David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 6-8

Chapter 6
Troubles Abound

Author's note: First off, I apologize for not writing something new. Life has a way of interfering with plans, and unfortunately, this was the case here. Thanks to all who have written me with your very nice comments and suggestions. This tells me that the series is well appreciated. The guest stars in this story are not gay to the best of my knowledge. The events depicted are just a fantasy, a product of my imagination.

I sighed and surveyed the land from the new enclosed porch of the new manor. We settled up here two months ago, and I really loved it here. I settled back into the easy chair and sipped some hot sake, watching the snow fall gently. This was one of the times I enjoyed best. I was definitely feeling much better now, the hurt that we had experienced at Crystal Springs fading. It all had started the day we came home from California after taking Aaron Cutler home. We had been driving down the trail to the ranch when Shiro got a funny look on his face. I had seen that look too many times to know that Shiro sensed trouble. Sammo reacted first, pulling a 9mm hidden in a side pocket by his seat. I reached under my seat and pulled the H&K MP-5 9mm sub gun I had stashed down there and checked it.

"Shiro?" I nudged him gently. Shiro looked at me. "Something or someone has invaded the property." The four runner rounded the corner and suddenly the tree line ended. What we saw was land graded and tree stumps.

"Shit," Sammo swore. I kept on driving, expecting to reach the security gate. Then I saw what was left of it. I pulled onto the property and stopped the four runner.

"Sammo, guard. Nobody in," I said. Sammo got out with the nine in his belt and a MP-5 in his hands. I rolled the car down and around the house. It looked unharmed. Then on towards the kill house. There was evidence that people had been in there. I was getting madder by the second. I turned and headed for the docks and the weight pile. I saw men sitting on the dock and playing with the weight pile. I got out of the car, and surveyed the scene. I raised the sub gun in the air and fired a few shots.

"Anyone left on the dock and in the weight pile in one minute's time will be shot and then arrested and turned over to the cops for prosecution," I yelled. The ten or so men ran towards the tree line as I walked after them. Shiro drove the four runner after them and herded them out of the trees and to the property line. Once they crossed over, Shiro stopped the car. I could see him talking on the cell. I hoped he was getting backup.

"What the hell is going on!" some guy yelled, coming from a small trailer. One of the men told him what was going on. The man walked up to me.

"Who da fuck you think you are!" he roared in anger.

"My name is David Logan. I own the property that your men were trespassing on. I don't know what is going on here, but if you or any of your men cross my property line, they will be busted for trespass," I said coolly.

"I'm calling the cops!" he yelled at me.

"Fine. I'm one of the cops," I said, showing him my Crystal Springs police badge. He walked away and muttered something. It was about a half hour before Bill Franks, the police chief showed up.

"Hello Dave," he said getting out of his car. "Seems we got a problem here."

"Damn right! That idiot tried to kill my men!" the guy said.

"Now Tom, just cool your jets and let me handle things here," Bill said. He motioned to me and we walked away a few feet.

"It's like this. This corporation just bought up all the land here and they want to develop it. Your property was included in the bank sale," Bill said. I was dumbfounded. "Bank sale? But I paid off the property weeks ago!"

"Not according to the bank. They never got your check," Bill stated. I reached for my cell and placed a call to the bank and talked to a clerk there. She confirmed it. I stood there for a long time as it all sank in. The house. The land. Everything gone, yanked away from me again. I turned to face the boys. They could tell it wasn't good news.

"Shiro, Sammo, start packing the house. It's all gone," I muttered. Shiro stepped forward and hugged me, along with Sammo. I turned to Bill.

"I trusted you to watch things for me. I even gave you the number to my private cell to call me in the event of anything. I even trained you guys to fight better, shoot better here at my ranges and kill house. This is the thanks I get," I snapped. Bill was about to say something when one of the construction guys pointed to something in the sky. A military transport was passing overhead and there looked like a bunch of tiny specks coming off it.

"My doing, Dad. I called Uncle Brick," Shiro said. Brick. God, I hadn't talked to him in ages. He got his name in his first firefight when he was a tadpole. A tango ran right into him and promptly broke his collarbone on impact. Brick lifted him off the floor. The guy actually asked him if he had a brick under his shirt. Name stuck ever since. We watched as the dozen specks grew and became men as they parachuted in. They hit the ground and immediately went into combat formation.

"Friends. True friends," I nodded.

"Logan, don't blame me for your misfortunes," Bill began.

"Do you remember giving me your word about safeguarding my property and my boys?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment. "Yeah."

"You failed me, Bill. As of now, I officially quit the department," I said, dropping the badge at his feet. "I'll be sending you a bill for the training time and ammo used." He looked startled. "What? But we had a deal!"

"Did. No longer," I looked at him square in the eyes. "I need two weeks to scout out new property, pack, and move. Nobody enters my property unless I clear them. That includes you. Now get your ass off my property." He looked at me for a long moment, seeing the fire in my eyes, and then turned to leave. He looked at the construction boss.

"Leave him be, Tom. He's got his time," Bill stated, then got in his car and left. I turned to Brick and the others standing behind him.

"Gents, let's get busy."

Two weeks later, we were settled into a new place. It was an abandoned mansion bought by the military for training purposes. They didn't need it anymore, so I got it for a song. Naturally the place needed fixing. Brick and his crew helped me out by renting big move trucks to carry all of my stuff from Crystal Springs to here. The nearest town was called Oakwood, about three miles [5 km] away. Wasn't a big town, but that was all right by me. I got Sammo and Shiro settled into the school there. I really liked it. It was a small school; all the grades went there. But it was big enough to do all the usual things, which made people happy.

Shiro and Sammo didn't waste any time getting onto the wrestling team. The coach had practically gotten on his knees begging them to join. Shiro and Sammo agreed at once, knowing they'd have a shot at their old teammates. Whoever said revenge is sweet knew what the fuck he was talking about. With Sammo and Shiro working out, it wasn't long before the team was fired up. Once the boys had told me about the antique weight lifting gear, I made an executive decision. Renting a truck, I went into Denver and hit my favorite sport shop, leaving hours later with new weight lifting gear and some sports gear, with the promise of returning for more. I know I made ol' Andre a happy man. Calling Shiro on our new cells (a housewarming gift from a very good friend. The old ones finally got cut off in the middle of some hot phone sex with Shiro. So annoying to get cut off before you could cum.) and let him know I was coming into town. The coaches were there, wondering what was up. When people saw what was in the truck, I knew we were gonna be accepted into the community. I promised new sports gear once the weather turned to spring again. It was my dumb luck that the local sheriff was a retired Seal named Mugs.

"You ever need, you holler. I'll be there to cover your tadpole ass," he growled at me.

That made me feel good. Mugs was a legend in the teams. He got his nickname because of his unique talent for changing his looks with very simple disguises. He was in his mid sixties, and showed no signs of slowing down. He could have retired completely, but he didn't. He wanted to keep on going, and he found that being a sheriff was the best way to keep helping people. He was very well respected, even by the more unruly teens in the town.

The mansion sat on 200 acres [80 ha] of forest, with a small lake off to the side, about a quarter mile [400 m] from the house. It was two stories, with ten rooms on the top level, and eight on the bottom. The guys didn't waste anytime staking claim on their room. My master was twice the size of my old one. I like space, but this was too much! I'm not complaining.

Brick invited some friends to come up and help build a first rate kill house and shooting range. There was one inside the house, down in the basement area. Looking around the huge basement, I had the urge to set up another playroom. Wouldn't be too hard. The basement area had a wall running through the back quarter of it. A section of the wall was a door. Close it, and you'd never know there was a second room there, the wall was a flush fit.

I'm gonna get on the soapbox here a minute and say something. People like doing different things in their playrooms, which is fine. But I'm not into giving out pain to make people get off. When I deal out pain, it's for the intent of getting intel I need to do a job right. Isn't nice, but it's how I operate. I enjoy bondage. Two kinds of it. First one is business bondage. It's where I have to tie up nasty folks to keep them from punching your ticket, or others, or whatever they want to do to stop the good guys. Second is pleasure bondage. Using restraints to give somebody sexual pleasure is always a turn on for both of us. I've done it to Shiro and Sammo on a few occasions and they like it. That's what I planned on basing my playroom on. Okay, I'm off the soapbox. Like I said, things were going very well.

One afternoon, I got the call that the Lear jet I had ordered was ready. If I had wings, I'd have flown down to the Seal base in San Diego to get it. Some friends installed some extra goodies into it very discretely. Oh, did I mention that the mansion has it's own airstrip? I didn't? Dear me, I must have forgotten! Seems the previous owner liked having his drugs flown in straight to him. Not smart. Once there, I was surprised to see Brick there.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Here for a Captain's Mast," he said grimly. "Kid by the name of Danny is gonna get shafted for something like what happened to you."

"Talk to me," I said, lowering my voice. Brick gave me the details. Danny 'Weasel' Barnes had been caught in bed with a 14 year old boy. When pushed, he admitted to it and at least a dozen affairs with others. The Navy was going to drum him out. He was young, about 28, and about to lose his career. This sucked.

"They plan on discharging him under medical reasons. The better to keep the truth under wraps. Reason I'm telling you this, is because I know of you. Between you and me, I love them little fellers too. I'll talk to the kid and tell him about you. If you stick around long enough, I'll have the MP's escort him down here and put on your plane," Brick whispered. I looked at Brick. I had no idea about him.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"People talk," Brick said, putting a finger to his lips. I nodded. Brick turned and walked off towards the administration buildings to catch a jeep there. I had heard of this kid. Seven foot one [2.16 m], skinny as a rail, with short red hair. He earned his nick by squeezing through a small crack in the wall to rescue an Admiral's wife during a rescue op at a hostile takeover of a bank. Once inside, he did his job, taking out all eight men and saving everybody inside. He earned a medal of Valor for that, and the respect of Navy Seal everywhere. I took the opportunity to go through the plane. It would take me forever to explain what they did, so I won't bother unless time comes to use them. An hour later, I heard a jeep coming. I stepped out of the plane to see Brick in the back seat with Danny next to him. The base commander was seated in the passenger seat. I groaned. It was one of those I had embarrassed a few years ago during a security exercise of his base. He just stared at me. Brick got out and escorted Danny to the plane.

"Danny Barnes, you are now hereby discharged," Brick intoned, handing the papers to the kid as he spoke.

"Get aboard, Danny. We gotta go," I said. The kid just nodded and got on with his bag. I nodded to Brick, then turned to the base commander, a guy I'll call Nod.

"Sir," I said, "I may not be active, but I don't think you would mind if I saluted you out of respect." He looked at me in shock, then nodded as I saluted him. Closing the hatch, I went forward and started the Lear. We were airborne in moments, climbing to 5000 feet [1500 m]. I looked into the back and saw him looking out the windows with an anguished look on his face. I kinda knew what he was feeling, but now wasn't the time to talk. I hoped he would be okay until I got back to the mansion. I checked the controls and reached for the map to confirm my headings. We were golden. Moments later, he slid into the copilot's seat next to me with a cassette tape in his hands. He had a goofy smile on his face.

"Got a tape player up here?" Dan asked. I pointed to the console between us and he pushed it in. Brick's voice came out of the speakers. I had to grin.

"Okay, listen up. Hope yer listening to this, Davie. I just gave all the details to Danny here, and he knows the score. He knows what you guys are about, and hopefully he's agreeing to join ya up. If so, good career move for him. If not, I'll kick his ass later, then yours. That's the deal here. Davie, call me sometime down at the senorita's place, the one we hung Marines off da walls, okay? I'll explain how I know about you and the kid. Now do me a favor and destroy this tape. No need for it to fall in bad hands," he said. Danny grinned as he pulled the tape, pulled the shell of it apart, then soaked it in Zippo fluid and lit it. The tape burned up and the shell melted into one big blob of nothing.

"So, am I in?" Dan asked.

"Not yet. The boys gotta approve you," I said.

"Hope I pass review," he nodded.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you will," I nodded. We spent the next hour or so talking, exchanging life stories, boy stories, and other things. By the time we crossed over into Colorado, he knew everything about Samurai Inc. I swore him to secrecy. The cell rang right then.

"Yo, Shiro. What's up?" I asked.

"We gotta job. Pick up Billy Golman in Tennessee, the Landers Field. He needs protection. Some nut case is after him," Shiro stated.

"On the way."

We arrived at Landers Field two hours later. Had to stop once on the edge of Colorado for a fuel up, food supplies, and update the air maps. As we came in for a landing, something suddenly set me on edge.

"I got a bad feeling," I said. Danny jumped up and went into the cabin quickly. He responded quick to my feeling, not stopping to ask. No doubt he'll work out. I landed the plane and taxied towards the main building when I saw a boy come running out of the building. A moment later, a pair of suits followed him out the door.

"Go boss dude!" Danny yelled. It was all I needed to hear. The boy ran towards one of the runways, toward us. Danny had the hatch open, but left the steps inside. We drew up close enough to see who it was. It was Billy Golman.

"Billy! Samurai Inc.!" Danny hollered. Billy must have heard, because he changed direction and came toward us. The suits were gaining, and I hoped Billy wasn't tiring. Suddenly I heard a boom at the back of the plane. I hoped we weren't hit.

"Go! Go!" Danny yelled. I looked in the mirror and saw Billy sprawled on the floor. I shoved the stick forward and the plane picked up speed. Suddenly a bright flash lit up the area, followed by a tremendous boom. Someone had tossed a flash bang. Question was, was it Dan, or the tangos? The plane went faster as I started the take off. I heard the hatch slam shut.

"Hit the deck!" I yelled, thumbing the turbo switch. Two seconds later, I was squashed down into my seat as if someone shoved me into it. I heard Billy yell as the plane really took off. I fought the controls to maintain control. Once I leveled off at 2000 [600 m], I looked back to see Dan putting Billy into a seat and strapping him in. Dan ran forward and slipped into a seat behind me.

"Radar clear, no pursuit," he reported. "We are… fuck, this can't be right. This thing says we're five miles [8 km] out." Oh boy. Talk about getting the lead out. This plane was good.

"Let me know when we hit the ten mile [15 km] mark, I'll take the turbo off," I said.

"We are there in three, two, and one."

"Thanks," I replied, taking the turbo off. Immediately the jet slowed down, the airspeed indicator now reading the proper speed for a Lear. I sighed.

"That was too damn close," Dan said. "I'll check on our passenger." Dan went back and I turned to my flying. This plane was a lot more powerful that advertised, so I was really going to have to read the manual that came with it. Checking the mirror, I could see Dan sitting with Billy, talking to him. The 12 year old looked shaken. I hoped he would be okay. My nerves were settling down again, having been anxious in those moments. I'd be a lot more happier when we got back to the mansion. Somebody was gonna give me some answers. Dan took the seat next to me.

"Billy's fine now. He's taking a little nap," Dan stated.

"Good. Now, what the hell happened on the ground?" I asked.

"The two booms you heard was my favorite insurance policy making it's self known," Dan said, opening his jacket to reveal a huge handgun there. "Gun's a .454 Casull, built by Freedom Arms in Wyoming. My favorite insurance policy." He pulled out the biggest, fucking awesome gun I'd ever seen. The barrel had to be at least eight inches [20 cm] long. "The third and biggest boom you heard was a flash bang. The tangos were pulling hardware on me, the dumb shits." I laughed. Boy had a sense of humor. I like that.

"Oh, I'm sure they appreciated that," I grinned. Danny grinned back. Oh, he was going to work out just fine.

We landed at the mansion about seven, the sun setting behind us. I taxied the plane down the runway and sighed. Hopefully the rest of this job wouldn't be a problem now. I really wanted to know who those suits were. I wanted to sit down with Billy Golman and find out just what the hell was going on. That was going to wait until later, once I saw Shiro standing there next to the golf cart.

"Hi Dad!" he called out as I got off the plane with Billy and Dan in tow.

"Hi son," I waved back tiredly. Walking around the rear of the plane, I noticed no damage anywhere. That was good. I motioned to the golf cart and the four of us go on. Shiro drove it to the house.

"What's Sammo up to?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Cooking dinner," Shiro answered.

"Oh God," I groaned. "I hope he didn't set the kitchen on fire." Dan and Billy gave me funny looks. I sighed and nodded.

"Just wait, okay?" I asked. Arriving at the house, I expected to see smoke coming from the windows and was surprised not to see any. Maybe Sammo is finally learning how to cook, providing he doesn't clean out the refrigerator first. Walking in, the smells coming from the kitchen were tantalizing. Dan and Billy perked up.

"Oh yeah," Dan grinned.

"Oh God, not you too," I moaned.

"What's wrong? I'm a growing Seal," he smiled. Shiro was rolling on the floor, howling with laughter. I sighed and shook my head. Sammo and Shiro were bad enough by themselves, but get them and a few teens in the kitchen, well forget about finding anything to snack on after they get through. Nothing is ever left behind. Now I had Dan to worry about, too.

"Now don't teach Dan your bad eating habits, Shiro. You and Sammo are bad enough," I yelled.

"Who me?" Sammo emerged from the kitchen, wearing his best innocent smile. That was it for Dan and Billy. Both of them broke out laughing. I threw up my hands and walked into the kitchen. Bad mistake. It was the usual disaster area. I turned around and headed for the bar at the other end of the dining room, reached into the refrigerator, and pulled out a chilled bottle of sake, and poured myself a glass. I drained half in one shot, immediately feeling better.

"Huh. Never seen anybody drink that stuff cold," Dan said.

"First time for everything. Beer?" I asked.

"Sure. Where's the beer truck?" he cracked. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I handed him a cold Bud. The boys went into the kitchen to help Sammo finish dinner.

I headed for my office den and sat down in my overstuffed leather executive chair. Dan took a seat on the couch. I handed him the big ring binder containing the after action reports of what had gone down [see chapters 1-5] and told him to read. Those were critical for him to read so he'd know what we got involved in. We kept the reports very professional, leaving out very personal detail. Some we had to lie on, because of who the clients were. In the middle of the reports and my surfing the web, we got called to dinner.

Sammo truly had outdone himself. Filet of sole, salad, potatoes, mixed vegetables. He really did a great job, and I told him so. Billy and Dan added their own seal of approval by burping. Shiro outdid them both in that department.

"Sorry guys. Shiro here is the current champion," I grinned.

"I'm gonna have to practice then," Dan smiled.

"Good luck pal. Okay, who's got kp?" I asked.

"Me," Shiro answered.

"It can wait for a bit. Let's move into the living room and discuss things," I said. Billy sighed as he sat down. "I'm not sure where to begin."

"Well, who were those nosy dudes chasing you?" Dan asked.

"They work for some real big shot there in Nashville. Seems his daughter got a crush on me and wants to bed me or something," Billy sighed.

"Oh God, drooling girl at it's worst," Sammo groaned.

"Drooling girl?" Dan asked. Shiro explained it. By the time he got done, Billy and Dan were rolling on the floor laughing. I thought back to when it got originated. It had started out as a joke and was now the industry's inside joke between guys. Funny how a joke takes on a life of it's own. I spent another hour briefing Billy and Dan on team hand signals to use when in crowd situations. They picked them up quickly. I glanced up at the clock at some point and saw that it was nearly ten. Billy was starting to yawn.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Yup, sure am," he said in that nice country drawl.

"Know where your room is?" I asked.

"Shiro showed me when I went up to use the cowboy room," he smiled.

"Good. Go on hit the sack. Sleep in if you want," I said.

"Thanks!" he grinned, and then went up the stairs. Dan watched his very nice behind move up the stairs.

"Cute, huh?" I asked.

"Oh for sure," Dan sighed.

"Well, we don't know for sure about him just yet, so play it safe okay?" I asked.

"No problem," Dan grinned, then went up to bed himself. Shiro and Sammo were the next to go up. I followed after securing the house for the night. Getting into bed with the Denver Times, I read the paper for a bit then drifted off.

I was up by 0600 the next morning. I stretched out my muscles, and then hit the bathroom. Pulling on my workout gear, I walked into the hall. I could hear funny noises coming from down the hall. I silently cursed myself, having forgotten to tell Shiro and Sammo to keep it down because of Billy. I walked past their room and discovered they weren't there. Picking up the pace, I walked up to Dan's door and stopped at the doorway. There were two sets of boy feet sticking out from underneath the covers on Dan's bed. I could see two rounded shaped bobbing in the middle where Dan's crotch was. As for Dan, there was shock, bliss, and joy on his face. Billy popped up next to me. He blinked for a moment, and then turned to me.

"What's going on? What's that in his bed?" he asked. Before I could stop Billy, he whipped the sheets back to reveal Sammo and Shiro working on a very erect eight inches [20 cm] of Dan meat. Billy's eyebrows rose.

"Oh cool," he said. He pulled his t-shirt off and then his sweat pants, revealing a very erect nine incher [23 cm]. This 12 year old was very hung. Dan squeaked and pointed. Sammo and Shiro stopped what they were doing and stared. I did too.

"Lord have mercy," I whispered.

"Come here little boy," Dan whispered hoarsely. Billy walked over and straddled the top of Dan's chest. Dan opened his mouth and Billy slipped his cock in there. Dan sucked for a moment or two, then looked down at Shiro and Sammo.

"Back to work!" he yelled. Sammo dived for the large balls as Shiro swallowed the eight inches [20 cm] while Dan slowly sucked the nine inches [23 cm] of Billy meat into his mouth. Billy leaned his head back and groaned softly.

"Just what I needed," he said, rubbing his little teats. My cock came up in two seconds flat. I got behind Shiro and shoved my shorts down.

"Do me Dad!" Shiro pleaded. My answer was to shove my cock into my randy son's ass. Boy, that felt good! I slow fucked until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get ready boy," I growled. I started fucking fast and hard. Shiro whimpered and moaned as he sucked on Dan's cock. Dan was in heaven, getting his cock sucked on and sucking cock at the same time. He slipped a finger into Billy's ass, finding the boy's love button. Billy squealed with delight at the pleasure.

"I'm cumming!" he yelled, and did.

"So am I!" Dan managed to get out.

"Yeah!" I groaned out my ejaculation, shooting hard and fast into Shiro, while Dan filled his mouth with prime man cream while receiving fresh young boy cream in his mouth. We collapsed once we were done. We lay there for a bit, getting our energy back.

"That was fun! What else can we do?" Billy piped up a moment later. All of us looked at him.

"Hey, was it something I said?" he asked, noting the looks of lust on our faces as he backed up off the bed.

After having chased Billy around the house, we settled down and got to work. Shiro volunteered to make breakfast, while I gave Dan and Billy the grand tour of our new home. Billy got excited when he saw the recording studio that came with the house.

"Is it set up yet?" he asked.

"No. I need to get some people up here to set up a first rate recording studio for other clients who might want to record up here in privacy," I said.

"That would be way cool," he said. I smiled. "Sure would. Glad it came with the property. I've fiddled with a guitar from time to time."

"You any good?" Billy asked.

"I try," I replied.

"That's what counts," Billy grinned. We walked past the swimming pool, the tennis court, and approached the weight pile. Dan's eyes lit up at the sight. "Cool! Be nice to get back to my training routine."

"I lift every day myself. So do the boys," I stated.

"Huh. I thought it was all the bad guys you ate to stay tough!" Billy cracked.

"Wise guy!" I cracked back. Billy just laughed. We headed back to the house once I heard the dinner bell go off. Shiro had done the usual breakfast thing with eggs, bacon, pancakes, and other stuff. We ate heartily and then discussed plans for the day. Billy wanted to call his agent, so I put him on the untraceable cell. From the sound of Billy's end of the discussion, it didn't sound too good. Finally Billy handed me the cell and walked over to the couch and sat down, anger on his face.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Logan?" the female voice asked.

"Yes, this is. How can we help you?" I said.

"My name is Jane, and I'm Billy's publicist. Billy's been requested for a very important talk show there in Denver and he refuses to do it. I understand the current situation, but this is vitally important to his career. Can you please talk him into doing it?" she asked.

"I'll try, but Billy is right. Too dangerous, especially in light of what happened yesterday," I stated.

"That was Tennessee. You're in Colorado. What could possibly happen?" she countered.

"Anything," I shot back.

"Well, here are the details for the show," she said, quickly rattling off the information.

"Okay, fine. But I'm calling in some extra help, and you cover the bill on that," I stated.

"Whatever. Just get him there," she snapped, and then hung up on me.

"Bitch!" I snarled, slapping the cell down on the table.

"She's gone. I'll make sure Mom and Dad hear about this one," Billy nodded.

"Good. She's on my suspect list already," I said. Billy nodded. "Mind if I go and hang out with the guys?"

"Go for it. I need to make some calls and see if I can get some intel about the place for tomorrow," I said, turning to the phone. Billy ambled out of the room as I picked up the phone. It was turning into a busy day already. That woman certainly didn't win any charm contest with me. Within three hours time, I had a half dozen faxes with info I really could use. Part of it was a map of the studios where the show was to be, the actual studio marked, the dressing rooms, car park, and so on. I promptly filed that in my filing cabinet after making copies for everybody. Never know when the info will come in handy again. I also found out that the studios there gave tours to people to show them what goes on behind the scenes of a film and television studios. I made a mental note to get some sightseer's maps for future reference. I don't like leaving things to chance. Walking towards the kitchen, I suddenly noticed that the house was quiet. That meant the guys were up to something. I walked through the house and then found the guys in Shiro's bedroom. The guys had Billy stripped and naked, stretched out on Shiro's bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed. His eyes were closed and he was softly moaning as the guys were giving him a round robin. The sight of the boy's nine inches [23 cm] standing at attention made me excited. I watched the guys rub, touch, caress, lick, and kiss every spot on his body.

"Want to do the honors, Dad?" Shiro asked. Did I? Fuck yeah!

Billy lifted his head and grinned lewdly as I approached the bed and got down on my knees. I reached out for his fine boy cock and gently stroked it for a moment. I slowly swallowed each inch, savoring the taste of young boy meat. Billy was moaning and whimpering with pleasure. I felt my pants being pulled down and someone touching my ass. I didn't bother to look, because I wanted to enjoy every second of this magnificent cock. I got all nine inches [23 cm] down and began to suck it. Gently one moment, then vigorously the next. I wanted Billy to remember this blowjob for the rest of his life. Someone's tongue was working on my hole, sending shock waves of pleasure through me. Felt so good. I moved my tongue around the firm, hard boy cock, really enjoying this. I went up and down on it a few times, then slipped it out of my mouth and gently licked at the hairless balls, sucking each one into my mouth. Suddenly I felt cock slipping into me and knew right away it was Shiro. I felt the hard cock slip into me, the ky on it making the entry easy. I turned my attention to the moaning boy writhing in pleasure on Shiro's bed. I slipped Billy's cock back into my mouth and started pleasuring the boy again. Shiro got a bit vocal as he fucked me.

"Take that in your Daddy ass!" he panted. "So close to cumming!"

I felt every thrust of son cock in my ass, and then he sighed. I knew right then he came. I could feel his cum shoot into my ass. Then another cock replaced Shiro's. Sammo's voice sounded in my ear.

"Now you gonna get it, Daddy dearest!" he whispered hoarsely. I did, too.

Sammo fucked me hard and rough, shoving his cock deep with every thrust. His fists beat out a rhythm on my back as he got closer to his orgasm. Suddenly he was there, panting and crying.

"Yeah, take it! Take my cum in yo tight man ass!" he hollered his cum shooting into me as he fucked harder and fast. I heard Sammo sigh as he eased his cock out of me. "Thanks man, needed that."

Then I felt Dan take hold of me. "My turn, boss dude." He eased his eight inches [20 cm] slowly up my twice fucked ass. I paused a moment to take a quick breath of air as Dan pushed himself in. Once he was in and settled, he began screwing me. God, his eight inches [20 cm] felt good in there. I continued to pleasure Billy's cock with my mouth and tongue. He was getting very vocal now.

"Get me off, please! Gotta get my relief!" he hollered. As Dan started going to town on my ass, I went to town on Billy's cock. I really wanted to taste his juice. Didn't take long, either.

"OH GOD HERE I GO!" Billy screamed out as his cum came shooting out of his cock. Dan growled and shoved his cock in me deep and quick, adding his cum to Shiro and Sammo's loads. Billy's young cream tasted so sweet, it was hard to compare it to anything. I sucked harder and swallowed that boy's load as quickly as he produced it. The gusher slowed down and trickled out a bit more and then that was it. Billy shivered and sighed at the pleasure as I let go of his cock. Dan had collapsed across my back and sighed from his pleasure.

"Fuck, that was good," he said. Who am I to argue with that?

We sat around the living room a few hours later going over the layouts of the studio that Shiro magically produced from the computer. Seems that it turned out that the studio had a web site and had a map of the studio on there. Shiro sat there looking so smug as I glowered at him. Kid thinks he's so smart, finding out what we needed out on the web. Okay, so I can do things with the computer, but when it comes to finding stuff on the web, Shiro is so much more gifted than me. Go figure. Billy sat there and listened to us head shed as he gently pulled on his soft nine inches [23 cm]. He seemed distant.

"You all right?" Dan asked him.

"Yeah. Just thinking about tomorrow. I kinda got a bad feeling about all this. I just hope we're not walking into a trap," he said.

"Well, with the plan I've developed, hopefully nothing will go wrong. I just wish I had more help available," I sighed. "Just do your entertaining bit and leave the rest to us."

"Done deal," Billy smiled. He stretched out on the couch and continued to slowly and lazily pull on his nine inches [23 cm] as I watched. He sure had a nice body for a 12 year old. Dan watched for a few moments, then went over and sat down next to him and took hold of the Billycock. Billy grinned. He let Dan take over his pleasure. Dan stroked the boy's cock while sucking on the boy's nipples. Billy closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. This was so much fun for him. He never knew that male sex could be so much fun. He let Dan stoke his nine inches [23 cm] for a bit.

"Can I… Slip it in you?" he asked shyly. Dan smiled. "Sure. Gonna be an experience for you. You gonna love it."

"Never done it before, and it seemed like Shiro was enjoying it this morning. I wanna experience it for myself," Billy admitted.

"Well, Shiro can do it to you if you want. He's a bit smaller than me lengthwise and thickness wise," I said.

"Cool. For now, I want to slip it in Dan. He blew me so good this morning," Billy replied.

Dan grinned while Sammo ran upstairs for a moment, then came back. He handed a condom and ky to Dan. We listened to Dan explain the purpose of condoms and the ky. Billy nodded as he listened to Dan's explanation.

"Can't be too careful these days. Kinda sad that people have screwed up something beautiful for people."

Billy was right about that. Here he was just discovering his sexuality, and having to be told about being careful. People have taken something beautiful like sex and really fucked it over for the younger generation by producing porn and other various things. The film that Aaron and Harley had made was far different. It was a film exploring friendship, love, relationships, and then gay sex. As far as I'm concerned, all teens need to se this film, regardless if they were gay or straight.

Once Dan was done, he rubbed a tiny bit of ky on Billy's cock, then showed him how to unroll the condom on his cock. He put a bit more lubricant on the condom covered cock, then worked a bit into his ass. Dan draped himself over the arm of the couch, ensuring Billy could reach him okay. Shiro instructed Billy how to approach and slide in. As Billy's young cock entered another man's ass for the first time, he moaned and shivered from the pleasure. Instinct took over and Billy began fucking Dan. There's got to be something said about fucking your first ass for the first time. I wondered what Billy was feeling. His eyes were closed, his head back, his hips thrusting his Billy club into Dan, and he was moaning. He kept going for a few minutes more, and then got a goofy look on his face.

"Something's happening," he groaned. "I think… I'm cumming." He gasped, his eyes going wide as he shoved his cock into Dan hard a few times. Then he slumped over Dan's back gasping for breath. Shiro and Sammo helped Billy to lie down on the couch. Dan sat down next to Billy and slowly pulled the condom off the youngster's spent cock.

"Is that… my cum?" Billy whispered, looking at the bulging condom.

"Sure is, Billy boy. It's genuine Billy seed," Dan cracked. Billy smiled dreamily, then turned on his side and drifted off to sleep. Dan tied off the rubber and took it to the bathroom. He came back and lifted Billy in his arms.

"See you guys in the morning," he grinned and then carried Billy up the stairs.

I found Dan sitting in the kitchen the next morning with a smile on his face as he sipped his coffee.

"What you so happy about?" I asked.

"Billy did me twice more last night. I think we got a sex monster on our hands. I did him once," Dan grinned.

"I hope you prepped him right," I said, getting concerned.

"Took about an hour in doing it. I packed a fair bit of ky in him and really took my time in stretching him out with my fingers. He must have liked it, because he shot off twice in the hour," Dan reported. The resilience of youth!

"I lay flat on my back and let him do all the work. Figured it would be best that way, since he knew just how much he could take. Once he got me completely inside him, he relaxed for a bit and then worked my cock in and out of him a few times. Then he got on his side with his legs drawn up. I slipped inside him and slow fucked him for about a half hour to get him used to me and to enjoy the pleasure. Then I rode him hard, both of us cumming at the same time. Boy, did he enjoy that!" Dan smiled.

"Yeah, and I wanna do it again soon as possible!" Billy's voice sounded. We turned to see a naked Billy standing there. He walked over to Dan and sat on his lap, facing him. He wrapped his arms around Dan's neck and kissed him very passionately. He rested his head on Dan's right shoulder. Dan held him close, enjoying the bare skin contact. I smiled and turned to see Sammo and Shiro walking into the kitchen.

"Morning everybody!" Sammo cheerfully said.

"Coffee in the maker on the counter. We could get breakfast in town," I said.

"Sounds like a plan Dad," Shiro nodded.

"Good. It's settled. We are out of here in an hour," I said. Billy hopped off Dan and led him upstairs, Shiro and Sammo trailing them with their respective cups of coffee. I sat and read the paper for a moment, the refilled my cup with coffee and went up to my room to shower. As I passed Dan's room, I could hear cries of passion from the shower. Sounded like Dan had mounted Billy again. The boy was practicing his scales effortlessly. I just shook my head, sighing. Passing the boy's room, it sounded like they were getting hot and heavy in their shower. Damn, this place is turning into a boyhouse (well, I don't know if calling the manor a cathouse is appropriate, since it's just guys here) and I wouldn't change it for the world! I stroked myself off in my shower, thinking of what was going on. After getting dressed, I went out and checked over the van we were going to use. The guys were standing on the front porch as I drove around to the front.

"House is secure Dad," Shiro reported as he pulled the side door shut.

"Good. Hope this goes well," I said. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have never left. Fucking Mr. Murphy decided he was going to join this little excursion. Bastard.

Billy's publicist never showed. That pissed me off. However, studio security cleared us with no problem. They were aware that Billy was going to be there. The talk show studio was well laid out in KISS terms (keep it simple, stupid) and Dan observed that it should work in our favor. The actual taping went well. The audience was well behaved, the host very cooperative. Billy was asked to sing, so I jumped at the opportunity to play guitar. Turned out it was a song I knew, so that worked out real good. Man, could he sing! I resolved to go out and buy his cd later.

It wasn't until after the show that things went to hell. Dan was the first to spot the two airport men. Passing the enemy sighted signal, I snapped to, ready for anything. Billy and me casually walked towards the exit to get the van, but it was blocked by a third man. Shit. Not good. I veered off in another direction, taking Billy with me. Ducking into props room, I quickly gave Billy a hat, sunglasses, and a baseball shirt. He put them on quickly as we moved through the studio to another door. Another tango popped up, blocking our path. This one was armed. Shit! Billy moved off in another direction, like he was sightseeing. Things were rapidly going FUBAR (fucked up beyond all recognition) and I was getting mad. Billy and I jogged through the studio, going deeper and deeper. I hoped the guys would be okay. Reaching a door, I opened it and led him through it. Big mistake. The door slammed behind us and I saw a girl with a man holding a gun.

"Hello Billy," she cooed. I turned to see another man with an Uzi pointed at my chest. Fuck. We were dead.

"Tie him up and prepare Billy," she said. The one man waved the gun at me and I had no choice by to comply. My mind screamed at me. Prepare Billy for what? I didn't like the sound of that. The guy cuffed me to the wall and searched he completely. Billy was pushed over to a bed that I noticed in the middle of the room. The two men effortlessly stripped him naked, working together. Billy resisted the best he could, but a gut punch ended that. Moments later he was eagle spread on the bed. The two men took seats by the bed.

"Thanks guys," she smiled. "Why do you resist me? I always get what I want, one way or the other. Give in to me."

"No way!" Billy shouted as she pulled her dress off. She was dressed in some kind of leather teddy outfit. It clicked with me. She wanted Billy inside her. She was going to force him to copulate with her.

"Honey, I want you to help me make a baby for my Daddy. He wants a son, and I'm going to give him one so that the Branford Clan will live on," she cooed. Shit! The Branford Mob! Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Big Roger Branford was not a man to be messed with. We were in big time trouble.

"You see, my Mother made a big mistake by committing suicide, pissing my Daddy off because she didn't want to give Daddy a baby boy. So now you are going to help me do that," she said, sliding across the bed towards Billy. Billy thrashed about, trying to break free. She took his cock in hand and started stroking him off. Billy's cock responded to the stimulation, growing up and hard.

"Oh, Billy! What a magnificent boy tool you have!" she squealed with delight. She slid up and over Billy's hips, positioning herself. At the last second before she pushed herself down on Billy, the ceiling crashed down around us. When the dust cleared, there was Dan, hanging upside down and holding a pair of Casulls in his hands, the barrels parked on the tops of the two tango's skulls.

"Freeze or I kill them!" Dan roared. The girl reacted by getting off Billy quickly and then drawing a .380 from inside her leather teddy and shoving it in Billy's left ear.

"You surrender or I blow his brains out!" she snapped. I noticed that Dan was bleeding from his left shoulder. So did one of the tangos.

"You bleeding, man. You gonna die. Give it up, and we help you," the man taunted.

"Fuck you," was Dan's response. The boy had just earned his spurs with Samurai Inc. He was one of us now. The girl pressed her gun deeper into Billy's ear. "Ten seconds." Then the door opened and a huge man walked in.

I recognized Roger Branford right away. He looked around at the scene.

"What in hell are you doing girl?" he yelled.

"I'm going to give you the son you always wanted, Daddy. He won't cooperate," she said from the bed. He nodded for a moment. "Not this way. Give me the gun and let the boy go."

"Never," she coldly said. He moved so quick I never saw or heard his hand connect with the girl's head. She crashed against the wall as the man took the gun from her. He turned to Dan.

"You can relax, son. These two clowns aren't going to do anything to ya, right?" he said, staring at them. The two men nodded and backed off. They untied Billy from the bed while Dan came down from the ceiling. Billy dressed while Roger uncuffed me from the wall. A few more men came into the room and one sedated the girl while two others dressed as paramedics waited with the stretcher. Another man checked Dan's wound.

"Went straight through. A few stitches to close it up, a few days rest and you'll be fine," he said to Dan. Dan nodded as the bandages were put into place. Roger Branford led the way out of the studio and to the parking lot where cars and an ambulance was waiting. Sammo and Shiro were there, sitting on the ground with their hands on their heads with men standing over them.

"We're okay Dad," Shiro spoke up when he saw me. Roger motioned to the men and they stood down. The two boys walked over to me.

"Are you okay Dad?" Shiro asked.

"Will be now. Kinda curious as to what in hell is going on," I asked Branford. He sighed as he watched his daughter being loaded in the ambulance. "Long story. Goes like this. My wife died in strange circumstances and it severely cracked Stephanie. She thinks I killed her, or she committed suicide. My wife and I had talked about having a son, and for some strange reason, Stephanie thinks that her Mother refused to have a son so she has taken it upon herself to try and get pregnant with every boy she sees. For the last few months, her obsession has gotten worse, so I hospitalized her for treatment. Apparently she escaped and went after young Billy here after seeing him sing on TV once. I apologize for everything, and I will cover the medical bills for your man. In fact, I will cover the bill for Billy's protection."

"Thank you sir, for a very generous offer. I have no problem with that. Good luck with your daughter," I said, shaking his hand.

"Thank you," he said, leaving after taking my business card.

"Gee, drooling girl overkill," Billy said.

"It happens sometimes. Can't let it get to you," I said as we headed to the van.

"I won't. I knew what I was getting into when I got into the music biz," Billy nodded. "Just one of the downsides for sure. Can't do nothing about it either. Sure feel sorry for her though." I sighed. "Let's go home."

We relaxed over the next few days. Billy decided he wanted to relax for a bit before going home to Rhode Island. His family agreed, and he stayed on. Which was fine with me, only problem was that Billy enjoyed going nude all the time. He had us in a continual state of arousal, and he knew it. Shiro, Sammo, and I finally got the chance to sample his delightful ass. He was such a fun fuck. He had a way of moaning at the right moment and getting you super hot before cumming. He rode Dan a few times enjoying the man's cock in his ass. This boy couldn't be stopped, but it sure was fun trying! He bed hopped each night, satisfying himself and us. I was going to hate to see him leave, but fate had other plans. If I had known what the four guys were cooking up for my birthday in a few weeks, I would have run for the hills. But it turned out to be a hell of a good time for everyone. That, unfortunately, is something to be told later. Right now Billy is standing before me in all his glory, his cock drooling precum. So if you all excuse me, I need a little protein intake. Catch you all later.

All celebrities who are the models for the characters in the course of this fictionalized story are not gay to the best of my knowledge. All are fine actors and musicians in their respective areas. So enjoy this latest effort. Hope you all like it.
And now our feature presentation…

Billy Golman decided he wanted to hang out with us for a while longer. That was just fine with me, so I had him call a few of his friends to see about setting up the recording studio. They came right out and I opened the studio and let them have at it. It took about a week, but they were very happy with the results. All of us got a crash course in working a mixing board and other equipment necessary to run a recording session. We kicked back for a day or two once all the work was done, Billy getting a song or two done.

Then I got a call to come down to Arizona to help with an Army problem, which was fine with me. I hate being inactive, so I flew down once I made sure the guys would be okay with just Danny in residence. He was still recovering from wounds received in action against some dudes who shot him while trying to protect Billy. I was just glad he was okay (see chapter 6 for details). If I had known what Shiro was cooking up, I'd have never left.

It all worked out real good in the end. I took the Lear jet down into Arizona the next morning, the weather cooperating all the way. Gave me time to think about things that had been bugging me lately, like my birthday coming up. I was getting old (I don't know if you would consider 36 old, but I do), and it didn't sit well with me. Nothing I can do about it, they come only once a year. But I was in the best shape of my life, and I was feeling great about myself. I got two sons, a new lover, and loads of friends. What else do I really need? Life is good. Turning my attention to the controls, I landed the plane once I got clearance from the local tower. I met my contact, and things went from there. Can't tell you the details, sorry. Just know that the good guys won again. Nice feeling when we do.

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was sitting in a fast food place finishing a burger when I saw him. He stood about four foot five [1.35 m], very long dirty red hair, green eyes, and clothes that looked like they had seen better days. The manager chased him out as I stood up to leave. Didn't know why, but I decided to follow the boy. I had the strangest feeling he was in danger. I casually strolled down the street, watching him look in the store windows. Something raised the hair on the back of my neck. That never happens unless there's danger. I looked around me and didn't see anything unusual. That made me even more nervous. Looking to where the boy was, I could see him trying to bum change off someone. I turned towards him and started up the street after him, and that's when all hell broke loose. A dark maroon van roared out of nowhere, startling me, the boy, and the man on the sidewalk. The boy didn't hesitate. He took off running like his life depended on it. I followed the boy and the van in the Mustang I had rented. Staying a reasonable distance behind, I followed them into a warehouse district. I watched the van screech to a halt in front of a building. Four men jumped out and followed the boy inside. I quickly pulled my jacket off and changed it for my combat vest. Nice thing about it is that it's bullet resistant, and it's able to carry some lethal goodies. My design, actually. Checking the H&K 9mm as I entered the building, I took a breath and allowed my warrior to come out. I became aware of footsteps fading to my right. I headed in that direction, hoping to catch the men and find out what in hell was going on. I caught up with the men as they cornered the boy in a room. I peeked in and observed how they were arranged. They were in a classic fan pattern, keeping the boy pinned in a corner.

"Well, we finally got ya. Ma will be pleased," one man chuckled.

"I'll be pleased about what?" said a lady's voice. I looked to see a tall dark woman in a black dress enter the room. Oh shit, it was Ma Gillis. A female mobster. This gal was supposedly the worst mobster ever to hit town. She had no heart, no soul, and was reputed to be the bloodiest mob family yet. I had my work cut out for me.

"Well, you did catch the little brat finally. We have been looking for you for a long time. Your abilities will serve us well," she hissed.

"What abilities?" the boy said.

"You know what abilities!" she screeched. "Your powers to read minds and move things. You are a mutant, and I want your powers to make me the most powerful family there is!" Oh double shit. A mutant kid like that working for a mobster like her? The world would never be safe.

"Never," the boy defiantly said. Ma Gillis threw back her head and laughed. "Never is a word I don't like hearing, boy. You belong to me now. Get over here!" A movement behind me, and I reacted. It turned out to be Brick. He just grinned at me and motioned to the two other suits behind him. No time to ask questions, so I quick sign language an attack plan. He nodded, as well as the two suits behind him. I turned and faced the room. I would move first, everyone else would react when I moved. The four tangos dropped their guard. Last mistake on their part. I reacted, charging into the room. When the dust settled, Ma Gillis was in handcuffs, three of the tangos were dead, and the fourth was out cold. She was furious.

"That boy is a mutant! He has powers! I came here to help him, and this is the thanks I get!" she screamed. The fbi suits looked at her. "That's no mutant. Just a very frightened and scared kid. Can you prove he is?" one asked her.

"Make him do something!" she hollered.

"No, we won't. You've finally gone around the bend, Ma. We'll take you in, get you a nice comfortable place to rest in. You'll get all the help you need," the agents said, closing in on her. She kept screaming as they carted her out the door. The only agent left was a guy I'll call Hubble. Brick came up next to me and stood there.

"Huh. Imagining a nice kid like this is mutant. She's definitely flipped. I'll help them escort her in, Davie. Call you later," Brick said, saluting as he left.

Hubble turned to me. "Dave, thing is she's right. Young Neil here is a mutant. He has the powers to read minds and move objects. Right now, you and me are the only ones who know. This will stay between the three of us. I'll arrange it with the local Family court for you to quick adopt him. Take him home to your mountain. Show him how to live again. Meet you at your hotel at seven tonight with the official papers," Hubble stated, and then walked out of the room.

I looked down at him and offered him my hand. "What say we get outta here?"

He stared at me for a few minutes, then took my hand and walked out of the death room. Cops and other law enforcement officials went past us in there. We walked down three flights of stairs to the ground floor. As I passed a room, I glanced in there. I saw a chair sitting there in a corner by the door. I led Neil in there and closed the door behind me. Sitting down in the chair, I gently pulled him on my lap. He resisted at first, then gave in and let me pull him on my lap. I put my arms around him and gently hugged him.

"I don't know when you got this last, but I think you really need one right now." I whispered in his ear. He turned his head into my shoulder. I felt his body shake twice before the tears really started. My heart broke and went out to him as he cried. I didn't know what he had gone through, but right now his life was going to change for the better. I held him for some time, letting him cry himself out. He finally ran out of tears, sighed, and then I felt his arms slip away from my shoulders. I looked at his face and saw that he had passed out. I picked him up and carried him out to my car. One of the fbi agents opened the passenger door of the car for me, and I settled Neil into the seat and buckled him in. He nodded as I closed the door. I got in the car and drove to the motel I was staying in. He didn't wake up until Hubble's man knocked on the door. Seemed that the Family Court needed my signature on some papers. I had the guy get some Chinese take out and some new clothes for Neil. The ones he had on were rags. Neil woke up after I closed the door. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Feeling better, Neil?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for what you did. Last time I got a hug was from my mother… on the day… she died," he said.

I reached out and took his hand. "I'm sorry, Neil. If you feel like talking, I'll listen."

He smiled. "I knew you were a good guy. I can feel it."

"I try to be," I said. "Right now, I got a suggestion. How about I toss you in the bath and hose you down?"

Neil nodded. "I guess I do smell bad."

I got off the bed and Neil followed me to the bathroom with his hands over himself. I smiled at his modesty. I started the bath and got the water ready.

"Okay, hop in. Water's good," I said. He just stood there.

"Neil, there's nothing you have that I haven't seen before. I have one too. It's no big deal. We're all guys here," I said.

"But it's kinda small," Neil said softly.

"Not for long. You're eleven now. You're gonna hit your growth spurt any time now. You're gonna grow faster and bigger. It's going to grow right along with the rest of you," I said, recalling having this conversation with Shiro two years ago.

"You're just saying that," Neil said.

"I'm not lying to you, Neil. I'm being very honest," I said.

"You'll laugh."

"I promise you I won't," I said. He hesitated a moment, then moved his hands away. It was about three inches [7½ cm] soft, nestled in a sparse fringe of red. I smiled.

"Neil, it's just right for you," I said.

He looked up at me. "Really?"

"Swear to you the truth. I was right about you being ready to hit your growth spurt. See this fringe of red hair around it?" I pointed.

"Yeah," Neil said.

"That means you are starting to mature. One of the things that happens is that you start to grow hair there, and under your arms. It's very normal, and part of the growing up process," I lectured.

He looked up at me, a smile of relief on his face. "Thanks. I was worried that there was something wrong with me."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, no bullshitting. I think you have had enough of that," I said. He turned and stepped into the bath. I got a washcloth and started washing him clean. I really poured on the shampoo, his hair really looked dirty. I ended up changing the bath water twice. While I was drying him, there was a knock on the door. I reached for my gun that I normally have on my belt. I said normally have on my belt. I took the thing off before taking Neil into the bath. He must have guessed what I was reaching for, because as I started out the bathroom door, the gun pulled it's self out of the holster on the dresser and met me halfway to the door. I'd deal with that later. Opening the door carefully, I saw Hubble standing there.

"Stork delivery service," he cracked.

I had to smile. "Hey, Hubble." He thrust the envelope at me. "Congratulations, Dada. You a proud papa of a second son."

"Thanks. Want to come in?" I asked.

"Can't. On my way to another barn dance. See ya!" he smiled and left. I closed the door and went back into the room. I knocked on the bathroom door and called Neil's name. I slowly pushed open the door and saw him crouched against the tub.

"It's cool now," I said, gathering him into my arms. "You're safe." He sighed, closed his eyes, and rested his head against my shoulder. I felt some of the tension drain out of him. I carried him back into the room and put him into the clean bed, pulling the sheet over him. I fed him dinner, a little bit at a time. Didn't want him overdoing it. I slid in next to him after I had my shower. He looked at my body for a long time. I had the feeling he wanted to touch me. I took his hand in mine and guided it to my chest.

"It's okay, I won't break," I said. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, totally fascinated by it.

"Will I have hair all over like you?" he asked.

"I don't know, Neil. That's a hard one for me to answer," I said. He kept touching me for some time, and then settled down next to me.

"Want to see my story?" he asked moments later.

"Sure. What you tell me will be private between us. Nobody else needs to know, unless you decide to tell them," I promised him.

"Cool. Now just relax, let me do the work," he said. Taking my hand, he reached up and brushed his fingers across my eyelids. I decided to trust him, so I closed my eyes. What happened next blew my mind.

I found myself standing in a field of mountain flowers. I recognized it as the south field, the one I run through every morning.

"Nice place," Neil commented, suddenly appearing next to me.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Not sure. I found this place once by accident. It constantly changes for me, depending on what mood I'm in. For some reason, you were thinking of a field of flowers, so here we are," Neil said.

"I bet Shiro could find out," I said.

"Shiro?" he asked.

"Yup," I smiled. "Your brother."

"I'm going to have a brother?" Neil asked excitedly.

"Sure will. Two of them. Both nuts," I laughed at his joy.

"Cool. If you don't mind sharing with me," Neil said.

"Not at all. No secrets," I said. Neil took my hand and led me forward into the mist that suddenly appeared in front of us. Next thing I knew, I was standing in a room with three people in it. It was Neil's parents and Grandfather. I smiled as I saw them. "Your family?"

"Oh, yes. I love them," he said sadly. I reached for his shoulder and rubbed it. "You know they will always be a big part of your life, no matter what happens."

He looked up at me. "I know, and that's what keeps me going."

For the next few minutes, he showed me things. Something caught my eye at one point, and I asked him to back it up and slow it down. It was his Grandfather looking at a coffee cup. It rose and floated to him behind his parent's back.

"That explains how you got your abilities," I said. "You got it from your Grandfather, passed on to you through your Father."

"Grandpa. Thank you," Neil breathed. "Now I know that answer." The scene jumped, and this time they were in a car going somewhere. Suddenly a van popped out of nowhere and attacked the car. I could feel Neil's panic as he gripped my arm, relieving the scene all over again. The masked people attacked the car, making it stop. Neil had managed to jump out of the car and start running as fast as he could. The scene faded again, and then we were back in the meadow again.

"Neil," I said facing him, "I'm so sorry you went through that. Believe me when I tell you that I will do everything I can to protect you."

He looked deep into my eyes. "I believe you."

I stood, and took his hand. "Now it's my turn for the show and tell. What do I do?"

Neil pointed to the mist. "Just step into there, and I'll do the rest." I studied his face for reactions as he observed my memories. After the last one faded from sight and we were back in the meadow again, Neil looked at me.

"You are a real cool dude," he said. I smiled at that. A part of me had been afraid he'd reject me after seeing what he saw. I came to, lying on the bed with Neil, still holding his hand. He blinked at me.

"Kinda takes a lot out of me, but I'm getting better at this the more I do it. Why would you think I'd reject you after what you did for me?" he asked.

"I don't know. I guess I was afraid of it," I confessed.

"Well, get used to me. You my Dad now," Neil grinned.

"Oh, God. I'm in trouble now." Neil just laughed. I pulled him closer to me and rubbed his back. Neil snuggled down next to me and relaxed. Moments later, he was asleep. As I conked out, I wondered what the guys were up to.

Shiro and Sammo were working hard, decorating the house in between blowjobs on each other.

"Blow the balloons, not me!" Shiro yelled.

"But your balloon is much more fun!" Sammo whined.

"Shit! Fuck me!" Shiro yelled.

"Later, hun. Got to get this done," Sammo cracked. Shiro sighed while Billy rolled on the floor. "You guys are just too much."

"Hey, we got your number too, little boy. You'll get yours!" Shiro warned, coming down off the ladder.

"Promises, promises!" Billy pouted.

"I sure hope Danny gets back soon, I sure as hell don't want Dad coming in behind him," Sammo said, looking at his watch.

"Speaking of which, Dad should have checked in a few hours ago," Shiro said.

"Want to call him?" Sammo said, picking up the cell. Shiro stewed over that for a moment. "Well, not yet. The news did say there was a thunderstorm warning in effect in a part of Arizona. Dad is probably holed up until it blows through." Billy made sucking noises, and then collapsed in laughter while Shiro and Sammo looked on.

"I think we created a monster," Sammo sighed.

"Think we should keep him locked up during the party? Don't want him jumping into everyone's crotch. Not right away anyway," Shiro said. Billy reacted to that last comment. "You mean the other teen celebrities coming here are all gay?" Sammo smacked Shiro on the back of the head as Shiro mentally cursed himself.

"Yes. They all are. Kindly keep that one to yourself. Don't know what kind of reaction that will cause," Sammo said.

"Okay. You can count on me," Billy nodded, fingers crossed behind his back. He had been drooling over Jake Llewellyn for some time. He wanted to get into that boy's pants. What he didn't know was that he would get his chance.

Danny had collected everyone at a prearranged meeting spot without any problems. Once they leveled off at 1500, everybody was free to move around. Introductions were made all around. Danny couldn't believe who he had on the plane. There were the Muphitts brothers, Aaron Cutler, Harley Joel Oswald, Yoshi Toranaga and his married partner Jeff, Jake Llewellyn, John Jackson, Taran Noah Jones, Daniel Jorgenson, and he had a crush on all of them. Aaron and Harley were sitting together, cuddling and holding hands. Jake was watching them, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to have a steady lover someday. Scott Muphitt caught Jake watching them.

"See something you like?" he asked.

"Yup," Jake answered with out thinking. Once he realized what he had said, he blushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, it's cool. Nothing wrong with looking," Clint said.

"Are you gay?" Scott asked. The silence in the plane was deafening. Jake swallowed his fear and decided to go for it. "Yes."

"That's cool. I'm more bisexual than gay, but I like having fun with a guy every now and then," Scott grinned.

"So do I," John Jackson declared. A light bulb slowly went on inside of Taran's head. "Oh my God."

"Want to share the thought with us?" Dave Muphitt asked.

"Just how many of you guys like fooling around with other guys?" Taran posed the question to the group. Everyone raised their hands. Taran grinned and began to laugh. Everyone else followed a moment later when the realization sank in.

"Wow," Jake said when he caught his breath a moment later. "I thought I was the strange one here."

"Fuck you!" Aaron grinned.

"Anytime you want," Jake snapped back, making everyone laugh.

"Who do you have the hots for, Jake?" Harley asked. Jake hesitated for a moment. "John Jackson. Ever since I saw you in that movie wearing that tight body suit, I always thought you were cute."

"Damn right that thing was tight! It even cut off the circulation to my nuts sometimes!" John complained, a big grin on his face. Everyone laughed at that, the tension was gone. Scott stood up and went to the tiny galley and opened the refrigerator. He rummaged around in it for a moment.

"Anything to drink in there?" Daniel asked. Scott turned his head and grinned at Daniel.

"Besides that! God, what a sex fiend!" Daniel yelled. Scott smiled even wider as everyone broke up in laughter.

"Just soda, no beer. Got Pepsi, Coke, and Slice. Who wants what?" he asked. Dave and Jake helped distribute the drinks. Daniel took a good shot of his and let out a loud burp, much to everyone's amusement.

"Fraid Shiro does it better than me," Daniel said.

"No kidding! First time I heard him, I thought there was an earthquake!" Taran cracked.

"Man it was a loud one!" John agreed. There was nods of agreement as everyone relaxed.

"To continue the conversation, John, who turns you on?" Taran asked.

"Two people, actually. Jake Llewellyn for one. You were so cool in Star Wars. I wish they kept you on for part two," John said.

"Would have been nice, but that's life. I'm still looking for new roles," Jake said.

"Second person is Harley. I actually came in my pants when he delivered that line about seeing dead people," John said. Aaron cracked up as Harley sat there looking at Jake.

"You and about half a million other girls and guys have said that to me. God, that's getting so old!" Harley sighed.

"Sorry to hear that," Daniel grinned.

"Okay Harley. Your turn," Taran said. Harley turned and smiled at Aaron. "This guy right here." That got a lot of approvals from everyone. Sometimes it's hard to find someone to love, especially if you're a celebrity. Everyone on the plane knew the story behind that relationship, and it didn't bother them at all. In fact, they were happy for them.

"You, Aaron?" Harley asked.

"You, of course," Aaron said, earning a kiss from Harley. "But I also like Yoshi. He looks so sexy when he's rocking out on his guitar."

"That's one of the reasons why I married him," Jeff said.

"No offense Jeff," Aaron quickly said.

"None taken. You're not the only one who's got the hots for my hubby. I accepted that fact long ago. It's not a big deal," Jeff said.

"Me, I'm hooked on Jeff. But I think Scott is cute," Yoshi said. They spent the rest of the flight going around and talking about things. Danny wished he had autopilot on the Lear so he could go back and join in the conversation. He wondered if Shiro had plenty of KY at the house. He decided to buy a bunch of tubes just in case. He had the distinct feeling things were going to get wild later. The radar beeped fifteen minutes later, signaling that it had found the radar beacon at Logan's Mountain, which is what Sammo had named it third day there.

"Gents, get your seatbelts on, we're landing," Danny called over the speaker. The plane landed with no problems, and everybody grabbed their carryons and followed Dan to the main house.

"Damn! This place is huge!" Dave exclaimed.

"First time here?" Danny asked.

"Yeah. We used to visit David at his ranch in Crystal Springs. Still can't believe he lost that place," Scott said.

"We'll have to give you the grand tour later. Getting kind of dark, and I need to return the Lear. I'll hand you gents over to the boys at the door. I'm sure that Shiro, Sammo, and Billy Golman are eager to see you guys," Dan said.

"Billy Golman's here?" Aaron asked. "He's cool!" Dan grinned. "I think so too." Aaron caught on. "He's one of us."

"I'll let him confirm that," Dan smiled, hitting the doorbell. Billy opened the door. "Oh cool! You're all here!" He stood back and let the guys into the house. Dan had a quick conversation with Shiro, and then went out the door and back to the plane. Shiro closed the door behind him.

"Hi you guys. Glad you could make it," Sammo said, coming into the foyer area.

"Wouldn't want to miss this shindig for the world, man. Thanks for inviting us all," Harley said, grinning. "Gonna be fun!"

"I'll second that," Jake grinned, noticing that Billy was staring at him. "Like what you see, Billy?" Billy blushed a deep red and turned to leave the room. Jake caught him quickly.

"Dude, its okay. Didn't mean to embarrass you. I like you too," Jake said. It clicked in Shiro's head. "Uh, you guys want to tell me something?"

"Got a place we can sit down?" Harley asked.

"Sure. Follow me," Shiro said. Everybody moved into the great room, dragging their luggage with them. It was a great room. It was three times the size of an average living room. Plenty of space, I didn't like having tons of furniture around. The guys scattered around the room and found a place to sit down. Taran remained standing, and explained what happened on the plane.

"There is a reason why we've never said anything to anybody else. First, there's client confidentiality. Using you, Jake, for an example, what you told us and what we did together was to be kept between us. I don't tell secrets. But I can't stop you from telling anybody else, and that is your privilege. Just make sure you don't tell the wrong person. The public would turn us into hamburger, and careers would get flushed down the drain. That goes for the rest of you. Second, it's a personal matter between you and us. We didn't want to cause trouble with our other clients, namely the rest of you guys. We value your friendships too much," Shiro said.

"I understand what you're saying, Shiro. I respect you guys tremendously for doing that, for trying to protect us. I for one, have no intention of ever saying anything beyond the property lines here. Got my word on that," Clint stated. Everybody else nodded agreement on that. Shiro felt much better hearing that.

"So, you got any munchies?" Jake asked innocently.

"Sure, in the kitchen," Shiro said. Seconds later, he was the only one standing there.

I woke around 2230 and went to the bathroom. I suddenly realized I hadn't called Shiro. I reached for the cell and took it into the bathroom. I hoped everything was all right up there. I didn't like leaving a client alone.

"Uncle Benjie's pizza," Shiro chanted when he answered.

"Master Chen's Chinese take out," I cracked.

"Dad! You all right? I was getting worried!" Shiro said.

"I'm fine, son. The Army situation is done, good guys won again. But I got really big news for you and Sammo," I said.

"What?" Shiro said.

"The both of you now have a younger brother," I stated. There was a pause on the other end. "A younger brother?"

"Yeah. He's eleven, red hair, white, nice hazel eyes. His name is Neil. I adopted him yesterday. Here's what happened," I said. It took me about fifteen minutes to tell Shiro everything. He didn't interrupt at all, just listened. I hoped he wasn't mad.

"You're not mad, are you son?" I asked.

"No, not at all. Dad, you are a really cool guy. I knew it when we first met," Shiro said. I felt ten feet [3 m] tall in that moment. "Thanks son. You sure know how to make an old man feel loved."

"You're not old, Dad! You just never grew up," he laughed.

"Thanks, son. I'll call you before I land in the morning. The storm is here now, and it's just too dangerous to fly out now," I said.

"I figured as much. I'll see you when I see you," Shiro said. I smiled. "Love you son."

"Love you Dad," Shiro said, and then hung up. I sat in the dark, my mind wandering back to the first days of Shiro and me together. I had to work hard to win his confidence, and once I had, wasted no time in giving him the love and affection he missed from his parents. Neil was going to be the same way. Sure he was calling me Dad now, but in time it would mean something to him. I had to work with him carefully. I padded back to bed, looking down at him as he slept. God, he looked like an angel. I slipped back under the covers and gently put his arms around him. Next thing I knew, he was slipping out of my arms. I woke up to see sunlight coming in around the heavy curtains over the window. I watched him go into the bathroom, and then come back to bed.

"Hey," I said. He grinned at me. "Hay is for horses, don'tcha know?" I groaned as he laughed. I quickly reached out and dragged him across my lap and tickled him for a bit. Neil laughed harder and writhed about on the bed.

"Now we're even," I said.

"Yabbits have long ears," he repeated the old joke, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Got me on that one," I sighed as he laughed again. I got out of bed and went to the window and looked out. It was a bright day out, not a cloud in sight. Turning back to the room, I saw Neil stretched out on the bed, his slim nude body a sight to see. I sat down next to him.

"Well, how about we get dressed, got get some breakfast, then fly out of here?" I suggested to him.

"Sounds like a plan," he said. I reached for the bag of new clothes and dumped them on the bed. There was a sweat set with the Denver Broncos on them, socks, shoes, and Star Wars briefs.

"Cool!" he grinned.

"I think so," I said. As he examined the package of briefs, I saw him getting erect. He realized what I was looking at and dropped his hands into his crotch.

"Neil, there's nothing wrong with getting a hard on. It's very normal, and healthy thing to happen to boys and men. It's a part of the growing up thing," I reassured him.

"It is? It's been happening a lot lately. I thought there was something wrong with me," Neil stated. He sat down between my legs and leaned back, making his hard five inches [12½ cm] stick up.

"Can I touch it?" I asked him.

He hesitated for a moment. "Sure."

I reached down and gently touched it. It felt hard and smooth. I caressed it gently, making him moan.

"Feels good?" I asked.

"Yes. Never had anybody touch me like that. You make it feel good," he confessed.

"You can make it feel good on your own. It's called masturbation," I said. I continued to touch and caress Neil, bringing my other hand up to his skinny chest. It was obvious that he didn't eat right, I could feel his ribcage under my fingers. Suddenly I felt different. I could feel what Neil was feeling. I realized that Neil must have made a mental connection with me, letting me feel what it was that he was. This was turning into a real experience. I kept touching and feeling him, kept wanking his five inches [12½ cm], getting him worked up, me worked up. I couldn't believe the feelings. So this is what a boy feels when he wanks. I kept going, my moans matching his, my feelings matching his. He was getting so close, and so was I. Suddenly he shivered, and I felt the cum race through his cock and out onto his tummy while feeling my cum race out of my cock and into his butt crack. After we finished our orgasms, we sighed and relaxed together.

"That was cool," he said. I blinked, finding myself back in my mind. "That was way wild."

"I thought you'd enjoy the experience," Neil said.

"This is something I'll never forget," I stated. Neil turned around and kissed me. "Thanks for teaching me that."

"There's a lot more pleasures I can teach you, Neil. But we will do it at your pace, in your time, in your own way. If I'm moving too fast for you, say so. I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for," I stated.

Neil looked at me. "I know. I could see that in your mind. I could see how much you loved other boys, including your two sons, my brothers to be. Don't worry. That's between you and me. I don't want to screw up a good thing. Besides, my parents approve of you. I talked to them last night."

"Neil, I'm glad of that. I want you to be totally comfortable around all of us. We will never hurt you," I said. Neil kissed me once more, then hopped off me and went into the bathroom to clean up. After we dressed, I checked out and we went to have breakfast. Sitting across from me, Neil looked like a totally different boy than the one I had brought to the hotel last night. Life was going to be fun with him around, there was no doubt of that. He got excited when he saw the plane.

"How fast does it go?" he chirped excitedly. Why are kids speed demons? Never fails to amaze me when they ask how fast something can go. I just sighed and shook my head. After the preflight check, we got underway, climbing to 1500 [500 m] in moments.

"Are we really that high?" he asked, pointing to the altimeter.

"Sure are," I replied. I started his first flying lesson right there, teaching him the controls. I actually let him fly the plane for a few minutes while I went and got some coffee for me and a soda for him. The joy and happiness on his face made the trip home enjoyable. I reached for the cell and dialed the number once I was fifteen minutes out.

"Flamingo Café," Shiro answered. I giggled. "RuPaul catering." Shiro howled with laughter. "Damn Dad, that was a good one!"

"Glad you think so. I'm fifteen minutes out," I reported.

"Cool. Be nice to have you home." I looked at Neil. "Want to say hello to your new brother?" Neil turned and looked at me, apprehension on his face. I held out the cell. He took it and looked at me. I nodded.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi Neil, this is Shiro, your big brother. Glad to meet you," Shiro said. A look of relief crossed his face. He was gonna be all right. I turned back to my flying as Neil walked into the cabin area.

"Glad to meet you. Dad told me about you," Neil said.

"You're going to like it here. Always something going on," Shiro laughed.

"That's cool," Neil replied.

"Okay! Listen, here's what's going on right now," Shiro said, then quickly briefed Neil on the big surprise.

"Way cool! I'll see you guys in a few minutes," Neil said, having heard me yell to buckle in. "We're landing now."

Shiro laughed. "Goody. The fun begins!" Neil closed the cell, a big grin on his face.

I brought the plane down in a perfect landing. The runway was clear. Shiro or one of the others must have cleared the snow off it. Neil bounded off the plane before I could stop him.

"Wow. It's snowing," he said, completely awestruck. I scooped up some snow. "Hold out your hands." He did, and I put the snowball in his hands. He slowly squeezed it, breaking it apart.

"I've never been in the snow," he said. "This is awesome." I could see the amazement in his face. This was another new experience for him.

"We could build snowmen and play in the snow later," I suggested. He looked up at me. "Cool!" I picked up the overnight bag and followed him to the main house. He ran up to the porch and I saw Shiro open the door for him. I hoped that Shiro would be okay with this. Walking through the door, I dropped the bag on the floor and hung up my heavy coat. I could hear Neil's voice in the great room. I walked in that direction, not suspecting anything until I rounded the corner.

"SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! A dozen voices yelled at me.

I stood there in shock. This I didn't expect. Shiro was standing there with a big shit eating grin on his face. Everyone was pointing at me and laughing. Danny was trying to videotape me and laugh at the same time.

"Oh my God," was all I could say.

"Happy birthday Dad!" Shiro said. I reached out and hugged him once my heart settled down again.

"Wow, this is so cool. Guys, this is a real surprise!" Everyone clapped and laughed, then started to sing as Sammo brought out the cake. Halfway towards me, he tripped. I watched in horror as the cake flew through the air. It suddenly stopped in mid air, along with Sammo. Sammo rose in the air and got set back on his feet.

"Go ahead, take it Sammo," Neil said. The room was totally silent as Sammo stepped forward and took it. Jake was the one who finally broke the silence.

"You got the Force," he whispered.

I stepped forward and quickly took charge. "You could call it that. Can we talk about that later?" People nodded to that, as I turned to Neil. He seemed okay, just a little quiet. Sammo carried the cake to the long table set up by the kitchen. He set it in the center, and I sat in front of it. I looked up at Shiro, Neil, and Sammo.

"Come on guys, get in the picture," I suggested. That broke the spell over everybody as the three boys gathered around me. I put my left arm around Neil, pulling him in close.

"No matter what, you're one of us," I whispered in his ear. He smiled to that, and I knew that was what he needed to hear. The usual pictures were taken, and then everyone crowded around the table.

"Go ahead, make a wish and blow out the candles," Taran urged.

"Don't need to make a wish. I've got what's important to me already," I smiled. Everyone nodded on that. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles. The cheers rang around the room as I grinned.

"Glad we didn't need the fire extinguisher!" Sammo cracked. Everyone laughed again. I couldn't help myself. I swiped a bit of frosting on my finger and licked it off.

"So, what next?" I asked.

"Well, there's dinner," Shiro said.

"Food?" Neil perked up. I closed my eyes and groaned as everyone laughed at my expression.

"What's wrong with my being eager about food? I'm a growing kid!" Neil whined. I sighed as the room rang with laughter. Now I had another food monster to deal with. Shiro pointed the way into the kitchen and I went in. The kitchen table was loaded with barbequed food, green salad, potato salad, and other assorted food. I actually got first crack at the food this time around. I loaded up two plates, knowing this might be my only chance to get anything. Setting down the plates at the head of the two fold out tables that Shiro had set up for everyone to sit at, I saw him move his head toward the den. I excused myself and went into the den. Perching on the edge of the desk, Shiro informed me of the latest events. Granted, I wasn't too thrilled about everyone putting two and two together, but it couldn't be helped. All those guys were bound to find out sooner or later.

"Son, you handled things better than I could. Glad they agreed to keep this to themselves," I said. "Only problem now is Neil. The only experience he's had was this morning with me." I told him all about that. Shiro was impressed.

"New research project?" he asked.

"Definitely. Start it when everyone goes home," I said. "As for tonight, we'll play it by ear. See how that goes." Shiro nodded agreement, and then we went back out and joined the party. If I had known I was going to be burning off some serious calories, I'd have eaten more. I sat and watched everyone. They were making an effort to include Neil in the conversations. It seemed to me that he was paying real close attention to Scott, and that Scott was returning the attention. That was good, because I didn't want Neil to feel left out of things. I went back into the kitchen to look for seconds. Unlucky me, because there wasn't much of anything left. No biggie. I went back out to the great room and sat in my favorite chair with sake and relaxed for a bit. The guys actually cleaned things up a bit and then they found a place to sit in the great room. Scott remained standing.

"Well, I guess Shiro told you what happened yesterday," Scott began.

"He did. He also told me what you guys said, and I'm okay with that," I said.

"Good. Because all of us decided we would get together and start a little club. This club is open to the members of Samurai Inc., and those who have been protected by Samurai Inc. Only rule is that nothing is ever to be said outside the property lines of Logan's Mountain," Scott informed me. Oooohhhh. I'm starting to like the sound of this.

"What's the initiation?" I asked.

"Depends on the person," Scott answered.

"Um, I've never really done anything," Neil stated.

"You know what we're talking about?" Scott asked.

"Got an idea. I saw Dave and Taran kissing in the hall earlier, and Harley was touching Aaron's pants," Neil said, face blushing.

"Are you okay with that?" Harley asked.

"David says it's what all boys do," Neil replied.

"Okay, cool. We'll go real easy on you. Neil's initiation is to get a cum bath," Scott announced to the approvals of everyone, including me.

Neil blinked. "What's a cum bath? What's cum?"

Shiro grinned. "Cum is the white stuff that comes out of a penis when you play with it. Can you cum?"

"Sure. Did it this morning with David," Neil said.

I looked at Neil. "Was that the first time you ever came?"

"Yup!" Neil said proudly. Scott grinned and went into the kitchen. He came back out with a bottle of champagne and cups. Passing out the cups to all of us, he poured the champagne out, even to Neil.

"Okay. I want to make a toast. To Neil, congratulations on becoming a man today. May your life be filled with lots of happiness and joy here at Logan's Mountain," Scott said, raising his cup. Everyone else did so, and applauded Neil. Boy did his face light up with joy. I'm sure this night will be one of his best memories.

"So now what?" Neil asked.

"Would you let me undress you?" Scott asked. "Just understand one thing. We will not push you into anything you don't want to do or are not ready for."

Neil nodded. "I believe you." Scott slowly undressed Neil, taking the time to pleasure him with light, soft touches. By the time Scott pulled Neil's jeans down, the boy was riding high. Jake whistled at his choice of briefs.

"Those look so sexy on you," he said. They were. They were multicolored ones, the back piece was blue, side panels were red, and the fly part was yellow. They did make him look very appealing. They were also tenting out a bit.

"Somebody's excited," Daniel grinned. Neil grinned. He held onto Scott's shoulders while Scott slipped the briefs down off him. Neil stood there in all of his natural glory. He really looked handsome.

"Neil, you're really good looking," Aaron said. The guys got up and stripped their clothes off quickly. Neil watched in wide-eyed anticipation. His cock throbbed a bit.

"Wow. You guys are different," he observed.

"Good or bad?" Clint asked as he stood there pulling on himself.

"Good, I guess. Some of you guys have more skin than others on your penises. Why's that?" Neil asked.

"It's called foreskin. The reason some of us don't have that is because we were circumcised when we were born," Sammo answered.

"Oh," Neil nodded. Scott led Neil to a plastic sheet on the floor and helped him lie down on it.

"Nothing to be afraid of, all we are going to do is wank off and squirt our boy seed onto you. That's the initiation," Scott informed him. Neil must have liked the idea, because his cock came up again. He relaxed as the eleven teens, Danny and me gathered around him. We grabbed our cocks and started stroking. I felt the nice feelings come up from inside me. I hadn't done something like this in a long time and it filled me with excitement. Through my haze I could hear the pants and heavy breathing. Jake was the first to unload.

"Oh God, here I go!" he called out, his cum flying everywhere on Neil. Neil squealed with joy, and that pushed all the other guys over the edge. A moment later, the deed was done. Neil was covered from head to toe with thick boy/teen/man cum.

"Wow! That was neat!" Neil grinned. I had to laugh.

"You looked like you were enjoying it." Scott turned to me. "For your initiation, you get to lick him clean."

I got on my knees in a hurry and started licking Neil clean. I started with his toes and worked my way up his slim nude body. He had his eyes closed and was panting. No doubt he was enjoying this new pleasure. I kept going, enjoying the taste of boy/teen cum. Man, there is no sweeter taste than that! I left Neil's cock for last, because I wanted to give him that special pleasure from me. Once I finished his face, I looked down at him.

"Seems I forgot a spot," I said, and descended on his erect five inches [12½ cm]. Scott told me later that he wished he had a camera for the expression on Neil's face when I sucked his cock into my mouth. Too bad. I would have liked to have seen that. I worked on Neil's cock for five minutes, slowing down when he was about to cum, and then speeding up when he was relaxed again. His young body twitched and thrashed about under me. I had no doubt he was enjoying it. What I didn't know was that he had 'connected' with everyone and was giving them a taste of what it was like for the other person. I was too busy concentrating on Neil, I wasn't aware of was going on. Finally Neil reached his bursting point.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, shooting his sweet young cream in to my mouth hard and fast. I sucked it hard, wanting every drop. Once he stopped giving it up, I let him go and then sat back on my heels. The guys were blinking their eyes.

"Woah, what a trip man," Sammo sighed.

"No shit," Aaron commented, acting like he was drunk. I realized what had happened.

"Thought I'd share the experience," Neil said. "You mad at me?"

I took him into my arms. "No. I'm not mad. That was nice of you." I gave him a big hug. This truly was a very unique and special boy. Everyone applauded as Neil stood up.

"Congrats, you're one of us now," Shiro shook his hand then hugged him. Scott stretched out on the couch. "I'll sit this one out, guys. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Daniel said.

"Come here cutie," Scott wiggled his finger at Neil. Neil giggled and walked over to Scott. Scott pulled Neil up onto him and put him between his legs and hugged him.

"Why don't you sit up here with your brother Scott and relax with me. I'll be glad to answer any questions for you provided Daddy agrees," Scott said, looking at me.

"I don't have a problem with that. Besides, he's really not ready for any of this activity that's going to happen," I said. Neil snuggled up against Scott's naked body. "I'll be fine, David."

"Good enough for me," I said.

"Round robin!" A voice called.

"Birthday boy in position!" another voice called. Hey, that was just fine with me. I get the best of both worlds, sucking cock and getting it up my ass. I got on my hands and knees and a cock tapped my lips, while another one slipped it's way up my ass. Both ends of me were now occupied. I was feeling really good now. Shiro and Sammo got to me first. They had the right, they were my sons. They did their best to please me. Shiro's cock felt so good in my ass. Shiro shot first, cumming seconds before Sammo did. I loved the feeling of cum in both ends. Aaron plugged my ass next, while Harley fed his cock to my waiting mouth. Oh the joy of boy/teen cock in me! I wished this would never stop! Harley moaned loudly as he came, his sweet sperm going down his throat. Aaron did his scales while cumming in my ass. As the next pair of guys took their place, I glanced over to Scott and Neil. Scott was whispering in Neil's ear while gently caressing his body. Neil had a look of total bliss on his face. I appreciated Scott for giving up his pleasure just to take care of Neil. He really liked the little guy. Neil didn't seem to be bothered by the sight of his new Father getting fucked by horny guys and sucking cocks. I turned my attention to Clint cock while Daniel Jorgenson proceeded to plug my ass.

"Here's where ya'll find out why I got the Lion nick," he announced. I had wondered that myself. Now I was about to find out. I had never been fucked by Daniel, and now I was about to be. He slipped in easy, the first two fuckers had opened me up nicely. I swallowed Clint cock and began to pleasure him. I felt him shiver with excitement.

"David, you do that soooooooo good," he moaned.

"Man this is good," Daniel sighed as he started fucking me. His cock felt good in my ass. It was a bit thicker than I was used to, but it felt just as nice. Both boys started working their cocks in and out of me as their feelings mounted. Daniel started fucking me intensely, working towards his release.

"Cumming… I'm cumming!" he panted, then threw back his head and roared out loud, sounding like a lion and I felt him cum. Clint stopped for a moment in shock.

"Damn, we got a wild animal in here!" he yelled. The room broke up in laughter as he started fucking my mouth again. I couldn't laugh very well, having teen cock in my mouth. Daniel sighed as he slipped out of me.

"So good," Clint squeaked as he came, firing his load down my throat.

"Tasty," I commented. Jake didn't wasted time. He slid himself into my ass.

"Been needing this," he sighed, starting to fuck. John's cock was at my mouth. I took it in and began to suck it gently. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"So hot," he muttered. Jake didn't last long unfortunately. "Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!" He leaned over me, his cock still planted inside of me and kissed John. John's tongue chased Jake's for a moment, then they kissed again. Jake backed out of me and stood behind John. He tickled John's sensitive spots, making John shiver.

"Here I go," he whispered. I swallowed John's cum down my throat as fast as he shot it. He sighed, and then kissed me. I recognized Taran's cock snaking it's way up inside me. He was the oldest client in my books, but the feelings for him remained strong. Bob smiled at my reaction as he took his place in front of me.

"Recognized that one, huh!" he laughed. I sucked that Muphitt cock into my mouth and began sucking as I felt Taran's cock plunging in and out of my deep ass. Man, that felt soooooo good! Taran went to town on me, fucking hard and fast. I sucked Bob cock as hard as I could. The teen slapped the back of my shoulders like he was drumming a pattern out for a song. Then suddenly he gasped out loud.

"Yeah man!" he shouted. His cum erupted out of his cock and down my throat. Man did that set him off! He kept trying to shove his cock deep into my throat, wanting to give me more of his cum. Taran wasn't too far behind, shoving his cock harder into me. He practically lifted me off the floor when he came into me.

"Take my hot juice in your tight ass!" he yelled as he unloaded his cum. I ground my ass against his hips, trying to please him more. Taran panted like a dog in heat as he fucked fast and hard. I milked him as best as I could. When he finished ejaculating, he fell to the floor exhausted.

"Man that felt good," he said, kissing my ass cheeks. The odd man out was Dave Muphitt.

"Decisions, decisions," he said, circling me. I didn't hesitate; I knocked him off his feet and dived on his tall slender cock. There was laughter at the goofy look on his face as I started to suck his cock. I could hear the sounds of pleasure going on in the room, sweet sounds of boy voices voicing their pleasure. I worked on Dave's cock for a bit, wanting to make this good for him. Dave's eyes were closed, and he was thrashing about as he enjoyed the pleasure of having his teen cock sucked.

"Getting close," he whispered, and then suddenly he was cumming. I sucked it up as quickly as I could, enjoying the taste of teen cum. Boy, that was nice. I really enjoyed that nice treat. Once Dave was done cumming, I backed off and Taran jumped down and cuddled up next to him.

"Enjoyed it lover?" Taran asked.

"Definitely," he grinned. I left the two lovers alone and looked around. The guys had paired off and were immensely enjoying each other's bodies and sex. Jake and John were sixty nining, Bob Muphitt was screwing Danny, Harley was getting the tongue treatment from Aaron, Yoshi was sitting on Jeff's cock, enjoying himself immensely. Daniel was screwing Jake, while Clint was doing John. I sat down in a chair and enjoyed the show. The rest of the night was a blur, but I can tell you that I enjoyed a bit of boysex. Somewhere during the celebration, Scott stood up with Neil in his arms. The little guy had conked out. Scott whispered in my ear that he was taking Neil up to bed and not to worry. I nodded agreement and watched Scott carry Neil up the stairs. I too, eventually got tired and went up to bed myself. It had been a long exciting day for me.

Waking up the next morning, I had the strangest sensation on my cock. I looked down the bed covers to see something going up and down where my crotch is. I pulled back the covers to find a grinning Neil working my cock.

"Thought you'd like the wake up call," he grinned. Laughter came from the doorway as I grinned back. Looking up, I saw the guys standing there. I just shook my head as Neil finished me off. It felt nice to let a load down his throat. Neil licked it all up, then cuddled next to me. Shiro came in with coffee and the morning paper. I settled down with Neil next to me and read the paper for a bit while he napped.

About an hour later, he woke up. I led him down to the kitchen to find it still intact. Thank God for that. I looked out the kitchen window to see the guys staging a snowball fight. Neil begged to go out, but not until he had breakfast and dressed warmly. Once that had been done, he bounced out of the house with such enthusiasm. The guys turned and hit him with a few, and then Neil retaliated with a few of his own. I sat on the porch for a bit and watched the fun. Next thing I knew, I quickly became the target of a dozen snowballs. I jumped out of the chair and grabbed some snow, made a few snowballs, and attacked back. Once we ran out of steam, I realized I was wet.

I guided the troops to the group showers I had built in the gym area of the house. I was glad I did. Everyone stripped down and threw their wet clothes into a pile for the dryer. I kept Neil with me as the rest of the guys goofed around in the showers. Neil by now had seemed to have gotten used to being naked around us and the other boys. I took my time in washing his body. Neil took delight in the attention he was getting from me. I turned in time to see Jake taking Daniel's cock in his ass. Jake moaned with pleasure as Daniel slow fucked him. The other guys slowly stroked their cocks while watching. After Daniel roared, Scott Muphitt took his turn. Each boy took his turn plugging Jake, doing it slow and careful. Jake for his part seemed to enjoy it. I sat down on the bench and dried Neil's body while we watched Daniel become the pincushion for excited male cock. I gently stroked Neil's hard cock to orgasm, the boy writhing against me. Each guy had his turn being the pincushion until it ended with Danny. Danny enjoyed himself, urging each fucker to fuck him hard. Neil and I stayed out, we didn't do anything beyond my masturbating Neil. Afterwards, we all went back upstairs to relax by the fire and enjoy some hot chocolate. Danny was running the clothes through the dryer so that everyone would have dry stuff for their trip home.

"Who's birthday is next?" Jake asked. I thought for a moment. "Shiro's."

"Cool! Do this again?" Daniel asked.

"Sure. It's in the spring, around May," I replied.

Shiro's face lit up. "Way cool!"

We had to laugh at that. Danny came back moments later with dry clothes. Everyone got dressed and stood up. Danny had the Lear packed and ready to go. Daniel was the first to kiss me good-bye. As each guy kissed and hugged me, I thanked them for the birthday. Neil gave Scott a big hug. Those two seemed to hit it off, and I was glad of that. Neil's coming here really couldn't have been better planned. These guys made him feel welcome and helped him to fit in. But I knew I had a lot of work cut out for me with Neil. Even though he seemed fine now, he still had unresolved issues. I vowed to work with him and help him the best I could. Shiro and Sammo were flying out with Danny to help him, so that left us at home together. Neil and I stood on the runaway and waved to the guys in the plane, and then watched it take off into the afternoon sky.

"There they go," he said softly.

"They'll be back. They are family friends," I said.

Neil nodded. "Now what?" he asked.

"Now we take care of you," I said. "We help you learn about yourself and your powers. We help you learn to control your powers. Most of all, we will love you for who you are, a boy named Neil."

Neil wrapped his arms around me and cried. I believed down in my heart that this was the beginning for Neil's new life here. Life goes on, and so must we.

The guest star this time will be 14-year-old Micko Howard. He costarred with Bruce Wilkes in a great suspense movie. To my knowledge, Micko isn't gay, and this story does not mean that he is. Remember readers, this series, and this story, is total fiction. It never happened. As for 'Neil' having powers, there are actual documented cases of people possessing telekinetic and telepathic powers.
Any sentences in purple italics are thought speak. And now, the feature presentation..

The snow fell gently as I sipped a mug of hot tea, watching it through the big picture window. It seemed so peaceful and serene. I sighed and turned my attention to the room in front of me. The fire blazed nicely in the fireplace as I turned my attention to it. A motion to my left caught my attention. Neil walked into the room and sat down on the couch with a notebook crammed with Shiro's research into his abilities. In the two months that Neil's been here, having joined the family, he's learned to trust us, become part of our family.

The first few weeks he tested us, wanting to know if we would reject him. All of us kept on telling him that we loved and cared about him, and that we wanted him here. Shiro wisely didn't push the issue of his talents, instead spending time with him. Sammo knew he'd have Shiro to himself at night, and he tried his best to make Neil feel at home as well.

Neil had his own room, having picked it out for himself. I asked him how he wanted it, and had it fixed up the way he wanted it. I liked it myself, wishing it was one I could have had when I was his age. Neil had chosen a wildlife scheme, one wall done up with a forest stream on it with animals standing there. It was a copy of a photo I had taken weeks before, and when Neil saw it he wanted it as a poster in his room. I did him one better, having it covering one wall completely. He loved it.

He had nightmares for the first couple of weeks, often coming into bed with Dan and me. Dan understood, and accepted that. Both of us made sure he didn't catch us doing anything. Once the nightmare stage passed, he started staying his room, but with the door open. He wanted to be sure he could get to me if needed.

Once he settled down, he turned his attention to his emerging powers. Jake Llewellyn sent Neil the Star Wars Jedi Academy books, and any other books that mentioned the 'Force' extensively. Neil appreciated the books, and Shiro read them too, doing research on them as well. I decided to wait to register Neil in school until he had mastered some control over his abilities. I told the school board that he was still very troubled over the loss of his parents. They surprised me by sending Neil a card and a letter wishing him well. That made me feel good about having moved here. Neil had decided he wanted to set up a 'connection' to all of us, explaining that in a situation, we could 'talk' to each other. Neil had tested his telepathic ability one day with Shiro as the 'receiver' when he went to town. Shiro 'heard' him very clearly, which made us wonder if there were any limits to his abilities. If there were, we'd find out. He worked on his telepathic abilities the most, since they could cause him to have trouble in school. Neil figured out a way to build a 'wall' in his mind to block out people's thoughts so they wouldn't overwhelm him. I had never thought of that, and Shiro's research proved Neil's decision to do that wise. He'd go nuts if he couldn't keep other people's thoughts out of his head. As for his telekinesis (the ability to move object with the mind), he slowly made progress in controlling that part. Doing single tasks was a snap for him. Multitasking would definitely be a challenge for him. All of us told him to take his time, don't worry about trying to rush his powers.

"I'd rather see you work at it very slowly rather than rushing yourself," Shiro told him one day, "If you rushed yourself, you could end up hurting yourself. We don't want to see you get hurt."

Neil saw the wisdom in those words, and slowed down a lot more. He was relaxing a lot more around us, becoming more sure of himself. There were days I wanted to help him, but I had to restrain myself, knowing that he would come to us with anything. Being a kid in puberty can be a rough time. Your body changing, your mind expanding with new knowledge, your emotions riding a never ending roller coaster, your view of the world changing, and wanting to be independent. Some kids handle that well and other's don't. Be nice if adults could be more helpful to them, instead of condemning them.

Neil was becoming more comfortable about the sex that went on in the house. Apparently he was a nudist, having grown up in a home where the nudist lifestyle was practiced. One morning he came down to breakfast in his birthday suit. I choked on my coffee as Neil walked into the kitchen.

"Something wrong?" Neil asked.

"You forgot to dress," I managed to say.

Neil blushed. "I'm sorry. It's that I'm used to being naked all the time. My parents did it ever since I can remember. I'll go get dressed."

He started past me and I grabbed him by the shoulders. "Neil, if this is what you are used to and this makes you feel comfortable, then I have no problem with it. Just wear a long shirt when you come down for breakfast. Hot liquid spills do hurt the personal gear," I said.

Neil giggled through his tears and then hugged me. He dashed back upstairs, leaving me with something to think about. We are all very sexual around here, constantly making love anywhere the mood struck us. So maybe Neil did have something there. I had done it extensively when I was in the Seal Teams, and then more than ever after I got out. When I had the house in Crystal Springs I did it non-stop until Shiro came to live with me. Then I had stopped it out of respect for Shiro. All of us had seen each other naked, why not do it full time again? I decided it was time for a family council.

"Guys, we need to discuss some things here," I said once breakfast was cleared away.

"What's on your mind, Dad? Provided you do have one," Shiro cracked.

"Funny boy!" I growled as everyone laughed.

"A couple of things. One, how would everyone feel about adopting a nudist lifestyle around here? We see each other naked so many times already, and it is just us guys around here."

Neil grinned at that. Shiro, Sammo, and Dan scratched their faces for a moment.

"Really not a bad idea. It's not like we don't know what the other has," Sammo said.

"My parents and I did it all the time. It's really relaxing and you feel much more comfortable with yourself," Neil stated.

"I used to do it all the time before you came to live with me as my son Shiro," I said.

"So why did you stop?" Shiro asked.

"I wasn't sure how you would feel about it," I said.

"So why didn't you ask?" Shiro questioned.

"I didn't think of that," I replied.

"I'm for it," Dan spoke up.

"Agreed," Sammo replied.

"I'm with that," Shiro nodded.

"Then it's unanimous," I said.

We've been doing it since then. That was about a month ago. I had forgotten how comfortable it was. Felt right, and natural. Of course we set down some rules about it. One, shirts and shorts worn at meal times. Second, if we go hiking in the woods, we definitely wear hiking clothes, taking care to tuck long pants inside the hiking boots so that nothing gets inside the pants. Out on the grass or around the pool was fine. Third, we would do it if our 'special clients' were okay with it, and fourth, never when company was on site. That was it. Everyone was agreeable with that. At first it was a bit strange, but after awhile, it became a natural thing to do, and nobody thought twice about it.

My mind came back to the present when I heard Neil go into the kitchen. I looked up at him as he walked past.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Just going to get me a snack. Want something?" he asked.

"Sure. Whatever you're having is fine," I said.

"Cool! I was going to build an ice cream sundae three stories tall. You sure about that?" he giggled.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he laughed at my expression. If Shiro and Sammo's eating habits were bad, Neil's was worse. He could thrash the kitchen totally in less than one minute, which was a new record. He kept laughing as he walked into the kitchen. Kids. What can you do?

"Someone say ice cream sundae?" Shiro asked, popping up out of nowhere and making me jump out of my chair in shock.

"You got good hearing kiddo," I said, settling back down again. Anyone mentions food around here and Shiro or Sammo will beat you to the kitchen. I can guarantee you that. I noticed Sammo moping about like he had something serious on his mind. I stood up and stretched and walked over to Sammo.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked, concerned.

"Just got something on my mind," Sammo said.

"Let's go into the den and talk," I said, leading the way. Closing the door, I sat down in my lazy boy in the corner while Sammo sat on the couch Indian style, giving me a nice view of his gear.

"What's on your mind?" I asked. Sammo sighed.

"I've got some serious concerns about Neil, Dad. Don't get me wrong, I think that he's a great kid, and I feel sorry for him having to deal with all of what he's been through, but his powers kinda scare me."

"In what way?" I asked.

"Well, there's his ability to get into people's minds for starters. It feels strange to have him inside my mind, knowing everything there is about me and knowing my personal thoughts and feelings," Sammo said.

I nodded. This was something I hadn't thought of myself. Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to share things in my mind with Neil, but he had opened himself up to me first, and I had returned the favor. Neil had promised me that he'd keep everything to himself, and he had. I knew I could trust him. I didn't think anyone else in the family would be having their doubts about Neil, but Sammo was, and now I had to deal with this.

"Sammo, have you talked to Neil about what you're feeling?" I asked.

"No, simply because I didn't want to hurt his feelings and upset him," Sammo replied.

"Okay. Perhaps I need to establish some guidelines with Neil about when it's appropriate to 'connect' with us. He established the links with us so that he could 'connect' with us when it was necessary. I don't think he would go creeping around in our minds unless he asked us first. That would be invading a person's private space. I'll talk to him about that. Anything else?" I asked.

"There's his ability to make things move with his mind. Makes me nervous when he does that. It's just so weird to see things floating in mid air and nobody's touching or holding the things," Sammo said.

"Sammo, he's trying to learn what he can do with these abilities. Someday these abilities will be needed in a situation, and you will be glad do it. For example, what if you lost two clips of ammo for the weapon you had in your hand at the moment, and the tangos saw that? They won't stop shooting to let you get them back. Neil could locate them and give them to you without you or any one of us getting hurt trying to recover them. There are so many possibilities that he could cover for us. However, we can't get too dependent on Neil. All of us still need to train hard to keep our respective abilities in shape. I still need all of you. You, Shiro, and Danny are very much part of this family, and Samurai Inc. There's no way Neil would ever take anybody's place. You guys are just too important to me," I said.

Sammo nodded at my words.

"Thanks for listening, Dad. I'll do my best to give him a chance. I won't let him down." Sammo and I hugged before he went out.

I sat back down in my recliner and drummed my fingers on the table next to it. It occurred to me that Jake Llewellyn had been the only one to react to Neil's abilities the night of the party. I wondered why the others hadn't reacted. Maybe it was time to make some phone calls, talk to everyone about things.

Five hours later, I ended the last call, having talked to Billy Golman. The general consensus had been that Neil was just an average kid in everybody's eyes. His only difference was that he had mutant abilities. Each guy had asked me why should they treat Neil any different because he was a mutant. I couldn't answer that question because it really was up to them how they felt about Neil. Out of the twelve boys that I talked to that was at the party, only one expressed his deep concerns that Neil could use private information in his head against him. I convinced him that would never happen, because I felt that Neil was a good kid, having come from a good family. I promised Bob Muphitt that I would sit down with Neil and talk to him. Just as I hung up the phone, Neil tapped on my den door.

"Can I come in?" he asked. I turned to the door.

"Sure, anytime."

He came in with a cup of hot tea and sat down on the couch by me.

"I've noticed that Sammo has been keeping his distance from me. Have I done anything wrong?"

I sighed.

"No, Neil. You haven't done anything wrong."

"Is he afraid of me?" Neil asked.

He caught the hesitation in my face. Setting down his tea, he went out of the den. I quickly followed him. Neil found Sammo in the game room.

"Why are you afraid of me?" Neil asked him. Sammo had been playing pool with Shiro, with Dan looking on. Sammo looked at Neil and then at me, sighing.

"Is it because you're afraid that I'd be poking around in your mind without asking you?" Neil asked, getting angry.

Sammo nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, it will never happen. I would never do that to you. The only time I would be in there is if we are working together on a situation and we needed to communicate with each other. I would ask you first if I could. It's your private space, much like your bedroom is. I would never go in there without knocking on the door and asking if I could come in. It's common courtesy to do so. I will never do that to any of you, or the people we are protecting!" Neil yelled, getting angry. He turned and stomped out of the room.

We stood there in silence after he left. Perhaps he understood more about his powers than we thought. He was constantly reading all the research that Shiro pulled off the net and the Jedi books as well. Sammo put down his pool stick and started after Neil. Shiro took hold of his arm.

"Let him be for a bit, love. Let him have a bit of time to settle down," Shiro counseled.

Sammo nodded and sat down on the couch.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No. I feel like I've pushed him away from us. I'm sorry," Sammo said.

"It's all right. We'll fix things with him and hopefully everything will be okay. You know he would never deliberately hurt us in any way. He loves us a lot, and we need to let him know we love him lots back," I said.

Everyone nodded, agreeing with what I said. I went into the kitchen and got some coffee. About fifteen minutes later, Sammo went up the stairs. I heard him knock on Neil's door, and then open it and go in. I don't know what was said between them, but Sammo came down about an hour later and gave me the thumbs up. Apparently everything had been settled between them. I sighed with relief. That was good. I decided not to ask what had been said, because it was a matter between them. I hoped that things would be okay. I sipped my coffee and let my thoughts wander a bit. I glanced into the great room and wondered where to put the Christmas tree. This would be our first Christmas here on Logan's Mountain, a first for Sammo and Neil with us, not to leave out Dan as well.

"What are you thinking about?" Danny asked, breaking into my thoughts.

"Getting a Christmas tree, and where to put it. Any ideas?" I replied.

"Family council?" Dan asked.

I nodded.

"Call it." Dan did, going round and finding everyone. I sat in my overstuffed easy chair and waited until everyone was sitting down.

"Okay, I propose a Christmas tree hunt tomorrow. Any ideas as to where we should put it?" I asked the group. I got a few ideas, but quickly rejected them. It was Neil who came up with the best one.

"How about by the stairs? It curves to the left as you go up them, creating a natural bowl of sorts. The tree would be perfect there," he proposed. Dan jumped up and moved the two-person love seat that was there and we looked at it. Neil was right. It was a perfect spot for it.

"All those in favor of Neil's suggestion, say aye, all those opposed say nay," I said.

We all voted Neil's suggestion in. That's where the tree would go.

"We leave in the morning after breakfast," I stated.

"Dress warmly, it's gonna be cold."

Neil woke us the next morning, jumping up and down eagerly on my bed.

"Come on, come on! Let's go!" he cried excitedly, his hazel eyes shining brightly. Danny and I groaned, slowly coming awake. I stretched, feeling my bones and muscle pop. I looked up at the nude eleven year old and sighed. Danny just grinned.

"Tickle attack!" he yelled, sweeping Neil's feet from under him. Neil landed on his back in the middle of the bed as Danny attacked, tickling Neil as the boy shrieked with laughter. Sammo and Shiro dashed in and joined in the fun. I lay there and watched them do it. They relaxed after another moment or two, catching their breaths.

"You know, this is what family is all about. Being together, playing together, working together. All of us are here right now, united together. I know that as long as we stay united, we can work through any problem that comes our way. All you guys need to know is that I love each and every one of you very much and that I will always be there for you no matter what," I said. Neil crawled over to me and hugged me tight. Then Shiro joined in, then Danny, and Sammo. I loved these group hugs, it really made me feel so tall.

"Let's get going," I said a few minutes later.

"I'll get something going in the kitchen," Sammo said, backing off and going out the door of the bedroom. Neil ran into my bathroom and took care of his immediate needs as Danny and I got up and stretched once again. Neil ran past us and out the door with Shiro following. Dan and I dressed each other and met a dressed Neil in the hall. He was definitely ready to go! I grinned at his enthusiasm. Oh, to be that young again. Sammo had fixed a thermos of coffee and one with hot chocolate. Shiro had gone out to the equipment shed and gathered up what we would need and secured them on a toboggan. He checked the snowmobiles and started them up, warming up the engines. Each one of us had our own snowmobiles except Neil. When he gets a bit older, I'll get him one. For now, he would double up with Shiro or Sammo. But Sammo had different ideas.

"Don't start mine! I wanna ride on the toboggan with Neil!" he shouted to Shiro.

"Okay! Will do," Shiro answered back as Neil danced with joy. I looked at Sammo. He simply nodded to me and I had the idea that this was his way to try and make up with Neil. I nodded my approval. I looked to see Dan walking into the kitchen with his hunting rifle, a 30.06.

"Never know if we're going to need it," he stated. Out of habit, I had strapped on my H&K 9mm, and decided to take the MP-5 as well. Shiro had gotten into the habit of carrying his ninja-to (a Japanese Ninja's fighting sword), and Sammo carried throwing knives. He was so good with them. All of us could shoot guns, but Neil hadn't yet. I wanted to teach him in a way that it wouldn't be scary to him. If you teach a child to handle and respect guns in a non-threatening manner, they will always come out just fine. Once the breakfast dishes were cleared away, we set out. The toboggan was hitched to Shiro's snow machine. I knew he'd drive safely. He had rigged up safety straps for Neil to grab on to and hold. Sammo sat behind him to help keep the sled from flying and to help protect Neil. I grinned at Neil.

"Is the word given?" I asked him. The excitement shone in his eyes.

"The word is given! Ahead, full speed!" I laughed as Shiro gave his machine the gas and took off.

He was scared. The fear gripped his soul, his heart as he ran through the forest, trying to keep ahead of them. He shivered in the cold snow, his only protection was his boxers. He could hear the dogs baying in the distance. Why were they chasing him? Why did they want him? The questions spun round in his mind, but no answers. He turned in a new direction, clawing at the snow in front of him as he climbed the snow bank. All he could remember was sitting in his friend's house, playing a video game when the eight men crashed through the windows and doors, grabbing him and tying him up. They had pressed a smelly cloth to his nose, and he had passed out. When he awoke, they had him in a chair, asking him questions about some code thing. He had panicked, telling them he didn't know anything, to let him go. They had slapped him a few times, and he freaked even more. The men had eventually left the room, leaving him alone. He managed to calm down and relax. He looked around the room to see where he was. There was only one window there, and it was covered. He was sitting in the chair in just his Mickey Mouse boxers, tied firmly to it. They had closed the door so he couldn't see out of the room. He tried standing up on his toes but that failed and he toppled over, falling on the floor. He bit his lip trying not to cry out form the pain from his landing on the floor. He did something right, because now the ropes were looser. He managed to wiggle out from the bonds that held him there to the chair. Rubbing his wrists and ankles, he looked back to the window. It was his only avenue of escape. Going to the window, he pulled the drapes aside to see snow on the ground. He was shocked. He was supposed to be at his friend's house in Beverly Hills! He didn't waste time, but managed to open the window quietly. The cold air hit his bare skin as he crawled out the window. Thank God he had been on the ground floor, and not on the second story, if there had been one. His body shivered from the cold as his bare feet touched the ground. He reasoned to himself that if he kept moving, he'd be all right. He turned and ran in the direction of the rising morning sun. He ran for some time, trying to put as much distance as he could between them and himself. His body was shaking from the cold now. Confusion slowly set in. He had no concept of time, his watch having been taken from him. He stopped momentarily, thinking that he had heard something. Then the sound grew a bit louder. It was the baying of dogs. Fear gripped his heart, causing more adrenaline to surge through his system. That surge snapped him awake, and he started running again. He kept going in the direction of the morning sun, hoping he'd find someone or a place to hide.

We were traveling through the trees about a half-mile [800 m] in front of him. We had looked at about a dozen trees and hadn't liked any we had seen. Neil was very relaxed, enjoying the ride on the toboggan. I had to smile at his exhuberance. I was looking at another tree when Sammo yelled.

"Dad! It's Neil!" he shouted.

I turned to see Neil with his eyes closed, his body shivering violently. I cursed and ran over to him.

"Neil?" I whispered.P He was panting hard, like he was running.

"Got… to get away… got to… lose them dogs," he murmured.

I shook him gently, and he snapped out of it fast.

"Dad, there's a boy about a half mile [800 m] ahead of us, being chased by men with guns and dogs. He's scared out of his mind," Neil reported.

Shiro started up his machine and charged ahead, anger on his face. Dan followed with me bringing up the rear. Neil pointed out which direction the boy was. Shiro stopped his machine close to the location and Neil jumped off the toboggan and disappeared. Sammo followed Neil the best he could, but the smaller boy had a head start on him. Neil ran fast, concentrating on not sinking into the snow. We tracked what trail he left us the best we could. I saw Shiro looking at the faint footprints that Neil left. We came to a clearing and fanned out. I saw Neil jump down a snow bank and followed him. I looked over the lip of the snow bank and saw him pulling his snow jacket around the boy. The sound of dogs got real close. Before I had a chance to react the men popped into view. There were eight of them armed with hunting rifles.

"Give it up, boy! You can't run!" the obvious leader bellowed. Neil rose up from his crouch next to the shivering boy.

"Walk away. He's under my protection now," Neil said, his tone of voice dangerous.

"You against us? Don't make me laugh. Besides, nobody will find your bones until spring!" the man roared.

"Do not challenge me."

Neil's voice seemed to echo from everywhere. They looked around, half expecting to see others there. The boy had crawled away from Neil, the fear on his face evident.

"What you gonna do, boy?" the leader yelled.

"You don't scare me!"

"Oh, don't worry. I will," came Neil's voice again.

A slight gesture from his hand, and the boy on the ground screamed in terror, moving back quickly and then hit his head on an exposed tree branch, knocking himself out. The dogs didn't waste time, they got the hell out of there. The eight men's expressions changed to that of total fear. One passed out on the ground while the others turned and ran like hell. I heard the scariest wolf howl imaginable that turned everything in my balls into ice. What the hell had Neil done? I'd ask later. Neil relaxed, and then jumped down from where he was to the boy.

"Dad, he's barely breathing and very cold to the touch!" Neil yelled.

We all reacted. Danny and Shiro ran back to the machines and brought them up. Sammo cleared the toboggan while Danny got blankets out. Shiro and Danny wrapped the boy in them and then laid him on the toboggan. Neil and Sammo jumped on, and the race to the house was on. We had no idea how long he had been in the snow. As we approached the house, Neil slumped forward. Sammo grabbed him and quickly checked him.

"He's out, Dad!" he called to me.

Neil roused himself once more.

"The tub in the first bathroom is filled with hot water. Get him in there," he whispered to Sammo, and then conked out. Shiro drew up to the front steps of the house and raced up the steps, unlocking the door. Sammo raced past him, carrying the unconscious boy.

"The first bath on the second floor!" he yelled, going up the stairs. I turned to check on Neil, as Danny raced past me. I picked him up and carried him in and up to his room. Dropping him on his bed, I checked his pulse. Neil seemed to be okay. I guess using his powers had worn him out. I went into the hall to see Dan race into the first bathroom with his medic bag. I followed him in to see him leaning over the boy, checking his heart and pulse.

"Everything seems steady," he reported.

"You guys got the hot water in there fast," I commented.

"It was Neil's doing. That's what he told me before he conked out," Sammo said.

"I'll go and check on Neil," Danny said, then left the bathroom.

I nodded.

"Gonna be okay for awhile?"

"Sure Dad," Shiro nodded.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna go back and see if the one guy is still there. We need to know what in hell is going on," I said, racking the slide on my nine.

"Be careful Dad," Sammo said.

"I will."

I went back to the spot where we had found the boy. The man was gone. I mentally cursed myself for having not taken him prisoner right then. My own damn fault. I got back on the snowmobile after tying branches to a rope behind me. Hopefully they would erase our tracks back to the house. Going the exact route we took back to the house, the branches were doing the job, erasing a majority of the tracks. New snow was starting to fall lightly. I had forgotten about the storm that was coming in.

'Be nice if plenty of snow did fall to cover the tracks we left from the house through the trees and all the way around we drove these snowmobiles,' I thought to myself.

I got back to the house and closed up the shed. In the distance, I could see someone hunched over the snow where the driveway was. I walked toward it, my nine at the ready. The figure looked up.

"Yo boss. Setting up some defenses just in case. I don't think those dudes are gonna give up the kid so easy," Danny said. I slapped him on the back.

"Nice going. Who's in the house?"

"Sammo is. He's watching the boys. Neither one has woken up yet. We took the kid out of the bath and put him to bed in a guest room with a set of Shiro's sweats on him. He's coming down with something, and I suspect he'll develop a fever before long. He was in the snow for God only knows how long. Gonna call Mugs?" Dan asked.

I thought for a moment.

"Be a good idea. He could be our spotter in town. Where's Shiro?"

"He's setting up some flash bangs on the north side. Should have them done by now," Danny stated.

"I'll set some on the west side. Let Shiro know that when you finish here," I said.

By nightfall, the defenses were in place. The boy was still asleep, but he was moving around like he was having nightmares. Neil had finally woken up and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. I was in there getting some coffee when he walked in.

"Neil, are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'll be okay when this headache stops," he complained.

I reached up into a cabinet and got down some aspirin and gave him two of them and a glass of water. Shiro and Danny walked into the kitchen with Sammo behind them.

"Hey, you're awake. We were getting worried about you," Shiro said.

"I'll be fine," Neil grinned.

"How's the kid?"

"Fever sick, but he should recover. Really got to know how you scared off those guys," Dan asked.

Neil grinned and backed up a few feet. As he moved his hand, a blurry shape slowly took form in front of us. It formed into the most hideous looking wolf I'd ever seen. It had very long fangs and even longer claws. It looked absolutely insane, horribly insane. Shiro, Danny, and I stepped back nervously. Sammo didn't seem fazed by it at all, being a horror fan. The more gruesome, the more bloody, and the more gory, the better.

"Dude!" Sammo laughed.

"That's got to be absolutely the most deranged thing I've ever seen! Too awesome!"

"No more horror movies for you Sammo!" I declared as the deranged looking wolf disappeared from view.

"You liked it?" Neil asked Sammo.

"Yeah! It was totally wild and cool!" Sammo enthusiastically clapped Neil on the shoulder, rocking the boy.

"That would explain why those men took off so fast," Danny said.

"Man! I thought those dogs stuffed their tails up their asses!" Sammo laughed.

"They were plenty long enough!"

"You're a sick little boy," I told Sammo as he laughed. Dan and Shiro were grinning too. Come to think of it, it was kind of funny.

"Dad, I move we make Neil a full member of the team. He definitely earned his stripes today," Sammo said when he calmed down. This from a guy who had been bothered by Neil's powers at first. It's amazing how people can change when people they have doubts about prove themselves.

"I agree," Shiro said.

"Same here," Danny said. I nodded.

"As of now, Neil is off probation and a full member of the Samurai Inc. team," I stated, patting Neil on the shoulder, "You earned it." The smile on Neil's face was rewarding. I had no more doubts about him at all. Neil would fit in very well. I picked up my cup of coffee and sipped it.

"Okay, next course of action. As of now, we are on general alert, so be ready to take your assigned battle stations any time. Neil, do you think you can probe the boy's mind and find out who he is?"

"Sure Dad. That won't be too much of a strain on me." Neil replied.

"Good. Just take it slow. Shiro, weapons detail. Dan, set up a watch schedule for us. Sammo, please assist Shiro. Are you ready Neil?" I said, getting up from the table.

"Yup, let's do it." Neil replied. Neil followed me up the stairs and into the room where the boy lay. Neil sat down next to him and closed his eyes. He sighed once, and then took the boy's hand into his own. I watched for a few mintes until Neil opened his eyes again.

"His name is Micko Howard Dad," Neil reported.

"Thanks Neil. You done great. Go lie down if you need to and rest," I said. Neil nodded as I went back downstairs to my office to call Mugs. I sat down at the desk and noticed the video box for a Bruce Wilkes movie. Picking it up, I saw a picture of Bruce Wilkes and Micko on the cover. Checking the credits, they confirmed what Neil had found out through his mind reading. I would start my search for Micko's parents by calling Mac. If anybody would know, it would be Mac. Mac answered on the third ring.

"Yo, Mac here. What up?" he said.

"Learn to speak proper English, you wop," I said by way of greeting. A roar of laughter sounded in my ear.

"Davie! Fuck you too!"

"Mac, I got a situation and I need fast help," I started, and then quickly told him what had happened over the last few hours.

"I'll call Bruce personally. Is it okay to give him your number?" he asked. I gave Mac a cell number.

"Tell him to ask for Bruno's café. I'll reply and say it's Master Chen's hot dog stand."

"Done and done," Mac said, and then hung up. The waiting game had started.

When Brick and his crew had fixed the house, they installed some extras for use in case we were ever assaulted here. At first, I had questioned the 'remodels' but now I was glad they were there. The windows were those bullet resistant kind of windows. There were real thick plates of metal placed on each side of the windows, creating safe spots to stand at. There were other refinements, and I'll tell you about them as I go. I looked in on Micko, and he was still sleeping.

"I think his fever will break tonight," Dan said.

"His last temperature is coming down."

"Good," I nodded.

"Glad to hear that." I walked out of the room and began to survey the preparations for the coming battle. Those men would come here. Their dogs would track us here. I called Mugs on my cell, hoping to catch him.

"Whaddya want?" he growled at me by way of greeting.

"Oh, about half dozen cases of Seal beer," I cracked.

He laughed at that one.

"Hey, David! Been a while!"

"Sorry about that. I got a situation here," I said.

I heard his voice go serious.

"Talk to me."

I briefed him on the situation as it stood. He told me to keep in touch, he'd fire up the monster and start running a search pattern. I got off and crossed my fingers and my nuts. I whipped open the cell again and called Brick. No such luck, so I left a message with the base operator. I wished I had kept the phone numbers of the other Seals that I had run with. I would feel much better with a platoon of these guys around the property. But, I had to do what I could with what I had on hand, damn it. When this business is over, I'm going to start shaking the tree and collect contact numbers for everybody I ever knew. The cell rang about two hours later.

"Bruno's café," the man's voice said.

"This is Master Chen's hot dog stand," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Logan. This is Bruce Wilkes calling. How's Micko?" he asked.

"He's improving by the minute. My associate says the fever will break by late tonight. He's had a rough day," I said.

"So I heard. I went looking for his family. Called the house a few times, and then went there. Looking through the windows I could tell someone had been there. House is trashed," he said.

"I called the local cops in. Didn't tell them you have Micko. Wanted to talk to you first."

"Glad you did. Tell Mac to have his two security assistants to call me. You get your family under cover. Something's going on," I said.

"Already done. Good luck," he said, and then hung up. The fertilizer was flying everywhere now.

The aforementioned fertilizer landed at 0330 hours. I had just finished a turn around the grounds when I felt a slight tickle in my skull.

Dad? Neil thought spoke in my mind.

What's up Neil? I asked.

Got ten hostile thought patterns coming from the west side. They just split off, and two are coming in by north, two by east, and the rest by the west, Neil reported.

Okay. Pass it around, I said to Neil. I turned and jogged through the snow to the west side. I paused by some trees and used my starlight scope to check the situation.

The two on the east side have gone down Dad, Neil reported.

A man knocked them down. He's moving south. Mugs. Had to be.

Can you sense anything from him?

No, other than… wait, it's that cop Mugs.

Good. Our odds just got better. Thanks, Mugs. Owe you a big one. I turned and moved further down into the trees and finally spotted the six shapes. They were directly in the path of a few flash bangs. I turned my head away just as one of them stepped on the trigger for one. In seconds, the night turned into day as the flash bang went off, followed by the loudest sound I ever heard to rival Gene Simmon's bass guitar. The six men grabbed their heads and went down. I charged forward as the light faded away. Two of them got to their feet and saw me coming. They opened fire with their rifles. I could hear the bullets hit the trees as I took cover. I opened up on them with my MP-5, shooting back in their direction. The remaining few quickly turned and retreated fast.

Meanwhile, Dan and Shiro were covering the north side. Shiro captured his man, while Dan and the other danced around each other with knives. Dan's opponent couldn't see him very well until a spotlight from the house shone on him. Then the man reacted in fear, and turned to run. Dan had found some cardboard and fashioned it into a head of a wolf, and painted it to look very deranged. Sucker worked, because the guy pissed his pants before running like hell. I wonder if he stopped running yet. The two clowns that were shooting at me finally ran out of ammo. They decided to run as well. Fight was over for the time being. I turned and went back to the house.

Dad, Shiro has a prisoner, Neil reported.

Okay. Shiro, take him to the barn, I said.

Already there, Dad. Mugs just dragged in his two, Shiro stated. I came up to the house and surveyed it carefully. Neil signaled safe, so I went in.

"Micko okay?" I asked, taking a cup of coffee from Dan.

"Yes. Neil's with him now," Sammo said, coming into the kitchen.

"Mugs has them in the barn," Shiro reported as he walked into the kitchen.

"Okay. Stay here with Micko you guys. Dan and I are going out to ask questions," I said.

We asked our questions, and within the hour had our answers. Seems that one of these nut cracked 'survival groups' had somehow bought into the theory that the government was planning a takeover of the US of A, the theory having been hatched ever since the movie Mercury Rising had come out. These particular guys had decided that somehow Bruce Wilkes and Micko Howard had a part of the 'cover up' and used the movie to transmit secret info from the government to secret military units. Of course it's BS, but when dealing with single digit IQ's like those guys, anything could happen. Oklahoma was a prime example of that. I lost some good friends that day.

I ran them down to the front gate where Mugs 'happened to come by'. I turned them over to him for prosecution. Mugs is not a nice guy when people try to hurt his friends. I jogged back up to the house just as the sun was coming up. I was bone tired, but pleased that we succeeded in out first defensive action. Commendations went all around. Neil, Sammo, and Shiro were in one bed together when I looked in on them. I went to see Dan next. He was sitting on the edge of Micko's bed looking at the thermometer in his hand.

"Just about normal," he smiled.

"You'd make a great doctor," I smiled.

"I was training to be one in the Seal teams. Still want to do it," he said.

"When this is over, check into the university in Denver. Find out if it's possible you can go to classes there," I said, slapping him on the back.

"I will. I'll have plenty of subject here to practice my medical examinations on," he grinned at me.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. I think I created a monster. We turned to the bed when we heard a noise. I backed up a few steps, not wanting to scare Micko when he fully woke up. I figured the immediate sight of Dan would be reassuring to him. Micko woke slowly, his eyes opening and closing a few times. He finally got his eyes open, and it took a few minutes more for them to focus clearly on us.

"Where am I?" he moaned.

"You're safe Micko."

"How do you know my name?" the fear flooding into his voice.

"Saw Mercury Rising the other night, you were really good in the headquarters of Samurai Inc. We brought you here when we found you in the snow," Danny said softly.

"Men… chasing me. Dogs… after me," Micko groaned, clutching his head.

"We chased them off," Dan explained.

"Head hurts," Micko complained.

"Concussion injury. You hit your head on a tree branch," I said.

"There was… another boy. Did something with his hand… huge ugly wolf appeared… scared me," Micko said, closing his eyes again. I leapt to the curtains and pulled them shut. Micko opened his eyes again.

"Am I really safe?" he asked.

"Very safe," Dan reassured him.

"Micko, we need to find your parents. Where are they? Do you know?"

"Hawaii. They went to Hawaii. I was supposed to… clean the house before they came home," Micko said.

"Where in Hawaii?" I asked. After Micko told me, I whipped out my phone and called Brick. Brick answered the phone this time and I gave him the situation report. He told me he was shipping out for Hawaii on a training mission. He'd call as soon as he got there.

"Micko, my name is David. I own this house and you are very safe here. We know why those men were chasing you, and if they come back, I'll make them leave again," I promised him.

Micko nodded and sighed. He pulled the covers up under his chin.

"Tired," he said.

"Rest, then. Go back to sleep if you want," Dan said.

Micko nodded and closed his eyes again. Dan watched him for a bit then stood up and motioned for me to follow. We walked out into the hall.

"He's going to be fine. A few days rest and he should be running around again," Dan reported on the boy's condition.

"That's good to hear," Shiro said, coming up the stairs.

"I agree. Until Brick finds Micko's family, he's a part of ours. So make him feel welcome," I said.

"Okay. I'll loan him some of my clothes until then. He should fit them with no problem," Shiro stated. I went into Neil's room. He was sitting on his bed yoga style. His eyes were closed. I sat down next to him and watched him for a moment.

"Hey Dad," he said a moment later.

"Just meditating. Seems to help me with my powers, not to mention the headaches."

"That's good. I was concerned about that," I nodded. He smiled at me.

"Thanks for being concerned for me."

"It's my job," I grinned. Neil rose up on his knees and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. I returned the hug and kiss, feeling good in that moment. I wondered if this was Neil's way of wanting to start something. Neil broke away from me and looked at the bedroom door. It closed its self.

"Dad… could you… do something to me?" he asked hesitating.

"Anything, Neil. Anything you want. Just be absolutely sure it's something you want to do or have happen. I promise not to hurt you," I said, reassuring him.

"Could you… make me feel good?" he asked.

"What do you want me to do?" I questioned. He lay on his back next to me.

"Touch me, kiss me, and play with my penis."

I nodded okay. I leaned over him and kissed him on the forehead, then worked around his face. The moans of pleasure coming from him were making me hot. I undressed him and then myself. I lay down next to him and began caressing his slim nude body, making him wriggle about on the bed. Neil was getting aroused, his nipples standing out and Neil jr. rising to the occasion. I kept running my fingers up and down his body, pleasuring him every way I could. My fingers explored his five inches [12½ cm], feeling the smooth skin of it. His balls were a delight to touch. Hairless velvety smoothness under my fingers. I listened to his moans of pleasure. My face was now at his little boy's package. I licked the tip of his quivering cock. I could taste a bit of precum there. I moved my tongue down to the boy's balls. He shivered as I licked at them. I turned him on his side and pushed his legs to his chest. Now I could see his pink gate. I put my face between his butt cheeks and sniffed the anal bud. I could smell the ass smells there. I gently ran the tip of my tongue across the surface of his anus. Neil stiffened up and moaned out loud.

"Dad!" he cried out. I kept on going, wanting to pleasure him more. I eventually worked my tongue into his delightful ass. Neil was gasping at the new pleasures. I rolled him onto his back again and then went for his cock. I slipped the young cock into my hungry mouth and started sucking it. He moaned and groaned as I pleasured his cock. I could feel the pleasure he was feeling, Neil having 'connected' to me. That made me feel so damn good! I kept going, the feelings increasing until I knew he was about to orgasm. I sucked hard and fast, feeling the rush of Neil juice running through his body and into his cock. His sperm shot out of his cock and hit the back of my mouth in a big rush. I kept sucking harder and faster until he had run dry. I stopped sucking him and lay next to him, feeling wiped out from the experience. Neil had gone to sleep. I gently caressed his body, feeling the sweat under my fingertips. God, I loved this boy so much.

As I was closing Neil's door, I had the feeling I was being watched. I looked up in time to see the door to the guest room close. Had Micko seen us? If he had, would he react? I went to his door and listened carefully. There wasn't any sound. I opened the door a crack and peeked in. The bed was empty. I stepped into the room quietly as I could. I could hear sounds from the bathroom. I looked in the mirror that afforded me a look into the bathroom. Micko was leaning against the sink, the sweat pants down around his ankles, and his cock was in his hand. I watched him stroke himself off. It looked like a nice six incher [15 cm]. I'm sure it will be bigger when he gets older. He had his head back, moaning quietly to himself. Suddenly a ribbon of sperm came shooting out of his cock. I quickly retreated out of the room.

There was no question that he had seen me sucking off Neil. I turned that revelation over in my head as I went downstairs. Would I confront him with that? Should I play it safe and not say anything? I decided to leave it alone. I'd deal with it later. I was tired and needed some sleep. I sat down in my easy chair and relaxed.

Next thing I knew, something was tickling my face. I raised a hand to swat it. It came back and I wiped my face off with my hand. My mind told me something wet was on my face. I opened my eyes to find a white wet substance over my eyes. I sat up quick, finally waking up all the way. I could hear laughter around me as I wiped the goo off my face with the other hand. Looking at it, I realized it was shaving cream. I looked to see Sammo rolling on the floor, holding his sides as he laughed. Neil, Shiro, and Danny were at the kitchen counter laughing as well. Micko was sitting on the stairs, grinning. It was nice to see him laugh.

"Okay, wise ass. You in for it now!" I stated as I stood up. Sammo continued to laugh. I shook my head and went to the small bathroom in the den.

"You gotta watch out for these guys. They'll get ya if they think they have a chance," I warned Micko as I passed him.

"Actually, it was my idea," he confessed. I stopped, turned, and wiped some of the shaving cream off my hand on his face.

"Now we're even," I grinned. He wiped it off his face and threw it at me. It got me on the left side of my neck. Suddenly it became a free for all as the shaving cream started flying. Cans popped out of nowhere as the battle started. By the time it wound down, everyone and everything was covered in shaving cream. All of us were a mess.

"Okay, showers everybody, then clean up detail," I sighed. I walked up stairs with Micko following me. He went into his room and I went into mine. I had started the shower and just stepped in when Micko tapped on the door.

"Dave? I don't have any soap in my shower. Could I get some?" he asked.

Without thinking, I replied, "Sure. Jump in here."

"Are you sure I could come in with you?" he asked. I realized right then what I had said. I mentally kicked myself for having said that. Too late now, I had to play it out.

"Sure," I said, opening the door. He stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist. I smiled at him, thinking he'd change his mind. Micko dropped his towel on the floor, giving me my first real look at him. He was beautiful to look at. He had a nice body, nicely proportioned. He had his six inches [15 cm] nestled in a pubic bush of curly brown hair.

"Do you… like me?" he asked shyly.

"Yes," I answered hoarsely.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He moved under the water and got wet. The water rolled down his body, the drops of water making his skin shine. I gently touched his shoulder and he leaned against me. I rubbed his back with my hands, trying to believe this was real and not a dream. I snapped myself to and began washing his body. I rubbed the shampoo into his hair, then picked up the soap and began rubbing it all over his body. I took the time to feel his body, feel how the muscles turned and curved nicely. I got down to his cock and balls, feeling the smoothness of his balls on my soap-slicked hands. Micko had his eyes closed and was moaning. The boy was enjoying this, and so was I. I fondled his hardness for a moment or two, and then continued washing him off. I had other plans, providing he was open minded about it. Once we were rinsed off, I hopped out and had him stand there for a moment. I lifted him out and onto a big fluffy towel I had laid out on the floor. I took the time to dry him off good. Looking into his eyes, I could tell he was enjoying this. As I dried his balls off, I could feel a bit of roughness on them.

"You shave your balls?" I asked.

"Yes," he blushed.

"Nothing wrong with that. Just be real careful," I said. I got my razor, a pair of scissors, and a comb out of the drawer. I gently stretched the skin as I shaved him clean again, and then trimmed his pubic hair down to a respectable length. Now he looked real nice.

"I do this for my boys," I said as I carried him into the bedroom.

"Even suck them off?" he asked.

Now I knew for sure he had seen me doing Neil. He realized what he said and covered his face with his hands. I gently tugged them away, seeing him cry.

"It's okay, I'm not mad. It's alright," I soothed. He nodded as I wiped the tears off his face and then he reached for my hands, placing them on his chest.

"Please?" he whispered.

"Only if you want this," I said.

"I do. For the longest time I've wanted a guy to have sex with me. I can't help it, I'm attracted to other guys," he said. I smiled.

"I'll try to make your first time the best. You tell me what you want, and I'll do it. If I do something that you don't like, just say stop, and it's over."

Micko nodded as I lay down next to him. I began exploring his body with hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue. He got aroused real quick. I could smell and taste the soap on his skin from the bath. His nipples responded from my touch, getting hard under my fingertips. I was hoping I wasn't moving too fast for him. For the next ten minutes, I explored his body and found his erogenous zones. He responded just like I knew he would, moaning and crying out in pleasure. This was one hot kid. I decided it was time for the main event. I gave his cock a few slow licks along the shaft. Boy did he react to that! I don't know any boy who wouldn't! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shiro, Sammo, and Neil come into the room. They surrounded the bed and gently took hold of Micko's arms and legs, and tied them to the bed frame with strips of silk.

"Easy there. Nobody's going to hurt you," Sammo cooed softly. I watched Shiro bring a rose in full bloom out from behind his back. He had gotten it from the plant hot house I built on the property. He smiled devilishly as he began twirling the petals about on Micko's body.

"OH MAN!!!" he yelled as the sensations traveled through his body. I grinned and then returned to the object of my attention. Shiro kept up the rose treatment as I sucked that piece of boy meat. Micko writhed beneath me, his senses going to overload. I wet my index finger and carefully worked it up into his ass. If he felt it, he didn't say anything. I found the prostate and gently touched it, rubbing it a bit. That was his breaking point.

"OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! CUMMINGI'MCUMMING!" he screamed, and did. That was one awesome load he fired from his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard and fast, trying to milk his balls dry. He collapsed once he was done ejaculating.

"Fuck me," he sighed, his eyes slightly out of focus.

"Liked that?" Sammo asked.

"It was…" he trailed off.

"Don't even try to describe it. You'll never find the right words," Neil said.

"That's for sure," Micko stated. We untied him and helped him to sit up. For the next hour we answered his questions about us, gay sex, and being in love. I hoped he understood what we were talking about. I looked at the clock.

"Huh. It's nine in the morning. How about breakfast guys?" Seconds later I was the only one left on the bed.

Sitting in the kitchen, I watched Shiro and Sammo bring boxes down into the great room. I wondered what they were doing, so I walked over. They were labeled "Christmas tree decorations". Then I remembered why they were there. We were going out for a tree two days ago and came back with Micko, eight angry tangos and no tree.

"Everybody get dressed. We're going out for a tree today," I announced. Naturally that got yells of approval from everybody. Even Micko smiled at that. Sammo ran upstairs and got dressed in winter gear. He went out to the equipment shed and started getting the snowmobiles ready. Shiro led Micko up to his room for winter clothes while Danny, Neil and I teamed up on the kitchen. Once Dan was done with his part, he ran upstairs and got dressed. He went out into the yard with his hunting rifle slung over his shoulder. He wasn't taking chances again. There were still six tangos left out there. I was determined to get the tree and have a nice Christmas for everybody. My cell rang at that moment.

"Samurai Inc.," I answered.

"Go fuck yourself," Brick's voice came through.

"Not on the first date, sorry!" I snapped back. He laughed.

"There's nobody else that can come back as quick as you, Davie. Anyway, we're here and we found the family. Everybody's okay. They went back to the hotel room where they were staying at and found it trashed. The only thing missing was the phone number to a friend in Beverly Hills. Only problem was that they found the room like that last week, and hadn't gone in for fear of getting caught. They found the phone number missing out of an address book. I told them Micko is safe with you. Here's the Dad. He wants to talk to you."

"Mr. Logan?" a man's voice asked.

"This is Mr. Logan," I said.

"Is my son alright?" he asked.

"He's fine now. We found him running for his life and rescued him. The men who were chasing him were scared off. He was sick for a day or two, but he's just fine now. Would you like to talk to him?" I asked. I turned to see Micko coming down the stairs. I waved him over.

"Micko, your Dad's on the cell here," I said, handing him the phone. Micko took the cell and I walked out of the kitchen to give him privacy. I watched him talking to his Father. I was glad that his family was okay now. I decided to have Brick watch the family just in case.

A couple things made its self-known in my noggin. One: these guys were organized. Usually nut cracked groups like these usually distrust each other, for fear that there might be police spies in them. For some reason, this group must have joined forces with another. Two: they had been watching the family, keeping track of their movements. That suggested renegade military or police guys. I went into my office and called Mugs. He wasn't in, so I left a message. I walked into the kitchen to see Micko looking for me.

"Here. My Dad wants to talk to you," he said, and then went outside with Neil.

"Mr. Howard?" I said.

"I'm hiring you to watch over Micko until we can get there. Your friends here seem to think he's very safe with you, so I will trust their recommendations. They want to keep us safe until the cops get these guys," he said.

"He'll be safe here," I said.

"I got friends looking into the situation as well."

"If your friends are anything like these gents here, I'll know that this business will get finished the right way," he said. I grinned.

"That they are."

"Good. Take care of my boy," he said, and then hung up. I walked out into the clear winter day after getting ready. I mounted my machine and started off. Neil, Micko, and Sammo were on the toboggan this time. Dan had gone on ahead as the point scout. I breathed in the clean fresh air. There are times like this that I am glad to be alive. I turned my attention to the land before me. I kept an extra lookout, expecting the tangos to pop up again. There were about six of them to worry about this time out. However, Brick had seen to it that there were some friends of his hunting them so I really didn't worry too much. But I still kept on the alert. We traveled for about an hour looking at trees before Neil spotted one that he thought was perfect. We studied it for a bit before I nodded approval. I watched everyone else give their approvals.

"Let's do it," I said. We took turns cutting the tree down. Neil got the honor of the final cuts, bringing the tree down perfectly next to the toboggan that was hooked up to Danny's snow mobile. As I watched the guys tie it down to it, my special pager went off. It was the one connected to the house security system. I grabbed it and looked at the display.

"Intruder alert," I said, going to combat readiness. Danny immediately grabbed his rifle and jogged off to the right as I swung my MP-5 from underneath my jacket and racking the bolt. Shiro reached up and released the strap holding his ninja-to in its scabbard. Sammo mounted Danny's machine and started it, driving off behind Danny. I got on my machine and drove to the left, Shiro following me on his machine with Neil and Micko on the toboggan. We made our approach towards the house cautiously.

Dad, six men inside, Neil informed me.

Shiro, go to the shed and bunk down there. Sammo, pick up Danny and go to point one. You'll find the snow cammo there, I informed him.

Will do, he said.

We arrived at the shed and I bunked the boys inside. Shiro helped me get the snow cammies on. I would be able to crawl to the house with it on and no one would see.

"Call Mugs," I said, leaving the shed. Taking a breath, I started the crawl to the house. Fortunately I didn't have to go far. I watched the windows on the west side as I made my approach. Suddenly I halted as something screamed at me. I can't tell you the number of times that little voice has saved my life. I've learned to listen to it. I checked the ground very carefully. I realized that I had almost gone into Shiro's flash bang traps. I dismantled the three I found, collecting six flash bangs. Now I was better equipped. Crawling further on, I finally got to the side of the house. I stopped to rest for a moment. The crawl had taken a bit out of me. Honestly, I was exhausted. You try it some time, crawling a few yards while looking out for the nasties. Is not fun. Catching my breath, I rose up and peeked inside the window. Nobody there. Okay, now to get in. Never thought I'd be invading my own house.

Tango to your left, Neil informed me.

I stood up slow and moved to my left, approaching the porch. Sure enough, he was there. He turned his back to me and I zipped around the corner, over the rail, and was on top of him in seconds. Sucker never knew what hit him. I smacked his head into the floor and trussed up his ass with my handy dandy all-purpose tango tie up. Duct tape. You just gotta love the stuff. I patted him down and removed a few knives out of his reach.

Danny got one, Neil reported.

Good. Where are the others? I asked.

Inside the house, Neil said in my head.

I slipped inside the house to find myself starring at a shotgun barrel. Sammo popped out from behind the guy and knocked him cold with a piece of firewood. I looked for the last two. They were running down the driveway fast. Suddenly they got knocked back onto thier ass as one of them stepped into one of Danny's flash bang traps. Battle over. We win. We tied all six guys up on the porch and waited for Mugs to show. Micko walked up to the porch to look at the men as Shiro stood behind him.

"These are the ones who had me prisoner," he said.

"Why me? Why did you kidnap me? I don't know anything."

"Because you are conspiring against us, and are in league with the evil government of this country. The movie proves it," the one man snapped.

"It was just a movie! Nothing in it was real! You guys are real jerks!" Micko snapped.

I turned to see four sedans following Mug's police car up to the house. Danny had cleared away his traps so they could come in okay. The cars stopped and the Feds got out. One of them walked up to the men on the porch.

"Hello Jack. Nice to see you again. This time you went way too far," he said. With the assistance of Danny, Mugs, and me the Feds loaded the tangos into the cars and drove off. The fourth Fed stayed behind. He talked to Micko for an hour in my office. During that hour, we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and hot chocolate.

"We found their house and raided it. Not much left after the boys got done with it. Got tons of information out of it, enough to start going after these nutcrackers. Gonna be fun," Mugs growled. I had to smile on that. Micko and the Fed walked into the kitchen at that moment. I gave the guy some coffee for the road and both Mugs and the man left. Micko sat down and sighed.

"Glad that's over," he said.

"So now what?"

By mid afternoon the house had been cleaned up. I was extremely gratified to see the security devices that Brick's friends had installed worked. All of the sensitive areas had locked themselves down. The computer recognized the intruders and locked all the security doors. The six clowns had trashed the bedroom areas, and the great room. It wasn't too bad, just needed some clean up. Once that was done, I turned to the Christmas tree and the decorations.

"I think we need some Christmas in here. What do you fellas say?" I asked. Micko grinned and led the way out front. I got the tree stand and the chain saw ready while the guys trimmed some of the branches off the tree. Once that was done, I cut the bottom of the tree as straight as I could. Shiro got the stand on quick and we got it into the house. Danny got water into the base area, and it was all set. I turned to the fireplace to get a fire going. Neil had other ideas. He concentrated on the match floating in front of him. Micko's eyes bugged out as he watched the match scrape its self against the stones of the fireplace and then light the logs.

"My God," he whispered. "You got mutant abilities."

Neil grinned. "Sure do. Sure came in handy today."

"You okay with that?" Shiro asked.

"I guess so. It was you that conjured up that weird looking wolf," Micko said to Neil.

"Sure did. Worked great!" Neil grinned.

"Well, he did use his abilities to save me. Yeah, I am okay with that. I won't tell anyone else. Got my word on that," Micko said.

"If they mention that in court, they'll get shipped to the funny farm for sure," Danny laughed while stringing some lights up the banister. Neil grinned on that.

"Just like Ma Gillis." I had to laugh on that. I had forgotten about that. I shook my head as I sat down in my easy chair and watched the guys decorate the house for Christmas. The banter and jokes flew back and forth as I sipped my sake. I wondered what to do in regards to presents for Micko. It wouldn't be right to leave him out. I decided to run into town the next morning and get him something. It would be something from all of us. Having made that decision, I paid attention to what was going on in front of me. There was a discussion about where certain decorations should go. Finally the last one came out of the box. It was the star that went on the top of the tree.

"Micko should put it up. He's the guest of honor here," Neil stated. Everyone quickly okayed that idea. Micko glowed as he went up the stairs to the treetop. He reached for the tree and placed the star on firmly, then let go. All of us applauded as he came down the stairs.

"Thanks guys," he grinned. We kicked back for the rest of the day, Neil taking it easy. His headaches were starting to go away quicker now, and that eased my mind some.

"It's probably because he's using his powers more and more, exploring and stretching his limits," Shiro theorized. I nodded. Made sense to me. Neil was improving greatly.

I stared into the fire, my mind wandering back to the days of my childhood. Christmas had never been a big deal at my parent's house. It was one of the reasons I made a big deal of it. I wanted the boys to have good memories of Christmas. I looked up when the boys announced they were going to bed. I said goodnight to each of them as they went up. Micko was the last to go up. I sat down on the couch after getting another glass of sake. Danny and I cuddled for a bit. I told him of my plan in regards to Micko and Danny approved. After locking the house, we went up to bed. Our lovemaking that night was sweet and slow. Both of us were filled with so much love and passion for each other. I am one lucky man.

The look on Micko's face Christmas morning was priceless. He was absolutely thrilled with the Japanese Tanto we gave him. I had it engraved for him.

"To Micko Howard, From Samurai Inc.," he read out loud.

"Thanks so much!" I had to smile.

"Anytime, Micko."

"But I don't have anything to give you guys back," he said.

"Sure you do," Neil said.

"Your friendship. That means more to us than anything." Micko thought about that.

"You're right, Neil." Neil was right. Friendship was more important than anything else. That and family. His family would be arriving here the next morning by military transport. Brick had it all arranged. The Feds had the whole thing solved in the last two days. If there were any more bad guys, they all disappeared quickly. That was a big relief. Danny whistling in the kitchen made me look up. The skinny dude looked a sight, wearing an oversized apron and a big floppy chef's hat. I couldn't help but laugh. He looked hilarious.

"Don't worry, you'll get yours bubba," he said, waving a large spoon at me.

"Promises, promises!" Micko yelled from the living room. We laughed our asses off on that one. He was catching on to our way of wising off around here. He'd fit in real well if he ever joined us. I turned to the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Danny was outdoing himself as usual. He finally called us into the dining room for the feast. I put on ten pounds [5 kg] just looking at the food on the table.

"Let's dig in," I said. We ate the table clean. I don't think the boys left anything. Once the kitchen was cleaned up, I turned to the guys.

"Okay, who's for a video game tournament?" I announced. By late evening, Micko had been declared the winner. He had a choice of a prize. He didn't hesitate to name it.

"I want you," he said softly, desire evident in his eyes.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded. I picked him up and carried him up the stairs to my room. I placed him on my bed and closed the door. Turning to him, I saw the flames of desire burning brightly in his eyes. This would be the best night of lovemaking he would remember.

I started undressing him. I pulled his socks off, then his pants, boxer briefs, flannel shirt, and then his T-shirt. He lay there naked on my bed, his chest rising and falling with every breath. God, he looked so sexy! I got undressed and got on the bed with him. His head came up and met mine as we kissed. Oh, those soft lips! I started kissing the rest of him. He sighed as I pleasured his body with the kisses. I kissed and licked the erogenous zones on his neck. He moaned loudly as the sensations swept through his body. I teased his erect nipples with my fingertips. He shivered with excitement. I kissed his mouth again, slipping my tongue between those sweet lips. My tongue wrestled with his. He was getting into it. I retreated, eager to taste the rest of his body. I used two fingers to pinch up his nipples so I could pleasure them with the tip of my tongue. He cried out in passion, the pleasure was getting to him. I continued to kiss and lick his torso, exploring the muscle there. I grabbed his hands and raised them over his head and slowly dragged my tongue over his armpits.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. I moved down from them and stuck my tongue into his navel, tasting the sweat puddling up in there. He was whimpering now.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" he whined. I continued down his teenage body, pleasuring him. He spread his legs as I got to them. I could see his nuts drawn up to his body. I ran my tongue around them, making him scream. His fists pounded on my back as I licked them, teasing them with the tip of my tongue. I knew he was getting close.

"Want to get inside me?" I whispered.

"You mean fuck you in the ass?" he asked.

"No, I mean make love to me. Let me get you ready," I said, reaching for the ky. I gently stroked his very hard cock as I slicked it up with the ky as I whispered instructions into his ear. I rolled onto my back as he positioned himself between my legs. Micko pushed his six inches [15 cm] into me slow and gently. The look on his face was a sight to behold. He was discovering the ultimate pleasure. He pushed all the way in, and then instinct took over. He closed his eyes as he started the act of male intercourse. He let his head go back and breathed through his mouth, making noises as he copulated with me. I loved the feeling of his young cock in my ass. He kept on going until he finally started crying. He had crossed his breaking point.

"OHMANOHMANOHMANI'MCUMMING!" he screamed. I felt his cock jerk and swell slightly as he ejaculated inside me, his cum being deposited in my bowels. Oh, what a nice feeling to have a boy cum inside you! I held him until he was finished. He collapsed on top of me, crying and panting. I held his sweaty body on mine and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. I watched him sleep for a bit, then drifted off myself. He left my bed later in the night and went to Danny, then Shiro, then Sammo, and then ended up in Neil's bed. I woke the next morning with Danny's arms around me. Danny motioned for me to be quiet and led me to Neil's bedroom. I looked in on the two sleeping boys. Both had smiles on their faces. I knew right then Neil had experienced sex the way it should be, freely given with love and caring. I smiled and closed the door. Going down stairs, I noticed the office door was closed. I knocked on it and Shiro opened the door.

"Oh, it's you. Good. Come in. I just had a phone call from Big Sol down in Peckertown. You know, the guy who runs the Big Lick Ice Cream shop, the uncle with the triplets nephews who does sex shows there?" Shiro said, jogging my memory. Danny's eyebrows rose.

"You have to see the place, trust me. Anyway, he called and wanted to know if we could locate four boys named John, Carlos, Jimmy, and Ricky. These four boys are the hottest boys on the net in the picture groups. He wants to invite them to be guest stars at his place for about three weeks. I've been doing some research into these guys hoping to find a lead of some kind," he informed me. I nodded.

"Keep at it. Inform me as to what you dig up, okay?"

"You got it boss," Shiro saluted.

"If anyone can find these guys, it's you. Good luck," I said.

"Micko sure is quite a guy," Shiro said, leaning back in his chair and staring dreamily off into space.

"No kidding!" Danny grinned. That was an understatement.

The family had come and gone, Brick and his men escorting them home. I was sorry to see him go, but knew in my heart that he'd be back someday. Hopefully it would be a time when the "Samurai Support Club" was in residence. We'd have some serious fun then. I stood there and wondered what 2001 had in store for us. I hoped we'd be able to rise to whatever challenge was waiting for us. Hopefully we would have many good days than bad. The snow began falling again, the flakes landing on the ground and on my shoulders. If ever there was a perfect moment, this was it. All of nature in its perfection. Makes me glad I live here. I turned to the house and could hear laughter coming from inside. Inside, my family and lover were having fun, being together. That's what life was meant to be. Life is good.

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