David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapter 1
My Son Shiro

I sat on the porch of my cabin early one morning, watching the deer at the edge of the lake. I felt so at peace here. I had been living here for about two years now. I had bought a good chunk of the property and built the two story cabin here. I had tried to make a life for myself out there in the world after having been forced to retire from the Navy Seals. I had joined them straight out of high school when I was eighteen and living in Texas. I had loved that life, running around the world chasing terrorists and major drug dealers. I was forced to retire at age thirty one because some one found out I was a boylover.

Yeah, I'm a boylover.

In the countries I went into, I met boys who liked me and helped me as much as they could. In return, I'd give them money and clothes. Some of the boys preferred to have sex with me. That was fine with me. Not so with my bosses. Rather than make it all public, they talked to me and it was mutually decided to retire me. Fine, I said. I left the seal life behind me and moved back to my hometown. My parents didn't receive me too well, and I tried to make things work. The only real job I could get was working security. I did bodyguard work when I had lived in California. Made me good money. Security was okay, and I don't knock those folks who do it, but it wasn't for me. Everything just came to a head for me and I nearly snapped. I packed up everything and moved to Colorado. Finding lakeside property in Crystal Springs, Colorado was plain luck. The owner wanted to sell, he was desperate. I made him an offer. He took it. I got the property. It took me almost a year to build the cabin because of rain, a call back for a seal assignment (made me a fortune), and Shiro.

Shiro was a runaway boy that I had found on the streets of Denver while I was working. He stood four foot nine [1.45 m], long black hair tied into a pony tail, black eyes, skinny, and he was Japanese. I recall the scared look in his eyes when I crashed the crack house looking for evidence. Once he had calmed down, I told him what I wanted. He helped me and I freed him from there. His Martial Arts ability and the way he handled the Katana impressed me. I never mentioned him after the bad guys were brought to justice. I brought him here to Crystal Lake after wards. Shiro told me that he had run away from the social workers who wanted to lock him up inside some kind of home after his parents died in a freak accident. That had pissed me off. Shiro now lives with me. He's taught me much about the Martial Arts and using the Katana. I hear a noise behind me, and I turn to see him behind me.

"Morning Shiro," I said.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Morning, David."

I turn to face him and our mouths meet. The kiss is warm and passionate. The twelve year old hugs me again, leaning against me. Now the day is perfect.

After breakfast, we get down to work, doing the little things that will complete the house. Not all is work. We take time out to play. I've taught him how to swim, scuba dive, shoot my guns, fish, hunt, ride mountain bikes, and cook. He and I have learned from each other about being lovers. It took him time to accept that he is gay, that I love and desire him. I've given him support while he dealt with those issues. Now he is comfortable with it all. At the moment, he is working in our master bedroom, painting it. I walked in to start painting. This is the last thing we have to do construction wise, then we start getting furniture for the place. My home made furniture just doesn't cut it here. Shiro has taken his shirt off, working in his shorts. He's filled out well in the year he's been here. He doesn't have nightmares about Denver or the accident that killed his parents. He does dream about his parents from time to time, and I think that's good. One should never forget where he came from. The Denver business did have some repercussions. The social workers who had Shiro were arrested for a bunch of things that they had done to orphaned kids. I petitioned the court to be Shiro's guardian. The court agreed, and now he lives with me. He is happy, and so am I. We have our moments, but he knows I love him, no matter what.

"Looking good there," I said.

Shiro grinned. "Thanks David."

I pick up my brush and start in on the opposite wall. My mind started to wander, recalling memories of Shiro's first weeks here.

My normal routine must have scared him at first, waking up in the morning to find me gone. One of my habits is to do physical training early in the mornings. Starts out with a three mile [5 km] run, then a session on my weight pile (a 20 x 20 concrete slab with a weight bench and a ton of weight, the long bar, a rack of dumbbells, and a leg machine), Then a swim in the lake from the shore to the floating outhouse fifty yards offshore and back. Once he knew what I did for pt in the mornings, he joined me. Now he's really fit.

We had sex for the first time in the living room where we slept while the second story was being worked on. I remember how scared he was, and I had held him close to me for almost two hours, not saying anything. I wanted it to be by his choice, not mine. I wasn't going to force him into anything he didn't feel comfortable with. He finally got up the nerve to kiss me, and I returned it, being gentle and passionate. Once he got over his shyness about being naked in front of me and sharing his body with me sexually, he settled down and I showed him how wonderful sex could be. I pleasured his body that night, listening to his sighs and cries of pleasure. I had really blown his mind with the blow job I gave him, sucking his cock and licking his balls and his rose. He truly loved it. He didn't go all the way that night, the blow job was enough. He slept late the next morning.

After he woke up, he tried his best to describe what he felt. He couldn't, though. Having experienced sex, he wanted to do something that morning. I pleasured him again, but this time he wanted to put his six inches [15 cm] into me. I told him what to do, and he followed my instructions to the letter. Shiro truly got off on the intercourse. He loved having his penis inside of me.

Those few weeks after the first sex, we did it practically non stop. He loved it everytime we did it. I don't remember which time it was, but he had finally let me fuck him. Once I had him well lubricated and loose, I very carefully and gently entered him. He shivered at the first contact, then relaxed. I let him relax a bit, then continued to penetrate him, pushing my cock deeper into the boy. He rocked back and forth on his hands and knees once I had gotten five inches [12½ cm] of my seven [18 cm] inside him. I held still and let him do the motions. It was wild, but it felt good.

Now he can handle a full out hard fucking if he wants that. I prefer to do it slow and gentle, so both of us can enjoy the feelings that go with it. I had shot my sperm inside of him, and he called it a bonding experience. He was right. He had cum inside me, I had cum inside him. We were bonded together forever.

I finally had to regulate our sex life, and he saw the wisdom in that. We still make love to each other, and it's beautiful each time we do, but it's much more meaningful when we do it several days after the last time. Sometimes it's spontaneous, one sexual act and he's satisfied. I've taught him about his body, how everything works, what puberty is and how it will affect him (he started four months ago), and he understands it. He's changing at the right time in his life. He finds hair around his cock kind of unusual, so he shaved it off at first until I told him it was normal. Now he just trims it and keeps it short. I really love this kid. He makes me feel good, and not just in bed either. Knowing he looks up to me and listens to what I tell him makes me feel like I'm worth something again. I looked over to him, and he's nearly finished. I look at my dive watch. I've been standing here staring at the wall for nearly an hour and had done nothing. I snapped to and got busy. We met by the doors leading out to the balcony.

"We meet at last," I growl in my best German accent.

Shiro laughed. "Yeah, but you were daydreaming over there. I probably could have Jakeed you off and you wouldn't have reacted."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yeah!" Shiro laughed.

"Well, we are done, so this room needs to dry for twenty four hours. We lay the carpet tomorrow, then shop for furniture. Your room is dry, so let's go lay the carpet in there," I said.

"I thought I was going to be in here with you," Shiro said.

"You will. But you need a room of your own to hang out in when you have your friends here," I explained. "I don't think they would understand about us sleeping together."

Shiro nodded understanding. He knew I was right. We laid the rest of the carpet right up to the door of the master room, then called it quits for the day. Shiro stripped himself naked and dived into the lake for a swim as I fixed some lunch. I watched him come walking back to the house. He was really comfortable about being naked outside of the house. I did it all the time myself. We had lunch, then relaxed in the hammock on the porch, Shiro settling down next to me. Life was good to us.

The master room was dry the next morning. I was checking it out after having my shower and Shiro was taking his. I would do the room while Shiro was in school, then pick him up from there and we would go into town. I had planned on spending a small fortune to furnish the house properly.

"Ready for school?" I shouted.

"Yup," he said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Good. Good luck on that test," I said.

Shiro had initially resisted going to school, but once I convinced him he needed to, he did go. The high school he was going to was a good one, having all the usual things kids could do. Within the week, he had joined the wrestling team, made a number of friends (I met them), and did well. He was a bright kid, and he didn't flaunt it. His first report card was a good one. Mine were crappy.

I dropped him off at school, then went home to work on the carpet. I had the room done by noon. I lay on the floor where our bed was to be and though back to last night. Shiro had initiated the lovemaking. He had sat on my lap and kissed me while taking my shirt off. He ran his fingers through my chest hair (he was so fascinated by my body hair, the only hair he had was on his head, around his cock, and under his arms) and teased my nipples. I pulled his shirt off and began caressing his soft smooth skin. Shiro was well tanned, being out in the sun quite a bit (no tan lines either, heh heh heh) when he worked out with me or swam in the lake, or just laid out. I kissed his neck, Shiro reacting like I thought he would. That really turns him on. We finally stripped each other naked, our cocks hard and begging for attention. I pleasured his fine nipples with lips and tongue (his nipples were tiny delicate things, but man, when played with, really turned him on), while he fondled my cock and balls. We kissed again, then I licked and nibbled on his ears. I went back to his nipples, the tiny hard points standing out as I laid him on his back. He shivered with excitement as I slowly sucked his hard cock into my mouth. His six inches [15 cm] was a pleasure to taste and enjoy. He shot off in my mouth, his sweet cream going down my throat. I licked his balls and the bit of skin between his balls and his rose. He liked being rimmed, and I like doing it. He managed to get me to turn around, taking my cock into his mouth. Shiro started sucking on me, his fingers working their way into my ass. I liked feeling his fingers in there, but I wanted his cock in there instead. We continued to orally pleasure each other.

"Please," Shiro whispered.

I got on my knees as he lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I moved into place and he took my cock in his hand and placed it at his gate. I pushed in slow and careful, feeling my cock head open him up and enter his ass. Shiro closed his eyes and moaned softly. I worked five inches [12½ cm] of my cock inside his ass, then slowly started fucking him. He wriggled beneath me, enjoying the sexual intercourse. I was enjoying it too. I moved my cock in and out of him until I couldn't hold on any more I thrust hard into him a few times until I came, my cum racing through my cock and into his ass. Both of us moaned at the same time. He raised his head and kissed me. I gently pulled out and we changed places. Moments later, he sank his cock into me, getting five of his six inches [12½ of 15 cm] into me.

"David… David… love you… take my love," he moaned.

Shiro fucked me fast, wanting to experience the joy of cumming. I loved to feel his young cock in me. He did cum moments later, his cock swelling slightly and jerking, shooting his load into me. I held the sweaty boy in my arms as he rested from his efforts. He eased himself out of me and I held him close, kissing him. He kissed me back, then eventually went to sleep in my arms. I had pulled the covers over us and went to sleep. He had woken first then woke me with his kisses.

Something snapped me back to reality. I got off the floor and checked the time. It was around one now. I heard the phone downstairs ring. I had forgotten the cordless. I ran down the stairs and picked up in the kitchen.

"Hello?" I said.

"It's me, Dad. School is getting out early today," Shiro's voice came through the line.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing. I had forgotten to tell you that today was going to be a short day. I'm gonna throw my books into my locker, and I'll meet you at the mall. Deal?" Shiro suggested.

"Deal, kiddo. I'll see you there," I laughed.

We met at the mall, in front of the information booth. Shiro saw me coming and waved. I smiled, thinking how fortunate I was, and him too.

"Hi son," I greeted him.

"Hey Dad," he smiled.

"Hi Mr. Logan," another boy said.

He was Sammo, a Hawaiian boy who moved here six months ago. He joined the wrestling team at Shiro's invitation, and both of them were close friends. I was careful in what I said and did around Shiro's friends. No need for trouble, I had thought. Shiro had agreed on that.

"Please, call me David," I said.

"No problem then," Sammo grinned.

What a nice boy. Wish there were a lot more like him.

"Guys have lunch yet?" I asked.

"Nope. The cafeteria had trouble again today," Shiro said.

"Fine. Where's the pizza place in here?" I asked.

Both boys grinned. I had thought that Shiro was the bottomless pit when it came to food, well Sammo put him to shame. That boy ate! I cleared the table as they were drinking the last of their sodas.

"Seen anything you like for the house yet?" I asked Shiro.

"Yeah!" he grinned.

"Lead on, MacDuff," I said.

"An erred be him that cries enough! Shakespeare," Shiro grinned.

"Yabbits have long ears," I cracked.

Both boys groaned as I laughed. I hadn't felt this alive in ages. Having Shiro with me had changed me for the better. Shiro led the way to a store that had some nice furniture. He led me to a really nice bedroom set. It wasn't fancy, but it was functional. He had made a good choice with this one. The salesman popped out of nowhere. We made the deal on Shiro's bedroom set while the two boys wandered around some. I picked out a few other things. Leaving that store, we went to a few others and soon had a bunch of things in the four runner. We dropped Sammo off at his Dad's office, then stopped at one more place. I would get the rest of the furniture here. Shiro whispered into my ear about a bedroom set for the master. Once I saw it, I knew why he liked it. It was the most beautiful wood I'd ever seen. The lace trimmed bed sets were just as nice. I ended up getting that set. By the time we walked out of there, the order had been placed. Everything would be delivered by the end of today. Shiro was quiet as we went back home. I rubbed his shoulder, reassuring him.

"Did you like what I picked out?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. Even the very intimate bed sets. You got good taste, Shiro. I'm just wondering why you wanted the stuff," I said.

"My parents used to have it on their bed. When I was little, I'd get into bed with them on Sunday mornings and Dad would read the comics to me," he said, his voice breaking a little. "Now that you and I are so close, I'd like that kind of intimacy between us, like I saw between my folks."

I stopped the four runner halfway down our driveway and held him as he cried for a bit. I made a decision right then. I felt sad for him.

"You and I will always have that kind of intimacy between us, no matter what. I really love you," I said.

We kissed and then I drove up to the house. While he unloaded the car of what we had gotten, I made a few phone calls. That had been set into motion. Shiro didn't have any of his family pictures or anything to remind him of his parents. I had asked some friends to try and find the family photo album and anything that should have been his. I don't have anything to remind me of my life in Texas other than my seal mementos, and I wanted it that way. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone. The stores called almost back to back to say everything would be delivered tomorrow. Fine by me. I wanted private time for us anyway. It was getting late in the day. I walked into the house and saw Shiro by the fireplace, getting a fire going.

"Good job," I remarked as I walked over.

Shiro looked up. "Thanks. Though you would like it."

"I do. You did a great job," I complemented.

Shiro grinned. "Was that the phone?"

"It was. Everything will be delivered tomorrow. They were having some kind of problem," I said.

"Are you going to need help with everything?" Shiro asked.

"What is today?" I asked.

"Friday," Shiro replied. "Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Where has the week gone to?" I groaned. "Yeah, I will need help."

"Cool. Now, what do you want for dinner?" Shiro asked.

"Surprise me," I smiled.

He did surprise me, cooking hot dogs in chili. He can be very inventive at times, and he sure did a great job. I put the dishes into the sink to soak, then joined him in the living room in front of the fireplace. Shiro already had our bedding spread out on the floor ready for bed. I got down next to him and he snuggled up next to me. He hugged me then slipped his hand underneath my shirt. I could feel his fingers moving through my chest hair. I kissed him on the top of his head. These were the times I loved best. We felt closer to each other than other times, holding each other in quiet times just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Shiro sat up and pulled his shirt off, then mine. He lay on top of me, kissing me tenderly. I felt passion rise inside of me and returned the kiss. I held him as we french kissed, our tongues exploring each other's. I felt his fingertips move across my back. He had a way of doing that so good, it really turned me on. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the erotic back scratching he was giving me.

Before long, I had him completely naked and on the bed before me. I paused a moment to admire his fine body. he was developing nicely.

"You are a great kid and I love you," I said.

Leaning over, I pleasured him, kissing his torso all over. I licked and sucked on his aroused nipples, getting him very excited. I listened to his increased breathing, his moans of joy. I moved down to his cock, moving into a sixty nine position at the same time. He didn't waste any time inhaling my cock. We sucked on each other, bringing each other close to orgasm.

"I'm cumming," he whimpered, and then he was, shooting his sperm into my mouth the same time I exploded into his mouth.

We sucked on each other as hard as we could, trying to pleasure the other as much as we could before our orgasms were done. Shiro sighed and relaxed a moment before me, and I stroked his smooth body while I finished sucking his juice into my mouth. We curled up to each other and I pulled the covers over us. He kissed me good night, then drifted off to dream time. I lay awake for a bit, listening to my boy sleep. His face took on a softness, the calm of a sleeping child. I silently prayed my friends would find Shiro's family album and other things. He needed them. I had found a crude makeshift teddy bear a few days before, and I had made sure to get one for him at the last store I went to. It would show up, gift wrapped. Yeah, maybe he is a bit too old to have a stuffed teddy bear, but everyone needs something like that to be comfortable and to feel safe and secure with. Makes life better for the kid in us.

I woke the next morning. Shiro was already up, doing his stretches. I dressed in my typical workout gear, speedos, shorts over that, trainers, and a tank top.

"Morning Shiro," I said, coming out of the house.

He stood up to kiss me. "Morning, Dad."

He watched me do my stretches, then we set off on our run. Three miles [5 km] later, we tackled the weight pile. Shiro was definitely improving. I supervised him carefully to make sure nothing went wrong. He did everything right, and managed to add five more pounds [2½ kg] to his bench press. He followed me into the lake and we raced for the floating outhouse. He beat me to it, then after a break, we raced back. This time it was even, both of us getting on the beach at the same time. He crawled out on his hands and knees, and I came up behind him. Knowing what he wanted, I grabbed his speedos and pulled them down, revealing his bare ass. I had mine down in seconds, and pointed my male member into his boy rose and slowly penetrated him. He moaned with joy as I pushed my cock into him. Once I was firmly into him, I began fucking the boy. I liked feeling my cock moving inside his ass. It felt real good there. I kept on fucking him until I couldn't hold back my impending ejaculation. I felt my cock swell a bit, then unload my sperm into the boy's ass. He cried out joyfully, feeling me fill up his ass with my sperm.

"Shiro… my boy… yeah… I'm cumming… feel me cum!" I exclaimed as I shot deep into him.

I pulled out my softening cock, exhausted from the fucking I'd given him. He stood up and pulled his speedos back up then helped me to my feet and pulled mine back in place. We went into the house and got into the shower to clean up a bit. It was his turn now. I moaned as he pushed his juvenile cock into my ass. That felt so good. I felt his cock move in and out of me, the sensations really terrific. He wrapped his arms tightly around me then squeezed hard when he started his cum. I felt his cock jerk, then shoot his sperm into me. I liked that. It felt real good to me. After the shower, we sat around in shorts and relaxed while having coffee and tea.

"When are they supposed to arrive?" Shiro asked.

I heard what sounded like a truck coming. "Is now soon enough for you?"

He laughed and stood up, stretching out. He disappeared into the house and I walked out into the front yard. The two trucks pulled up and then backed up a bit to the front porch. Two men approached me.

"Sorry we're a bit late. Three of our guys decided to quit this morning," one guy said.

"Not a problem. Let me get my back belt and give you guys a hand," I said.

It took us two hours to unload everything. I hid the box for Shiro in the four runner for now, then planned on moving it later. The two men disappeared with their trucks. Shiro and I were alone again.

"Shiro, that was a hell of an idea, posting signs on the doorways of the rooms for those two guys," I said.

"Thanks. Worked out real well," he said.

"Don't I know it," I nodded. "Now we have fun putting everything together ourselves," I said.

He just grinned, and I had to laugh. Getting the tools needed, we worked on the stuff that needed assembly, and finally got the place put together by nightfall. Resting in the jacuzzi, I was feeling good about myself, and enjoying the hot water soak. Shiro was curled up next to me, his bare body against mine. I massaged his shoulders, and he groaned appreciatively.

"Getting late, kid. How about a bath, then bed?" I suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Shiro said.

I got out of the tub and went into the house. I got the bath going and Shiro walked in a few moments later. We got into the bathtub together and spent the next twenty minutes soaping up each other and washing the other's body parts. That made me feel much better (and horny as hell) and Shiro too. He went to his room for a moment and I put the box on our bed.

"What's that?" he asked, coming back in.

"Something for you," I said.

He opened the box to find a teddy bear inside. He pulled it out of the box and stared at it. He slowly hugged it to him.

"Shiro, everyone needs a teddy bear to hug, no matter how old you are. I imagine your parents gave you one, and I wanted you to have something kind of familiar again," I said.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, David. Yeah, my parents did give me one. Those fucking women took it away from me. Ever since then I've wanted another."

"Now you have one, my son. Hope you like it," I said, hugging him.

He hugged me back. "Thanks, Dad."

I watched him take it back to his room and put it on his bed. He came back moments later, untying his kimono. He set it aside and looked at the bed I had set up. On it was a silk bed set in a champagne color, trimmed out in lace. I noticed he was wearing what he called his intimate bedclothes, boxers and a silk shirt. I took his hand into mine and drew him close to me. I hugged him and he responded by kissing me. I took off my own kimono and set it on a chair next to our bed. I turned to him and took his silk shirt off, then slid his soft silk boxer down his legs. he was naked now except for a garter belt around his right thigh. I picked him up and placed him in the middle of the bed, then climbed up. I caressed him for a few moments, then moved down and took hold of the garter with my teeth. I got it off his leg, then put it around the right top corner as tradition required. Then I made love to my boy.

We slept in the next morning. Sunday was relaxation day for us, the one day we skipped training and anything else that needed to be done. We usually kicked back, went swimming, or fishing, or whatever our fancy struck us. I watched his sleep for almost an hour. Our lovemaking last night had been so passionate. I really truly got off on him, and he on me. Everything was so great, the intercourse had been a thousand times better. I just can't really describe what it was like. But for a brief time last night, we had become one with each other, and that truly makes a difference in a relationship. I got up and went downstairs and started my coffee, Shiro his tea. I sat out on the front porch, sipping my cup of coffee and watching the animal come down to the edge of the lake for their morning drink. it just made things that more perfect for us. I was feeling much more human than I'd ever had in months, especially since I left Texas. Life out here certainly agrees with me. I heard footsteps behind me.

"Hey Dad," Shiro said, sitting next to me.

"Morning son," I said, ruffling his hair.

Shiro leans against me and I put my right arm around him. He's wearing his high school sweats, he's feeling very relaxed this morning. It's another hour of peace and quiet before I even think of breakfast. Shiro leads the way and we sit at our new table and for the first time since I've been here, really enjoy having breakfast here. New furniture does make a house, and Shiro certainly ha a good eye for things. This place is just as much his as it is mine. He helped make it what it is, a sanctuary for the both of us.

"Someone's coming," Shiro said a few moments later.

I sit up and listen carefully. Sure enough, he's right. I go and change into jeans and a shirt, Shiro does the same. I hope it will be my friends with news for Shiro. The jeep stops in front of the house. Two very serious Japanese men get out.

"Asano?" Shiro asks.

"Hi Shiro. It's been awhile. Same to you, Davie. You look good," a third one says, getting out.

I shook my head and laughed. "What brings you out here?"

"Business. Business with Shiro," nodded Asano gravely.

I had met him during one job in Japan at the government's request. We hit it off perfectly, we're almost alike. That month we did more fighting than the Marines did. Won more than lost, bagged plenty of bad guys. He still looks good for an old fart.

"With me?" Shiro asked.

"Yes. Please, may I talk to you?" Asano bowed.

"Sure," Shiro said.

Both of them sit on the porch. I retreat to my weight pile with the other two men. I do a slow workout, trying not to think of what's going on. I'll know soon enough, but for now, I leave them alone. Finally I stand up, and turn to the house to see Asano hugging Shiro. He motions to the men, and they leave. He nods to me on the way out.

"Shiro?" I touch his shoulder gently.

He looks up at me. "He had my family album, and my family Swords. He came here to return them to me, even this."

He points to another teddy bear, and I know it's the one his parents gave him. Mine pales in comparison to that one. It was from his parents, the two people that meant the world to him. I hug him close to me, and share his grief. He finally calms down and starts to share the pictures with me. His parents look like they were good kind people. In my mind, I promise them that I would make sure Shiro grows up to be a good honorable man. I get a warm feeling deep inside of me like it was a sign from them. I help him carry everything to his room. I leave him alone, knowing he needed it. I return to the porch and sit on the swinging bench and watch the birds fly out over the lake. He comes down later, he has been crying again. I hold him close to me. I listen to him talk, getting his pain out into the open. All I can do is hold him and reassure him that I love him, no matter what. He knows that I do, and appreciates it.

"What do you want to do today?" he asks me.

"Let's go out on the lake for a bit," I suggest.

The house is locked and we set off in the boat. He handles it real well. I sit in the passenger side and relax as he cruises off, picking a direction to go in. We explore a bit of the lake, finally parking somewhere and dropping fishing lines in the water. I rub sunscreen on him to keep him from getting burned. He's naturally tanned, so he doesn't burn easy like I do. Eventually we strip completely down and slide into the water for a swim. He catches up to me at the shore. He lies on top of my back, working his hard cock into me. Shiro starts fucking me, whispering how much he loves me. I close my eyes and concentrate on feeling the boy's penis moving inside of me. It just feels so good to both of us. Shiro sobs out his release, I feel him cum inside of me. I hold him close after he's pulled out of me. I pull him onto my lap and pat him on the back.

"It's all right, Shiro. I love you son," I whisper.

Suddenly I realize he's moving my cock into him, then he pushes down onto it. I sigh, it feels so good. he cries while moving up and down on my cock, his tears flowing down his face. His emotions really get too much for him during our lovemaking and he does this, cries for a while. I know he loves me beyond words, I feel the same about him. He keeps pushing down on my cock until I cum inside of him. I hold him tight as I drive my cock deep into him, shooting my cum deep in him. We both cry after.

It's late, about ten at night. I slip out of bed after he's asleep. I stand there and look at him sleeping in our bed. I cannot imagine life without him now. He's just thirteen, having just celebrated his birthday today. It had been a great summer for both of us. We had gotten out and traveled about, first time in a year for me. We traveled around the United States, seeing the different places of interest.

First place we went to was to visit his parents. Asano finally found out where they were, and arranged for them to have a proper funeral. The State of Colorado after hearing the circumstances, agreed. It was an emotional day for Shiro. I stuck by his side, just holding him and comforting him the best I could. I didn't know what to say. Just being there was the best thing for him. it took him two weeks to recover from that. I don't think he'll ever fully recover from his parent's death, nobody ever does recover after losing loved ones.

Anyway, we hit all the usual tourist places, even went to see the annual Harley Run. Shiro liked all the different Harleys. I never knew there were so many of them. The highlight of the day was an old man in his eighties, riding the Harley he used as a messenger in World War Two. He made so many friends there that day. The Harley people made him an honorary life member in the Harley Company club. Even the Hell's Angels saluted him. There was so much more, Six Flags in Texas, Disney World in Florida, the Washington Monument, the Navy Museum in Delaware, and naturally the seal Team museum in Florida.

We had the best summer of our lives. We even had sex in some of the most interesting places, the toilet in the plane going from Colorado to Florida, in the dark on the back deck of a ferry going to Staten Island in the early morning, and more. We even did it in the small cable car high in the air at Disney World. That was fun! We had finally come home the first week of September and there was a message on my phone machine saying Shiro's birth certificate had been located. His birthday was the week school started. Shiro and I agreed it was a proper way to end the summer. I had asked him what he wanted for his birthday.

"It's you I want, nothing else," he told me.

He got it. I did whatever he wanted on his birthday. He had a bunch of his friends over and they had one hell of a party. Good thing I ordered extra food, Sammo attacked the table with gusto, followed by the rest of the guys. I gave him his very intimate gift later when everyone had left. I left a ribbon trail from his room ending up tied to me. We had the best sex ever. I gave myself totally to him, and he certainly took full advantage of me. He slips up behind me moments later.

"Something wrong Dad?" he asked.

I turn to face him. "Nothing at all, son. Just being thankful for what I got."

"What's that?" he asked.

I look into his young eager face, and kiss him. "You."

He hugs me close, his naked body against mine. The stereo starts up, the last cd is playing. The soft music wafts out to us. I take him in my arms and we dance underneath the stars, my son and me, this boy I love. We dance quietly for a few moments, then he takes my hand and leads me into the living room. I see the lights are out, and the old bedding is spread out on the floor.

"I love you Dad," he says, and starts to pleasure me.

He does it so well, touching me in the right places, kissing the right places, sucking my manhood just right. Finally he is ready for the final act.

"Love you Dad," he whispers as he pushes himself into me.

I cry softly as my son fucks me, the boy performing the best act of love to his father. He moans and cries out my name like a mantra, chanting it the whole time. I feel like I'm floating free of this earth, being in another place. he cums into me, both of us crying at the same time. I hold him close to me and we rest, the romantic music finally ending. The spell is broken, but we both know there will be more enchanted nights. We lie down together, and fall asleep. The night passes quietly for us, the stars overhead shining down on us as we sleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 2
Meeting Jake Llewellyn

It was a nice clear day in Crystal Springs. Shiro and I had just finished our morning workouts. I was finishing my coffee while checking the oil and water in the four runner. Shiro was in the kitchen fixing breakfast for the both of us. I was glad he'd taken the cooking class in school. He had gotten to be a real good cook. Even Sammo approved. The Hawaiian boy was big, but it was all solid muscle. He could eat, too! He and Shiro were on the school's wrestling team together. Lately, they've been spending lots of time in Shiro's room together. I had an idea what was going on, but kept it to myself. I'd wait for the right time to talk to them.

"Dad? Breakfast," Shiro called.

I walked up to the house and into the kitchen. Shiro had outdone himself. After eating eggs, shredded potato, toast, bacon, and juice, we cleaned up and then locked the house. We were going into Denver today to a Japanese Art show. I wanted to get some prints for the house, Shiro wanted two for his room as well. We had agreed to go and see what they had. The drive was nice. We drove through some of the most beautiful parts of Colorado. There are days like this when I am thankful to be alive and free in a great country. I had John Denver on the stereo, both Shiro and I singing along to it. He could sing as goods as me. He was wearing his typical shorts, with a seal Team t-shirt with a flannel shirt over that. I was wearing my favorite pair of cowboy boots, jeans, and a seal Team turtleneck. There are times that I wish I could talk to some of the guys I used to run with. I don't, because I don't want to cause them trouble. Word had it since I was 'retired' a memo went out telling everyone I wasn't to be associated with, thanks to a certain Admiral. Still hate his guts. I'm not going to worry about it. Life has a way of fixing things. My only concern was to enjoy the day. We got there about midmorning. The parking lot was crowded already, which surprised me.

"Didn't think anyone else liked Asian art," I mused out loud.

"Yeah," Shiro agreed.

We managed to park and went into the show area. Wished I had brought more money, I really liked what I saw. There was just so many great paintings and prints. I ended up buying about ten pieces. I was at the end of one table when something ran into me. Grabbing what it was in my hands, I looked down to see a boy of about ten looking up at me with tears in his face. I saw the look of terror in his face. I pulled him into me, suddenly going alert. Scanning the immediate areas, I saw three men walking into the immediate area, looking as if they were looking for someone. I began moving away, walking slow and casual like. I came up to Shiro and took his ball cap off his head, reversed it, and stuck it on the boy's head. Taking my sunglasses, I put them on the boy's face.

"Shiro, there's trouble following," I said. Shiro nodded. "Got them." I looked down at the boy. Something about him was so familiar, I just couldn't place it right then.

"Your name is Tyler, you're my nephew from Oregon," I whispered.

"Huh?" he said, puzzled.

"Just play along and I'll explain later," I said. In the meantime, Shiro had disappeared. I kept walking towards the exit gate, the boy following me. I got out to the curb and saw the four runner coming up to me. It halted in front of us and I opened the door. I had forgotten I had taught Shiro to drive in case of trouble. He'd come through. I lifted the boy in the back then jumped in. As we pulled away, I looked in the mirrors. The three tangos were standing on the sidewalk looking around.

"That was far too close Dad," Shiro said.

"No kidding son," I said. Shiro drove for a few miles, then pulled into a park and stopped behind some trees. I took over, them we took off again. Shiro sat in the back with the boy. The boy took his glasses and hat off.

"Are you guys gonna hurt me?" he asked, scared. Shiro recognized him. "You're Jake Llewellyn!" Jake nodded. I looked in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, Shiro was right.

"What are you doing here in Colorado, Jake?" I asked.

"Colorado?" he said. "I'm supposed to be in California!"

"Okay. Let's get back, and then you can tell us what you know. Then I'll call the police," I said. Jake nodded his assent. He sighed. Shiro got a comforter and wrapped it around Jake. The boy's eyes closed, and he went to sleep.

Things didn't work out as planned. Mr. Murphy of Murphy's Law fame latched onto me and very nicely flagged a cop's attention. He stopped me for the burned out tail light. When he saw Jake Llewellyn in the back seat, I thought I was gone. We went to the police station, escorted by two other cops. Once all stories were told and descriptions given, Jake made a phone call to his family. Nobody was there. Then he called LucasFilms Studios. He got his Mom on the phone. Finally he held the phone out to me.

"Hello Mrs. Llewellyn?" I said. The woman's voice came through the line. "Thank you for rescuing Jake. I was so worried when we found the hotel room trashed." I heard something drop in the background. "Are you all right, Mrs. Llewellyn?"

"Oh, an actor named Taran Jones dropped a glass on the floor," she said.

"Mrs. Llewellyn, mention my name to him and he will tell you about me. I want to protect Jake until this thing is over. I'm a professional bodyguard," I said. Another voice came on the line. "David?"

"Scott? Scott Muphitt?" I asked.

"Yeah, man! We been looking for you!" he said.

"I'm in Colorado now, Scott. Long story. Tell you guys when I see you," I said.

"Deal. Here's Mrs. Llewellyn," he said.

"I'll hire you to protect my son. Apparently you have a solid reputation here," she said.

"Good enough for me," I said. Everything was arranged in the next half hour. I pulled into the driveway around six in the evening. Jake got out, looking around at everything.

"This place is beautiful," he said.

"That's why I bought it all," I smiled.

"This is yours?" he asked.

"All two hundred acres [80 ha]," I grinned.

"Cool," he said.

Shiro led him into the house while I started unloading the four runner. I got the prints and paintings in the house and wondered why everything was quiet. I went upstairs to the second floor, and listened. There was noise coming from the guest bedroom, so I went in. I saw Shiro giving Jake a bath. Shiro looked up at me and nodded. I sat and watched Shiro taking care of the boy. My heart went out to Jake. Shiro had been where Jake had been through. Shiro lifted Jake out of the tub and wrapped the boy in a towel, and carried him into the room. I watched Shiro towel dry him.

"Would you like a massage?" Shiro asked.

"What's that?" Jake asked.

"Let me show you," Shiro said to him. Shiro laid a towel on the bed and then laid him on it. Shiro began working on his shoulders and back. Judging from Jake's sighs, he was enjoying it. Shiro kept going, working down to his lower back, then his nice rounded ass, then down to his legs.

"That feels good," Jake sighed.

"That's the whole point," Shiro said. "It's supposed to make you feel good and relaxed." He gently turned Jake over on his back. The boy was erect. His four incher [10 cm] was standing up proudly. Jake went red with embarrassment.

"Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about. Perfectly normal," Shiro said.

"Been doing that a lot," Jake said.

"Just means you're starting to grow up," I said. Shiro grinned and went to work again, massaging the boy's chest, arms, torso, and legs. Jake closed his eyes and sighed. I knew what he was feeling. Shiro had done that to me so many times.

"One last muscle. Can I?" Shiro asked, his hand poised over Jake's cock.

"Okay," Jake replied after thinking about it.

"I promise to not do anything that you don't feel comfortable with," Shiro said. Jake nodded. Shiro took Jake's hard four inches [10 cm] in his hand and gently began to gently Jake him off. Jake closed his eyes again. Every now and then he'd shiver a bit. I knew he was experiencing something new.

"OH!" he cried, suddenly shivering and arching his body upwards. I looked to see if anything came out. Nothing did. Jake had a dry cum. I wondered if it was his first. He settled down, then his even breathing told me he was asleep. Shiro covered him up with the bed sheet.

"Good job today son," I said, kissing Shiro.

"Thanks Dad," Shiro said, returning the kiss as he settled down in bed with me.

He snuggled up next to me as we dozed off.

I woke the next morning to something wet on my cock. I opened my eyes to see Shiro sucking me off. I sighed. Nice way to wake up. He kept going, going down deeper and deeper with each down stroke of his mouth.

"Shiro," I whispered. He quickly straddled my hips, raised himself, and then slid my hard cock into his ass as he sank down on it. I groaned, trying to hold back my impending ejaculation. Shiro began riding me hard, shoving himself down on my cock. I was so close to cumming.

"Shiro… my son… I'm cumming!" I gasped, shooting my juice deep into his ass. Shiro shoved down hard on my cock a few times more, squeezing his ass muscles tight on my cock. Finally I stopped, breathing hard. Shiro lay on my chest as we kissed, my cock still inside him. It was then that I became aware of someone at the doorway. I looked to see Jake standing there, a shocked look on his face. Shiro quickly got off me, my cock popping out of him. Jake disappeared, the door to his room slamming shut.

"I'll explain things Dad," Shiro nodded. He got out of bed and pulled shorts on. I got out of bed and got into shorts myself, then pulled on my cross trainers and left the house. Shiro knocked on the door. "Jake?" He opened the door and went in. Jake was sitting on the floor in the bathroom. He looked at Shiro with fear on his face.

"Jake, we won't hurt you at all. We won't do that to you at all. We won't even ask you to. If there's something you want us to do, just ask. It's got to be your decision. I'm going to sit here and tell you how I met David," Shiro said (That is a tale to be told in Samurai, Inc., chapter 3), sitting next to Jake. It took about an hour to tell. By the time Shiro finished, Jake had relaxed.

"He's that cool?" Jake asked.

"Absolutely. Come on, let's go get breakfast," Shiro grinned. I walked back into the house to see the two boys in the kitchen. Shiro was sipping his customary cup of tea, Jake was at the table with a glass of orange juice.

"Hey you two," I saluted. "What's up?"

"Shiro told me all about you," Jake said. "I'm sorry I walked in on you guys."

"No big deal," I said. "I should have closed the door. My fault."

"So what's gonna happen now?" Jake asked.

"We leave for California in a few hours. I need to get out tickets. Remember what I told you yesterday?" I asked Jake.

"No, what was it?" he asked.

"You cover is that you are my nephew Tyler from Oregon," I said. "We got a better chance of changing your features a little better."

"I've got an idea in that area," Shiro said.

"Good. After breakfast, we'll get busy," I said, sitting down. Shiro did up one of his specials, and we all ate good. Jake burped as he pushed his chair back.

"Sorry," he said.

"Thanks for the complement," Shiro grinned.

Jake started laughing. I shook my head and grinned. Taking my coffee into my computer room to log onto the net. I got the travel arrangements set up. Coming out of the room, I noticed the house was quiet again. Silence like that usually meant a few things
One: Shiro was plotting something,
Two: He was pleasuring himself,
Three: something was wrong.

In this case, two boys under one roof usually meant they were up to something. I went upstairs carefully, checking for Shiro's booby traps. He was getting really good with them. He got real inventive at times. Shit, I bet he could teach the seal Teams a thing or two. I approached his room, listening carefully. I could hear something, so I peeked around the corner. The boys were lying on Shiro's bed naked. Shiro was jacking Jake off. The younger boy was enjoying himself, shivering through his dry come. Then he reached for Shiro's cock. Jake jacked Shiro off, following his directions. I nearly laughed out loud at his surprised reaction when Shiro unloaded his sperm on Jake. I quietly withdrew to my room and started packing.

"Dad?" I heard Shiro call out.

"Right here," I yelled back. The boys appeared, completely dressed. Jake had a bandage covering most of the right side of his face. He had the ball cap on backwards, the sunglasses on. I looked for a moment.

"That's really good," I said.

"His idea Dad," Shiro grinned. "He thinks that the tangos could be watching the airport."

"That is a possibility, son. Especially the flights to California," I said.

I walked to my dresser and opened the drawer, and took out a sob (small of back holster), slipping it on my belt. Then I retrieved the H&K 9mm from the nightstand, dropped the mag, worked the slide popping the round in the chamber out, then slipping the mag back into the gun, working the slide once more, putting a new round into the chamber. I let the slide slam forward into battery. Dropping the mag again, I got another round out of the drawer and topped off the mag. Then I shoved it back into the gun, and secured it in the holster.

"Now I'm ready," I said, pulling my seal Team polo shirt down. Jake's eyes had gotten big while I had gone through the routine with the gun.

"You carry that?" he asked.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes, I do, Jake. It's part of my job to."

He nodded. I picked up my carry on and went down stairs, followed by the boys. I checked my 12, 3, 6, 9, and 12 again. It's habit to me. You gotta be ready for anything. Leaving the house, I watched my mirrors carefully. No need to pick up a tail. People who are well trained can very easily pick up a tail within minutes. It's not that hard. To properly trail someone, you need quite a few cars and people to do it. We were dealing with three tangos. Could be more, but I wasn't taking chances. We got to the airport with no trouble. Now came the hard part. Getting Jake to the plane with out picking up the triplets that I had seen yesterday. Shiro was extra alert. Jake hunched down just a bit, deliberately dragged a foot slightly. Kid was catching on quick. He'd make a great seal. We got to the check in counter.

"Hi, three boarding passes for me, my son, and nephew," I said to the lady. She smiled, nodded, then gave me what was needed.

"Do you need any assistance?" she asked, inclining her head to Jake.

"He's physically challenged. Bad accident. Doesn't talk too well. Hasn't been the same since," I said.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. She waved us onto the plane. I couldn't have planned this any better. Mr. Murphy was cooperating by staying away. Be nice if he could fuck with the triplets instead of me. Settling down, I put Jake next to the window, Shiro next to him, and me on the end. Jake true to his acting ability, played his role perfectly. The flight attendants were so helpful. That was the one time I got super service. Gonna have to do this more often.

We arrived in California 3pm Pacific time. We were the first ones off, then we claimed our baggage. Taran told me he'd have a Chevy Nova parked in the garage. I had to just get the keys and location from the courtesy desk. Airport security volunteered to watch Shiro and Jake as I went looking for the car. Wasn't too hard to spot. There was a cardboard sign of a cigar smoking seal on it holding a M-16. In the lower right corner was the Muphitts logo. Picking up the boys, I left the airport. The tank was full, the engine sounded like a full tilt souped up 440.

"Power!" I crowed, doing a passable imitation of Tim Taylor from Home Improvement. Shiro laughed. "You really like fast cars, don't ya, dad?"

"Who doesn't?" Jake grinned.

"Jake, you pulled it off perfectly," I said.

"Yeah, and they were so helpful. It was my idea at the last second. Glad you guys caught on," Jake said.

"It worked," Shiro said. I nodded. I headed down the freeway to where I was told the LucasFilms Studio was. Pulling in, I handed the guard the card I had found in the glove compartment. He gave me directions to the stage we were supposed to go to. Pulling in, I got out of the car and checked all my points again. Satisfied, I waved the boys out. Jake continued his act until we were inside. Once he saw his Mom, he dropped it completely and flew into her arms. Shiro and I watched as the reunion took place. Lucas himself came over.

"Thanks for finding him," he said.

"It's what I do best," I said.

"I, ah, asked around about you. Lots of people vouched for you. I want to hire you to protect him until those guys are caught," he said, slipping a very fat envelope into my pocket of my jacket.

"Consider it done," I said. Jake brought his Mom over, pulling the bandage off his face. "David, Shiro, this is my Mom."

"Mrs. Llewellyn," I said, shaking her hand.

"Thank you," she said.

"Not a problem. Mr. Lucas has asked me to stay on until we resolve the problem," I said.

"Thank you," she smiled. I watched as Jake and his Mom walked into a small room off to the side. I sighed.

"Back in the saddle again Dad?" Shiro grinned.

"Yup. We need to talk, son. I got a proposition for you," I said. We sat down and I outlined the deal. It was simple. He and I worked together, shared the profits straight down the middle. Shiro suggested a name for our outfit. Samurai, Inc. I liked it and told him so. His marital Arts skills, my seal training would come in handy. We had started cross training lately. I was teaching seal skills, and he was teaching me the Martial Arts. We shook on the deal. We were now a team. I leaned back, feeling pleased with myself.

"Relaxing on the job?" a voice teased. I looked up into Taran's eyes. "Hey, Taran! What's up?"

"Not much. Participating in this project. Been fun too," he said, sitting down. I introduced him to Shiro. This is my son Shiro."

"Hi, Shiro!" Taran grinned.

"Nice to meet you," Shiro said, returning the handshake.

I watched the both of them talking. I had the feeling that Taran was a bit upset, but after I pulled everyone together later, I'd tell them how it all happened. For now, I was to protect Jake. Since it was late in the day, it was decided to call it a day. I drove Jake and his Mom back to their hotel. When we got there, I found out the rooms had been changed. We were to be up in the penthouse area. There were four very large rooms up there. His Mom would take one, Jake's father would join her later. Jake, Shiro, and I would have the other. The only way up to the penthouse was to ride a special elevator. It was run by the counter person. Good security. I got up there and room searched all four. After declaring the rooms clean, everyone went in their respective rooms. Jake flopped down on the bed.

"Man, I'm tired," he sighed. "It was hard to keep up the act for ever!" I had to laugh. "It worked."

"I gotta take my hat off to you on that. I wondered what the hell you were doing," Shiro said.

"Last second inspiration," Jake grinned.

Shiro turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels. I put the duffel bags on the bed and started unpacking them. When I turned around to ask Shiro something, I saw that they were both gone to the world. A smile slid across my face. They looked so cute sleeping together. I carefully pulled the covers down, undressed Shiro but left his boxers on (he likes boxers better than briefs, to each his own I guess.), then did the same to Jake. He was wearing Star Wars briefs. I nearly laughed. He was in Phantom Menace and he's wearing Star Wars briefs. I just grinned and walked out of the room, turning off the light, tv, and propping the door open a little. Walking over to the bar tucked in the corner, I went behind it. It was stocked with everything. I found my favorite, Japanese sake. I got a tall glass and put ice in it, then poured myself a healthy dose of it in the glass. I sipped it as I watched the sun go down. Life was being real good to me right now. Things were back on track as far as I was concerned. I would have liked to have gone past the old homestead. May be time for that later. I loved being where I was now. Crystal Springs had proved to be the thing I really had needed, but hadn't known it then. I looked up at the clock. It was seven in the evening. I decided to call down and get some pizza sent up. Just as I reached for the phone, it rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Mr. Logan?" a voice said.

"Yes?" I said.

"This is the front desk. Mr. Llewellyn is here," the lady's voice announced.

"Send him up," I said. Hanging up the phone, I knocked on Mrs. Llewellyn's door. When she answered, I told her that a man claiming to be her husband was on the way up. She was to keep the door cracked open enough to see if it was him. I stood off to the side, holding my H&K 9mm. The elevator doors opened, and the man stepped out. I had him move forward with his hands up. Mrs. Llewellyn came out.

"It's him," she said.

"Sorry about that," I apologized, shaking his hand.

"Is Jake all right?" he asked.

"Sleeping soundly," I said. I smiled as they went into their room. I went back into mine after the pizza was delivered moments later. The boys must have woken up, because when I turned around after filling my glass with more sake, they were sitting there grinning as they munched pizza. I hadn't heard a thing.

"Getting more sneakier, Shiro?" I said. He just grinned. Jake was laughing between bites.

"Your Dad's here," I told him.

"Cool!" he said, running back into the bedroom for his pants and shirt. I walked him over. He was happy to see his Dad. They spent a few moments talking. Then he came back to our room. He pulled his clothes right off again, then had another slice of pizza. He dripped sauce on himself as he ate.

"Let me take care of that," Shiro said.

He laid Jake on his back on the couch and started licking the sauce right off his body. I watched the boy's four incher [10 cm] growing right then, clearly aroused by what Shiro was doing. I sat back to watch the show. Jake moaned softly, clearly enjoying the pleasure. Shiro worked down the boy's body, spending a bit of time at the boy's small titties. Shiro gently sucked on them, making Jake squirm beneath him. Shiro moved down until Jake's four incher [10 cm] was in his face. Without missing a beat, Shiro sucked the erect four incher [10 cm] in his mouth. Jake's eyes went wide.

"Oh… oh, man!" he whined. Shiro sucked his little cock until he had a tremendous dry climax. Shiro stroked his body to calm him down. The he carried Jake into the bedroom and put him in bed. Shiro settled down next to him. He leaned over and kissed him goodnight.

The sun came in the window at six the next morning, waking me up. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I had gone to sleep on the couch, watching a movie. I stretched, then went to check on the boys. Jake was working on Shiro's cock as I stepped in. He had half of Shiro's cock in his mouth. Shiro was directing how to do it. I had hoped Shiro hadn't talked him into it. The younger boy was sucking the cock, making noises of pleasure. I watched the action for a bit, feeling a bit jealous. Jake must have been doing it right, because Shiro pushed Jake's head up.

"I'm gonna cum, Jake!" he said. Jake didn't stop, he kept right on sucking. Shiro groaned, and I saw his cock twitch, then jerk as he unloaded in Jake's mouth. Jake backed off, choking a bit. Once he swallowed what he had in his mouth, his eyes lit up and he dived back down to get all the spunk that shot out of Shiro's cock. Once he finished cleaning Shiro up, he sighed and laid back down next to Shiro.

"Did I do okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," Shiro sighed.

"Looked that way to me," I said, grinning. Both boys looked up at me. I leaned over them and kissed them both. Jake smiled. He saw the bulge in my pants. He reached over and squeezed it.

"You got a big one. Can I see it?" he asked.

"Nah. I don't want to scare you," I said.

Shiro laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, Dad!"

Jake jumped up and ran around the bed. He undid my belt, unzipped my pants, let them fall to the floor. He pulled down my briefs, then reacted with a shocked look on his face as my eight inches [20 cm] of solid male meat popped out.

"WOW!" he cried. His hands grabbed my cock and began jacking me off. I closed my eyes and moaned. I guess I was so hot, I came in seconds. My sperm shot all over his face, chest, hair, arms, and hands. Shiro and I immediately got busy, licking my load off the little boy. All of us sighed with satisfaction moments later as we sat in the tub.

"That was fun!" Jake grinned. "Why do adults make such a big deal about this?"

"It's because they think that we're too immature to know what it's all about," Shiro said.

"He's right. But there are kids who are very mature at an early age who know what it's about and can handle the responsibility," I said. Jake thought about that for a moment.

"Don't worry about it Jake," Shiro patted him on the shoulder. I got out of the bath and dried off. "Breakfast?" They nodded, and I went into the living room. I called next door and talked to his folks for a bit. After we all had breakfast, I went down stairs to check on the Nova. I was handed a note as I passed the desk.

"Yo, new ride outside. Usual goodies. A friend," I read.

I went outside to see a Mercedes sitting there. It was a limo. I walked up to it with the keys in my hands and unlocked the doors. Searching the car, I found a suppressed MP-5 in 9mm under the driver's seat. Checking the rest of the car, I discovered it was an armored one. Only two people I knew had them. I checked the writing again. Sure enough, it belonged to Rhino. He was a legend in the Teams. Fifty-five now, he had the reputation of being real hard on other members of the Army, Air Force, and others who challenged him. He was also a real terror on tangos and doors. None of them survived an encounter with Rhino. I made a mental note to send him a case of Scotch. Going back upstairs, Shiro and I escorted them down and to the car. We arrived at the studio with no problem. Once inside, Jake went right to work. I sat and watched things. Shiro occasionally walked around the place, checking things out. The others weren't there. Just us and the crew. I was relaxing a bit when my cell rang.

"Samurai, Inc. Logan speaking," I said.

"This is Captain James, Colorado police. Wanted to let you know we got two of your men this morning as they were boarding a flight to California," he said.

"Thanks, great job!" I said.

"That's our job," he laughed, then hung up. I hung up, then dialed the Colorado Police from my phone. I wanted to double check. After a two minute conversation, I was satisfied that Captain James was real, and they had, indeed, caught two of the tangos. That left one. I had to be extra alert now.

"Shiro?" I called out.

"What is it, Dad?" he came on the run.

"Colorado called. They nailed two of the tangos as they were boarding a flight to here," I explained.

"Shit. That means there's one left. How are we gonna get him?" he asked as Lucas and everyone else gathered around.

"As of now, everyone goes on the buddy system. Nobody lets their buddy out of sight. Shiro, you buddy up with Jake. Pass the word. I'm gonna get a picture of the remaining T and get it posted everywhere," I said, reaching for my cell again.

"Dad, I scanned it into our desktop at home. It's on a floppy in my laptop case," Shiro said.

"Give it to me," a man said. Shiro retrieved it and went with the man. He came back a moment later, secured the disk into the case.

"Done and done," Shiro reported.

"Good," Lucas nodded. The rest of the day went okay. All the shots were done right the first time around. Jake was an exceptionally gifted actor. No wonder people wanted him on their shows. I smiled, watching him do his thing. I decided to go and check on the car. I went outside and observed a number of individuals loitering in the immediate area. One of them was working in the planter by the car.

"Relax, it's clean. All those people are security. Lucas believes in strong security, Logan. He hires ex-Army special forces, especially guys who had been in 'Nam," he stage whispered.

"Thanks. Now I feel better," I whispered back.

We left the studio and headed back to the hotel. My senses were working overtime now. Shiro was constantly checking our six, making sure we didn't pick up a tail. Pulling into the hotel parking, Shiro suddenly sat up straight.

"Trouble's here," he said. I got out of the car, handing him a radio. "If I signal you, get them to the studio."

"Okay, Dad," Shiro nodded, sliding behind the wheel. I walked casually into the lobby. The gal behind the desk looked scared. I nodded to the elevator. She hit the button to open the door, and I went in.

"Get outta here, Shiro. Now!" I snapped into the radio. There was no response. I continued upward, waiting for the doors to open. I pulled the MP-5 out from under my jacket. It was doom-on-tango time. The doors opened. Turning on a tape recorder, I placed it on the floor. It was a recording I had made of Jake greeting his father. I moved to the right of the door. Opening the door, I moved in quickly. The man on the other side of the room reacted, jumping in surprise. I got the drop on him.

"Freeze sucker," I snapped. I moved across the room quick, slapped him upside the head with a blackJake I had in my pocket. Sack of shit went down. Grabbing the duct tape he had so thoughtfully provided, I taped his wrists, and ankles together. I dragged him into the elevator, and down the ground floor.

"Call the cops," I said. Girl didn't move. Frowning, I went behind the desk. Sumbitch had her wired with a c-4 bang. I groaned. Thanks a hell of a lot, Murphy. I quickly checked the tango and found the detonator. I made a fast call on my cell. By now, the other hotel guests were looking on from a safe distance, wondering what was going on.

"Everyone out!" I yelled. When they didn't move, I hosed the ceiling with the MP-5. That woke them up, and they went running out the door. A police car arrived.

"You demo?" I asked. The cop nodded, patting his green canvas bag.

"Scumbag has her wired with a c-4 bang," I said. We rescued her with no trouble at all. After all was said and done, I called Shiro on the cell.

"Come on back. Got the baddie all wrapped up," I said.

"Thank God," four voices said in unison. I hung up the phone. "Gotta be a better way to make a living." One of the cops looked at me. "Come on, you don't mean that, Logan. You got to dunk the baddies again, like old times." I looked at the cop. And recognized him. It was Rhino.

"You old fart," I said, laughing.

"Hey, who you calling old?" he snapped. I laughed. It was like old times. I just shook my head and looked up as the Mercedes came to a stop in front. I walked out to the car. Shiro got out.

"Clear?" he said.

"Absolutement," I grinned.

We came home two weeks later. California was nice, but I prefer being here. It's a much better and pleasant place to be. I took Shiro to where I once had lived. The house was still fenced off, the remnants still there. I had never done anything about it. I had gotten on my Harley rode away, and never had looked back. The Harley had been sold in Colorado soon after I had gotten there.

"Time to close the book here Dad," Shiro said softly. I did, selling what was left of the property to a contractor. The money I stashed in a secret account for Shiro. The last night in California, we spent at the hotel with Jake. The three of us had a small private party in our room. I watched as Jake and Shiro stripped each other down after the pizzas had arrived. I was already naked, relaxing with my usual drink. The boys were eating the pizza and laughing the whole time. They were up to something. I sighed and went into the kitchen. They attacked me as I got in there, Shiro tripping me. I fell on the floor, controlling my fall. Jake grabbed something off the counter and held it over me. He squeezed the object, and whatever it was came out, landing on me. I tasted it.

"Chocolate?" I asked, wondering what was going on. Shiro hit me with whipped cream next, then both boys dropped cherries on me.

"Guess what? You're dessert!" Jake gleefully laughed. Both boys began licking it all up, getting me aroused in the process. Jake took the right side, Shiro got my left. Both boys had fun licking it all up, making me hot and horny in the process. I felt Jake's tongue working on my balls as Shiro worked on my cock. I laid back, feeling really good. Jake and Shiro shared my cock. Having two mouths on a cock at once can do wonders for the guy who's getting the treatment. I fired my first shots straight up in the air, groaning in passion.

"There she blows!" Jake shook with laughter. He kept on working on my cock while Shiro stuck his in my mouth. He had coated his cock with butterscotch sauce. Oh, my. Tasty boy cock! I enjoyed sucking that one, especially when I got the creamy center. Shiro's body shivered as he really unloaded. He was developing larger loads now. Lucky boy. Then Shiro and I tackled a laughing Jake. We covered most of him with a combo of butterscotch and chocolate sauce. Boy, did he really get off on that! In the bathtub washing ourselves clean, we paid extra special attention to him. Jake loved that kind of attention. Settling in bed with him between me and Shiro, he sighed tiredly.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," he said, a tear running down his cheek.

"The welcome mat is out for you anytime," I said.

"You mean that?" he said.

"Absolutely," I said.

He hugged us both. He settled down and went to sleep. I lay there quietly and listened to their breathing. It was a nice sweet sound to me. I tried to sleep myself, but couldn't. I slipped out of bed and went into the living room. I drew a glass of my usual and sat in a chair, facing the window. The full moon lit up the room. The light was bright and it's soothing effect relaxed me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Shiro. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine. No words were said, we knew what had been just said. Shiro sat in my lap, facing me after he lubed up my cock. He settled down over it, sliding it inside of him. Our passion began. We slowly became one, my cock moving inside of him. I felt his mouth all over my face, kissing me. This felt so good to me. Before I knew it, I was coming into his ass. I shot my sperm up into his warm moist cave. We both sighed as one, feeling relieved. He sat there for a time, resting in my arms. I wanted to hold him like this forever. I wished he could stay my little boy, but I knew that he had to grow up. After fifteen minutes, he got off me. He cleaned me up, then went to bed. I followed an hour later. I looked down at the boys and smiled. I had realized that I was starting to build an extended family. The family I left behind, was just a bad memory. Life goes on, and it is good.

The Muphitts are one of the finest boy bands (15-16yo) around, and 15 year-old Taran is a great actor. Enjoy.

I sat down on the front porch with my cup of tea after having breakfast. Normally, I drink coffee, but I been drinking it less and less as Shiro keeps giving me the tea. He says this one is good for the body's blood circulation, among other things. I've done a bit of research, so I have no doubts that he's telling the truth about it. We've basically settled down into a basic routine every morning, depending on what's going on. We run about four miles [6½ km] a day, work out on my weight pile, and finish off by swimming in the lake. Shiro's diving skills are getting lots better, so I took him to get his dive certificate. He passed it with flying colors. Made me happy. I hear him coming out on the porch.

"It's going to be a beautiful day Dad," he remarked.

"That's for sure," I nodded.

"Got anything planned for today?" he asked. I thought for a moment. We'd been training pretty hard of late, me sharpening my shooting skills and Shiro working on his .

"Not really. I was thinking… " I said when the phone rang. Shiro picked up the cordless. "Samurai, Inc. Shiro speaking." He handed the phone to me.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey you!" a voice laughed.

"Taran! What a surprise!" I exclaimed

"What's up, David?" Taran asked.

"Not much, just relaxing and enjoying the nice weather," I said.

"Very cool. Listen, I got some time on my hands and I wondered if I could come out for a bit. No, I'm not in trouble either," Taran said. I reached for my calendar. The Muphitts were scheduled to arrive tomorrow for a big concert in Denver, and they were going to hang out here for a few days afterwards.

"Sure, come on out. You know what you need," I chortled.

"Cool. I'm already at the Denver airport. Just give me your address, and I'll see you when I see you," Taran laughed. I sighed. "You kids can be too much for an old man like me." Shiro laughed at the expression on my face. Taran's laughter rang in my ear.

"You ain't old, just slow!" Taran laughed again.

"Expect revenge for that one, boy!" I growled.

"Gotta go, my cab's waiting," Taran said. I hung up and sighed. Shiro grinned at me.

"Now we're gonna have fun!" he said.

Taran showed up about an hour later. The cab dropped him off at the front of the house. Shiro met him there, and had him drop his luggage in the living room. The boys walked around to the back of the house and down to where the gun range was. It took some doing to get it built, Crystal Springs city council was wary about it at first, but when I showed them the design and the safety features, they agreed. I even offered to teach the local cops combat tactics, and they jumped on that. The cops went through the training, and as a result, their incidents went down, they gained much more respect for me. They even asked me to join the reserves, which I did. Police work can be fun at times. Today I was practicing shooting while lying on my back. I had seen Bruce Wills do it for one of his movies, so I tried it and it works. The boys stayed behind the safety line and watched. I was doing well, dropping the rounds right through the red circle on the tiny 3 by 5 card. I ran dry, then got up.

"Hey, David! That was great shooting!" Taran complemented. I looked up at the teen standing there. "Thanks, Taran. Takes lots of work and practice." I came up to the table, stripped the gun, cleaned it, reassembled it, and reloaded it. I slipped it into a small of back holster and secured it. I stepped forward and hugged him.

"Good to see you," I said.

"I've missed you," Taran said.

"Let's go get something cold to drink," I said. Shiro led the way to the house. I knew Shiro well enough to know something was wrong. His body language didn't say it, but his eyes did. I decided to talk to him while Taran settled into the guest room.

"Shiro, what's bothering you son," I asked after Taran took his coke and his luggage into the guest room.

He looked at me. "You messed around with him once before, didn't you?"

I sighed, then went out on the porch.

"I met him in California, where I used to live. He needed protection from an obsessed fan, and we got involved with each other. We played in my playroom, and had almost non stop sex."

"Playroom?" Shiro asked.

I explained to him what one was, and what people do in there.

"So how come you don't have one now, and why don't you do those things to me?" Shiro asked.

"Reason is that I'm not interested in that anymore, and what we do is far more better. I loved you very much to make you my son. I care what happens to you, you are just so important to me. Besides, you went through a lot, and I felt those were things that could bring back bad memories. I love you too much to hurt you," I said, kissing him.

"You and the Muphitts?" Shiro asked.

I grinned. "Yeah. But sex with you is more meaningful because it brings us closer as father and son."

"That's cool," a voice said. We looked up to see Taran standing there. "I kinda had that feeling about you two."

"Long story, Taran. I might tell it over the fire tomorrow night. The Muphitts are coming in tomorrow morning," I explained.

"Be nice to see Dave again," Taran grinned.

"You and Dave Muphitt?" Shiro asked.

The smile on Taran's face was enough.

I grinned as I high fived Taran. I stood up and stretched out, then quickly grabbed Taran in my left arm, Shiro in my right. Hoisting the boys on my shoulders, I strode down to the lake. They caught on as to what I was going to do. Taran immediately dropped watch, wallet, keys, and pager on a table as we passed it. Both boys put up the required struggle, but I walked off the dock and into the cold lake water. The three of us surfaced moments later.

"FUCK! That's damn cold!" Taran yelled.

"Your nuts in your ass yet?" Shiro teased.

"I suppose yours aren't?" Taran asked.

"Nope. They're hanging down to my knees!" Shiro cracked up laughing.

Taran sighed. "You got a real wise guy here, don't you?"

"If he wasn't, life around here would be as exciting as a gay guy at the Mustang Ranch," I said.

Taran groaned as Shiro and I laughed. Taran pulled his clothes off and tossed them on the dock, then he struck out for the floating dive platform. Shiro and I stripped and followed him. I sat on the platform and watched the guys dive for a bit. Taran's body had gotten a bit leaner, a bit more defined. Apparently he had been working out. I lay back on the platform and let my thoughts wander. I hadn't thought of California in some time. Going back there with Jake Llewellyn had given me the opportunity for closure (read chapter 2 for that story) and to get rid of what was left. Coming here had presented me with the chance to start again, and things had gone so well. I sat up and watched the guys race for the shore. I slipped into the water and swam underneath the surface, controlling my air. Old Mr. Murphy would love it if I ran out of air far too soon. Had that happen a few times. Not a good feeling, I can assure you. I popped up in front of them as they sat on the muddy bank.

"Getting tired?" I asked. Taran was surprised. "Wow! You swam all the way from there to here under the water? That's cool!"

"Yup. Taken time, training, and practice to do that," I said, coming up on the bank.

Taran whistled. "You been working out."

I grinned and struck a few poses, showing off for the boys. They applauded my performance. We picked up our wet clothes off the dock and went back to the house. I threw the clothes into the dryer as the boys went upstairs for showers and dry clothes. I pulled on a pair of shorts and looked at the clock. We had been in the lake for about four hours. I decided on an early dinner, so I got busy. Lucky for me I had gone shopping yesterday, stocking up on what I knew teen boys liked best. Shiro in no exception to that, but he eats sensibly, balancing out the junk stuff with good food. He had become good friends with a Hawaiian boy named Sammo. This kid was the same age as Shiro. Both of them wrestled together on the high school team. This kid was big, but it was all solid muscle. That boy could eat. They had been spending lots of time locked away in Shiro's room, and when I've gone past Shiro's room, I've heard what sounded like sexual activity going on. There's no doubt in my mind now that Shiro and Sammo are a couple. One of these days I'll confront them.

Dinner was a simple affair. Salad, steaks, vegetables, and drinks. I had Led Zeppelin on the stereo, and we were enjoying the music.

"I almost had the chance to see them in Madison Square Garden when they did that concert film," I said.

"I like them, but I'm more into the newer stuff," Taran said.

"I can't stand rap," I said.

"Neither do I," Shiro said. "I listen to a guy named Kitaro."

"Who's he?" Taran asked.

"He's a musician who lives right here in Colorado. Makes some of the most beautiful music you ever heard," Shiro said.

"Cool," Taran nodded.

"Tell you what. I'll give you a massage, and you can listen to a cd of his music while I'm doing it," Shiro said, standing up with his plate.

"Okay!" Taran grinned.

"You are in for an experience," I said.

I watched the boys go up the stairs and into Taran's room. I cleared away all the dishes and got them washed. I went and turned off the stereo in the corner and started locking the house for the night. I went upstairs to my room. Stopping at Taran's' room, I watched Shiro giving Taran the massage. Kitaro's music filled the room. Taran's eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face. He was lying on his back now, Shiro working his torso. He was very erect, his six inches [15 cm] standing at attention. Shiro moved his hands around the boy's cock and down to the balls. He fondled Taran's balls for a bit, then he took the hard cock in his hand. He started jacking Taran off slow at first, then increased his grip and speed on the cock. Taran thrashed about, clearly in heat. A minute later, he stiffened up, thrusting his cock upward. He shot his cum up in the air, whining at the same time. He shot four times more, then relaxed. Shiro cleaned him off, then lifted him and put him into bed. Shiro covered the boy with a sheet.

"There. He's completely relaxed now," Shiro said, winking at me.

"Good job son," I said, kissing him. I picked up Shiro and carried him to bed. He lay there as I tugged his shorts off. I got in beside him and gently touched him, running my fingertips over his smooth skin. He closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"Feels good Dad," he whispered.

"Good. There's more to cum," I said. He just grinned.

I woke the next morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air. I stretched out and got up, dressing in shorts and my trainers. I went downstairs and looked for the boys. I heard sounds from the kitchen, so I went in to investigate. Shiro was on the floor, on his hands and knees, Sammo having mounted him. I watched the Hawaiian boy's seven inches [18 cm] move in and out of Shiro.

"Shiro, I'm cumming!" he yelped, shoving his cock deep into Shiro. Both boys collapsed on the floor, exhausted from their sex.

"Good morning guys," I said. Shiro looked up at me, shock on his face. Sammo jumped up and grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. I moved to stop him.

"Stop right there Sammo," I said. "Sit in the kitchen." Both boys sat at the table.

"How long have you two been involved with each other?" I asked.

"Since we met Dad," Shiro answered.

"Good. Both of you have my blessing to continue. Just be safe if you decide to fool with other guys," I stated. " I care about you guys a lot."

Shiro jumped up and hugged me tight. "Thanks Dad."

"I forgot you were coming over today Sammo," I said.

Sammo smiled. "You got things on your mind, David."

"Well, you guys scoot upstairs and have a bit of fun if you want. I'm going to work out," I said. I went out the door and started my routine. This is my favorite time of the day, the early morning run and working on my weight pile. I feel very much alive afterwards. Taran was waiting at the weight pile when I returned. He was grinning.

"Some things never change," he commented.

"A good workout is important. I consider it the best way to start the day," I said.

"When I was passing Shiro's room, I heard noises coming from in there. I thought you were in there," Taran said.

"Nope, just a friend of Shiro's, a boy named Sammo. He and Shiro are on the school wrestling team," I said. "He's a real nice kid."

"Are they…?" Taran asked.

I nodded. "Definitely. Have been for a long time. I found out this morning when I found them in the kitchen, Shiro receiving from Sammo."

"That's cool," Taran grinned. "Gonna make for some interesting nights here."

"That's for sure. Let's get busy," I said.

Taran had improved greatly since the last time. He was handling bigger weights and had developed a bit more. We didn't hear Sammo and Shiro come up to the weight pile. I had finished the barbell curls, and turned to see the two boys working at the leg machine. Taran was staring at Sammo.

"Earth to Taran," I said into Taran's ear. Sammo and Shiro laughed as Taran blinked and then focused on me.

"Like what you see?" Sammo grinned.

"Yeah, you a big sexy hunk!" Taran gushed. The three of us laughed as Taran blushed.

"Thanks for the complement dude," Sammo grinned.

"Anytime," Taran grinned. I smiled. I was surrounded by cute sexy boys, in a place that seemed like heaven to me. All was right in the world. I checked my watch, noting the time.

"Shiro, did you bring the cordless with you?" I asked.

"Sure Dad. Here," Shiro replied.

They got quiet while I called the Denver airport and confirmed the arrival time for the Muphitts, then talked to the security office there. All the arrangements were set. The head of security there loved my fake celeb idea. He'd get that all set up before the plane arrived. I walked over to the garage and opened the doors. Inside sat the armored limo, a car the I had taken off the hands of a real nasty boy months ago. This particular nasty boy became the guest of the Colorado correctional department, thanks to a couple of very courageous boys. Last I heard, they were living in other places and doing well. I had bought the car, and before driving it off the lot, asked the feds to do a complete search of the car. Nothing was found, but I had wanted to be sure. The head agent understood why. Once I got it home, I put a few gadgets into it for my own use. The car had a very powerful engine, it could really haul ass when needed. The guys went into the house while I did my predrive check. I wanted everything to be perfect. I don't like leaving anything to chance, or Mr. Murphy. He's got a bad habit of fucking up something at the last second, learning that from bitter experience. So I never take chances anymore. Going into the house, I went upstairs and showered, dressed, and armed myself. The boys were waiting for me when I came down.

"You guys ready?" I asked.

"Ready when you are Dad," Shiro nodded.

"Good. Let's mount up then," I said, leading them outside.

"Hope this goes well," Taran said.

"I got my fingers, toes, and a few other things crossed," Sammo said.

Taran snorted. "That I'd like to see!"

Shiro and I laughed as I drove the car out past the security gate.

"Off to work we go," Shiro said.

I rolled in through the security gates at the delivery entrance. A jeep met us there and led us to a nearby hangar. The plane had just landed and the security chief had his son and three of his friends ready to go behind security doors once the plane stopped. I grinned. I would have given anything to be there at the doors to watch the girls reactions.

"Hell, this is gonna be great!" I laughed.

Taran grinned. "I know how it feels running from drooling girls. I just hope those guys don't get hurt."

I nodded. "I was told that they would get plenty of help while they run down into the security area."

"Good. So we wait here for them then," Sammo said.

"Yes, that's the plan. Their luggage was specially tagged so that it would be moved up into the cabin for convenience," I stated.

"That's good," Shiro said. He went to the door of the hangar with a pair of binoculars and watched the plane docking with the passenger ramp. He watched the crowd of girls through the windows as the passengers off loaded. Suddenly, they disappeared from the bay windows.

"Girls on the move Dad," Shiro shouted from the doors. "Plane's coming now."

"Good. Places guys," I shouted. I opened the trunk to the limo, got the back doors open. The plane rolled into the hanger, towed by a tractor. It stopped and a set of stairs were quickly put into place. Four boys came out of the plane quickly, carrying their luggage.

"David! What's up man," Scott grinned as he tossed his luggage into the back.

I hugged him tight. "Good to see you, Scott."

"Dad! Drooling girls!" Shiro yelled.

"Shit!" I cursed. Everyone moved quick, tossing luggage into the limo. Sammo ran to the far side of the hanger and started opening the door there while Shiro closed the other one with the help of security. We all got into the limo with out Sammo. I slid to a stop next to Sammo. He jumped into the back of the limo and I floored the gas pedal. The car responded like it should, the sudden acceleration throwing every one of us against our respective seats. I hit the road just as the first of the hoard of girls rounded the corner. I had a good enough head start avoiding them. I checked the mirrors as I drove down the access road toward the exit gate. Swinging out the gate and onto the highway, I breathed a sigh of relief as the gates automatically closed themselves.

"Shit that was too damn close," Dave sighed.

"Yeah no kidding," Clint said.

"Well, at least you guys are safe again," Taran said from the front seat.

"Taran?" Dave said, sitting up.

"Yup. It's me, warts and all," Taran grinned.

The guys watched as Dave and Taran kissed passionately. I felt warm feelings coming up from deep inside me. Love is so cool. World couldn't get anywhere without it. I reached over and turned on the radio and found a light pop station. The guys in the back were talking animatedly. I could see Shiro and Sammo holding hands as they sat together. I was glad I had given them my blessings this morning. They seemed so right for each other. There could be no other alternative. I had learned that long ago. I turned my attention back to the road. Things were going to get real interesting around the homestead. Funny thing was, I was looking forward to it.

We pulled into the security fence surrounding my property about an hour later. The Muphitts were wide eyed at the place.

"This all yours?" Scott asked.

"Every acre of it," I said as I pulled up to the side of the dock. "Everyone out!" I got out and lined them up against the car. "Okay, rules. I'm in charge, what I say goes. Gun range and kill house off limits unless I'm there. Everything else is fair game. Now, your first assignment is to strip down completely," I barked.

They just looked at each other, then Shiro was the first. Dave was the last to pull off his underwear. I scooped up the clothes and tossed them in the car.

"Hit the lake and do some laps. Lunch will be ready in another hour. Barbecued ribs on the menu," I said, getting back into the car.

All the boys ran down the incline and out on the dock. Taran was the first to hit the water, followed by everyone else. Sammo and Clint were dead even last in the water. I grinned as I drove off. Parking the car in the garage, I got their luggage out and carried it into the house. I had solved the room assignment by opening the large den up into the living room. I had the feeling we'd be spending time down here, in addition to private fun in my room and Shiro's. I had taken the precaution of stocking up on ky and condoms. I believe in being safe, and I've taught Shiro that as well. But they had the choice to make in deciding to use them or not. I got busy making lunch. Getting the fire going, I cooked the beef for the right amount of time. One by one, they came up the path to the house. I had a stack of towels out on the decking. They dried themselves off, and I took the opportunity to compare them to the other. Really didn't matter, if they could pee out of it and unload their sweet stuff, that's all it really mattered.

"Lunch is ready, gents. Dig in and eat," I said.

Well it didn't take long for them to inhale it all. The swim in the lake must have produced a good appetite. Sammo never failed to do his plate cleaning act like he usually did. I turned around to do something, and one of the boys snickered. That should have been warning enough, but I wasn't really paying attention. Before I knew it, they had waylaid me, managed to pull my clothes off, and carried me down the path to the lake. They tossed me into the lake. I came up chilled to the bone. They all were rolling on the dock, laughing their heads off.

"Okay guys," I grinned, "Wanna help me out of the water?" Sammo reached down and grabbed my left hand. Dave took my right. Suddenly it was playtime as I yanked the two boys into the water. The other guys laughed even harder. I went under the dock, crawled out and onto the dock behind them. Scott turned to see me standing there.

"Incoming!" he yelled, heading for the water in a dive. The others looked behind him and saw me coming at them. I caught the remaining boys on the dock in a bear hug and swept them off the dock. I came up to see everyone in the water, laughing.

"You win, Dad. You just too tough," Shiro grinned.

"Thanks, son. You and Sammo have kitchen duty. The other guys can settle in and I'll show them their sleeping arrangements," I said.

We climbed out and headed up for the house. I let the Muphitts and Taran into the house. Getting the sleeping arrangements settled was an easy task. Each guy had his sleeping spot. If he wanted to play with another guy, not a problem. Just don't go into the restricted areas at night. They all agreed to that. Now things were settled. I went into my office and sat down in my chair. I looked at the schedule for the concert day in two days. It was real simple. The guys would go on stage for two shows that night, a 6:30p show and then a 9:00p show. Autographs before and in between shows. I put down the papers and sat for awhile, staring into space. Everything was going good of late. Shiro and Sammo were out in the open with me now and I was glad of that. I had hoped for a long time that Shiro would find someone his own age to be in love with. Sammo was perfect, I approved of him right off the bat. Shiro and I still made love to each other, he knew he would always be number one with me. I sighed and left the office. I walked outside to where the fire pit was. I decided to set up a fire and roast marshmallows. Be fun, I hadn't done it since I was a kid. I set up the wood in the fire pit when the guys came out of the house.

"Cool! We gonna have a bonfire?" Clint asked.

"Yeah. Ask Shiro if we still have the bag of marshmallows left," I asked Scott.

"Okay," Scott grinned.

"We haven't done this in a while," Dave grinned.

"Be fun to again," Taran agreed.

"I just thought it would be nice to," I said. It didn't take long to get the fire going. The guys wisely had put shorts on. I'd had the misfortune to suffer spark on dick once before. Not fun I can garantee you.

"David?" Taran nudged me.

"What?" I snapped to.

"I was kinda wondering if you would tell us how you and Shiro met," Taran said. "Could you tell us?"

I looked at Shiro. He nodded his approval.

"You first," I nodded to Shiro. He stared into the fire for a few moments.

"I lost my parents a year prior to meeting David. The child welfare people took me in, and the lady I was assigned to seemed nice at first. I was so out of it, I failed to see trouble that was heading my way. If I had, I would have gotten away. Before I knew it, I was living with this nasty guy who had a few other kids living there. He treated us all really rotten. He forced us to make his drugs and transport it to his clients. He liked to… force himself on us from time to time. I was a victim a few times. It got to the point where I thought I'd never get away. That's when I met David. He was on some kind of secret mission for the Navy. He got into the house where me and the other kids were living. We couldn't escape because the dude trapped us inside. David found a way through all of them and broke us out of there. He helped the cops put him away," Shiro said.

"Man that sucks," Sammo said.

"But you're here now, in a better place, with someone who loves you and that's important," Clint said.

"Don't I know it. Got two people who love me, and that means everything to me," Shiro grinned, smiling at Sammo and me. That made me feel good. I had tried to make a difference in every boy's life that I ever met. There were times I had succeeded, other times I failed. But I never gave up.

"Never really told me how you found me in there Dad," Shiro said.

"You know, I never did. Well, let me refill my glass and I'll tell you," I said. After topping the glass with ice and sake, I sat down again and stared into the fire.

"It was about a month after I settled here. The house was a mess and I was living in a tent and off the land. The seal teams somehow managed to track me down and approached me one day. I told them I was out. They used a letter signed by the President to recall me. They can do that, too. The situation was that weapons were disappearing from weapons storage and surfacing on Denver streets in the hands of the local gangs. There's quite a few less now, they chose to piss me off. I began to investigate. Hell, I was perfect for it, I looked like an outlaw then. I mixed in real well, making good progress. I had heard that there would be a bunch of guns to be sold through this house in the worst end of town. I went to investigate, and found myself in serious shit. The intel I got was half right. They had forgotten to mention the twenty hard cases protecting the place. They fell so easy. I got into the house. What I saw revolted me big time. There was trash everywhere. Rats the size of army boots were running everywhere. I took the house down so quiet, the next door neighbors didn't hear nothing. I dragged them out into the boondocks and… asked them a few questions," I said. Hey, this was a battle situation, and I had been given carte blanche to deal with the situation. I did what I had to do, and that's the end of it. Lot less drugs and guns on the street now.

"I got the information I needed, then went right down there. The address I had been given was for property much bigger than mine. Presented a challenge, but anyone who knows me knows I love a challenge. The more dangerous, the better. I got all the way in. Every room I looked into, there were either drugs or guns piled high to the ceiling. They were all stolen from the military bases. I bumped into something, and acting quick, I threw it to the floor and shoved my MP-5 into it. Turned out to be a boy," I said, nodding to Shiro.

"Shiro," Sammo nodded.

"Shiro. He was really scared. He thought I was going to kill him. He helped me get all the kids out of the house, then I took down all the bad guys. After the cops left with the bad guys, I took Shiro and the kids to the hospital and left them there. I had a very big target to go after. The Lieutenant who got me thrown out of the Navy. I took him down and the others who were in it with him. The cops got me on the way home. They told me that Shiro had run away from the hospital. I managed to find him, and brought him here. Well, I guess he liked what he found here because he's been here ever since and even became my son," I finished. They all nodded. We sat there for a bit, each lost in our thoughts.

"I met David when I was having trouble with an obsessed fan. Haven't regretted it since," Taran said.

Scott nodded. "We met David when we needed protection and our bodyguard we had hired took off on us. Sure glad we did. We consider him a true friend."

"What happened in California?" Taran asked.

"Had a case that went bad. The tango that was chasing the client was just real good. Not only did he get through the house security, he caught me with my pants down and shot me four times. The client was so scared, he jumped out a window and disappeared. He was never seen again. This guy and I tore up the house with everything we could get our hands on. The guy finally blew the place when he got his hands on a five pound block of c-4. I dived into the pool just in the nick of time. The house literally flew everywhere. There was almost nothing left. I caught up with him four days later in Mexico and… evened things. One less terrorist in this world," I said. Shiro and the guys swallowed hard. I took a big swallow of sake.

"Nothing was the same after that, so I elected to move out here and start again. I've had a few quiet jobs for the Navy, and that helped to pay for the place. I have the best security devices money can buy installed around here. I've really started training again, determined never to let something like that happen again. This place means something to me. Even more with Shiro living here as my son. I'm glad to share this place with all of you, our good friends," I said. Clint stood up. "A toast." We all stood up, holding out our glasses.

"To the many good times, to happiness, and the love that comes from this place. May it last forever," Clint saluted, and we all clinked our glasses together.

"Thanks Clint," I said, getting choked up and hugging him. Shiro did the same as I watched. I noted the time.

"Getting late, and I'm going to turn in. Don't stay up too late," I warned.

"Good night," they all chorused as I walked up the stairs into the house. I felt good about what had been said. I guess I finally had achieved closure over that. That had destroyed me mentally for a long time. Coming here and starting this place, finding Shiro had been good for me. I paused by a window, watching the boys sitting there for a bit.

"Kids," I grinned.

Shiro sat there for a bit, holding Sammo's hand and staring into the fire. He had felt so much better now that he had gotten it all off his chest. He looked up into Sammo's eyes.

"Want to lover?" Sammo whispered.

Shiro grinned. "Sure."

The boys gently kissed, each feeling lips on the other's. Taran looked at Dave. They both started to kiss. Clint leaned back in his chair and started stroking himself. Scott and Bob started touching and caressing each other. The air was heavy with sexual tension. They could feel it, and they let it take over their senses. The feelings felt so good to them. Clint turned his attention to Shiro and Sammo. He watched them 69 each other, the cocks sliding in and out of mouths. He shivered from the good feelings his cock was giving him. He looked at Taran and Dave. They were lying on the blanket next to the fire, bodies entwined with each other. Bob was on his knees now, Scott's tongue working on his asshole. Bob whining with the passion he was feeling. Clint turned in time to see Shiro and Sammo breaking apart. Sammo got on his knees in front of the Asian youth, positioning his ass for Shiro to take. Clint stopped masturbating, reached for the ky, and went over to them.

"Here. Let me," he whispered to Shiro and Sammo. He opened the tube and put a bit on the tip of Shiro's cock, then a bit more on his finger. One hand wrapped it's self around Shiro's very hard cock, and the other one started working Sammo's rose. Clint worked both boys, getting them ready. When he judged the time was right, he backed off. Shiro placed himself at Sammo's rose, and gently pushed his six inches [15 cm] into his lover. Sammo sighed loudly as he felt Shiro's cock sink into him. He shivered with anticipation at the fucking he knew he was going to get.

"Oh baby," he whispered. "Make love to me." Shiro did, sinking himself all the way in, then pulling out. He began fucking Sammo, his cock moving in and out of his lover. Clint resumed stroking himself, trying to match stroke for stroke. It must have affected the other guys, because the ky got passed around. Taran slipped into Dave. Scott got into Bob. Clint kept stroking himself, wondering who was going to cum first. He watched Shiro's head come back, the boy's eyes closed. He suddenly shivered.

"Cumming… I'm cumming!" he yelled, shoving harder into Sammo. That was the breaking point for Clint. He began shooting his load everywhere onto the guys as they started cumming into their partners. Clint felt so good in that moment. He loved this feeling, the feeling one gets when he cums, feelings of relief and satisfaction. He sighed, relaxing as he watched Shiro and Sammo break apart first. Those two rolled into each other's arms and watched the other four boys getting off. Taran and Dave were the next to cum, Taran into Dave, and Dave into his hand. Both boys collapsed after getting off. They had big smiles on their faces. Scott simply grabbed his brother Bob around the waist and pulled him in very close, let his head back, and groaned. Bob's cock shot off by it's self, making Bob sigh. They lay down on the blankets for a bit, Scott still connected to Bob. Scott's cock worked it's way out of his brother's ass and popped out, glistening with boy juice. Scott rolled onto his back, sighing. Bob leaned over him and kissed him very passionately.

"That puts a whole new meaning on brotherly love," Shiro thought to himself, watching them. He sighed and snuggled down into Sammo's big arms. He felt safe here, just like he had felt safe in my arms. He really loves me, I know that. He doesn't have to prove that to me at all. I watched them get up and walk into the house. Turning from the window where I had been standing at, I turned to see Sammo standing there. I started to say something, but Sammo silenced me with a finger to my lips. He got on his knees and took my seven inches [18 cm] in his hand and guided it to his mouth. I felt his warm wet mouth start to suck me off. I was barely conscious of the other guys walking into the room and watching this. I had to lie down, my shaking knees wasn't gonna support me at all. Sammo attacked my cock again once I was on the floor. Through slitted eyes, I watched the boys starting to stroke themselves off. Sammo's mouth was so good! This boy could suck! I was so close, wanting to get off now. Then I was, firing my cum into the willing boy's mouth. I felt something hitting me from different angles, and I realized the boys were shooting their cum on me! I was getting a boy cum bath! That was a first. After I finished cumming, Sammo backed off. I felt so light headed.

"Dad?" I heard from far away.

"Yes son?" I heard myself say.

"You okay?" the voice said again.

"Oh yeah. I'll be fine," I smiled, then went to sleep.

I woke the next morning. I sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. God, what a dream I had last night! I slowly got up, feeling really worn out. Well, a good workout would take care of that. I pulled on shorts and my cross trainers (I call them trainers instead of sneakers) and went down stairs. I found all the boys together on the sleeping mats. Shiro spooned inside Sammo, Bob into Scott, Taran into Dave. The odd man out was Clint. He sat up, looking at me. I grinned as he got up, then stretched out his naked body. He picked up his shorts and shoes and walked over to me. Setting them on the table, he put his arms around me and gave me a very passionate kiss.

"Thanks Clint," I whispered, kissing him back. He pulled his shorts on, then his shoes on. He followed me out to the porch where I did my stretches with his help, then helped him with his. He managed to keep up with me as we ran the four mile [6½ km] distance. When we got back to the weight pile, he sat down and rested a bit. I turned and started my routine, working the weights. He joined me once he had recovered from the run.

"I try to run every day. When I do, I do about three miles [5 km]. Today was the first I did four miles [6½ km]," he panted, working a bicep curl.

"Should have said something," I said. "I don't want to push you more than what you're capable of doing. Don't want you to get hurt."

"That's what my Dad says," Clint said. "I want to build up my endurance for those shows we do. They tend to take a lot out of us. Bob works out, too. He wanted to ask you what he could do to develop his forearms and hands better."

"I'll think about that one for a bit," I said. We continued our workout until everything was done. I slowed up just a bit for Clint, not wanting him to push himself.

I led him down to the lake and at the dock's edge, I pulled his shorts off him, then pulled mine off. We dived in and started swimming for the floating platform. The cold water felt good and invigorating. Getting to the platform, I got out of the water, then helped Clint out. I held Clint close to me. He looked into my eyes, and I felt the passion rise inside of me. We kissed, out lips making contact. I shifted his naked body on mine so we could be more comfortable. I started pleasuring him, touching him every where. Clint's young body responded to my ministrations, coming alive with sexual feelings. Nothing gives me greater joy than pleasuring a boy, making him feel good, making him feel wanted, loved, and cared for. He started tickling my nipples, making me feel good. I sighed, shivering with the feelings that I was feeling.

This was so good. I wish I could keep them all here with me. Life would be so much more fun. I let my fingers drift down to his personal jewelry. I could feel the soft skin on his balls, feel the hardness of his erect cock. Made me feel so good. I gently pried him off me and laid him on the platform, then started kissing his body. Clint shivered and closed his eyes. I spent some time at his nipples, feeling the erect nubs against my tongue. He whined, his body shaking with the pleasure he was feeling. I moved down his fine torso and teased his navel for a bit, then moved down to his cock. I ran my tongue around the base, making him jump. I wasn't ready for his cock, so I started licking and sucking on his balls. Clint groaned loudly in pleasure. I thought the boy was going to get off right then. I moved my tongue down to the bit of skin between balls and rose. That drove him even more nuts. I licked at his rose, tasting a bit of dried cum from last night. One of the guys must have done him last night. Clint writhed and moaned as I continued rimming him. He was a joy to please. I came back to his cock and let it go into my mouth and I slowly slid it all the way in, sucking on it. Clint shivered a bit, groaning again.

"Yeah… suck it… David… so good," the boy moaned. I went up and down on it a few times, wanting to pleasure him. I stopped and came off it. Clint looked at me with a mad glint in his eyes. I rolled onto my back and he quickly got up between my legs, and shoved his cock in. This boy was burning hot. He began fucking me like a crazy man, wanting his relief.

"David… gonna cum now… cumming!" he yelled, shoving his cock up into me hard. I felt his cock jerking inside me, then I could feel his cum travel through his cock and into me. God, that felt so good! I held the panting sweaty boy in my arms as he rested on me from his exertions.

"Feel better?" I asked him.

"Yes," he whispered. A moment later, his soft slow breathing told me he was sleeping.

Looking up at the sun, I judged we could lay here safely for about an hour before we came into direct sunlight. I sighed, and settled him better onto me. I watched the birds in the trees and listened to the wildlife around me. This had to be paradise, compared to some of the places I had been in for the seal teams. I thought about the boys I had met during my missions, and hoped they were well. If there was a chance to go back and see them one more time, I'd do it. But for now, I was here in this place of my choosing, surrounded by boys I loved. Life couldn't get any better than this.

A splashing sound brought me out of my thoughts. A moment later, Sammo peeked over the edge of the platform, followed by the rest of the guys. I motioned to be quiet. Bob grinned. He knew why, seeing the smile on Clint's face. Shiro was approaching the platform, towing a raft. Very carefully, we moved Clint onto it and I towed him back to shore. I carried him up to the porch of the house and laid him down on blankets. I could hear the guys jumping into the water, their shouts and laughter carried up to the house. I went inside for my shower. Coming back out, I noticed that Clint wasn't there. I picked up the binoculars and scanned the lake. He was there with the guys, swimming and diving off the platform. He sure made it look so easy. I sat in my chair with some coffee and watched the fun continue.

Three hours later, the guys came back up to the house. I had set towels out on the porch for them. They got dried off before coming into the house.

"Glad you guys came back. We need to sit down and plan the day here. It's about eleven now. What time do you guys need to be at the hall for sound checks?" I asked. Scott got up from the table and got his planner. "It says about four, David. We do need to sit down and plan our playlist for the evening, though. I've got a rough draft laid out."

"Sounds good to me. I'll leave you guys alone to work it out. We'll leave about three," I said. Shiro and Sammo went upstairs to his room, I went to my office and flipped on my computer and persued my favorite web sites, answered some e-mail from friends and seal buddies (somehow someone got that particular Admiral to rescind the memo forbidding contact with me. It's nice to talk to friends in the 'business'), and added a few more boy stories to my personal collection. I looked up at the time. I had been sitting here for nearly two hours. I shut down the computer and went into the living room. The guys weren't in there. I checked the kitchen next. They were sitting there at the table, eating. Sandwich makings were scattered across the counter.

"Should have known you guys were in here," I grinned.

"Hey, we're growing boys," Taran said around his sandwich.

"That's true," I laughed. I joined them at the table with a sandwich of my own. I looked at a map of the area we were going to, planning the main route, and two alternatives. I would have liked to have gone there before hand, and really scout out the area. But this all had been last moment stuff, The Muphitts agent popping this on them at the last moment. Their Dad had been royally pissed, but it had been a done deal. I wasn't too pleased about it, either.

"Dad, we're all going to use the showers and get cleaned up for tonight," Shiro said, breaking into my thoughts as they rose from the table.

"Okay, don't take too long," I said. I cleaned up the kitchen and then went out to the car and went over it for the trip to the hall. I was starting to have funny feelings about this whole business. I was glad that Shiro and Sammo was coming along. I would have liked to have at least two more guys to help. I sighed and brought out the car to the front of the house. I made a phone call to the Crystal Springs police station for information on the area I was going into. The info I got didn't make me feel any better. I made a decision to carry some 'special supplies' for insurance. We left once the house was secured and the guys were on board.

"Listen up, guys. I got really bad feelings about this, and we are going to play this extremely careful. The slightest sign of trouble, we gone. Sammo, you really haven't trained with me and Shiro, so you gotta do exactly what we say, no questions asked. You drive?" I asked.

"Learner's permit," he replied, showing it to me.

"Good. You're the ace in the hole," I said. "Guys, just be ready for anything." I got nods all around. Good. Now I felt a bit better. Once this whole thing was over, the guys back in safety, I'd feel even more better. Traffic was heavy going in, and we got there just a bit late. I rolled the limo in through the back gates of the hall. This area really looked run down. My bad feeling increased even more. There was very little security there, and I nearly called the deal off right then and there. The guys went and did their sound check, while Sammo, Shiro, and I walked around the hall. I planted two surprises very discretely. If nothing happened here, I'd retrieve them, no big deal. Six rolled around, and I got a peek at the crowd outside. Some of the people there made me a bit nervous. The doors opened fifteen minutes later, and the people came in. I observed a bit of beer drinking and smelled what seemed to me like pot. My heart did flip flops.

"Sammo," I spoke into my lip mike.

"Here," he replied instantly.

"Limo. Be ready for a fast exit. We gonna have trouble, I know it," I said.

"Roger that. I be watching some of these folks, they look like they be packing boss," he said. Oh shit. That I didn't need. Too late now to stop things. The show started right at six thirty as planned. The first forty-five minutes went smooth. The people were grooving to the music, enjoying it. I was beginning to think things were gonna be okay, until Mr. Murphy fucked things up. A couple of homeboys started getting nasty, shouting comments at the guys. I gotta give the guys credit, they kept on going. Then the beer bottles started flying. Bob nearly got hit by one. People yelled at the dudes. The homeboys responded by pulling guns.

"Everybody out!" I yelled into my lip mike, pulling my MP-5. "Limo, engine now, stand by for exfil!" I triggered the ied (Improvised Explosive Device) that I had planted. Smoke immediately covered the stage area from view. I was on the stage in seconds, the guys having dropped their stuff immediately. I followed them out the door to the limo. Sammo had the engine running and was waiting to go. Shiro covered us from the limo's sun roof. I slammed the door on Clint, he was the last one in. I ran around the passenger side and got in. Shiro came down as Sammo neatly applied pedal to metal. We were out the gate and down the road before people had a chance to really react. In the mirrors, I could see the cop cars sliding to a stop behind us. Sammo drove down the street, looking for the nearest freeway onramp. He found it, got on it, and went. This boy could drive, damn it. I started to wonder about him.

"My Uncle races cars for a living. He's the one that taught me to drive when I was young. Did I mention I race go carts in my spare time?" Sammo said. Laughter erupted from the back seat as the guys cracked up at my expression. I looked at Sammo.

"I'm gonna fanny whack you later," I said.

"With your six inches [15 cm]? Oh boy!" Sammo cracked. The guys laughed again as I groaned. The kid had a sense of humor as well.

"Home Sammo," I sighed.

We got back around eight, no further trouble following us. Once the limo was stashed back in the garage, I got on the phone and delivered my report. Then Mr. Muphitt initiated a conference call between himself, the agent, and myself. By the time I finished saying what I wanted to, using some of the most inventive four letter and curse words in the longest string without pausing for a breath, it was obvious to everyone I was pissed.

"It's not my fault," the guy whined.

"You're fired," Mr. Muphitt said. "End of subject." The guy hung up in a huff.

"You did a hell of a job, telling him off and protecting my boys. People said you were good. I have no doubts about that now. You're officially on retainer, David. Can I talk to my boys?" he said.

"Sure," I said, motioning to Scott. The guys filed into my study and I closed the door behind me. Going into the living room, I found Shiro and Sammo necking on the couch. I watched them for a moment.

"Sammo, you did good today. I'd like to make you an official member of Samurai, Inc. What do you say?" I asked.

"I accept. Gonna like the benefits," he grinned. I had to sigh on that one. Geez, are all kids this horny? Both Sammo and Shiro laughed at my expression. I grinned and left them alone together. I went into the kitchen and decided to throw together a quick something to eat. I pulled some frozen microwave pastry pockets out and left them on the counter. Sammo must have good hearing, because he came into the kitchen, followed by Shiro and the others.

"Whatcha got?" he asked earnestly.

I thought for a moment, then dropped my jeans, grabbed my very erect cock. "How about this?"

Sammo dropped to his knees and immediately sucked my cock into his mouth. I hissed, the boy's mouth felt so good on my cock. I slid down the refrigerator and sat on the floor. Shiro pulled my jeans off while the guys got my shirt off. Then they stripped Sammo down, then themselves. Before I knew it, an orgy was underway. Sammo deliberately sucked my cock slow, making me crazy. Suddenly I felt cold, then realized I had moved to the side and opened the refrigerator. I spotted the chocolate syrup and whipped cream. I grabbed them and shoved Sammo off.

"Special dessert," I gasped. I smeared some of the chocolate onto my cock, them covered it with the whipped cream. Shiro's eyes bugged out.

"Mine!" he yelled, diving onto my cock. Someone grabbed the containers out of my hands, but I was too far gone to care. Shiro was driving me nuts. He and Sammo began competing for my cock, each wanting to be the first to shoot me off. I was in heaven. I could hear sounds of pleasure and passion around me. I felt a cock slip inside me. I couldn't see who it was, but it sure felt super good. A cock tip tapped my lips and I opened up and let it in. Oh, yum. Chocolate covered dick. My favorite pleasure. I began sucking it down. I was getting so close to blowing my own load. Then I was, blowing my load over Sammo and Shiro's faces. Once they sucked my cock dry, they started licking my load off each other's faces. No I was able to see that it was Scott that was fucking me, with Clint inside his back door. Scott was really getting off.

"Ah… ah… ah… YES!" he yelled, finally shooting his load inside me. Clint came almost at the same time, voicing his own pleasure. The cock in my mouth suddenly unloaded, the smooth sweet boy cream sliding down my throat. It tasted nice, I liked it. The cock backed off, and it was Bob who had unloaded into my mouth. Dave was working his cock inside Bob, and he suddenly shivered and yelped. He shoved his cock hard into his brother's ass a few times more, then slid down to the floor off Bob's back, having gotten his orgasm. I lay there, basking in the sex afterglow.

"Enjoy your ride?" A voice asked.

"Fuck yes. If this is Disneyland, I sure as hell don't wanna leave," I whispered. The boys all laughed. They helped me off the floor and up to my shower. Sammo held me in place while teenage hands soaped me up and cleaned me off. They took me back downstairs ant to their sleeping mats. I lay there and relaxed while listening to the boys splashing around in the showers. I could hear the sounds of sex floating down to me. They were getting their rocks off again. I wish I could be that young and be able to recover that fast! They all came down afterwards, cleaned up the kitchen, then shut the lights off. The only light now was the fireplace. The boys put me into the middle, then staked up on each side of me. This was a nice way to go to bed.

I woke up the next morning. The house was quiet, and the boys were still sleeping. I stood over them and watched their sleeping faces. They looked so peaceful and happy. I went and got my digital camera and took a picture of them sleeping together. I smiled and went up to dress in shorts and trainers. I went off on my run, then went to my weight pile. I went through my usual workout, feeling real good. I sat on the dock letting the early morning sun dry me off. Shiro sat down next to me a moment later.

"Morning Dad," he said, leaning against me.

"Morning Son," I said, kissing him on the forehead. I scratched his back for a moment or two. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. He didn't have to say anything. I nodded yes, and he sat on my lap, facing me. He took hold of my hard cock and slipped it into him. I closed my eyes and sighed. Shiro put his arms around my neck and slowly rose and fell on my cock until I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Going to cum son, can't hold back. Take my love for you," I whispered into his ear. I felt my cock jerk twice before delivering my Daddy cum into son's ass. We held onto each other tight as I came into him. This moment was perfect. It was just us, nothing more. I opened my eyes and saw tears in his. We kissed, then relaxed. He remained on my lap until my cock left his cave. He stood up and held his hand out to me. We walked up to the house together, the home we had built together. The guys stood on the porch and watched us coming.

"Now there's a real father and son together," Sammo observed.

"Amen to that," Taran nodded.

"Breakfast is ready," Scott said.

"Cool, thanks guys. Lead the way," Shiro said.

I paused on the porch and looked around. I could not have asked for a better place to be in, and this place was perfect. I truly felt safe here. Nothing bad could touch me here now. Life was even more better with Shiro here as my son, and he was a good son to me. I enjoyed hosting his friends here, and we always had a good time (no sex, I wanted to protect my reputation in town). I liked it even more when the people I protected (the Muphitts, Taran, and Jake Llewellyn) came out. We really had fun here. Life had led me here, and I was glad of it. Life is good, and life goes on.

This is just a product of my over active imagination. I really don't know if the model for John Jackson is gay or not, I suspect he's a bit too young to understand just yet. He is a fine actor, and I hope he does some more movies in the future. Again, this is just a product of my imagination. Enjoy.

The early morning sun came through the curtains of my room as I stretched. I sat up and yawned. I heard noises downstairs and knew the guys were up already. I stood and pulled on my shorts, starting the daily routine. I saw the three boys in the kitchen as I passed through. John Jackson smiled at me as I passed through. The very cute eleven year old made me smile back. He had brown hair, brown eyes, slim build, and a nice personality. I wondered about the rest of him and hoped I'd get the chance to check him out soon. I went out into the yard and started my daily routine, running the three miles, working out on the weight pile, and then hitting the lake for a cool down swim. Coming back to the house an hour and a half later, I observed the four runner out and ready to go. I ran upstairs and quickly showered and dressed, slipping the holstered H&K 9mm pistol into my belt.

"Everything's ready to go," Sammo announced.

"Good. Everyone mount up then," I said as I grabbed an egg sandwich from the kitchen. Walking out to the car, I took a deep breath and grinned. It was going to be one of those nice days. The days were starting to get a bit longer and warmer. Summer was definitely coming, and I wondered what we were going to do when school let out for the summer. That was something I needed to think about.

"Ready?" I asked, getting in.

"Rock and roll!" John yelled. He was definitely getting into the spirit of things here. He was staying on our ranch because he was filming a cd-rom game based on the movie Lost In Space and doing very well with it. I had seen the movie on video with the guys, and we had liked it much. Now we had John Jackson as our guest here. So far everything had gone well in the two weeks he had been here. I wasn't about to let my guard down, though. I had one time, and it nearly cost me my life. Never happen again. Shiro reached for the stereo and turned it on. The sounds of ZZ Top came out of the speakers, and I started tapping my to in time. John and Sammo were playing air guitar in the back seat, getting into the tunes. It was going to be a fun day.

Once on the set, John was all business. He went about his role seriously, while I watched him and everything. I saw Shiro talking to the set makeup artist and knew he was getting more hints for things. Sammo was relaxing on a director's chair with a magazine, but I knew better. He was a big kid, but he could move lightning fast when he had to. He also was a cracker jack wrestler, having taught me and Shiro a bunch of good moves. It was how Shiro and Sammo met. Now they were lovers. It didn't bother me at all. I had hoped that Shiro, my adopted son, would find someone his age to be in love with. Shiro and I still had sex with each other from time to time, and we both enjoyed those times. When we had first timers at out place, we tended to be very discrete. So far that was the case here, but I had a feeling it would change soon. How, I don't know, but it would.

I turned to watch some of the crew working on setting up the cameras for the next few shots. I was fascinated by the camera rig that one guy was strapped into. I wondered how it was possible to do that and not be overloaded by the weight of the camera. The guy gave me a detailed description of the setup. It looked interesting. The things movie studios do these days. I turned back and watched John do his stuff. What he had to do was easy. All he had to do was go in any number of directions, and they filmed him walking around the set. The lines would be dubbed in later. We had been here for about a week and a half, the shooting schedule was running on time (the first I ever heard for any movie), and problems on the set were minor compared to what I've seen and experienced. That made me happy. The rest of the day went by quick, everything being routine. The catering service hired for the set naturally set up one hell of a buffet table. I wished we had more of these jobs; they literally cut down our food bill considerably. John finished his last shot of the day in mere moments. Now he had the weekend free and clear. I had asked him what he wanted to do this weekend earlier.

"Nothing in particular, except sleep in on Saturday and Sunday," he replied.

"No problem with that. We tend to do that on weekends. We seldom leave the ranch on weekends," I said.

"The off time huh?" John asked.

"Gotta get it every now and then, John. Otherwise life is no fun," I grinned.

"I hear that!" John laughed. Sammo walked up to me. "Shiro's gone to get the truck, he'll be here in a moment."

"Thanks," I nodded.

Back at the house, I settled down in my favorite recliner to read my new novel I had picked up days ago while Sammo and Shiro headed up stairs to shower. John went into the guest room he was occupying. The next time I looked at the clock, it was an hour and a half later. The house was just a bit too quiet. Something was up. I put my book down and walked up the stairs. I peeked into the guest room first. No John. Going alert, I looked in Shiro's room next. I was surprised to see John crouching at Shiro's bathroom door, his shorts down around his knees, and he was stroking his four inches [10 cm]. He was watching the guys in the shower. I must have made a noise, because he jumped and turned to face me. I could see the fear on his face. I motioned for him to come with me and he did, pulling his shorts up. He followed me into the living room.

"Found something interesting?" I asked him.

"Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, I'll never do that again!" he pleaded.

"I'm not mad at all. You were trying to satisfy your curiosity, and there's nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal," I said.

"It is?" John asked.

"Oh sure. You're not the only boy who has ever wanted to find out what other boys look like. Other boys have done that too," I said.

"Really?" John asked.

"Sure. John, could I see it?" I asked. He hesitated. "You gonna say it's too small."

"No I won't," I said. He thought about that for a moment, and then nodded. I got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. I opened his shorts and pulled them off along with his white briefs. Little John came to attention real quick. I smiled when I saw it.

"Why John, it's just the right size for you," I said.

"You think so?" he asked.

"Oh sure is!" I grinned. The smile on his face was very encouraging. I reached out and touched it. It never fails to amaze me how alive a boy's penis is. John's twitched with excited anticipation at being touched by an adult hand. I touched it carefully, starting to examine it intimately. John sighed, and I realized that I was turning him on. I pulled his shorts, briefs, shoes, and socks off him and had him stretch out on the couch. I began exploring the hard four incher [10 cm], trying my best to make John feel good. I must have been doing it right, because he got that smile on his face. I kept on jacking him off until his body trembled and shivered. I wondered if that was his first orgasm.

"WOW!" he said excitedly. "That was the best ever!"

"Oh, you've done this before?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"With myself, but never with someone else doing it to me," John said.

"Well, there can be many more times if you wish," I said.

"Promise never to tell anyone about this?" John said.

"We all swear never to tell anyone, John. What goes on here is our business and nobody else's. You got our word on that," Shiro said.

John looked up. "Thanks. Somehow I don't think other people would understand. I've heard the stories on the news." I nodded, knowing he was right. He wasn't the only one who had asked us that. I intended to keep his promise.

"You must have liked what Dad was doing. You should have seen your face. Had the biggest smile on it man," Shiro grinned.

"Felt better than it usually did. Never knew that someone else's hand on it could feel that great," John grinned.

"Did you like what you saw in our shower?" Sammo asked.

John's face turned a bit red. "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. A little curiosity never hurts. I think everyone looks at everyone else in the showers at some time in their lives," Sammo said. "Besides, you're young, and starting to mature." John grinned, starting to relax.

As the boys moved away from the couch, I noticed they weren't wearing anything.

"Heading off to bed?" I asked.

"Sure, after we get a snack from the kitchen," Sammo laughed.

"Well, make sure you leave the refrigerator intact!" I yelled after them as John laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Shiro yelled back. I sighed. They were great guys, but their eating habits were not a pretty sight. I once left them home for a week while going on a protection job and came home to find pizza boxes everywhere, kitchen a shambles, refrigerator completely empty, and not a can left in the pantry. They had kitchen duty for two weeks, and spent a week's salary replacing everything they ate. Kids. I turned back to John.

"Now where were we?" I grinned. He put his hand on mine and guided it back to his rapidly rising cock.

"Right here," he grinned.

The clock on my bedroom wall struck ten thirty. I looked at a sleeping John. The boy had a satisfied smile on his face. He'd just had his first lesson in pleasure. Sure enjoyed it, too. I slipped out of bed and went over to the little refrigerator I kept in the corner and took out a cold bottle of sake and poured myself a drink, then sat down in the recliner in another corner and watched John sleep.

I had carried the boy upstairs and into my bedroom, stopping long enough to close the door with my foot. I laid him down on my bed face up and then lay down next to him. I started by kissing him on the mouth. He wasn't sure what to make of that, so I told him about kissing, and taught him how. He sure caught on quick. Then I taught him French kissing. He liked that even more. I brought his entire body alive by the way I was touching him. I wondered what he was feeling right then. His eyes were closed, he was moaning softly. There was no doubt in my mind he was in another world. I nuzzled his neck, causing him to squirm underneath me. The boy was so aroused by now. I moved down his smooth skin, kissing and licking as I went. I could smell the fresh scent of soap on his body, it was so intoxicating. I moved my thumbs against his little nipples, nipples hard and erect. He shivered again. Then I licked the right one, and gently sucked on it. He pushed his chest up against my face, moaning loudly. I kept it up, giving him more and more pleasure. I moved over to the left one after finishing the right one, my fingers replacing my mouth there. I pleasured that nipple like I had pleasured the other one. I heard his gasps of pleasure. Made me feel good to know that he was enjoying this as much as I was. My other hand was busy exploring his body, finding his erogenous zones and caressing them. He certainly had to be at sensory overload by now. I moved down again, my mouth taking a southward journey to his little head. I sniffed at his navel, once hearing that a boy could smell good there, so I had to try it. There was a bit of muskiness there, certainly intoxicating to me. I resolved to try that with the others that I was intimate with. My left hand discovered his erect four inches [10 cm]. It was hard, harder than the first time I had touched it. John certainly was hot; I'll say that for sure. I avoided his cock for now, choosing instead to orally pleasure his balls and young tender rose. I debated whether or not to fuck him, and then thought better of it. He wasn't really ready for that. So I sucked and licked at his balls, pleasuring them. He wrapped his legs around my head and shivered. I eased up, and he let go of my head. I went slow and steady once he relaxed. He tasted so fine there. I moved my tongue down to his rose and licked the surface of it, making him cry out. I poked at it with my tongue at it a few times, getting it in each time. Finally I managed to get some of my tongue inside the boy's rose. John nearly jumped off the bed as I started wiggling my tongue inside his rose. I did that for a few minutes, and then backed off. My hard target was in sight now. I ran my tongue up his shaft real slow, making him whine. I licked at the head, swirling my tongue around it a few times, then took it into my mouth and began sucking his young cock. His young cock went into a human mouth for the first time, and John damn nearly lost it. The boy stiffened right up. I ran my hands up and down his smooth torso, trying to get him to relax. He sighed once I stopped sucking, and held his cock in my mouth. Once I got him relaxed, I began sucking him off again. It was a pleasure for me to introduce him to the joys of oral sex, and it seemed to me that he was clearly enjoying it. I kept going, trying to make his first time enjoyable. I truly love giving boys their first time at sexual pleasures, and all the boys I know loved it. John was squeaking, moaning, groaning, and just plain going nuts. He writhed about on the bed as I gave him super head. Then he was getting vocal.

Oh… man… yeah… don't… stop!" he whined. Then he bucked his hips against my face, going spastic. I tasted a bit of something coming out of his cock. I kept at it for another moment or two, and then backed off for a moment to see cum coming out of his cock. It dripped onto his stomach, then I took it back into my mouth and sucked it some more, driving him even more nuts. He stopped cumming a moment later. I let go of his penis and lay down next to him. He sighed, and snuggled up to me.

"Is that wet stuff on my stomach from my cock?" he asked in a funny way.

"Yes, it is. Is it your first?" I asked, scraping it off his stomach with a finger.

"Yeah, it sure is!" he said proudly.

"Here, taste it. Tradition is that when a boy cums for the first time, he has to taste it," I said, offering my finger to him. His mouth accepts my finger, and he licked it clean. I could see his tongue moving around in his mouth as he samples his come.

"Tastes a little funny," he observed.

"That's not unusual," I said, smiling. John didn't reply, he had gone to dreamland. I sighed, and tucked him to bed next to me. He rolled over and snuggled up closer to me. The clock chiming the hour brings me back to reality. I sigh and finish my drink and slide back into bed with him. Tomorrow is another day.

I woke the next morning and turn over. John isn't there. I get up quick, and then I hear sounds coming from the room across the hall. I poke my head into Shiro's room and see him sitting up in bed. There is something bobbing up and down in the center of it, where Shiro's crotch would be. I see a pair of slim legs sticking out from the bottom of the bed, where the sheets and blankets had been pulled away. Sammo is sitting there with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

"Horny little stud, ain't he?" he laughs.

"Man, can he blow my hose!" Shiro gasps. I had to laugh, the line was so funny. Sammo finally moves, pulling the covers back from the bed to reveal John sucking on Shiro's seven incher [18 cm]. Sammo gets behind John and gently pries his buttcheeks apart, then gets his face in there and starts licking and sucking the boy's rose. I shrug my shoulders and got on Shiro's bed and slide myself under John and take his hard cock into my mouth and start sucking him off again. He reacts to that by sucking Shiro off harder and faster.

"Oh Johnnie! Can't hold it… got to cum… here I go!" Shiro wailed, then literally lifted John off me with his pelvic thrusts. John to his credit stayed on Shiro's cock, sucking it dry while I sucked his own cock dry, while Sammo tongue fucked his ass. We all collapsed once we had our respective orgasms. John sighed happily.

"That was fun. Can we try something else?" he asked perkily. The three of us stare at John. He starts to back off.

"Hey, was it something I said?" he asked. I attack first, grabbing him and dumping him in the center of the bed. Shiro, Sammo, and I start to tickle attack him, listening to him laugh hysterically. We give him a few moments of that, then stop and relax. The four of us relax on the bed together. John's hand starts to creep around me before he discovers my tube steak. I look at him.

"Sammo's right. You are a horny little stud."

Hours later, I'm sitting on the porch watching a nude John strutting around the lakeside like a proud peacock. An image of John wearing peacock feathers came to mind and I had to laugh. It's amazing how a person can change when they are exposed to something for the first time. I get the feeling that John will be a regular visitor here at the ranch. Sure hope so. I'd love to see him get it on with some of the other boys that have come through here. I'm sure he would develop new friendships. It would be nice to see the entire young celebrities band together and form their own little entertainer's Guild. I'm sure it would change things in the entertainment industry for sure. Interesting thought.

I go back to my reading for another few minutes, and then look up again, wondering why it was so quiet. I see Sammo sitting on the dock, John's head in his crotch, Shiro's face in the boy's ass. I smile at the sight. It's so nice to watch boys sharing simple pleasures with each other. I know that there is no jealousy between Shiro and Sammo, having heard them discuss things before hand. I am not worried about Shiro thinking that he would take a back seat with me at all, he knows all he has to do is ask me, and I wouldn't hesitate to pleasure him. He knows I love him very much. I hear Sammo cry out, knowing he had just cum. The three of them snuggle up together in the shade for a bit.

I stand and stretch out for a bit. I go over to my weight pile and work out again, feeling the need to do so. I look up again, and see that they have fallen asleep. An idea comes to mind, so I stripped off my shorts and quietly run down the dock and cannonball into the water. They are scrambling as I come up to the surface.

"Expect revenge!" John stated, standing there dripping wet. I laughed. "Gotta be quick to get me!"

"Oh, don't worry about that!" John grinned evilly. I laughed again as I swam back to the dock. Sammo and Shiro immediately dove into the water, having and idea of what I was about to do. Couldn't do it with John, he was a bit short. John sat on the dock watching me pull myself back up. I sat down next to him and patted him on the back.

"You're an alright guy, John. You're welcome here anytime," I said. He smiled at me as he stretched out on his stomach in front of me. Giggling with delight, he takes my soft wet cock into his mouth and starts sucking on it. I can't help but sigh; his mouth feels so good on my tube steak. It reacts, coming to life quickly. Shiro and Sammo come up on the dock and sit together in the bit of sun left and watch a very horny John sucking me off. There's no doubt he's caught on quick, he's doing me so good. I close my eyes and shiver with excitement, my body starting to react to the pleasure. I lie back, putting my head into Shiro's lap. I feel my son's fingers run through my short hair in an erotic fashion. I feel my balls start to tingle with that familiar feeling, and I know it's now a matter of moments before I unload into John's mouth and down his throat. This kid can really deep throat my cock; he's doing one hell of a job on me. I moan out loud, getting to my breaking point.

"John… Getting too close," I hiss, feeling my hips buck up and against his face. He sucks harder, giving me even more pleasure. He reaches down and tickles my balls, and it's too much for me. I explode, my cum shooting into his mouth and down his throat. I shiver and sigh as I come down from the high. John lets go of my cock and smiles up at me.

"How was that?" he asked. I grinned at him.

"Oh, that good?" he laughs.

"Yup. You got the hang of it for sure," I smile. He snuggles up close to me and the four of us relax in the tiny bit of sun that's left on the dock. I'm thinking of taking the boat out tomorrow and take the guys water skiing. Be fun, haven't done that in a long while. Besides, it's getting warm enough to do, and I'm starting to run out of ideas to keep everybody entertained. I'm sure I'll think of something for next weekend. I looked at my watch, and it's an hour later. I look at the guys; they're snuggled up together on the dock. I cover them with a blanket, the shade has finally covered the entire dock and there is a slight chill starting. I walked up to the house and start the barbeque and fix dinner. I grin as I walked back down to the dock with the hand held air horn. This was going to be fun. They literally jump four feet off the dock as I hit the horn's button. I turn and run as fast as I can, John leading the charge after me. John finally gets the drop on me just as I hit the porch, grabbing me by the waist. I try to keep going, but his weight slows me down.

"Gotcha!" he cried in triumph. The other guys pile on and I go down. Shiro holds my legs down while Sammo holds my arms. They grin at me evilly.

"Go ahead, John! Tickle him, that will be his punishment!" Sammo cheered him on. John grinned and started to tickle me. I laughed as I felt the boy's hands all over me. Felt real good too. John stopped moments later, and I sighed in relief.

"Dinner's on the table," I said. Seconds later, I was lying alone on the porch.

After dinner, we sat around the big screen and watched a movie. I felt relaxed and contented. This had to be the life. Shiro and Sammo were on the floor lying on oversized pillows with John between them. He sure looked happy to be there. He was a really nice kid. I smiled, thinking of all the other guys that hat been through here. The movie ended. Naturally the good guy won and got his girl, too

Sammo stood up and lifted a sleeping John in his arms. John seemed small in the boy's big arms. Shiro whispered into my ear that they were taking John up to their room tonight. I nodded my agreement. They went upstairs to bed while I locked the house up for the night. I stopped by their room and peeked in. John had turned over onto his side and curled up next to Shiro. Both boys had placed him in the middle and snuggled up to him. I watched Shiro and Sammo kiss good night, and then lie down.

I went into my own room and got into bed. My mind slowly wandered and I thought of the other Seal guys I had known, and the boys I had encountered in other countries. I wondered if I would ever see them again. I hoped so. They all were good friends, and I missed them all. I hoped life was being god to them. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of old friends and places. I must have been having an erotic dream, because I felt aroused towards morning. In my dream, I could see a boy sucking on my penis, and doing a hell of a good job. I could feel my body react to the pleasure. I could hear myself moan and groan, it was so good. I slowly came up to reality. Then I realized it wasn't a dream. Someone really was sucking me off. I looked down at the sheet that covered me and saw it moving up and down where my crotch was. Looking up, I saw Shiro and Sammo rolling on the floor, laughing at my reaction. I swept the sheet off me to find John working on it.

"Hello!" John giggled, looking at me. "Gotta finish this." His mouth attacked my cock again as he sucked it deep into his mouth. I lay back and groaned as my body shivered in ecstasy. I grabbed handfuls of bed sheet, the pleasure was so great. John was doing one hell of a great job. I was on the edge of cumming.

"John… gonna cum… oh man!" I groaned as I did cum. I could feel my sperm shoot out of my cock and into John's willing mouth. The boy sucked me deeper and harder as I ejaculated. I collapsed once I had given up all I had to give up. I sighed as the boy slid up the bed until he was resting next to me. I turned to him and kissed him.

"Thanks, John. That was way good," I sighed. I don't remember going back to sleep, but I guess I did. The next time I woke up, the clock announced the time as being 10:05. The sheet was over me again and I became aware of a warm body next to me. I peeled the sheet back a bit and found John curled up next to me on his right side, spooned into me. I tenderly touched him, moving my fingers over his body, feeling his soft skin. This was a really nice kid, and I hoped that life would treat him well and give him everything he wants. He woke up then, and turned over to look up at me. I smiled down at him. I began touching him again, starting to make love to him.

The Monday morning that John was to leave us came too soon. I didn't want it to happen and neither did John. The filming was done, and all that remained now was the in studio work. I sat in the tub and watched the sun come up, the light moving across the mountains and into the bathroom. This was one of my favorite places to be. A lot of things come to my mind when I'm in here (especially when I'm soaping up my nuts). I heard a noise and looked up. John was walking into the bathroom.

"Morning," he said.

"Same to you," I replied.

"Wish I didn't have to go home," he sighed. "I was really enjoying myself here."

"I know. But know this, the welcome mat is out for you anytime you choose to come out here," I said. He smiled. "Thanks. That's an offer I can't refuse!" He looked at me for a moment and I motioned him to join me in the tub. He stepped in and sat down, sighing as the hot water enveloped his body.

"Feels good," he sighed. We sat there for a bit, watching more of the sunrise above the distant hills. He had his eyes closed for a moment and then reopened them.

"You know, a person could get lost in this place and never leave it after he's stayed here for a time. It's gotten deep into my soul and spirit," John stated. He was right. It was the main reason why I bought this place and rebuilt the house to my own specs, and then added everything else in my own time. This was my own private piece of heaven. I reached over the side of the tub and picked up the can of shave cream. John took it from me and shook it up. I told him what to do as he shaved my face. For a beginner, he did a great job. He was sitting on my crotch, my cock tucked in between his ass cheeks. John smiled at me and then rose up on his knees. He took hold of it and slowly began to sit down on it. I could feel the head of my cock slowly open him up.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes," he sighed as he pushed himself down on my cock. I sat very still, letting John do all the work. When it comes to a boy's first time, I believe that the boy should do all the work while the other man or boy lies flat on his back on the bed. The boy who is getting the cock up his ass knows just how to handle it in his own time, in his own way. John was doing okay, pushing down slow, stopping every few minutes to let himself get used to it. Finally he was sitting completely on my hips.

"Are you okay John?" I asked.

"Yeah! Feels good!" he grinned. His hands griped the sides of the tub as he started the up and down motions of his ass on my cock. I closed my eyes and relaxed, wanting to enjoy the ride. I heard footsteps come into the bathroom and stop. I heard John moan softly, I heard myself sigh. This was so good; I hoped he was enjoying it as well. I heard the sounds of flesh on flesh, and I looked to see Shiro and Sammo jacking themselves off. I saw the question in their eyes, but John spoke up before I did.

"Feels good… your cock feels good in me," the boy sighed. I could feel myself getting close to my release. I closed my eyes again and moaned out loud. John moved himself faster, and then I felt myself cumming into the boy's tight ass.

"OH JOHN!" I yelled, my sperm shooting through my hard cock and into his ass. John ground his ass into my hips, trying to get more of my cock into him. I thrust up hard into him, lifting him up above the waterline. Sammo and Shiro got a good look at my cock inside John's ass, and they were cumming, their sperm landing on John. John sighed and relaxed against me once I stopped ejaculating inside of him. He stayed there for a time while Sammo and Shiro washed him clean. He didn't move, just sat there. I felt my cock slip out of him. He leaned back and let the guys wash his torso, then stood up and let them wash his genitals clean. He kissed them, and me.

"Thanks for everything. Glad you guys are my friends," John whispered.

"Hey, you always got a place here with us. We mean that," Shiro stated. John turned to me. "Now it's time to get you cleaned up!"

Standing in the living room of his house, I heard an excited John give his parents the running commentary of his exciting stay at the ranch. Naturally he left certain private details out. That was business between him and us and no one else. He insisted on it, and we all agreed. After saying goodbye, we left the house and headed to the airport in our rented Jeep.

My mind drifted a little, thinking about John, the boys, and me. I felt a little melancholy, so I headed for the Oregon beach. I parked the Jeep and headed down to the breakers. I got my feet wet with the salt water and rubbed some of it on my face. Closing my eyes, I recalled the sensations of going on a dive mission. I felt those old feelings of excitement and joy come up from deep inside of me. I truly missed this; I wished I could go back to it. I stood there for fifteen minutes and relieved the memories. Turning, I saw the two boys standing there looking at me very puzzled.

"Dad, you all right?" Shiro asked. I smiled. "I feel great, son." I walked over to them and put my arms around them and led them back to the Jeep.

"Time to go home, guys," I said.

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