David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 15-17

Author's Notes: All the models for the preteen and teen celebrities named in this story are to my knowledge, not gay. Just because they appear in this story doesn't make them gay. This story is 100% fiction. The events depicted never happened. Enjoy the story.

I sighed as the plane left the runway at the airport in Camarillo, CA. Getting the guys on the plane had worked out well, despite the near disaster at the Westlake Hyatt check in desk. Thank God Daniel Redrock pulled off his English act, playing the young well heeled English gent out on holiday. It allowed Harley to quickly get his disguise on a bit straighter. Harley's old man act worked wonders. Everybody was so nice and helpful to the old man and his young grandson. I couldn't help but laugh at that. The other guys evacuated the hotel in their various disguises and managed to slip aboard the chartered bus that Danny rented from Camarillo airport. I sighed again and watched Sacha talking to Jesse McCoy as Neil passed out sodas and various drinks (no alcohol for this bunch, a firm rule I had) and snacks. Everything damn nearly fell apart (or at least I thought so) the first night everyone checked in.

They started checking in from eleven in the morning two days prior up to six in the evening. There were no problems with how everyone checked in, the problem started when John Jackson saw Hugh Mitchell (Colin Creevey from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) wearing a collar and his white briefs when Daniel Redrock opened the door to their room for a moment. Naturally he spread that around and when everyone met in the big room I had rented the sparks began to fly.

"Big man like you making a little kid your slave, huh?" Billy demanded when he gave Daniel the evil eye.

Hugh jumped in between them and pushed Billy back. "It was my choice to."

He then related his secret sexual fantasies to be dominated by Daniel, Rupert Grunt, and Tom Fulton ever since he had met them on the set the first day.

"I like to be dominated by other boys. It's always been one of my secret fantasies. When Rupert caught me in his dressing room checking out his unders, I thought that was it. He would get me thrown off the set. But once I explained to him how I had the hots for him, Daniel, and Tom, he relaxed. The four of us sat down and I told them all of my sexual fantasies and we have been playing since then. I enjoy it, it's not hurting me, and all of us have fun. I even have safe words," Hugh explained.

"Let me guess. Snape is the slow word, and Slytherin is the stop word," Harley laughed out loud.

"Actually it's the other way around. A look at Snape is better than a cold shower," Hugh said to laughter from everyone.

"We were totally surprised by that," Tom said.

Rupert nodded. "We thought we had kept our sexual activities very carefully hidden."

Taran Noah Jones set his glass down on the bar counter and started to grin. "Ya know," he said, "There's nothing wrong with a guy liking another guy. There's nothing wrong with a guy having sex with another guy. I'm just as human as the next person. I'm bisexual. I go both ways. I've been doing a lot of reading in the last few months looking for some answers to my sexuality and discovered that nearly 78% of two thousand guys surveyed said that they has sex play with their best buddies a few times while growing up. I can quote you the book if you don't believe me. All of us have grown up with the idea that men don't love other men, don't show emotions and so on. Bullshit. Nothing wrong with it at all."

Jake Llewellyn grinned. "God, that makes me feel better. I was beginning to think I was alone and going crazy over it."

"Dude, you'd freak over some of my fantasies of you," Micko Howard laughed.

That broke the tension as everyone relaxed. I sighed with relief.

"We do need to set some ground rules though," Taran said. "First, no means no. Respect it. Second, do only what your partner wants or agrees to. Third, nobody forces anybody into anything. Fourth, nothing gets said outside the property lines of Logan's mountain. End of discussion."

All the guys agreed to that. The next item on the list was to discuss how we were going to move fifteen celebrity boys and teens out of the hotel and down to the bus the next morning. They are: John Jackson, Taran Noah Jones, Jake Llewellyn, Billy Golman, Jonathon Lapinski, Micko Howard, Daniel Redrock, Hugh Mitchell, Rupert Grunt, Tom Fulton, Aaron Cutler, Harley Joel Oswald, Frankie Galonno, Greg Rapallo, Jesse McCoy, Matt Ballenger, and Chris Traysmont. My good friends Tom Jeffers and his boy Peter (from Chapter 9), Mark 'Rhino' Havershaw, and Brian 'Brick' Bradford would be at the mountain as well. I had Sacha, Neil, Shiro, and Sammo with me at the hotel. Mark was guarding the plane at the airport. The hard part was getting everyone out in the morning.

***

That little problem was narrowly avoided thanks to Daniel. I felt a whole lot better once the plane was in the air. With a good wind, we'd make the mountain in about an hour and a half. I got snapped out of my thoughts as Taran tapped his glass on the bar, getting everyone's attention.

"Okay, for those of you who are not part of the Samurai support club, listen. Some of us who have gotten together at David's birthday party earlier this year formed a support club to help the company itself. They were John, Jake, Billy, Aaron, Harley, and the Muphitt brothers," Taran said.

Billy turned to look at me. "Where are those guys?"

I sighed. "They decided to go their own way, Billy. God only knows why. They chose to take a different path and I wish them well."

"That sucks," John said.

"No kidding, especially since Scott was so nice to me that night," Neil stated.

Taran shrugged his shoulders. "Dave and I haven't spoken to each other in the last few months and I kinda knew it was going to happen. Anyway, on behalf of the Samurai Club, I invite you guys to join us. We look out for each other, support each other, and help these guys who have been willing to protect us and to give us a safe place to be ourselves without any fears. All you gotta do is pass a simple initiation. I need to talk to the other members about that and we will let you know what it is."

Tom nodded. "I'm in."

I grinned. "You poor bastard."

The plane landed on the mountain early afternoon. I had already worked out the sleeping arrangements before hand and everyone settled their luggage in the assigned rooms. I was looking forward to the party. We had been working hard going through a boot camp that I had asked a few of my Navy Seal buddies to put us through. The end result was that it helped us pull together as a tighter better functioning unit. They had been impressed with Neil and Sacha's special skills and worked them a bit harder than the rest of us. They had responded better than I had hoped and became much more comfortable with what they could do. Sacha had recovered fairly well and his nightmares had stopped. He wasn't depressed and angst ridden anymore and his self esteem rose quite a bit. Both Neil and Sacha had become very close to each other and I was glad to see that.

As for Sammo and Shiro, they had gotten closer than ever. Finally deciding something had to be done about Sammo, I went and tracked down his family and talked to them. That was a waste of time. I got my attorney to meet Sammo and he clearly stated he wanted to be emancipated. That took some time and doing, but the judge granted Sammo his emancipation. Sammo Keole was a free man, now having the right to do what he wanted. He told the judge he was going to stay with us and continue his education, telling the man his future was secure. In the last few weeks they had been spending lots of time talking about something. Every time I walked into a room where they were, they would shut up instantly. They were up to something. I knew they would tell me in their own time.

It was Peter who opened the door for us. "You're back!"

I smiled at the slim 15-year-old teen. He'd grown some since I saw him last.

"Hey Peter!" Jonathon waved.

Both of them shook hands and hugged. Peter led us into the living room and pointed to the poster I had set up by the front door.

"There are the room assignments. Stash your stuff and back down here in thirty minutes. Make yourselves comfortable," I said.

The guys headed up the stairs as I walked into the great room. Danny looked up as I walked in. The smile on his face spoke volumes. This was going to be a great party. Four days of nonstop action. I grinned as I took the glass of cold sake from him.

"Any problems?" Danny asked.

"Not anymore," I said and related the events in LA.

Danny looked surprised. "I guess kids these days are lots more savvy than we give them credit for."

"This bunch anyway," I grinned. "I wonder what Taran and the others got brewing for the newbies."

The crew coming into the great room interrupted my thoughts. Taran and a select few had huge grins on their faces. I had the feeling this was going to be good.

"So what do we have to do?" Tom asked once we finished the go round, introducing ourselves.

Taran grinned. "Simple. You newbies have to go to the costumes room and dress in girl's undies for the evening."

I had to laugh at the expressions on the guy's faces.

"Oh, and that also includes Brick, Rhino, Tom, and Peter," Taran snickered.

Brian Bradford stood up and slammed his beer down on the counter. "By God, that's a challenge I'll take!" he said. Pointing to Rupert, he demanded, "Lead the way boy!"

The fun had gotten started.

***

Taran showed them where the costumes room was and left them alone. The costumes room was wardrobe leftovers from various movie sets that Shiro had picked up for use by the clients when a change of looks was called for. God only knows why Shiro collected girl's clothes, but he did. I had wondered how Taran had known they were there at all.

"Last time I was here I went snooping around when you guys were busy with something. I discovered them and made a mental note of them. I remembered them and suggested the initiation and the others agreed, thinking it was kind of harmless and fun," he explained. "Didn't think you'd mind."

I grinned. "No I don't. This should be fun to watch. After they come out, we'll give them the tour of the house. I need to inform them of the off limits area. Good thing I had the pool enclosure installed. It's nice and warm in there, perfect for swimming."

In the costumes room, Hugh looked at the girl's clothed with unrestrained joy on his face. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom laughed at his expression.

"Go for it Hugh," Daniel said.

Hugh began rummaging through everything until he found a small pink night teddy. He gleefully stripped down to bare skin and put it on. You could see his little nipples through the pink see through silk, and the bottom part barely covered his bubble butt ass. The others started stripping down and admired each other's cock size as they put on bras and panties. Hugh led the way out of the costumes room and back into the great room. Those of us who were sitting there wolf whistled at the sight and cheered on the guys. Brian's hairy body looked cute in the tight black see through nightie. The string bikini and bra that Peter was wearing looked perfect on him. The look on Tom Jeffers face was priceless. He had chosen a long pink and white nightie and he looked fabulous in it. They all lined up and we checked them out.

"You guys look great!" Taran said while rolling on the floor laughing.

"If this gets out to anybody, I'll spank your hot horny ass!" Mark growled.

I grinned even more. "Gee, Mark. This certainly is a whole new side to you that I've never seen before. You sure look lovely!"

We laughed ever more, enjoying the sight. Once we all calmed down, Shiro stood up.

"Dad and I are going to give everyone the grand tour of the house. However, there are a few off limits that you need to know about. One is the outdoor gun range. Second is the kill house the team uses to train in. Third is the indoor gun range. Fourth is the weapons locker. We say that for very obvious reasons, and that is for your safety. Next is that if any of you want to use the weight room, make sure you have a spotting partner with you. No need for anyone to get hurt. The pool has been enclosed for the winter and the water in there is nice and warm, so swim shorts, speedos, swim thongs, and strings are optional. If you want to go in your birthday suit that's not a problem. Just make sure you have a swim buddy with you. That's it for the restrictions," Shiro announced as we started the tour.

We took them around the top floor first so they knew where the public restroom, my room, and the boy's rooms were. Then we took them through the ground floor, showing them the office, kitchen, dining room, game room, audio/visual room, weight room, the pool bathroom that led to the pool itself, and then down to the basement. The basement was divided in two sections. One area was the gun range and the weapons locker, the other was a playroom hidden behind a bookcase. Hugh's eyes went wide when he saw what was inside.

"A playroom! Oh boy!" he exclaimed.

I blinked. "You know what this is?"

He turned to me and I could see joy in his face. "Oh yeah!"

Rupert grinned. "I forgot to pack some of his toys, but remembered his leather."

"Help yourself," I said, waving my hand at the room. "Just make sure you use condoms on the ass toys, makes clean up easy and prevents anything from being passed."

"I didn't know you had this place," John said. "How come I didn't come down here to play?"

"I set this up about three months ago after Sammo, Shiro, Neil, and Sacha bugged me nonstop. This place is much different that some playrooms you guys might have heard of," I said, going on to state my feelings about them.

"I agree with that," Jesse said. "Sex should be for fun and pleasure, not pain."

Jesse had said it much better than I could have and everyone agreed with that.

"Please don't use this place unless any of us is down here," I said. "All of us Samurai people know how everything works and we'll help you in getting the best pleasure possible down here."

"Yes sir," Aaron said, grinning at Harley.

They drifted around for a bit examining everything. They seemed to be impressed with everything. I could see some smiles as they touched things.

"I like the way this place is set up. It's bright and cheery down here, and I can feel fresh air circulating around down here," Greg said.

"Thanks. It's the way a playroom should be," I said.

Eventually we all drifted back upstairs and to the great room. Sacha was setting out the last of the food with Danny's help.

"Oh there you guys are. Dinner is ready," he announced.

I jumped out of the way as the guys stampeded to the table. "Bon appetit."

***

The rest of the night was spent quietly as the guys relaxed around the room and in the game room. I watched Sammo and Shiro go up stairs and I knew they were turning in. As the night wore on, the other guys drifted upstairs in two's. By the time eleven struck, all that was left was Danny, Mark, Brian, Tom, and me. Since there was another Tom present, he asked us to call him by his last name, Jeffers. That worked for us. Over cold beers we caught up on what was going on in the teams and then eventually we went up. I walked around peeking into rooms to see what was going on. Greg was working Billy's ass with his cock and Billy was working Micko's cock while Micko was sucking Billy's cock. The young country singer had both of his holes well plugged and he was enjoying it. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom were watching Hugh fuck Jake's ass, and stroking themselves at the same time. I moved on. Jonathon was with Jesse McCoy and Chris. The three of them had formed a suck chain and were going to town. That gave me an idea. Frankie was hanging out with Mark and Brad, getting his mouth and ass stuffed with mancock. Watching that got me hard. I could hear Shiro and Sammo going at it hot and heavy through their door. I peeked in on Aaron and Harley. They were kissing each other passionately as they caressed each other. I smiled at the sight. I slipped into my bed and into Danny's arms. We kissed each other good night.

I dreamed I was standing in a church watching two teen boys getting married. When they turned around to be introduced, it turned out to be Shiro and Sammo to my surprise. I hugged both boys and wished them well. If this is what they wanted, who was I to stop them? I would give them my blessing if they ask. Then the scene changed once again and I was standing on the front porch of a farmhouse. I looked to see Aaron and Harley tying the knot with their families looking on proudly. I could feel something move from deep inside of me and I knew that this was the end result of a love so strong and pure. There could never be anything else like it. Never.

The scene shifted one more and I could see a brown-headed boy sucking me off. I'll tell ya the dream was so real to me my body responded to it. I started to moan in heat. I slowly became aware of the boy's mouth on my cock sucking it in. It felt so good. I slowly woke up just as I started to reach my breaking point to discover it wasn't a dream. I really was getting my cock sucked. I sat up on my elbows and blinked at the crowd watching from the doorway. All I could see when I looked down was a pair of boy feet. My body shivered in pleasure from the warm wet mouth on my cock. I pushed the covers back to see a grinning Hugh looking up at me.

"Not done yet," he said and threw the covers back over us.

I lay flat and gave myself up to the pleasure. Hugh sucked me harder and I felt my nuts pull up tight. I was cumming.

"Gonna cum!" I yelled and then started unloading my man cream down the boy's throat, feeling the throat muscles work my cock.

Hugh did a good job taking my cock down his throat and taking all of my cum. I had to give him credit he knew how to suck. I sighed and relaxed once he was done sucking me off. He lifted the covers away from us and grinned.

"There's your wake up call!" he chirped. "Everybody's up!"

I took him under his arms and pulled him up to me and gave him a deep kiss.

"Thank you my boy," I said.

"He woke us all up that way," Billy said from the doorway.

"My favorite way to wake up," Jesse grinned as everyone laughed.

Hugh stood up and smiled. He was still wearing the nightie from last night and he wiggled his ass at me as he walked to the doorway. I stood up and headed for the bathroom as Taran pronounced the initiation complete. I took care of business and pulled on some shorts and went down to the kitchen.

"So what's on the program for today?" Brian asked as Jeffers and Peter arrived in the kitchen.

"Relaxation, fun, and sex, not necessarily in that order," I said.

Harley bounced into the kitchen with Aaron behind him. "Hey, anyone need cream for their coffee?"

Danny nodded and Harley stroked himself hard and then started wanking. Danny held his cup of coffee under the tip of Harley's cock at the right moment and got six shots of teen cream in it. He stirred it and then sipped as the guys stood there and watched.

"Ah perfect," Danny smiled.

There was laughter and much head shaking at that.

"Hey, it's natural cream. Can't beat it," he said. "Why don't you guys go work out or something while I get breakfast going."

That sounded like a good idea so I headed out to the weight room with Mark behind me. There were a few couples in there already working out and Shiro was supervising. Daniel, Tom, and Rupert came in minutes later with Hugh behind them. The smaller boy had his collar on and was being led by a chain leash. The only other thing he was wearing was a leather jock. Daniel removed the leash and the four of them started working out. Before Mark and I had the chance to hit the weights, Danny announced breakfast. All of us headed back into the great room and lined up to load up our plates. Danny had outdone himself as usual, creating various things for breakfast. I sat there with a cup of coffee and watched the guys sit around and talk about various things. A few guys put their plates into the sink and drifted back out to the weight room. When I came back from the bathroom, the Dream Avenue guys were in the pool, swimming laps. I could see their buns surface a time or two and the sight of the bare wet buns made me hot. I shivered with excitement. Plenty of time to take their asses. I turned back to the weights and went all out with Mark spotting me. I looked up in time to see Rupert leading Hugh out to the pool.

"Make sure he takes the leather jock off before he goes in!" I called out. "It will get ruined, and leather is kinda expensive."

"Okay!" Rupert said.

I watched him remove the jock and collar from Hugh and send him into the pool with a slap on the buns. Daniel and Tom joined them a moment later. I turned back to the workout and finished it just as Shiro and Sammo walked in to start their workout. I went out to the pool and started a few laps myself. Mark had a different idea of laps and was giving his cock a workout inside Jesse McCoy. I finished my laps and got out to see Hugh getting plugged in both ass and mouth by Aaron and Harley. The other Dream Avenue guys were standing over them giving them a cum shower as Harley unloaded first in Hugh's mouth followed by Aaron unloading in the English boy's ass. I felt something lick my cock and I looked down to see Jake and Jonathon competing for my cock. I led both to a lounge and lay down and invited them to keep going. Both of them didn't waste any time going for my cock. Sammo and Shiro were off in a corner with Billy. He was practicing his scales as Shiro licked his ass and Sammo sucked the teen's cock. Tom, Daniel, and Rupert were busy working Brian over, licking and sucking on his body. Peter, John, and Micko were getting it on as Jeffers slowly stroked his cock.

I turned my attention back to Jake and Jonathan to let them know I was about to cum. They just grinned and Jonathan deep throated my cock while Jake licked and sucked my balls. Suddenly I was cumming all over their faces. They kept on sucking me until I went dry, and the started to lick each other's faces clean. I could hear the sounds of boy, teen, and man orgasms coming from around me as I slipped into peaceful slumber.

***

I woke up sometime later to find myself lying on a mattress with Jake and Jonathan lying on me. Jake had his right hand around my balls while Jonathan was holding my cock with his left. I lifted my head to see what was going on. Shiro and Sammo were sitting on a lounger wrapped up together. Greg, Jesse, Chris, Frankie, and Matt were sitting in the Jacuzzi with Harley and Aaron, discussing something. Billy, Micko, Hugh, and Peter were sitting in the shallow end of the pool holding their own discussion. Everyone else was napping still. Sex does take a lot out of a guy.

I sat up carefully trying not to disturb the two sleepers with me. I stretched out and went into the house for two things, the bathroom and a cold beer. I came back out five minutes later and wondered where everyone had disappeared. I walked closer to the pool and suddenly I was hit by water from every direction.

"WATER FIGHT!" Danny yelled as he got me with a hose.

I turned around and got hit by a super soaker on the side of the face. I stumbled backwards and into somebody holding another super soaker. I grabbed the small wet slippery body and lifted it in front of me.

"HEY!" it squealed. "NOT ME!"

I wrapped my left arm around the body's torso and managed to get his super soaker from him and went after Danny, using the boy as a shield. I managed to get close to him and then let the boy go. I quickly grabbed the hose from Danny and got it pointed in another direction. He and I nodded just slightly and then suddenly we turned and charged the group behind us, attacking them with hose and super soaker. All the guys screamed and ran off in different directions. For the next hour or so, we completely soaked down everything. That was the most fun I'd had in a long time. I really enjoyed the chance to really relax and act like a kid again.

We finally collapsed and laughed our asses off.

"That was the most fun I've had in ages," Mark said.

Everyone agreed. I looked up to see that Danny in his infinite wisdom had closed the sliding glass door between the house and the pool area.

"Carpet doesn't need cleaning yet," Danny explained. "It will after all these young 'uns go home."

"Who you calling young 'uns, old fart!" Hugh demanded.

Danny just grinned, grabbed Hugh and carried him over to a chair on the patio. He put the wriggling boy over his knee and gave him ten good slaps on the bare ass. Hugh thought it was great fun and laughed the whole time. I smiled watching the scene.

Unknown to me, Sammo and Shiro slipped into the house and set up sandwich fixings out on the dining room table. I heard one of the glass sliding doors open up and I turned to see Sammo standing there.

"Anybody interested in some eats?" he asked casually, and then jumped out of the way as everybody led by Brian, stampeded into the house. I laughed even harder at Sammo's expression as I strolled past him.

"Now you know how I feel every time I shout food," I said, still laughing.

He had to grin as he fell in behind me and joined me at the table. Everyone got what they wanted and spread out around the great room to eat. I relaxed in my recliner and looked at the clock. It was now mid-afternoon and I was wondering what to do next. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and everything was ready for it, including the New Year's Day itself. I had been tossing around an idea of a football pool but with a new twist to it. I'd have to run it past everyone later. Then another great idea struck me. Why not run all the guys through the playroom? Danny Shiro, Neil Sacha, and I would play the masters while all the guests would be the played. Neil's eyebrows rose at the sight of my evil smile and gently nudged Shiro.

"Oh oh," he said, "Dad's been bitten by the jazz again."

Tom Fulton looked up. "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"Depends on what it is and who the victim is," Sammo said as he sat down with his plate.

"Ten bucks says the victim is Hugh in the playroom," Sacha announced.

Taran nodded. "I'll take that bet, but I left my wallet in my pants upstairs."

The bets were quickly laid. I just smiled a bit more and said nothing. Let them stew for a bit. I sipped my glass of sake and considered what I should do to poor little Hugh. Then I knew just what I would do. He'll go crazy for sure. I was going to enjoy this.

***

Once everything was cleared away, everyone stood in a circle as I walked around them. I circled them twice and then grabbed Hugh and slung him over my shoulder. All the guys broke out into cheers as I led the way to the playroom. I set him down on his feet and led him to the X cross.

"What are your safe words?" I asked him.

"Snape is my stop word. Slytherin is my slow word," Hugh said.

"Good. Use them if you have to," I instructed him.

I went to the cabinet and pulled out a six inch [15 cm] vibrating dildo. I unrolled a condom (condoms should be used with ass toys, folks. There is the possibility one could catch something if they are not cleaned before using again. Condoms make this so much easier) and coated it with a thin film of KY. I turned around and saw Neil loosening Hugh's ass for the vibrator. He backed off as I walked over and put it at his entrance. I gently pushed it up inside him and he moaned in pleasure.

"Now stand up and walk over to the cross and put your back to it," I instructed Hugh as I guided him in place. Danny and I cuffed Hugh in place. I went back to the cabinet and got out three more things. One was a device with a pair of little vibrating suction cups to go on the nipples. The next one was a vibrator to slip on over the cock, and the third was a vibrating ring that went at the base of the cock and would pleasure the base of the cock and the top of the balls. Shiro unrolled a condom on Hugh's erection before the cock toy went on. Now Hugh was all set for the ride of his life.

Once the pleasure devices were in place I pulled up a chair and sat down. I started up the one in his ass first, starting it at a low speed and bringing it up faster slowly. Hugh closed his eyes and moaned out loud.

"Wow! Feels so good!" he exclaimed.

I grinned. "Best is yet to cum."

The guys laughed at the pun and watched as the boy arched his back and writhed in pleasure on the cross. I started the ring vibrator at the base of his cock. That got a real reaction from Hugh.

"OH MY GOD!" he yelled.

"Not so loud, Hugh!" Tom exclaimed.

"This room is soundproofed. No worries mate," Sammo grinned.

I played that vibrator up and down in time with the other one. When the ass one slowed down, the ring one sped up. Hugh was getting worked up. I nodded to Shiro and he started the vibrator that was on Hugh's cock. He let his head go back and he moaned out loud as his body shivered. We played those vibrators for another moment until I gave Shiro another nod to start the ones on the boy's nipples. Hugh gasped out loud as those started to tickle his nips. All of the guys watched as Hugh writhed on the cross moaning and crying out loud from the sexual pleasure he was feeling.

"This has to be a trip," Tom said, staring at the teen slowly being brought to an orgasm by the toys.

"You're next," I said.

Hugh was gasping and panting by now and begging, wanting to cum.

"Let me cum, please let me cum, I gotta cum, I wanna cum, please!" he yelled.

I nodded at Shiro and we played the vibrators faster. Suddenly Hugh shook as he yelled out. I knew he was cumming.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" he screamed, and then relaxed.

Sammo, Danny, and Mark carefully let him down and laid him on one of the nearby tables. Shiro removed the three vibrators from him while I gently pulled the one from Hugh's anal channel. He sighed and closed his eyes, going to sleep.

"Is he going to be okay?" Daniel asked, a worried look on his face.

"Sure," I said turning to Tom. "He'll be fine. Your turn, blondie."

Tom stood up and took a deep breath. "Go for it."

I grinned at him and wiggled my eyebrows.

***

It took us about two hours to work them all through that scenario. At one point I was beginning to worry if I had enough condoms to do them all, but Danny had gone into a supply closet and pulled out a bunch more.

"Got the bases covered boss dude," he grinned.

Daniel lifted his head weakly and said, "You mean you got the cocks covered."

I had to chuckle at that. I turned back to the cross where Jake Llewellyn was the current victim. His eyes had that glazed faraway look and I knew he was about to unload. I nodded to Shiro and both of us jacked the vibrators to the top in one go. The effect was instantaious. Jake's eyes bugged wide and he stiffened right up. He stayed like that all the way through his ejaculation and the slumped down once he was done. He was out like a light a minute later and Shiro and I carefully laid him down on a mattress. Neil came back down into the playroom with a tray full of snacks, glasses of orange juice, and bottles of cold water, which was greatly appreciated after an intense scene like that. Hopefully that would take the edge off all these horny teens. At least I hoped.

"Sacha's setting out the eats if anybody can make it up there," Neil reported.

I nodded. "Good. Ask him to come down here when he's done. Anyone still conscious needs to hear this."

Neil's eyes changed for a moment and then nodded. "Message sent."

Sacha bounded down the stairs a moment later. "What's up Dad?"

"I have a couple of ideas for tomorrow night and New Year's Day if all of you are game," I started.

"What's on your mind?" Rupert asked.

"Well, one is to cum in the New Year by doing our own version of a countdown. There's twenty-six of us here. When they hit the twenty six second mark, one person cums and each person assigned a number cums until we get to number one," I said.

"COOL!" Aaron yelled. "I love it!"

All the others agreed to it instantly. I knew this would be a New Year's Eve they would never forget. Ever.

I walked over to the wall and pulled down a chart showing the various bowl games and the teams.

"This is a list of the bowl games and the teams. There are six bowl games this year. We are going to do a slightly different version of a football pool," I grinned.

Danny's eyes lit up. That boy just loves football. I knew he'd be betting on his college team for sure. The others were starting to grin as well.

"So," Greg asked casually, "Just what are the proposed stakes?"

I began to grin. "Well, there can be only six winners at this. So, these six winners will get to screw all of us losers silly."

That met with a roar of approval. We all lined up and started putting our marks in the empty boxes on the charts. It was very simple. The chart was a box. There were an equal number of smaller boxes in them. On one side of the box was a team name. Then there were numbers representing the possible scores running alongside each box. The person making a mark inside a box would choose what he thought the end score would be. If he got closest to the actual final score of the game, he won. Jake joined the line once he had recovered and added his marks to the charts. Now that was all set.

Sammo stepped back and nodded. "Now that is done, how about some eats?"

That suggestion cleared the playroom.

***

The activity down in the playroom had wiped us out, so we opted for a quiet evening. Some of us were spread out around the great room relaxing with a buddy while the others had started an informal video game tournament in the TV room with the stereo going. Sacha had decided he wanted to snuggle up on my lap for a bit and that was fine with me. He lay across my lap on his right side and I was running my fingers through his soft hair. I could swear he was purring from the caresses I was giving him. Even though he had his unique talents, he was still very much a little boy and still needed a good cuddle every now and then which I was only too happy to do for him. He had barely known his parents so this was a treat for him and I enjoyed having him curl up on my lap. Even Neil did it too, and it always gave me pleasure to cuddle with them. It seemed to satisfy something inside of me. I sure wasn't a traditional Dad, but I tried to be the best Dad I could to my boys and I know they loved me even though I fuck up from time to time, and they know I love them unconditionally.

I continued to pet Sacha as I listened to Mark, Jeffers, and Brian argue special tactics over special weapons. Their argument made sense on each point. I always had the opinion that one should use whatever gave you the big advantage over the enemy and of course they saw my point right away, but still it was fun to debate them. I much preferred the kind of debates I used to do in bars against all comers, but I rarely get that chance anymore. I hated retirement.

I heard the clock bong in the hallway and looked at my watch. It was eleven at night. The TV room wasn't as noisy, and Sacha had drifted off to sleep. He looked so sweet sleeping on my chest. For that one moment, he looked like a little angel.

"They all look like that when they sleep, don't they?" Jeffers asked me.

"Yes," I nodded, my voice so full of emotion as I stroked Sacha's cheek.

Mark nodded. "A beautiful sight."

I started to move, trying to pick up Sacha and then realized how heavy he was, even dead asleep. I sometimes forget the admatium metal that has been bonded to his skeleton makes him about three times heavy than he should be. A normal boy his age and size usually tips the scale at 95, 100 pounds [43-45 kg]. Sacha is nearly two hundred eighty pounds [125 kg] of boy, admatium metal, flesh and all. Mark, Danny, and Brian helped me carry him upstairs and put him into bed with Neil. Neil just rolled over in his sleep and threw his arm protectively around his brother and went back to sleep. I covered them up and watched them for a moment. I closed the door to their bedroom and started down the hall. All the doors in the hall were closed, but not everyone was being quiet. Some of the couples were being happy together.

I walked into my office and was surprised to see Sammo and Shiro standing there.

"Can we talk to you Dad?" Shiro asked.

I sat down in my chair. I had a feeling this was going to be serious. "What's on your minds?"

Both of them took a deep breath and nodded to each other. "We want to commit to each other. Can we please have a commitment ceremony?"

I thought about that for a moment. The commitment ceremony was the closest thing they could get to short of marrying each other. I knew they were true and faithful to each other and their love for each other touched me deeply. I made the decision. I stood up, took their hands and placed them together, and placed mine on theirs.

"Both of you have my blessing," I said.

They jumped for joy and hugged each other and then me. I smiled as they went upstairs together. They truly deserved each other.

***

I got up a bit early as was my habit and after bundling up, went for my usual five mile [8 km] run. It also gave me a chance to think things over in my mind as to the state of affairs in our house. We were a strong united team, all of us having pulled together and having pulled off the impossible quite a few times. Yes, there had been a few injuries here and there, but nothing real major and they were reminders that we weren't invincible like we thought we were. All in all, I though we had a pretty good life.

Brian met me in the weight room and we spotted each other as we worked out. I must confess that my mind was still very much on the conversation that I had with Sammo and Shiro last night. Brian looked at me with a question in his eyes and I told him everything after making sure nobody else was listening.

"Did you know I am an ordained minister of a church in Arkansas?" he asked me.

That bowled me over. I just stared at him with mouth wide open.

"Church of Sacred Heart. I minister there every chance I get and I have performed many boy/boy marriages as well. I always get so moved every time I see two young men start out life together. If people would see what I do, they'd change their minds about gay people, especially gay teens. It's close to the Arkansas and Georgia state line. My commanding officer looks the other way because he secretly supports what I do," Brian said. "I'll show you my credentials."

I found my voice. "I believe you."

"May I go and talk to them?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

He walked out as Danny walked in. I stretched as Danny sat down on a bench next to me and sipped his coffee. I watched his expression.

"Coffee bad?" I asked.

"No. Just trying to decide if I like Harley cream or Hugh cream in my coffee," he said as he sipped his coffee again.

Something about that statement just set me off. I rolled on the floor laughing so hard my sides were hurting. Danny raised his eyebrows at me as the other teens looked on.

"Woah! Logan's freaking!" Aaron said.

Hugh squeezed through everyone. "I know just the cure!"

He got down between my legs, pulled my shorts down, and attacked my cock with his mouth and started sucking.

"What the hell kind of cure is that?" Taran asked.

"Mouth to cock resuscitation!" Hugh said, and then dived down on it again.

Danny snorted coffee through his nose and he started cracking up along with the others. I was too far gone at that point to even comment. I will say this, that boy can suck. He got me to the point of no return and backed off. Next thing I knew, he was shoving his ass down on my cock and started riding me.

"OH SHIT!" I yelled out.

Just before I got to the breaking point, I shoved him off me, draped him over a bench, shoved in, and started fucking him like there was no tomorrow. Hugh was getting very vocal as my cock worked his ass. I slapped his bare buns a few times, making him cry out. I hit my breaking point and went over the edge.

"Gonna fill your pretty little ass with my man cum boy!" I groaned.

I did just that, making him beg for more as he felt me cum inside of him. I sighed once I pulled out of him having finished filling him up.

"Enjoy your work out?" Hugh smiled sweetly.

My only response was to strip myself, strip him, throw him over my shoulder, and march out to the pool, and off the edge right into it.

***

The rest of the day was spent getting everything ready for the evening's festivities. One of the things I wanted to try was a big group fuck. Naturally everyone was for it.

"That's gotta be a wild idea," Peter said as the others grinned.

Matt Ballenger scratched his chin. "There's plenty of us, we could pull it off very easy."

Chris Traysmont snorted. "Dude, that's such a fucking wild far out idea. I love it."

Frankie Galonno burped from the couch where he sat, enjoying a cold soda and a blowjob from a very eager Hugh. "Definitely count me in."

"Gee, and here I thought the initiation was funky enough," Billy Golman laughed.

The memory of a very hairy Brian in the nightie was enough to make us all laugh. Frankie sighed a moment later and Hugh backed away, licking his lips.

"Another satisfied customer, Hugh?" John Jackson laughed.

Hugh grinned eagerly as he nodded his head while Daniel tried to put the ball gag back in place on him. His masters had him in full leather today and it looked good on him. There was the usual leather jock in place. He was wearing a basic harness that had a pair of straps going over the shoulders to a pair of steel O rings on his torso and back and had straps that ran around his torso just slightly under his rib cage. His hands were restrained behind him with leather cuffs, and on his ankles was a set of leather ankle cuffs with a short chain between them, restricting his movement a little. Hugh looked like a true submissive. The leather he had on looked a bit worn and scuffed. I had a sudden inspiration and pulled Daniel off to the side for a quick conference.

"What's the chances of you guys coming to Peckertown for a few weeks?" I asked him as Tom and Rupert followed.

Rupert thought for a moment. "I really don't know. We'd need a really good excuse to pull that off."

"Planning something like that would take a bit of doing," Tom admitted. "Why?"

"I was just wondering where you guys got Hugh's leather," I asked.

Daniel sighed. "That took some doing. We took apart a bunch of leather rigs to make his gear from scratch. As for the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, we got lucky and found them in property one day. Everything else was built from something."

"I was thinking if your four could somehow get yourselves out there, I'll introduce you guys to a leather master out there who could get you top of the line leather gear built to Hugh's measurements. Not only that, I could run him through a training Academy to teach him how to be a true submissive," I said.

Their eyes lit up. I had hit the jackpot with them.

"How about a chastity belt setup for him as well?" Tom asked, rubbing his hands together as he chuckled evilly.

Now that was something I'd never thought of. Might be fun to get four sets and belt the boys for the hell of it.

"Let me see what I can do," I smiled.

They laughed as they went back to the great room. I'd call Marc Fogel after the New Year's and see what he could do for me. I had been playing with the idea of buying a big farmhouse out there in Peckertown and using it as a second base when we escort other celebrities out there. The more I thought about it the more I was convinced it would be a good idea. Yup, time to make some calls to Marc. I went back into the great room and watched Hugh working on Billy's cock while Chris Traysmont plowed his ass. I do enjoy watching boys and teens enjoy their sex, but I also enjoy doing it with them. After Chris pulled out, I got on my knees and slid my cock deep into Hugh. The boy moaned out loud and then dived back down on Billy's cock. Billy started working his scales again until Mark's cock going down his throat cut him off. That kind of started a sexual free for all. Everyone grabbed someone and started making out. I looked to see Shiro and Sammo teaming up on Daniel, Sammo in his ass, and Shiro in his mouth. Rupert and Tom ganged up on Greg Rapallo and was working him over. The older teen enjoyed having Tom in his ass while trying to deep throat Rupert's cock. Frankie, Jesse, and Matt were doing a round robin on Jonathon, making the kid go crazy. Aaron and Harley were doing their own thing, Harley slowly fucking Aaron. I had the feeling they would be together for a long time. I hoped so, they deserved each other. John Jackson and Jake Llewellyn were being attended to by Brian. Jeffers and his boy were on the couch, Jeffers lying on Peter's back and fucking him. I turned back to my own pleasure and sighed as I felt my cock exploring Hugh's ass. The English boy was nice and tight, and he sure knew how to use his ass to please. I felt my cock start to swell and I knew I was going to cum inside this little sweetie.

"Gonna cum in you, Hugh. Gonna fill you up with my man cum," I whispered into his ear.

He responded by squeezing my cock hard with his ass muscles. I groaned as I unloaded my sperm deep inside of him. Hugh deep throated Billy as I pushed my finger into the country singer's ass and diddled his young prostate. Billy clamped down on my finger and I felt his body shiver as he ejaculated into Hugh's mouth. Billy in turn deep throated Mark's cock, making him cum. I could hear the sounds of teen and man orgasms ring through the room as everyone unloaded their fleshy cannons.

I sighed as I lay back, watching Hugh curl up and drift off to sleep. I stood up and stretched, and then headed upstairs to my shower. Dried cum on the body doesn't feel good and is difficult to get out of chest hair. Not a good feeling. Besides, I needed to get things set up for tonight. We had the group fuck yet to do, and then the cum down at midnight. This would be a New Year's long remembered.

***

The guys woke around eight, having taken a four-hour nap. I knew their batteries would be well charged by now. I figured we would try the group fuck in a few minutes. Hopefully it would work. We also needed to draw numbers for the cum down at midnight. Neil went to find a hat while four of the guys wrote out the numbers. I decided to use those numbers to determine the order each person would be in for the fuck chain we would do.

"Works for me," Taran grinned. "You sure do know how to make things interesting, Davie."

I leered at him. "You ain't seen nuthin' yet, bub."

"Be afraid. Be very afraid," Sammo intoned as he walked past with a couple of cold cokes.

People laughed as Neil came back with the hat. I checked each number and folded the paper in half and threw them into the hat. I shook it gently, mixing up the numbers.

"Okay, the way this works is that each guy picks a number. That will determine the order for both the cum down and the fuck chain," I said.

"I like that idea," Peter said.

Each person drew their respective number, and the order ended up like this: John, Jake, Jonathon, Micko, Daniel, Rupert, Tom, Billy, Greg, Frankie, Taran, Jesse, Matt, Chris, Aaron, Harley, Jeffers, Peter, me, Brian, Mark, Danny, Shiro, Sacha, Neil, Sammo, and Hugh. He got super excited and I smiled at his exhuberance.

"All right, lets go for it. Thirteen people move while the others relax," I explained as we started getting in place.

As each person got into the man in front of him, he'd announce he was in. I enjoyed feeling Peter penetrate me. His slim long cock felt so nice sliding inside me. Hugh closed the chain by slipping his cock into John.

"Oh my God, we actually did it!" Taran said.

The action started with every other guy slowly starting to fuck the guy in front of him, getting fucked by the guy behind him in the process. It was hot. It was wild, and we were doing it. Somehow we all managed to cum almost at the same time. I enjoyed feeling Peter empty his balls into me.

"This is something I'm going to remember for a long time," Billy sighed as he caught his breath a moment later.

"That's an understatement," Taran said as he lay on the floor next to Jesse.

The rest of us broke out laughing at the whole scene. Sammo handed out wipes for everyone to use and then headed into the kitchen. The rest of us turned on the big screen that I had moved out into the great room and set up. Having satellite was great. I was able to pull in the channel from Peckertown and they had a great show going. Yoshi and his guys were doing their best to rock the house while the crowd of boys was dancing in front of the stage. I wondered what their idea of the apple drop would be. Somehow I didn't think it would be the apple New York used in Times Square. I'm sure it would be something unique.

We relaxed and kicked back for the next three hours. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom came down into the great room around eleven thirty, grinning like a couple of hyenas. I didn't dare ask. Tom bent over and whispered something into Neil's ear and he laughed out loud.

"Dude, that's so wild!" he exclaimed.

Tom, Daniel, and Rupert just grinned. I looked around the room and suddenly wondered just where Hugh was. I hoped he'd be down here soon. The clock got closer and closer to midnight and still no Hugh. Neil just looked at me.

Trust me Dad, he said.

I just nodded and hoped it wouldn't be too outrageous.

The guys all moved into a relaxed circle once the clock hit eleven fifty five. The crowd on TV was getting pumped up and so were we. The countdown had gotten started, so all of us grabbed our cocks and started jacking off. John would start us off on the cumdown. Right at the twenty-six second mark, John threw back his head and cried out, shooting his cum up into the air. That set us off like I hoped, and each guy came right to the second. Suddenly I was aware of something floating down to the floor from the ceiling. Right at the one-second mark, the black cloak on the figure disappeared, revealing a naked Hugh wearing a ribbon sash with 2003 printed on it in gold glitter and a diaper at his knees. He came right on time, shooting his cum all over us as he rotated in mid air.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he cried out joyfully.

All of us broke up laughing, slapping each other and hanging off the person next to us. I slipped on the plastic sheet covered with cum and went down, knocking Neil down at the same time. Having lost his concentration, he dropped Hugh right on top of me. Before long all of us were rolling around in boy and man cum. What a way to ring in the New Year! I'm still kicking myself for not having a camera set up to record the scene. Oh well. Next time I hope.

***

I woke up the next morning and groaned. Danny stumbled out of the bathroom, stopped, and then raced back in again. I normally don't go overboard with the booze, but this was a special occasion so I went for it. I was regretting it now. I pushed Danny aside and raced into the bathroom myself. When I came out, Harley was standing there with two cups of coffee. I took mine as he handed Danny his.

"There's Hugh cream in yours this morning. I gave double cream to Sammo and Shiro this morning," Harley stated. "Peter and Jeffers are working up breakfast."

I smiled. "Thanks Harley. You guys are a great bunch of guys."

"First game in three hours. I'm looking forward to taking your ass," Harley grinned as he walked out of the bedroom.

I had forgotten about the football pool. I pulled on some loose shorts and followed Danny down to the kitchen. I blinked as Hugh walked past me in a tiny waitress outfit and collared.

"I'm not gonna ask," Danny said from behind me.

"Are you sure this is plain coffee?" I asked Harley.

The guys just laughed as Hugh sat Danny and me down. He informed us what was available and took our order. He served up our food quickly and efficiently. Hell, he'd be perfect at the Tasty Buns. Once everyone was served, Hugh retreated into the kitchen and got out of the tiny dress and started cleaning up the kitchen. If someone wanted more coffee, all they needed to do was raise their cup. Hugh served it up quick, asking if they needed cream. Danny was the only taker.

***

"Guys, can we have your attention?" Sammo asked.

We settled down into chairs and looked to see Sammo and Shiro holding hands, Brian behind them.

"Sammo and I have been together for a long time, first as friends, and now as lovers. We know we are going to be together for the rest of our lives, so this morning we are going to commit to each other, and would be honored if all of you would be witnesses," Shiro said.

"One day we will make our Union official in Peckertown, but for now this is the closest we can get. We've asked Brian to unite us," Sammo said.

Both of them turned to face Brian. He picked up a book and read the commitment ceremony. Sammo and Shiro then turned to face each other.

"Don't forget the rings," Brian whispered.

Shiro smiled and turned to Sacha. Sacha grinned back and reached into his shirt pocket and presented the two plain gold bands to Shiro. Shiro then handed them over to Brian. Brian said a blessing over them and then each boy picked up the one meant for the other. Sammo slipped Shiro's ring on Shiro's finger while he recited his vow. Shiro did the same to Sammo. Both of them obviously wrote their own vows, they were so beautiful. Brian then had them join hands and he placed his on theirs and said a prayer over them and then pronounced them committed. I was so proud of them as I hugged them both. Was a great way to start a life together on the first day of a New Year. We toasted the new couple and wished them well in their lives together.

There wasn't anything to do until the games started so I decided on a workout. That seemed to inspire the others so they followed along behind us in the weight room, pairing off with whoever happened to be behind them at the moment. It was a good decision on my part. It helped to burn off the rest of my hangover and charge my batteries for the day. I was going to need my strength if I was one of the game winners. I relaxed on a lounger after having done laps in the pool. I watched Hugh swim in the pool wearing a green two-piece girl's bikini, the bottom part a thong. It looked hot and sexy on him. Taran sat down next to me and shook his head.

"That kid's a real submissive," he remarked.

I had to agree. He'd be a big hit down in Peckertown.

"Game time!" Aaron's voice called out, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Time for some fun.

***

I growled as I got on hands and knees next to the others as the six winners circled us gleefully. I was pissed my team lost, and so badly! Never should have bet on them.

"We'll start with David here and work our way down the line," Rupert announced. "I'm first, then it will be Aaron, Greg, Tom, Brian, and Peter."

I felt Rupert's cock slide into me as the fucking began. He fucked me until he got close to his breaking point. Aaron was next into me and his cock felt good going in.

"Dude, you feel so good on my cock," Aaron whispered into my ear.

I liked having him inside me. Made me feel good. Rupert was good too in his own way. No two boys fuck in the same way. Hard to explain, but it's the truth. I could tell who was fucking me as each boy got into me. Felt so good and I enjoyed it.

I moved out of the way after Peter had done me. I hoped they would be able to keep from cumming until Peter had gotten into Jeffers. The six boys were going to jack off over us and that would end the scene. Watching the six boys playing leap fuck was so much fun. I'd have to suggest this to Marc Fogel when I call him and tell him to try it out sometime. Guaranteed to be a party game favorite. Taran tapped me on the shoulder and I quickly sat down on the plastic sheet as close to the guys as I could get. The six winners started wanking themselves, wanting to get off now. Peter was the first to break and his hot moans set off the others. It wasn't long before all of us were covered by teen cum. I licked some of it off Hugh's face as he laughed. I was going to miss this perpetually horny kid when he left.

That was the end of things. Everyone kind of drifted off and started doing their own thing, and that was fine by me. I was starting to feel a bit burned out myself so I went and slid into the Jacuzzi to soak. I needed to plan on how to get everyone home safely and not stretch out things too much. Hugh walked up to me and sat down on the cement in front of me.

"Want a massage?" he asked.

That sounded like a great idea.

***

We went to Peckertown after dropping the Dream Avenue guys off in New York. Aaron and Harley were the last to be escorted home. Marc Fogel grinned as I shook his hand on the tarmac of the little airport.

"Thanks for your phone call. The Scotti Brothers have something for you to look at. That was something that should have been done along time ago when you established a branch office out here. I know just the right two people that can live in it and assist you two guys when you need it. Naturally you can call on others if the need arises," Marc said as he led us to the limo van.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

"As to the other matter, it will need a bit of planning. I assume that Aaron and Harley are in the loop on it?" Marc asked.

"Yup. They have Daniel Redrock's number in England and they will coordinate the efforts with them. Naturally we will be hired to escort them here and do their security along with who ever's available at the time," I said.

Marc smiled. "Paulo has been informed that he will be getting a special slave for the academy. He knows it is important to keep this person quiet. He has planned on keeping him separate from the others to ensure his safety."

"Good. That will ease his owners minds," I said. "He will need brand new custom made leather gear as well."

Marc grinned. "We got lucky in that department. There is a pair of brothers that are exceptionally talented in that area who opened a leather store. They bought an adjoining farm and use the barn on the property to create everything. Very reasonable. I'd be willing to introduce you to them."

"Good. What else do they make?" I asked.

Marc handed me the keys to the van. "Go find out."

I did, and the end result was four complete sets of leathers for the boys. It certainly brought out the leatherman in Sacha. They looked so hot in them. That wasn't al we got either. We ended getting a big farm to the north of Aaron's, close to the Peckertown Training Academy. We looked over the files of a dozen boys and chose a married couple to be the caretakers. They proved to be very tough when it came to defending the property. Mark Havershaw promised an immediate retrofitting of the property as he took the teens with him for immediate training. Having taken care of that, I turned to the team.

"Gents, let's go party," I declared.

The smiles I got back were heartwarming.

Micah Anders, the boy who does the Mazda commercials is the guest stars this episod This story is being written in two POV's, one in Micah's and the other in Sacha's. Enjoy!

Los Angeles, CA – Monday, 1530 hours
Micah

Sacha asked me to write about what happened, so I will. What happened certainly changed my life and mind about a lot of things. I've come away from the experience a man. Yes, I'm only twelve and hardly a man, but Dad thinks I've become one from the experience. It all started when I got on the small Lear jet belonging to the Mazda car company. They had just finished building their version of a SUV and wanted to shot the commercial in the Colorado wilds. Oh joy.

"Am I gonna wear a suit in the ice cold?" I asked.

The executive looked up. "No, not this time. You'll be in winter gear. Can't have our big star turn into an icicle."

I sighed in relief. I hated wearing the black suit and tie. Okay, so there are times when I do have to wear it and I can deal with that, but not for days on end. I prefer shorts and a t-shirt. I feel a lot more human in that.

Anyway, I was to go to Colorado on the plane by myself. I got on the plane with my small suitcase and a carry on bag. Terry the pilot made sure I was buckled up in my seat before we took off. Once in the air, I got out of my seat and got a soda to drink and then started playing my Game Boy.

"Micah," Terry's voice came over the intercom, "Can you get a cup of coffee for me please?"

I blinked as I jumped. Checking my watch, I noted the time. An hour had flown by so fast. I went into the tiny galley and got a travel mug full of coffee for Terry. I went up front and sat in the third chair behind the copilot's seat. Terry turned to face me and took the mug from my hands. I studied his face for a moment as he took a sip of the coffee. He had sandy brown hair cut short, bushy eyebrows, ice blue eyes, and a nice smile.

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

"That you're cute," I said without thinking.

His eyebrows went up and then I realized what it was that I had just said. I blushed and stood up to leave. Terry put his hand on my knee and smiled.

"Micah, sit down, okay? It's cool," he said.

I did, feeling my emotions getting out of control. He turned to face me and smiled. I had the feeling he didn't mind what I had said.

"I appreciate the comment, Micah. That was nice of you to say so," Terry said, sipping his coffee. "How old are you?"

"I'm twelve," I replied.

"Ah, the age where a boy starts to change," he said.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"Oh no. It's a very normal thing," Terry said.

"My Dad's talked to me about that," I said.

Terry nodded. "Good. He should. Every boy needs to know those things about growing up and how his body is going to change. Has he talked to you about sex?"

I nodded. "Yes he has."

"Now be honest with me, okay?" Terry asked.

I nodded my head in agreement nervously. Terry took another sip of coffee and tapped his finger on the control yoke a bit.

"Do you like looking at boys?" he asked me finally.

"Yes I do," I said softly, scared of his reaction.

"Do you think of them in a sexual way?" he questioned me.

I lifted my head and looked into the man's face. "Yes. I fantasize about being naked with another boy, touching his naked body and him touching me. Touching each other's…"

"Penis?" Terry guessed.

"Yeah," I shyly nodded as I blushed a deep red.

"No shame in that. Nothing wrong with wanting to touch another boy's cock," Terry grinned. "Enquiring minds want to know."

I had to smile at that. I felt relief go through me.

"Am I gay then?" I asked.

Terry glanced at the instrument panel. "Only you can answer that one yourself. Either you are or aren't. It's something you are born with. Don't be in a hurry to resolve that. It will take care of its self in time. For now all you're doing is being curious and exploring your sexuality."

That made me feel better. Terry saw the relief in my face.

"Hey, sometimes guys just want to have fun," he said. "What do you know about gay people?"

"Just what I've seen on TV. I saw something called the Gay Pride Parade once. A lot of strange people were in it. Would I have to look like them?" I asked.

Terry looked over at me. "No. Just be yourself. Now this is just my opinion, but I feel a lot of them do more harm to gay community by dressing up in those strange outfits and wear lots of makeup and crap. The media always focuses in on them and not the normal looking people in the parade. Me personally I like leather. Makes me feel good. That's not too outlandish considering what some of the other people are wearing. That's me. I'm sure you'll want to try out a few of the fetishes and that's cool. When you do find out what you like set your limits on things and never be afraid to say no. Don't let anybody try to convince you to overstep them. Your safety and well-being is important."

I thought for a moment. "What is a fetish?"

"Something people do things that turn them on sexually, like wear diapers, or girl's clothes, or leather things, and so on," Terry answered.

I blinked in amazement. "Wow. Is that why you like to wear leather?"

"That's one of the reasons. The other is simply that I like the feel of leather against my skin," Terry replied.

Suddenly the plane shook violently. Terry turned around back to the controls. The plane shook again and he grimaced.

"I don't like the looks of this, kid. Better get back into the cabin and buckle up. This ride is gonna turn nasty," Terry stated.

I dashed into the cabin and got back into my seat and strapped myself in. A bolt of lightning flashed on the left side of the plane, really lighting up the sky. The plane shook again and I was convinced we had been hit. I screamed, really scared now.

"Hang on Micah! We're in the middle of a nasty thunderstorm! I'll get us out of it!" Terry's voice came over the intercom as the cabin lights flickered.

I started to pray. Being Jewish, I fell back on the comforting Psalms and prayers I had learned at the Temple school. Saying them calmed me for the moment. Then another lightening strike lit up the right side of the plane and I heard a loud boom. That scared me nearly senseless, I screamed as loud as I could. I felt the crotch of my pants get wet as the plane shook violently once more. I felt the plane moving downward.

"Micah! Hang on! We're going down!" was the last words I heard from Terry.

I hung on as the plane shook from side to side, up and down, and forwards and backwards. Then the plane slammed into something and I hit my head on the back of the seat in front of me and got knocked out.

Logan's Mountain, Colorado – Tuesday, 0500 hours
Sacha

Something loud was ringing inside my head as I slowly came to. I found myself lying on my back on the floor in the middle of the great room. My head hurt bad, and I was seeing double of everything. Every movement hurt. I grit my teeth and rolled over onto my hands and knees. Once the dizziness and nauseous passed, I opened my eyes. I made the attempt to stand but decided to stay on my hands and knees. The ringing in my head wouldn't stop. I looked around for the source of the ringing and realized it was the cordless phone. It was on a stand next to a big potted plant. I blinked twice at it.

"Okay, I'm coming," I said in Russian. I crawled towards it and then realized I needed to pee badly. I looked at the potted plant and shrugged my shoulders. I got as close to it as I could and lifted my right leg. Damn that felt good.

"Plant needed watering," I muttered.

I reached up and grabbed the phone, punching the talk button.

"Hello?" I said as I sat down against the wall.

"Logan?" a man's voice sounded in my ear. The cool wall against my bare back jolted me even more. I could feel my healing talent start to kick in. Nice thing to have.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Logan is not in. This is Sacha, how can I help you?" I said as I felt my head start to clear quickly.

"Sacha? This is Mac out in Hollywood. You okay, kid? You sound drunk," he said as I moved my left leg and heard a clinking sound on the floor.

I reached for the object in question and discovered it to be an empty beer bottle. Then it all came back to me. Dad and the others had flown out that morning and would be gone for a few days. I had settled down to watch a John Wayne marathon on the AMC channel. Last thing I remember was opening a beer and watching John Wayne take out a bad guy.

I dropped the bottle back onto the floor and then sighed. "I'm okay, Mac. What's the situation?"

"Ever heard of a kid named Micah Anders?" he asked. I thought for a moment. "No, sorry. What's he done?"

"Ever seen the Mazda car commercials? He's the kid who says zoom zoom as the car speeds past him," Mac explained.

Then I remembered. "Yeah, I've seen it."

"He was on a plane to upper Colorado. It disappeared into a sudden thunderstorm around six last night," Mac stated. "We've been trying to get through."

I blinked. "Last night? Last thing I remember was sitting down around three in the afternoon watching John Wayne and having a beer."

Mac snorted. "Well it's five in the morning now. My first call to you was at eight last night, two hours after the fact."

My mind and body by this time had finished healing its self. I got up and went into the computer room. Checking the security computer, it indicated a power failure around seven thirty last night, power coming back on around four this morning.

"We had a power outage up here last night," I said.

Mac sighed. "That would explain why I couldn't get through. Any way you can help?"

I sat down at the computer and got to work. I'm not really computer savvy like Shiro is, but I can work it fairly well.

"Who else knows about this?" I asked.

"Colorado Air Control," Mac said.

I looked up Colorado Air control on the computer and then dialed their number into a second phone and used the speaker to talk to them.

"Colorado Air Control," a lady's voice answered.

"This is Sacha Logan of Samurai Inc. calling," I said.

She sighed with relief. "Oh thank God."

"I need to know where their last known position was, and if they have an electronic beacon activated. If they do have a beacon, I need the frequency," I stated.

"This is Colonel Travis," a man's voice said.

"Sacha Logan," I said, introducing myself.

"We know their last known position, but for some reason their emergency signal is not working," Travis said.

I groaned. "Damn! That's going to complicate things."

"Got an email? We can send you the last known coordinates and everything else we have," he said.

I rattled it off and waited. The mailbox dinged and I retrieved the email. Plugging the coordinates into the homepage we had with the GPS (Ground Positioning Satellite) folks, I started asking questions.

"What is the area like? Is there any way I could jump in?" I asked.

"No to jumping in. We called up a photo of the general area and there are way too many trees together. No real open spot to land in. You'd have to go in on foot or by snowmobile," Travis said.

Well hell. I didn't like that kind of news. The coordinates would give me the full story. Hopefully the plane wasn't too far away. I just hoped the survivors would be smart and stay put. I turned my attention to the computer and looked at the results. The center of the coordinates had the plane marked fifteen miles [25 km] north of the house. First good stroke of luck.

"Gents, the plane's center is fifteen miles [25 km] north of my house," I announced.

There were cheers from Mac and Travis.

"But the big problem is their direction of travel. They may have gone further and could be another couple of miles beyond that point. Travis, at what point did you lose them? At what altitude?" I asked.

I heard him ask the questions to people in the room. "About 500 feet [150 m]," he replied.

"That would put it over the top of trees, right?" I questioned.

"Just about," he replied.

I played with the GPS page for a moment trying to guess their final resting place. "Guys, I'm estimating about twenty miles [32 km] from my house. As soon as I hang up here, I'm packing and heading out. I'll keep in touch with Colorado Air Control," I said.

"Every two hours, please. If I don't hear from you by noon, everyone goes in. Got that?" Travis said.

My only response was "Aye aye, sir!"

I was on the trail by 0630. I'd cleaned up, showered, packed, dressed in winter battle fatigues, GPS handheld computer loaded and stowed, and I was ready for anything. I checked my direction once more, and started jogging in that direction. The weather service predicted a blizzard to move in late tonight, and I wanted to get Micah back to the house as fast as possible. The race against time was on. This was a race I had to win at all costs. I couldn't fail. I would not fail. That wasn't in the equation.

Tuesday morning 0700 hours
Micah

I groaned as I came around. My head hurt. I blinked a few times in the dark. Looking at my watch, it read seven in the morning. I blinked at that. I had been out for nearly thirteen hours! I was cold, shivering uncontrollably. I reached up into the overhead compartment after unbuckling myself free. As I pulled on the heavy jacket, I felt something heavy in one of the pockets. I checked it out and discovered a flashlight.

"Thank you God," I breathed.

That was the first sign of good luck. I turned it on to see a piece of sharp metal hanging over my seat. I had come inches of death. Seeing that scared me. Someone was looking out for me. I looked around the rest of the cabin and saw stuff everywhere. I made my way to the front and worked to get the cockpit door open. I wished I hadn't. Terry was dead. A tree branch was sticking out of his chest. I stared at his bloody body as I sank to the floor in tears. There was no reason for him to die. None. He had been a real friend, even helping me with some of my questions. Now he was gone.

I shook my head and turned back into the cabin. I started to search the cabin, finding food, water, a couple cans of red spray paint, rope and a toolbox. Inside the toolbox I found a saw blade that could cut tree branches. An idea slowly formed in my head. I tried the door but it was jammed and I couldn't tell if it was blocked or pushed out of alignment, something that never happens with a Mazda, naturally. So I had to crawl out over Terry to make it work. I didn't like the thought of doing that, but I had no choice. I wrapped Terry in some blankets and said the mourners kaddish over him. I hoped it was enough.

I managed to get out and surveyed the scene. My next bit of good luck was good, heavy branches didn't cover the plane. I could spray paint the top of the plane red. Hopefully that would help the searchers. I got busy and cut a few medium branches out of the way and started spray painting the plane. I was able to get on top of it to do the job. It took about two cans to cover what I could of the plane. I thought of using the rope to keep myself close to the plane but ditched that idea quick. I simply traveled in a straight line in a direction, and when I had gone about a mile out, turned around and followed the red blotches on the trees back to the plane. I used up the rest of the spray paint in about two hours.

By now it was about nine thirty, so I crawled back into the plane and curled up on a little couch and ate a bit of food and drank a little water. I didn't want to consume too much. I rested for a bit, and then kept on searching the plane. I got lucky again and found a snowsuit set in youth size. I pulled off the heavy jacket and got them on over my regular clothes and then put the heavy jacket back on. They were a tad bit baggy, but they would keep me warm. My good luck continued as I found more dry food and more bottled water. I also found a daypack that I loaded with the extra water and dry food. Now all I needed was someone to come and rescue me. I settled back down on the couch and prayed.

I thought about things. Why was Terry dead and I alive? I didn't know the answer and I hoped Terry was in a better place. He deserved to live. He deserved to be happy. This wasn't a good way to die. I've always envisioned someone dying peacefully, happy in the knowledge that they've lived a good long life. I had hoped that Terry would teach me some things about gay sex. What he had told me had helped me some. I had to hope that I would get out of here alive and find someone who would teach me things I needed to know. I sighed and folded a blanket into a pillow and lay down to rest some more. The aspirin I took for my headache was starting to work. I let my mind wander and I thought of my parents. They were great people. I loved them dearly and hoped I would see them again. They had always steered me right and given me good advice in the times I needed it. I just hoped they weren't too worried about me. I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Tuesday, 1000 hours
Sacha

I got lucky and remembered a cache we set up on the property line. I had forgotten to go to the shed and get a pair of snow skis and as a result was sinking in the heavy snow. With the skis on, I was practically flying over the snow.

I finally reached the last known position the plane was in and struck pay dirt. I found pieces of plane wings, but most importantly, smelled a very faint trail of plane fuel and other fluids. I grinned. I was pumped up on adrenaline, and my senses were extremely sharp. All I had to do was follow that trail. I reported in my find, which touched off a round of cheers. I stowed the cell, picked up the trail of fuel and other fluids, and started tracking again. I had gotten this far nearly nonstop. All that endurance training I had gotten at the hands of those drill instructors was paying off. I moved a bit slower this time, concentrating on following the faint trail I had found. The plane fuel finally petered out, but the oil smell was still there. Since oil is a bit thicker than plane fuel it would last a bit longer, and that's what I was banking on. I figured another hour. The plane had to move a bit farther from that point. There was little bits and pieces on the ground now, and that brought my plane moving some more miles theory closer to reality.

All of a sudden, I smelled paint. Spray paint. I walked over to a tree and examined the splotch of red spray paint. Then it occurred to me that maybe one of the survivors was laying a trail for me to follow. If that was the case, this guy was definitely a smart guy. I got closer to the tree to see if I could pick up a human scent, which I did. It was a kid's scent. Had to be Micah. If he was the one leaving the trail for me to follow, he definitely had the right idea. I tucked that idea away in my head for future discussion at the next crew meeting. I got moving again, putting the tree at my back in hopes I'd run into another marker. A moment later I did, and that told me I was on the right trail for sure. Within moments I found what was left of the plane. There was no mistaking the plane. The cabin and cockpit had survived largely intact, but the rest of the plane was scattered around me, most of the parts covered by last night's snowfall. I could smell many things now, the burn smell of plastic and rubber, two human smells, one alive and the other dead, and blood. I stopped and closed my eyes. I was not looking forward to this. I had seen death a few times while being the Professor's prisoner, but this was different. This was a person who shouldn't have died in the first place. I exhaled sharply and moved forward. I could see something wrapped in a blanket in the cockpit area and knew for sure it was the pilot. I hoped he didn't suffer, but by the looks of things, it was quick.

I moved around the plane and examined it. My first glance analysis had been right. The cabin held together remarkably well. The same person had painted the top of the plane red as well as the trees. I now knew it had been Micah. That had been a very smart move on his part, but the only problem was that the tops of the trees were so thick it was near impossible to see it from up there. I located the door and discovered a very thick tree branch against it. Hardly a challenge for someone with my talents. I popped my claws and went to work.

While I'm cutting the tree apart to get to the door let me tell you a bit about myself. First obviously, my name is Sacha. I am twelve, and hail from Russia. What makes me so unique is that I have adamatium metal bonded to my skeleton making my bones unbreakable. I also keep adamatium claws inside my forearms, six inches [15 cm] of razor sharp metal that will slice through anything like a hot knife through butter. I have six of them, three in my left arm, three in my right arm, which come out the backs of my hands when I need them. My second talent is a self-healing talent. My body can heal itself from any kind of wounds and poisons. My third talent is that I posses extremely sharp senses. My sense of smell, sight, and hearing are accelerated far beyond normal human level. I also have implanted in my jaws a pair of sharp canine teeth that came from a wolf. The Professor took it upon himself to tinker around with me and 'improve' me. The end result of that is all this, including possessing the violent nature of a Wolverine. One of these days I'll run into him again and discuss what he did to me in my particular manner.

I got the tree branch out of the way and worked the handle of the door, but it was jammed. I cursed in Russian and popped my right claws once again and went to work on the door. The door came apart real easy and I pulled it away from the plane. I went inside the plane and looked around for Micah. I found him huddled up on a couch, shining the flashlight in my face and very scared. He must have seen the claws cut through the metal door.

"Hi Micah, my name is Sacha. I'm here to rescue you. I'm part of an organization called Samurai Inc. My house is about twenty miles [32 km] south of here. So let me check you out to make sure you aren't injured, move the pilot in here, seal up the plane, and we can get out of here," I said.

"You're not going to hurt me?" he whispered.

I smiled. "No I'm not. I'll explain everything later. For now, let's get out of here fast."

Micah followed me out of the plane and into the snow. I handed him my cell and gave him the number for Colorado Air Control. While he talked to them, I worked on the front of the plane to free the body. Once I got him out, I rewrapped his body in the blankets and laid him out on the couch in the plane and moved the door back in place. I secured it with some thick tree branches by wedging them in place against the door. Then I reached into my pack for an electronic device, activated it, and placed it on the top of the place. Micah reacted to that.

"Hey! They said they just started receiving an electronic signal! Did you do that?" he asked.

I reached for the cell and Micah handed it to me. "Colonel Thomas? That was definitely me. The plane is twenty miles [32 km] north of my house, almost in a straight line. The signal should pinpoint the plane's location better. Micah is the only survivor, and I need to get going if we are to make it back to my house before that blizzard moves in. I don't like the looks of the clouds I'm seeing."

"Good job, son. You got a place here for you if you want it. We definitely could use someone of your talents," Colonel Thomas said. Hearing that made me feel good. Still not used to someone thanking me for using my unique talents for something good.

"Thank you sir. I'll consider your offer. For right now, Micah and me need to get moving. I'll call you in two hours with a progress report," I said. Thomas said goodbye and I hung up the cell.

"Almost forgot to tell you. This little pack contains several bottles of water and dried food," Micah said, lifting the little daypack and swinging it on his back.

"Way to go, Micah!" I cheered. "Now try to keep up with me if you can. I'm gonna lead us to a cache that me and my family set up for a situation like this. It's about eight miles away and the terrain is going to be tricky, especially with the snow. Got to move as fast as we can because of the weather but if you need a break tell me because it'll be worse if you get exhausted." Micah nodded and took a deep breath. "Let's go!" he said.

Micah 1300 hours

I wasn't aware of anybody being out there until I heard something scraping against the plane walls. I sat up and huddled against the wall in a little niche pointing the flashlight at the door. I was shocked when I saw a piece of metal suddenly appear in the door, and then slide around the door's perimeter like it was made of paper. I got even more scared and was pissing my pants when the piece of metal disappeared and the door pulled away. Then this boy stepped in and smiled at me. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I wasn't. He introduced himself and promised to tell me everything later.

I followed him out of the plane and watched him go around to the front where Terry was. I got the shock of my life when I saw metal come out of his hands and he used them to cut the cockpit open. He freed Terry and then handed me the cell phone and had me call Colorado Air Control. Boy did they get excited when they answered the phone. I told them about Terry and what I could remember of the plane crash, leaving certain things out. That was none of their business.

I watched Sacha do something to something in his hands and put it on the plane, screwing it in place securely. The people asked if Sacha had turned on some kind of electronic device and I said yes. Then I handed Sacha the cell and he talked to them for a moment and then turned to me. I told him about finding extra water and food and having it in the small backpack I had on my back. Sacha gave me thumbs up and then started leading me out of there. I was glad to be leaving, but I wished Terry was coming with us.

"Don't worry about Terry. Some people will come here and get him. You are the important person right now. A few miles away from here is a small cave where my family and I stashed some stuff in the event we needed it. This is that event," Sacha said.

"Cool. Like what?" I asked.

"How about a snowmobile for starters?" Sacha grinned.

"COOL! I've never been on one!" I shouted. "How fast does it go?"

"You'll find out," Sacha promised.

Boy did I! That was an experience I'll never forget.

It took us almost two hours to locate the little cave. Sacha knew exactly where it was. He left his skis behind but used the poles to check how deep the snow was and move branches out of the way. I know I slowed us down a bit and I couldn't help it. I really wasn't used to this kind of hiking and I needed to stop every now and then. Sacha didn't get mad or frustrated.

"Hang in there. We're almost there," he said.

Getting there was worth it. I stood there and looked at that shiny machine and was so glad to see it. Sacha grinned at me as I looked at it.

"The hard part is done. This is the easy part now. From this point it will take us about an hour to get to my place. All you got to do is hang on to me," Sacha said as he handed me a helmet to wear.

Hearing him say that sent chills up and down my spine. I felt myself get hard with excitement. I managed to get my arms around him and we were off, flying over the snow. The ride was exhilarating, the most exciting ride I'd ever had. We did stop twice to stretch a bit and take care of business. I couldn't see Sacha's penis, but I could see the long stream it made and the steam rising from it. I wondered if Sacha's penis was cut or not. Mine was, and it was because I was Jewish. Dad had explained why, and I accepted it as a normal thing. It really didn't matter in the end, I decided. If I could pee out of it and get pleasure from it, it worked just fine.

Sacha nudged me and I snapped to. I saw a huge house, a two-story house done in the old Victorian style. Sacha smiled at my reaction.

"Welcome to our humble home," he said.

"It's awesome," I said, smiling.

Sacha nodded. "That it is."

He slid the snowmobile into the garage that he opened by remote, and in the nick of time. The snow had started to fall. I stood by the open door and watched it fall for a few minutes as he secured the snowmobile.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked a moment later.

I turned to face him. "Yes. It seems so peaceful."

Sacha smiled as he patted me on the shoulder. "Come on. I got one thing left to do before we go into the house."

I followed him as the garage door closed on the snowscape. Sacha led me to a set of stairs and we went down them into what looked like a basement.

"I had a power outage here last night. I want to see why the emergency power generator didn't kick in," Sacha told me.

"That's not cool," I said.

He laughed as he opened a panel on the huge green box in front of us. He borrowed my flashlight and looked inside. He sighed a moment later.

"Blown fuse, that's why. All I have to do is replace it and we are back in business," Sacha told me.

I helped him by passing what tools he needed for the repair job. Once that was done, he led me into the small hall between the two basements. I blinked at the size of what Sacha called the Great Room.

"This is way awesome," I said.

"I'll show you the rest of the house later. For right now, how about a hot shower, a change of clothes, and some real food?" Sacha proposed.

He guided me upstairs and showed me to a guest room. It was big, almost twice the size of my room at home. I took my time in stripping down in front of a mirror and looked at my body out of habit. I was a bit on the slim side, had a few sparse hairs over my pride and joy which was coming to life from the attention it was getting. I grinned and got into the shower once I had adjusted the water. It felt so good to get clean again! I dressed in a set of sweats that Sacha had loaned me and left the guest room.

I heard what sounded like a moan, so I followed the sound and got a shock. Sacha was lying on his bed stroking his penis while saying my name. It sounded to me like he had the hots for me. I watched the sperm fly out of his penis and land on his body. His body was very muscular and well defined and I felt myself getting turned on. Suddenly Sacha sat up and I jumped. He looked at me and I backed out of the room and fled downstairs. I wasn't sure how to handle this.

Sacha

Seeing Micah standing there watching me jack off shocked me. I hadn't heard him at the doorway. I was concentrating on my pleasure. Feeling his arms around me as we rode on the snowmobile had made me hot and I needed relief. I decided to give him a bit of space to think, so I went into the shower and got cleaned up. I dressed in a kimono that Shiro had given me for Christmas, my first real Christmas present. I found Micah in the kitchen, eating an apple.

"Hot soup and sandwiches?" I asked.

He looked up at me and nodded. I got busy and made the early dinner. I looked out the big window above the sink to see the snow swirling fast and furious.

"Good thing I checked the generator," I said. "Looks like this is going to be a bad blizzard. The ones I've seen in Russia were worse than this."

That got Micah's attention. "You're from Russia?"

I launched into the story of my life and told him everything. Micah sat there and listened as he sipped a mug of hot tea. He shook his head at my descriptions of what the Professor had done to me, and smiled as I described life here.

"You definitely got it made here," Micah said.

"I'm glad, too. All of them have accepted me for who I am and what I am. They don't care that I'm gay, either," I said, watching his reaction.

That made Micah blink at me. "You are gay?"

"Yes I am. Does that bother you?" I asked.

"No, because I'm dealing with that myself," Micah admitted.

I nodded. "Took me a bit of time to get used to the idea that I was gay," I said. "Dad and the others helped me with it and now I'm okay with it."

Micah looked up at me. "I'm sorry for sneaking into your room and interrupting your activity. I didn't mean to, it was rude of me."

I waved my hand. "Hey, no biggie. Have you done it?"

"A few times. Sure makes me feel good. I'll tell you what. When I do it later, I'll let you watch and that will make us even," Micah proposed.

I considered the idea. He sure was bold to even say that. "Let me think about that. In the meantime, how about the grand tour?"

He jumped on that idea and off we went. I showed him around the house, starting with the top floor and ending in the covered pool area. I was in the mood for a swim, so I stripped down and dived in. When I came up to the surface, Micah was standing there with a surprised look on his face. I grinned at him and then it seemed like he had decided something. Next thing I knew, he had dived in with me. I got a glance at his cock as he dived in. It looked to be about four inches [10 cm] soft and cut. Micah was definitely on the slim side and that was all right with me.

We splashed around for almost two hours, and then got out and stretched out on a pair of loungers. I felt completely relaxed and I looked over at Micah. He looked relaxed and less nervous. I thought that if I appeared relaxed and cool about this he would too. I could see him looking at my gear and the thought of that started getting me aroused. I left it alone and let it do its thing. I could see his eyes bugging out; he was really staring. I casually reached for it and started to stroke it slow and easy. Micah was really paying attention to what I was doing. He reached for his and it grew to a respectable six inches [15 cm]. It was a little on the slim side like the rest of him. I kept on stroking mine, starting to get into it. Micah tried to match me stroke for stroke but fell behind as I rapidly stroked my seven inches [18 cm] (I was growing a bit more there and that made me happy) and started to feel the familiar feelings of release coming. I shivered as I did cum, moaning in pleasure. I felt my sperm shoot out through my cock and out onto my body. I heard Micah gasp at the sight, and that served to be his breaking point. I watched as he came, his sperm fountaining up into the air and landing on his torso, abs, and fingers. He sighed and smiled.

"That felt really good," he said.

I grinned. "I could show you more pleasure if you want. All up to you. I won't force you into anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. You call the shots."

Micah nodded at me. "Thanks, I appreciate that. This was good enough for now. Besides, I'm kinda tired. Mind if I go up to bed?"

"Go for it. I'll walk around and check the doors. See you in the morning," I said.

Micah got up and walked into the house, pulling his sweats on. I got up and stretched, popping muscle and other things back into place. I looked at the big clock hanging on the wall of the pool house. Hell, no wonder he was tired. It was around eight thirty at night. We had been having so much fun we lost track of time. I smiled. Hopefully I had broken the ice with him. Tomorrow would tell for sure.

Micah

After the great dinner of hot soup and warm sandwiches, Sacha took me on a tour of the house. It certainly was impressive. Then he did something that was totally unexpected when we finished the tour at the enclosed pool. He stripped off his kimono and dived into the pool. Naked. I just stared at his muscular body as he took the plunge. What interested me most was his penis (I say penis, because I am a bit uncomfortable to call it a cock), it was tanned, uncut, and a bit thicker than mine. For some reason I had always thought every boy's penis was the same. After seeing Sacha's, I knew I had some reading to do. I briefly entertained the thought of asking him to let me explore it, but I didn't. I chickened out at the last second.

Getting into the warm water naked was an experience. It felt good, exhilarating, and wild. To feel the water against my bare penis and testicles was beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Stretching out on the lounger naked took a lot of guts on my part but I did it. The more I did it, the more intense my feelings got. When Sacha took hold of his penis and started stroking it that got too much for me. I took hold of mine and tried to match him stroke for stroke, but couldn't keep up. I watched in amazement as his sperm flew upward and landed across his torso, abs, and then his fingers. He got a satisfied smile on his face as he sighed in relief.

Suddenly I felt my body react and I watched my sperm fly all over me. The feelings were so far out of this world it was unbelievable. It felt good, but it kinda wiped me out. I asked Sacha if he didn't mind my going up to bed. I pulled on my sweats and walked up to bed. I could hear the wind howl around the house and I felt sad for Terry. That had to have been the loneliest sound I ever heard. It sounded like someone crying.

I dreamed of Terry that night. I saw him standing there with a smile on his face.

"Micah, don't be sad. I'm in a better place and I'm happy. I know you're upset because I died and that's okay. It's natural to grieve for someone you liked or loved. Life goes on and so must you. I like Sacha. He seems like a nice boy. Let him teach you the things I had planned on. Don't be afraid to ask questions or ask to do things. Don't be in a hurry. Enjoy each pleasure as you discover them. Have fun!" Terry smiled and then faded away before I had the chance to say anything.

I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. That had been a very intense dream. I looked at the clock it was four thirty in the morning. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took care of business. I looked out the window and all I could see was darkness. The wind was still howling around the house. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. It took me a half hour to go back to sleep.

I told Sacha everything the next morning as I sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of hot tea. I find hot tea very relaxing to me.

Sacha nodded once I finished my tale. "Wow. He sounded like a cool dude. Wish I could have met him. He is right about what he said though. Anything you want to know or do, just ask. I'll do what I can to help you."

Hearing that made me feel good. Sacha was turning out to be a good friend. I watched him put breakfast on the table. Something had been bothering me all night and then it hit me. I needed to call home.

"Sacha, could I…" I started when he turned around with the cordless phone in his hand and gave it to me.

I laughed as I took it form him and called home. I talked to my parents for fifteen minutes. Sacha talked to them for five. It was agreed that I would stay until the weather cleared. Sacha turned on the radio just as the phone in my hand rang.

"Sunny Skies Nudist Camp," Sacha said after I handed him the phone.

I blinked as he roared with laughter. I sighed, suddenly wondering if I was in trouble. Sacha ended the phone call a moment later. "My Dad says hello to you, relax and do anything you want, within reason."

"Darn!" I said.

Sacha's eyebrows rose. "Dare I ask?"

I looked at him. "I was hoping to get you into a girl's bikini."

The look on his face was priceless.

After breakfast I drifted out to the pool area and sat down on a lounger. I needed to think about last night's dream and what it meant. After kicking it around, I finally decided to go for it and ask Sacha to teach me things. Feeling like a load had been taken off my shoulders, I stripped down and got into the hot tub. As I sat there, I could hear the wind blowing and looked around the pool enclosure, wondering why the structure didn't blow over. I could see steel beams criss crossing each other, keeping the material intact.

"Hey cutie," the light voice said.

I looked towards the glass sliding door to see Sacha modeling a tiny aqua blue girl's bikini. I coughed up the mouthful of coke I had just sipped while Sacha roared in laughter at my expression. I suddenly recalled what Terry had said about fetishes.

"Is that one of your fetishes?" I called out.

Sacha doubled up with laughter. "Might be."

I sighed. "I think I created a monster."

Sacha grinned. "Don't you think I'm cute?"

I decided to go for broke. "In a g-string, but not in that."

Sacha grinned and disappeared. Truth was I didn't know what a g-string was, but when he came back out of the house with a tiny piece of green cloth over his penis, I nearly stopped breathing. He grinned as he turned around and I could see a string disappear between his buns, and then I realized what it was.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked.

Sacha was enjoying himself. "Yup!"

I was about to ask what was next, but decided not to. Sacha walked over to the Jacuzzi and got in. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

"This feels good," he said.

"I agree with that," I said. "Um, I am kind of wondering if you could um, teach me things."

Sacha nodded. "I will, Micah. All you need to do is ask what it is, and I'll help you with it. I won't push you into anything you aren't ready for."

I felt relieved. "Kiss me?"

Sacha turned to me and leaned forward. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I can't describe what it was that I felt when his lips touched mine. It just felt so good. The first kiss was a slow one. I put my arms around Sacha and he pulled me close to him. I felt his hands on my back, gently caressing my skin with his fingertips. I felt his tongue poke at my lips and I opened my mouth. Sacha stuck his tongue inside my mouth and it felt wild. It felt warm, wet and it turned me on. I returned the action, sticking my tongue in his mouth. I felt him suck on my tongue for a moment and then back off.

I blinked. "That was awesome."

Sacha smiled. "You have just discovered passion for the first time."

I smiled, feeling so good.

"Want to go into the house and to your room?" Sacha asked.

"Yes," I replied.

Sacha

I had given Micah his first kiss. He reacted to it very well. I asked him if he wanted to go to his room and he said yes. I led him by the hand into the house and up to his room. He closed the door behind him and walked over to me. He was already naked, so he reached for my string and pulled it down off me and dropped it on the floor. I reached out and touched him. His skin felt soft, and I could feel his developing muscles. He took me into his arms and kissed me again. We stood there and kissed for a bit, each of us enjoying the feelings. Micah backed away and sat down on the bed and looked at me. I could see the longing in his eyes.

"Please touch me all over, teach me how to do that," Micah said.

I sat down next to him and gently touched his face. He shivered as I moved my fingertips around his cheeks. He lay down on the bed, grabbing my hand and taking me with him. I landed on his right side and he quickly turned to face me, kissing me once more. Something had taken hold of him, and I had the feeling it was good.

I resumed exploring his face, my hands gently squeezing it. He moaned into my mouth and I moved my hands down his face to his neck. I gently tickled his neck and he cried out, his body shaking in testacy. I was getting him hot. I broke away from his mouth and kissed his cheeks, and then down his chin to his neck. His hands came up to my head and I felt him run his fingers through my short hair and tugged gently at the long ponytail I was growing at the base of my head (I always thought they looked sexy) and moaned some more. My hands and fingers moved down his chest. I could feel the slight depression between his chest and then moved my fingers over very hard nipples. Micah shivered as I took the dime-sized nipples that were standing out very hard and gently twisted and pulled on them.

"Oh, oh, oh, that feels good!" he squealed.

Taking that as a good sign, I kept on teasing them. He was breathing hard, and I knew he was very aroused. I moved my mouth down to his left nipple and started licking it. Micah went nuts. I nearly had to climb on top of him to keep him from going through the ceiling. As I sucked and liked the erect nipple, I continued playing with the right one. He was really enjoying it. Then I moved over to the right one and started licking on it.

"OH MAN!" he screamed.

I kept on going and didn't stop. He writhed and moaned underneath me and I knew he was enjoying the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my head and squeezed a bit.

"Easy Micah," I warned.

He eased up and I licked his nipple a moment longer, and then started moving down his torso once more. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see his very erect cock. I was standing up straight and proud. I could see the dark circumcision scar at the middle of the white shaft. The tip of his cock was a slightly darker color from being so aroused. The sight of it turned me on.

I gently kissed his torso, feeling the bones of the rib cage press against my lips. I could hear him moan softly. I hoped he was enjoying himself. I was enjoying myself as well. My tongue fell into his navel. It was one of those nice deep innies. To come across those are rare. I slowly slipped my tongue inside and slowly swirled it around. Micah gasped out loud and stiffened up. I licked it out for a bit and then slipped a finger inside. My index finger slid in up to the second knuckle. This could present an opportunity! I giggled for a moment and then pulled back. I gave Micah a chance to calm down while I moved around on the bed, getting between his legs. I moved up a bit and teased the edge of his navel for a moment and then moved down his abs to his cock. It was a hard one. It kept poking me in the neck. I took it in hand and moved it out of my way for a moment and then let go of it as I ran my tongue around the base of his cock. His legs snapped shut around my neck.

"Micah, relax! I need to breathe!" I pleaded. He let go and I could breathe again. I moved my tongue down beneath his cock to the top of his balls. He was really whining. I could tell he was on the edge. I moved my tongue over and around his balls, slowly sucking each one into my mouth. He was panting and breathing hard from the pleasure. I played with his balls for a bit, enjoying the taste of his balls and the sweet sweat on them. I spread his legs apart and pushed them up to his chest and then moved my tongue down to the bit of skin between his balls and his hole. I gently flicked my tongue against the skin and was rewarded by a scream.

"OH MY GOD!" Micah yelled.

I stuck my nose in his fleshy gate and took a long sniff. It's hard to describe the smells there. If you have done that, then you'd know what I mean. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over the surface of his hole. Micah shivered and sobbed. He wanted off badly. He'll get his chance in a bit. I licked and sucked on his hole for a bit making him squirm. I let his legs down and quickly sucked his cock into my mouth. His eyes bugged clear out of his head.

"Sacha!" he whined.

I managed to get the six inches [15 cm] completely into my throat and started vocalizing a bit. His eyes crossed and he shivered as his mouth dropped open. I came back up slowly, sucking hard on that very hard piece of flesh. I looked up into his face.

"Time for you to really get off," I smiled.

The grin on his face and his body shivering told me he was ready.

I reached into the drawer of the nightstand as I sat up and retrieved a tube of KY.

"What's that stuff?" Micah asked me.

I opened the tube and squeezed out just a little of it at the tip. "It's called KY jelly. You use it to help get your penis inside of me easy."

The shocked look on his face was priceless. I explained to him exactly what he was going to do. I slowly jacked him off as I told him what to do. Once he understood, I rolled onto my back and let him take over. His lubed fingers felt good in me.

"That feels good Micah," I cooed.

He just smiled and shivered in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to get. He rubbed a little KY onto his erect cock and then approached me with it in hand. I had my ass at the edge of the bed so he wouldn't have to go far. He poked the tip of his cock at the entry and I helped him with it. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock gain entry to me. I could hear him gasp in surprise so I opened my eyes to see the wonder on his face.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

He looked at me. "I don't know."

"Keep going, I like having your penis inside of me," I said.

Micah kept pushing his cock deep inside of me until I felt his hips against my ass. "Now what do I do?"

I told him what to do and he followed directions perfectly. He shivered and I knew his instinct had taken over. He started fucking me good. I could feel his cock moving inside of me and I liked it. It felt good.

"Micah, this feels so good. I love feeling you inside of me," I said, encouraging him to keep going.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I could see his lips moving as he continued to fuck me good. I saw tears at the corners of his eyes and knew he was getting close to orgasm. I knew his first fuck would be a memorable one.

"Something is happening!" he gasped.

"Let it happen. It's okay," I cooed.

Damn, he sure got there quick! He was really laying into me, slamming his hips against my ass. He was crying now, the tears flowing down his face as he tried to get his release. Suddenly he was cumming. I felt his cock swell up slightly and the sperm shoot through his cock and into me.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOOOOHHHHH! RRRRAAARRGH!" he screamed out loud, slamming himself against me.

I caught him as he collapsed on top of me. He kept crying as I held him, his tears running down my right shoulder. I gently rubbed his back and held him close to me.

"It's okay, Micah. It's all right now," I said.

He slowly wound down and then went quiet. I listened to his breathing until it slowed down and became regular gentle puffs on my shoulder. Micah had gone to sleep.

Micah Wednesday Morning

I woke up in bed alone. I sat up and blinked as I looked around. Then it occurred to me what had happened. I had sex with Sacha. I lay back down and let the memory wash over me. I tried to put words to what I had felt but I couldn't. I got back up and went into the bathroom and took care of business. When I came out, Sacha was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"There you are. Hop in and relax," he said.

I got back into bed and sat up against the pillows. Sacha got in with me and sat up too. He lifted a tray from the floor and put it across our laps.

"Breakfast is now served," he grinned.

I laughed as he uncovered a few dishes and I drooled at the sight. Sacha reached for a strawberry and dipped it into a bowl of chocolate and brought it up to my lips. I reached for it but he gently pushed my hands down.

"Let me feed you," Sacha said.

He fed me a wonderful breakfast, starting with fruit and ending up with scrambled eggs. That filled me up nice. I sighed as I patted my tummy.

"You are an amazing cook," I said.

He looked at me and caressed my cheek. "You're welcome."

I looked into his eyes. "Can I explore you?"

He smiled. "Yes."

Sacha put the try on the floor and I pulled the covers back. Sacha lay back and I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. I put my left hand on his very muscular abs and started caressing him. Sacha smiled at I traced each individual muscle.

"That feels good," he cooed.

I leaned over him and kissed him. After last night my inhibitions were gone and I eagerly wanted to give him pleasure back. I gently sucked on his lips and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Sacha took me into his strong arms and hugged me as we French kissed for a few moments. My hands were busy while we kissed, exploring and touching his body. I loved touching his skin. It felt smooth to my fingertips. He sighed and moaned as I kept on touching him. I broke the kiss and then started kissing his face like he had done to me. I was trying to do the same things he had done to me in the same way that he had done to me.

"Do what you think will please me. Trying to do it in the same way I did it won't be as pleasurable," Sacha advised.

I took that to heart. I relaxed more and slowed down a bit more. As I moved down from his face, I followed up the kissing with touches from my fingertips. His panting told me I was doing good now.

I got to his nipples. Sacha had big nipples, the size of a silver dollar. The little nubs were sticking out and hard. I could get my teeth on them except for the right one. Sacha had a gold hoop through the right one. Seeing that was a turn on. I gently sucked and nibbled at the left one while I fingered the right one and gently pulled on the hoop. Sacha was moaning loudly. "Feels good, that feels so good."

I felt his body shiver under mine. He was enjoying what I was doing. A moment later I switched nipples and started licking and sucking the right one. Feeling the gold hoop on my tongue was something I'd never forget. Sacha whined as I pleasured his nipples, licking them, sucking them, and playing them. I reluctantly left them and moved on.

I moved one hand down his torso as I followed it, kissing his torso and then using my right hand to gently tickle his torso. Sacha must have liked that.

"Micah, that's so hot!" he whined.

He was enjoying himself then. That made me happy. My left hand took hold of his penis and I gently stroked it while I licked out his belly button. He moved a little from the pleasure he was feeling. I stopped and curled my fingers around his balls and gently stroked them. He arched his back and cried out in pleasure.

"Yeah, yes, yeah, sooooo gooooood!" Sacha whined.

I knew I had him going now. I moved my tongue down to the base of his penis and licked around it and then down to his balls. He wiggled beneath me and I loved feeling that. I was enjoying myself as I gave him pleasure. I took my time in pleasuring his balls. They felt soft and fleshy in my mouth. I thought I was doing okay for my first time out, and Sacha seemed to be really enjoying himself. I went down to his hole. I studied it for a moment, using a finger to gently feel the puckered entry. I didn't stick my nose in there like he had done to me because I didn't want to. I elected to use my finger to pleasure his anal opening and that's what I did. I had the thought in the back of my head that Sacha would want to fuck me. I was going to let him, because I wanted him to. I just hoped he wouldn't hurt me.

I stretched out on the bed after I finished pleasuring him. Sacha smiled at me.

"Will you fuck me Sacha?" I asked.

He smiled wider. "Yes. But here's how we will do it. I will lube you up and get you stretched out a bit. Then I will lie down on my back and you straddle my hips. I'll hold my penis steady as you push yourself down on it. That way you are doing the work at your speed and I relax. You'll know how much pain you can handle and how fast to go. Just trust me on this, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Hearing that took a load off my mind. Sacha had me lie across his lap and he got the tube of KY out of the drawer next to the bed. He squeezed some of the KY onto a finger as I watched and then put his finger at my hole and very slowly introduced his finger inside me. That was the wildest thing I'd ever felt. It felt good sliding up inside of me. I closed my eyes and sighed. Sacha worked his finger in and out of me, wiggling it around inside of me for two minutes.

"I'm adding a second finger. When you feel it start to enter you, push down like you are doing that, you know?" Sacha queried.

I nodded. "Okay."

When I felt the second finger touch me there, I did push down and it popped right into me easy. It did hurt for a second and then turned into pleasure. Sacha worked the two fingers inside of me until I felt loose.

"You ready?" Sacha asked as I rolled off his lap.

I nodded nervously. I wanted him to take me and be my first. I wasn't about to back down. Sacha got onto his back and I got on top of his hips. Sacha reached underneath me and took hold of his penis and nodded.

I took a deep breath and let it out slow, and started downward. I felt the tip of his penis touch my cheeks and go up in between them, stopping at my anus. I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. I pushed down and moved my butt downward. I felt his penis enter me. There was a flash of pain and then it was over. Sacha was inside me now. I let my breath out and felt Sacha move his hand from underneath me.

"Take your time, relax, and go at your speed. We've got all the time in the world," Sacha said to me as he gently squeezed my arm.

I pushed down until I was actually sitting on his hips. I sat there for a moment getting used to having another boy's penis inside of me. It really felt good as I relaxed. Then I started moving up and down on his penis. I could feel it moving inside of me. The feelings were indescribable. I did that for a few minutes getting used to Sacha's penis inside of me. Then I decided to let Sacha have at me. I got off of him and he knew what I wanted now.

"I want it," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" Sacha asked me.

I looked up into his eyes. "I want it!"

He just nodded in reply. I rolled onto my back and he placed a folded pillow underneath my butt to prop me up a little. Sacha got between my legs and put his penis at my opening. He slowly pushed himself in. Feeling the Russian boy's penis open me up was an experience I'll never forget. He kept going until he was completely inside of me. He settled down and then looked at me.

"You ready?" he asked.

I nodded. "Go for it!"

Sacha did. He settled on top of me and began to move his penis inside of me. He later told me it was called anal intercourse. I sighed and moaned with pleasure as he moved in and out of me. I muttered all kinds of things, urging him onward.

"Micah, your butt is so nice and tight! I love this! Makes me feel so good!" Sacha moaned.

I wiggled my butt a little to help him enjoy the pleasure some more. I must have done something right because I felt Sacha's penis hit something inside of me, setting off even more pleasure.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!" I yelled.

"I hit your prostate Micah. That's something I'll explain later," he said, and then started going faster inside of me.

Sacha's breathing got heavier and he started to growl like an animal. I looked into his face and saw a different look there. There was something wild in his eyes that both scared me and turned me on even more. He grabbed my hips and really started shoving his hips against my butt. I felt his penis hit that spot time and time again and before I knew it both of us were ejaculating, me in between us and Sacha inside of me. He tipped his head back and howled like a wolf, sending shivers up and down my spine. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then Sacha slowly pulled out of me. I let my legs down and Sacha lay down behind me, pulling me in close to him like I was spooned into him. I sighed and we went to sleep.

Sacha Thursday Morning

I woke up and found Micah in my arms. I lay there for a bit thinking about what had happened yesterday and felt good about it all. I had tried my best to give Micah a very pleasant experience and hoped I had succeeded in doing so. Suddenly I realized the wind had stopped. I sat up, untangling myself from Micah. The bedroom door was closed as well. I know for a fact I hadn't closed it. My senses kicked in and I could hear people moving around. I quickly pulled on a pair of briefs and sneaked out of the room. Just as I closed my bedroom door, I heard a noise behind me. Without thinking about it, I whipped right around with claws raised, ready to fight. Shiro blinked and backed off, holding his hands high.

"Dude, it's cool," he said.

I lowered my hands and pulled my claws in. "When did you guys get home?"

"About two hours ago. It's eleven now. Storm cleared out four this morning. Micah in your room?" Shiro asked.

"Yes, and still sleeping. Let's go downstairs and I'll tell you guys everything," I said. "I could use a cup of coffee."

I followed Shiro down to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. Danny cooked breakfast while I told them everything. Dad nodded the whole time.

"You did good, kid. Real good job," Dad said, grinning.

"I'll agree to that," Micah's voice said from the doorway.

All of us turned to see Micah standing there in a kimono. Dad waved him over to the table as I set a cup of tea in front of him. Micah took a sip and grinned.

"That goes down good," he commented. "Are you guys flying me home today?"

"You bet. Danny needs to get the flight plan filed and the Lear gassed up. Sacha can go with you guys and make sure you get home safe," Dad told him.

"Cool. I'll send Sacha's clothes back by UPS," he said.

I smiled. "Keep them, okay? I got plenty."

"Thanks, Sacha!" Micah grinned.

All of us sat down and had breakfast. Micah told them a bit about himself as I sat there with a smile on my face. I felt good about what had happened and knew he would never forget. Micah was a cool guy and he deserved the best in life. I went with him and Danny to take him back home. His parents were really cool people and they thanked me many times for saving his life. That made me feel real good. I was glad to see him get back to his family. Micah hugged me tight in the privacy of his bedroom.

"You take care and go with God," he said.

I gave him one last passionate kiss before leaving. "I'll see you again someday."

His parents wanted to pay me for saving his life but I graciously refused. You just can't put a price on human life. The people they keep around them best measure a person's life. Real powerful testimony if you ask me. I should know.

This story is being written in Shiro's POV. Enjoy the story. Harley Joel Oswald guest stars.
These letters denote Japanese being spoken and these characters indicate thought speak.

I've been feeling weird for the last few weeks. I keep getting these feeling that something is going to happen that will totally change my world and me as well. I don't know what to do about these damn strange dreams of these feelings. Even sticking close to Sammo isn't happening at all. I am beginning to feel like I've taken a step outside of myself and watching myself slowly go to pieces like it was some kind of damn movie. Dad is worried about me and I can tell. I just don't know how to explain the shit that's going on inside of me. It's fucking driving me crazy! I wonder if I should jet out to Peckertown and spend some time with Zeus. I can't exactly go to a normal shrink out here. Everything would come apart and everything I have now would be yanked away from me in mere moments. I won't let that happen. What's even worse is the dreams. I keep dreaming of an old man standing with a shadow over his face. He doesn't say anything to me but something about him is familiar to me. I can't figure out why he is familiar to me. Like I said, it's driving me crazy and I can feel my sanity slipping.

"Are you okay, Shiro?" Sammo asked me one afternoon. He's been worried about me and he's been trying to help me.

"I don't know, love. I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind and can't do a thing about it," I admitted. "I can't stop it."

"What if it's something about the near future?" Neil asked. That was an interesting thought. I'd have to think about that one for a bit.

"I don't know," I said after a moment. I went to sit down and think about that for a bit as I sipped my usual cup of tea. Usually a cup of hot tea relaxes me but not this time. I decided to go and work out for a bit. I went into the training room that we used to practice our fighting techniques and started my workout. I gave that up a few minutes later. I just couldn't get anything going. I went up to my room and lay in bed with the headphones on, listening to Kitaro. Sammo came in a moment later and started to massage my back, hoping it would relax me. It actually worked and I went to sleep.

I had the dream again. He stood there and slowly raised his hand out to me. That scared the shit out of me and I woke up quickly, sweating and my heart pounding. I checked the time. It was two in the morning. Damn. I lay there for a bit longer and couldn't get back to sleep at all. I finally got up and dressed in warm clothes and strapped my ninja-to on my back and went for a run. I pushed myself hard and ran four miles [6½ km] trying to exhaust myself so I could sleep. I got back and collapsed in a chair in the Great Room. I fell asleep again and the dream repeated its self again. I leaped up and drew my ninja-to lightning fast and then realized I was standing in the living room of the house. I was shaking so bad it wasn't funny. I put my sword back in the scabbard and wrapped my arms around me and just shook. I was truly scared now.

Nagasaki, Japan

The black clad man moved silently, well practiced at the art of sneaking. He quietly entered the bedroom and moved to the bed of a sleeping man. He looked down at him and smiled. The sleeper moved and then woke up. He stared into the eyes of the person next to his bed in surprise and shock.

Ninja? he asked in fear. The black clad figure smiled. Of course. Who else would it be? The sleeper trembled. (What do you want of me?

For you to confess to your wrongdoing that ended the Clan Onashi, the man said to the sleeper. The sleeper reacted to that. How do you know of that?

I know all, Mukku-san. How you sold Onashi-san out to the North Koreans, the ninja whispered. Better to confess your crimes and face justice in a court than to have me come again to deliver a very swift justice to you. Mukku jumped out of his bed to face the ninja, but he had disappeared. The man trembled as he counted himself lucky to be alive still. He turned to the table by his bed and quickly poured himself a shot of scotch and downed it quickly. He had known that sooner or later his past would catch up and he would have to pay the price of his actions. Now he needed to plan his next moves carefully and if he didn't, his head would be forcibly removed. The thought scared him so he took another shot of scotch. He quickly dressed and headed out. He had work to do.

Unknown to him, the ninja followed him discretely at a distance. The ninja knew he was making his moves to cover up his actions that had caused him to be incarcerated in North Korea. He felt a flash of anger but controlled it and cast it aside. It would not do for him to lose control of himself. He had known that the Clan fortune was lost to him forever and he didn't care about that. What was more important to him was to clear his name and restore his Honor before the nation and to find his family. He hoped they were alive and well.

He looked up to see Mukku step into the train car and he slipped into one behind his. He observed Mukku during the twenty-minute train ride into the city. The man was nervous and kept looking around as if he was expecting something to leap out at him. The ninja smiled to himself. Fear was an excellent motivator. It can make people do things before thinking, and usually in the end it can be their undoing. In this case Mukku was already dead. He just didn't know it yet. The ninja was after the evidence he needed to clear the name Onashi. After obtaining that, he then would send him Onward.

Logan's Mountain, Colorado

I sighed and looked out the window. The snow fell gently to the ground and it looked so peaceful. But inside of me was a raging storm of emotions, questions, and anguish. I just didn't know what to do anymore. I got up from the chair by the window and wandered the house. Everyone had gone into town and I was stuck on monitor duty. That never bothered me, but today it did. The silence in the house bothered me. I went to the TV/audio room and turned on the stereo and put a Metallica CD in. I kicked back in a lounger and listened to James Hetfield growl from the surround sound speakers. The Black CD seemed to fit my mood and it eased my mind for a bit. After it was done, I put it back in the CD rack and sat down again and stretched out. I conked out for a bit and had the dream again. This time the man revealed himself to be a ninja with a bloody sword. I leaped off the couch screaming, waving an MP-5 around the room, my heart going a thousand miles a minute. I searched the house carefully, looking for the ninja. I finally calmed down, realizing it was just a nightmare. I stumbled to the bar in the corner of the Great Room and chugged a glass of scotch and made a face. I decided to stick to soda from then on. I sat and looked out the window and then finally decided I was going to Peckertown to see Zeus. If anyone can help me, it would be him. I needed help, and I couldn't do this alone anymore.

I went upstairs and packed a big duffle, slipping a short katana inside it. I wrote a note to Dad, forwarded the phones to his cell, and locked the house securely. I jogged to the hangar containing the planes we used for our work and dragged out the WW2 plane, a F4U Corsair Dad had recently acquired and started it up after checking everything and stowing my bag. One of the nice things about the plane was that it had a canopy that could be closed. I started it and warmed it up as I adjusted the electronics and set the trip computer. It would plot my route for me after I gave it the arrival location. Once it was properly warmed up, I rolled it out to the runway and brought it up to speed, and then zoomed down the runway and lifted her into the air. I was on my way to Peckertown and hopefully the answers I sought.

Setting the autopilot, I leaned back and let my thoughts drift. So much had happened to me in the last two, three years. Losing Grandpa, moving to America for Dad's company, losing Mom and Dad, getting involved in the drug and gun ring, meeting Logan who later became my Dad, starting Samurai Inc. with him, and meeting Sammo and committing myself to him. Life certainly pulled me in interesting directions. I don't know of very many guys my age who have gone through something like I have.

The radio crackled to life and I quickly paid attention. What I heard next chilled my blood.

"Mayday! Mayday!" the woman's voice cried. I pulled the headset down into place and tripped the mike. "This is Samurai Inc. calling the mayday, what's your emergency?"

"My husband's had a heart attack!" she cried. Oh God. I hope she can fly, because she's got to set that plane down in one piece.

"My name is Shiro," I said, introducing myself. "Just calm down and relax. I have you on my radar and will be right there in a moment."

"Thank you! I'm Carolyn," she said.

"Carolyn, I'm flying a WW2 fighter, a F4U Corsair. I'm approaching you on your left side," I said, coming up on the left side of a single engine Cessna. I could see the lady on the right side of the plane look out the window at me. I decided to move over to her right side so I could see her better.

"I'm going to drop down and move over to your right underneath you. Just relax and keep your plane level," I said to her as I moved the plane down a few feet and then crossed over to the right underneath her. The landing gear appeared to be intact and I sighed. Good. That wouldn't be a problem. I moved up on her right until I was level with her plane again. She looked relieved to see me. I checked my GPS and found the nearest airport. Lucky me, it was a military base.

"Samurai Inc. calling Allus AFB air control," I called into the lip mike. The response was instant. "Allus air control to Samurai Inc. we have your copy." I reported the problem and requested assistance. They answered and said they would have an ambulance waiting for the plane when it landed.

"Roger that," I replied. I turned to Carolyn. Now I had to coach her to safely land the plane. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Carolyn, you are going to have to land the plane. Don't worry, I'll help you all the way. Just do exactly what I tell you and you'll be fine. The military base you are landing at has an ambulance waiting to help," I told her.

"Thank you," she cried.

"Now take a deep breath and let it out slowly. You need to be calm," I said. Checking the computer, I noted the distance to the base landing strip. We were two miles [3 km] out. I relaxed and started giving her instructions. She did a hell of a good job, setting the plane down on the runway perfectly. I made a second pass and saw the paramedics treating the husband on the ground. I pointed the Corsair's nose into the sky and climbed to a thousand [300 m].

"Allus air control to Samurai, nice job kid," the voice said.

"Did what I had to do," I said.

"Thanks for being there," the voice said.

"Anytime," I replied. I pointed the nose of the Corsair towards Peckertown. Time to get going.

Nagasaki, Japan

The ninja watched as Mukku got off the train and walked into the business district. It was obvious where Mukku was going.

Ah, very nice. Hide the evidence in the most obvious place. I must commend you, Mukku-san. Very smart, the ninja thought to himself. He watched Mukku enter the company that had been his once. He moved around to the back of the building and slipped in the back door. He approached a bookcase in an unused storeroom and opened a fuse panel next to it. He pushed one of the switches and the bookcase popped open, swinging to the left on well oiled hinges. The ninja slipped through the bookcase and closed the secret door, securing it from the inside. He turned and quickly scaled a rope ladder up to the penthouse on the fourth floor. He peeked through the spy hole to make sure the coast was clear and then slipped into the room through the hidden door in the wood paneling. His old office had changed. No longer the traditional art of Japan that he found comfort it, the office was done in a much more modern way. The room felt very alien to him. He turned and hid in a secret closet in another corner of the room. He was glad to see the small packs containing his ninja gear still in place along with his ninja-to swords. He peeked through the spy hole and watched Mukku pull on a picture and open the wall safe. He hoped the combination hadn't been changed. He watched Mukku pull out paper from the safe and look it over and then put it back in. The ninja hoped it would be what he sought. Well, he'd find out soon enough. He watched Mukku put the papers back and go to the bar in the other corner and make himself a drink. Mukku drank two quick glasses of the scotch and then reached for the telephone. He dialed a number and the ninja's keen hearing picked out the tones and committed them to memory. That was a strong clue.

Hello? Is Ambassador Yu there? Mukku asked. The ninja blinked. The Korean ambassador involved! Now things were slowly starting to make sense.

Please tell him that Mukku-san called, thank you very much, Mukku said and hung up the phone. He sat at the great desk and drummed his fingers for a bit and then picked up the phone once more. The ninja listened to the tones as a new number was dialed.

Hello? Mukku-san for Ambassador Yu. Good evening. I am calling to warn you of a problem I have encountered, Mukku said. The ninja listened to Mukku's side of the conversation and knew he was talking about him. Yu was very involved in some kind of conspiracy that Mukku had cooked up. Part of it had to do with removing him from the company so Mukku could have full control at this end. The problem was finding out what it was. Mukku used several strange words and the ninja wondered what they referred to. He quickly made a plan. First the safe in the wall, and then the great desk. Then back to Mukku's house to toss it. When he heard Mukku mention the Emperor Akahito, he listened carefully.

If we play things out just right, he will give me a military contract and then I shall be privy to all of the secrets, Mukku said. He came close to charging out of his hiding spot and taking Mukku's head. He fought down the urge to do so and listened to the rest of the call. Mukku ended the call and left the office. The ninja listened for a few minutes more and then slipped out of the closet and into the office. He saw his reflection in the mirror and removed his ninja mask. He looked at himself once more, the once daimyo of Clan Onashi looking back.

I will stop you, Mukku-san. I swear this on the Honor of Clan Onashi! he growled to himself. Onashi turned to the picture and opened it. He worked the safe and was glad to see the combination still worked. He looked at the papers in the safe and saw it was all the evidence he needed to stop Mukku. He ran the originals through the copy machine and slipped them into a pocket of his ninja suit. He turned back to the hidden closet and gathered up his gear. Onashi slipped back through the hidden door and slid down the rope back to the ground floor. He avoided the security with ease.

Sloppy work, he chided. I would enjoy the chance to play with them. He left the grounds and hid as he quickly changed into the clothing of a normal person and walked away from the building. Onashi needed to plan his next moves carefully.

Peckertown, USA

I landed the Corsair on the runway at the small airport on the edge of Peckertown and taxied to the hangar that Dad had bought some time ago. Smart move on his part. It helped to have a place to keep gear, planes, and extra cars when needed. I secured the Corsair in the hangar and turned to see Yoshi Toranaga standing there.

Good evening, Harada-san. It is good to see you again, Yoshi said, bowing. I returned the bow. Toranaga-san, it is good to see you again. You look well, Yoshi smiled. "Clean living." I roared in laughter at that. "Married life must be good for you then."

"Never a dull moment, that's for sure. Jeff will be happy to see you," Yoshi grinned as he led me to the car.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked. Yoshi sighed. "Your Dad called Zeus. Zeus called me. I can tell you are troubled, your spirit is in great pain and your Chi is disrupted." I nodded. "Yes. I need your help, old friend."

"Then come. We shall go to the house and sit. I shall open sake and we will talk," he said. We arrived at his house and he drove through the gate. He smiled at my reaction.

"We found this place some time ago and acquired it. All of us under one roof was fracturing us. We needed space. So we bought these houses and closed off the street with the security gate. Best thing we ever did. Now we are much happier," Yoshi said.

"That's great," I said. He led me into the house and Jeff came up to me and hugged me. "Our house is your house. Please make yourself at home."

"Thanks Jeff," I smiled. "I appreciate your hospitality, but I don't want to intrude on you both."

"Would you feel relaxed in the guest house?" Yoshi asked.

"If it isn't too much trouble," I said.

"It is no trouble. Please leave your bags by the front door. Dinner is almost ready," Yoshi said.

Dinner was good. Yoshi cooked up some of the traditional Japanese dishes and they reminded me of back home. He saw the look in my eyes and he knew I was hurting. Jeff volunteered to clean the kitchen while we talked. I went out to the back porch and sat down on the top step and gazed at the stars. A moment later Yoshi sat down next to me and handed me a sake cup and a picture. I looked at the picture and it was the same one he had shown me the day I ran into him at the hotel for the Aaron/Harley movie (see chapter 5 for the story) and I had remembered him.

"I remember this," I sighed, sipping the warm sake. "We were six at the time. Our fathers were doing business together. We met on the playground and we both got completely muddy. I though my father was going to blow a gasket he was mad!"

"Mine reacted the same way, and then next thing I know he's laughing his head off. Yours did too," Yoshi said, smiling at the memory. The sake was going down lots better than the scotch I drank last night. I was feeling a bit light headed now.

"You never told me how you got into the United States and how you ended up with Logan-san," Yoshi softly said. I drained the rest of the cup and sighed.

"Dad was working for my Grandfather. Grandpa had bought a major corporation in Colorado and asked Dad to go and check it out. We would have to stay there for about a year. We moved out there when I was ten years old. It was the last time I saw Grandpa. After I turned eleven, Mom and Dad were killed in a freak accident. They are buried back home in Japan like they wanted. The child welfare people took me in. I was so out of it, I didn't see trouble coming. If I had, I would have gotten out of there. The next thing I know I'm living in this house with a nasty guy who had a few other kids living there. He treated us rotten. He forced us to make and deliver his drugs. He liked to… force himself on us from time to time. I was a victim a few times. It got to the point where I though I'd never get out. I couldn't fight back because he knew what I was and told me if I tried anything he'd kill the other kids and blame me for it. David rescued me when he took down the guy while on a secret mission for the Navy. He helped the cops put him away and then adopted me." Yoshi nodded. "Right on. My family moved to Tennessee when I was seven. Dad's company had acquired an electronics firm building parts for the space shuttle. Dad tossed me out when I came out to him. I walked here and you know the rest. I am curious about something. Why hasn't your Grandfather tried to find you?"

"He's dead," I said, draining the sake cup in one go. "Happened about the time Mom and Dad were killed. They say his plane blew up in Korea while on a business trip. It really hurt my Mom. He was my Mom's Father. He was teaching me the Ninja arts, wanting me to carry on the Clan tradition." Yoshi touched my shoulder. "I am sorry, Shiro. I grieve for you and with you."

"I've been dreaming of a man standing in the shadows. He doesn't say anything to me. Last night he held his hand out to me and that was when I decided to come out here and talk to you or Zeus. I feel like I'm losing my mind," I said. Yoshi looked at me. "I will do what I can to help." I smiled. "Thank you Yoshi. I appreciate it."

"Anything for a friend," Yoshi smiled. "There is a traditional bathhouse on the grounds. Please feel welcome to use it." I smiled. "That is an offer I cannot refuse." Yoshi stood and helped me up. I followed him to the guesthouse and he showed me around it. I settled into the bedroom and unpacked. I stripped down and then pulled my kimono on and walked out to the bathhouse. I relaxed once I got in the tub. The hot water felt good to me and I hoped it would relax me enough so I could sleep. I decided as long as I was out here I'd go see some people and check up on them. I spent an hour in the bath and then went back to the house. I got into bed and went to sleep.

Nagasaki, Japan

Onashi woke and stretched. What he had read in the papers he'd copied from the safe convinced him Mukku was up to no good. If he got a military contract for the Emperor, that would spell disaster for Japan and potentially the free world. He really had to stop this guy. The problem was how. The Emperor Hirohito was dead. He had met the son onetime. The odds were definitely against him. He did have one friend, though. Asano Takaneda. He hoped he was still alive. Onashi called him and left a message for him to meet me at the Soldier's Memorial at noon. He put together his disguise and left for the memorial. Soldier's Memorial was a private cemetery where soldiers of World War Two were buried. He arrived there about eleven thirty and found a place to watch the one small crypt where their friends were interred. He arrived right on time and went in. He had changed a little. The gray was slowly creeping into his black hair. Onashi smiled at the memory of the younger man. Onashi got up and hobbled over, acting like an old man that he was dressed to be. He entered the crypt and stood next to him on his left.

It is good to remember those who have passed on before us, old friend, he said to him as he bowed to the names on the wall. I heard his breath suck in and then out quickly. Onashi turned to him to see the shock in his eyes. He smiled.

Why are you so surprised to see a dead man walk? Onashi asked.

Onashi-san? Is it really you? he asked. He smiled again. Do you remember the morning we all stood on the deck of the carrier as we invaded the Americans?.

Yes. Mukku-san said he feared it could be the end of all, Asano said.

What was it that I said? Onashi asked. Asano turned to face him. We would rise again out of the ashes and become even more powerful than before. Onashi smiled as Asano hugged him tight. He backed away and Onashi saw the tears on his face. Then both of them hugged again.

Come old friend. There is much to discuss, Onashi said. He hesitated for a moment. There is something here I must show you. Asano led him to another part of the graveyard and stopped before two simple tombstones. Onashi slowly sank to my knees as he read the names of his daughter and son-in-law. Asano gently squeezed his shoulders.

I am sorry, old friend. But your Grandson yet lives, Asano said. Onashi stood and followed him out of the cemetery. Asano drove the car to a small inn by the ocean and got a room. After sitting down, Asano opened a bottle of sake and poured drinks for both men. Onashi handed him the papers he had gotten from Mukku's safe and Asano set them aside after a quick glance.

I must tell you things, he said. Asano spent nearly an hour telling Onashi how his daughter and son-in-law had died, what had happened to Shiro, his grandson. Onashi was pleased that this Logan had rescued him and taken him into his home as his son. Asano told him of going to Colorado and giving him his swords, the Clan Onashi and Clan Harada swords, and Onashi's personal ninja-to.

I have asked Clan Yaguu to complete his training and put him through the trials. He passed all perfectly. I know he did, I was there. He Honors the Clans by using his skills to protect people. Shiro and Logan-san formed a company called Samurai Inc. to protect underage celebrities. They have added four more people to their ranks. One of the boys that joined is Shiro's consort. The other two are adopted brothers, both with unique powers. I have kept a watch on them from a discrete distance, Asano said.

My grandson is gay, Onashi said. No matter. I will still love him. He is a part of me through his mother.

Shiro has turned into a fine man, Asano smiled. Onashi smiled. That makes me glad. Tell me about this Logan. Asano related the history of the man. Onashi was impressed with what he heard. Asano then turned to the papers and read them carefully.

It is as we suspected. Mukku-san has turned dirty. We have known of his contacts with the Korean ambassador for some years. Little did I ever dream he would have something to do with your disappearance. You have now given me the evidence needed to remove him. The Emperor Akahito will be informed. Please allow me to take care of this matter. Take this cell phone. I will call you on it, Asano said. Onashi looked at it with a puzzled look on his face. Asano sighed.

This is how it works, he said, beginning to teach him how to use it.

I feel like the fabled Rip Van Winkle, Onashi said, making Asano laugh.

Peckertown, USA

I rolled out of bed the next morning feeling rested. Having told Yoshi everything last night made me feel a little better. I went over to his house and found a note in the flowerpot.

"Shiro, we went into town this morning. There is a Camaro in the garage with the keys in the visor and the tank is full. Have fun and be careful. Love Yoshi," I read. I went to the garage and found a blue Chevy Camaro in the garage. I decided my first stop would be John and Carlos's place. Haven't talked to them in some time. They weren't home so I headed for Aaron and Harley's farm. Harley was in, but not Aaron.

"He's touring Texas," Harley said when we sat down in the living room. "Then he may go up through California, Oregon, Washington State and up into Canada. The crew that he's got with him are on the Samurai Inc. books here. Since the Yamane brothers took over the Samurai Inc. office here, things have been running much better than ever. These two brothers are small but by no means easy pushovers. They have trained in quite a few martial arts and are so in tune with each other it's incredible. If you ever get to see them fight they will amaze you."

"That's what Zeus tells me. Perhaps I'll drop in and see them. So what are you up to?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask. I'm reading a script for a movie to be shot in Japan. I'm to be working with three Japanese boy actors and the studio just informed me they are hiring you guys to protect me while I'm there," Harley said. I blinked, getting shivered run up and down my spine. It's amazing how life works sometimes. This was unexpected. I had the feeling I was going to go to Japan to find my answers. Harley tapped me on the shoulder, making me jump.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I took a sip of coffee and then told him what was going on with me lately. I saw the concerned look go across his face.

"Sounds to me like the answers you want are in Japan," Harley said. "I can get us lined up on a commercial carrier to Japan."

"Let me do that. I know someone in Japan who I can call," I said, immediately thinking of Asano Takaneda. Shiro knew he was Grandfather's old friend. Asano would come to the house quite often when Onashi was training Shiro in the Ninja Arts. Shiro knew Asano worked in the Japanese government in some office. He would help.

"Okay," Harley said. "When do you want to go?"

"I just got here last night. I'd like to spend some time talking to Zeus if I could," I said. "Does he still have his office at the hotel?"

"Yes he does. Will you come back here tonight?" Harley asked. "I'm feeling a little lonely with out Aaron." I turned to face him. "Are you sure? I don't want to get in between you and Aaron."

"I'll call him later and we can talk to him," Harley said. I thought about it for a moment. "We can do that." Harley smiled. "Cool. See you around seven?"

"I'll be here," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. I waved as I drove down the long driveway.

Zeus was in the middle of a conversation with Tad as I walked in. He grinned at me and pointed to the small café. I walked in and took a booth in the back facing the door. The big man walked in a moment later as a boy placed a pot of tea on the table.

"May I pour you a cup of tea?" I asked, beginning an ages old ritual. Zeus bowed his head to me. "I would be honored to accept a cup from you." I poured the tea and se the pot down. Both of us raised our cups and drank it down. Zeus sighed as he set his cup down.

"It's good to see you, Shiro. How can I help you?" he asked. I sat back and told him of my recent troubles. He listened carefully to what I said.

"Dad was working for my Grandfather. Grandpa had bought a major corporation in Colorado and asked Dad to go and check it out. We would have to stay there for about a year. We moved out there when I was ten years old. It was the last time I saw Grandpa. After I turned eleven, Mom and Dad were killed in a freak accident. They are buried back home in Japan like they wanted. The child welfare people took me in. I was so out of it, I didn't see trouble coming. If I had, I would have gotten out of there. The next thing I know I'm living in this house with a nasty guy who had a few other kids living there. He treated us rotten. He forced us to make and deliver his drugs. He liked to…. force himself on us from time to time. I was a victim a few times. It got to the point where I though I'd never get out. I couldn't fight back because he knew what I was and told me if I tried anything he'd kill the other kids and blame me for it. David rescued me when he took down the guy while on a secret mission for the Navy. He helped the cops put him away and then adopted me," I told him.

"Have you tried to find your Grandfather?" Zeus asked.

"He's dead," I said, draining the teacup in one go. "Happened just before Mom and Dad were killed. They say his plane blew up in Korea while on a business trip. It really hurt my Mom. He was my Mom's Father. He was teaching me the Ninja arts, wanting me to carry on the Clan tradition." Zeus nodded, putting hand over mine and gently squeezed it, giving me the courage and strength to keep going.

"I've been dreaming of a man standing in the shadows. He doesn't say anything to me. Last night he held his hand out to me and that was when I decided to come out here and talk to you. I feel like I'm losing my mind," I said. "Both Yoshi and Harley think that the answers I'm seeking are in Japan and that I need to go there."

"Yoshi and Harley are right. The answers you want are in Japan. Are you sure this Asano Takaneda can be trusted?" Zeus asked.

"Yes. He is an old friend of Clans Onashi and Harada. I would trust him with my secrets and my life," I said. Zeus nodded. "That's good enough for me. Be careful."

"I will," I said. I left Zeus after that and went back to Yoshi's place. Nobody was home so I went to the guesthouse and found a note at the front door, giving me the alarm code and key to the dojo and weight room. I grinned. Just what I needed to do. I went to the dojo after changing into sweats and started working out. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi as I began the basic katas. I felt good as I moved through them. I let my mind wander to the memories of Grandpa teaching me. I felt good feelings go through me. Suddenly the room changed and the figure in the shadows was there. I assumed ready stance. Who are you? Why do you torment me? I asked the person.

You will soon know young ninja, the voice said. I snapped out of the vision, finding myself lying on the mats. I ran out of the dojo and into the cold air, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. I assumed the Lotus position and closed my eyes. I slowly sank back into Getsumi no Michi and tried to settle my spirit. I meditated for at least ten minutes and then came back. It was no use. I was still unsettled by what happened. I stood up and glanced at my watch. It was five thirty. I went back to the dojo and locked it up. I went back to the house and cleaned up for my night with Harley. I hoped being there with him would take my mind off things. I decided to call Dad first.

"Lost Sheep Rescue Service," Dad cracked when he answered his cell. I had to smile. "Little Bo Beep Fan Club calling." I could hear Dad laughing in the background. "Good one, son. Are you all right?"

"I've spent an hour with Zeus, talked to Yoshi most of the night last night, and had a conversation with Harley. All of them seem to think I should go to Japan that my answers are there. I feel like I'm being led there, Dad. Scares me a little," I said.

"Son, you know I've always supported you in everything you've ever done. If you think that going to Japan will help, then go for it. Promise me you'll call Asano Takaneda before you go, so that way someone knows you're coming to Japan. Just be careful, son. I love you a lot," Dad said. I felt a lot better after hearing what he said. "Thanks Dad, I knew I could count on you."

"That's what I'm here for. Whatever you decide to do I wish you luck," Dad said and then hung up.

Nagasaki, Japan

Hejiro Onashi opened his eyes and sighed. He hoped that Shiro had gotten the message. He could feel the boy's pain from the contacts each time.

Forgive me, Shiro. I do not mean to cause you pain, he wept. He had moved into more secure quarters for the time being after Asano dropped him off there. He promised immediate action on the matter. That had been two days ago. Onashi had been waiting for his call since. He stood and stretched, beginning the Tai Chi katas to stretch and loosen his muscles. He had been unable to do anything there in the North Korean prison. They had to know he was ninja because of the security they placed on him. His lucky break came when a prison riot broke out. He had managed to escape his cell and go over the wall. From there it was a simple matter to get back into Japan. Every chance he got he trained himself until he regained his abilities. Asano had gotten him a place where there was a dojo with a weight room in it. Hejiro didn't hesitate. He went right to work building up his strength again. He wanted to be ready when the time came. Hejiro could feel his anger start to build up so he turned and worked it out on a training dummy. He felt better having properly vented his anger, he sat down and ate a dinner of rice, cold vegetables, and fish. The cell phone rang when he finished his dinner. He picked it up and pushed a button, hoping it was the right one.

Hello? he answered.

Auntie? the voice asked. Hejiro smiled. Auntie is in the shower.

Onashi-san, the voice said. It's Asano. Hejiro sat down. Well?

The Emperor Akahito is in the know. We shall confront him tomorrow night. Mukku-san will pay for his crimes, Asano said.

There is one problem, Onashi said. He cannot have a public trial. Too many secrets would be exposed if he was allowed to be very close to the Emperor.

Ah, but the Emperor never liked him. He made every effort to keep the man at a very long distance from him. The other ministers did not like him, either. He has on a few occasions embarrassed himself badly. Once Mukku-san is exposed, then you can surface again and go public. There is not much left of your company. It has been reduced to nothing, Asano reported.

No matter. I wish to spend my remaining days with my grandson, Onashi said. He could hear Asano chuckle. Just as I told the Emperor you would say. Done and done. I shall pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Be ready.

I shall be ready, Onashi said. He heard the phone get hung up and he looked at the screen of his cell as it hung its self up and return to ready status.

At long last, I shall regain what is mine. My Honor, my good name, and a return to the world that I once knew. I will have my revenge, Onashi said out loud. He turned back to the training equipment and started working out once more. Everything was starting to come together finally. He had waited nearly three years for his answers, he could wait another day.

Peckertown, USA

Harley let me in the house when I arrived. He looked good in navy blue slacks and a light peach colored shirt open at the neck.

"Glad you're here," he said, smiling.

"Thanks for having me here," I said. "Hope Aaron doesn't mind."

"I'm sure he won't. He's going to call around eight. He always calls me around eight unless he's on stage. Tonight he'll be calling from California," Harley said. I had to chuckle. "You guys sure act like a married couple." Harley grinned and raised a hand. I saw a gold band around his finger. "Promise ring. We have to wait until I turn fourteen to marry."

"Harley, that's great!" I said, hugging him. "You guys truly deserve each other." Harley led the way into the living room. "That's what our families keep telling us."

"They're right, you know. You guys are perfect for each other," I said, handing him a bottle of white zinfandel. Harley grinned as he took the bottle from me. "Thanks. Dinner is nearly ready. Hope you like pasta."

"Sure do. One of my favorite things to cook. I make a great lasagna," I said.

"You'll have to make it sometime when I come up to Logan's Mountain," Harley grinned as I sat down.

"Deal," I said.

Dinner was relaxed. Harley had outdone himself with the ravioli that he made. We talked about various things as Nathan Cavaleri's only CD release was playing on the stereo in the corner. I helped Harley clear the table as Eric Clapton's double CD album Blues came on the stereo. That was awesome music! I'd love to meet him someday. We sat on the couch and talked some more. Harley told me a bit about the movie to be shot in Japan. It sounded really intriguing. The phone rang just before eight and Harley picked it up.

"Hello?" he answered it. A smile spread across his face. "Hi sweetheart. How's things going?" I felt like I was intruding so I got up and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I looked out the window at the snow falling gently and it seemed so peaceful. I closed my eyes and slipped into Getsumi no Michi and let my mind float free. It's amazing how ten minutes of meditation can calm the spirit and relax the soul. I felt Harley coming into the kitchen so I brought myself back and to awareness once again.

"There you are. Aaron wants to talk to you," Harley said, holding out the phone. I took the phone from Harley. "Aaron! How are you?"

"Doing great! The tour is happening, the music hot, and the houses jumping, ya know?" his voice came at me with a laugh. I grinned. "Glad to hear you're doing well. The crew taking care of you?"

"Yes they are. The Yamane Brothers sure put together a good bunch this time around. Now I want you to take good care of my love, okay?" Aaron asked.

"Of course I will," I said. "We always do."

"I give you my permission to have fun with him," Aaron said. I sighed. "Are you sure about that? I don't want to cause any trouble for you guys."

"I'm absolutely sure. We are part of the Samurai Inc. support club," Aaron said.

"Thanks, Aaron. I just wanted to make sure it was all right with you. I do have a lot of respect for you and Harley," I said.

"We like you guys a lot. You guys have done quite a bit for us," Aaron said.

"I'll give you back to Harley," I said and handed the phone to Harley. I walked out of the kitchen to give Harley privacy and sat on the couch. I listened to Clapton on the stereo playing a slow blues number. Harley came out of the kitchen and put the phone back in the cradle and sat down next to me. He snuggled up close to me and feeling his warm body next to mine made me feel good. By the time Clapton finished on the stereo, I was ready to take him upstairs.

"I'll go up and get ready," he said with a smile. I stood up and pulled him to his feet. "I'll check the windows and doors." I watched Harley go upstairs and then started my tour of the windows and doors. The Peckertown Samurai branch knew I was here and that was okay with me. Since Harley's farm wasn't too far from the Peckertown Training Academy that Benjy had established, the security patrol that protected the PTA also checked their farm on a regular basis every night starting at dusk going to dawn. The Powersound mall had nightly security as well. We liked to protect our celebrity friends.

I went upstairs turning off the light at the top of the stairs and then going straight into the master bedroom. Harley lay in bed with just the sheet covering his groin area. He smiled as the bulge in my slacks announced its self.

"Somebody's happy," he commented. I had to laugh as I stripped down to my string. Harley's eyebrows rose and he wolf whistled as I struck a sexy pose.

"Well come on over," he said, patting the bed next to him. I slid in next to him and we kissed. I ran my hands over his chest and could feel the developing muscle there.

"Aaron and I have been working out. We built a private gym in the second barn and hired a trainer from the new gym in town called 'The Pump House'. A very well built Russian kid runs the place. He sends a trainer here three days a week to help us work out. Aaron's endurance has gone up as well as gaining some muscle. I've packed on some muscle myself. The movie in Japan is going to be a physical one," Harley said.

"Mind if I read the script?" I asked.

"Sure. There is a few scenes where I need to use the martial arts to defeat the bad guy," Harley said.

"See if you can use me as a fight coordinator," I said. Harley grinned. "Okay. I'll make the calls in the morning." I wrapped my arms around Harley and drew him closer. "Sounds like a plan. Now, where were we?" Harley leaned forward. "Right here," he said, kissing me. I rolled him over on his back. "Oh yeah, that's right," I said, giving him a French kiss. The fun was beginning.

Tokyo, Japan

Onashi was ready to go. He was fully together again, knowing full well he may have to battle Mukku. He hoped he would be the one to send the man to hell. The cell phone rang and Onashi picked it up.

Hello? he answered it.

Good morning, Noah's Ark insurance, is Auntie Olivo in? the voice asked. Onashi grinned. So sorry, she has stepped out to the sumo matches. A roar of laughter came at him. You were always so quick with the wit.

Some things never change, old friend. You are coming? Onashi asked.

Of course. Everything is set. Mukku has taken the bait, hook, line, and stinker, Takaneda informed him. Onashi sighed. That's sinker. You could never get it right.

Stinker. His favorite cologne is called Eau de Traitor, Takaneda cracked. Onashi groaned again. Gods, I'll be glad when this is over. Takaneda got serious. So will I. Long time coming. The cell hung up in Onashi's ear and he put it down. He slipped into his ninja suit and felt the bits of metal against his skin. He picked up his ninja-to and slipped out of the house after pulling a plain brown kimono on over the black suit. Takaneda pulled up next to him and Onashi got in. Takaneda briefed Onashi on the plan and he nodded.

A good plan, he said.

It will work, Takaneda said. They arrived at the Palace and Onashi slipped out of the car at a predetermined spot and went to work, penetrating the Palace. Takaneda drove through after showing his ID. He entered the lobby to see an excited Mukku standing there.

Mukku-san, it is good to see you, Takaneda bowed.

Yes, yes, the Emperor has sent for me and I don't want to keep him waiting, Mukku snapped. The guards around them reacted to that bit of rudeness. Takaneda restrained himself from shooting the bastard on the spot.

Of course. This way please, Takaneda bowed and then led Mukku up to the Emperor's office.

The Emperor was sitting in a chair sipping his midmorning tea when he saw a shadow fall across his desk. He looked up into Onashi's eyes and slightly nodded. Onashi withdrew and waited. He didn't have to wait long. The door opened and Mukku followed Takaneda in. The Emperor Akahito rose to greet his guests.

Takaneda-san, how nice to see you again! This is Mukku-san? Akahito smiled. Mukku's chest expanded with pride as he bowed. Yes Sire.

Please make yourselves comfortable, Akahito said with a wave of his hand. Mukku sat in a chair closest to the Emperor as Takaneda remained standing.

Do you wish more tea? Takaneda asked Akahito.

Please. Does the guest wish a cup? he asked smiling.

I would be honored, Mukku said, smiling. Takaneda turned to pour the drinks and saw Onashi peeking from around the corner. He turned around to serve Akahito and Mukku. Mukku accepted the cup and sipped. Ah, very tasty. Thank you. He missed the nods between the Emperor and Takaneda.

I wish to discuss a matter that has come to my attention recently, Akahito said, reaching for some papers that the Secret Service had gotten for him an hour ago from Mukku's office safe. He read a few of the items aloud and then looked up. Mukku had gone red with rage.

Why have you betrayed your Liege Lord Onashi? Akahito asked calmly.

Because he stole from me what should have been mine when the old man Toda died, Mukku snarled through clenched teeth. I was to have the company, not him!

Toda-san was a good man and a close friend of mine. I have in my possession a letter he wrote to my late father informing him that Onashi-san was named to the post. You then sought a way to take it from Onashi. You conspired with Ambassador Yu of North Korea to falsely imprison him. Ambassador Yu has told everything, Akahito said. Mukku started out of his chair and then suddenly felt something cut his air off. He raised his hands and discovered a garrote around his neck.

Please sit down, Mukku-san. There is more to discuss, a voice next to his head whispered as the figure pulled him back down, releasing him a little. Takaneda calmly placed a Walther nine millimeter against Mukku's head as security came out of hiding. The black suited figure came around to face the man.

You! Mukku snarled. Mukku's face turned pale as Onashi made himself known. He started shaking in fear.

Mercy, please! he begged.

Why? Onashi asked. You set me up. You conspired to get me out of the way. You wanted to make sure I couldn't stop you from taking all the money from the company and hiding it. Too bad you will never get to enjoy it. Akahito rose and stared down at Mukku. Take him away. Security grabbed him and dragged him kicking and screaming out the door. Akahito turned to Onashi.

Onashi-san, it will be some time before we can find your money, he said. Onashi waved his hand. It is gone. Let it go. I am more interested in finding my Grandson and spending my remaining days with him. Takaneda's cell rang. Hello? Onashi watched the expression change on Takaneda's face. Harada-san, how nice to hear from you! How are you? Takaneda looked at Onashi. He shook his head no and put a finger to his lips. Takaneda smiled broadly.

How can I help? Takaneda asked. He reached for a scratch pad on the small table next to him and began writing.

Yes, I have heard of the film project. One of Japan's great directors is going to be running it. Harley Joel Oswald? The boy who sees dead people? How delightful! Please allow me to make arrangements, Harada-san. I shall meet you at the airport with a limo and some trusted people. I look forward to seeing you again. Goodbye Harada-san, Takaneda said and hung up. The Emperor and Takaneda grinned at Onashi. Onashi just grinned.

Please allow me to arrange everything, Takaneda bowed.

Of course, Onashi smiled. Akahito smiled. I wish you luck. Onashi bowed. Thank you.

Peckertown, USA

Harley didn't waste time yanking my boxers with the cartoon ninjas on them off me. He sucked my cock right down his throat and went to work on it. I sighed in pleasure. I felt one of his fingers invade me and slip up inside me. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over. Harley managed to turn himself around into a sixty-nine so I could suck on his cock. I slipped the firm piece of Harley meat inside of my mouth and started to pleasure him back. I felt the vibrations from his throat on my cock and I fought hard to keep from shooting off too soon. We worked each other's cocks for about ten minutes until Harley broke away.

"Get me ready," he moaned as he handed me the tube of KY. I ran a bead down a finger and worked it into his back door. I went back to work on his cock, sucking it hard and deep as I stretched and lubed him up. Harley writhed and groaned in pleasure as I got him ready for a fucking. He pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips and then drove himself down on my cock, forcing it up into his ass. God, he was tight. He shivered and moaned as he came fully to rest on my hips.

"Feels so good," he sighed, and then began to ride me. He rode my cock for a while, getting me so hot. I finally reached my breaking point and pushed him off me. Harley rolled on his back and presented me with his anal target. I didn't waste any time stuffing his ass full of my cock once again. He cried out as I started fucking him hard.

"PLOW MY ASS! FUCK ME HARD! YEAH! YEAH! RIDE MY ASS!" Harley yelled as I worked his ass with my cock. God he was horny tonight! I kept going until I was seeing stars. I felt myself explode deep inside of him and I welcomed the relief. Felt so good, too. I sighed as I relaxed. Harley slipped out from under me and plunged his leaking cock into my ass. I shivered as I felt the slim cock slide deep into me. Harley started fucking me like a madman. I didn't mind, I wanted it. I urged him on, wanting to feel him ride me good. He squeaked out loud as he came deep into me. Both of us tumbled back into bed and fell asleep.

I had another dream. This time he was standing there in a plain brown kimono, his face still in the shadows.

I am waiting for you Harada-san, he said to me. I sat right up, throwing Harley to the floor as I woke up. I was breathing hard and shaking. Harley stood up and looked at me. He climbed back onto the bed.

"Shiro, are you all right?" he asked, concerned. I looked at him and grasped his shoulder. "Give me a moment and I'll explain." The morning sun came in the windows and I stood up and went into the bathroom. When I came out, Harley handed me a bathrobe and led me downstairs. He put a pot of tea on and set two cups on the table. After I had a cup, I told him everything. He handed me the phone.

"There is only one thing to do. You must go there. Now. Today," Harley said firmly. "You're not going to get your answers here." I dialed a number from memory. I hoped Takaneda would remember me. He did and I told him what was going on. He promised to make all the arrangements for me. I told him I'd be on the first flight out and gave him my cell number. He called me an hour later and told me of a private jet that was at JFK airport that was to return to Japan due to a screw up. They would wait for Harley and me. While Harley packed, I called Yoshi and gave him the rundown.

"Funny you should mention that. We got hired to come out and stage a show for the movie and do a soundtrack for it as well," Yoshi said.

"Cool. I'll set up a place to house everyone involved. Call you in a few days," I said to Yoshi.

"I hope you find what it is you are supposed to," Yoshi said and hung up.

"Taxi's here!" Harley yelled. Within the half hour, we were headed for New York in a Cessna. I would have used the Corsair, but it was a one seater and the Cessna sat four comfortably. If I lost the Cessna in New York Dad wouldn't care so much and the Corsair was much safer here in Peckertown. It would take us roughly two hours there and then about twelve hours by jet. Harley squeezed my shoulder for support. He could tell I was wound up.

"Everything will be fine," he said. I looked over at him. "I appreciate your support, Harley. Means a lot to me right now."

We got there in just under two hours and I stashed the plane in a rental hangar. A security car met us and escorted us to the jet. I blinked as I saw the Japan logo on the tail and recognized the numbers on the plane.

"Shiro?" Harley nudged me.

"This plane belongs to Clan Yaguu," I breathed. A flight attendant came down the stairs to greet us. Harada-san? she asked as she bowed to us. I returned the bow. That is me. This is Oswald Harley.* She turned and bowed to Harley. "I an honored to meet you, Oswald-san. If you can get on board, we can leave immediately." We climbed on board and took our seats. The plane began to move as we buckled ourselves in. Ten minutes later the plane took off. We were on our way to Japan. I was feeling a bit emotional. Harley sat down in a seat in front of me.

"You're going to be fine," Harley said, taking my hand. I smiled. "Thanks for your support." He smiled and started looking around. "This is definitely traveling in style." I had to laugh. "Only the best for the Daimyo of Clan Yaguu."

"Is he really important?" Harley asked.

"They are one of the oldest Clans in existence in Japan," I said. "They have been in government service, military service, built businesses, and has been the industry leaders in several things." The lady had returned. "Is there anything you require?" I looked at Harley and he shook his head no. "Not at this time. Thank you for asking." She bowed and went up front. I gave Harley a crash course in Japanese customs and traditions for the next three hours, even attempting to teach him some Japanese. He certainly tried his best. For the next three hours after that, we played chess, checkers, and a few card games. Harley got up to stretch at the seventh hour into the flight and kicked off his shoes. I looked at him puzzled and he smiled. I watched him creep up front, and then came back a moment later. He took my hand and led me to the back of the plane. He dropped his pants and briefs and stuck his ass out at me.

"Come on, stuff me full. Join the mile high club," he said seductively. I peeked around the corner and considered his offer.

"Keep quiet while I plow your ass," I said. Harley groaned as I shoved my cock deep into him and started fucking him. I felt him shiver as I fucked him hard and fast. I couldn't believe I was doing this on the Clan Yaguu jet. I hoped to God we wouldn't get caught. I felt his anal muscle squeeze my cock hard, and that broke me. I groaned softly as I shot my load deep into him. I slammed my cock deep into him as I unloaded. I sighed as I pulled out of him. Harley gently pushed me over the seat and shoved his cock into me. I gasped as I felt him enter me. Harley rabbit fucked me hard and furious until he shot his load deep inside of me.

"Welcome to the Mile High Fuck Club," he sighed as he pulled out of me. I kissed him as he cleaned me up. Harley kissed me as I cleaned him up. Both of us went back to our seats.

"Is that the first time?" I asked Harley.

"Nope. Aaron was the first. You were the second," Harley grinned.

"You horny kid," I sighed.

"Always," Harley laughed.

"I'm already a member of the club. Been wanting to renew my membership for some time. Thanks for the opportunity," I said. Harley grinned. "Hope you enjoyed it."

"I'm a very satisfied member in good standing," I cracked.

I guess I must have dozed off because the flight attendant woke us up. Harley was lying against me and we were covered by a blanket. Flying does take a bit out of you.

So sorry, I said. She bowed. It is not a problem. The Captain says we are landing in about twenty minutes. I came back to inform you. There is a car waiting. I smiled. Thank you. I woke Harley as she went back up front. "We're landing in twenty. Get ready." He snapped to and sat in the seat next to me buckling himself in. The landing was nice and smooth. We disembarked and met two men at the bottom of the stairs. One was familiar to me.

Takaneda-san! It's been too long! I said as I hugged him.

Harada-san, you look great! You have grown, he said.

Clean living, I joked. He laughed as the second man presented our passports back to Harley and me. Harley and I bowed and then followed Takaneda to the limo.

This is Oswald-san, I said, introducing Harley to Takaneda.

"I am honored to meet you," he said in perfect English. "Welcome to Japan." Harley bowed. "I am honored to meet you, sir." Takaneda returned the bow. "I have taken the liberty of making the arrangements to house everyone involved in the film project. The ninja of Clan Yaguu have volunteered to provide security. There will be the usual number in uniforms plus many more in shadows. This must remain between the three of us. You may inform Logan when he arrives with the others."

"Dad called you?" I asked.

"Yes. He knows you have come to Japan. He is not angry, just concerned as am I," Takaneda said. I scratched my chin and then told him everything. He nodded as I talked.

"It was your Karma to return and find what it is you seek," he said.

"I will find the source of my dreams and visions," I said. The limo pulled up to a gate and a man stepped out of the gatehouse and talked to the driver. Suddenly I got those strange feelings in my gut. Something was about to happen.

"Shiro?" Harley asked, getting concerned.

"I don't know. Just be ready for anything," I said. We went up the long driveway to the house and stopped. I got out first and looked around. I wished I had my sword with me so I turned to get my bag but it was too late. The porter was taking our bags inside the house. I took a deep breath and slipped into Getsumi no Michi. Something was blocking me. I felt fear.

"Takaneda, cover Harley. Something's wrong," I said. He nodded and slipped his hand under his jacket as he put a hand on Harley's shoulder protectively. We entered the house and was shown to the main room. I stood there, my emotions jacked up high and very alert. I heard footsteps in the shadows and I turned to face them. The figure from my dreams slowly emerged and I backed up.

"It's him!" I yelled.

Grandson, the voice called to me as the person stepped into the light. I stood rooted to the floor in shock. Grandfather? Grandpa Onashi? I whispered.

Yes. It is me, Shiro. Returned from the dead, he smiled at me. Everything went black.

I woke up in a bedroom, lying on a futon. I slowly sat up and looked around it. It was a traditional style room, I'd say about twenty mats wide. One of the walls was open and the fresh air was coming in. I stood up and realized I was naked so I wrapped the sheet around me and went to the open shoji door and looked out. There in front of me was the most beautiful garden I'd ever seen. Someone did a hell of a job with it. I went back into the room and found the bathroom. After taking car of business, I found a kimono on the back of the door and put it on. I folded up the sheet and dropped it on the bed and then went back to the shoji door to look out at the garden.

"Shiro," the voice behind me said. I turned to see my grandfather standing behind me. I couldn't tell you what I was feeling at that moment. There were so many emotions running through me. He moved forward and touched me on my shoulder. I slowly moved forward and wrapped my arms around him and started to cry. He was alive. My grandfather was alive and I was so happy to see him. He held me for a long time until I stopped crying.

"Grandpa, I thought you…" I started to say.

"My time hasn't come yet, Shiro. Not yet. I have much living yet to do," he said. "You are a part of that."

"Tell me what happened, please?" I asked. He sighed and we sat down. He told me of his escape from the plane and how he was jailed without any kind of a trial, how he escaped the prison and got back into Japan. He told me of how Takaneda, the Emperor of Japan, and himself confronted Mukku. The man would have his trial in a few weeks.

"He will never again be what he was," Grandpa said.

"But what about all that money he hid? What about the company?" I asked. Grandpa shrugged. "It is all gone. He hid the money too well. There is nothing left of the company. My only wish now is to spend the rest of my days with you." I hugged him. "Grandpa, I'd love to have you live with us. You will like Logan. He has been a good father to me. You'll like my brothers, too." He smiled. "I have heard much about Logan from Takaneda. He says Logan is a good man. I am pleased his is your father."

"He really can't replace my real father, but he tries," I said.

"That is the important thing," Grandpa smiled. I took a breath and sighed. It was now or never. "Grandpa, I've grown up a lot over the last three years. I've been through a lot, changed a lot, and discovered many things about myself. One of those things I have discovered about myself is that I am gay." Grandpa just nodded. "I see. That does not change the fact that you are my Grandson. I still love you." I felt like a huge load had been lifted off my shoulders. "Thank you, Grandpa." I reached for my wallet and pulled out a picture of Sammo and me. "This is Sammo, my consort. He is the same age as me. We have been together for nearly two years." Grandpa studied the picture. "He looks like a good man."

"Wait until you meet him," I said. I got another picture from my wallet and showed it to him. It was a group picture of the others. I pointed out Dad, Danny, Neil, and Sacha. "Dad and Danny are former Navy Seals. Really quick and fast. I've trained them to be faster. Neil and Sacha have very unique abilities. Neil is a mutant with telekinetic and telepathic powers. Dad found him in Arizona while on a mission for the Navy. Sacha is a mutant with very advanced self healing powers. In addition to that, he has six adamatium claws inside his hands, three to a hand. They are about six inches [15 cm] long and razor sharp. His eyesight and hearing are extremely sharp as we. That gives us an edge. Sammo can wrestle better than I can and he's our electronics expert." I watched Grandpa react to that. "Interesting. I'd like to see them in action."

"Well that depends," I said. "We are really good at things. Sammo, Neil, Sacha, and I are experts at picking a kitchen clean." Grandpa blinked at that. I smiled.

"We are growing boys," I explained. Grandpa closed his eyes and groaned as I laughed. He had walked into that one. "I think I'm in trouble," he said. I laughed as he smiled at me. He reached out and hugged me again. It felt so good to have family with me again.

"Hungry?" he asked. I realized I was. "Yes. How long was I out?"

"You were out for a day. Your friend was worried about you. You gave all of us a scare when you hit the floor," Grandpa said. I stood up and followed him out the door. "I guess it was the shock of seeing you again that caused me to black out. I was riding the edge of my emotions."

"Once we get some food inside of you, you'll feel better," Grandpa said. He led me down to the dining room and I sat at the table in the traditional style. Harley came into the room right then.

"Hey! You're okay!" he exclaimed. I grinned. "I am now. Everything is going to be fine, Harley. I got what I was looking for. I'm happy now." Grandpa walked into the room at that moment, followed by a servant with a tray of food. Harley, Grandpa, and Takaneda sat down and we ate a lunch of traditional food. I informed Harley about some of the stuff he was eating.

"This is good," he said. "I really like this."

"The cooks will be happy to hear that," Takaneda said. I looked up at Takaneda. "You really never told me what you do for the Japanese government." He grinned. "I am Japan Secret Service."

"Now that explains everything," I said. "I knew you were Grandpa's friend from the war and that was it."

"It is necessary to keep that secret," he said.

"My word of honor," Harley said.

"My word of honor," I said.

"Good. Now that is done," Takaneda said. Then I remembered the movie. "Had anything been arrange in regards to the movie?"

"A few things have happened while you were asleep," Harley said. "We are going to move to a much larger estate down south where the actual filming will take place. We can house everybody there comfortably. Yoshi and his crew will have a recording studio to play in. There is plenty to do there to keep all of us busy, be it with the movie or playtime. There's even a dojo and a fully stocked weight room." I grinned as Grandpa and Takaneda laughed.

"We can go down there tomorrow," Grandpa said. "We do need a few days to set up the house there and make plans to defend the house."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. "What are you going to do with the company?" Grandpa scratched his chin. "I am not sure. I have been gone too long and there is very little left of it."

"Why not sell it to Kazuya, your former Executive Officer? He would do it proper justice, absorb it into his own company and see to it that what employees are left would get their long overdue reward?" I proposed. Grandpa smiled. "Now that is an excellent idea. He would be the best person to treat it well. Good choice, Shiro. I will start looking for him."

"Hope he will be willing," I said.

"So do I," Grandpa said.

Harley spent the night with me in my room. He came out of the bathroom and looked at me lying on the futon, barely covered with the sheet.

"I been waiting for you," I said, patting the futon next to me.

"I like that line," Harley laughed as he let the kimono slide off his body. My eyebrows went up at the sight of the rainbow colored string.

"Found them in a shop in Peckertown. Aaron went ape shit over them. It's the only things he and I wear now," Harley explained. He lay down next to me and I pulled him close to me. I gently kissed the back of his neck and he sighed. I slowly worked around his neck and then down his back. I heard his sighs of pleasure as I got to the string in the cleft of his ass. I turned him over on his back and started working on his face. I kissed around his face and then down to his torso. His nipples were erect and hard little nubs. I licked and sucked each one, fingering the other. Harley writhed and moaned underneath me, his body was hot for pleasure. I moved down his torso, licking and sucking all the way. His eyes were closed and he was making squeaking sounds. I enjoyed giving him pleasure. I moved my tongue around the edge of his navel and then licked the sight depression in his flat tummy. He moaned again and I knew he was getting fired up. I moved my tongue around the base of his cock and down to his smooth balls. Apparently Aaron and Harley shave each other's balls and groin clean of hair. I like it like that. So much nicer.

I gently sucked each ball into my mouth and licked them at the same time. Harley was out of control, and I knew what he really wanted. I came back up to his cock and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked him hard and fast for a minute or two and then backed off. Harley didn't waste any time rolling me onto my back and plunging his cock into my ass. He started rabbit fucking me hard and fast. I loved feeling his cock going deep into me, feeling his sweaty body on mine, and feeling my cock getting squeezed between his abs and mine. I felt my orgasm slowly rise up with in me.

"I'm cumming," I whispered.

"So am I," he whispered back. Suddenly I was cumming, shooting my juice between our abs while feeling Harley shooting his cum inside of me. both of us sighed and then relaxed. We kissed and then cleaned up each other and went back to bed. There was much to do tomorrow.

"Thanks, Shiro. I really liked that," Harley whispered to me.

"You're welcome. Sure made me feel good," I said. "I feel really relaxed now." Harley laughed softly. "So do I. See you in the morning" He rolled over on his right side and went to sleep in moments. I lay awake and reflected on everything that had happened. I wondered where things would go now that Grandpa wanted to come and live with me. I needed to figure out a way to tell Dad that. I needed to figure out a way to tell Grandpa about things concerning Samurai Inc. I sighed and decided to sleep on it and let things solve themselves as they come up. There was no use in worrying about things. I'd deal with them as they came up. I hoped Grandpa would be understanding. Little did I know what fate had in store for us. By the time we got home, Grandpa would be in the know about everything and get an introduction to Peckertown and get a taste of our lifestyle. I closed my eyes and spooned into Harley. Tomorrow was another day.

Stay tuned for Samurai Inc 18, "The Japan Adventure". Stars Harley Joel Oswald, and three of Japan's boy actors, Itayama Yudai, Hayato Ishida, and Yosuke Mitsuhashi. Plus the Powersound band from "Arkansas Vacation" series. Plenty of thrills, chills, and excitement coming your way!

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