Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2022 12:35:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dane Cody and Friends 30

This is the last catch-up chapter and again, most of it is found in the
other stories. For the time being the story will continue under the title
"The Costa Rican Connection." N-joi

Hugs,
Tag-m
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David Speaks

The next day after a delicious breakfast we left to meet with the hotel
owner.

"David Collins sir," I said.

"Maximillian Schaeffer," the man said, taking my hand, "call me Max." I
then introduced the rest of the group. The boys stayed back at the house
and one had to assume were actively engaged with each other or soon would
be.

"Ahh," he said to Greg, "the co-owner of villa la Joya del Pacifico, a
pleasure to finally meet you sir." Then to me he said, "So, you are
interested in purchasing the hotel."

"And possibly the house as well," I replied. "assuming we can reach a
satisfactory agreement. Oh, and don't let my age fool you." I went on to
explain the situation regarding the coffee orchards and the need to house
the multiple people who would be working on the project and the fact that a
hotel and restaurant would solve a multitude of issues for them and
Greg. In keeping with that, Cody and I were planning on living in Jaco for
the next 6 months and probably 1-2 months or more a year thereafter.

"Well then, let me show you the property," Max said. We started outdoors,
walking along gravel paths that were lined with beautiful gardens. There
were numerous kinds of palm trees offering shade as well as
decoration. Along with those were orange and banana and almond trees, all
for shade and ornamentation. As stated there were two swimming pools, a
massive one close to the main building that included a swim up bar. Shaped
similar to a giant hour glass with misshapen ends, and an arched foot
bridge crossed over the most narrow point. The second pool was smaller but
still huge and had plenty of space for shorties-little kids-including a
curving slide at least 1 story high.

Among the outdoor areas were a tennis court, half court for basketball, a
bocce ball court, croquet area, badminton and volleyball court and a
sandbox for horseshoes. There was also plenty of lawn space for just
hanging out including one area that had hammocks stretched between the
palms. Beach access was through wide gates in the wrought iron fence that
bordered the entire property, said fence designed help keep the boundaries
clear. While the general public had access to the restaurant and sports
bar, the rest of the grounds was off limits except for the Tiki bar close
to the beach. As a point of note, then entire property was fenced with
wrought iron but was only 5 feet high so wouldn't keep the determined
people out but again, sufficed to serve as a boundary and discourage those
who didn't belong.

That said, there was a large picnic area like what you might find in city
parks that could hold 50 people or more. It was primarily an open space
with a concrete floor and enclosed by a waist high wall that provided
counter space and of course a palm tree thatched roof. Inside were 4 large
picnic style tables and benches that were completely moveable, a large
stainless steel commercial sink with running cold water, grill area and
behind a locked security gate a decent sized refrigerator. The area was
available to rent for large parties.

At the east end of the property we came across a walled area that was
pointed out as the house which actually sat on the edge of a hillock, the
jungle blocking the view of the house continuing up the hill behind
it. After the grounds tour we headed back toward the building complex. Max
pointed out the stand alone apartment building, 2 stories with 6
apartments. That wouldn't be the first piece of incorrect information Greg
had given us, through no fault of his own I might add. It was what he'd
been told.

We came to the main building, mostly 3 stories except for a 4th story in
the center portion of the building. The layout was a basic. The 4 storied
box like center with a wing going out on each side. It had a total of 60
rooms (the 2nd piece of misinformation) 3 penthouse suites and manager's
apartment on the 4th floor, A family suite at the outer end of the wings on
floors 1 & 2 for a total of 4. The bulk of the rooms were a single bedroom
but there were also a half dozen 2 bedroom units sans kitchens.

"I've recently hired a new manager," Max told us as we went up the steps
and into the lobby. "I would highly recommend keeping him should you decide
to purchase the hotel, the kid is a crackerjack manager and has already
implemented some changes for the betterment of the hotel.

The hotel restaurant was off of the lobby and 4 steps higher to ensure a
good view of the water beyond. It was a 2 story affair with a bar and
dining for 40 people upstairs while the main floor could seat 140
people. They served a buffet breakfast of the basic kind: sausage bacon
eggs potatoes toast tortillas coffee and 4 different fruit juices, and a
half dozen types of individual serving breakfast cereals. They only charged
a couple bucks a head for guests, no charge for kids under 10 so it was a
convenience not a money maker. The restaurant served the usual "to order"
breakfast from an expanded menu at the usual prices.

On the other side of the lobby was a coffee shop combined with a gift shop
with all the touristy kitsch that also carried basic toiletries, sun lotion
and the like. The conference rooms were on that side as well.

"Ahh, Aitor," Max said as a dapper mid 30's male approached the
group. "Gentlemen, my manager Aitor Diaz." Greg stopped cold and stared.

"Carlos?" The man looked at him and his eyes went wide.

"Greg," he exclaimed, "I'll be goddamned." The two men went into a firm
back clapping embrace that lasted a good 15 seconds. To the rest of us Greg
said,

"This is my childhood friend that extolled the virtues of Costa Rica and
thus prompted my move here." He then introduced the rest of us, identifying
Cody and me as prospective buyers. "What's with the name change Carlos."
It should be noted that the "O" is silent in Aitor so it's like Aye-ter or
Eye-ter depending on your native tongue, no syllabic break. He pronounced
it with the E in keeping with its Spanish heritage. The man chuckled.

"Aitor is my given 1st name, one that I hated as a kid so I used my middle
name, or part of it. My full name is Aitor Carlos Zamora Diaz. You're
living here then?" Greg nodded then went on to explain his situation with
the Villa and his permanent move to Jaco.

"I've been hearing quite a bit of noise about the place, even when I was in
Mexico City and Barcelona, all good noise I assure you."

"Well, after we've complete our tour we'd like to sit down and chat with
you," David said and got a positive response. That said, David suggested we
tour the house. We traipsed across the grounds and entered the compound
that was the home and describing it is difficult but first off it was
spectacular.

The 16,000 square foot home sat on ¾ of a walled acre and was lush with
gardens and trees surrounded by jungle, beach or the hotel property. First
off it was 3 stories all of which looked out onto the ocean. The top story
was mostly bedrooms and a small living room and was surrounded by a covered
veranda, the front portion significantly deeper than the rest. The middle
story was living area: living room, chef's kitchen with walk-in pantry,
dining, all of those rooms massive. It also contained 3 bedrooms and held
the driveway entry into the home. In front of the living room, which was
all glass with entire sections able to open. It should be noted that there
were few square corners, or walls in the living areas of the house.

Outside the living and dining area was a huge concrete deck with a shallow
pool that was more ornamental than functional. It was trapezoidal in design
meaning it had at least 7 sides none of them equal in length and fit no
specific geometric design, like the rooms in the living area.  It was
completely covered by the veranda of the top floor, that being held up by
Roman columns, a few of them actually in the pool and some with hammocks
strung between them. The pool drained down into the very outer edge another
pool at ground level, it too more ornamental than functional.

From there, it traveled in a narrow concrete canal about 20 feet into the
infinity swimming pool. Looking down on it, the two smaller pools couldn't
be seen but the rest resembled the profile of a huge chalice.

The bottom floor was sunk maybe 2½ feet lower than ground surrounding
the house. That floor contained the workout area, in home theatre, wine
cellar and game room with a bar. At the front was a patio area, it too
covered by the house above it. It had a smaller fully functional kitchen
along with a full grill and a dumbwaiter up to the kitchen. Because it was
below ground level that pool was raised and on each side of the pool steps
led up to the ground level. The ceiling there was also supported by Roman
columns.

There were 10 bedrooms, not 7 and 14 bathrooms, all large bedrooms and 5 of
them had their own bathroom. The master suite was huge. Its bathroom out of
this world and included a private walled garden complete with a huge
soaking tub and shower pole There is more but that was the gist of it.

That done we wandered back to the hotel.  There were a few rooms that were
empty or being cleaned by housekeeping so we got to tour a sampling of the
various types of room including a few of the vacant apartments in that
building. Everything we saw was clean and undamaged and much of it looked
new.

We finally settled into Max's office. There was some other discussion part
of which was that the property was titled and not concession, Max
explaining the difference. It also includes a pair of 12 passenger vans and
a half dozen golf carts for ground and building maintenance.  I wasted no
time at all but cut to the chase.

"The asking price Max. And I mean the separate prices for the house and the
hotel."

"The hotel is listed at 8 million 9, the house is 3 million and some change
so figure 12 mil." I nodded my head.

"We're interested in both so what kind of deal are you willing to make and
before you answer that let me tell you this. We will be paying cash; it's
already in place and ready to go.  Within 5 minutes of you signing a deal
the money will be transferred into any account you want anywhere on the
planet. No fuss, no muss, no fucking around. Before either of us decide I
want to spend some time with Aitor and get his thoughts and ideas regarding
his staying with us and what his plans are for improving what you've
already got. I also want to go over taxes, revenue, operational costs,
staff numbers, all that shit. Can you have that put together by tomorrow."

"It's ready now if you can settle for a two page synopsis." Which I agreed
to "Well then," Max said, "how about if we have lunch in the restaurant so
you can sample the fare."

Rory:

Lunch was much better than I would have expected and in talking about it
later David, Cody and Greg felt the same way. Max said he'd get the
paperwork that David wanted and while he was gone. Aitor stopped by and
chatted for a brief moment and Greg invited him out to the Villa for dinner
that night.

"We can catch up then," Greg had said and Aitor agreed. Max returned and
Aitor went back to work. We all talked some more and as it neared 2 pm Max
asked to speak with David privately and the two men stepped away. Cody
wondered aloud what that was all about and 20 minutes later we found out.

We piled in the Escalade and headed out and David clued us in. "His asking
prices are fair as far as far as I can see so the 12 million by extension
is fair. However. Max has said he'll give it to us for 8 million cash if we
can see our way to proving him with an additional half million under the
table. I suspect he wants a nest egg that his wife doesn't know about. So,
8.5 for the entire works. That's a hefty discount." Greg observed it meant
getting the house basically for free. "Oh," David said, "most of the
furnishings in the house will stay. He will vacate the house within 48
hours of payment." It just kept getting better.

"Is that legal," I asked. The answer was yes and no but David intended to
run it by Bill and their Los Angeles Attorney. "Well," I said, "in answer
to your question on the plane yesterday, I'm in either as a 3rd partner or
a 4th." David, riding shotgun, turned and extended a hand to me.

"Thanks Rory. You won't regret it, I promise." I figured what the fuck. I
had never taken a big risk my entire life, always playing it safe. Taking
on Orion was the first, this was the second. It felt good to step out of my
comfort zone even though I was in my 7th decade of life. Since Cody was
driving David got on his phone to their attorney and gave him the basic
facts then said he'd fax the financials to him when we got back to the
house.

"Any idea whom you want to house at the hotel Greg," David asked.

"I'm going to pitch the apartments to Marco as well as Alfredo Gomez. I
wonder though about the possibility of keeping a few rooms vacant in the
event we have some short term needs."

"I was thinking the same thing," David said. "Rory, are you happy with the
conference room for school?"

I was and I said so. We'd use the hotel's folding tables and chairs or even
purchase some decent but inexpensive office chairs. "We're going to need
computers, a big screen TV, a large whiteboard unless they have one. Same
with audio video equipment and they might already have some or all of
that. For computers, laptops would suffice and we might be able to some
refurbished units. Also, it occurred to me that we might use the exercise
room for PE and just close it to guests at a specific time each day. We
could also use the pool and maybe even do some hikes from time to time."

"Great ideas, Cody said. "You know, I'm wondering about having the boys get
jobs. Between the villa, the coffee orchard and the hotel we should be able
to find some things they could do. They'd get paid of course and while most
of them won't need it, it'll be good for resumes, plus all the usual
positives."

"I know that, for my boys," Greg added, "it gives them a sense of
participation, of being able to help the common cause."

When we got back to the house I called the management company that handles
my condo building and asked them to put it on the market. They told me that
they'd had a dozen inquiries in the past 30 days about purchasing a unit in
the building and the fact was, units didn't come up for sale very often and
2 bedroom units were as rare as hound's teeth.

"You could end up with a bidding war," Kalani Otung told me. We talked
about pricing and he suggested we start at 3.25 million and see what
happens.

We all met on the veranda and sipped Andréa's lemonade which was
incredible. David said he'd contacted their attorney and then talked to
Bill DeMarc who happened to be in New York on business.

"Chamberlain is running a background on Max and Bill says that what Max is
proposing isn't unusual and in fact Bill keeps a secret fund of around 10
million just for such situations. He said he can handle that part of the
deal through a variety of shell corporations which would make it almost
untraceable and keep us out of it. He said he'd add it to the cash he was
already putting up for us. From a legal standpoint, we'd still be in the
clear and it would be Max who'd bear the brunt of the law in the event the
deal came to light which Bill said is highly unlikely.

About that time the boys came out onto the veranda and when Greg asked,
they said they'd been swimming up the beach. Given the slight grins on the
men's faces I guessed that meant something. I found out later they'd had a
fuck fest on the beach.

Greg took the night off from the restaurant in order to accommodate his old
friend. The boys were all introduced to Aitor since they had joined us for
the meal. Javier and Angelo were working but they were also introduced to
the man.

"Those two are adorable Greg," Aitor had said of the boys who were clad in
their red satin outfits.

The meal was superb and Aitor extolled its virtues. The boys wandered off
and the two men caught each other up on their respective lives. After Greg
ran through his life and how he came to be in Jaco, Aitor related
his. After leaving Seattle he went to Phillips Exeter in New Hampshire then
on to Cornell to get his BA Hospitality management, followed by a Master's
in Global Hospitality at Ecole h`telière de Lausanne. The schools were,
respectively, #2 & #1 in the world for such degrees. At Lausanne he also
obtained certificates in Culinary and Restaurant Management, Tourism, and
additional classes in wine and mixology. His resume listed employment at
the Kulm Hotel in St. Moritz, the Majestic in Barcelona, Las Alcobas in
Mexico City and Xandari in Alajuela costa Rica. I was impressed. All of his
schools were top of the line as were the hotels he'd been employed at.

"And you ended up in Jaco," Greg said with a chuckle. Aitor's explanation
was that he'd spent his early years in Jaco and loved the small city. His
goal was to create a top of the line establishment and since Max was a 2nd
cousin, well, that's the answer.

About that time the boys came over and asked if they could help out in the
kitchen to which we all said yes. That earned Greg, David Cody and me
kisses on the mouth from each of them.

"Affectionate bunch," Aitor commented as they wandered off into the house.

"You have no idea," David said with a smile. The rest of us nodded our
heads. "When you say top of the line Aitor, what do you mean," David
asked. He went on to explain some of the things he'd like to incorporate
into the hotel such as creating a tour department and offering guided tours
using our own guides. Fishing excursions, surf lessons and board
rentals. Offering classes in Yoga, traditional dances, even spa type of
services. It all sounded very interesting and very doable although some of
it would likely require an outlay of money but some of those additional
services would also bring in money.

It was closing in on 8:30 when my phone rang, the area code being
Honolulu. I left the table to take the call, returning 5 minutes later. The
expression on my face prompted David to ask if everything was okay.

"You're not going to believe this. I called them at what, 9 this morning
their time. The management company immediately began calling people who'd
expressed an interest in purchasing a unit. As Kalani expected, a bidding
war started immediately and has been going on all day. It got up to 3.85
million when one of the strongest bidders finally said fuck it and offered
4.5 cash if I gave him an answer before 8pm Honolulu time and tossed in the
furniture."

"It's been like that everywhere this year," Cody said. We've seen the same
thing in Seattle and have had some serious offers on our Los Angeles
homes. It's been outrageous."

"You gonna take it," Greg asked. I nodded my head.

"Already did." That prompted a round of congratulatory handshakes. Cody and
David expounded on their plans for the hotel but they both got phone calls
so they left the table.

"I don't want to pry," Aitor said, "and I mean no disrespect so tell me if
I'm overstepping my bounds, but does the fact that you all are swarmed with
teenage boys have any significance?"

"I'll speak for myself Aitor," I said but if you're asking if we're playing
house, yes. While I am Orion's legal guardian he and I are lovers.

"And both Javier and Angelo and I share a dormitory style bedroom and bed
on the 3rd floor. I assume that isn't a problem for you Aitor." The man
grinned.

"Not at all. It's another reason I'm in Jaco." He didn't get a chance to
elaborate because David and Cody returned but I didn't think his response
was particularly surprising given his comment about Javier and Angelo after
meeting them.

"Everything checks out with Max, his financial situation and the like and
yes, the wife has a gambling problem. Bill has our account set up so we're
ready to rock and roll.

Cody wondered out loud whether their project would conflict with Greg's
since they were both offering similar experiences. Greg said he didn't
think so.

"Our client base is different as is the experience I think. We might even
be able to help each other out." He went on to elaborate by saying he could
recommend the hotel to those he couldn't accommodate due to scheduling. We
might also reach an agreement whereby our clients can access some of your
facilities, such as any classes you offer, discounts in each other's
restaurants, or other services. No, I believe we can have a very symbiotic
relationship. Everybody agreed on that point.

David expanded on what our intentions were regarding the hotel and the fact
that we'd be using it for a school for the boys. We also discussed using
the restaurant to at least feed our workers breakfast and would figure out
the rest as we went along.

The boys finally joined us and it was clear that they had something on
their minds. Javier started to whisper in Greg's ear but the man stopped
him.

"Aitor is one of "us", he said, "you don't need to whisper.

"So, I want to sleep with Rory tonight and Orion will be in our room. Is
that okay?" At that point Orion looked at me.

"Of course you can," Greg said, "but thank you for asking." Orion gave me a
kiss on the mouth and said thanks. Javier wanted to take a shower so they
all headed off to the dormitory on the 3rd floor.

"The boys all pretty much are allowed to make decisions about who what and
where," David said, "but they are cognizant of who the adults are and
always ask first."

"It looks like it. I treat my boy Gabriel the same way."

"Well then," Greg said, "perhaps a grand fuck-a-thon is in order, that is
if you're open to that," he directed to Aitor.

"Great way to christen the new house," David suggested and got a round of
acceptance for it. We talked for a little longer then Aitor said he had to
get home. David suggested they chat the following day and discuss salary
and other needs the man might have. They agreed to have lunch. The 3 of us
talked awhile longer then we all headed up to bed. I got out of my shower
to find Javier waiting patiently in my bed, naked and hard.

"I was thinking you forgot about me Rory," he said with a faux pout.

"I'm not sure that is possible Javier," I responded as I climbed into the
bed. The boy snuggled right up to me, resting his head against my shoulder,
his hard-on pressed into me. I had one arm around his back and the other
hand roamed up and down his back and onto the brown skinned butt.

"Sometimes I just like to be held, ya know," he said. I told him that I
understood completely. Javier was quiet for a moment then said, "but I also
love sex." With that he backed his head away then came forward and planted
his lips against mine for some nice little kisses that quickly escalated
into full blown mouth open tongue battling kisses.

"I also love kissing," he said softly then went right back to it with even
more fervor. I responded in kind.  Javier's hand snuck down between us to
fondle and stroke my rapidly hardening cock while I continued to play with
his ass.

"I gotta suck you Rory," he finally said in a voice deepened by
lust. Javier gently pushed me onto my back then slid down the bed. He took
hold of me and stroked me. "I love your cock Rory, it's perfect," he
mumbled, then proceeded to lick me like a melting ice cream cone before
taking me into his mouth and bobbing his head. As he suckled I considered
my good fortune.

Here I was, in my early 70's and having sex with boys that were 55 years
younger than I. In Angelo's case 60 years younger. At no time did any of
the boys ever shun me for a sexual encounter. At no time did they ever pass
innocent comments about me being an "and old guy" or an "older guy" or
anything along those line. Granted, few people ever guessed my age,
generally figuring me to be in my 50's somewhere. I wasn't at all
overweight, wasn't wrinkled up like a raisin, I had all my hair with little
silver in it, had all my teeth except wisdoms and overall my body was
pleasing enough to view. The boys didn't treat me any different than any of
the men or each other for that matter. It felt good.

Javier began fondling and tugging on my balls as he nursed my cock, all the
while soft moans issuing from deep in his throat. I let my hand ruffle his
hair and roam on his back, reveling in the soft warm texture of his
adolescent skin. The boy moaned softly as he suckled and it was clear to me
that he loved cock. Hell, so did I.

He finally stopped, we kissed passionately for a bit then I dropped down to
return his previous favor. As I stated before, Javier was nudging 6 inches,
give or take, and was an almost perfect girth. I rumpled his balls while I
sucked his cock then peeled his dusky foreskin back and licked all over the
swollen head, cleaning up the seeping precum. I worked his foreskin back
up, keeping my tongue in place and tried to get it to envelop my tongue
like it would a cock but it was a no go. Still I got to tongue the small
opening.

"How do you feel about getting rimmed sweet boy," I asked.

"Funny, I was just going to suggest it," he replied. I suggested he moved
above me in a 69 so he did and immediately went for my cock while I took a
moment to admire the view. I did love seeing a boy like that, his puckered
muscle all but winking at me, his balls in full hang just below it and his
perineum connecting the two like a connected the dots game. The fold of
skin that allowed for his sac to hang also separated the two eggs that it
held, a sight I never tired of seeing either.

I devoured his puckered muscle with as much enthusiasm as he was devouring
my cock. I did my best to crawl inside his body from his most southern
entrance but of course the only thing that even got close was the tip of my
tongue. That didn't dampen my enthusiasm or my continuing to try.

At the other end Javier was bobbing his head in my lap and taking me to the
root about every 5th dip of pretty brown head. The brown toned boy cupped
and tugged on my balls while he suckled proving he could multi-task with
the best of them.

I finally rolled us over then turned and straddled his body and engaged him
in some deep throated tongue mashing kisses. I worked on the crook of his
neck which caused the boy to moan groan and wiggle and squirm. He finally
pushed my head away.

"I need you to fuck me right now please Rory. My hole needs to be plugged."
I rolled off the bed and retrieved my lube from my dresser drawer, snagged
a hand towel and returned to the spawning ground.

"How do you want do go about it sweet boy," I asked him.

"Sometimes I like to be face down flat on the bed Rory, like being
dominated or something." I should note that we were speaking in Spanish, a
medium of communication that I would use much more frequently over the next
6 months. "Can we play a game Rory," he asked. I had no idea what he was
talking about.

"A pretend game, like a movie." Then I understood.

"You mean like role play."

"Yes, that is it, role play." Greg had said that the boys were becoming
interested in role play often coming up with some interesting ideas. Cody
said they had Dane to thank for that one which shouldn't surprise anybody
that knew the green eyed hottie.

I said that was fine and I would follow his lead as I slathered my cock and
worked lube into his asshole and fingered him for a moment or two before he
stopped me. "No need to spend a lot of time doing that Rory. I get lots of
practice so I'm pretty much ready to go." I straddled Javier's prone body,
reveling in the sight of his ass and that my cock was doing spread those
glorious orbs apart and impale him. The boy reached behind him and pulled
his beautifully small butt cheeks open.

"Allí abuelo, hay mi chico coño," he said panting which translated to
"there grandpa, my boy pussy." I wasn't the least bit offended to be
playing the part of a grandpa; I certainly fit the requirements. As it
would turn out I became the grandpa for the whole boy crew.

I aimed my cock for his spread open hole and began prodding and wiggling
the end, trying to worm my way into the boy. Javier was already panting and
moaning softly. I finally broke through garnering a loud grunt from
Javier. Naturally I stopped.

"No, no detenga abuello. P"ngalo todo en mí." No don't stop grandpa put
it all the way in me. I did as he asked until I couldn't go any further.

"Abuelo tu polla es tan grande, hora mierda a mi abuelo follarme bien."
Well, I didn't think my cock was that big but I did begin to fuck him and
fuck him good. I had never fucked a boy in that position and found it
intriguing. I imagined that it would lend itself well to a rape role
play. I got a good steady rhythm going but again, it wasn't the best
position for depth. Had his legs been spread it would have been a different
story. Still I fucked him for a good 3-4 minutes like that, Javier moaning
and groaning and calling out for more, albeit doing so softly. After all,
his grandmother was just down the hall.

Finally Javier stopped me so he could get on his back. "A la mierda, buena
y propia, como un niño es espones, para ser jodido," Fuck me good and
proper like a boy is `s'pose to be fucked. I got into position with my cock
almost to his now opened up hole and slipped it in all the way to my
balls. I planted my palms on the bed and proceeded to fuck the shit out of
the kid.

Just looking down onto his face was a thrill, his smooth brown flesh
reflecting the feelings that were ebbing and flowing in his adolescent
body. It was long before he was gripping my forearms and moaning softly as
well as grunting each time I bottomed out inside his tight little
asshole. I fucked him good and hard for almost 10 minutes before he
announced he was ready to cum and a moment later he did. His hole put my
cock into a death grip which resulted in me filling his ass with a ton of
Abuelos sperm.  I pressed into him, ground my ass in circles then went back
to power fucking the boy. It was quite a delicious fuck. Afterwards we got
him onto my lap and we hugged and kissed until my cock softened and
squished out of his ass, much to both our disappointment. After a quick
cleansing we cuddled up in bed and fell fast asleep.

David Speaks

The next day we flew home, dropping Rory and Orion off in Santa Rosa then
picked them up at 7am 3 days later with Jody and Seneca on board and 3
magnificent Harlequin Great Danes. The dogs were introduced as Larry Moe
and Curly, the latter being a female.

Brett was noticeably absent and Orion asked about him. "Well," Cody said,
"Brett has decided that he'd rather remain in Washington. He's done quite a
bit of traveling with us in the year since he and Dane met and he just
wants to be in one place for a while." Dane rolled his eyes just a tad.

"It's a little more complicated than that," the green eyed boy said. "But
we have been together a lot and we both sort of wanted a break. Plus
there's a really hot young guy named Jordon who works for Brett's
caretakers and lives in an apartment on the property and they've gotten to
be pretty close, as in bumping uglies when Brett is at home. I'm okay with
that part. Jordon's a really great guy and he adores Brett so us being
apart for a while is a good thing."

"Bumping uglies," Orion said then laughed. I did too as that was a new one
on me.

As soon as we were airborne Lorraine served coffee with the promise of
breakfast in 30 minutes and we 4 adults discussed business. The short
version was that Jody was coming in as a full partner. Actually, it was
Seneca who was the partner with Jody guiding the boy. Apparently Seneca was
a multi-millionaire in his own right due to being a member of an Indian
tribe that made oodles of money from their casino's and other
enterprises. He had also inherited his father's estate when the man died in
prison.

Among other things we discussed was forming an LLC, and a contractual
agreement to not sell our portion for at least 1 year and giving the other
partners first offer if we did choose to sell. We agreed to put in an
addition quarter million apiece for immediate operating expenses which
would be included in a sale price if we chose to sell within a 2 year
period.

We all agreed that we were going to need a fleet of vehicles and that the
corporation would pay for them so we could use them as a deduction. Cody
had done some research and after giving us the results we all agreed that
Kia Tellurides would suffice although Jody was opting for a 4 door Jeep
Wrangler because of the dogs. The Tellurides as far as space went were
comparable to everything else on the market. The difference was the
20y/200k warranty plus all the bells and whistles at the best
price. Naturally they wouldn't match an Escalade or a Navigator for luxury
but they were close enough and who needed that much luxury anyway. With the
Jeep, the rear seats could be removed to give the Danes room and open air
if necessary.

Breakfast was served. Country fried potatoes, sausages, scrambled eggs and
toast. Like every other meal I'd eaten on their plane, this one was
perfect. Afterwards I elected to lay down. David put me in the 1st cabin
and Jody in the middle. The boys apparently were going use the crew cabin
at the back of the plane above the media/board room. There was another at
the front above the galley for the pilots. The crew cabin had room for 3
cubby beds with privacy provided by a heavy curtain. And it wasn't possible
to stand and barely could one kneel. Dane Cody et all could commandeer the
rear crew cabin if need be, which is what Dane and Orion did. Since it was
a day flight of 7 hours, neither crew cabin would be in use. I went into
the middle cabin, stripped to my briefs and climbed into bed and lay there
thinking about the events of the past week.

A soft knock at my cabin door brought me back to the present. "Come," I
said. Seneca stepped into the cabin and closed the door clad only in a pair
of grey bikini briefs with a cartoon bear in a green ball cap right on his
boy bulge.

"We boys thought you might want some company," the boy said in a soft
voice. Seneca's voice was still a little bit high pitched, still working
its way into the deeper registers of a teenager on the path to young
manhood.

"I would love some company Seneca, especially from a very cute boy," I
said, flinging back the bed covers. He hung his head and said,

"I guess I'll get Dane or Orion to come over then." I reached out and
snagged his hand and pulled him onto the bed, the boy offering zero
resistance and giggling like a school girl.

"Nice try but no cigar," I said as I hugged him to me, our bulges right up
against each other and our faces almost so. I let my hand rest on his
narrow butt. "Tell me about you Seneca."

The boy proceeded to tell me about the first 13 years of his life, mostly
joyous but always tension filled. His father was in prison and he hadn't
seen his mother for at least 6. He'd been bounced around between relatives
and ended up with an aunt and her husband who was a class A asshole. He'd
told his aunt he thought he was gay but with the promise that she did not
tell her husband, which she did. Seneca had been treated like shit before
that but afterwards it was even worse. The man didn't want Seneca around
his boy cousins, who had loved the older boy to pieces. The uncle
frequently came into and old store room that was Seneca's bedroom without
knocking although it didn't have a door. Seneca had just gotten out of bed
so his piss hard on was quite evident. Unfortunately the family dog was
licking his own boner at the time so the uncle accused Seneca of doing
sexual things with the dog and kicked him out. He'd been on the road since
just after Halloween.

"I was panhandling for change outside of a Walmart on Thanksgiving morning,
drenched to the bone from a pouring rain and that's where I met Jody. He
took me home, fed me and we became lovers which I was the one who started
it. Since then he became my foster parent which was possible because he
also has Indian blood. Native tribes are very strict about their kids
living with other natives. Our tribe has a couple of casino's as well as
other sources of income that gets doled out to tribal members. My dad died
in prison so I inherited all of his money plus there is my own money which
I didn't know anything about. My money goes into a trust until I'm 18 but
Jody gets part of it for my upkeep which he puts in the bank for me. Jody
is the best. I love him to bits. How about you Rory, and Orion."

I gave him the short version about me, about how Orion came into my life
and how we ended up here. "I guess Orion and I are very lucky boys."

"I'd like to think that I'm a very lucky man and I bet Jody feels the same
way." Seneca just looked at me for a moment, his brown eyes moving from
mine, down to my lips then back up and then moved in close. I knew what was
coming and had no intention of avoiding it. His lips touched mine and he
offered up a gentle kiss which I responded to. It took less than half a
minute before turning much more passionate.

Seneca moved me a little further from my side to my back and tossed his top
leg over both of mine. The boy was moaning softly and gently pushing his
crotch against my thigh, his hard cock straining against his bikini
briefs. He continued kissing, stopping for a second to suck on my lower lip
then going back to kissing with a little more vengeance.

My hands had been roaming up and down his back, going from rubbing my
fingers through his long brown hair and down onto his tender little
ass. Seneca's butt was as perfectly formed as Javier's but even a little
bit smaller and a little more bubbly. My fingers roamed across the crack
that split the glorious orbs but I didn't make any attempt to slip into
it. They fit him like a glove so I reveled in the feel of those perfect
globes. I went back up and on the next trip down slipped my fingers under
the elastic waistband and rubbed the bare flesh and even explored his
gluteal cleavage but again, I didn't go inside.

"I love having my butt played with Rory," he said in a soft guttural voice
that clearly confirmed his arousal, as if his cock wasn't already doing
that.

"You're got a perfect butt for playing sweet boy," I mumbled.

"Maybe you should get my underpants down for a better feel. And to let my
cock out for air." Seneca raised his waist enough for me to work his briefs
down and as soon as they cleared his cheeks he lay back against me, the
warmth and hardness of his boyhood charms radiating out from the point of
contact.

"Sometimes I think it's more sexy feeling to just have my pants down but
not off."

"I think so too," I said and we got back to kissing. Seneca took the lead
so went from my lips to my neck where he nuzzled and sucked gently then up
to my ear which he also sucking on a little bit. He placed his mouth over
the whole thing which meant my ear was flooded with his warm breath causing
me to shiver from the feelings.

My hands focused on his butt, gently kneading the flesh, pulling the cheeks
apart then letting them fall back together. I explored his crack all the
way to his puckered hole and even gently rubbed a finger against the
wrinkled flesh. All the while we were kissing and nuzzling. Seneca finally
stopped.

"I need to see your cock Rory and to suck on it." That said he slithered
down my body and got to his knees giving me brief look at this own boner,
although I couldn't really see much. Seneca slipped his fingers in the
waistband of my briefs and tugged as I lifted my ass off the bed. My rock
hard cock popped up like a jack in the box as soon as my underwear allowed
it to. Interestingly, Seneca left them in a position to cover my balls
which helped keep my dick upright. The boy put his hands flat on the bed
then lowered his head and began licking all over the swollen head causing
it to move but not very much. He licked up and down the shaft then moved to
the top and lowered his head, mouth open and took me inside.

My dick throbbed my heart pounded. This little partially clothed scene was
one that I'd not experienced before, even with Orion, who was very adept
and trying new things, hadn't done this with me. I made a mental note to do
it to him sometime, hopefully soon. I gently rubbed my fingers into
Seneca's hair and he just as gently pushed his head into my fingers but did
break his rhythm. The boy was able to take most of my cock into his mouth
as well which of course felt awesome.

After a good 3-4 minutes Seneca stopped and moved onto his knees and began
working his briefs down, freeing his teenage cock. He looked to be around 5
uncut inches with a nice little smattering of brown hair that would soon
fill and become a patch. His balls were smooth and hung quite nicely
between smooth thighs.

After some wiggling and squirming he got them off then tugged mine off
before knee walking up my torso, his boner bobbing like a blind man's cane
until he got to my face. "My cock really needs a good sucking Rory. Do you
like sucking boy cock," he asked in a coquettish tone. The thing was
protruding from his flat, V shaped pelvis, and hanging just above my mouth
and throbbing with every beat of his little pea picking heart.

"I love sucking boy cock," I said softly then pulled it down and raised my
head while Seneca moved forward to facilitate his cock sucking. I took him
in and gave him his wish.

Seneca gently fucked his cock into my mouth and with one hand on his tight
little ass and the other fondling his smooth balls I encouraged him. I
liked the size of the boys' cock. Smaller than the rest of the boys, his
cock was an almost perfect size. After a few minutes he gently pulled
away. "Now that my cock is happy, I want to make my mouth happy too." That
said he slid down the bed until he got to my raging cock.

Seneca held my cock upright and explored it with his eyes, rubbed it
against his face the explored it with his mouth. He started by licking all
over the shaft and the head, cleaning up the seeping precum then got down
to the business of sucking. The boy was able to swallow me to the root
which wasn't too much of a surprise considering the wide array of large
cocks that he got to practice on. Seneca took time to move my legs apart so
he could lick on my balls, tug on the loose folds with his lips or his
teeth. He had turned so that he was more perpendicular to me which placed
his raging teenage cock with fondling distance so fondle I did.

We stayed like that for a moment before the boy moved and without saying a
word he moved around so that his cock was in my face, a not so subtle
suggested. I took it for what it was worth and latched on and began sucking
his cock while he serviced mine. I got to play with his ass some more and
even managed to slip inside his gluteal cleavage to explore his most secret
spot. As I rubbed against his puckered muscle Seneca moaned even more that
he had been.

When he moved again, this time straddling my body with his ass in my face,
I took the hint. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him down and sniffed
quickly, picking up the scent of soap then began licking his hairless
hole. Said it before; say it again, I loved rimming boys. Seneca began
moaning even louder, wiggled his tender little ass and even pushed back
against my tongue. I managed to get a hand under him to stroke his nail
hard boner and ended up getting precum on my palm and wrist. It didn't take
long before the boy unceremoniously rolled from above me.

"I need to get fucked Rory and I mean right this second." His voice was
husky with lust, his eyes looking more Asian than native American. He
reached over to a bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a hand
towel then quickly slathered my dick and then his asshole. Done, he leaned
his upper body to the bed while his ass was in the air.

"Do me like this Rory," he groaned. I got in close, raised up on one knee
with the other foot flat on the bed. I tickled his hole briefly then put on
the pressure while Seneca did his best to help by pushing backwards. It
only took a second before I was inside. I stopped to let him adjust to me
but the light brown boy wasn't having any of that.

"No, don't stop, get it in me." I got it in him and when I bottomed out he
practically sighed. I held on to his hips and proceeded to start a slow
paced fuck, pulling half way out then sliding back inside of him. As
expected the boy was tight as a drum. Seneca began moaning right off the
bat. I decided to try something different so stood but squatted down and
fucked him that way. The position allowed me to drive downward and thus
getting every available bit of my cock into him.

"OH Jesus Rory," he cried out, "that's good, fuck me like that." Well, I
was already so just kept at it using long powerful thrusts to get deep
inside of him. As my legs were starting to burn and I was thinking of
quitting that position, Seneca began moving his knees farther apart and
thus lowering his fuckable little butt. I eventually got back onto my knees
and began power fucking the boy. I was thrusting hard, slamming into him. I
felt his hand snag his balls then moved back so his fingers could explore
the connection and feel on my balls.

"Make me cum Rory, make me blast my sperm from my balls." I slammed into
him rammed into him, ground my ass around in circles like a merry-go-round
then fucked him some more. Less than 3 minutes later he cried out.

"Oh fuck Rory I'm cumming, I'm cumming." And he did. His asshole gripped me
like a vice and began pulsing with each squirt of his sperm. Needless to
say it shot me over the edge and I began pumping jet after jet of cum into
him. It was a good cum, I saw a few stars but it keep me from my appointed
task. I kept on fucking him hard for 15 seconds before thing slowed down
and I finally stopped. Both of us were panting like racehorses. I stayed in
place for a solid minute before slowly pulling out of the boy.

Seneca rolled off the bed and did a quick duck walk to the bathroom his
butt cheeks clearly clinched tighter that a camel's ass in a sandstorm. A
moment later a loud fart echoed from the small room followed by giggling. I
went in as he was standing back up and washed my cock then we headed back
to bed where we snuggled and kissed.

"I like being held by men," Seneca said softly against my chest. "I like
hugging with boys to but men are bigger so it's more comforting. Makes me
feel like a little boy again." I understood completely. We drifted off and
ended up sleeping for almost an hour and a half. I woke before Seneca so
slipped out of bed and got dressed then headed to the main cabin where I
found the other men chatting.

"I think that choppering in the building supplies would be much easier and
a hell of a lot quicker, albeit more expensive" Jody was saying.  "Getting
fully loaded semi's up the mountain is doable but I think the road would
have to be re-built. I mean, it may have to be widened and reinforced
eventually anyway. Plus there's the 2 hour drive from the lumber yard just
to the estate and it would likely take a half dozen semi's to accomplish
it." There was more business talk, the boys all eventually joined us and an
hour later Lorraine produced some incredible Philly steak sandwiches which,
thankfully, used cheddar cheese and not the traditional cheese whiz. I
hated that shit.

We landed in San Jose just before 7pm and shuttled to our hotel.