 of us would be.